#klaine word scramble

[esilher]

« "It's just... look at this view," Blaine continued, his voice filled with quiet awe, "it's like the city is glowing, radiant with all these stories and history. You can almost feel it in the air, like it's alive with the love and dreams of everyone who's ever been here. Every corner, every street... it's all part of something so much bigger, something timeless. It's like the city itself is whispering its secrets to us, sharing the hopes and passions of all those who have come before..." »

Illustration of the story « Leaps and Dives » from @annepi-blog. You can read chapter 8 on AO3. For the Klaine Word Scramble 2024.

[annepi-blog]

Leaps and Dives - A Klaine Story (1/14)

Hello everyone,

Welcome to my impromptu entry for the Klaine Word Scramble 2024! I've always liked the idea of this challenge, but I didn't really have an idea for a story. Then, two days ago, I saw this post and there it was :D

That being said, my August is so full that I won't always be able to write up to date for the prompts, but I promise I'll get it done in time. I think this will be done in September at the latest.

I would also like to point out that I am only a casual sports watcher and do not know too much about the rules of the Olympic disciplines. I will research everything as best I can in the short time between prompts, but forgive me if something is not correct. It's still fiction :) But what I love about the Olympics is the atmosphere and the incredible athletic performances, and I hope I can capture that feeling with this story.

Today's word for the first chapter: earbuds

Summary: As the 2024 Paris Olympics unfold, gymnast Blaine Anderson and diver Kurt Hummel find themselves navigating more than just their athletic dreams. Blaine, focused on his second chance at Olympic glory, crosses paths with Kurt, a newcomer to the world of professional diving with extraordinary talent. What begins as a chance encounter blossoms into something neither of them expected.

[klaine-word-scramble]

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[gleefulpoppet]

A Door to Nowhere & A Door to Somewhere For the 2024 @klaine-word-scramble Challenge •Explicit •Dom/sub with a focus on their emotional dynamic

Kurt Hummel is the personification of a perfect personal assistant. After eight years of working for Isabelle Wright, he had the most prestigious business owners in New York begging to hire him when she retired. He’s kept Blaine Anderson, lawyer extraordinaire, organized and overachieving ever since. There’s just a teeny tiny (colossal) problem: the unfettered chemistry that rages between them. And Mr. Anderson? Well, he has a wife.

You can read it on AO3 [here].

[antisocialmastermind]

Chapter 11

Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9 Chap 10 on Ao3

Day 11: SONUEGL = lounges

As June unfolds into July, Kurt is a cat in the sunshine. His whole existence is warm and gold-dipped and he feels obscenely grateful and lucky. He doesn’t even mind Elliott’s constant ribbing about how happy he is. Because he is.

The inaugural show at Muse is drawing to its close and has been by all accounts a great success. The gallery is in the black, which is unheard of in these early days. Several artists have asked about exhibiting and there seems to be an ever-increasing stream of patrons with means and enthusiasm. 

Serena Mbali’s name and Rachel Berry’s notoriety have done wonders in a very short time. Serena’s works have sold well, three of Elliott’s paintings have little red stickers on their title cards, and Kurt has sold every piece on the gallery wall. His head spins when he thinks about it.

He’s dropped his Thursday shift at the restaurant entirely, feeling cautiously optimistic that he can get by, now that Elliott’s able to pay him for his gallery shifts. He uses the extra time in the studio, caught in a spiral of inspiration-creation-bliss-inspiration that he’s never experienced before.

And then there’s Blaine.

Kurt’s had his share of relationships, ranging from a couple of one night stands, when the mood was right, to Eric, who lasted a year and a half before his career took him to the West Coast and out of Kurt’s life. But he’s never had anything like this. He’s been utterly swept off his feet. By a lawyer.

On Fridays, they go out. Usually to somewhere fancy that Kurt never dreamed he’d see. They’ve ridden through Central Park in a horse and carriage like tourists and on a gondola while Blaine fed Kurt sugar-dipped strawberries. They’ve had dinner at the Empire State Building and Kochi and seen Broadway shows and Kurt’s first opera at the Met.

It was awkward at first. He was uncomfortable with the ostentation and wealth that seems entirely unremarkable to Blaine. But Blaine never seems like he’s preening or bragging or even concerned. He does things because he wants to and he can , and Kurt just needs to relax. He feels pampered and adored and giddy with it.

On Saturdays, Kurt lounges in Blaine’s bed for as long as he can before heading to Muse for the day. They lie there and talk lazily about nothing and everything, kissing and giggling and dreaming. They take turns making each other breakfast or dance around each other in the kitchen as they cook together.

And of course, between Friday nights and Saturday mornings, they fuck. Heated and intense and gentle and nuanced, loving and frenzied. It’s pure ecstasy and Kurt can’t get enough.

****

He feels stupid talking to Elliott. Like he’s a kid or naive or both. But if he doesn’t get out of his own head and get some perspective, he’s going to explode. Or eat an entire cheesecake. Or something. They’re in the living room drinking wine when Kurt brings it up.

“Do you think I need to ask Blaine if we’re exclusive?”

Elliott looks mildly confused when he replies, “Why are you asking me?”

“I don’t know,” Kurt sighs. “I don’t trust myself? Like, what if I ask and he’s insulted that I even had to ask, because of course we are. Or what if I don’t ask so he assumes I don’t want to be? Or what if he just laughs at me because I’m making a big thing out of nothing –”

“Kurt,” Elliott interrupts gently, ‘does it feel like nothing?”

“No,” Kurt tells him. “It kind of feels like everything.”

Elliott’s lips tighten into a tiny, repressed smile. “You need to talk to him,” he prods. 

“I know,” Kurt groans. “I know I do. But I just … I don’t wanna jinx it. It’s been so perfect I just don’t want to make waves, you know? I’m ridiculous.”

“You love him?” Elliott’s voice is quiet and his eyes are intent on Kurt’s face.

“I don’t,” Kurt replies. “Not fully. Not yet. But I’m starting to. Or I could. But sometimes it feels like he has all the power and that’s – Oh my god, never mind.”

“Kurt, that’s not okay.” Elliott suddenly looks concerned. “You guys need to be on equal footing if a relationship is going to work. You can’t be feeling less than. And he can’t be in charge all the time. That’s not right.”

“Oh god, no.” Kurt rushes to reassure him. “It’s just me. My head. It’s not anything he’s doing. I guess I just feel… inferior sometimes. Because he’s able to give me so much. And I can’t give him anything.”

Elliott’s eyebrows shoot upward and his face is earnest when he says, “Kurt, I’m pretty sure you’re giving him something he wants. He’s still here, isn’t he?”

“Was that a sex joke?” Kurt asks.

“It really wasn’t,” Elliott says, in that plainly honest way he has. “I mean, if you’re being truthful that he’s not lording it over you or anything, then it sounds like you just need to come to terms with the fact that you’ve got yourself a boyfriend who can spoil you if he wants to.”

“Is he my boyfriend, though?” Kurt whines.

And now Elliott does laugh. “Oh my god, Kurt. Talk to him.”

****

Kurt doesn’t talk to him. The timing hasn’t been right. He will. He’s going to, but right now Kurt’s still waiting tables and making art and helping Elliott change over the show in the gallery.

Several of the pieces from the first show, including all of Kurt’s except one, were sold online to anonymous collectors. In the sales records for each of them is a note reading, ‘ agent will call ,’ so those need to be packed up. 

Elliott’s unsold pieces will stay. He’s the gallery owner and it’s a good conversation starter to have some of his own work on display. But they move it further back.

The modular walls are moved into a new configuration and artists for the next show are coming in to hang their work. Posters and fliers and press releases are designed and typed. Kurt feels like a professional artist for maybe the first time in his life. It’s a strange, wonderful, giddy feeling.

Blaine sends him flowers. Or has lunch delivered for both him and Elliott. Or texts let me know the minute you're free, and Kurt is just over the moon with how perfect his life feels right now.

Which is why it’s such a dizzying fall when it all goes wrong.

Chapter 12

[bitbybitwrites]

Sanctuary - Klaine fan fic (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) - Chp 3

Ah ha! Bet you thought I forgot about this little fic, didn't you!

Nope!

OK . . . so you can read Chp 3 on A03 by clicking here.

And shoutout again to  @datshitrandom and @justgleekout for your inspiration!

Props to my friend @iris7124 for her lovely cover art.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Glee

Relationship: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Elf!Kurt, medievalprince!blaine, klainewordscramble2023

Language:English

Collections:Klaine Word Scramble 2023

Stats: Published:2023-08-29

[wowbright]

Fic: Out of Eden, Ch. 57, Clear as Day

Chapter 57 of Out of Eden, aka the big Mormon!Klaine fic, is up on AO3.

Fic Summary: As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Blaine Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt’s best-laid plans fall apart.

Chapter Summary: A lesson on the law of chastity doesn’t go as expected.

They weren't touching, but they were close enough that Blaine could feel the warmth radiating off Kurt’s body—or at least, he imagined he could. If Kurt scooted in just two centimeters closer, their shoulders would touch, and Blaine would feel it for sure. What Blaine definitely felt now was Kurt's breath, coming in soft puffs out of his nose and from between his lips, smelling faintly of orange Tic Tacs.

Read it on AO3: Chapter 57—Clear as Day

Additional notes: This chapter is totally new material—none of it has appeared on Tumblr. Based on these prompts: Tan Hands and Tan Lines—reproach and Klaine Word Scramble 2023—tangent. Thanks to @gleefulpoppet for the art and beta! Any mistakes are my computer's :P

[kirakiwiwrites]

Didn’t get as many this time, but laughed a lot writing this!

For this one, we are going back again to before the kids came along. If you have read any of our other stuff, you know we love Cooper so we had to have him in one. We might do one with him and the kids if we have a good idea.

Thanks to @klaine-word-scramble!

(Aug 7 entry - 942 words)

Warnings: explicit language

Title: Raven Expensive

Kurt trudged up the stairs to his apartment, his day finally over. Although it had been a mentally exhausting day being hurried from one audition to another, they had gone well for the most part and he was optimistic. He hoped to have a nice, relaxing evening, but he knew that probably wouldn’t happen. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what he knew awaited him inside his apartment. Blaine’s brother Cooper was visiting and staying with them. He was mostly entertaining, slightly exhausting, and overall meant well. It didn’t stop Blaine bickering with him though. From the muffled argument he could hear from outside the door, Kurt realized with a sigh it was happening yet again.

“Cooper, it’s a terrible idea. The worst really.”

“Stop trying to squash my dreams!”

“I’m not trying to squash your dreams, you walnut! I’m trying to keep you from embarrassing yourself and me! And our entire family!”

“Dream squisher!”

Kurt hooked his keys next to Blaine’s on the wall and dropped his messenger bag on the table as he shook his head at the two brothers. They were in the living room, Cooper kneeling on the couch backwards and poking Blaine in the face repeatedly while his irate husband smacked his finger away. Kurt put his hands on his hips and resigned himself to be mediator yet again.

“Boys, what’s going on? I leave you for a few hours and you are at each others throats? Do I need to ground you both?”

Blaine softened a little at the sight of his husband and kissed his cheek when he came to stand beside him. “Cooper has been binging Ru Paul’s Drag Race again and now he thinks he wants to be a drag queen. I’ve told him just because he’s watched all the seasons—”

“Including Untucked and All Stars! The international shows are next!”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Just because he’s watched one show doesn’t mean he is going to be successful as a drag queen. It’s not just about wanting to—“

“I can do it!” Cooper interrupted much to Blaine’s annoyance. “I can serve cunt! And I’m very pretty as a boy, I’m sure to be gorgeous as a queen!” Tossing his head, he gave Kurt his most dazzling smile that truthfully made him blush a little. He was in love with Blaine, of course, but Cooper definitely had his own charm.

How to make peace? He didn’t want to take sides, but the last thing they needed was Cooper ruining the rest of his visit with a half-cocked idea and upsetting Blaine. Kurt gave Blaine’s hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled at Cooper like he would an unreasonable child. “Have you even done drag before?”

“Not on the stage, darling, but I wore a skirt once!” Cooper pretended to brush his hair behind his ears and then caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He primped a little, pouting out his lips.

“That was a kilt, you dummy. That’s not a skirt,” Blaine grumbled beside Kurt.

“It still counts!” Cooper retorted. “And my legs looked fantastic. You are just jealous that I could pull it off and you couldn’t! You don’t have the charisma, uniqueness, nerve, or talent I have!” He snapped. “That’s called a read dear brother. It’s an insult.”

Blaine’s eye twitched as the last thread of his patience began to unravel. “I know what a fucking read is, Cooper. This is like every other thing you have picked up for two seconds and tossed away!”

Cooper nodded, his eyes sparkling. Yeah, he wasn’t listening whatsoever. “Be real, Blainey. This is my calling and I shall answer her! I’ve even picked out a name! Raven Expensive! Isn’t that just the best!”

Blaine rubbed a hand down his face while Kurt nearly bit his lip off trying not to laugh. It wasn’t the time. Blaine was seconds from losing it completely. “Coop, I say this with love and concern. You would suck at it. You can’t walk in heels. Remember when you decided your destiny was to walk on stilts and travel with the carnival? You nearly broke your tailbone.”

Kurt could see Cooper was about to argue again, so he tried to help Blaine convince him. “Yeah, walking in heels is harder than you think. You have to practice a lot if you don’t want to fall.”

“When did you wear heels?” At the barely contained lust in his voice, Kurt turned to Blaine and blushed at the heated way he was eyeing him.

“For glee club mostly. What? I’ve worn them for Halloween costumes too.” Kurt nudged him for the way he was leering. He could tell by the glazed expression that Blaine had something dirty in mind. “Why do you want to know?”

“Definitely for purely innocent reasons and not perverted ones,” Blaine replied low and growly.

“Look, drag is already bringing this family together!” Cooper exclaimed. “As for the heels, I can learn. Kurt can teach me! Now, I’m thinking for my performance I use lots of fire—“

“Cooper, absolutely not! Kurt, we are going to the shoe store like now. You can dance in heels, right? Like dirty dance?” Blaine was already tugging him towards the door and grabbing his keys. Kurt giggled at the excited gleam in his husband’s eye as he tried to push Kurt out the door while mumbling about how amazing Kurt’s ass would look in heels.

“Wait for me!” Cooper shouted as he flopped off the back of the couch into the floor and hurried after them. “I need shoes too! And I need someone to film my audition video! Guys!”

Words used:

Unravel

Real

Learn

Raven

[daisyishedwig]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson Additional Tags: autistic kurt hummel, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Over protective brother of the year: Finn Hudson, Non-verbal Kurt, Overstimulated Kurt Summary:

Kurt's boyfriend takes him to a rave and then promptly ditches him. When Blaine finds him nearing a meltdown, he helps him to a quieter place.

[forabeatofadrum]

There is aap noot mies chocolate. I repeat, there is aap noot mies chocolate!!!

[myheadcanonismymuse]

[esilher]

« Blaine couldn't help but laugh, his excitement bubbling over as he waved back at the puppets. "Hi, Elmo! Hi, Cookie Monster! This is amazing!" he said, barely noticing that he was gawking like a star-struck child. »

Illustration of the story « Leaps and Dives » from @annepi-blog. You can read chapter 13 on AO3. For the Klaine Word Scramble 2024.

[annepi-blog]

Leaps and Dives - A Klaine Story (14/14)

Hello and welcome to the last chapter!

Won't lie, I struggled a lot with this chapter! I must have deleted what I wrote three times and started over because I was always dissatisfied. Hope you like what I decided upon!

Today's word: keycard

Thanks to everyone who read and commented, it really motivated me to keep writing in this challenge <3 I'm so happy that you love these versions of Kurt and Blaine as much as I do!

A special thanks again to @esilher, your art gave me extra motivation and I am still speechless and honored for all the amazing artwork you did!

[klaine-word-scramble]

•A word scramble will be posted every other day starting August 1st. There are 14 prompts in all, with a plethora of words possible.

•We guarantee there is a 7-letter word in each scramble. However, feel free to use any words you find that inspire you.

•Handy link to a Scrabble word-finder site to help you if you need it! https://scrabblewordfinder.org/solver

•Use #kws2024 or tag us so we can find your posts to add to our Masterlist of Fanworks [here]. If we miss yours and it's been 12+ hours, please message us. (Not everything shows up in the tags, and we want to include yours!) •Everyone is invited to participate by creating Klaine fanworks: gifs, fanart, playlists, drabbles, one-shots, multi-chapter fanfics, et cetera! If you're not a writer/creator, you can participate by reading and leaving love for the authors/creators (and helping us spread the word by reblogging).

•There is a collection on AO3, "Klaine Word Scramble 2024," to which you can add your story if you like!

[gleefulpoppet]

A Door to Nowhere & A Door to Somewhere •Chapter 5 Now Available• For the 2024 @klaine-word-scramble Challenge •Explicit •Dom/sub with a focus on their emotional dynamic

“Coming out?” Kurt’s eyes almost bulge, his mouth gaping. The implications of that are staggering. “Blaine! Are you ready for that? Have you had enough time to think about it? There’s no rush, is there?” “No, I suppose there isn’t a rush. But there’s something about the truth catching up with you that makes you realize how much you want to stop running from it. And after coming here last night… I know who I am now.”

Read Chapter 5 [here] or from the beginning on AO3 [here].

[antisocialmastermind]

Sorry to be late! On vacation this week. Also, Blaine Anderson has entered the building.

Chapter 6

Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 on Ao3

Day 6: TPEUAGS = upstage, guest, gasp

He gives himself two days. Two days of thinking and self reflection. And then, on Tuesday, he sits on the sofa near Elliott’s easel, watching as Elliott dabs and smudges at the canvas that is still not quite where he wants it.

“Take a break?” Kurt asks.

Elliott looks up, a little startled, but then he smiles. “Sure,” he says, dropping a charcoal stick onto the table. He wipes his blackened hands on a rag and goes to the kitchen, returning after a moment with two glasses of red wine, which he plunks onto the coffee table before sitting next to Kurt on the sofa. “So,” he begins, “Am I talking first or listening first?”

“Um. Listening first, I guess.” Kurt takes a grateful sip from the wine glass in front of him, then swirls it gently in his hand, watching the wine weep down the inside of the glass. “First,” he offers, “I really am sorry.  Even if I had any right to pass judgment on your–” he flounders for a moment “–relationships, which I don’t, I could have been a little more gracious in the way I handled it. So I apologize.” He finally looks at Elliott again, and Elliott’s just holding his own wine and gazing steadily and openly back at Kurt. Kurt sighs and continues.

“And I promise that I’m over my… thing with you, but, honestly Elliott, how am I not supposed to see this as a rejection? I feel like a walking, talking cliché, but what’s wrong with me? How am I so bad that I’m not even an option, but you’re falling into Sebastian’s bed the minute you two get left alone together?” Kurt is slightly appalled to feel tears welling in his eyes and quickly gulps at his wine.

Elliott’s face is almost comical in the rapid array of emotions it tries on before finally landing on guilty remorse.

“Kurt, no,” he says, quiet but vehement. “You’re not – I’m sorry for being a colossal jackass. I just –” he cuts himself off, puts his wine glass down abruptly onto the coffee table, and squares his shoulders. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. And I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. I just learned a lot being with Nate, you know?”

Nate is Elliott’s ex. The one he’d been dating when Elliott and Kurt first met. The one who’d messed Elliott up pretty badly when he walked away.

“He was a lot like me. And a lot like you. It wasn’t a good thing in the long run. Both of us are too fiery, too mercurial, too opinionated… we were great when we were in sync, but ninety percent of the time it was like we were constantly trying to upstage each other… we just ricocheted off each other and it got more and more painful, you know? And I love you so much, but it’d kinda be like dating my twin and I worry it would end up like it did with Nate. We’re so alike that we’d end up just chipping away at whatever we were trying to make. And you’re way too important to me to take that risk, so…” Elliott runs out of words and he just looks so sad that Kurt’s heart clenches.

“And Sebastian… First of all, I’ve had feelings for him for a while, just so you know. And I don't know if anything’s gonna happen there, but I know that you know what a good person he is under all the snark, or you wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But, Kurt, he’s just… he’s steady, you know? He grounds me – he pulls me in when I’m all over the place and I rile him up when he gets complacent. And I think that could be really good.” He pauses again, looking at Kurt with a combination of guilt and hope on his face. “Does that make sense?” he mumbles finally.

Kurt loves his best friend so much. And it does make sense. And maybe Kurt isn’t designed for romantic relationships, but he does have some damn good friends and that’ll have to be enough. He looks at Elliott and both of their faces are soft and open, Kurt’s with forgiveness and Elliott’s with relief. The only thing he says is, “I’m obviously the more fabulous twin.”

And Elliott takes the wine glass out of Kurt’s hand and hugs him hard, and they’re both laughing and they’re always going to be just fine.

****

Elliott wants to move his charcoal sketch down to the studio at Muse.  He has to relieve Chandler in a couple of hours anyway, and Kurt has the leather and linen piece to finish, so they walk to the gallery together. Kurt carries Elliott’s charcoals while Elliott carries the carefully covered canvas. Things feel as easy and comfortable between them as ever. Kurt’s glad.

They access the building through the back door and enter directly into the studio. Kurt dumps Elliott’s bag and approaches his own work as Elliott situates his canvas. They can hear Chandler’s voice through the open doorway to the gallery discussing the current exhibition with  a guest. 

Kurt has just realized with sinking horror that he never ink-rubbed the leather that’s already attached to the linen when Chandler’s voice amplifies as he moves closer to the studio door. 

“...been here for quite a while. Is there anything I can–” even Chandler’s gasp carries “–oh! It’s you! Mr. Anderson, right?”

Elliott’s head shoots up in interest. Kurt is too frustrated to even register the patron’s response. But Chandler’s obsequious tone carries into the room as he replies, “Oh, really? Another one? Do you know which one?” And Elliott strides out into the gallery like the studio floor has suddenly become lava under his feet.

Kurt doesn’t register their conversation – he’s busy trying to mitigate the artistic disaster in front of him. Does he really need the ink wash? Should he try to remove the leather that’s already been stitched? He’s furious with himself for such a stupid, simple oversight and he’s deep in irritated concentration.

He’s finally decided to try and cover the linen and just rub down the leather that’s already attached, but he should probably test it on scrap leather unless he wants to run the risk of actually completely ruining this piece. He’s scrounging for fabric and a piece of leather he can waste if need be when the voices in the gallery shift again. He realizes that the three of them – Chandler, Elliott and Mr. Anderson – are standing at the wall just outside the studio space. Which means they're looking at his work now.

He thinks he hears Elliott say “Kurt Hummel,” but now he’s looking for his damned leather shears and biting his cheek so that he doesn’t let loose with a string of curse words that would be completely unprofessional. And probably bad for business. 

It’s unfortunate that Mr. Anderson chooses this moment to say, “At first glance, his work lacks passion–”

And Kurt stalks into the gallery like an angry cat, hissing “Excuse me?”

Kurt’s brandishing the leather shears like a weapon and Chandler’s face goes alarmingly red while all the color drains from Mr. Anderson’s (seriously, the man looks like he’s seen a ghost). Elliott murmurs, in his most conciliatory tone, “Ah. Kurt Hummel, meet Blaine Anderson.”

Kurt’s first thought is that Chandler was right. Mr. Anderson – Blaine – smells heavenly. His second thought is that he also looks sublime – gold-brown eyes, a beautiful, straight nose, and dark, curly hair tamed with a touch of product. It’s Kurt’s third thought, though, that comes out of his mouth. “What’s your art expertise?” he snaps brusquely.

Anderson’s black, triangular eyebrows shoot up and he answers calmly, “Oh, none. I’m one of those ‘know what I like’ people.” His face is still strangely pale, but his voice is even and pleasant. This man is unfairly attractive, and he knows how to dress, too. Kurt’s sure that’s a Prada crewneck wrapped around his toned biceps.

“In that case,” Kurt drawls, “why don’t you move on back to ‘what you like’? I believe it’s over there with Elliott’s name on it.” 

Elliott is looking at Kurt like he’s going to sink through the floor and disappear, and Kurt really is trying to soften the blow, but what he comes up with is, “There’s no accounting for taste.”

And now Elliott looks like he might actually kill Kurt, but Anderson just replies, “Indeed.”

As he flounces back into the studio, Kurt swears there was a tiny tilt of a smile on Blaine Anderson’s handsome face.

Chapter 7