#kublam

[cryscendo]

Look, uh, Kurt and I were talking. And, um, we just...

You want me to move out. I knew it.

@giftober 2024 | day 20: crowded

[hevanderson]

cheerleader x football player x marching band member works so well for kublam and the best part is that kurt, blaine, and sam could easily be any of them

[th3willingvictim0f4c5nnib4l]

Is Kurt x blams ship name kublam cause that's brilliant I don't even like the ship but oh my god the name.

[1908jmd]

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[gleeincorrectquotes]

Sam : Four months!

Kurt : What’s he talking about?

Blaine : It’s not that big of a deal-

Sam : That’s how long you stood by and watched me water a FAKE PLANT!

[hopefulobjectmiracle]

my fav glee characters + best dynamics

[make-a-little-music]

An excerpt from a Kublam (Kurt/Blaine/Sam) concept where Blaine started dating Sam in s6 and Sam accidentally gets trapped in Sue’s weird robot-menace elevator along with Kurt and Blaine. Sam/Kurt focused. Rated T for swearing and detailed kissing.

"Look," Sam says. "It's just a kiss, right?"

"Sam." Blaine's voice cracks as he looks at Sam, only at Sam, and Kurt's heart cracks with it, old fault lines quaking, sending dull shockwaves out through his bones…

"I want to get out of here, okay?" Sam is saying. "That robot thing freaks me out."

No, no, no, no–

Blaine turns his head to look at Kurt, and Kurt knows Blaine too well not to see it all on his face -- the want, the guilt for wanting Kurt, how desperate he is for this thing with Sam to last, and Kurt can’t deal with this right now, he can’t, not when he’s trying so hard to move on, to be the bigger person--

"What if… what if I kissed Kurt first?" Sam says.

… What?

Blaine double-takes at Sam. "Huh?"

"I don't know, to… break the tension, distract you guys from your whole--" Sam gestures with his arms “--complicated history.” He turns to Blaine. "Make you feel less like you're cheating on me."

Blaine blinks rapidly, visibly recalibrating. Then:

"O-okay," he says. He sounds a bit surprised by his own reply. “Yeah, I'm… I'm okay with that."

Sam turns to Kurt.

“So? What do you think?”

Kurt’s heart is pounding in his ears. This is an entirely different beast, one he hadn’t prepared for except in the wildest crevices of fantasy, where there’s never a reason to say--

“NO,” the robot screeches, and Kurt’s resolve hardens. Fuck Sue, and her creepy, weird Klaine agenda. He refuses to give her the satisfaction of this fever dream nightmare going to plan. He’s changing the script.

“Yes,” Kurt says, rising to his feet. “I think that’s a great plan.”

“NO!” the robot screeches again, as Sam stands up, too. “STOP. IGNORE THE THIRD WHEEL.”

Kurt maliciously tunes the robot out and steps closer to Sam. 

Sam smiles. He's so close. His lips look so soft.

"Hey," Sam says.

Kurt's heart skips a beat, and he realizes he's already tilting forward. 

Without saying anything, Sam reaches up and tucks a hand over Kurt's cheek.

Oh fuck, his hands are so warm. 

"You sure you're okay with this?" 

Kurt nods, feeling a little dizzy. 

“It’s a practical decision,” he says breathlessly.

Sam Evans leans in, and suddenly Kurt is seventeen again, standing in front of a beautiful boy in the locker room showers, and he has two options, stay or walk away, except he knows now what he didn't know then, which is that if he walks away, he'll regret it, because it's been five years, five years and an engagement to a another man Kurt knows he'll love for the rest of his life, and yet he has never, ever stopped wondering what could have been if he'd said nothing, if they'd sung that duet, if his gaydar had been a little less off (but it wasn't, was it, and Sam is leaning in, and he's about to–!)

Oh god, Sam's lips are soft.

The robot starts screaming again, and Kurt tells himself it’s to spite her that he wraps his arms around Sam’s neck and pulls him closer. Sam chuckles against Kurt’s lips, low and warm, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, fingers drifting to the back of Kurt’s neck to support his head. Kurt needs the support; a moment later, he has Sam’s tongue inside his mouth, and the only thing he can do to keep from tipping backwards is cling on and kiss back just as hard. Sam tastes like sunshine, and he kisses like Kurt is the only thing that matters in the world, and Kurt’s whole body is tingling in a way it's only ever done with one person before--

--and this is stupid, this is all wrong, he shouldn’t feel like this, he can’t have Sam, because Sam is with Blaine, and he can’t have Blaine because--

A quiet, strangled moan cuts through the small space, and Kurt jolts backwards, breaking the kiss. He knows that sound. He knows it really well.

For a long moment, Sam stares at Kurt, eyes dark, lips pink and kiss-swollen, and a hunger rears its head in Kurt that feels like it's here to stay. Then they both turn to look at Blaine, who is breathing heavily, staring at Kurt and Sam, leaning against the wall like he staggered into it.

“... Okay,” Blaine says abruptly, like he just lost an argument inside his head.

[1908jmd]

Next chapter is here!

Another contribution to the Kublam Summer Smut Fest: this very dumb meme that I spent too long making

[gleekto]

Fic: Cupid In A Bottle

Summary: During Spin the Bottle at The Rachel Berry Trainwreck House Party Extravaganza, Sam’s spin lands on Kurt...and then on Blaine. Kurt thinks it’s a pretty evil trick that cupid is playing.

Canon compliant up to the party...Then a different ‘There you are...’

Kurt POV, then Blaine POV

Words: 2008

Cupid In A Bottle

“Ummmm.” Sam looks down sheepishly at the green glass Perrier bottle that has unambiguously stopped to point at him.

“Ummm,” Kurt mirrors back, cheeks pinkening as he sighs and starts with the inevitable, “You don’t have to,” and “I’m sure Rachel beside me has been waiting for the bottle to land on her.” 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss Sam. Sam is a hot guy, a nice guy, and his friend. But he’s let go of the idea that Sam might play for his team (strike out) and has committed his valiant if unsuccessful efforts elsewhere. So if the bottle wants to play cupid tonight, its efforts would be better used on Blaine. 

So why put Sam through this when there’s - 

“No dude. It’s cool. I’m kind of curious, anyways,” Sam shrugs. “Just don’t think that it means I’m-”

“Yes, Sam. We all know you’re not gay,” Santana rolls her eyes and adds, “Well, I sure do,” and winks to make sure she’s being understood. Kurt is tempted to add that Yes, Santana, we all know you’ve slept with Sam, when she adds. “So get on with it, already. This is getting boring.”

So apparently this is happening. Kurt hears Blaine, sitting on his other side, breathe in as Sam approaches Kurt. Blaine whispers, “Oh my god, Kurt,” as Sam leans over and yup, kisses him. 

Sam has big lips - everyone knows that. And he must actually be curious because he doesn’t just plant a mandatory peck on Kurt’s mouth and back quickly away. Instead he lets his lips linger and soften and pull at Kurt’s top lip before letting go. Oh man.

“That was cool, dude!” Kurt is a bit dazed but he thinks he hears Sam utter some positive affirmation as he moves to sit back in his seat.  “Still prefer the chicks, though.” And the room groans around him as Kurt crawls into the middle, lips tingling and adrenaline buzzing. He kissed a boy. And he liked it. Even though he didn’t really want to kiss Sam. It was cool...dude.

Mercifully or mercilessly, Kurt’s bottle lands on Brittany and it’s over before he even thinks about it. Brittany then kisses Santana who somehow gets the bottle to stop on Sam again, determined to show the rest of them how it’s done. Puck and Finn ‘woop’ and Mercedes rolls her eyes at the over the top make out display. 

“I thought it was hotter when he kissed you, frankly.” Kurt turns sharply to Blaine whispering in his ear and it makes him hot all over. Kurt huffs. Blaine knows he has a crush on him. He knows.

“I guess that makes you gay, Blaine.” Sarcasm is the best defense.

“Did it-,” Blaine tries, “Did it, you know, feel nice?” Blaine looks at him - earnestly curious  - but also, something that turns his eyes darker. Alcohol, Kurt reminds himself.

“I guess,” Kurt tries for non-chalance and a beat goes by as Sam crawls back into the middle of the circle. But they’ve always been honest with each other, he’s his only gay friend, and why shouldn’t he tell the truth. So Kurt turns to him, “Yeah, actually,” and a smile involuntarily spreads across his face. “It felt really nice. Stubble,” Kurt giggles and whispers into Blaine’s ear and Blaine matches his smile but there’s a flash of what Kurt instinctively feels is jealousy. About Sam? Blaine barely knows him. Though he is hot.

You have got to be kidding me. Kurt’s jaw drops as Sam’s bottle spin stops right by him again. Only this time it is clearly not pointing at him but at his neighbour. Blaine. 

“I guess you’ll be able  to judge for yourself,” Kurt manages before turning to look at Rachel. Or Santana. Or literally anywhere but where Sam is kissing Blaine. He’s hot all over. And he is definitely raging with jealousy. You struck out, cupid.

“Oh my god, that’s hot,” Santana howls from across the circle and Kurt can’t resist despite himself. He looks. Like with him, Sam’s lips are pressed firmly to Blaine’s, Sam’s hand around Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s eyes are closed and he thinks he hears a little hum. Kurt is biting his lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood when Blaine’s eyes open and stare directly at him. Sam is still there, pressed to his mouth but Blaine’s eyes don’t move. It feels like a challenge. 

And then Sam pops up, claps his hands, high fives Blaine and sits back down. Blaine kisses Rachel and the game wraps up when the two of them can’t resist  singing a duet. Of course. While the music is blaring and Blaine is bopping on Rachel’s make shift stage, Kurt lies down on the floor and closes his eyes, images of Sam kissing him, Sam kissing Blaine, and Blaine’s eyes boring through him making him feel drunk like the rest of them.

...

“So?” Kurt knocks into Blaine’s shoulder as he plops down beside him on the couch as Blaine hands him a coke, performance itch sufficiently scratched for the evening. Blaine looks at him blankly. “Come on, Blaine.” More confusion. “Are you going to make me spell it out for you? Sam? The kiss?”

Blaine nods and smiles sheepishly. “You kissed him too. You know.”

“Know what? How Sam kisses?”

“Yeah,” Blaine nods. “You know, it’s good.” 

Well, this is turning out to be very unexciting. What is even the point of a gay friend whom you can’t have except for as a friend who won’t even talk to you about the obvious. It’s probably no big deal to Blaine, anyways. One of his many. “Doesn’t measure up to your others, Mr. Casanova?” The sarcasm drips out of him. It’s like his porcupine quills. 

“What? No.” Blaine looks confused. “You know I’ve never been with anyone, Kurt.” No, he didn’t. 

“Not even a hook up?”

“With all the hot teenaged gay boys hanging around Dalton?” Blaine waves his hand dismissively. Kurt closes his eyes, willing them not to give his heart away. 

“Yeah. Guess not.” Kurt says flatly and walks over to refill his coke.

...

Blaine feels the absence of warm, too close Kurt as he watches him walk over to the drinks. Blaine had just brought him a drink. Why did he leave just when they were starting to talk about things? The truth is that kissing Sam was nice, but not that nice. He was about to tell Kurt that he imagines it might be more exciting to kiss a gay guy when Kurt mistakenly took him for a casanova? Kurt witnessed his great failure of a Gap Attack. What gay guys does Kurt think he even has access to at Dalton?

Oh. Ohhhh. Oh shit. Blaine has been told that he can sometimes be clueless. Like accidentally saying literally the opposite of what he wanted to say. Kurt must want to kill him.

He’s been thinking about it since Valentine’s Day. I mean - who wouldn’t? Kurt actually is gay, and smart, and cute, but also his best friend. And he was sticking to his guns not to screw things up between them. Until about ten minutes ago - when literally every permutation of the New Directions were hooking up with each other, he’s had a beer, and he watched Kurt kiss Sam. Not him. Sam. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way Kurt’s chin jutted out and Kurt’s cheeks got pink and hot and he felt like he wanted to touch the heat. Then it was his turn and Sam was hot and willing and kissing back (at least for the requisite 10 seconds) but all he could think about, even after that kiss, was why am I sitting with this ridiculous group of drunk people, kissing a straight guy, watching Kurt kiss a straight guy, when Kurt is right here. God, he is clueless.

“Kurt.” Kurt doesn’t turn around. “Kurt,” Blaine says louder in his ear. Kurt turns now, eyes icy. “Can you come here for a sec?” Blaine motions to the quiet corner under the stairs, away from staring eyes and drinking games. Kurt huffs and follows him.

Kurt crosses his arms, puts his weight on his left hip, and rolls his eyes. And Blaine can’t help it, he laughs at the irony of what is actually happening versus what Kurt thinks is happening. Of course this causes Kurt to pivot on his heel and start walking away but not before he catches him.

Blaine grabs his arm, turns him back around and pulls Kurt as close to him as Kurt will allow. “Don’t go, Kurt. I’m sorry. I think you misunderstood something I said.”

“What that kissing Sam was hot?”

Blaine shakes his head. “It was nice. But Sam is straight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Though sometimes I think you forget.”

“That Sam is straight?”

“No. That I’m gay.”

“That’s what I think you misunderstood.”

“Oh I understood. You made it perfectly clear on Valentine’s Day-” 

“I was wrong.” Blaine cuts Kurt off and reaches for him, using Kurt’s momentary surprise to take a deep breath and just go for it. Blaine shivers as he kisses Kurt with all the built up feelings let out of the bottle Blaine closed so tightly months ago. He thinks he hears Kurt mumble something like oompf and tense up but Blaine kisses him softly and openly, like Sam did, and the tension fades and then Kurt is kissing him too. Blaine puts the palm of his hand on the pink of Kurt’s cheek. Kurt mirrors him. They’re kissing. Really kissing. And he doesn’t want this to end after the requisite ten seconds so he tries to make Kurt want to stay. By putting his tongue, slowly and teasingly, into Kurt’s mouth. It feels so soft, and good, and tastes like a mint coke - 

Kurt pulls away. Shit. Blaine looks down and shudders. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No,” Kurt says quickly. Blaine looks up and Kurt looks so hot. In both ways. And stunned. I just-”

“It’s just that you told me you liked me- You do still like me, right? I mean I hope-”

“Yes, Blaine. I still like you. But you just told me that I don’t even register as a gay guy at Dalton fit for-”

“That’s what I think you misunderstood,” Blaine blushes and he feels like they must match perfectly. “I haven’t kissed anyone before, Kurt. This is Lima. And Dalton. And there aren’t people for us to “hook up with” everywhere,” Blaine reminds. “And I guess I was waiting for a little romance? Not a hook up. Not a drinking game with a straight guy. Even a hot one.”

“So why now?” Kurt is still suspicious as he touches his own lips and Blaine can’t resist. He puts his hand over top of Kurt’s and traces them with him. It’s romantic. And hot.

“Other than just having the clueless knocked out of me?”

“Yes. What exactly knocked the clueless out of you at Rachel Berry’s drunken New Directions party?”

“You’re going to laugh.” Blaine can’t really believe it himself.

“Try me.”

“You’re going to think I’m shallow.”

“I doubt that.”

“When you kissed Sam,” Blaine pauses and chuckles at himself,  “I was jealous.”

“Me too. I mean when you kissed him. Obviously.” Kurt is shaking his head.

“I’d never kissed anyone before,” Blaine reiterates.

“Me neither. At least not one that counted.”

“Does Sam count?” Blaine flirts as he steps back into Kurt’s orbit, bodies close enough to alternate legs, arms on each other’s arms.

“I’m not sure,” Kurt says. “He wasn’t bad. I’m just not sure if it counts as a real kiss.” Blaine may be clueless but he’s pretty sure that Kurt is being coy. It’s new. He likes it.

“So what counts as a real kiss?” Blaine asks, inches from where he wants to be kissing Kurt again.

There is an awkward pause in the conversation as Kurt bites his lower lip, looking like he’s trying to find the right words. Blaine waits.

“Put your tongue back in my mouth, and I’ll show you.” 

Blaine doesn’t need to be asked again.

[samsreckoning]

SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW.

[katyobsesses]

HELLO may I please hear about the Blam S6 re-write 👀

This is another WIP that's mostly just... In my head, with a vague outline on (virtual) paper.

Basically... S6 with Blam instead of Blainofsky... and much more grounded in reality (however much i love S6's vibe... i cannot write that 😂)

Sam is right there glee writers, I know you couldn't have Seblaine because Grant was busy being a superhero but Blam was right there ... But maybe that would have made too much sense and then Klaine wouldn't have been endgame 😂

I would maybe start the fic from Rachel's POV like in S6 - just for a chapter, a prologue maybe - with her coming home and finding out everything happening in Lima - mostly focusing on Blaine and Sam. There would be hints to the two of them having new partners, Rachel would be happy for Sam after everything with Mercedes, but devastated over the end of Klaine like in Canon. There's that scene where they watch That's So Rachel but instead of sitting separately Blaine and Sam are sitting either side of Rachel on the couch and there would be subtle touches behind Rachel's back, looks over her head (I'm imagining this as if it's actually the episode - us shippers would catch on immediately and gifs would be made in seconds)

and then Kurt comes back, and he meets up with Rachel and they chat and Rachel, oh, she tries so hard to tell him that Blaine is seeing someone, but Kurt is adamant to win him back so doesn't listen.

So he meets up with Blaine in Scandals, and Blaine tries to tell Kurt he's seeing someone, while obviously looking at the door to the place over Kurt's shoulder, waiting for Sam, but Kurt's all like "I'm here to win you back"

but Blaine just doubles down on the fact that he's seeing someone Kurt. and Kurt's still having that voice over moment, listing off all the gay people he knows.

is it Sebastian? Karofsky?? that Lighthouse guy? Chandler? Jeremiah!?

and Blaine's all like "You know them, and we don't want this to be awkward..."

and then his face lights up as he spots Sam at the entrance, but obviously Kurt doesn't know it's Sam, he just can tell, by the look of happiness on Blaine's face, that his plan of winning Blaine back is doomed to fail.

Because Blaine is so obviously In Love.

I can once again imagine this as a scene in the show, a similar way to how Karofsky is introduced.

a "Hey Kurt," a voice full of nerves, camera pointed on wringing hands in front of a chest adorned in a nerdy T-shirt and flannel. The audience has to know who it is by now, only the most dense wouldn't have picked it up. But right then Kurt is dense, or at least, he doesn't want to believe.

He looks up and see's Sam's face, full of nerves, scared yet determined - because this is the first person he's coming out to other than Blaine! - he refuses to believe it for a second, denial clouding his mind, because Sam is Straight™. straighter than straight, he's just somehow stumbled into Scandals and Sebastian, or Karofsky, or fucking Jeremiah is right behind him.

But them he looks at Blaine, who is looking on proudly at Sam, and his heart shatters.

because he knows, now, for certain, that he's lost Blaine for good.

and then the rest of the fic is about Kurt getting over Blaine, and Sam getting the courage to come out to everyone, and a healthy amount of drama and shenanigans with everyone for some reason decending on Lima to help with a show choir (but slightly more down to earth stuff... probably no getting locked in a elevator). Kurt would find love somewhere else - maybe an OC through a dating site, maybe Karofsky, maybe Sebastian, maybe Elliot back in New York.

Or maybe the fic is actually KuBlam! and Kurt realises that, oh, he's in love with both of them and isn't that just such sweet sorrow because obviously there's no solution there (except there is and it's called polyamory)

I'm not sure on the ending of this fic, or even really the middle, but by god do i have a strong visual of the meeting at Scandals.

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this was a long ramble, I am sorry but also not 🤣 I have feels about this AU

[mdverse]

Hello - someone know if you mind me asking - can you draw some Kublam - Kurt, Sam and Blaine? Your sketches are so good!

[hevanderson]

sapphic samcedes save me save me sapphic samcedes

[1908jmd]

Hey kublammies - next part of the love fest is here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40541796

[gleeincorrectquotes]

(anon) glee confessions

[starpunchsoup]

i still need to think up threesome ideas for the kublam smut fest we got going on rn but right now i think i’m toying with the idea of escort!blaine who gets hired for a bachelorette party or something and kurt genuinely has no problem with blaine’s job. like at all. like actively encourages him to do well so he can buy a fancy new scarf. that feels so much more like how kurt would really feel towards money + sex instead of the show’s very anti-sw themes 🥴