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theyaskedmeto · 5 years ago

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sour undertones - klaine oneshot

read at ao3

words: 1723

AN: this was inspired by a piece of fanart by animateglee, go check it out!

summary: Kurt finds Blaine's diary and is surprised at what he finds there. Blaine thought it was good at the time, I mean, he got an A in creative writing from Miss Eavesbridge once!

The days have been long for the both of them, and it’s not like he was snooping, really, he wasn’t. He was bored.

Ever since the lockdown had started in New York, Kurt felt like he was going to go mad. His apartment with Blaine was only small (despite their success and newfound fame, prices to live in the city were still ridiculously high) and there was only so much they could do in such a tiny space. After multiple different jigsaw puzzles and games of monopoly and other miscellaneous things that didn’t involve sitting around and scrolling through Instagram, he was starting to go a little bit crazy.

It was also hard for them - they were different types of people; Kurt was an extrovert… and well, Blaine… not so much. For Blaine, it was much easier; he would happily sit around at home all day keeping himself busy doing nothing much at all.

But Kurt, he thrived on socialisation, on meeting new people, new faces and interesting personalities. He was growing tired. So he wasn’t surprised when he found himself searching through the shelves and bits of storage in their tiny home, not really knowing what he was looking for.

He found lots of old things knocking around in their draws - a photo album of their first year together as a couple, and smiled as he looked through the miscellaneous memories that had been captured and saved, something to hold onto for all their lives. The receipt from their one of their many dates, a recipe book Kurt had given to Blaine one year for his birthday in their old loft in Bushwick, and Kurt was a little offended to find it hidden away in a random draw next to their bed, but then he decided to search some more.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t seen it before, but it was a beautiful thing, a notebook with a leather covering and writing on the front, stuck on with different clippings of letters from headlines of newspapers, and Kurt laughed to himself as it reminded him of The Burn Book from Mean Girls. A guilty pleasure of his, if he was being honest.

However, this expression changed as he opened the notebook. He saw on the very first page, ‘property of Blaine Devon Anderson’ scribbled messily onto the parchment. Around it was lots of different doodles and hearts and other little drawings that made Kurt smile. Then he turned the page, realising what he was actually looking at.

15th March 2011

Dear Diary,

Kurt’s eyes widened as he recognised the date. That date was special to them. He recognised it, even more so, when he read the words ‘I kissed Kurt today!’ in big, capital letters, confirming why it was so special to them. That was when he burst out laughing, deciding to read on. Half of him felt bad for reading through his husband’s diary from nine years ago, but dammit - they were husbands! It was healthy to have some secrets in a relationship, he thought. Reading again, a big smile lit up his face.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am right now. I’ve been so oblivious all this time, and only now I’ve realised how much I appreciate him. I can’t believe that this might turn into a real thing soon! And hopefully, his feelings are the same. I mean, they would be, wouldn’t they? He did kiss me back. Twice. Anyway, I think I love him. He’s beautiful, and his eyes are so blue…

Kurt was aware that his face was probably lit up like a Christmas tree, but he didn’t care. His now-husband had written about him in his diary on the day of their first kiss. He was allowed to be happy.

“Kurt?”

It was only then that Kurt closed the notebook abruptly, jumping up from where he was sat on the floor against the bed, dumping it on the floor and turning to face Blaine, who had now walked into the room.

“What are you doing?”

Oh god. Kurt looked suspicious. He was fully aware of that. He was trying to wipe his sweaty palms on his trousers (even if they weren’t allowed outside, didn’t mean his fashion game was going to falter) and his eyebrows were raised up far too high as he tried to keep a sense of nonchalance about his aura but failing.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” He smiled. The tension in the room was suffocating. He shouldn’t have been nervous, really, he shouldn’t have, but Blaine was standing there looking very worried and curious and Kurt wasn’t ready for whatever would happen next.

Blaine frowned, moving closer to Kurt.

“You’re acting weird. What’s going—”

He paused as he realised the notebook on the floor. He looked at it, sitting there, then back at his husband, whose eyes were now comically wide, and they stared at each other incredulously.

“Kurt, I swear to fucking god—”

Kurt broke the tension by letting out a giggle, deciding teasing was the best way to go about this situation. He bent down and picked up the notebook from the floor, and continued to read the page he’d been reading, but out loud to Blaine this time.

“So, my soft but scratchy lips tasted exquisite… the sweet flavour of starburst fruit gums but also the sour undertones of orange juice, along with the sweet promise of love?” He burst out laughing. Blaine scrambled towards him, trying to snatch his old diary out of Kurt’s hands.

“Kurt! Give that back!”

“Why... are you talking... about our first kiss... like it’s a fucking Michelin star meal?” Kurt marvelled, between fits of laughter. Blaine was trying to grab the notebook but Kurt made sure to keep a hand on his chest, preventing him from stealing it back.

“Kurt… please! I was excited!” Blaine shouted, exasperated.

That only made Kurt laugh harder, running away from Blaine who was now getting closer to stealing the diary back, so he jumped up on the bed.

“No! I have a right!” He screamed, jumping down from the bed and now running around the apartment, trying to find another excruciatingly cringe-worthy piece of writing to read out to his very embarrassed husband.

“When we pulled back, I stared into his piercing blue orbs… what the fuck are orbs?” He joked, collapsing onto their couch, reading some more, “and I was so dazed, the only thing going on in my mind was Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, then he said, in the softest, most beguiling voice—” he broke off his reading again, trying to understand Blaine’s writing, “sorry… Blaine? Why are you using such descriptive words? This sounds like a fucking fanfiction!” He laughed, then continuing, “he said we should practice,” he raised his eyebrows as he noticed Blaine was watching him at the end of the couch with an exaggerated pout on his face.

“You’re so mean,” Blaine whined, he fucking whined, and that was when Kurt started to feel bad.

“Honey, I’m sorry,” He apologized, “but you’ve gotta admit, it is pretty funny.”

“You’re making fun of my sixteen-year-old self’s writing skills,” Blaine said, the pout on his face still prominent, “Miss Eavesbridge gave me an A for creative writing in English at Dalton once!” He said, referencing their Eleventh Grade English teacher.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry for making fun of your creative writing skills,” Kurt laughed, affectionately, pulling Blaine onto the couch from where he was sitting, untangling his folded arms. “Although I don’t think this would be creative writing since it actually happened.” He cross-examined, stroking his hands through his husband’s hair. He was so grateful that Blaine had loosened up on the gel now, moving away from the brick-like hair he had five years ago. He loved stroking Blaine’s hair.

Blaine groaned in annoyance at Kurt’s display of his pedantic trait but obviously appreciated the attention, nestling his head into Kurt’s neck, wrapping his arms around his husband.

“You’ve embarrassed me.”

“That’s what marriage is for!”

“Rude.”

“You’re cute.”

Blaine looked up at Kurt then, lifting his torso so he was fully on top of his husband, holding himself up by his hands. “I can’t believe you found my old diary. Although I am sorry that I described our first kiss like a Michelin star meal. It’s just— it was special, you know? And I wanted to remember every bit of it.”

Kurt’s face was glowing. He was so in love with Blaine, every day his love grew stronger. As he looked into his hazel (Kurt laughed to himself as he thought of the word orbs) eyes, he wondered how he had become so lucky.

“It was special. Do you want to recreate it?” He replied.

Blaine hummed appreciatively, “mmm. Sounds like a good idea,” and leaned in for a kiss. They stayed like that for a while, breathing each other in, Kurt’s hand cupping Blaine’s cheek, eyes closed.

When they broke apart, they stared at each other for a while, when Kurt mumbled, obviously quite dazed, “Any sour undertones of orange there?”

Blaine groaned, dropping his head back down onto Kurt’s shoulder, “That honestly sounds so fucking disgusting. I can’t believe I ever wrote that.”

“Well, actually, you said you wanted to remember every moment of our first kiss, but you actually got a bit of it wrong in your writing.” Kurt acknowledged, picking up Blaine’s old diary again, “you see, here you wrote that I said we should practice, but I actually remember quite clearly that you said that.”

Blaine frowned at this, grabbing the diary out of Kurt’s hands, reading out loud where he had written that.

“he said, in the softest, most beguiling voice, we should practice. Huh. I did get that wrong. Guess my mind was so dazed all I could think about was Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.” Blaine said, quoting his diary entry.

Kurt burst out laughing at that, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck, pulling him in for a short kiss once again. “You’re such a dork.”

“But you love me anyway.” Blaine smiled.

“Of course I do. And I know you love me too.” Kurt replied, pressing their lips together again. He loved his beautiful, ‘I-got-an-A-in-creative-writing’, beguiling husband. And he wasn’t going to see the end of this story in a very, very long time.

#this was meant to be way shorter but oh look! it grew #quarantined!klaine #glee #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #elsie writes #kurt hummel #klaine #blaine anderson #quarantine fic #klaine oneshot #glee fanfiction #fic: sour undertones

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 4 years ago

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Since I Asked You

Quarantine ‘Verse

Bonus 1: Since I Asked You

Summary: First date.

Notes: Rest of the verse can be found here on AO3

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They had watched Moulin Rouge. Neither of them held back on singing along with the film. It was difficult when it was your favorite musical. How could anyone expect two Broadway boys to not sing?

Kurt really did have a lovely voice, Blaine thought. It had been a while since he had gone to see him perform live. Suddenly, he wished Kurt had some studio-recorded songs just for Blaine to fall asleep listening to or have to use during his subway commutes.

It brought back that feeling of being on the stage for Kurt even when he was sitting in his living room with his laptop open on the table in front of him. They ate popcorn and made mixed drinks in their separate apartments but it was like being together. Almost.

They didn't know any different. Their whole relationship was building via zoom calls and texts. Taking on a whole new meaning of 'online dating.'

At the end of the night, Kurt falls back against his bedsheets and hugs his arms tightly around himself. Even though he and Blaine weren’t sitting across from one another and despite not being able to reach out and touch him or kiss him goodnight at his doorstep, tonight was easily the best date Kurt Hummel had ever been on.

Blaine was proving to be an earnest gentleman. When he started off their zoom call bashful and full of nervous energy.

“First date jitters?” Kurt joked.

“Maybe a little.” Blaine backed up, hoping his room was dark enough to cover up his blush.

In an attempt to make the night as romantic as he could, Blaine had lit a vanilla candle and turned on his colored Christmas lights hanging around his room. It was no candle-lit dinner in a 5-star restaurant but it was enough for now.

“Don’t be. We’ve been zooming for weeks, you know me," Kurt assured him. "Plus, this is way lower stakes than meeting up in real life, especially nowadays.”

Blaine chuckled and physically shakes off his nerves. “You’re right.”

Kurt smiled. He was trying not to show any of his own nervous energy. Blaine was special, he just knew it, and he didn't want to screw this up.

“Since I asked you out, I thought I’d take the initiative to plan our night too,” Blaine said.

Blaine then shared his screen with Kurt, who instantly clapped upon seeing which movie Blaine had picked for them to watch.

"I'm very glad I splurged on movie-theater popcorn tonight," Kurt said.

In turn, Blaine held up his own bowl of popcorn. "I sprinkled mine with m&m's."

"Sweet and salty," Kurt replied.

A perfect metaphor.

The light vibrations of his phone bring Kurt back to the present. He sighs and smiles before picking up the call from his dad.

“Hi bud, how was the big date?” Burt asks.

With that, Kurt gets to relive the entire thing again.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine #quarantine 'verse

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 years ago

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There’s a lockdown in New York City. Fortunately it’s not all bad news.

Written for Klaine Advent 2020

#klaine advent 2020 #Klaine #Klaine fanfiction #enemies to lovers #quarantined!klaine #roommates!klaine #New fic #Complete

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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago

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Private Time

I’ve been reading and writing (and living with) so much angst lately, I decided to indulge in some silly, sexy funtimes with a fandom I haven’t visited in a while. Enjoy.

Klaine, 2k, A03.

Summary: Living with his grad student roommates in quarantine, private time is hard to come by...

Blaine is generally very happy living in the somewhat rickety four-bedroom house he shares with three other grad students. It’s not too far from school, it’s got a workable washer and dryer in the basement, and the kitchen was renovated sometime in the past twenty years so it’s perfectly adequate for making whatever quick meals he manages to scrounge together after class.

But boy, are the walls thin.

This hasn’t been a problem until recently, when COVID-19 struck. School has gone online, but unlike the undergrads, Blaine and his roommates have a lease and all of them decided to endure the quarantine here in Somerville, Massachusetts rather than go home. According to Kurt, Somerville may not be where he wants to end up, but it’s far better than the Midwest town he grew up in and he has no desire to weather the quarantine back in Lima.

Thanks to the quarantine, Blaine has learned this and many more facts about his flatmates – and yes, they have all taken to calling it a flat, after an evening which started out with teasing Sam about how he likes to talk with a fake British accent turned into one of the most carefree nights Blaine has had in a long time. Apparently all it took was a few bottles of cheap wine and a defrosted cheesecake from Star Market to loosen them all up.

“We’re proper mates, now,” Sam had announced, waving his arms and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. By the time they had all wandered off to bed, Blaine had learned that Kurt’s favorite singer was Lady Gaga, that Rachel had taken a year off from school to film a television pilot, and that Sam played the guitar rather well, as long as it was country music.

Blaine has liked Sam since they met playing intramural soccer in the fall. So when Sam mentioned last month that they had a spare bedroom, Blaine quickly took him up on the offer. Blaine’s previous apartment was lonely and smelled like something had died in the ceiling, so it was really a no brainer.

What had caught Blaine by wonderful, wonderful surprise, however, was that Kurt Hummel was one of Sam’s roommates. Blaine had seen Kurt perform in a production of Macbeth back in October, and had been mesmerized by the man’s performance. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Kurt was a regular grad student just like he was, not until Sam gave him the tour of the house and Kurt waved to him from the kitchen where he was gossiping with Rachel over skinny margaritas.

With just a smile and a nod and an agreement to take his turn putting out the trash, Blaine gained three roommates, including the guy he had been crushing on for months. Not bad for a Wednesday.

Much to Blaine’s dismay, simply moving into the house didn’t result in any quality time with Kurt. Between school and performances Kurt was hardly ever home, and Blaine’s schedule studying history and music theory was hardly better. Since the stay at home order was put in place, however, it’s a whole new world. Now the four of them can hardly get away from each other.

For the first two weeks of their enforced togetherness, everyone was on their best behavior, and the drama of it all gave them a shared sense of adventure. Kurt sewed them all homemade masks, Blaine carefully organized grocery trips to minimize time in the stores, Sam tried to get them to adopt home fitness routines, and Rachel kept them apprised of the most interesting celebrity bits to watch on You Tube.

But they are entering into week three of the quarantine, and the novelty is wearing off. For one thing, Rachel has been getting more and more demanding about household details (she is constantly editing the chore wheel and claiming someone else did it), and while Kurt generally has acted as peacemaker when confronted with Rachel’s whims, even he seems to be getting tired of it. Sam hasn’t done his laundry at all since they got locked in, and Blaine is running out of hair gel. Kurt has taken to cleaning the fridge so often that Rachel accused him of stealing cleaning supplies and rubber gloves from health care workers.

They are all becoming short-tempered and irritable. Blaine even catches himself snapping at Kurt, which is the last thing he wants to do. He’s worried that by the time the quarantine lifts, Kurt will never want to speak to him again, let alone date him.

Blaine has a few tried and true strategies for when he gets like this, but none of them are working. Sam insists on running with him every time he goes out, and his well intentioned chatter prevents Blaine from finding any escape. He can’t let off steam by boxing, because his gym is closed. And as for the things he really knows would do the trick, especially after an afternoon of watching Kurt do ballet stretches in yoga pants, well… the walls of their apartment are very, very thin.

Blaine knows this because Sam apparently feels no shame in indulging in his own solo activities. It’s easy to hear him, even from across the hall. Given that Blaine’s bedroom shares a wall with Kurt’s, there’s no way Blaine’s going to risk Kurt hearing anything of the sort from Blaine’s room.

Towards the end of the third week, Rachel calls a roommate meeting. Blaine has just finished an endless zoom call with his research supervisor, and he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his head if he doesn’t get his contacts out soon. But Rachel insists, so they all gather in the sitting room, Sam and Blaine on the lumpy brown couch, and Kurt sitting on the edge of an armchair, looking to Blaine like he could be posing in a fashion magazine.

“Thank you for coming,” Rachel begins, as if they had any real choice in the matter. She launches into an overview of their past few roommate meetings, and brings up an excel spreadsheet on her computer, on which she has apparently made further edits to the chore wheel.

Blaine tries not to be distracted by the way the asymmetrical neckline of Kurt’s cashmere sweater drapes over his collarbone when he leans forward to look at Rachel’s chart.

“So I decided on Saturdays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays,” Rachel says, looking around the room for approval. Blaine realizes he has lost the plot completely, but luckily he’s not the only one.

“Wait, what?” Sam asks. Kurt has found a nail file somewhere and isn’t paying much attention either, but his mouth quirks up at little at Sam’s question, so he’s probably glad Sam is taking the blame for this one too.

Rachel lets out a long suffering sigh, and places an Amazon box on the table. “As I said, I haven’t been able to use the practice rooms for weeks now, and my vocal production is suffering. I need to be able to focus properly on allowing my voice to soar over my accompaniment at its expected volume, without having to censor myself.”

Sam still looks confused, and Rachel glares at him. “I need to listen to loud music, and sing loudly, ok? So I got these for all of us.”

Sam frowns. “I don’t mind if you sing, Rach.”

Rachel’s hands clench at her sides. “It’s not about you, it’s about me.” Kurt coughs not indiscreetly into his hand, but Blaine doesn’t quite catch what he says. “I need you all to wear these, for an hour, three times a week. I’ve clearly marked this as private time on our schedule, from 11 to midnight, Saturdays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.”

“But what if-“

“Sam, let it go,” Kurt says. “We’re all missing <I>private time</I> these days.” Kurt stands up and smooths his hands down his skin tight jeans. “It’s fine with me, Rachel.”

Blaine stands up too, and peers into the box, then takes out a set of headphones. They are high end noise-cancelling models, clearly expensive, and probably quite effective. “These are great, Rachel. Thanks. But you didn’t have to do this. I’m sure we could have worked something out so you could practice.”

Rachel glares at him now too, and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “I <i>have</i> worked it out.

Private time commences at eleven o’clock on each designated night. I expect you all to go to your rooms, and wear the headsets. It’s the least we can do to help preserve our collective mental health during this trying time. Do I have your agreement?”

They all agree, and Rachel smirks, satisfied. Blaine chalks it up to roommate harmony and sets about seeing what he can make for dinner out of tortillas, one cucumber, and three apples (answer: nothing, they eat frozen pizza).

Later that evening, he and Sam are on the couch trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Suddenly Sam leans over and slaps Blaine on the shoulder.

“Ow, Sam, what was that for?”

“I know why Rachel got the headphones for us,” Sam announces, grinning crazily, “It’s so she can have a wank!”

Blaine attributes Sam’s ongoing affinity for British slang to the amount of Sherlock fanfic he’s been reading lately, but now really isn’t the time to get into it.

He reflexively starts to deny it, but then he realizes with a flush of embarrassment that Sam is probably right. Sam watches his face and his grin gets even bigger.

“She’s kind of a genius, isn’t she?” Sam grabs a set of headphones and bounds away up the stairs.

“Sam,” Blaine calls out, wanting to remind him that it’s Monday, and therefore no private time is scheduled. Not that it’s stopped Sam before.

The next night Rachel reminds them all after dinner that private time will begin precisely at eleven o’clock. After a group viewing of the first episode of Deadwater Fell (during which Blaine divided his attention between watching David Tennant, watching Kurt, and watching Kurt watch David Tennant), Rachel checks the time on her phone and orders them all upstairs. At five minutes to eleven, she screams “put your headphones on,” and slams the door to her bedroom.

Blaine thinks this is all fairly ridiculous, but he puts on the headphones anyway, and settles on his bed with his laptop. He surfs around for a while, finding clips of some noteworthy Shakespeare productions (okay, fine, it’s Benedict Cumberbatch playing Hamlet), but then his mind starts to wander. Being cooped up with his roommates has been… constraining… for him too, and maybe he should go ahead and take advantage of the private time Rachel has arranged for them.

Blaine makes himself more comfortable and slides a hand down his body, wondering if his roommates are doing the same. Wondering, especially, if Kurt is doing the same. He unzips his fly and takes himself in hand, letting out a long sigh at the sensation – and then freezing when he hears himself. Blaine quickly realizes that as he got comfortable on the bed, the headphones had slipped off his ears.

And if he can hear himself, what if Kurt can hear him too?

Any interest in solo activities leaves him in a flash, and Blaine quickly zips himself up and plants his feet on the floor. He makes sure the headphones are properly situated on his ears, and spends the remaining twenty minutes of private time organizing his sock drawer.

The next morning his roommates seem downright cheery, and Blaine starts to regret his nerves. It would have been nice to get a little relief from the stress of quarantine, even at the risk of potential embarrassment. Maybe he just needs to be quieter, next time.

Thursday night Blaine fluffs his pillows and arranges himself on the bed face down, so that any noise he makes will be muffled. This turns out to be a brilliant idea, and he has quite a good time imagining that Kurt is underneath him, writhing and squirming and rutting against him, all long lines and warm skin. It’s not a pillow stifling his cries, it’s Kurt’s wet mouth…

When Blaine finally comes to, he feels a little guilty, but he’s more relaxed than he’s been in weeks. Maybe he’ll get through this quarantine after all.

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heartsmadeofbooks · 4 years ago

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I like to keep track of my daily wordcounts (I use the nanowrimo page to check my stats and keep myself motivated) and I’m kinda blown away by my final September wordcount.

62.629.

Like.

What.

#That's just insane to me #I don't think I've ever written this much #Part of it is Flowers in the Window and the rest is the first five chapters of the new story #MOTIVATIOOOOOOOON #Also quarantine #But mostly motivation and love for Klaine #Ahhhhhh I'm so happy #I'm gonna shut up now

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year ago

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Klaine Bingo

1. Debut - Courage and Cake by wardo2796

2. Page-turning - The Cuckoo and The Nightingale by Kurtswish

3. Reach for a box of tissues - The Awakening by heartsmadeofbooks

4. Unusual Occupation - Perfectly Imperfect by GleefulDarrenCrissFan

5. Wild Card - Do Something Crazy by scatterthestars

6. The Summer - Miles to Go by hundredindecisions

7. Challenge - Not Another Teen Drama by Catcat85

8. Laugh Out Loud - Register Three by ItsNotEasyBeingQueen

Don't normally read - The First of All Pleasures by quizasvivamos

Thank you - now on A03

1. Debut - Courage and Cake by wardo2796

Blaine and Kurt have both had a rough go of it and move away to a small town in Minnesota to start over. This is the story of how they meet and how their worlds collide and combine. There's a lot of pining and angst but a happy ending is waiting at the end!

2. Page-turning - The Cuckoo and The Nightingale by @kurtswish

Summary: Kurt Hummel always felt separate from his world and being the only one without a Soulmark didn’t help. Just as he is ready to end it all, something happens to change the course of his life. Warnings: Mentions depression and suicidal thoughts. Supernatural elements.

3. Reach for a box of tissues - The Awakening by @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel has put his perfect life together carefully, making sure all the pieces fit exactly how he wanted them to. But all it takes is one name from his past to make all his hard work go to waste - Blaine Anderson.

4. Unusual Occupation - Perfectly Imperfect by @gleefuldarrencrissfan

Blaine is the head jingle writer for the fashion department and son of George Anderson, CEO and founder of Anderson Advertising. Their department head, Wes Montgomery, has hired a new ad writer for their department, Kurt Hummel. Blaine is immediately smitten. Too bad that his dad has forbidden romance between team members. It's fine though. Nothing will happen at the office. Work trips, on the other hand, are another story entirely.

5. Wild Card - Do Something Crazy by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt only downloads Grindr to finally move on from his ex. What he doesn't expect to happen is to end up quarantining with Blaine for five days. Can those five days turn into something more?

6. The Summer - Miles to Go by hundredindecisions

*This one is already in this category in the collection

7. Challenge - Not Another Teen Drama by Catcat85

This is a story about two boys from different crowds who found more in common with each other than they had ever thought possible. Even though High School hierarchy had kept them apart, a chance that Blaine took one day led them on a journey of a love story. Whoever said a cheerleader and a math nerd could ever become an item?

8. Laugh Out Loud - Register Three by ItsNotEasyBeingQueen

On a quick trip to the grocery store, Blaine doesn’t expect to keep running into the same handsome stranger as he shops. If only he didn’t keep making a fool out of himself at every turn.

9. Don't normally read - The First of All Pleasures by @quizasvivamos

Kurt is entering his final semester at NYADA and needs another source of income. His diner wages and tips aren’t enough, his financial aid is about to run out, and he’s about to be thrust out into the world with no safety net, very little savings, and loans debt. One night, he gets drunk with Santana, and she convinces him to start an OnlyFans account. Kurt soon attracts a very willing and generous benefactor, who commissions him for content that starts out tame but grows steamier by the day. With dollar amounts that high, how can Kurt say no to his biggest fan?

#2023 klaine bingo #klaine fanficiton #klaine fanfic #glee fanfic #glee fanfiction

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blurglesmurfklaine · 3 years ago

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It Only Takes A Taste

Words: ~12k | Rating: T | Genre: Fluff/Humor | Status: Complete

Summary: Eight weeks. Sixteen of the self proclaimed worst cooks in the nation. Two very frustrated professional chefs. A fellow contestant catches Blaine’s eye. Will they cook up something more than just friendship? Worst Cooks in America AU and no I will not apologize for the pun.

A/N: I’ve been watching too much Food Network since my tia moved in. Competitors to friends to lovers, maybe a side of (not so) secret dating? Title is from Waitress because I am a slut for Sara Bareilles

Huge thanks to Adri @somefeministtheatrepls for her set of eyes on this!

Enjoy :D

Week One

It starts off as a joke, really.

Blaine’s over at Wes and Angela’s place. She wants to put on the CW, but Wesley insists they watch the Food Network. About halfway through an episode of Chopped , a casting call for Worst Cooks in America flashes across the screen.

Naturally, Angela and Wes make many jokes at his expense—what type of friends would they be if they didn’t?—Angela saying he should apply through a laugh and Wes responding that even the critically acclaimed chefs Anne Burrell and Alton Brown couldn’t fix his cooking.

Blaine had led a pretty privileged life growing up. His parents aren’t filthy rich or anything of the sort, but he’d never had to worry about there being enough food on the table, and they’d even helped him through college so that he didn’t have to take out any loans. So far, he’s lived a blessed life and he is eternally grateful for it.

But it also means that now, at the ripe old age of twenty seven, he’s a woefully terrible cook. It’s something he never had to worry about before, and upon graduation, takeout and simple turkey and cheese sandwiches became his best friends.

If you were to ask Blaine, he considers himself to have a somewhat refined pallet, but failure after disastrous failure in the kitchen has proven that he simply doesn’t have the tactile skill necessary to create anything decent… or edible.

So Wes and Angela had pulled up the online application and made Blaine submit. As a joke.

Now, as he enters the colorful kitchen area—stocked with fruits and vegetables galore, more ovens and five-burner stoves than Blaine can count, and an array of kitchen gadgets that seem more like alien probing tools—it feels a little less like a joke.

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