anonymous prompted: Do you still take prompts? Because i would love some army!kurt, either coming home and supising blaine or the skype-y long distance stuff.
“Blaine, dude, you gotta calm down.”
Blaine whirls around from where he’s straightening his comforter to give his roommate, Kyle, a scathing glare. Kyle, to his credit, doesn’t look away from the hacky sack he’s tossing in the air. “Calm down? Kyle, I haven’t seen my recently-deployed fiancé since he left the country back in August. That was—are you looking at me?—over a month ago.”
Kyle finally stops tossing the hacky sack and heaves himself into a sitting position, holding his hands out in surrender. With his floppy blond hair and brown eyes Kyle reminds Blaine a lot like a Labrador, especially when he knows that he’s done something wrong.
pushing daisies au—Kurt Hummel, a humble piemaker with a not-so humble ability, brings his childhood crush, Blaine Anderson, back to life to solve his murder. however, Kurt must also keep his distance from Blaine, because if they touch again Blaine will be dead forever.
When Kurt Hummel is twenty-six years, fifty-nine days, twelve hours, and twenty minutes old, he finds himself staring down at the face of his childhood crush, Blaine Anderson.
As Kurt is wondering how all of this could have happened, and how the last time he had seen Blaine had been seventeen years ago when Blaine had kissed him, a tap on the shoulder jolts him forcibly out of his thoughts. He jumps, whirling around, and comes face-to-face with his less-than-patient partner.
Santana Lopez, private investigator extraordinaire, crosses her arms over her low-cut blouse, scowling as she looks to the coffin and back up to Kurt’s apologetic face. A well-plucked eyebrow arches gracefully towards the ceiling. “We haven’t got all day, doe eyes. You gonna tap him or not?”
anonymous prompted: I would love it if you write something like, certain behaviors and quirks of blaine just turn kurt on/make him putty. Bonus if it’s blaine doing the whole wide innocent eyes thing without even realizing it :)
The one thing that Kurt’s always prided himself on has been his self-control. While not necessarily perfect, he likes to think that, despite the hundred-dollar sweaters he’s bid for on eBay and all of the cheesecake he’s eaten over the years, he can at least control himself when he needs to.
And then he meets Blaine.
And Blaine manages, in such an alarmingly short period of time, to dismantle practically any and all notions that Kurt’s held of himself. Most of them completely unintentionally, and most of them with just a few innocent, unaware looks.
darren-lea prompted: Would you consider writing blind!Blaine getting the opportunity to have his eyesight restored and even though there’s still a high chance it won’t be but he decides to take it. Kurt’s with him when they see the result and Blaine wants to see is Kurt first and when they remove the wrap from his eyes he sees Kurt for the first time ever and starts crying and Kurt thinks it didn’t work but it did and Blaine’s crying because he can finally see his gorgeous husband(note that even with research i took a few liberties for the sake of the prompt and because hey, it’s fiction)
There are empty coffee cups stacked four deep on the chair next to the bed in Blaine’s exam room, evidence of Kurt’s proclivity to chain-drink caffeine when stressed. The doctor is a lot later in coming to exam Blaine than he’d said he would be, and despite Blaine’s understanding, laidback attitude about it Kurt knows that he’s antsy and nervous, too.
“Where is he?” Kurt asks, not even bothering to try and disguise the agitated whine in his voice. He takes to pacing by the window, hands jittering as he flutters them. “He said he’d be here ten minutes ago.”
anonymous prompted: Maybe you could write Kurt and Blaine having sex like Kev and V like all giggly and stupid innuendos and just fucking around???????
“God—how is riding dick not an Olympic sport yet?” Blaine pants, tossing his head back with a labored groan. The heels of his palms press hard into Kurt’s chest, his nails digging deep enough to have Kurt sucking in a sharp breath as he looks up, watching the slack-tighten of Blaine’s pleasure-lined face.
He can’t help but snort out a laugh, arching up. Their skin smacks together with a slick-sharp crack and they both groan. These are the things Blaine says sometimes in bed, things like observations or jokes or banter about their sex life, and often Kurt is left wondering whether or not Blaine was actually serious or in some endorphin-addled state.
anonymous prompted: Hi I don’t know if you still take prompts but I’ve always loved your writing! Seriously, you are really talented =) My prompt: Kurt and Blaine’s young kid/young children heard Kurt spanking Blaine last night (is there anything better than kinky Klaine?ANswer: NO) and ask them about it. Or the next day their kids seem to be really mad at Kurt and won’t talk to him while they are being overly cuddly with Blaine - they think Kurt hurt Blaine. Have a nice day, beautiful xo
Kurt wakes to the sound of the shower running.
Opening bleary eyes he turns his head, stares at the neon green clock next to his bed until the letters finally start to come into focus and he can see that it’s a quarter to eight, a lot later than he usually gets up. For a moment he contemplates throwing the comforter over his head and trying to fall back asleep—it’s been way too long since he’s been able to sleep in. Then he remembers that he has kids, that they’ll want breakfast soon, and he can’t just leave Blaine to deal with them on his own.
kurtsies prompted: blaine being really comforted by kurt’s scent and whenever he’s feeling sad/nervous he likes to wear kurt’s clothes and snuggle up in kurt’s bed but his favorite is just to bury his entire face in kurt’s neck. ◡‿◡✿ (is this me trying to infect you with fic ideas no not at all why would i i’m innocent)
Kurt picks up on it pretty quickly.
It’s hard not to, actually, now that he and Blaine are living together: Blaine’s clingy by nature, and where before it was showcased through phone calls and long Skype sessions now it’s present in the way that Blaine curls up next to Kurt like a cat on the couch at the end of the day, pressing closer and closer like he wants to burrow inside Kurt’s skin. More than once Kurt’s also come home from a late shift at the diner to find Blaine curled up on their bed around Kurt’s pillow; other times, he’s been wearing one of Kurt’s old shirts.
anonymous prompted: could you write a fic where kurt and blaine just have hot dirty rough loud sex in the back seat of a car on the side of the road or in a parking lot or something? i wanna read one sooo bad but i can’t find any good ones. :c(with added bp!blaine for my lovely jo <3)
There’s something up with Blaine. Kurt’s sure of it. All day he’s been fielding sidelong glances and stares that turn out undeniably lusty, and all day Kurt has been trying to figure out what Blaine’s angle could be. They don’t have any sort of anniversary coming up, and they definitely didn’t have any special…plans for later. But as the day draws to a close and Kurt’s at his locker after the last bell on a rare glee-free day, Blaine is suddenly there when he shuts his locker door with a clang.
Kurt gasps, stumbles back a half-step. His hand rises to his heart and he closes his eyes, says, “Oh my god, Blaine, you nearly gave me a heart attack. What are you doing?”
anonymous prompted: blaine asking kurt to eat his ass out
anonymous prompted: you should write a fic where kurts rimming blaine and they get walked in on by santana or something. like blaines on his back with his legs in the air and kurts just going to town and when they notice santana they arnt even phased
anonymous prompted: can you write a fic where kurt or blaine blows/rims the other and like reaaaaaally gets into it?
anonymous prompted: Oh god, I just love love love love your writing so so much. Can I ask for Klaine rimming? I just adore your smuttiness when you write!!! X
“Hey,” Blaine murmurs, draping himself over Kurt’s side, “there’s no one here. We’re alone.”
Any attention that Kurt had been paying to whatever show is on TV is gone the moment Blaine’s lips brush over the exposed skin of his neck and make him start and shiver. They haven’t had a lot of time the past few weeks to fool around, and most nights end up with them falling into bed together, too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. The slight, feathery brush of Blaine’s lips has Kurt groaning, lower lip between his teeth as he tilts his head to the side. He closes his eyes and says, “Oh—yes, and?”
klaineers prompted: prompting kurt and blaine having a fight in front of their kids and afterwards blaine feels really awful and like a bad dad because his parents used to fight in front of him all the time bye
Blaine can tell before Kurt’s even fully through the door that he’s had a bad day: it’s in the set of his jaw, the hard flatness to his eyes, the slightly stooped way that he carries himself, not like the normal Kurt Hummel who is as tall as a mountain and nearly as strong, as he drops his keys in the bowl by the door.
“Hey, sweetie,” Blaine calls from the kitchen, craning his neck as he puts the last finishing touches on the casserole he’s making. Their six-year-old daughter Dahlia and their seven-year-old son Tanner are at the breakfast bar busying themselves with setting the places for dinner. They’re doing it all wrong, horribly wrong, but Blaine had given up correcting them ten minutes ago; at least this way when they think that they’re helping it keeps them out of Blaine’s hair.