Posts tagged fic rec.

pencilpushingenthusiast:

Kurt/Blaine Reversebang 2012 (Tumblr/LJ) - Day 1 :)

Fic:  Not The Boy Next Door

Author: wordplay (Tumblr/LJ)

Rating: R

Word Count: 10,500

Summary: Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician with a new job. This is the story of everything he finds there.

Artist’s Notes: Illustrating this brilliant, little story was an absolute joy! I had the honor of working in tandem with the ever-incredible wordplay on this project and was beyond blessed to be on the receiving end of her absolute genius direction. So, thank you, Lovely, for allowing me to play in your sandbox for a little while; it’s an experience I would echo again in a heartbeat. ♥

(via evarren)

A drabble about a man and his lobster cardigan…

chazzam:

I kept seeing Bron’s posts about the lobster cardigan Blaine wore on the season finale of Glee, and since I am from the Land of Lobsters, I couldn’t help but start to get all headcanony about it.

And so a hastily-written drabble was born….

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this is so cuuuuute!

(via filltheworldwithsillylovesongs)

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redsolokurt:

I have a feeling I’ll be writing reaction fic for the next four months

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It’s been three days since he opened his rejection letter from NYADA. He feels a bit like he did after the loss at Nationals the year before, there was the immediate sense of disbelief, of ‘oh no this can’t be happening’, followed quickly by the awful, crushing weight of soul-shattering, numbing defeat that had him crying himself dry—into Blaine’s arms, into his father’s arms, into his pillow—for two days straight.

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heyblaine:

“Okay,” Gavin says and leans over Nouriel’s shoulder. “Come on, type it in.”

“But isn’t it… a bit… stalkerish?”

Gavin rolls his eyes. “It’s not like he’s going to find out. Come on.”

Nouriel bites his lips, but finally does as he’s told, and types ‘Kurt Hummel’ into Facebook’s search bar before hitting enter.

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chatterboxrose:

drblaine:

“I put up my class schedule up on the bulletin board so we can plan accordingly,” Blaine says as he flits about the room, rearranging random things. “I was thinking we could do bunk beds? It always for more floor space and I like the top bunk because heat rises and I get really, really cold at night.” He shakes his head. “Gosh, I know what you’re thinking. Neurotic roommate! Get me out! But seriously, Kurt, I’m a really awesome roommate. I have references.” 

Kurt wonders if he will eventually run out of steam. So far, it’s not looking like it’s likely.

“And if you ever need alone time, just let me know. It can be a little weird, living with someone else. Not for me! Three and a half years at boarding school will do that to you, you know? Well, not that you would know. McKinley, right? That’s so cool! We could try to take our flights back to Ohio together!” 

“Yeah—” 

“Oh! Speaking of alone time, if you are ever going to have company, at least send me a text to warn me. The sock on the door trick never works.” He cups his hand to his face and leans towards Kurt before stage whispering - “People move the socks!” 

Kurt feels his cheeks heat up. “Um, well—”

“No lucky lady? No worries! The girls across the hall are pretty cute, unless that’s not your bag. No judgement here!” 

Kurt squints at the other boy. Does private school erase the ability to recognize social cues? 

Blaine is quiet, and blinking at him expectantly. 

Oh, so now he’s allowed to talk.

“I’m… gay, yes.” 

“Cool!” Blaine doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He’s acting much like Kurt just mentioned the state of the weather or the cafeteria selections for the day. Kurt isn’t sure if he’s ever going to get used to these sort of reactions. “So, have you put any thought into what clubs you’re joining? I know freshman year is kind of nuts, but that’s hardly an excuse not to be active in extracurriculars!” 

“I um, not really…”

“Me too, by the way,” he says, ducking his head in an seemingly uncharacteristic display of shyness.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gay, too. I was going to say something after you did, but I kind of get a little… overexcited sometimes?” 

Kurt gives him a fond smile. “You don’t say.” 

Blaine Anderson came into his life in a flurry of excitement and bow ties, and he’s almost positive that this is going to be a good thing. 

More, cries the overexcited fangirl.

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Drabble: “Eugene” - Kurt/Blaine

ohmygodstopit:

A/N: I’ve never had the urge to write daddy!klaine before, but there was just an image of Blaine that wouldn’t get out of my head…

Six is bath time.

Kurt didn’t leave work until five and knows he’s missed it. Feels like shit for missing it. Awful and absent and strained, the tether that ties the three of them twanging unpleasantly at the loss.

Gene’s only four months old and every hour of his young life that Kurt misses feels like weeks. Thicker hair, stronger hands, brighter eyes, more soulful gurgles. He and Blaine alternate part-time workdays, but on the mornings when Kurt feeds Gene on his lap then leaves reluctantly for the subway, he swears there’s infinitely more wisdom in Gene’s smooth round expressions by the time they tuck him into his cot.

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Ridiculous Rose: Creme Brulee (Baker!Kurt and Firefighter!Blaine) ›

inkystars:

Kurt honestly didn’t know how it happened. He knew the recipe for strawberry souffle inside and out—there was no reason for it to accidentally burn in the oven and cause a fire. I just didn’t make sense.

Especially since the fire had gotten so big that a firefighter had to bust…

(via riley-coyote)

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redsolokurt:

inspired by this (though it definitely veered way off the prompt)

4,000 words

NC-17

Of all the places Finn could have picked for vacation, Florida was probably at the bottom of Kurt’s own list for travel destinations. Hot, muggy, stuffy air that made him feel like he was suffocating and breaking out every passing second, constantly sweating and disgusting to the point where he would have gladly spent the entire week sitting in the air conditioned condo far away from the crowds and the blistering sand and sun of the beach.

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Bittersweet Memories, Chapter 7 ›

zavocado:

Less Blangst, and things are gonna start getting a little better now.

For a while at least.

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Remember, ideas become things.: Happy Daddy's Day - Daddy!Klaine ›

tresbellemichelle:

Blaine jolts awake when he feels a small body throw itself against his back. He groans and tries to bury his face in his pillow as Kurt chuckles quietly beside him.

“Daddy!” Daisy whines, wiggling back and forth and gripping at Blaine’s t-shirt with her tiny hands.

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