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cryscendo · 1 month
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we love them! we love them!
kurt hummel + boys boys boys by lady gaga [insp]
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klainegifs · 3 months
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@cryscendo requested: Kurt and Elliott in I Believe in a Thing Called Love
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porcelainvino · 3 months
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SAVE ME DELETED ROCKSTAR GCV SCENE
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angelhummel · 5 months
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Glee + Reductress Headlines (101/?)
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klainepolls · 2 months
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gleetournaments · 5 months
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The Ultimate Glee Ship Tournament: Round 3 Match 6
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backslashdelta · 1 year
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@gleesource get to know the members event - fave non-romantic dynamic: kelliott
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klaineccfanficlibrary · 8 months
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Fabric Softener
Author: tkffyrpntsndjckt
Rating: M
Status: Completed in December 2022
Word Count: 22,192
Summary: Elliot's new roommate is pretty much the ideal man -- He's cute, smart, funny, gay, and totally into Kurt. He's basically everything that an independent, ambitious young man in New York would need in his life. He's perfect boyfriend material.
Kurt accidentally throws a bagel at him.
Tropes/Genre: humor, alternate meeting, friends to lovers, slow build, fluff
Lynne's review: Loved this so damn much. Hilarious, fun, sweet!
Read at: AO3
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jauntilyplacedcaps · 9 months
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cryscendo · 7 months
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kurt hummel in every performance
5x09 - Frenemies
I Believe in a Thing Called Love - Kurt Hummel and Elliott “Starchild” Gilbert
“Ooh, I'm so excited that we're doing this, Elliott. And after this, I thought we could second-act Pippin.”
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spaceorphan18 · 1 year
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5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Two)
A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.
It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.
It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.
Btw - for this one, I reference one of my other fics - With Every Broken Bone. You don't need to have read it or anything - but if you're wondering where I pulled the idea that Kurt had a one-night stand, that's where.
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Conversation Two: Elliott
Kurt finishes the rest of his bagel and throws the paper wrapper into a nearby trash can.  He still has a full cup of coffee to enjoy, and even though the stand’s regular roast is a bit bland, he’ll still take all the cheap coffee he can get in a day.  
“You’re late,” Kurt says as he sips from the styrofoam cup.  It’s nearly eleven and he does have lunch plans, but he and Elliott have been taking a Saturday morning walk in Central Park for half a decade now, and Kurt isn’t one to change his routine so easily.  
“Yeah, I know, I know…” Elliott looks a little haggard.  Despite the spring sun shining around them, Elliott’s lacking his usual energetic demeanor.  “This guy I hooked up with didn’t want to leave the apartment.  He kept wanting to snuggle.” 
“Oh, the horror,” Kurt deadpans.  He motions to the stand but Elliott brushes it off, not seeming interested despite having the knowledge that this little food cart has the best cream cheese in the park.  Instead, they start down their usual path.  
“Yeah, and then he spent an hour telling me about his antique birdhouse collection,” Elliott says.  “I mean, you do you and everything, but I’ve got places to be.” 
“Why did you even pick this guy?” 
“Kurt, seriously…” Elliott stops them in their tracks a moment, and waits until an older woman walking her dog passes by.  “He had the most beautiful cock that I have ever seen.  I thought, when he sent me a pic, that he had doctored it somehow. But nope - good god, it was a work of art.  Okay, why the look?” 
“C’mon,” Kurt shrugs a little as they pick up walking again.  “Let’s not kid ourselves.  I may be fond of them, but the penis, by design, is hardly a work of art.” 
“This guy’s was.” 
“Fine, let’s say it was.  Did you really think the most artistically designed dick was really going to be attached to the world’s most perfect human specimen?” Kurt asks.  
“You know, you can judge me all you want - and, sure we only had, like, a sixty-seven percent match on the app,” Elliott continues.  “But I got to play with the most beautiful cock, possibly, in North America.” 
Kurt rolls his eyes a little, as he shakes his head.  All these stories seem to run the same after awhile, and it’s times like these, he’s glad he’s married and settled.  “Well, maybe next time you should downgrade a little and try a dick attached to a personality that better suits you.” 
Elliott eyes him sharply.  “It’s not like I’m expecting you to understand.” 
“Understand what?” 
Elliott plays it coy a little, which is unlike him.  “The allure of just wanting to enjoy a beautiful cock for what it is.” 
Kurt snaps his head abruptly. “I’ll have you know that Blaine has a--” 
Elliott holds up his hand to stop him.  “I have no doubt that whatever Blaine has is lovely.  But Kurt, how many actual pensises have you seen in real life?” 
Kurt scrunches his nose.  “More than I’ve ever asked for.  I’ve seen yours.” 
Elliott grumbles.  “Yeah, cause you don’t know how to knock before entering a room.  No, I mean, how many have you seen actually up close? Two?” 
“It’s been more than two,” Kurt says defensively. 
“Has it?” 
Kurt grumbles into his coffee, wondering why numbers are even important.  “Fine, if we’re really going to go there… I mean, Blaine, obviously.  Myself.”
“You can’t count yourself.” 
“Ug, alright, well when Blaine and I broke up the first time I dated this British guy named Adam.”
“Oh god, you would date a British guy,” Elliott chuckled.  “Did he also have a tattoo of the queen on his thing?” 
“No,” Kurt shot back.  “He was really pale though.” He slowed his walk to think about it further.  “There was that one-night stand I had the summer after I called off the engagement.  But, you know, I can’t even remember it all that well.” 
“What about that dude who was older than your dad?” Elliott asks, wiggling his eyebrows as if it was a scandalous secret Kurt had kept all these years.
“Oh my god - I had forgotten about Walter…” Kurt replies.  That had barely been a thing. “Yeah, we may have messed around a little.  You know, his dick was much nicer than you’d expect.  But my god, he did not know what to do with it.  I honestly felt really bad for his ex-wife.”
“And…if my calculations are right, that’d bring us back to Blaine, so unless there’s a threesome in there that I don’t know about that brings your total to five.” 
Kurt continues to sip his coffee, still mulling it over.  “I mean…there was the one time I had to do a sex scene in a play, and I caught more than my fair share of my scene partner’s junk.  But he had some weird stuff going on under the hood, so probably not even worth mentioning.  I mean, like, weird piercings weird.” 
“Ew.” 
“I know.” 
“So, there we have it,” Elliott says. He holds his hands out wide, as if some great conclusion had been stumbled upon.  “My point stands.” 
“There was a point to this?”
“What I’m saying is this,” Elliot says.  “You’ve tried, like, five flavors of ice cream and decided you were done when there’s a vast array of ice cream flavors just waiting to be tasted.  And, sure, some may leave you bloated and gross and won’t shut up about endangered birds of North America but my god it was worth it while you were eating it.” 
“Why do people always use ice cream when making their sex metaphors?” 
“Who doesn’t love ice cream?” 
“Lesbians, probably.”
“It’s a multipurpose metaphor, Kurt, and you’re intentionally getting off topic.” 
“I just think it’s a ridiculous point,” Kurt says, a layer of irritation in his voice.  How is this a conversation they even ended up having?  “Have you ever stopped to think about quality over quantity? How many guys, on average, do you think you pick up a week?” 
Elliott thinks it over.  “I don’t know, maybe one or two on a good week.”  
“Wow - I didn’t realize it was that many.” 
“You’re being judgy again, Kurt…”
“Anyway…” Kurt says, with a long gulp of his coffee - lamenting that he’s almost done with the cup. “On average, I’d say Blaine and I mess around three or four times a week.  So, comparatively, I’m having my expensive, always satisfying sweet treat twice as often and always at my disposal while you scrounge around trying to engorge yourself on any freezer burned dessert in a decently wrapped package, trying to trick yourself into thinking that the ice cream sandwich stuck at the bottom is marginally better because it has that chocolate cookie included, but once you try it, it’s not nearly as edible as it initially looked. Well, you can keep your most likely chemically encrusted, cheap ice cream.  I want my gourmet vanilla with caramel sauce every time. ” 
Elliott remains quiet for a long beat.  “I think you killed the metaphor.” 
“Well, it was your metaphor,” Kurt shoots back.  “Besides, would you have preferred me to say that my husband might not be breaking the art world with his cock but his is the most beautiful to me and I would rather be fucked by that than by anything else?” 
Elliott lets out a hearty laugh. “Kurt, I love it when you're poetically crude."
Kurt grumbles again as he tosses the empty coffee cup into a trash can on the side of the path.  “And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with liking birds.” 
“What does that have to do with anything?” 
“Nothing - Don’t worry about it.”
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american-tabloid · 2 months
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Vice Trap, Elliott Gilbert, 1958
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angelhummel · 1 month
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Noah "Puck" Puckerman and Elliott "Starchild" Gilbert are best friends who share clothes and cigarettes and guitar picks and sometimes kiss backstage before and also after their gigs
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gleesongtournament · 9 months
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gleetournaments · 5 months
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The Ultimate Glee Ship Tournament: Round 4 Match 3
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starpawedart · 2 years
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Gonna bite ya! ✨🎸🧛🏻‍♂️
You'd think with my namesake I'd draw Elliott more, LOL
Commission for @gleefulpoppet!
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