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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 day

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Is there any multi chapterd fics w blaine as a superhero? I always find one shots but never long one's , thanks!

Yep! Here ya go. ~Lynne

All The Other Ghosts by rainjoy

It’s a big city for one more lost soul in a mask. Superhero AU.

Note: Read and download the pdf HERE or EPUB or read on LJ

Sequel: Grey on LJ or download the PDF or EPUB

Third in the verse: Gloves and Masks (PDF)

4th in the verse: The Other Ghost - available on LJ

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Fire and Ice Verse by @sunshineoptimismandangels

Blaine has a lot on his shoulders when he transfers to McKinley High, trying to get by as the new kid, hoping to join the Glee Club and of course hiding the secret that forced him to leave his last school. Blaine knows that the rest of the school year is going to be awful - until he meets the New Directions and a beautiful boy named Kurt.

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A Hero’s Hero by ItsNotEasyBeingQueen

Nightbird (aka Blaine Anderson), hero of the city, is in trouble. Fortunately, Kurt Hummel comes to his aid. A/U first meeting fic.

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No Cape? No Tights? No Problem! by agent.girlsname

Kurt is almost mugged as he is walking home late one night when he is saved by a dapper young man called Blaine. It’s love at first sight and the pair start dating. What Kurt doesn’t know is that he’s dating New York’s most charming superhero and neither of them are prepared for what’s ahead…

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I haven't read this one, but looks cute!

The Better Part of Me by nerdgirlproblems [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt Hummel is the top investigative reporter at The Daily Planet, Blaine Anderson is his new mild-mannered partner, but a new red-and-blue clad superhero on the scene has just turned his world upside down. A classic love story with a Glee twist (Literally Klaine as Lois and Clark).

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #superhero!Klaine

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[Preview - New fic]: Undiscovered.

Happy Klaine day everybody!

Of course I had to do something special today, for our boys, so here’s the preview of my upcoming fic Undiscovered, which will begin on Wednesday, April 3rd. This fic will only be available on AO3, so if you read my fics on FF.net, keep in mind that I won’t be updating there anymore.

Undiscovered is both a guilty pleasure and a self-indulgence. It was born out of an idea that @blog-carmex gave me what feels like a million years ago, and it kind of exploded from there. For a while it was nothing but PWP in my head, until the perfect plot came along. So, needless to say, this might be my spiciest fic to date.

It wouldn’t exist at all, though, without @blog-carmex, who planted the seed in my head; or without @nerdishedits, who not only made the beautiful teaser cover (and is working on the actual cover) but watered that damn seed until it grew into a monstrous plant that took over half my life; or without the always amazing @christinejaneanderson, who trims the leaves and tends to its wellbeing until it looks like the perfect little plant we all knew it could be. So thanks to you, ladies, for everything.

Without further ado, here’s the preview of the first chapter, and I hope I’ll see you all for a new adventure on April 3rd!

The only sound echoing in the dining room was the cutlery gently hitting the porcelain plates. The attempts to play music in the background had been rejected, like Christmas music might ruin… what? The holiday spirit? The meal? The absolute discomfort they were now forced to sit in?

Blaine Anderson loved Christmas – he just didn’t particularly enjoy spending the holidays with his parents.

He glanced up – hazel eyes quickly roaming around the table, as if trying to find an opening, something to fill this unbearable silence. He found his brother staring back at him, eyebrows a little raised, mouth tilted in one of the corners in what could only be a sarcastic little grin. Cooper didn’t seem as uncomfortable as he was, but then again, Cooper was great at pretending nothing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as Blaine thought it was. He was just a little less used to being home (was it even home, still? It hadn’t felt like home when he lived here, most times) since he had gone away to college. New York had embraced him like he had always belonged there, like his heart had been made to absorb the sounds of the city and turn them into heartbeats.

Blaine had never quite fit in anywhere like he belonged in New York. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t sit for dinner with his parents without feeling like he was slightly suffocating.

Cooper, completely unconcerned, pushed his plate away and sat back more comfortably. “Delicious, mom. Loved the duck. It wasn’t dry at all.”

Pam Anderson glanced up at him and smiled gently. “Thanks, dear. Glad you enjoyed it. There’s more if you want…”

“Oh, no, no, I’m stuffed,” Cooper said, patting his belly. “I got to watch my weight or they’re going to hate me at work.”

“Oh yes,” Pam said. “How’s the play going? I’m so sorry we haven’t had a chance to go see it yet. Life can be so busy, you know…”

Blaine noticed that the smile on Cooper’s face got a little more forced than usual. There was always an excuse with their parents. They were always busy. There was always something that was slightly more important than being there for their children.

They weren’t children anymore, though. They had both accepted things as they were: Pam and John Anderson would never be picture-perfect parents, not only because that was impossible, but also because they weren’t interested in it. They had scraped by doing the bare minimum to be considered good parents and called it a job well done.

Cooper had always been a bit better at accepting that, Blaine guessed. He wasn’t sure if it was because Cooper had gotten to experience them when they were younger, more open, more patient, or if he just didn’t care anymore.

Blaine would always wonder and never dare to actually ask if they had gotten bored of trying when he was born. He was a lot younger than Cooper. Maybe he had been an accident. Maybe they hadn’t exactly been planning to have another kid…

Cooper was twelve years older than Blaine. For a very, very long time, they hadn’t exactly understood each other. But at some point it was like it finally clicked for them that, if they wanted to have a family, they had to be there for each other, because their parents weren’t going to change, weren’t going to become warmer, wouldn’t be what they had always expected parents to be…

When Blaine moved to New York after high school, Cooper had surprised him by following him there. He used the excuse that he wanted to try his luck at auditioning for plays instead of staying in Los Angeles and focusing only on films and TV shows, but Blaine had seen right through his lie: he wanted to be closer to his little brother. Still, he appreciated it. They had learned to be in each other’s corners, and Blaine was grateful that Cooper had been there as he started to navigate the new city and the new stage of his life.

“The play’s wonderful,” Cooper said. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go soon. It’ll be running for a while, I think.” He looked at Blaine, and Blaine dreaded whatever was about to come out of his brother’s mouth next. He had the habit of getting him into trouble and was absolutely no help getting him out of it afterwards. “Blaine’s been to see it a couple of times, despite how busy he’s been with his classes and everything…”

Blaine widened his eyes slightly, a silent warning that his brother completely ignored.

“Ah, yes,” their father said, finally putting down his fork, like they were finally talking about something that interested him. “Your classes, Blaine. How are they going? I expect you’ve passed every single one of them?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Blaine muttered awkwardly. He glared at Cooper once more, as his brother did encouraging gestures that were not subtle at all. He sighed. “Well, actually… I’ve made a decision regarding my major, so…”

John sat back, eyebrow arched – those thick, dark eyebrows that looked so much like Blaine’s – and fixed Blaine with a serious look. “What do you mean you’ve made a decision regarding your major? I though we’ve settled on medicine…”

We’ve settled on medicine. Like Blaine had been given a choice at all. Like it hadn’t been entirely up to John to decide what Blaine was going to do with his life.

“I’ve decided to change my major to music,” Blaine blurted out, before he could lose his nerve. “Medicine is definitely a great career, but I don’t want to be a doctor…”

“Music?” John repeated, like he didn’t understand the meaning of that word. “So another one of my children has decided to be a starving artist?”

“Hey! I’m not starving,” Cooper protested, but no one was paying attention to him for once.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing with a music education, huh?” John asked, blue eyes so much like Cooper’s fixed on Blaine like he was the only person still sitting at the table. “Play guitar in a subway station for spare change? Wait tables during the day and play at some second rate bar at night?”

Blaine moved uncomfortably on his seat. “There’s nothing wrong with any of those things, but… I actually want to compose music. Maybe for musicals, maybe for movies, maybe just… play music.”

“Just play music,” John said and scoffed. “A very solid plan, son.”

“I just don’t want to live a life I’m not satisfied with,” Blaine said a little desperately. “And I know you guys really wanted me to be some sort of successful professional, but I have to do what’s best for me, right? I have to be happy with myself when I get out of bed in the morning…”

Pam seemed to notice the tension was growing, because she tried to smooth things over: “Of course, Blaine. We understand. Your father is just concerned that…”

But John shook his head, stopping her. “That is an incredibly childish outlook on life, Blaine. Happiness is ephemeral. You need a steady income and a respectable career…”

“Who says I can’t get that?” Blaine asked him. Part of him was starting to get angry, but the rest of him, the larger part that was usually too careful, too prone to put his head down whenever his father barked an order at him wouldn’t let the anger truly rise. “Why can’t you just… believe in me?”

John groaned, like he didn’t have the time for his children’s dreamy dispositions. “I don’t know where we went wrong with you two. I thought we raised you to have a good head on your shoulders.”

Blaine glanced at Cooper, who looked like he had just been slapped. He felt a bit like that, too. He had expected some resistance to his new career path, but their father was being overly harsh. He didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me,” he said quietly. “But it’s my life. I want to do what I think is right.”

Slowly, John nodded, like he was considering Blaine’s words. Then he stood up, leaving the napkin carefully on the table. “Very well. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be paying for it.”

“John…” Pam started. “Let’s not be hasty…”

“I’m not going to put him through college just so he can throw his life away, Pam!” John exclaimed.

“We can talk about this some other day,” Pam insisted. “It’s Christmas, John.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” John replied. “He’s free to do whatever he wants, of course. He can spend the rest of his days scraping by and counting dimes so he can make rent. I’m not going to help him in any way. Pay your way through college, Blaine. And if you ever come to your senses and realize you’ve made a mistake, I’ll be more than happy to help you get a real degree.”

He walked out of the dining room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.

Cooper cleared his throat. “Well,” he muttered after a couple of minutes. “What’s for desert, then?”

Blaine pushed his plate away. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

#Fic: Undiscovered #Klaine #Klaine fic #Klaine fanfic

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rockitmans · 6 months

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Running Interference

Summary: Kurt and Blaine don't want to get set up on blind dates. But when their friends get involved, what they want doesn't really matter.

Rated: T

Words: 3.8k

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“You should let me set you up with someone,” Rachel says apropos of nothing. Kurt blinks tiredly at her. It’s a Thursday morning. He hasn’t even had coffee yet. He feels ambushed.

“No.”

“Kurt. When you came to New York, you wanted to experience everything this city has to offer. What exactly are you experiencing, watching Real Housewives in your pyjamas every night?”

“I go out. I do things. I came to Callbacks with you just last week,” Kurt mutters defensively.

“With me and Jesse. And Santana and Dani. You see the problem here?”

“Yes. You’re awful.”

Rachel glares. “My friend Sam knows a guy that would be perfect for you.”

“You mean you don’t even know the actual guy you're trying to set me up with? Hard pass.”

“He’s cute. And he sings,” Rachel wheedles. “And I’m pretty sure he’s gay. If Sam can ever truly be trusted with these assessments.”

“Very encouraging. And my answer remains no.”

“Just think about it.”

Kurt sighs.

Continue on AO3

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #glee #my fic #tell me what you think of the continuation here if you like #i would appreciate input!

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gleefulpoppet · 2 months

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NEW STORY! Amid a period of healing solitude, Blaine crosses paths with Kurt, an inquisitive journalist. What begins as a casual conversation over an annotated book in a café becomes a blazing fire between their hearts. As the layers of their connection deepen, they learn to navigate the complexities of love, loss, and identity, unraveling a poignant tale that transcends the unexpected boundaries of their pasts. For the @klaineccfanficlibrary 2024 Valentine's Day Challenge Annotations of The Heart Chapter 1/14: I'll Be in Your Head [2787 Words]

You can read it on AO3 [here].

#gleefulpoppet writes #KlaineValentines2024 #day 1 #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #glee #klaine #I started this artwork two weeks ago #there are at least 100 photoshop layers in it LOL #story: atoh

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little-escapist · 4 months

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My Secret Santa fic for @fallevs is here!

Love in the Baking

Summary: When Mercedes brings in Kurt's new co-worker, Kurt knows right away that he's screwed.

Some UST, some fluff, some Christmas wishes come true. I hope you like it!

#klaine secret santa 2023 #klainesecretsanta2023 #klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #my fic #my writing

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esilher · 4 months

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Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

Early Birds by @mynonah

I married this man.

The one who is balancing on the edge of a fountain, looking for the best possible angle to take a picture of a pigeon.

I repeat, balancing on a fountain. For a bird. In the middle of Central Park, at early dawn on a Sunday, because what else would you be doing on a Sunday? Nothing, right? I mean, that's what you want to do, exactly nothing. It's so early that we beat even the most vicious dog owners to it because we needed silence.

You know where else there was silence? At home.

"Hurry up, Honey! It's fucking freezing."

"Language, Kurt! I'm almost done."

"I swear, if you fall into the water again..."

"Shh!"

Oh God… Where was I? Oh right. I married this man.

I'm supposed to get coffee when we're done here. If we ever... And cheesecake, then more coffee. And hopefully lots of mind-blowing sex at home. I deserve it.

He's been standing there for at least 20 minutes, and before that we spent 30 minutes at that really old tree he loves so much. I mean, I was at the tree and he was on it... It's ridiculous.

But come on, look at him! Isn't he adorable?!

Okay, I just have to...

"Kurt!!! What the... How many times have I told you not to take pictures of birds with flash? You scare them away!"

"But I wasn't taking a picture of the bird, Sweetheart. I was taking a picture of you."

"That's... "

"Because you're really cute."

"...very kind of you, Kurt but..."

"Anytime."

"...now I have to start again."

"Excuse me?? You've got to be kidding me!"

Yep. I married this man. ❤️

#december klaine challenge 2023 #flash #klaine #pigeons #klaine fanart #klaine fanfic #esilher’s drawings #myno's stuff

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fallevs · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day (almost) to everyone. This is my stupid, silly participation in @klaineccfanficlibrary event ❤️

I hope you appreciate, although it's nothing important.

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time to jot down a real story or create anything meaningful, so let's cut to the chase, I present Kurt's bullet journal with the poems that, over the course of his relationship with Blaine, he wrote.

Have you ever read about how much Blaine loves Kurt, but not how much Kurt loves Blaine? I have. And I think it's simply because Kurt is not someone of grand gestures or romantic talk. Kurt loves in a different, more elegant, quieter way. He speaks in music and in poems and with his eyes. Kurt loves Blaine so much that every important moment or simply a moment spent together, it's pure magic for him.

The first poem is Shivers and Butterflies, set just before Kurt's first Christmas at Dalton, when he falls in love with Blaine but the latter doesn't know it yet. Or does he?

I think of you all the time

you're on my

mind

I wish you were with me.

You leave in the air

the nostalgia of your perfume

like a gardenia

is eternal

you are eternal

for me.

You are in my head

all weekend

shivers and butterflies.

I get the shivers

when I look into your

eyes.

#klainevalentines2024 #kurt hummel's bullet journal #padam padam #shivers and butterflies #bullet journal #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine fanfic #klaine fanart

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wowbright · 4 months

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Fic: Wedding Gifts

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Words: ~2,400 words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Blaine has some unconventional wedding ideas.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the possibilities for their future. The stuff Kurt gets scandalized about is related to LDS wedding/temple ceremonies, which members are not supposed to replicate outside the temple.

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“Oh my gosh, Blaine. We are not doing a presentation at the veil at our public, outdoor wedding.” Kurt spoke firmly, but how was he going to possibly win this argument? Of course Blaine would bring it up when they were naked in bed, Blaine’s legs sprawled over Kurt's thighs, his head on Kurt's chest, and Kurt an absolute pool of jelly, his brain and body spent from the things Blaine had done to him.

Let's try a new position, Blaine had said. But it hadn't just been a position. It had been a revelation: Blaine hovering over him, praising his cock and demanding things of it that Kurt wasn't sure it could deliver, not letting him come and not letting him come when Blaine was riding him past all sanity, their hands clasped together at the side of Kurt’ head and Blaine using them for leverage, pushing against them as he lifted himself up and then plunged himself back down onto Kurt's erection, over and over again, and stammering and moaning and bossy in a way that he never was outside of bed and that he had only recently begun to let himself be in it, and Kurt really did like it when Blaine got that way, because it meant that all his reservations were gone, he was afraid of nothing, and so when Blaine told him No, not yet Kurt, you can’t come yet, I still need you inside me, I need you to fuck me so slowly, I need your cock filling me up and oh stretching me and you’re oh yes you’re so big give it to me oh yes like that Kurt yeah Kurt fuck me like that give it to me give it to me I love your cock I love you oh yes— Well. It was Kurt’s pleasure to oblige.

“It's not public,” Blaine said innocently, running his thumb back and forth over Kurt’s nipple. “We sent out invitations.”

“You know what I mean. There will be non-members there. And what about the members. Are you trying to give them heart attacks?”

Blaine propped himself up on one elbow and looked down on Kurt with a seductive smile. “You mean, like I gave your member a heart attack?”

“Don't you dare bring up that mind-blowing sex when we’re talking about our relatives.”

Blaine smirked. “It was pretty mind blowing, though, wasn't it? Kurt, the things you do with your—"

“Ahem.” Kurt cleared his throat. How was he getting hard again already? When he'd orgasmed, it had felt like Blaine was pulling every last ounce of delight from the center of his body and out onto the surface, out into Blaine. But apparently his body had some secret stores Kurt didn’t know about—or, more likely, Blaine had spilled his own pleasure back into Kurt, and was doing so again now, recharging him body and soul. “You will not use orgasms as a bargaining chip in our wedding planning.”

“It wasn't just the orgasms that made it mind-blowing, though, was it?” Blaine said, and Kurt almost answered but then decided not to, because he refused to let Blaine distract him into agreeing with his cockamamie wedding ideas. He made a face at Blaine that he hoped approximated a glare.

“Oh, fine. Be that way,” Blaine said, flopping onto his back. “But who cares what they think? This wedding is for us, not them.”

“Um, technically it is for them, Blaine. Given that we're already legally married.”

“Yeah, but that was in a courthouse in front of two people we didn't even know, and this is our public declaration of love. And I want us to declare it in our own way. We said this wedding was about celebrating the roles our guests have played in our lives and inviting them to celebrate our relationship. And if people show up and they can't handle how we choose to express our love, they shouldn't come to our wedding.”

“Ah. So it's a big fuck you to your family, huh?”

“No!” Blaine pouted. “My mom would love it. She figures we're going to the celestial kingdom already. She's so bummed we can’t get sealed in the temple. But if we had a veil … and it wouldn't be the whole presentation at the veil, anyway. Just some white curtains. Lots of people have white curtains at their wedding. You have to have a canopy in case it rains, and if you have a canopy, you need to have something on the edges to keep the rain out. I'm just saying we could step through them at the start of the ceremony, instead of going down the aisle.”

In spite of himself, Kurt was becoming intrigued. He rolled on his side toward Blaine. “Together?”

“Well—” Blaine mirrored Kurt’s action. They were almost nose-to-nose. “I was thinking maybe you first, and then you could pull me through?”

Kurt almost burst out with That is not just stepping through curtains, Blaine! That's what grooms do with their brides at the veil! But Blaine looked so hopeful, and his eyes were so wide and eyelashes so long that speaking crossly would be like shooting Bambi. Kurt reached for Blaine's hand. “Are you the bride in this scenario?”

“Sort of?” Blaine said. “I don't know. It's just always the way I pictured it.”

“Always?”

“Well, since I first dreamt about it. In Germany. When I was starting to realize I was in love with you. I had a dream about you pulling me through the veil. And I couldn't explain it, but it felt so right. I guess that dream has never left me.”

“You never told me about that.”

Blaine shrugged. “It never came up. But now we have a wedding where we can do everything the way we want, the way that speaks to us? This speaks to me, Kurt.”

With the way Blaine was looking at him, that tender look that always made Kurt feel like he’d been blessed more than any other human being in the history of human beings, Kurt wanted to say yes. But if he did that, he would be ignoring his own gut. And if Blaine had taught him anything, it was that they didn't have to do that with each other. “I don't know, Blaine. I'll have to think about it. I know my relationship with the temple has changed, but it still feels … I don't know, maybe too bold? Besides, one of us pulling the other through—isn't that a little heteronormative? Just because you like to bottom doesn't make you a bride.”

“Oh, but you see, it's the opposite of heteronormative! It's reclamation. It's a challenge to narrow gender roles and the church’s myopic vision of family.” Blaine’s joyous smile turned sly. “Besides, can you really call what I just did with you bottoming?”

Kurt snickered. “You mean, because you were on top in more ways than one?

Blaine crawled over Kurt. They slotted their hands together on either side of Kurt's head. “I can take charge again for you, if you want. I know how tired you get, how you sometimes need a break from holding the reins.”

“Are you talking about sex or about wedding planning?”

Blaine smirked. “Maybe both.”

“Because next thing you're going to tell me is that you want mirrors at the wedding.”

“Well—”

“No!” Kurt protested, but it came out with a peal of giggles. “We are not doing mirrors. If you need us to stand between two mirrors so that we can see our coupledom infinitely reflected back to us, we can order that for the honeymoon suite.”

“Hmmm.” Blaine lowered himself onto Kurt, pressing the beginnings of his renewed erection onto Kurt’s belly. “That's not a bad idea.”

“You like that?” Kurt said, returning the gift by pressing his own reburgeoning arousal into Blaine’s flesh. “Besides, wouldn’t that be better? To see us naked together, joined in the flesh for eternity, me inside you and, if you want …” In spite of himself and the fact that they were already baring themselves to each other, Kurt felt himself blush. “… you inside me?”

Blaine's eyes went wide, whether from surprise or arousal, Kurt wasn't sure. “You'd want that?”

Kurt shrugged. He could be coy, too. “Only one way to find out.”

“Have you tried …?” Blaine wiggled his fingers against Kurt’s meaningfully.

Kurt wasn't sure whether to nod or shake his head. “Sort of? I mean, I did it in high school a couple times but I would get self-conscious and stop. And I’ve tried it a little when we've been apart, but I've never come from it—not because I don't think I could, but because…” Kurt felt himself flush all the way up to his hairline. “I wanted to save that for you? Which, talking about heteronormative—”

“You want me to do that, now?” Blaine said quietly, with the calm sincerity of reading a scripture verse. “You want me to finger you?”

Kurt nodded.

The initial stretch wasn't as intense as Kurt expected. Maybe that was because of the orgasm he'd had less than an hour ago, or maybe it was thanks to his occasional practice. Still, he let out a guttural moan that would have embarrassed him if it wasn't this and it wasn't with Blaine.

“You okay?” whispered Blaine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kurt panted. “Keep—” A spark ignited deep in Kurt’s groin. “Oh!” He had liked this in high school. He’d enjoyed it in each of his practice sessions. But here, with Blaine on top of him, kissing him and moving his finger carefully inside him, it was beyond enjoyment. Because it was them—their bodies moving together, serving each other. Because with Blaine, Kurt could be himself, free and unashamed.

Blaine slid his finger in and out, whispering to him softly, asking him what he liked and what he wanted and what felt good, “because I want you to feel good, Kurt, I want you to feel so good.”

And Kurt tried to be snarky, but it came out as, “Not so—oh—not so—yes. Blaine.—not so bossy—oh God oh God oh God—not so bo—ahhhh—ssy now, a-are you?”

“You want more of that?” Blaine asked tenderly. “Another finger?”

And Kurt didn't even have to think about it, the words just came out of his mouth, pleading, “Yes. Oh, yes.”

Now Kurt was starting to feel the stretch, and he liked this, too, liked the way his body could open for and accommodate Blaine, liked that he'd been designed to experience pleasure in multiple ways, and now was not the time to analyze if he liked this better or the same or less or if it was just different, a different way to love Blaine and draw closer to him, a different way to experience his body and the goodness of his physicality and his desire.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Blaine asked like he was whispering a special request to Kurt at sacrament meeting.

Kurt shook his head. “Kiss me.”

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed—the way they used to on their little loveseat in Germany, back when they had rules about shirts on and buttoned and no making out in the bedroom and every touch was a sacred shock to the system, and they would kiss each other into fervors of passion that only more kissing could quench—only now Kurt was splayed on the bed, Blaine inside him and their dicks twitching against each other’s flesh, and it felt good, truly good, in Kurt's body and in his soul, and Blaine experimented with different ways of stroking and different speeds and “would you like another finger, Kurt? Do you think you can take three?” and everything went blurry but also exquisitely in focus: the thrum of Blaine’s body in time with his; the need inside Kurt, growing like life itself; the soft grunts and groans they each made, so that Kurt sometimes didn't know if he was moaning his own pleasure or in response to Blaine’s—not that it mattered, it all felt the same—and Kurt found himself thrusting back on Blaine's fingers as much as Blaine was thrusting into him, found himself delirious with the pleasure of it, found himself calling out yes yes yes yes yes yes oh Blaine yes and when Blaine asked, “Do you want to come?” Kurt couldn’t answer because he wanted to but also he didn’t want this feeling to stop and so he spread his thighs out as far as he could and took Blaine’s fingers just a fraction deeper and that—oh, that, oh, Blaine, you’re inside me Blaine, fuck me, Blaine, you’re—

“Oh, Kurt, you’re so hot, you’re so beautiful, I want you so much Kurt, oh Kurt, oh Kurt, I can’t help it, I think I’m gonna come—"

And Kurt held Blaine’s face as he came, watched his mouth drop open and his eyes go wide but never losing their focus on Kurt, making Kurt feel like he was some sort of miracle, and maybe he was, because they were, they were a miracle when they moved together like this and when they loved each other, and Blaine’s semen fell warm upon Kurt’s belly and yes, yes Blaine, I want to come, I want to come for you.

It was like an earthquake and a blessing and a thousand metaphors that Kurt would never have the language for, because Kurt never had the language to describe the level of ecstasy that Blaine kept bringing him to, for the depth of love that existed between them.

“That was okay?” Blaine said a few minutes later, when they’d caught their breath and the faculty for forming complete sentences had returned to them.

Kurt burst into laughter. “Yeah, Blaine, it was okay.”

“You want to try it again sometime?”

“If you're amenable.”

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's cheek. “You want me to deflower you?”

“You mean, more than you already have?”

Blaine nodded knowingly.

“I was thinking …” Again, Kurt felt the familiar heat return to his face. “Maybe on our wedding night? Or on our honeymoon?”

“Hmmmm,” Blaine said with a teasing look. “That's not too heteronormative?”

Kurt bit his lower lip as he shook his head. “Nope. It’s a wedding gift.”

“For you or me?”

Kurt rolled onto Blaine and kissed his chin, his cheek, his forehead. “That’s the beauty of it. We’ll find out together.”

#december klaine challenge 2023 #day 4: presentation #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #also the characters in here argue about whether things are heteronormative or not #you may not agree with their judgments but hey that's cool #but whether they are heteronormative or not their views are their own and have grown from their particular mix of baggage and liberation #so if you don't like it sorry I didn't know how else to write the characters #and stay true to them #at least they are dialoguing about it #which makes it sound like this story might be emotionally intense #when actually it is just them having fun arguing over wedding plans and getting sexy

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perryavenue · 6 months

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rainjoy Has A New Post. It's Personal

rainjoy is one of my favorite Klaine fanfic authors. Their first Klaine fanfic was published on LiveJournal in 2011, their last in 2021. Health issues have become more intense over time. Their most famous works, All The Other Ghosts and Grey, were published in 2012 and 2013. So those who've joined the fandom fairly recently may not even know about their other fics, the most recent one being from 2021. rainjoy has written Klaine in every genre: high school!Klaine, college!Klaine, married!Klaine, supernatural!Klaine, fantasy!Klaine, and even superhero!Klaine.

Here is a link to rainjoy's works on Live Journal

Here's a link for Dreamwidth

I hope that you'll help boost it by re-blogging. Thanks in advance, @klaineccfanficlibrary and @todaydreambelieversfic

This is rainjoy's post from today (October 27, 2023).

"Hello, I’m still alive.

Hello, I do mean it, hello anybody around to see this, I really hope you’ve been well, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I *haven’t* been well. But I have, over a course of fucking months, actually written something, so I’m writing *this* here so I don’t need to leave a novel-length author’s note on it, as some kind of explanation of where I’ve been.

Largely, I’ve been in bed, I’m likely going there again after posting this, they need to invent new words for how tired I am so much of the time, my upgraded wheelchair is worth about as much as my *laptop*, my life revolves around Can I? Probably not. and lots and lots and lots of ‘resting’. I’ve not been well, but please don’t worry, I’ve not been unhappy. This is the golden age of being ill, the sheer quantity of stuff out there to amuse the bedbound – I have books and podcasts, all of Netflix, I practically live on Sky: Children of the Light, when I’m too dopey even for that I have Animal Crossing, when I am genuinely such a puddle of not-human lethargy that all I need is for time to pass until I feel just slightly better again I have videos of other people playing video games on YouTube and I’m sorry my darling baby moths I will pick you up and help you every single time but it will never not be funny watching someone go through Eden for the first time on YouTube, it just never will not make me laugh, oh my gods I’m so *sorry* my loves <3

So anyway, there’s all that, that’s where I’ve been, life really does not work out the way you planned it to, huh? Because outside of my bed, I know I have messages and emails and someone got a tattoo?? You got a tattoo and I’m just really sorry I haven’t been in touch, my energy has to be paid out like a miser, if I want to wash my hair then wow the world is really not getting anything else out of me, you know? But I am still here, and I do still love the things I love. I still think all of it is worth it. I think the world is a *lot* of fun, though I bear in mind that still, and always, we live through very frightening and distressing times. Which actually makes me think we need to cling to the things we love *more*, not less, love makes better people of us, when we let it.

So I did watch the new season of Good Omens when it came out, and safe to say I was not impressed, but it did jog in me the memory that didn’t I write a sequel to it? Yes I did, and it involved *all* that blood. But I reread it – it’s like reading a stranger’s writing after so long – and that jogged the memory: Didn’t you start a sequel to *this*?

Yes I did! Two thirds written, actually, hurrah for my past self. The last third took, I don’t know, when did the new season come out, it took that long. I used to sneeze out this sort of thing. This, now, is getting at my arms, it’ll be another lie down soon. But anyway, the point of all this: I live yet. In the next few days I *hope* I will be formatting and posting a sequel to But Thou Readst Black because of course everyone wants *that* back in their heads again, my gods. And I hope hope hope you’ve been well, I do think of people while I’m stuck doing nothing but pooling my brain out of my ears on YouTube. Look after yourselves, take care of each other, my gods you tattooed yourself I mean more power to you but it alarms me when things I make turn out to be *permanent*, you know? It feels like I barely touch the world anymore, my circumference has become so small, but it makes the world seem only more precious. Take good care of it, and of yourself as part of it. And very, very much love, to anyone remaining to see this, much love <3"

#rainjoy #klaine fanfic #rainjoys writing

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special-bc-ur-part-of-it · 4 months

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Change of Heart

@grlnxtdr30 your @klainesecretsanta2023 is finally here!! so sorry it took me so long :( i hope you enjoy it though!

Summary: It is not the most wonderful time of the year when you're tasked with planning the office holiday party alongside a coworker you can't stand. But what if you actually don't hate them after all...

Blaine Anderson has him pressed against a wall at the office holiday party, kissing him like he needs to physically get under his skin. He shouldn’t like this as much as he does. He shouldn’t like Blaine this way.

keep reading on ao3

#klainesecretsanta2023 #iz's writing #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #glee fanfiction

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bitbybitwrites · 3 months

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Falling For You - (Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Fic) - Chp 1

I had signed up for the Klaine Secret Santa and was paired up to write something for the lovely and talented @mynonah.

Thank you for all of your beautiful artwork and everything you do for the fandom. Thank you for your patience - and I hope you like the fic. You gave me a fantastic assortment of things to choose for prompts . It was challenging at first to decide which combination of them for your story!

Many thanks to my betas and my friend, @iris7124 for her artwork for this fic.

Well . . I'm still writing - this should be no surprise to people who know me 😉 - so I'll be posting the chapters as soon as I get them edited. Not sure if the rating may change as I write, if it does, I'll make sure to mention it in the notes.

Link for the story under the cover art.

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine fanart #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klainesecretsanta2023 #bitbybitwrites #fic: falling for you

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 24 days

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heartsmadeofbooks · 13 days

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Undiscovered [1/?]

Summary: All Blaine Anderson needs is a little help to put himself through school. That’s all. But he’s going to get so much more than he hoped for when he meets Kurt Hummel, the successful, sexy workaholic who in turn needs someone to make the loneliness disappear.

Wordcount: 4482.

Read it on AO3.

There was nothing but darkness filling the apartment when he walked past the front door, interrupted only by the lights of New York City that came through the impressive floor-to-ceiling window. Dropping the keys on the side table by the door, Kurt Hummel went towards the window as he loosened his tie. He was tired.

It had been a long day, but then again, it was always a long day.

If there was one thing Kurt didn’t like, it was sounding like he was complaining, because he definitely wasn’t. He loved his job, felt such huge satisfaction from everything he got to do day after day, knew he was helping people, and that was absolutely priceless. But every day he left the office later and later, and the exhaustion began to pile up on his shoulders.

Still, his briefcase was filled with case files he needed to finish reviewing before he went into the office again in the morning. He had a court date coming up for his biggest case, and a bunch of meetings scheduled for the next week. His schedule was packed, and even if he was drained sometimes, so tired he felt like he could sleep for a whole year, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

If he stopped his busy schedule, if he let even a tiny little moment of emptiness in it, wouldn’t he be overwhelmed by the loneliness he still couldn’t quite learn to live with?

#Fic: Undiscovered #Klaine #Klaine fic #Klaine fanfic #Klaine fanfiction

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rockitmans · 4 months

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Sleep Tips for the Chronically Nocturnal

Summary: Kurt can't sleep and Blaine takes that as a personal challenge

Rated: E

Words: 6.3k

Notes: Written for @special-bc-ur-part-of-it for @klainesecretsanta2023. Iz thank you so much for being a beloved mutual this past year and for all your wonderful stories you have gifted us. I hope you enjoy this gift for you!

Tropes/From the Wishlist: roommates, friends to loves, hurt/comfort (light), smut, fluff, humour, pining

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“Absolutely not,” is all the warning Blaine gives before he quite literally knocks Kurt's coffee off the kitchen counter. This would be an insane act on a normal day but Kurt is tired enough that he is ready to Kill. He blinks, trying to process as he watches the brown stain inch its way across the lino. He’s not sure what just happened. All his brain can muster is a tired shrug.

He whirls to glare at his roommate instead, full of the righteous fury of a man that has been running off fumes for two days straight, to whom coffee is as essential as oxygen at this point, and is absolutely not in the headspace to simply make another. “Explain.”

Blaine winces, eyes going big and soft in a way that works on Kurt basically without fail, the cheater. “Shit. I'm so sorry. That was way more dramatic than I imagined… Actually it was exactly as dramatic as I imagined but I obviously didn't think it through all the way.”

Blaine peers at the mess. The only saving grace is that the coffee was in Kurt’s reusable Starbucks cup. Otherwise there would also be broken crockery in the name of drama. He turns his imploring gaze back to Kurt. “I’ll clean up, I promise. I was just trying to help you.”

Kurt stares at Blaine and then at the spill of coffee across the floor and then back at Blaine. “Explain better.”

Blaine shrugs. “You're not sleeping.”

Read on AO3

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gleefulpoppet · 14 days

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Boop Day [One-shot] ~1500 words.

Kurt and Blaine wake up to the Tumblr shenanigans of April Fool's Day 2024, and they just can't stop booping each other.

“What? Why?” He hasn’t opened Tumblr in weeks. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabs his phone, pulls the blankets up tight around him again, and inhales Blaine’s scent for a brief moment. He wishes they actually could stay home. They have been much too busy. “Oh god! It’s April Fool’s Day!” “Right?” “How does this even work?”

You can read it on AO3 [HERE].

#gleefulpoppet writes #booping you with a one-shot #klaine #klaine fanfic #glee #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #boop

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datshitrandom · 11 months

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