things you'll probably see here: glee (A LOT OF GLEE; mostly kurt/blaine but also blaine/everyone), fic i write (sometimes nsfw), parks and rec, sons of anarchy, game of thrones, occasional baby pictures, champagne problems, and pictures of my nails.
also, i really, really
love blaine anderson.
you have been warned.
just like the song
anonymous prompted: Blaine meets Jesse St James
Backstage, after the winner is announced, everything is chaotic. Finn and Rachel are making out as per usual, Sam is jumping up and down on a couch doing his scarily accurate Tom Cruise impression, Santana is yelling in Spanish (but at least this time it isn’t scary), and Mercedes is high as a kite off of whatever Coach Sylvester gave her before the performance. Kurt’s just run off to congratulate Unique on winning MVP, and Blaine’s about to go join him when he feels a tap on his shoulder, and he spins around.
“You’re Blaine Anderson.”
“Hi, yes,” Blaine says, offering a smile and his hand to shake. “And you’re Jesse St. James.”
“You were the lead vocalist of the Dalton Academy Warblers as a sophomore,” Jesse says, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, yes I was,” Blaine says slowly. “And you were the lead vocalist of Vocal Adrenaline, and now you’re the director.” He blinks. “Are we… just saying things we know about each other?”
“You transferred for love,” Jesse says, giving Blaine a long, considering look. He sighs. “I respect that. I can assure you that it’s a terrible idea, but I respect it.”
“Oh. Um. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome.”
“Congrats on second place,” Blaine offers. “Vocal Adrenaline was phenomenal.”
“Almost,” Jesse says, looking over Blaine’s shoulder at something behind him. His mouth twists up in a wry smile. “We almost were.”
ficlet: drink up, babydoll
wehavethemjustwheretheywantus prompted: drunken prom shenanigans
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“Pssst.”
Kurt’s breath gusts across the side of Blaine’s neck, making him jump as Kurt steps close to him from behind and wraps an arm around him, holding a cup up in front of Blaine’s mouth.
“I got you punch, like the excellent prom date I am,” Kurt whispers, pressing a tiny kiss against Blaine’s hair. “Drink up.”
Blaine grins and lets Kurt tilt the cup to his lips, blinking in surprise when the cool, fruity, unexpectedly pungent liquid fills his mouth. He swallows it down eagerly, then takes the cup out of his boyfriend’s hand, being careful not to spill any of the spiked punch. He turns to face Kurt, and Blaine hums approvingly to himself when he takes in Kurt’s flushed cheeks, red-stained lips, and his eyes, sparkling and mischievous and definitely amused.
“You were only gone for, like, three minutes,” Blaine says, slightly awed. “How much did you have?”
ficlet: love can see us through
suchalilyofthevalley prompted: sunset
“I’m freaking out a little,” Kurt says without preamble when Blaine answers his call.
“What do you need?” Blaine asks, pulling his car into the nearest parking lot so he can give Kurt his full attention. “Are you okay? Are your dad and Carole still there?”
“No, they’re driving through the night, so they just left,” Kurt says, a hint of hysteria in his tone. “Hence the freaking out. A mild, cosmopolitan, still fabulous sort of freaking out, but a freakout nonetheless.”
“Of course it’s a fabulous sort of freaking out,” Blaine says earnestly, nodding even though Kurt can’t see him. “Tell me why.”
so anon was like: I’m turning 26 tommorow: could I tinyprompt a Klaine birthday?
and then this happened.
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“…so happy birthday, my love,” Blaine says, finishing his toast and holding out his champagne flute for Kurt to clink his own against.
“Thank you,” Kurt says with a grin, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “I can’t believe I’m already in my late mid-twenties. Thank god I’ve been so dedicated to moisturizing for all these years… I’m getting old, Blaine.”
“Pssh,” Blaine says. He takes another sip of champagne, feeling ridiculously lucky to still be with the boy of his dreams, almost ten years after they’d met. “You’ll always be seventeen to me.”
“You’re sweet,” Kurt says softly, then tilts his head, considering, as one eyebrow shoots up in that way that Blaine’s always loved. “Although that sounds kind of creepy, if you think about it.”
ficlet: this is a love song in my own way
silly little 3.17 reaction ficlet. it was funnier in my head but hopefully it’s a little bit cute at least. rated r-ish but only a tiny bit.
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Monday morning
“This jacket is amazing,” Blaine says warmly, running a finger along Kurt’s lapel. “You look like a young, gay James Bond.”
“That’s exactly what I was going for,” Kurt says happily, and slides his arm around Blaine’s shoulders.
Tuesday morning
“Hi,” Blaine says with a grin, reaching up to brush his fingers through the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck. “Great hair day, I see. Very swoopy.”
“Why, thank you,” Kurt says, and lets Blaine take his hand.
I don’t really know why I ever drew Blaine as a baseball player… (Taken with instagram)
Being the second-ever openly gay player in the MLB kind of sucks sometimes, Blaine has to admit. Glenn Burke gets all the glory for being a trailblazer — which, yeah, he totally was, and in the 70’s no less — while Blaine just gets the weird looks and rude comments, minus the cachet of doing it first. Sure, most of his teammates are fine with it, and the ones who aren’t are smart enough to keep their mouths shut about it. (Of course, that’s not for Blaine’s sake, but for their own; it’s no secret that Burt Hummel’s teenage son is gay, and even the dumbest player knows better than to insult the team owner’s offspring, even indirectly.)
Still, it’s not like Blaine doesn’t hear the catcalls when he’s at bat, or notice the nervous glances he sometimes gets in the clubhouse when a new guy is traded in. It’s not like he isn’t aware of the snickers that being an openly gay catcher, of all things, can bring. He’s aware. He’s been aware, ever since he came out, back when he was still playing on his school’s JV team.
It’s something that he’s grown used to over the years, at least, so although the amount of people who are prepared to give him shit is larger these days, Blaine figures that’s just the price of his boyhood dreams of becoming a real, professional baseball player actually coming true. And on a day like today, as he looks up and catches Mr. Hummel’s son giving him a shy smile from his seat behind home plate, Blaine thinks that being the second openly-gay player in MLB kind of rocks, after all.
(via ohmygodstopit)
jenny is having a bad day so i wrote her a teeny little threesome thingie. yay!
Blaine’s mouth is magic, Kurt thinks vaguely, arching his back as Blaine licks lovingly at his ass. His swollen lips are so slick and warm, pressing wet silky kisses against Kurt’s hole before sliding down lower to slip teasingly over his balls, and Kurt moans when Blaine sucks one softly into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in a slow, luxurious circle before releasing it and giving the other one the same treatment.
fic masterlist: icedwhitemocha
i finally made a masterlist of my fic! mostly klaine, with some andercest, a handful of seblaine, some friendship fics, and a splash of glee rpf. enjoy!
ficlet: director’s cut
God, they’re hot.
“That was fabulous, Cooper,” Kurt says brightly, clasping his hands beneath his chin for emphasis. “The emotional intensity was just… magnificent. Michael Bay won’t know what hit him.”
“Oh, man, thanks, Kurt,” Cooper says. “It felt great, I was really in the moment. The terror of the Decepticons… it was so deep inside me.”
Kurt makes a strange choking sound, and Blaine smiles sweetly at him, a hint of mischief in his big, shiny eyes.
“It sure was, Coop,” he agrees, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s face. “I could feel it inside me, too. Really deep. You were so full of emotion, it was like… completely penetrating me.”
“Yes,” Cooper says, yanking Blaine into a hug and rocking back and forth enthusiastically. “That’s it, little brother, that’s the vibe!”
“I do love a good vibe,” Blaine says innocently, his voice muffled by Cooper’s chest. “Don’t you, Kurt?”
“Um,” Kurt says, and Blaine starts laughing, tilting his head up to kiss Cooper lightly on the lips and then chuckling against his mouth, and Kurt knew that they did this sometimes but wow, seeing it is something else entirely.
“Joke’s on you,” Kurt says, blushing furiously. “The camera’s still recording.”
“That’s all right,” Cooper says softly, running a fingertip down Blaine’s cheek and to his lips, humming a little when Blaine pulls the finger into his mouth. “We were born to perform, right Blainey?”
And… action.
anonymous prompted: blaine + sugar, the color green
It’s not that Blaine’s, like, devastated that Kurt couldn’t make it home this weekend; he’s a little disappointed, is all. He’s just deciding to spend all of Saturday lying around in his underwear and catching up on Mad Men when he gets Sugar’s text.
bb im bored, come smoke a bowl w me!!!
Well. Okay. That works, too.
