(Source: legallyblained, via gameofbaws)
From: bdanderson@english.uca.edu
To: tinacc@umail.uca.edu, lqfabray@umail.uca.edu, jamesclark@umail.uca.edu, kurthummel@umail.uca.edu, bspokes214@umail.uca.edu, nickduval@umail.uca.edu
Subject: Grader Information
Hello current and future graders,
I hope your winter breaks are refreshing you for next semester, and that you will all have a good holiday. I know that it’s early, but I wanted to catch any of you before you did exciting things with your time off and forgot about your commitment.
We’ll be having our first meeting the first week back (I can tell you are all thrilled to be reminded of school again so soon), so please be sure not to double book yourself. If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in grading for me next semester, please send me an email as soon as possible to let me know.
If you have any questions, feel free to contact either me or Tina (tinacc@umail.uca.edu).
Happy Holidays!
Professor Blaine D. Anderson
English Department, University of California
(Source: tresbellemichelle, via ohmygodstopit)
Annie wanted a You’ve Got Mail!AU and I’ve been wanting to write one for ages so I kind of rambled this out. It does in fact take place when dial up was a thing because I wanted to write Kurt waiting to sign on.
Kurt shuffles out of the bathroom to a near silent apartment, save for the beeping of the coffee maker and the muted sounds from the street below. Walking towards the kitchen, he takes a moment to peer down the hall towards the front door where he sees hooks devoid of coats and a bowl with only one set of keys, no signs of someone else being home. He pours himself a cup of coffee and walks back to the living room, double checking he’s alone and has a few moments of privacy.
He walks over the the bay window pushes them open, the crisp autumn air immediately flowing into his apartment, a slight chill and the smell of New York in the fall washing over him. He takes a moment to look out on the brownstone lined street as he sips his coffee, people walking by on their way to work or school, trees swaying in the breeze.
Okay. Maybe it’s all this talk of ‘only death will part us now’, but I’ve written the end of Kurt and Blaine. My ending. And it’s not a break-up. Warnings for character death and a distinct lack of proper sentences or punctuation. Just under 700 words.
You’ve Got Mail!Klaine part 2. Part 1 is here
Blaine adjusts the knot of his tie in the mirror and smooths down the front of his white oxford shirt, despite the fact that it will inevitably wrinkle when he sits down for coffee, before turning and walking to the kitchen. He stops at his desk and picks up his laptop, depositing it on the table on his way to the sink.
He grabs his favorite mug from the hooks installed on the wall above the sink, his large coffee shop style Columbia mug with a small chip on the handle, and pours himself a cup of coffee. After grabbing a croissant from the Patisserie Claude box on the counter, Blaine settles into his chair and opens his laptop, signing online and smiling when he hears “you’ve got mail.” Opening the message, he begins to read.
(via huntersmythe)
You’ve Got Mail!Klaine part 2. Part 1 is here
Blaine adjusts the knot of his tie in the mirror and smooths down the front of his white oxford shirt, despite the fact that it will inevitably wrinkle when he sits down for coffee, before turning and walking to the kitchen. He stops at his desk and picks up his laptop, depositing it on the table on his way to the sink.
He grabs his favorite mug from the hooks installed on the wall above the sink, his large coffee shop style Columbia mug with a small chip on the handle, and pours himself a cup of coffee. After grabbing a croissant from the Patisserie Claude box on the counter, Blaine settles into his chair and opens his laptop, signing online and smiling when he hears “you’ve got mail.” Opening the message, he begins to read.
Annie wanted a You’ve Got Mail!AU and I’ve been wanting to write one for ages so I kind of rambled this out. It does in fact take place when dial up was a thing because I wanted to write Kurt waiting to sign on.
Kurt shuffles out of the bathroom to a near silent apartment, save for the beeping of the coffee maker and the muted sounds from the street below. Walking towards the kitchen, he takes a moment to peer down the hall towards the front door where he sees hooks devoid of coats and a bowl with only one set of keys, no signs of someone else being home. He pours himself a cup of coffee and walks back to the living room, double checking he’s alone and has a few moments of privacy.
He walks over the the bay window pushes them open, the crisp autumn air immediately flowing into his apartment, a slight chill and the smell of New York in the fall washing over him. He takes a moment to look out on the brownstone lined street as he sips his coffee, people walking by on their way to work or school, trees swaying in the breeze.
Kurt and Blaine are both single dads with very different stories.‘I’m going to need an inhaler, because you just took my breath away’
‘You rare desert flower me big pens we meet soon’
‘Well, hellooooo…’
Kurt grimaced. He knew this was a bad idea. God knows how he let Santana talk him into it. Now he had an inbox full of creepy messages and he didn’t feel any less single. He heard a creak and changed windows on the screen.
“Hey, sweetheart. Can’t sleep?”
The little girl in the yellow nightie shook her head.
“I had a bad dream.”
He sighed. He may have been single, but he was far from lonely. He reached toward his daughter.
“Oh, honey. Come here, tell me all about it.”
(via legallyblained)
Warnings: Rimming
Summary: For Birdie’s birthday, she prompted me with “Kurt and Blaine have 10 minutes before Burt comes home, what do they do?”
(Source: huntersmythe, via doonarose)
rating: nc-17
summary: ftm!kurt/cis!blaine; first time kurt lets blaine touch him.
warning/disclaimer: a lot of body dysphoria and pov from the person having said dysphoria – i’m using the language kurt is using to refer to his body/genitalia.~2,300 words
Blaine groans into Kurt’s mouth, pushing him back further into the bed as his hands slide in under Kurt’s shirt and up his sides. Kurt gasps, his leg coming up to hook around the curve of Blaine’s ass, pulling him closer before freezing.
They both break away, panting, Blaine scrambling to get his hips up and off, a rushed, “I’m sorry, Kurt, I didn’t – ”
Kurt licks his lips, hooks his leg tighter around Blaine’s body. “It’s okay,” he whispers, watches as Blaine’s brown eyes widen, then go darker.
(via youmovedmekurt)
Kurt gets lost in thought as he and Burt walk to Bryant Park, and Burt can tell he needs to talk.
(This is a scene that I would really love to see in Glee, Actually, but know we probably won’t so I wrote it. It was mostly just an excuse to have Burt say one specific line)
PG, 2250 words“The tree looked nice this year,” Kurt says as they stand in front of Radio City Music Hall waiting for the walk sign to indicate it’s safe for them to cross. He’s looking back towards the plaza where they just saw the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, standing 80 feet tall and lit up like a beacon, beckoning tourists and New Yorkers alike as they make their way towards it with their cameras out. The sun is setting and buildings are turning on their Christmas lights; they sparkle and reflect off the windows and metal entrances, spots of light dancing across people’s faces as they walk by.
The light turns and they cross the street together, both turning to watch as two women fight over a cab on the next block. Kurt rubs his hands together and fiddles with his glove before he says, “It’s cold out today. Colder than it has been lately.”
“It’s not that bad; there’s snow in Ohio,” Burt replies, slipping his hands in his pockets as they walk south on 6th Ave.
“I know. Blaine told me” Kurt says, twisting his fingers for a moment, then dropping his hands to his sides before lifting them back up to clasp them in front of his stomach.
Kurt gets lost in thought as he and Burt walk to Bryant Park, and Burt can tell he needs to talk.
(This is a scene that I would really love to see in Glee, Actually, but know we probably won’t so I wrote it. It was mostly just an excuse to have Burt say one specific line)
PG, 2250 words“The tree looked nice this year,” Kurt says as they stand in front of Radio City Music Hall waiting for the walk sign to indicate it’s safe for them to cross. He’s looking back towards the plaza where they just saw the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, standing 80 feet tall and lit up like a beacon, beckoning tourists and New Yorkers alike as they make their way towards it with their cameras out. The sun is setting and buildings are turning on their Christmas lights; they sparkle and reflect off the windows and metal entrances, spots of light dancing across people’s faces as they walk by.
The light turns and they cross the street together, both turning to watch as two women fight over a cab on the next block. Kurt rubs his hands together and fiddles with his glove before he says, “It’s cold out today. Colder than it has been lately.”
“It’s not that bad; there’s snow in Ohio,” Burt replies, slipping his hands in his pockets as they walk south on 6th Ave.
“I know. Blaine told me” Kurt says, twisting his fingers for a moment, then dropping his hands to his sides before lifting them back up to clasp them in front of his stomach.
okay my favourite of mine was probably Smoke You Out
um other people’s though jfc okay i’ll just go with my favourite fic ever ever EVER The Dapper Highwayman
“You shouldn’t creep up behind me in kitchens,” Kurt said dryly. “Last time that happened, you ended up in the hospital for a week and I was wanted for attempted murder.”
“Ah, the good old days,” Blaine smiled.
THIS FIC IS MAKIGN EMW ANT TO EAT YM OWN FACE
(Source: scarvesandcoffee.net)
Anon prompted: The first time they fight while living together Blaine sleeps on the couch. Until Kurt gets up in the middle of the night to get him because he misses him too much.When Blaine wakes up on a good day, he’s usually grumpy until he’s had a cup of coffee, and even then he might still need a hot shower before he stops scowling.
On a bad day, Kurt often takes matters into his own hands – quite literally – and gives Blaine a drawn-out blowjob, slowly kissing the most sensitive parts of his body and stroking his hands tenderly up Blaine’s thighs as Blaine’s brain finally decides that yes, maybe, maybe, sleep isn’t the absolute best thing there is, not when he has Kurt crawling his way up the bed to meet Blaine’s mouth. Kurt kisses him good morning and lets Blaine taste himself, kissing a long time until they’re smiling against each other’s lips, and only then, Blaine perks up.
So Kurt waking him in the middle of the afternoon by grabbing Blaine’s ankle to drag him off of the bed?
Kurt kind of should have seen it coming.
