Summary: “Kurt has a feeling of untethering, of a weight in his chest he’s been holding back and holding in. It’s strange and almost too much and Blaine next to him is a safe, warm place he wants to lose himself in” Post Bash reaction fic.
Notes: Mentions of assault and healing. H/C sexy times, if h/c is not your thing, avoid! Thank you to lurkdusoleil for the beta and gingerandfair for the ear and feedback!
There’s a certain comfort in Blaine’s nearness, in the constance of their intrinsic gravity, even when Kurt doesn’t have anything to give. There’s a certainty in Blaine’s faith that Kurt isn’t too far away, that knows that Kurt will let him in when he’s ready. It feels like the space he needs. In the days after he’s released from the hospital, armor and a steel spine are what Kurt needs, a skin he’s known how to put on since high school. The space though — the space that feels like a cushion around him, the familiar hold of solitude, of not having hands on his body he hasn’t invited — for a while, it’s what he needs. They both know too, that when Kurt is ready, Blaine will be the first to know. So even when it seems like Blaine is never more than a few feet away, Kurt doesn’t feel pressured.
Blaine sleeps on the floor the first few nights he’s home, despite Kurt’s insistence that it’s not necessary. He doesn’t want to be jostled or touched really, but he does try to convince Blaine to sleep on the sofa.
“You can bring me my pills from over there just as well Blaine,” Kurt says. Oddly enough, Blaine’s response isn’t just a small smile, but a fleeting touch down the side of Kurt’s nose. He leaves and comes back with water and more pills. Kurt doesn’t press the issue. He knows he must balance his need for space with Blaine’s need to touch and be close.
In 1932 America is still in the grips of the Great Depression and Blaine Anderson is fed up with his bland life in Lima, Ohio. When he decides to head to New York City in search of adventure he meets a performer named Kurt Hummel at an illegal speakeasy, and gets more excitement than he ever dreamed possible at The Oasis.
The Hot Toddy
There’s this diner, a typical greasy spoon, nothing particularly special about the place to set it apart from all the other greasy spoons that dot almost every street corner. Except for the cherry pie. The best cherry pie in the city. Quite possibly the entire country.
Cherry pie that is entirely worth Blaine getting off the subway three stops early and walking the rest of the way with his teeth clenched against their chattering, his coat pulled up tight around his neck. Ears and nose numb, and eyes watering from the blasts of frigid air, just so he can stop in for two fat, fresh slices.
A few lost snowflakes scatter around his head in swirls as he approaches their block, Blaine tucks his prize closer to his chest- still warm, just barely- and heads home.
Baby it’s cold outside
I was going to post something different, but I had quite the day and really wanted to see Blaine smile!
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.
Klaine - A kiss ice
I made the color (and added a decor) for my sweet fckyeahitslauren! Who wishes to make a snowglobes with this drawing :)
Requested by coolcick0 : Klaine swimming in a pool but they are standing really close to eachother and it’s nighttime and they are about to kiss under the moonlight
aspiringtoeloquence asked: Klaine, a motel in a small town somewhere between New York and Ohio.
“Welcome to the Gold Eagle Inn,” Kurt said disinterestedly as soon as he heard the quaint bells jingle over the door. It was past ten, and all of the guests staying overnight in sleepy Brookville, Pennsylvania, had already retired to their rooms for the night. He pulled up a new guest file on the ancient computer, tapping his pen against the keyboard while he waited for the system to load and dreaming of the day that he’d finally be able to convince Mac to invest in a new one. At least he wasn’t relying on an actual ledger anymore. ”Are you checking in?”
Commission for scrunchydarren
*________* I commissioned this from Eli and she like went into my brain and made exactly what I wanted, she’s incredible. And her commissions are open right now!
Prompt: Blaine comforting Kurt post NYADA
For some reason this sketch never got posted back in the day.
(um quite artsy) fanart for kissedmequiteinsane’s reaction fic, one of the most precious drabbles inspired by the klaine break-up spoilers.