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Currently watching White Collar, The West Wing and LOST
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Title: One More Night (Could Turn into Forever)
Summary: Kurt Hummel is hopelessly in love with Blaine Anderson. The problem? Blaine is taken. And popular. And so very straight…or maybe not.
Rating: Eventually M
A/N: Based (obviously) off of this fantastic video. To keep up with this fic, please track ‘fic: one more night could turn into forever’. This story is also being archived on Scarves & Coffee, if you prefer to track it in that manner. I’m so sorry for the delay in updates, you guys. I was really busy with life stuff and I didn’t even have time to be around my laptop. Hope you enjoy!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Kurt remains still, content to feel Blaine draped over him until he can’t breathe anymore. The cold from outside begins to seep into the car, chilling the sweat beading on his brow, and he knows they should talk but he can’t bring himself to ruin the moment. Blaine presses a soft kiss to Kurt’s neck, followed by a deep, tired sigh.
“We should do this more often,” Blaine says softly. “And I don’t just mean the mutual orgasm thing.”
Title: One More Night (Could Turn into Forever)
Summary: Kurt Hummel is hopelessly in love with Blaine Anderson. The problem? Blaine is taken. And popular. And so very straight…or maybe not.
Rating: Eventually M
A/N: Based (obviously) off of this fantastic video. I just discovered it last night and dear god. Just - dear god. Anywhoozle, I’m aware that another lovely author is writing a fic based off of the same video, but I thought I’d take a shot and attempt to put my own spin on the story. (She has also given me her blessing to do so, we’re not competing, no need for sassy pants.) I’m sure our stories will be very different despite similar plot points mentioned in the video, but I hope you’ll have the time to be able to read both! Also, I was going to try and do a different title with some of the other lyrics from the song, but nothing fit quite as well so I just tacked on that little bit at the end. With all of that being said, I’m still going to continue my other WIPs and commissions (and this counts as one because I was anonymously commissioned to do a straight!blaine fic), so have no fear on that front. My story ‘Star Crossed’ will probably completed within the week, but I hope you’ll enjoy this one as well! To keep up with this fic, please track ‘fic: one more night could turn into forever’. This story is also being archived on Scarves & Coffee, if you prefer to track it in that manner.
And so, onto the fic! :)
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Kurt Hummel would never admit this to another living soul, but sometimes, when he’s at home alone and no one’s around to hear, he sings ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’ to Blaine Anderson’s yearbook picture. Sure, he feels like a lovesick, thirteen year old girl experiencing her first junior high crush, but he can’t help it. Blaine is perfect in every way possible – he’s absolutely gorgeous, super smart, incredibly talented, unfailingly kind and sweet to pretty much everyone at school, and extremely popular. He looks so adorable in the occasional sweater vest and his collection of bowties and scarves. His smile makes Kurt’s heart lurch in a way he didn’t even know was physically possible. Blaine is just – he’s wonderful. Wonderful.
And straight.
So very, very straight. And dating the most popular girl in school: pretty Rachel Berry with the voice of an angel and the soft curve of breasts and round, slim hips and legs for miles and she’s everything Kurt can’t ever be.
Kurt gazes, unable to keep himself from swooning, at Blaine’s yearbook picture.
And then he groans and drops his head on his desk.
Because Blaine Anderson is straight and Kurt Hummel is cursed.
themanyperksofbeingcharlie prompted: one of the two goes clubbing and then sends a bunch of drunken weird text messages all trough the night, but in the end the texts become really lovely and sweet
Notes: I changed it a bit, as always. Sorryyy. Takes place shortly after they get together.
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(4:23pm)
You know when I get drunk…
(4:30)
Uh-huh.
(4:31)
Am I charming or obnoxious?
Sigh, everytime I see gif sets from this video I get all these GYOW!Blaine feels, and Blaine and Kurt are off at their first year of college. Kurt’s in NYC with Rachel doing his Parsons design school whatever thing, and Blaine’s in Boston for his music, and there’s this one class where Kurt has to do a fashion video runway thing or something. And he and his partner for the project want to focus on music and men’s fashion, and then Blaine comes to visit for Fall break/his birthday weekend, and the girl is like OMG LETS HAVE HIM MODEL AND HE CAN SING AND DANCE AND KURT PLEASE
And Blaine’s like what I’m not a Barbie doll, and Kurt convinces him
coughblowjocoughand so Blaine models their outfit and they turn it into a music video to sell their product to the class, and Kurt and Blaine are finishing up filming it and Kurt forgets to cut the camera off before Blaine tugs him to the floor and ravishes him since its his birthday now and he wants his favorite presentand it accidentally ends up on the tale end of the video when Melanie, Kurt’s project partner, is editing and she leaves it on for the laughs and to embarrass Kurt. And they’re going to edit it out after they show Blaine and laugh some more, but theres this one guy in this class that Kurt always mentions, that won’t lay off when he says he has a boyfriend, and Blaine knows this and doesnt like the guy one bit, so he switches the discs in Kurt’s bag before he leaves to go back to Boston.
So then they get to class on Monday and the music video plays and then it doesn’t cut off at the end and its got Blaine all over Kurt and he’s so embarrassed and yanks the TV cable out to shut it off. but the class is gaping because fuck blaine is hot and WHY DO YOU GET TO HAVE SEX WITH THAT OTHER HOT PIECE OF ASS
and after that the guy doesn’t bother Kurt anymore, and when Kurt calls Blaine while he’s walking out of class with Melanie, she’s laughing and blaine is too, and then blaine’s like but he’s not pestering you like you usually does right now. and Kurt realizes it to, because on the way out of class that guy always follows him and tries to flirt, and so he always makes a point of being on the phone with blaine to get away, but he isn’t today, and he sees the guy rush out the opposite way and that guy never bugs him again.
and just
i’ll shut up now
help
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ZANE YOU CAN’T JUST SPRING GYOW SHIT LIKE THAT ONE US OUTTA NOWHERE.
ZANE. HOW DARE YOU. SHUT UP RIGHT THIS MOMENT WITH GYOW.
UNLESS ONE-SHOT.
THEN BY ALL MEANS.
This is what happens when my life gets difficult. GYOW feels explode. It’s my current go to place.
And yes, at some point it’ll be a one shot. Probably once BSM is finished while I’m finishing OAFIYA and getting ready to start Too Late. So, sometime in September, late September most likely.
Based on the tags on this post: #if he was a puppy he’d have an adorable brown smudge on his back #and kitty kurt would love it
“Kurt,” Blaine whines, his tail thumping weakly as he snuffles at the fur on Kurt’s belly. “Stop, it’s nap time. Time for naps.” He’s already had a very hard day protecting Kurt from the vacuum cleaner. Rachel’s always using it even though Kurt’s scared it’s going to suck his fluffy tail up one day. Blaine would never let that happen, though. He is on the case.
“Okay, you do that, I’ve almost got it,” Kurt says, his tail flicking back and forth as he licks at the little brown smudge on the back of Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s pretty sure it’s not really dirt because Kurt tries to clean it off every day and it never goes away, but he’s determined.
bravid!parents to blaine: BDSM mishap
“Dad?”
Bryan doesn’t look up from his laptop, earphones plugged in, as he types away furiously, an email to one of the producers of the show, a frown on his forehead, until Blaine steps in front of his desk and reaches out to yank his earphone from his ear. “Blaine!”
“Dad, I have—“ Blaine looks like he’s about to die from embarrassment. His face is bright red, and his hair is a mess, and he looks like he’s been sweating slightly, which can’t be true because Blaine only goes on runs in the mornings, and it’s well into the night. Was he—? “I have a problem.”
A cocked eyebrow, and Bryan tilts his head to the side, appraising him, until Blaine ducks his face and blurts it out in a rush of words. “I tied Kurt up to the bed and lost the keys.”
anon prompted: Blaine is sick and texts Kurt his absurd and feverish thoughts
(8:01pm)
Is it okay if we skip the goodnight call today?
(8:04)
Sure. Is everything alright?
(8:05)
I’m just feeling a little under the weather and wanna get an early night. I fell asleep on my way home today. Almost ended up in Harlem.
(8:06)
The horror!
this person has written 177 fics in about a hundred different fandoms and, as far as I can tell, Iron Man shows up and kills people in every single one
PERFECTION
The Sherlock Holmes one:
“I am Iron Man and…” Iron Man was distracted for a moment. “Wow, you look a lot like me.” He said to Holmes. He then got back on track. “I am Iron Man and… now he’s dead.” He finished, tossing the dog out the window. He then jumped back through the Time Machine and it blew up.
After some silence, Watson spoke up. “What the hell was that?”
Season 4 references to existing Fan Fiction
4x01 - Little Numbers
4x02 - Going for Broke
4x03 - Where There’s Smoke
I’d add the guy playing the flying monkey in Wicked because Just for the Night. *___*
This is a useful thing.
Anonymous asked you: can you write the fluffiest fluff ever? i’m really in need of some good ole klaine fluff ;n;
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! fic based loosely off of this photoset.
“Blaine,” Kurt says slowly as soon as he steps into the kitchen and Oliver comes galloping at him, dropping a spatula at Kurt’s feet and howling sweetly in greeting. Kurt says, “Hey sweetie, hi,” while Oliver’s paws scramble at Kurt’s pants, and then, “Blaine, why is our dog white?”
“Oh my god, Kurt, you can’t just ask me why he’s white,” Blaine says immediately, but then he turns around from the countertop and actually gets a look at Oliver. “Oh. Shit. Well that’s not good.”
“Please tell me this is flour and not sugar,” Kurt says with a groan, finally dropping his bag so he can bend over and pick Oliver up. Oliver’s paws still scramble in the air but then Kurt cradles the puppy to his chest, petting at his soft little ears while Oliver tries to lick Kurt’s chin.
“Yeah, it’s flour,” Blaine says, and Kurt steels himself to survey the kitchen damage as Oliver wriggles in his arms.
(based off puppycam, god help me.)
Anonymous asked: Puppy!Klaine nuzzles, pleeeeeease :)
Blaine stretches his legs out, paws twitching in a way he can’t help and mouth tilting open for a yawn. He likes stretching, likes the way it feels in his legs and how it makes him feel even sleepier once he’s done. He doesn’t mean to kick Kurt in the face, of course, but it’s also not his fault that Kurt had his nose pressed to Blaine’s soft belly when Blaine decided to stretch.
Kurt growls for a second, low and completely un-menacing, and snuggles closer until he’s almost lying on top of Blaine. He’s warm and he twitches in his sleep too, but Blaine doesn’t mind. Blaine likes the quick thumpthump of Kurt’s heartbeat, the way he smells like pack and milk and warm and sleep.
Kurt nudges up under Blaine’s chin, and Blaine tilts his head back and yawns again, stretching his paws and feeling Kurt wiggle until he’s lying in front of Blaine. Kurt’s kind of bitey, even moreso than Rachel, but if Blaine starts whining he knows Kurt will stop. And he’s only just nuzzling, now, snuffling where his nose is pressed between Blaine’s front paws before squirming up a little higher.
Blaine knows Kurt will stop squirming and settle eventually. Right now, Blaine is just too sleepy to care.
Blaine stared at the text on his phone.
I know that you think that we should end, but I still want to fight for us. I hope you do too. The Empire State Building. Friday. If you’re not there by 8 pm, I’ll know that we’re over and I’ll never bother you again.
It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to just get on his train to Newark and go home. Kurt couldn’t An Affair To Remember him. They were over.
He clicked off his phone and walked down into the Time Square transit station so that he could take a red train to Penn Station.
He had a flight to catch.
Blaine stood in front of the track for the 1, 2, and 3 going downtown, fiddling the the handle on his small suitcase.
“Come on!” Kurt giggled, scooping up a spoonful of chocolate-cherry cheesecake and holding it out to Blaine. “Try it!”
Blaine blinked, shaking his head to clear it of the memory. He glanced up at the neon sign. Only one minute until the 1 arrived.
“Mmm,” Kurt hummed against Blaine’s lips. They were lying on Blaine’s bed a few days before Christmas and Blaine’s parents were out. “Can we—please? I want you so bad…”
Blaine dragged his nails against the gelled hair above his ear. It was for the best. Kurt just didn’t realize it yet, he just—
“I’m going to marry you one day,” Kurt whispered. He thought that Blaine was asleep, but Blaine had just closed his eyes to rest. “One day I’m going to marry you and then we can honeymoon in Paris and live in New York and have four kids and be silly and happy together. I can’t wait. When I was planning dad and Carole’s wedding, I had a small notebook put aside for you and me as well. I know it was silly because we’d just met but I just…knew somehow, without a doubt… That you were where I belonged.”
Blaine’s hand tightened on his suitcase handle. There was a light on the tracks. He glanced up at the neon sign. 7:53 pm.
Blaine stared at his phone. He wanted to tell Kurt that he’d be there for him, that he could depend on him, that he would always answer when he called, that he could be what he needed. Instead, he texted…
Courage.
Blaine grabbed his suitcase and ran up the steps, rushing to get to a yellow train. He ran across the station and down the steps, managing to squeeze his way onto the N just as the doors were closing. His heart pounded as he willed the train to go faster.
He ran off at the next stop, Herald Square, and raced up the steps, cursing his suitcase the whole way. He hailed a taxi, gasping out, “Empire State Building!” as it took off down 34th.
7:58 pm.
Blaine threw fair at the driver as they pulled up in front of the massive building and raced inside. He slammed into the nearest elevator and jammed the highest button he could find, breathing heavily as he waited for the descent upwards, cursing whenever it stopped to let on more people.
Finally, he reached the top.
He busted through the door onto the observation ledge just as the sun was setting.
8:06 pm.
It was empty.
His suitcase dropped from his hand as he sagged against the metal grating.
“Blaine?”
He wheeled around and there was Kurt in his pea coat with a bouquet of irises.
“Kurt,” he breathed, stepping forward and pulling him into a tight hug.
“You came…” Kurt smiled, blinking back tears. “I can’t believe you came.”
“Of course I did,” Blaine said, holding him tighter. “Sorry I was late.”
“It’s fine,” Kurt sniffed. “I would have waited the whole night anyways.”
Blaine pulled back, kissing all over Kurt’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I was such an idiot.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt laughed, wiping his tears. “We can both be idiots when it comes to love. Just…can we talk about it next time?”
“Of course,” Blaine nodded. “And trust me, there won’t be a next time. You’re stuck with me for life.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Nice scarf.”
Kurt glanced up from his notes to see Mr. Suit leaning against his desk with a sly smile.
“I never did catch that name.”
“I—Kurt,” Kurt smiled back. “Kurt Hummel.”
“Andrew van Wolfe.” the businessman smiled. “And that scarf really is very flattering on you.”
“Thank you!” Kurt grinned. “My boyfriend bought it for me.”
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“Nice bow tie.”
Blaine looked up from his locker to see one of the football players leaning against the one next to his.
“Scott Harmond,” he smiled, flashing his white teeth.
“Blaine Anderson,” Blaine shook his hand with a smile. “And thanks! My boyfriend made it for me.”
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“Boyfriend?” Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Also in fashion?”
“No, he’s a senior in high school,” Kurt smiled, fiddling with his pen. “And he wants to go into musical theater.”
“In the city?”
“Next year,” Kurt grinned, imagining Blaine in his little apartment. It’d be perfect next year. “He’s still back home in Ohio right now.”
“Ah,” Andrew nodded, eyeing Kurt. “So you’re…doing long distance?”
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“Yep!” Blaine nodded.
Scott raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that working out for you?”
“Great!” Blaine grinned. “It’s actually been really awesome. I was worried that he’d just sort of forget about me because New York is so big and glamorous and everything, but our relationship is as good as ever.”
“And…” Scott shrugged. “You don’t think that maybe he has someone else on the side?”
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“Of course not!” Kurt’s eyes flashed. “It’s Blaine. We’re fine.”
“Well he is a teenage boy,” Andrew shrugged.
“As. Am. I.” Kurt glared. “And I don’t have anyone else. Blaine and I aren’t like that. We’re one of those weird couples that love each other and understand each other and and communicate with each other and don’t see the appeal of others when we’re with each other.”
“Sure sure,” Andrew nodded sympathetically. “Just, if you wanted something else on the side…” He leaned forward.
[Shhh, just click here, press play, and go back to reading]
And it all clicked in Kurt’s mind. He chuckled, leaning forward. “Oh Andrew… Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy…”
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Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned back against his locker. “Nothing you could do ‘cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy…” He glanced at the latest postcard that Kurt had sent him. “I’m sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter—”
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“—like the birds of a feather,” Kurt smiled at the photo of him and Blaine in the senior commons with Pavarotti. “We stick together. I’m telling you from the start, I can’t be torn apart from my guy.”
Andrew rolled his eyes.
***
Scott rolled his eyes and subtly flexed his arm.
Blaine nearly laughed. “Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy.”
***
Andrew took out his wallet.
Kurt smirked. “Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy.”
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Blaine pushed off from his locker, walking down the hall. “I gave my guy my word of honor…”
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“…to be faithful,” Kurt shrugged, pushing away from his desk. “And I’m gonna.”
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“You best be believing, I won’t be deceiving my guy,” Blaine laughed. “As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops. My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop.” He skipped around the corner, Scott on his heals.
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“As a matter of taste to be exact,” Kurt trilled as he picked up a pile of articles to give to his boss. He smiled. “He’s my ideal as a matter of fact.”
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Blaine tapped Scott’s still-flexed arms. “No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy.”
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Kurt patted Andrew’s face with a smile. “No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy.”
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Blaine smiled at the picture he had of him and Kurt in his wallet. “He may not be a movie star—”
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“—but when it comes to being happy,” Kurt sighed at the same picture in his own wallet. “We are. There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy.”
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“There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy,” Blaine grinned. He turned to Scott. “So yeah, sorry.”
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“Definitely not available,” Kurt smiled.
kaylamill asked you: Prompt: Kurt and Blaine are having a pillow fight that turns into kissing and friskiness, but Carole interrupts before it gets too heavy.
“Honestly, I’m not even a hair dresser and I know that you have to angle your scissors down to get a good cross check, come on,” Kurt huffs, settling back down on the bed with the bowl of popcorn. Blaine reaches over for some without looking, and Kurt lets himself smile at Blaine’s groping hand before he actually gets a handful.
“You know, I think people would be more open to Tabatha’s suggestions if she worked a little color into her wardrobe,” Blaine says after he’s done chewing, squinting at the screen.
“Funny,” Kurt says with an eye roll, setting the popcorn bowl aside. They still have three episodes in their marathon left. They need to conserve.
“No, I mean it. Not that the all black doesn’t work for her, but—”
“Blaine, it is her signature style,” Kurt says with wide eyes, taken aback. “That’s like telling Miss Piggy not to wear pink. Or Snooki to stay away from animal prints.”
