|KURT OT3 BANG|
Kurt OT3 Bang is a challenge that's all about celebrating threesomes and OT3s, so long as they involve Kurt. Whether you ship Kurt with Sam & Puck, Finn & Rachel, Dave & Blaine, or any other combination, you're welcome to sign up as an author or artist for the Kurt OT3 Bang.
10,000 words. 4 months. Lots of fun.
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Title: Hearth & Home
Word Count: 1,000
Episodes: Through 5.06, "Movin’ Out"
Summary: A follow-up to Blaine’s conversation with Kurt about his fears over getting into NYADA. Thanks punkkitten2113 for betaing!
Night is so different here from what it is in Lima: brighter and more alive. Light from the pale streetlights and the red “Automat” sign on top of the building across the way filter through the curtains and onto Kurt’s bed and onto their bodies. Blaine looks down at his own arm, watches the light shift over his skin, making it glow soft whites and oranges like a hearth fire.
It’s not just the lights and sounds of the city that make it more vibrant, of course. Lima has felt this way sometimes, too, when Blaine’s been wrapped in Kurt’s arms the way he is now: skin against skin, warmth stoking warmth. Blaine is home now.
Title: Ring, Ring
Word Count: ~2,700
Episodes: Through 5.05, "The End of Twerk"
Summary: Kurt decides to take out his tongue piercing and tells Blaine via Skype. Somehow they both end up getting hot and bothered. Thanks Nachochang for betaing!
Author's notes: Yes, yes, more fic about Kurt's piercing, but this one's different because he gets rid of it.
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Tina
Word Count: ~2,100
Spoilers: Through 5.3, "The Quarterback"
Warnings: references to canon bullying in 5.02 "Tina in the Sky With Diamonds"; also to Finn's death, but that's not what the story focuses on
Summary: juliette06 asked for “Blaine calling Kurt and telling him about Tina/reminiscing about their prom/etc.” rosencarousel asked for Kurt and Tina having a conversation to discuss McKinley’s prom court treatment. It turned into a story about repairing relationships.
Kurt doesn’t call Blaine until well after midnight. Prom is one of Blaine’s last hurrahs with all his New Directions friends, and Kurt doesn’t want to interrupt it. Besides, putting off the phone call gives him a good chunk of time to finish his homework before he starts at the Starlight Diner tomorrow.
The clock on his phone flashes “1:32 a.m.” when Kurt finally wakes it from sleep. He wonders if Blaine is home alone by now.
“You won’t believe what happened tonight,” Blaine says when he answers the phone.
Kurt bounces on the bed. “You got prom king?! Congratulations!”
There’s a long pause before Blaine speaks. “Um, not exactly.”
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Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt (Blaine POV)
Word Count: 2,100
Summary: The afternoon that Kurt agrees to be his boyfriend again, Blaine writes up a no-cheating contract. 5.01 reaction fic. Thanks to Jamie for the quick beta! PG-13. ~2,100
It turns out that Oprah’s website does not actually have a no-cheating contract.
Blaine is disappointed, but not defeated. He’s determined to prove himself, and if Oprah hasn’t already written the contract for him – well, he can write it himself. After all, it’s not like it needs to say much. Just, “I, Blaine Anderson, love Kurt Hummel and will never cheat on him again.”
Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt (Kurt POV)
Word Count: 770
Summary: anonymous asked for post-5.01 long distance masturbation with feels.
Blaine’s face keeps flashing across his mind – the way he smiled and batted his eyelashes across their computer screens with a confidence Kurt hasn’t seen in ages; at that last McKinley courtyard picnic, eager and elated; and finally on the Dalton staircase, full of that absolute devotion that Kurt still has a hard time trusting with his mind, but knows in his heart is true.
Word Count: 3400
Spoilers: Everything through episode 4x22 All or Nothing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee.
Summary: Quinn heads to New York to congratulate Rachel on her audition and they reveal a few secrets to each other.
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Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine. Brief Tina. Original Male Characters.
Word Count: 7,500+
Summary: As the freak of the local village, Kurt is shunned at every turn. It isn’t until a stranger moves to town that Kurt is treated like a normal person for the first time in his life.
Warnings: Extreme homophobia, mentions of torture, blood, self-harm, forced cross-dressing, slight bodily mutilation, slight dystopian world, winged!Blaine, non-permanent major character death, happy ending.
A/N: For the Klaine Reverse Bang. My artist is the wonderful Colfersfreckles and I had the honour of being able to write fic for this fantastic piece of artwork. As always, thanks to Slayerkitty for the beta read and being my everything. ♥
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just have a vivid and healthy imagination.
Link to art: Colfersfreckles’ tumblr
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A/N: What I did on my 15 minute break.
"Who's this?" I breathed on the phone.
Silence filled my ear as I waited for the person on the other line to speak up.
"Hello?" I tried, my brows furrowing for I can hear the breathy intakes of air from the other line. It's already 9 in the evening and it's not unusual for me to receive calls, sometimes it's from my mom asking me if I'd already took a glass of milk before heading to bed or it's Sam asking me I could go to the coffee shop first thing in the morning.
"If you're not going to start talking then I may have to put this down. I don't have time to communicate with your breathing." I said in one breath and when I was about to pull it off my ear I heard someone clearing her throat. I bet it's a woman.
"Talk. Who's this?" I asked, okay it may be a little bit harsher than earlier. "Know what? I'm hangin-"
"Britt, it's me."
Practically the phone slipped off my hand and my heart began to pound, Santana's not calling me in this kind of hours.
"San? Why are you calling?" I asked, it may sound dumb but I just don't get it, Santana's not the type of person who would call someone in some delicate hours she would make sure that I'm up or free.
"Is this a bad time?" She breathed on the other line, her voice sounds a little bit weak and small. I don't think I have heard her like this before. And it's pretty weird, I would rather hear her snarky comments than this type of serious and scary attempt.
"No. It's okay. San are you okay? Is there something wrong?"
"Yea, I'm great. It's just…"
"Tell me." I urged her.
"Britt, I have to tell you something and I want you to listen. I want you to just shut up not until I'm finished, okay?" she managed to say, I can hear the shuffling on the other line it's either she's hoisting something up or she's adjusting her seat.
I waited for several seconds for she once again cleared her throat, I'm trying to keep myself together so that I could listen on what Santana would tell me, the fact that I'm really nervous under the covers.
"San, just tell me, okay? I'm dying here."
"Sorry, and please shut up." I rolled my eyes a little and a smirk creping on my lips.
"Britt, I'm so sorry."
I bit my tongue, I wanted to tell her that it's okay and I'm shutting up but when she repeated those words with a little cracking in her voice, I know it's different. It's something else.
"San… what are you-"
"I'm a coward. "
"I told you, I don't want hearing that word especially from you. You're not one of those, you're the most awesome and a little honest type of a person I met in my entire life. I love the way you tell everything you feel even though it has to be kind of offensive, you used to tell me that."
"I can't do this anymore, Britt."
"Then sleep, call me tomorrow morning okay? Have a glass of warm milk to help you sleep and-"
"Britt, I don't think I can do this anymore."
"Santana I told you it's just a glass of mi-"
"You and me, I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm so sorry, I don't know what happen. This morning you're the one I've been thinking all day long and right now I don't think it's still the same. I'm confused, Britt."
I froze at her words, I don't think I get to understand the rest of the things she was saying. I blankly brought the back of my hand by my cheeks and the warm prickle of tears made it even worse.
What is she saying? I don't understand anything.
"I used to love you, Britt. I used to. I don't know what happened." She croaked on the phone, I can hear the cracking of her voice and I know she's crying too.
"I d-don't understand. San, is it m-me?" I stuttered, I took all the willpower not to choke at my own words. "What, Santana? Tell me. If it's something I did then I'm sorry. I love you so much, San. You're my everything."
"No, Britt. You're the best girlfriend ever, you made me happy and everything. With your smile, it brightens up my day, it just completes it. With your silly jokes it makes me laugh, not just because I want you to see me laughing but because you're really funny and so cute. It's just…"
"What?" I croaked before I propped my elbow and adjust my seat, I can feel the light throbbing of my chest as I count the seconds that has passed. "San, just please tell me."
"I don't want to hurt you Britt."
"What do you mean?"
"It'll be a matter of time and I'll just hurt you, way way much worst. And I don't want that to happen, I don't want you to hate me as much I hate myself right now. i have to find myself,Britt. This is isn't me just yet. I have to be perfect so that I could be your girlfriend."
"I don't understand, San. First you were saying that I'm the best then you're hurting me? What's that supposed to mean?" I said with a stern voice, my balled fist flying by my eyes as I tried to wipe the tears away. "And you don't have to be perfect, San. You're already perfect."
"I'm breaking up with you."
And the whole world stopped.
A/N: Just a little something.. Hate me? I know right, I hate myself too. LOL.