Summary: Murder mystery novelist Blaine Anderson and his fiance, junior fashion designer Kurt Hummel race from the forests of Germany to the streets of Paris to find a vicious fairytale serial killer who has a penchant for dressing up their victims in outfits that Kurt has designed. Sequel to The Boy From Oz Trilogy. Fic on AO3.
I refuse to believe that. That was staged. That has to be staged. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise
It’s just too fishy
The thing Blaine whispered to Rachel
Blaine suddenly wanting to break-up
That the Shelby thing was too simple and “it is so much more than you “
OMG PLEASE LET IT BE STAGED I BEG YOU
Kurt Hummel’s type
it’s funny how none of them look not even a bit like kurt’s real love of his life which only shows more kurt only has one type and that type is called blaine anderson
Can someone write a prompt where Blaine notices this and feels insecure about it?
Summary: Agent 005 of MI6, Adam Crawford, is sent on a mission to the small town of Lima, Ohio to observe and then retrieve rogue agent Blaine Anderson, a traitor to the United Kingdom. But things get complicated when he finds Agent 007 entangled with an enigmatic high school hacker by the name of Kurt Hummel. James Bond AU. On AO3.
Oh my fucking god I’m shaking with anticipation! DAMN I LOVE THIS STORY
Inkystars is the best Author ever. I’m serious
Klaine - office scene
ATTENTION ALL KLAINERS. I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL KLAINERS. THE RULE HAS BEEN SET ON THIS POST. EVERY TIME YOU SEE IT YOU MUST REBLOG. YOU MUST. AND WHEN WE’RE SITTING ON OUR BEDS, WAITING TO WATCH THE SEASON START OF GLEE SEASON 6837 WE ARE GONNA REBLOG THIS. AND WE ARE GONNA BE PROUD AND STRONG FOR OUR OTP. BECAUSE OUR OTP IS SACRED. And that was it, now REBLOG.
AND THEN KURT NEGLECTED BLAINE AND BLAINE FUCKING CHEATED ON HIM.
I’M SO FUCKING DONE RIGHT NOW
I probably shouldn’t have watched this….damn….
fanfiction blaine:- i am a caveman all american teen and i eat only unhealthy stuff with my BARE HANDS TEARING THROUGH IT LIKE THE MANLY ANIMAL THAT I AM
fanfiction kurt:- i use spoons and forks for everything and ew who touches fOOD ew thats what UTENSILS are for like ugh i am not eating tHAT IT HAS SO MANY CALORIES!!!!
fanfiction!kurt:- baby pengiun/blushing with sex - permanently
fanfiction!blaine:- a bumbling not-very-graceful adorable clumsy mess
fanfiction!kurt:- the most graceful precise fucker in the entire wooorld who never makes a misstep in the history of ever
let’s not forget
fanfiction!kurt:- fancy satin and silk pajamas ew ew polyester cotton blend DON’T TOUCH ME TAKE IT AWAY
fanfiction!blaine:- wheeee sweats! t-shirts! singlets! boxers! no pants! no shirts!
So fucking true
Here are some fic recs for you: ( I know there aren’t many :( )
Some Smut :)
Author: Ptera Waters
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine (Can you believe it? Me?)
Genre: AU fantasy, romance, smut
Warning: dragon!Blaine, slash
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, at all
Author Notes: Written for a prompt in the kink meme; Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with me lately, but my week off is coming to an end, so the many, many postings will as well :(
Summary: As Blaine’s rider, Kurt has always felt secure in their relationship – until someone else challenges that claim.
my absolute favorite:
klaine au » blaine is a dragon who longs for the day when he can shift into a human and be with his mate, kurt.
Kurt heard the faint fluttering of wings and smiled to himself.
“Hi there, Devon,” he murmured, glancing up from his homework as the small brown dragon landed on the edge of his desk, his wings rustling the pages. Kurt reached over, and Devon tilted his head up expectantly, exposing his long, thin neck. It took a second, but then Kurt found that particular spot just beneath his horns that made Devon emit that odd, deep, trilling noise from the back of his throat Kurt could only describe as a purr.
“Did you miss me at school today?”
Devon chirped and nudged his fingers with his snout. Kurt chuckled; even if Devon couldn’t actually understand him, he still liked to pretend.
“I wish you could talk back,” he mused, stroking gently over Devon’s papery left wing and making him quiver. “You’re a lovely companion, Devon, but you don’t contribute much to the conversation…”
Devon- squawked, was really the best word for it, wings folding back a little in what Kurt could only assume was indignation. The tiny dragon slunk across the desk - over Kurt’s homework - and picked up a pencil in his mouth, tilted his neck awkwardly so that the lead tip touched the paper of Kurt’s notebook. The boy watched in disbelief and awe as Devon traced shaky lines, lines that became letters, letters that became words.
When he was done, he dropped the pencil and turned to look up at Kurt expectantly, hazel eyes bright and hopeful and so very human.
‘My name is Blaine.’
Kurt stared at him. Opened his mouth. Closed it again. Took a deep, uneven breath and shook his head. “Blaine…?” he tried out tentatively.
There was a growl, a blinding flash, and then suddenly there was something heavy - heavy and very, very naked - falling into him, knocking him backwards out of his chair. He tumbled onto the floor with a cry of surprise, pinned down by-
Who is this guy!?
Omg Dragon!Blaine is my everything :)