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[angelhummel]

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[mynonah]

For Falling For You by bitbybit (puttingittogether), @bitbybitwrites ' lovely universe <3

[heartsmadeofbooks]

[Preview - New fic]: Undiscovered.

Happy Klaine day everybody!

Of course I had to do something special today, for our boys, so here’s the preview of my upcoming fic Undiscovered, which will begin on Wednesday, April 3rd. This fic will only be available on AO3, so if you read my fics on FF.net, keep in mind that I won’t be updating there anymore.

Undiscovered is both a guilty pleasure and a self-indulgence. It was born out of an idea that @blog-carmex gave me what feels like a million years ago, and it kind of exploded from there. For a while it was nothing but PWP in my head, until the perfect plot came along. So, needless to say, this might be my spiciest fic to date.

It wouldn’t exist at all, though, without @blog-carmex, who planted the seed in my head; or without @nerdishedits, who not only made the beautiful teaser cover (and is working on the actual cover) but watered that damn seed until it grew into a monstrous plant that took over half my life; or without the always amazing @christinejaneanderson, who trims the leaves and tends to its wellbeing until it looks like the perfect little plant we all knew it could be. So thanks to you, ladies, for everything.

Without further ado, here’s the preview of the first chapter, and I hope I’ll see you all for a new adventure on April 3rd!

The only sound echoing in the dining room was the cutlery gently hitting the porcelain plates. The attempts to play music in the background had been rejected, like Christmas music might ruin… what? The holiday spirit? The meal? The absolute discomfort they were now forced to sit in?

Blaine Anderson loved Christmas – he just didn’t particularly enjoy spending the holidays with his parents.

He glanced up – hazel eyes quickly roaming around the table, as if trying to find an opening, something to fill this unbearable silence. He found his brother staring back at him, eyebrows a little raised, mouth tilted in one of the corners in what could only be a sarcastic little grin. Cooper didn’t seem as uncomfortable as he was, but then again, Cooper was great at pretending nothing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as Blaine thought it was. He was just a little less used to being home (was it even home, still? It hadn’t felt like home when he lived here, most times) since he had gone away to college. New York had embraced him like he had always belonged there, like his heart had been made to absorb the sounds of the city and turn them into heartbeats.

Blaine had never quite fit in anywhere like he belonged in New York. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t sit for dinner with his parents without feeling like he was slightly suffocating.

Cooper, completely unconcerned, pushed his plate away and sat back more comfortably. “Delicious, mom. Loved the duck. It wasn’t dry at all.”

Pam Anderson glanced up at him and smiled gently. “Thanks, dear. Glad you enjoyed it. There’s more if you want…”

“Oh, no, no, I’m stuffed,” Cooper said, patting his belly. “I got to watch my weight or they’re going to hate me at work.”

“Oh yes,” Pam said. “How’s the play going? I’m so sorry we haven’t had a chance to go see it yet. Life can be so busy, you know…”

Blaine noticed that the smile on Cooper’s face got a little more forced than usual. There was always an excuse with their parents. They were always busy. There was always something that was slightly more important than being there for their children.

They weren’t children anymore, though. They had both accepted things as they were: Pam and John Anderson would never be picture-perfect parents, not only because that was impossible, but also because they weren’t interested in it. They had scraped by doing the bare minimum to be considered good parents and called it a job well done.

Cooper had always been a bit better at accepting that, Blaine guessed. He wasn’t sure if it was because Cooper had gotten to experience them when they were younger, more open, more patient, or if he just didn’t care anymore.

Blaine would always wonder and never dare to actually ask if they had gotten bored of trying when he was born. He was a lot younger than Cooper. Maybe he had been an accident. Maybe they hadn’t exactly been planning to have another kid…

Cooper was twelve years older than Blaine. For a very, very long time, they hadn’t exactly understood each other. But at some point it was like it finally clicked for them that, if they wanted to have a family, they had to be there for each other, because their parents weren’t going to change, weren’t going to become warmer, wouldn’t be what they had always expected parents to be…

When Blaine moved to New York after high school, Cooper had surprised him by following him there. He used the excuse that he wanted to try his luck at auditioning for plays instead of staying in Los Angeles and focusing only on films and TV shows, but Blaine had seen right through his lie: he wanted to be closer to his little brother. Still, he appreciated it. They had learned to be in each other’s corners, and Blaine was grateful that Cooper had been there as he started to navigate the new city and the new stage of his life.

“The play’s wonderful,” Cooper said. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go soon. It’ll be running for a while, I think.” He looked at Blaine, and Blaine dreaded whatever was about to come out of his brother’s mouth next. He had the habit of getting him into trouble and was absolutely no help getting him out of it afterwards. “Blaine’s been to see it a couple of times, despite how busy he’s been with his classes and everything…”

Blaine widened his eyes slightly, a silent warning that his brother completely ignored.

“Ah, yes,” their father said, finally putting down his fork, like they were finally talking about something that interested him. “Your classes, Blaine. How are they going? I expect you’ve passed every single one of them?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Blaine muttered awkwardly. He glared at Cooper once more, as his brother did encouraging gestures that were not subtle at all. He sighed. “Well, actually… I’ve made a decision regarding my major, so…”

John sat back, eyebrow arched – those thick, dark eyebrows that looked so much like Blaine’s – and fixed Blaine with a serious look. “What do you mean you’ve made a decision regarding your major? I though we’ve settled on medicine…”

We’ve settled on medicine. Like Blaine had been given a choice at all. Like it hadn’t been entirely up to John to decide what Blaine was going to do with his life.

“I’ve decided to change my major to music,” Blaine blurted out, before he could lose his nerve. “Medicine is definitely a great career, but I don’t want to be a doctor…”

“Music?” John repeated, like he didn’t understand the meaning of that word. “So another one of my children has decided to be a starving artist?”

“Hey! I’m not starving,” Cooper protested, but no one was paying attention to him for once.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing with a music education, huh?” John asked, blue eyes so much like Cooper’s fixed on Blaine like he was the only person still sitting at the table. “Play guitar in a subway station for spare change? Wait tables during the day and play at some second rate bar at night?”

Blaine moved uncomfortably on his seat. “There’s nothing wrong with any of those things, but… I actually want to compose music. Maybe for musicals, maybe for movies, maybe just… play music.”

“Just play music,” John said and scoffed. “A very solid plan, son.”

“I just don’t want to live a life I’m not satisfied with,” Blaine said a little desperately. “And I know you guys really wanted me to be some sort of successful professional, but I have to do what’s best for me, right? I have to be happy with myself when I get out of bed in the morning…”

Pam seemed to notice the tension was growing, because she tried to smooth things over: “Of course, Blaine. We understand. Your father is just concerned that…”

But John shook his head, stopping her. “That is an incredibly childish outlook on life, Blaine. Happiness is ephemeral. You need a steady income and a respectable career…”

“Who says I can’t get that?” Blaine asked him. Part of him was starting to get angry, but the rest of him, the larger part that was usually too careful, too prone to put his head down whenever his father barked an order at him wouldn’t let the anger truly rise. “Why can’t you just… believe in me?”

John groaned, like he didn’t have the time for his children’s dreamy dispositions. “I don’t know where we went wrong with you two. I thought we raised you to have a good head on your shoulders.”

Blaine glanced at Cooper, who looked like he had just been slapped. He felt a bit like that, too. He had expected some resistance to his new career path, but their father was being overly harsh. He didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me,” he said quietly. “But it’s my life. I want to do what I think is right.”

Slowly, John nodded, like he was considering Blaine’s words. Then he stood up, leaving the napkin carefully on the table. “Very well. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be paying for it.”

“John…” Pam started. “Let’s not be hasty…”

“I’m not going to put him through college just so he can throw his life away, Pam!” John exclaimed.

“We can talk about this some other day,” Pam insisted. “It’s Christmas, John.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” John replied. “He’s free to do whatever he wants, of course. He can spend the rest of his days scraping by and counting dimes so he can make rent. I’m not going to help him in any way. Pay your way through college, Blaine. And if you ever come to your senses and realize you’ve made a mistake, I’ll be more than happy to help you get a real degree.”

He walked out of the dining room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.

Cooper cleared his throat. “Well,” he muttered after a couple of minutes. “What’s for desert, then?”

Blaine pushed his plate away. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

[lindseeeeeey]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[rockitmans]

Running Interference

Summary: Kurt and Blaine don't want to get set up on blind dates. But when their friends get involved, what they want doesn't really matter.

Rated: T

Words: 3.8k

~~~~~

“You should let me set you up with someone,” Rachel says apropos of nothing. Kurt blinks tiredly at her. It’s a Thursday morning. He hasn’t even had coffee yet. He feels ambushed. 

“No.” 

“Kurt. When you came to New York, you wanted to experience everything this city has to offer. What exactly are you experiencing, watching Real Housewives in your pyjamas every night?”

“I go out. I do things. I came to Callbacks with you just last week,” Kurt mutters defensively. 

“With me and Jesse. And Santana and Dani. You see the problem here?”

“Yes. You’re awful.”

Rachel glares. “My friend Sam knows a guy that would be perfect for you.”

“You mean you don’t even know the actual guy you're trying to set me up with? Hard pass.”

“He’s cute. And he sings,” Rachel wheedles. “And I’m pretty sure he’s gay. If Sam can ever truly be trusted with these assessments.”

“Very encouraging. And my answer remains no.”

“Just think about it.”

Kurt sighs. 

Continue on AO3

[gleefulpoppet]

NEW STORY! Amid a period of healing solitude, Blaine crosses paths with Kurt, an inquisitive journalist. What begins as a casual conversation over an annotated book in a café becomes a blazing fire between their hearts. As the layers of their connection deepen, they learn to navigate the complexities of love, loss, and identity, unraveling a poignant tale that transcends the unexpected boundaries of their pasts. For the @klaineccfanficlibrary 2024 Valentine's Day Challenge Annotations of The Heart Chapter 1/14: I'll Be in Your Head [2787 Words]

You can read it on AO3 [here].

[bitbybitwrites]

Falling For You - (Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Fic) - Chp 5/Epilogue

Story Now Complete!

Here is the final chapter for you, @mynonah! 💖🎄💖

*****

Kurt's gaze traveled across the room to the large window facing the street.  Blaine was looking out it, fidgeting slightly while smoothing down a truly hideous Ugly Christmas sweater that Tracy had picked out for him to wear.  He was too adorable for words.

While Blaine’s attention was focused on the view outdoors, Kurt silently crept up behind him.  He slid his arms around Blaine’s waist and placed his chin on the doctor’s shoulder.

"You're nervous," Kurt murmured softly into his ear.

Blaine sighed as he gripped Kurt’s arms tightly.  “Can you blame me?”

Kurt chuckled as he nuzzled the soft curls at the doctor’s temple.  “You don’t have to be nervous.  They won’t bite, I promise.”

Blaine swallowed loudly.  "It's your parents, Kurt. . . your Dad especially.  I think I have a right to be at least a bit intimidated.  I have a vested interest in him actually liking me.”

“He’s going to love you.  They both will.”

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[little-escapist]

My Secret Santa fic for @fallevs is here!

Love in the Baking

Summary: When Mercedes brings in Kurt's new co-worker, Kurt knows right away that he's screwed.

Some UST, some fluff, some Christmas wishes come true. I hope you like it!

[esilher]

Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

Early Birds by @mynonah

I married this man.

The one who is balancing on the edge of a fountain, looking for the best possible angle to take a picture of a pigeon.

I repeat, balancing on a fountain. For a bird. In the middle of Central Park, at early dawn on a Sunday, because what else would you be doing on a Sunday? Nothing, right? I mean, that's what you want to do, exactly nothing. It's so early that we beat even the most vicious dog owners to it because we needed silence.

You know where else there was silence? At home.

"Hurry up, Honey! It's fucking freezing."

"Language, Kurt! I'm almost done."

"I swear, if you fall into the water again..."

"Shh!"

Oh God… Where was I? Oh right. I married this man.

I'm supposed to get coffee when we're done here. If we ever... And cheesecake, then more coffee. And hopefully lots of mind-blowing sex at home. I deserve it.

He's been standing there for at least 20 minutes, and before that we spent 30 minutes at that really old tree he loves so much. I mean, I was at the tree and he was on it... It's ridiculous.

But come on, look at him! Isn't he adorable?!

Okay, I just have to...

"Kurt!!! What the... How many times have I told you not to take pictures of birds with flash? You scare them away!"

"But I wasn't taking a picture of the bird, Sweetheart. I was taking a picture of you."

"That's... "

"Because you're really cute."

"...very kind of you, Kurt but..."

"Anytime."

"...now I have to start again."

"Excuse me?? You've got to be kidding me!"

Yep. I married this man. ❤️

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy sunday everyone!!

thank you to @bigassbowlingballhead @itsmaybitheway @nocoastposts @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @daisymae-12 and @o0anapher0o for the tags <3!!!

i hope everyone had a great weekend<3 today i am presenting (another) wip LOL

i bring to you another Junora pwp… you can read my first one here<3

June feels the pressure of nimble fingers kneading into the sore spots on her shoulders and a soft sigh escapes her lips. Nora’s thumbs dig into the nap of June’s neck and she lets her head fall forward, gathering her long hair to the side to allow Nora more access.

“I’m sorry you had a rough day, June.” she says delicately, the cadence of her voice sending an involuntary shiver down June’s spine.

Soon, the ache in her neck becomes more bearable and she’s able to turn her head in the way her body wouldn’t let before. But June still feels a tension, though it’s different from what she felt before Nora worked her hands over her neck and back—a churn in her stomach that June has felt one too many times in the presence of her roommate.

June takes in a deep breath through her nose.

“Does that feel better?”

June hums in lieu of a response, her back still turned to Nora. Her hands never leave their place on June’s back, staying meticulously still as if they're trying to detect something under the surface of June’s ribs. She tries not to squirm under her touch, scared that Nora might be able to read right through her calm exterior.

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[kirakiwiwrites]

Um, so hi. Hello. We know it’s been awhile, but if anyone is interested, we have posted a (very long haha) one shot in the Closer To You verse. It was a commission, but it was so fun to revisit this story! We are going to start posting regularly again. Unfortunately, we have had personal reasons for not posting lately, but we hope to begin a new multi chapter fic soon! Thanks for those who have stuck with us ❤️

Much love- A and K

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Welcome to the 9th annual Klaine Valentine’s Challenge! The library will post a song prompt, complete with lyrics and video (if available), at midnight EST starting on February 1 and every single day through February 14th.

The challenge is to inspire new Klaine fanfiction, Klaine fan art, Klaine gif sets, or Klaine fan videos. All with the theme of LOVE. 💗

You're welcome to do whatever your muse tells you. Either write a 14 chapter story (we'd prefer 14 chapter stories), or 14 separate one shots, or you can create art/gif sets/videos. However you interpret the song is up to you. Perhaps the title moves you, the lyrics, just one line in the lyrics - it’s totally up to you. And the more words, the better!

Use the tags #Klaine Fanfiction, #Klaine Fan Art, #Klaine Fan Video depending on what you’re posting, and always include #KlaineValentines2024.

We created an AO3 Collection so all the works can be grouped together.

The library will reblog each entry every day, and upon completion, we will create a masterpost of all the entries.

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[fallevs]

Happy Valentine's Day (almost) to everyone. This is my stupid, silly participation in @klaineccfanficlibrary event ❤️

I hope you appreciate, although it's nothing important.

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time to jot down a real story or create anything meaningful, so let's cut to the chase, I present Kurt's bullet journal with the poems that, over the course of his relationship with Blaine, he wrote.

Have you ever read about how much Blaine loves Kurt, but not how much Kurt loves Blaine? I have. And I think it's simply because Kurt is not someone of grand gestures or romantic talk. Kurt loves in a different, more elegant, quieter way. He speaks in music and in poems and with his eyes. Kurt loves Blaine so much that every important moment or simply a moment spent together, it's pure magic for him.

The first poem is Shivers and Butterflies, set just before Kurt's first Christmas at Dalton, when he falls in love with Blaine but the latter doesn't know it yet. Or does he?

I think of you all the time

you're on my

mind

I wish you were with me.

You leave in the air

the nostalgia of your perfume

like a gardenia

is eternal

you are eternal

for me.

You are in my head

all weekend

shivers and butterflies.

I get the shivers

when I look into your

eyes.

kh