#klaine word scramble

[klaine-word-scramble]

It's back! Everyone is invited to participate by writing Klaine drabbles, one-shots, and/or multi-chapter fanfics! If you're not a writer, you can participate by reading and leaving love for the authors (or helping us spread the word by reblogging)! More details coming soon!

[wowbright]

Fic: Out of Eden, Ch. 57, Clear as Day

Chapter 57 of Out of Eden, aka the big Mormon!Klaine fic, is up on AO3.

Fic Summary: As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Blaine Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt’s best-laid plans fall apart.

Chapter Summary: A lesson on the law of chastity doesn’t go as expected.

They weren't touching, but they were close enough that Blaine could feel the warmth radiating off Kurt’s body—or at least, he imagined he could. If Kurt scooted in just two centimeters closer, their shoulders would touch, and Blaine would feel it for sure. What Blaine definitely felt now was Kurt's breath, coming in soft puffs out of his nose and from between his lips, smelling faintly of orange Tic Tacs.

Read it on AO3: Chapter 57—Clear as Day

Additional notes: This chapter is totally new material—none of it has appeared on Tumblr. Based on these prompts: Tan Hands and Tan Lines—reproach and Klaine Word Scramble 2023—tangent. Thanks to @gleefulpoppet for the art and beta! Any mistakes are my computer's :P

[bitbybitwrites]

Sanctuary - Klaine fan fic (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) - Chp 1

So here's a little something I've been thinking about, which was inspired by this artwork by @datshitrandom and a sort of a prompt by @justgleekout who had asked for a medieval prince!blaine and an elf!kurt meeting in the woods.

And so this fic was born.

Also, I'm really fascinated by the @klaine-word-scramble challenge. I've loved the stories that folks have written so far for it, so here's me taking a ( really slow- because that's just how I roll) start on it.

Not sure how many of the prompts will finish out the story - I'm flying by the seat of my pants on this one. Also note - the rating may or may not change as well.

Thanks for coming along for the ride!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Glee

Relationship: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Elf!Kurt, medievalprince!blaine, klainewordscramble2023

Language:English

Collections:Klaine Word Scramble 2023

Stats:Published:2023-08-29

Updated:2023-08-29

Words:1,779

Chapters:1/?

[gleefulpoppet]

For the @klaine-word-scramble 2023 challenge. Chapter 1: Power Over Me [3245 Words] [AU] Kurt is one of the most respected and talked about men in the fashion industry and business world. His Style•Revolution app is the fastest-growing app in history. Recently, he moved the company to Seattle to be at the heart of the newest technology epicenter in the United States. Yet with all his success, experience keeps teaching him to be wary of people’s motives who want to be close to him, and he wonders if he’ll be alone forever. Or maybe this city has plans for him that he can’t imagine when his gaze locks with a mysterious man with golden eyes.

You can read it from the beginning on AO3 [here].

[kirakiwiwrites]

Didn’t get as many this time, but laughed a lot writing this!

For this one, we are going back again to before the kids came along. If you have read any of our other stuff, you know we love Cooper so we had to have him in one. We might do one with him and the kids if we have a good idea.

Thanks to @klaine-word-scramble!

(Aug 7 entry - 942 words)

Warnings: explicit language

Title: Raven Expensive

Kurt trudged up the stairs to his apartment, his day finally over. Although it had been a mentally exhausting day being hurried from one audition to another, they had gone well for the most part and he was optimistic. He hoped to have a nice, relaxing evening, but he knew that probably wouldn’t happen. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what he knew awaited him inside his apartment. Blaine’s brother Cooper was visiting and staying with them. He was mostly entertaining, slightly exhausting, and overall meant well. It didn’t stop Blaine bickering with him though. From the muffled argument he could hear from outside the door, Kurt realized with a sigh it was happening yet again.

“Cooper, it’s a terrible idea. The worst really.”

“Stop trying to squash my dreams!”

“I’m not trying to squash your dreams, you walnut! I’m trying to keep you from embarrassing yourself and me! And our entire family!”

“Dream squisher!”

Kurt hooked his keys next to Blaine’s on the wall and dropped his messenger bag on the table as he shook his head at the two brothers. They were in the living room, Cooper kneeling on the couch backwards and poking Blaine in the face repeatedly while his irate husband smacked his finger away. Kurt put his hands on his hips and resigned himself to be mediator yet again.

“Boys, what’s going on? I leave you for a few hours and you are at each others throats? Do I need to ground you both?”

Blaine softened a little at the sight of his husband and kissed his cheek when he came to stand beside him. “Cooper has been binging Ru Paul’s Drag Race again and now he thinks he wants to be a drag queen. I’ve told him just because he’s watched all the seasons—”

“Including Untucked and All Stars! The international shows are next!”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Just because he’s watched one show doesn’t mean he is going to be successful as a drag queen. It’s not just about wanting to—“

“I can do it!” Cooper interrupted much to Blaine’s annoyance. “I can serve cunt! And I’m very pretty as a boy, I’m sure to be gorgeous as a queen!” Tossing his head, he gave Kurt his most dazzling smile that truthfully made him blush a little. He was in love with Blaine, of course, but Cooper definitely had his own charm.

How to make peace? He didn’t want to take sides, but the last thing they needed was Cooper ruining the rest of his visit with a half-cocked idea and upsetting Blaine. Kurt gave Blaine’s hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled at Cooper like he would an unreasonable child. “Have you even done drag before?”

“Not on the stage, darling, but I wore a skirt once!” Cooper pretended to brush his hair behind his ears and then caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He primped a little, pouting out his lips.

“That was a kilt, you dummy. That’s not a skirt,” Blaine grumbled beside Kurt.

“It still counts!” Cooper retorted. “And my legs looked fantastic. You are just jealous that I could pull it off and you couldn’t! You don’t have the charisma, uniqueness, nerve, or talent I have!” He snapped. “That’s called a read dear brother. It’s an insult.”

Blaine’s eye twitched as the last thread of his patience began to unravel. “I know what a fucking read is, Cooper. This is like every other thing you have picked up for two seconds and tossed away!”

Cooper nodded, his eyes sparkling. Yeah, he wasn’t listening whatsoever. “Be real, Blainey. This is my calling and I shall answer her! I’ve even picked out a name! Raven Expensive! Isn’t that just the best!”

Blaine rubbed a hand down his face while Kurt nearly bit his lip off trying not to laugh. It wasn’t the time. Blaine was seconds from losing it completely. “Coop, I say this with love and concern. You would suck at it. You can’t walk in heels. Remember when you decided your destiny was to walk on stilts and travel with the carnival? You nearly broke your tailbone.”

Kurt could see Cooper was about to argue again, so he tried to help Blaine convince him. “Yeah, walking in heels is harder than you think. You have to practice a lot if you don’t want to fall.”

“When did you wear heels?” At the barely contained lust in his voice, Kurt turned to Blaine and blushed at the heated way he was eyeing him.

“For glee club mostly. What? I’ve worn them for Halloween costumes too.” Kurt nudged him for the way he was leering. He could tell by the glazed expression that Blaine had something dirty in mind. “Why do you want to know?”

“Definitely for purely innocent reasons and not perverted ones,” Blaine replied low and growly.

“Look, drag is already bringing this family together!” Cooper exclaimed. “As for the heels, I can learn. Kurt can teach me! Now, I’m thinking for my performance I use lots of fire—“

“Cooper, absolutely not! Kurt, we are going to the shoe store like now. You can dance in heels, right? Like dirty dance?” Blaine was already tugging him towards the door and grabbing his keys. Kurt giggled at the excited gleam in his husband’s eye as he tried to push Kurt out the door while mumbling about how amazing Kurt’s ass would look in heels.

“Wait for me!” Cooper shouted as he flopped off the back of the couch into the floor and hurried after them. “I need shoes too! And I need someone to film my audition video! Guys!”

Words used:

Unravel

Real

Learn

Raven

[daisyishedwig]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson Additional Tags: autistic kurt hummel, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Over protective brother of the year: Finn Hudson, Non-verbal Kurt, Overstimulated Kurt Summary:

Kurt's boyfriend takes him to a rave and then promptly ditches him. When Blaine finds him nearing a meltdown, he helps him to a quieter place.

[teddyshoney]

This story is now complete! All 14 chapters have been written and posted! Thank you to everyone who has been reading! I appreciate all of you! And thank you very much to @klaine-word-scramble for the challenge! It's been fun!

Title: Words Unwritten; Stories Untold Chapter: 14/14 Words: 58,181 Summary: During his first ever author book signing event, self-published poetry author Blaine Anderson meets famous writer Kurt Hummel during a slightly awkward chance encounter. Blaine considers this to be a self-esteem boost and nothing more until an innocent-looking email turns into a whirlwind summer romance that Blaine is certain he'll never forget. To read it from Chapter 12 (the first new chapter), click HERE! To read it from the beginning, click HERE!

[forabeatofadrum]

aap noot mies (1/14)

Summary: Blaine Anderson is just your average New Yorker. One day, he spots an ad by Kurt Hummel, seeking a Dutch language tutor and he decides to go for it. After all, being an actual alien that knows every single language in the universe has to be good for something, right?

Notes: Welcome to my contribution to the @klaine-word-scramble! I am super late to the party, but better late than never! I came up with this idea in 2018 (!) and it felt great to have a reason to revisit it.

This fic is still a WIP, but I hope to update every Wednesday and Saturday.

Also, a huge thanks to @cerriddwenluna for coming up with the summary and for answering to my erratic DMs about the title. The title translates to monkey nut mies, with Mies being a Dutch name. aap noot mies are the first words of het Leesplankje van Hoogeveen, a plaque that was used to teach children how to pronounce Dutch words accurately.

I hope you enjoy.

AO3 | S&C

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WARN - 7 points

There are a few things Blaine should clarify.

Yes, aliens exist. Blaine should know, since he happens to be one.

No, aliens aren’t green and they don’t have many weird knobs. Blaine looks human, or better said, humans look alien.

Yes, aliens have weird superpowers. After all, Blaine has one.

And no, aliens are not going to take over the world using those superpowers. Blaine doesn’t really know how him being able to speak all languages of the universe would help him dominate Earth, but not that he’s interested.

Being a polyglot, which is the human term that best describes Blaine’s superpower, does have its non-world-threatening perks, especially in a multicultural city like New York.

He loves visiting all kinds of areas of the city, to talk with the locals who have immigrated from all over the world. He enjoys being able to fully understand Broadway shows that use different languages, including the ones with sign language. It’s very cathartic to help clueless tourist with finding their way.

And it leads to some extra cash.

That’s what’s on Blaine’s mind when he sees an ad on Craigslist from a certain Kurt Hummel, who is in a dire need of a Dutch tutor.

This isn’t the first time Blaine was someone’s tutor. It’s a great thing, since some languages are so obscure that some people are willing to pay a lot, which Blaine in turn donates to research on lost languages (because that’s the only limitation to his superpower: he cannot speak languages that are lost). Blaine reads through Kurt’s ad, and Kurt writes that he’s sorry that he can’t offer a lot of money, but for some reason Blaine feels compelled to react.

He checks Kurt’s profile. There’s no photo, which is something Blaine’s friends warn him for. Blaine always argues back that even if someone has a photo of a face, you don’t know for sure that it’s real.

Blaine’s made up his mind.

He’s going to react to Kurt’s ad!

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This Kurt lives all the way in Bushwick. Blaine takes the train and the moment he gets squished against a metal pole, he’s jealous of Wes, whose superpower is teleportation.

Or when he’s finding his way to this ‘loft’ and he fails. Then he’s jealous of David’s navigation power.

Look, being a polyglot is definitely useful, but there are even more useful powers out there! New York’s crowdedness is great for Blaine’s power, but it leads to Blaine being lost more often than he’d like to admit. Maybe he should get over his grudge against technology (it’s an alien thing!) and download something like Google Maps.

Blaine’s ten minutes late, but once he finds the right building, he lets out a relieved sigh. He takes the elevator to the right floor. Kurt had written him that it looks shady and that there’s no doorbell, so when Blaine’s at the door he knocks loudly.

The door slides (slides!) open and Blaine is greeted by a man so handsome that despite his linguistics skills, Blaine’s rendered speechless.

[special-bc-ur-part-of-it]

hi I've started a new project for the Klaine Word Scramble, it's the summer camp au I've been wanting to write for a while. if you like summer camp aus, klaine, and friendships with other glee characters then here's:

New Adventures Summer Camp

Summary:

Kurt doesn't know why he agreed to be a camp counselor with Finn for the summer, he doesn't even like camping. In other words, Kurt is pretty sure this summer is going to suck. Enter cute fellow camp counselor Blaine Anderson.

Written for Klaine Word Scramble 2022

Chapter 1/?

“I am hating it here already,” Kurt grumbled as he and Finn drove past the two signs welcoming them to the summer camp. The first sign, the big green one with the white pine tree outlines and the words “New Adventures Summer Camp” marking the entrance, didn’t make the camp seem so bad. But the one they passed as they turned the corner and drove about a quarter mile down the gravel road, the sign declaring “Welcome Happy Campers” with the cartoon tent and the corniest smiling sun and rainbow duo he had ever seen, let Kurt know that he was going to thoroughly not enjoy his summer.

keep reading on ao3

[kurtsascot]

getting older- KWS 2023 Day 2

written for klaine word scramble day 2!

been writing a lot of angst in my wip so i felt inspired to write some fluff- this challenge was super fun;;

i will crosspost on ao3 once i get back from vacation.

enjoy married klaine that is canon (?) compliant

blaine anderson/kurt hummel

rated T, 2394 words

summary: blaine discovers he needs glasses. kurt helps him cope with getting older.

words used: realign, linger, gel, glare, angle

Blaine always knew that this was a possibility, but he didn’t think today would be the day.

“You need glasses,” the shopping mall optometrist says with a degree of nonchalance that only annoys Blaine further. He’s tapping away at his chunky, dated keyboard, working to pull up Blaine’s vision prescription, avoiding eye contact. Blaine has determined that his vision must be so horrendously disgusting that looking him in the eye is out of the question. “You’re getting older, and so are your eyes.”

“I don’t wear glasses,” Blaine says, like it’s a valid argument. “I can’t need glasses.”

The optometrist doesn’t look back. He hits print. “Well, you do need them.” He swivels in his chair and faces Blaine, eyebrows raised, with a face that mimics parental disappointment. “And you should wear them.”

He gets up to leave and Blaine is on his heels. “You don’t get it,” Blaine says, and he’s whining, but this guy really just doesn’t get it. “I’m an actor. Stage makeup is already enough of a headache without glasses or contacts. I can’t have my roles limited.” There’s another optometrist in Blaine’s path, and Blaine does a quick side step to avoid running straight into her. He nicks the back of his optometrist’s-he just met the guy and Blaine’s not possessive but right now this guy is his- heels in the stumble. “Shit, sorry.”

The man hands Blaine’s file off to the receptionist. “Are you really arguing with me?” He straightens out his lab coat, and Blaine tries not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Why does this guy have a lab coat on in the middle of an Ohio mall? He’s not even a real doctor-why is Blaine listening to him? “Look, you can’t see up close, and your distance vision needs a little help. Since you are more farsighted, you can probably get away with not wearing any glasses on stage and see just fine.”

“Probably?” Blaine needs something definitive.

Fake-doctor guy just shrugs. “I don’t know what you do for a living, man, and I really don’t care.” He gestures with his working, perfect eyes behind Blaine. “Go pick out some frames. We have a buy-one-get-one sale going on.”

Blaine doesn’t move. He shuffles on his feet. His hand roots around his pants pocket for his phone. “This can’t be happening,” he mutters to himself.

The receptionist gives the optometrist a worried look. He just shrugs again and walks off into the back.

Blaine momentarily entertains following him- he wasn’t even done talking to him- but, no, that’d be crazy and controlling. Blaine’s trying to not be like that anymore.

The receptionist’s voice pulls Blaine out of his crisis. She sounds mousy. “Glasses aren’t that bad,” she tries. “They can help elevate your personal style.”

“My style does not need elevated,” Blaine defends, shooting a text. He’s squinting at the screen as he sends it, hoping that whatever blurred jargon he typed actually meant something. “This is the worst day of my life.”

“If this is the worst day of your life, can we switch places?” Her expression is less affectionate now, and she gives Blaine a pointed look. “I have to deal with disgruntled customers arguing with our staff and moping.”

Blaine’s eyes may narrow at her, but it’s honestly half a squint. He lets out a huff. “It’s not personal. I’m not mad at you specifically.”

“Right, but you are taking it out on me.”

Blaine opens his mouth to defend himself, but stops. He knows she’s right. “I’m sorry,” he offers. For the first time since stepping in the store, he actually looks around. “Any of the frames here will work with the sale?”

She offers Blaine a soft smile. “Any frames. You will have to let me know if you want two pairs bifocals, or one pair of bifocals and one pair for distance, or-“ She starts shuffling through Blaine’s file, and her gaze stops mid-way on the page. “I would recommend bifocals.” She looks up at Blaine. “How long have you not been able to see?”

Now, Blaine’s embarrassed. He looks around the store and no one is pointing and laughing at him, so, that’s good. No ones even paying attention to him.

Somehow, it still feels like they are. “I’m going to go look at frames,” he mutters, saying it aloud to hold himself accountable, and steps away from the counter.

Shopping for glasses, Blaine discovers, should be a torture tactic that the US government reserves for enemies of the state. The frames look promising displayed, but none look right on his face. Certain frames look so similar that the price jump is laughable. Other frames Blaine doesn’t even attempt to try on because, well, there is a reason some of them are so cheap. They look clunky or dated.

Like the frames, Blaine feels dated. He isn’t one to get hung up on age, but he’s in his thirties now, and today, well, he is feeling that old.

Older, even. He should just check himself into an retirement village at this point. First his eyes, then his mobility-his mind surely is soon to follow, if he hasn’t started to lose it already.

Blaine might currently be losing it.

Blaine loves sunglasses shopping. Sunglasses shopping makes him feel chic. Why is this so painful?

Blaine’s just staring at the discarded, already tried-on and not instantly hated frames lined up in front of him when Kurt shows up.

“I got your text.” Kurt looks a little flustered. He hangs his sunglasses off the neckline of his shirt. “What’s the emergency?” Across his collarbone there’s a thin sheen of sweat from the summer heat, and Blaine can’t help but look. “Hey-my eyes are up here.”

Blaine tears his focus away from Kurt’s neck and up to his face. He is looking at Blaine with a soft, amused expression, but there’s some tension held in his jaw. “You came.”

“What’s the emergency?” Kurt asks. He plays with Blaine’s hair a top of his head. It was humid today, and Blaine had to use some gel. He wishes he would have been able to keep his hair fluffy-maybe this whole ordeal wouldn’t feel so restrictive. “Are your eyes going to fall out of your head?”

“I need glasses,” Blaine laments.

Kurt blinks at him, then steps back and scoffs. “I left work early because you need glasses?!”

“Shit-I forgot what day it was.”

“I can’t skip out on rehearsal, Blaine. I can’t set a bad example for all the fresh-out-of-college extras.”

“I know.” Blaine groans. “I’m sorry. I was-I am freaking out, okay.”

“I got that from your text,” Kurt deadpans, but gets closer to him nonetheless, so they are standing shoulder to shoulder. His eyes survey the plethora of frames in front of them. “You need glasses?” The question sounds softer now, more emphatic.

“Bifocals,” Blaine corrects with a grimace. “I’m officially old.”

“I’m older than you.”

“And yet, you don’t need glasses.”

Kurt picks up a frame holds it up to the light, turning his hand to take it in from a different angle. “I take care of my eyes,” he says, not looking at Blaine. “I told you those exercises I do are important.” He tilts his head and passes Blaine a glance. “You should stretch your eyes, especially when you insist on reading in low light. Or, at least put on a lamp.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says, but he’s not really listening. He’s focusing on the endless variety of frames in front of him and how they are all terrible and make him feel terrible.

“Hey.” Kurt places a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and holds him steady, rubbing his thumb in small circles. “Do you want my help?”

Tension is released from Blaine’s shoulders that Blaine wasn’t aware he was holding. He visibly exhales and hangs his head. “Yes.” He rolls his shoulders back and picks up one of the glasses frames he has been eyeing, putting them quickly over his ears. “What do you think of these?” Blaine asks as he turns away from the mirror and towards Kurt.

Kurt fights off a nose twitch and steps back. “Those are-“ He knows Blaine is going through it, and he’s trying to be polite-“Different.” A beat. “I don’t think they suit you.”

“You can say they look bad on me.”

Kurt exhales a sigh of relief. “They look bad on you,” he admits. “You look like a cartoon character,” he adds without thought.

Blaine laughs and puts the glasses back on the display, far away from his pile of maybes. He picks up another pair, puts them on, and turns towards Kurt. “Okay. And these?”

Kurt blinks at him. “I don’t know. It’s hard to tell.” He looks up. “You know, with the lighting and the glare.”

“I can get anti-glare lenses.”

“Yeah…” Kurt trails off.

Blaine takes off the glasses and puts them back with an amused hum.

“Look,” Kurt says. He starts going through Blaine’s pile and putting the ones back that he hates, not even asking Blaine to try them on. “You can get frames anywhere. It doesn’t have to be here. We can order a bunch online and try them on at home.”

“Yeah, but,” Blaine clears his throat and picks up a pair that Kurt hasn’t gotten to yet. He puts them on and says to his reflection, “If I don’t get them today, I feel like I won’t get them at all.”

Kurt watches Blaine in the mirror. There’s a moment where Kurt studies Blaine’s face, and then, he lets out a sigh. “Okay.” He steps forward and looks at the frames in front of him, only this time, he is actually looking at them. “Let’s do this then.”

Instantly, Kurt picks up a pair from the wall and hands them to Blaine by one of the ear pieces. “This one,” Kurt says, sounding so sure of himself. Blaine falls a little more in love with him. “This one is nice.”

Blaine swaps the pair he has on for Kurt’s selection. It’s different from the others he tried on, but they look okay, Blaine thinks- they aren’t prescription yet, so, like, he can’t be sure he doesn’t look stupid. “I like them.” Blaine means it when he says it, but he’s not entirely convinced that he can be someone that just…wears glasses. “Do you like them?”

Kurt nods. “I do. You look distinguished.”

Blaine raises an eyebrow and leans closer to the mirror. “You think?” He turns his face side to side. “Isn’t distinguished a nicer way to say old?”

“No, it’s something entirely different.” Kurt places both his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and gives them a little rub. “Distinguished is hot.” He pecks Blaine’s cheek, his lips against his stubble. “You look hot.”

Blaine feels the smile before he sees it. He straightens his posture a bit, and gives himself another look. “Okay, you’re right. I like them.” He turns to face Kurt on his heels, snaking his hands around his lower back. “Thank you.”

Kurt hums in response, a small smile spread across his face. He gives Blaine’s shoulders a squeeze and brings his lips down to meet Blaine’s. It’s mostly innocent-they are in public- but Kurt’s affection always gives Blaine a lingering, floaty feeling, and now that they have settled on a pair of glasses, Blaine’s mind is floating away along with his restraint to keep this kiss simple and chaste.

When Kurt pulls back, he takes a bit of Blaine’s heart with him. Blaine thinks he has a bit of Kurt’s heart too- if they were keeping score over all these years, Blaine thinks there’s an even split. “I love you, you know that right.” Kurt pulls the glasses down Blaine’s face by the nose bridge, letting them rest on the tip. “Bad eyesight and all.”

Blaine’s grinning like an idiot, but he doesn’t care. He pushes the frames back to realign them. “I love you too,” Blaine says. He glances back towards the receptionist, who waves them over, looking entertained. “We should pay for these. If you are serious about them.”

Kurt steps back and pulls the frames off of Blaine’s face. “I didn’t even look at the price,” he mumbles as they make their way towards the counter. In a couple weeks, they’ll have to come back once the lenses come in to get the frames fitted, but today, it feels like the glasses are already Blaine’s.

Then, Kurt lets out an unsettled, amused squeak as he eyes the price tag, and his cheeks pinken.

Blaine attempts to decipher the number, but Kurt holds the frames over Blaine’s head and passes them to the secretary, taking advantage of their slight height difference. “Don’t worry about it,” Kurt says, pulling out his wallet “My treat.”

“Kurt-“

“Blaine, if you knew how much they were,” he says as the woman swipes his card, “you wouldn’t get them.”

Blaine blinks. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Hey,” Kurt leans on the counter and Blaine’s eyes naturally follow the motion. “They make you happy. You like them. Let me get you something you like-I splurge on my own wardrobe often enough.” The receptionist hands Kurt’s card back, and Kurt grabs it between two fingers. “We can invest in something that you wear every day.”

“You make me happy,” Blaine corrects, watching as Kurt places the card back in his wallet. “I don’t need anything expensive.”

“Well, buying you this makes me happy.” Kurt hold’s Blaine’s forearm and gives it a squeeze. It’s like Kurt knows Blaine’s floating, and he’s prepared to anchor him. “Let me be happy.”

Blaine finds himself nodding because, really, there isn’t another option when Kurt is looking at him like that, with a fondness that seems intuitive, as natural as breathing. “Alright.” He’s smiling and presses a kiss to Kurt’s lips. It’s half teeth, but it’s perfect. “Let’s be happy together.”

A little later, as they shuffle around car seats to find space for Kurt’s impromptu clothing haul and throw away half-opened water bottles and their daughter’s forgotten candy wrappers, Blaine realizes that getting older isn’t so bad, as long as he can do it with Kurt.

Glasses have a way of letting you see things clearly.

[kriskubed]

Klaine Word Scramble 2023 - Day 1

I really didn't plan on doing this, but I saw the first prompt and this just sort of happened, so... We shall see if more prompts get written!

LNSEDAC (Candles, Dance, Lane, Sea, Cane)

A glimpse at older Klaine enjoying a sweet moment in Provincetown.

[on AO3]

After spending their impromptu honeymoon there, it became tradition for Kurt and Blaine to visit Provincetown each year. Sometimes they’d come for their anniversary in November, others to revel at Pride, but in recent years they had taken to making their annual trip in September, after the crowds of summer had died down, and before the chill of late fall set in. They weren’t as young as they once had been, and they appreciated the slower pace as well as being able to enjoy strolling on the beach without bundling up against the elements.

They had just finished dinner at one of their favorite restaurants and were meandering down the lane back to their little cottage by the sea arm in arm. In his opposite hand, Kurt held a cane , which he claimed was simply for fashion but Blaine knew he carried for an extra bit of security on longer walks ever since his knee surgery two years before. He’d rarely needed it after his initial recovery, but it was a comfort to him nonetheless. And Blaine had to admit he did look dashing carrying it.

The sun was setting as they made their way up the path to “their” house. They’d been renting the same place for decades, ever since they’d had both the time and the money to get away for more than just a few days, and the tiny house was full of memories. Kurt headed for the front door, but Blaine tugged at his arm and led him instead through the side garden to the flagstone patio in back that looked out over the beach. “Come on,” he said. “It’s a beautiful night. Let’s not go inside just yet.” Kurt smiled and followed willingly. 

Lights twinkled from the beams of the pergola overhead as dusk settled in, and Blaine set about lighting the candles that were scattered around in metal lanterns and glass hurricane lamps artfully arranged on the patio’s various tables. When he was done he returned to Kurt’s side.

“ Dance with me?”

“There’s no music,” Kurt protested, even as he took Blaine in his arms. 

“When has that stopped us before?”

Blaine settled his cheek against Kurt’s shoulder, fitting right into the spot that had first come to feel like home more than sixty years before. 

They shuffled around the patio to nothing but the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. It was Blaine who finally broke the silence, his breath warm against Kurt’s neck as he began to sing.

“Never knew I could feel like this…”

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Fic: Out of Eden, Ch. 56, Every Beautiful Thought

Chapter 56 of Out of Eden, aka the big Mormon!Klaine fic, is up on AO3.

Fic Summary: As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Blaine Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt’s best-laid plans fall apart.

Chapter Summary: Holly Holliday causes trouble. An incident occurs at the bus stop. Mason McCarthy appears to have a crush on the new sister missionary. And Kurt has a lot of feelings.

Blaine picked Kurt's ring up from the pavement and slipped it onto his fourth finger next to his own CTR ring. The metal of the band felt warmer than the day around him. Even in its battle-scarred condition, it felt natural on his finger, like it belonged there: the weight of it, the warmth of it, the fact of how well it fit.

Read it on AO3: Chapter 56—Every Beautiful Thought

Additional notes: Lots of stuff in this chapter that has never been seen on Tumblr! Thanks to @gleefulpoppet for the art and beta! Any mistakes are mine.

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For the @klaine-word-scramble 2023 Challenge Day 13. Sonder Chapter 13: Right Now, We're on the Top [2560 Words]

“Cooper used to have this simple fishing rod that he would hook things on like giant plastic spiders. Like Halloween ones? And then stand around corners and dangle it over my head when I’d come up the stairs. Or sneak up behind me when I was looking in my closet and lower it in front of me.” “Rude!” Kurt says with indignation. “I couldn't agree more! I’m surprised I have a singing voice at all. I screamed myself hoarse a few times. He always got in trouble, but Cooper was Cooper. My parents did their best, but my gosh, he was a handful.”

You can read Chapter 13 [here] or from the beginning on AO3 [here].

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This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Thanks @klaine-word-scramble for the fun!

Don’t Know Whether It’s Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

“Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry Kurt! I need you!”

“Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed.”

“And I don’t need sleep? You think it’s easy for me to function like this?” She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. “Who is that?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Guess,” Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel’s tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. “Does she know what time it is?”

“Mhm.”

“You should never have done it in the first place,” Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn’t get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. “Rachel! Shut up!”

“Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won’t call for the rest of the night! I’m desperate here!” She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn’t really moved.

“This is your crotch goblin,” Kurt snapped. “We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?” Now, he truly loved Rachel’s son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

“Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking,” she soothed. “Now, I’m going to do a voice call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. “Where is the child’s father?”

“It’s okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better,” she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn’t even acknowledge her as he screamed again. “Jesse is working on that movie and won’t be back until next week. Now pick up!”

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice’s chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

“Brice? Hey buddy.”

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

“Hi. What’s the big deal?” Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt’s name. “Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep.”

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. “I’m telling you, it’s all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants.”

Kurt grinned. “Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!” He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

“He likes you better than me,” Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice’s face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. “Rachel, that’s not true! Hey, don’t cry! Listen, you’re just tired and alone. It won’t be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?”

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. “If I last that long.”

“You will.” He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. “I’m going to bed, Rach. I’ll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait! You have to sing!” Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. “Please, Kurt! He won’t sleep otherwise!”

“I thought you could sing?” Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. “You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better.”

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. “He likes it when you sing. Please?”

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn’t do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) “I’ll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving Mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?”

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn’t being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. “‘Bout—“

“Wait!” Rachel interrupted. “You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance.”

“Rachel, it’s too early for choreography,” Kurt replied, exasperated.

“Please?” She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. “You have to commit to it!”

“Fine,” Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. “But I’m billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use.” He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn’t worry about making it look good this early in the morning. “'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ.”

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel’s neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby’s eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” she whispered. “I have no idea why he won’t do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake.”

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. “The boy knows talent, what can I say?” He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t even argue. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine’s head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine’s. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine’s quiet murmur.

“Le Jazz Hot?”

“Yes. Le Jazz Hot.”

“Why don’t you just record it?”

“We tried that. Rachel says he knows it’s not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it’s over.”

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Mhmm.”

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

“What do you think about us losing more sleep?”

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine’s back. “Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I’m so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Well, now I’m a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?”

At this, Kurt’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. “Seriously? You want a baby?”

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. “Yes I do. We’ve talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don’t know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you.” He toyed with the collar of Kurt’s silk pajama shirt. “You are just so good with him, I know you’d be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?” He smiled up at him hopefully.

“I don’t know…”

Blaine’s smile began to fade away.

“What if they sleep even less than Brice?”

Blaine’s sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt’s chest. “Don’t scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?”

“I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you.”

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt’s lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt’s lips. “I’m so excited I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.” Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn’t wait.

“Well, why don’t you come up with some names you like and I’m going back to sleep.” He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

“Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!” He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. “Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn’t a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn’t it? I don’t know about Glinda. It’s not a bad name, but is it our baby? There’s always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—“

“Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head,” Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt’s top button. “Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you’ll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…”

“Blaine.”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t think I’m not waking you up like you said.”

Kurt didn’t reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn’t wait!

Words used:

Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)

[thnxforknowingme]

Cohabiting

Klaine, Rated T, 1k words

Summary: Set between New Directions and New New York, during Blaine’s first semester at NYADA (or, quarter? I guess I don’t know what academic calendar NYADA uses). Living in close quarters with your former crush can be awkward, especially when your fiancé can relate.

Notes: I’ve had this idea for ages, and the @klaine-word-scramble motivated me to actually write it out! I believe I used words from all six of the currently-extant scrambles, including: brain, academy, mad, very, bare, year, gasping, sing, sip, tickle(d), vacated, and act.

Blaine was sitting on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, reading an analysis of storytelling techniques in Oklahoma! when he heard his name being called.

“Blaine, buddy,” Sam was saying. “I’m going for a run, you wanna come?”

Blaine finished the sentence he was on before glancing up. When his eyes landed on Sam, he could barely refrain from gasping.

Sam was standing outside the bathroom, wearing a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. And they were short, like 1980s-basketball-uniform short.

God, look at his thighs, Blaine’s brain thought without his permission. How has he still not signed a modeling contract?

Before Blaine could formulate a response - or even process what Sam had asked, really - Kurt spoke up from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter. “Where’d you get that outfit, Sam?”

Sam glanced over at Kurt. “Thrift store down the block,” he said. “My McKinley gym clothes were getting ratty, so I needed something new to work out in.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Remember to wear sunscreen.”

Blaine took a deep breath, trying not to blush. He hoped Kurt hadn’t noticed him ogling Sam. “I can’t go for a run,” he said, pointing at his computer. “I’ve got homework.”

Sam walked across the room, leaning over Blaine’s shoulder to look at his computer screen. Sam’s bare bicep was inches from Blaine’s face as he reached out to adjust the laptop, and his breath tickled Blaine’s ear as he said, “I don’t get it. It’s an academy of dramatic arts, right? Shouldn’t your homework just be to sing or act or whatever?”

Blaine knocked Sam’s hand away from his computer. “We have to read about stuff, too. Learning the theory behind performance is just as important as the performance itself.”

“Huh,” Sam said, straightening up. “Well, I’m gonna head out. Be back in like an hour.”

He slipped a hair tie off of his wrist as he walked to the loft’s door, pulling his hair into a ponytail.

Once Sam had vacated the apartment, leaving just Kurt and Blaine behind, Blaine turned his attention back to his reading. He’d only gotten through another paragraph when he heard footsteps approaching him, and then the couch cushion sank as Kurt settled on his right side.

“What’s up?” Blaine asked, his eyes flicking over to his fiancé. 

Kurt had a mug of coffee cradled in his hands, and was looking back at him with something like curiosity. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied, setting his laptop aside to give Kurt his full attention.

Kurt brought his coffee to his lips and took a slow sip. “Have you ever been into Sam?”

Blaine spluttered, his body overtaken by shock and guilt. “What?” he exclaimed. “What are you talking about? Of course not -”

Kurt pressed a reassuring hand to Blaine’s knee. “Don’t worry,” he interrupted in a mild tone. “I’m not accusing you of anything. It’s just that I know he’s your best friend, and he’s obviously very attractive, so I wondered if you ever…?”

“You’re my best friend,” Blaine insisted.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Second-best, then. And you’re avoiding the question.” He gave Blaine’s leg a gentle squeeze. “I won’t get mad at the answer, I promise.”

Blaine stared back at Kurt, but found nothing accusatory or hurt in his expression. He seemed genuinely unbothered by the whole situation.

Blaine glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. “Okay,” he said finally, “last year there was…a period of time…where I had just the slightest crush on Sam.”

“I knew it,” Kurt said, his smile turning smug.

Blaine groaned. “It didn’t mean anything! I just missed you so much, and he was there being nice and cute - I promise it was nothing. Please don’t lord this over me.”

“I would never!” Kurt said, his tone light. “After all, it’d be a little hypocritical.”

Blaine turned his head to face Kurt. “...what??”

Kurt shrugged. “I’m not saying I ever had a crush on him,” he said. “But when he first transferred to McKinley I was…interested, I suppose. In the possibility of him.”

Blaine felt his eyes widen. “Kurt!” he chastised. “How have you never told me this?”

“And then when he moved in with us senior year?” Kurt whispered conspiratorially. “Torture. He’d come to breakfast half-naked, or get back from swim practice all sweaty and damp.”

“Kurt!” Blaine gasped, scandalized.

Kurt gave him a cheeky grin, taking another sip of his drink. “All I’m saying is that…if it’s a bit, let’s say, challenging to have him in the same apartment, I can relate. Even with his stupid hair, he’s still very cute.”

Blaine leaned forward, hiding his face against Kurt’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Kurt said. “I’m empathizing with you.”

“You’re embarrassing me,” Blaine replied, but there was no bite to it.

Kurt wrapped his free arm around Blaine, pulling him closer. Blaine happily surrendered to his embrace. “You’re only human,” Kurt said. “And god, those shorts.”

“They were ridiculous,” Blaine agreed. “How could he not realize what he was doing?”

Kurt laughed, the movement jostling Blaine slightly. “The cluelessness is part of his charm. There’s a reason every girl in glee club was in love with him at some point or another. I understand the appeal.”

Blaine shifted his head so that he could look up at Kurt. “No one’s as appealing as you.”

Kurt smiled softly. “That was never in question.”

He pressed a kiss to Blaine’s hairline, and then pulled away. Blaine watched the graceful lines of Kurt’s body as he stood up. “I’ll let you get back to your homework,” he said, walking back towards the kitchen. “After all, you’ve got less than an hour until Sam shows up all post-workout sexy and distracts you again.”

“Hey!” Blaine called out, defensive, watching the teasing look that Kurt threw back at him. “Not fair.” But he grabbed his computer and opened it back up, because even if he’d never admit it aloud, Kurt did sort of have a point.