colfershands rudely submitted:
“How long has this been going on exactly?”
“About three years. Since his… accident. He was only fifteen when it happened.”
Kurt paused, frowning to look up at the young woman at his side. “Accident?” he said. “Being beaten nearly to death and watching one of his friends die isn’t really an accident. I’d say they meant to do it.”
She flushed and Kurt turned back to the folder in his hand, flipping through the pages of Blaine Anderson’s history. “So… Dalton is…?”
“It’s like… his fantasy. His Wonderland I guess.” She laughed awkwardly. “He’s created this whole… place in his mind.”
Klaine AU Fridays | Super!Klaine
Word Count: 1,200
Summary/Notes: Blaine has the power to read people’s minds.
(It’s inspired by Misfits but not at all like the show. It has a rather abrupt ending because I want to sleep.)
What most people don’t realise is that there is a vast difference from having a superpower in the movies to having a superpower in real life.
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
I don’t know whether I’m supposed to warn for this but it’s very slightly porny.
It wasn’t not the first time Kurt had come home to a dozen strangers lounging around the spare room that has become Blaine’s bedroom over the past few months. Blaine was sitting on the bed, smirking faintly with a cigarette held loosely in his fingers and smoke curling out of his parted lips when Kurt barged into the room, shutting of the blaring stereo and ordering everyone out.
“You can’t smoke in here,” he snapped, stomping across the room and snatching away Blaine’s cigarette. He crushed the glowing cherry into the knee of Blaine’s jeans before tossing the butt into the trash, coughing at the smell and blinking against the burn of smoke.
Anonymous asked: Kurt washes Blaine’s hair because he is bored.
“Blaine, stop making those noises.”
“I can’t help it, your fingers feel so good.”
Kurt rolls his eyes fondly, shuffling on his knees beside the tub so he can position his arms more comfortably.
“And to think I had to convince you to let me do this.”
“Mmm, forgot.” Blaine angles his head towards Kurt’s hands, sighing in contentment as they work along his scalp. “How are you so good at this?” He groans, his head falling backwards a bit. Kurt tsks, tilting it forward before it hits the wall tiles.
“It always feels good to have your hair washed, Blaine.”
Blaine opens one of his eyes, smiling lazily.
“Is that why you like it so much when I wash your hair?”
Kurt lifts his chin defiantly, mouth pressed tightly shut, moving his fingers until Blaine is moaning again. Kurt feels the wet curl of fingers around his wrist and blinks in surprise before smiling. Blaine smiles back at him before kissing slowly at the inside of Kurt’s wrist.
“You should be in here with me,” he murmurs against Kurt’s skin.
“Yes, because then we definitely would have washed your hair,” Kurt teases, voice breathier than it had been moments before.
“You said you were bored. I don’t see why sex can’t be a solution to boredom.”
“Your powers of seduction will never cease to astound me, Blaine Anderson-Hummel.”
* * *
Blaine’s first realization that there’s someone in his apartment comes when there’s movement directly in front of him.
He yells, instinctively jerking away as his head snaps up from the textbook he’s been bent over, and the intruder yelps — and it’s Kurt; of course it’s Kurt. He’s the only other person with a key to Blaine’s apartment.
Kurt says something, his eyes wide and expression edging toward thunderous. Blaine lifts off his noise-canceling headphones and the soothing sounds of ocean waves fall away.
“Really?” Kurt says. “Those must be some incredible headphones for you to miss two phone calls, five texts, knocking, letting myself in, and saying your name three times.”
It starts bizarrely.
Blaine ends up visiting relatives out of state and hating it and missing Kurt more than ever because now everything is gone and the one thing that could make it better is Kurt and Kurt is in New York, crazy-busy and always flushed from the wind or the sun or the exertion and…
yaaay, more skank!Kurt; the previous two can be found in my drabble tag
“So, what loser did you convince to sleep with you?”
Kurt smirks as Blaine shuts the door of his locker, lips pursed and bag draped over his shoulders.
“Or did you just make a pact with some nerdy friend of yours so you wouldn’t both die virgins?”
because I’ve had about a dozen people asking for skank!Kurt
based off the wonderful Kendra’s drawings
Kurt flicked his thumb over the wheel of the lighter, puffing softly on the filter of his cigarette until the end glowed pale orange and smoldered, Quinn blowing out a stream of smoke next to him.
“You really shouldn’t smoke those, you know.”
Kurt scoffed quietly, ignoring the boy watching the two of them from the opposite side of the fence, chin resting on his palm and elbow propped on the railing.