A/N: As a general rule, I only write pieces that experiment with form for Lily/James, but I was feeling especially motivated today, and decided to give it a go with Klaine.

These prompts are leftover ones from Sesame Street (mostly by midnightfeather) and words generated by an online random word generator. Any relevance that they have to Klaine is purely coincidental.


A challenge:

30 prompts

15 words per prompt

Klaine Chronologically

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Found

Kurt's eyes found his – this mystery boy who, in an infinite moment, changed absolutely everything.

Fresh

Kurt wondered if he'd been ruined. If what Karofsky had stolen made him dirty. Rotten.

Clue

There were so many clues: looks, smiles, touches. How could Blaine still be so ignorant?

Laugh

Was it music? Was it Heaven?

Blaine stared... smiled... blushed.

No, it was just Kurt.

Theoretically

Pre-Kurt, everything made sense.

Sing - be congratulated, be proud.

But, Blaine and the Pips? Seriously?

Within

Kurt was gorgeous, but that wasn't surprising. What shocked Blaine was his raw beauty within.

Face

It was like looking into the sun: squinting at the fire that glowed deep inside.

Applause

The sound – the feeling – made Kurt realise how special he was. How great he was.

Correct

Nothing felt as right as Blaine's kisses did. Like ticks in boxes. Meant to be.

Fought

He'd always fought. For solos, for attention, for himself.

He'd never been defended. Until now.

Pity

It was one thing Blaine had never seen in Kurt's eyes. Because Kurt understood. Everything.

Verb

'Amo': I love.

A verb. An action.

So why on earth could Blaine feel it?

Mandatory

Often, Blaine wished he didn't have to pull away. But stopping was necessary. For now.

Mayonnaise

"Chicken?" Kurt asked, eyeing the sandwich warily.

"Yes."

"Lettuce?"

"Yes."

"Mayonnaise?"

"Um... maybe?"

Kurt groaned.

Beneath

It was mesmerising – being beneath Blaine. Being blanketed, surrounded, protected by him. Trusting him completely.

Clarifying

"You didn't do this for me, did you?"

Because Kurt wasn't always a silly romantic.

Lowered

Blaine lowered his body onto Kurt's and there was delicious friction and heat and God-

Baking

It was torture, watching Blaine lick the spoon.

Kurt gladly suffered, thinking soon, soon, soon.

Moderate

Blaine thought Kurt should've come with a label. Not instructions, a warning:

Moderate your intake.

Active

"Are you two... active?"

"Blaine's in Fight Club," offered Kurt, confused. "Dad, I don't- oh."

Come

The meters between them felt like miles.

"Come here," Blaine said.

And all was forgiven.

Flush

Everything was too much.

Their bodies too close, their faces too hot.

Flush, flushed... perfect.

Muffle

Nothing works quite as well to muffle a moan as another mouth does.

Kurt knows.

Sneak

Burt Hummel had eyes like a hawk. Ears like a bat.

"You going somewhere, boys?"

Century

That night, Blaine discovered that even a century spent together still wouldn't be enough time.

Paper crane

Blaine couldn't do origami. Period.

Still, Kurt had to smile, cradling the mutilated bird tenderly.

Yank

Mostly, Kurt was meticulous. He unbuttoned, unlaced and slid clothes off. But today, he yanked.

Manipulate

Kurt sometimes felt guilty about it. About begging, pleading, persuading.

Blaine never seemed to mind.

Makeover

"It's about the hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

Kurt appraised it, then sighed, "Everything."

Knowledge

Every touch was still a lesson, a piece of knowledge gained. Blaine majored in Kurt.