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.
