Okay guys, here's the next ten drabbles! I know these are supposed to be funny, but I felt like I should establish some sort of story line. This chapter is mostly angsty ones, but there's smut and cotton candy fluff too:) As I think I've said before, these stories follow absolutely no timeline at all. I just post them in the order I write them, which means a lot of them will have notes at the beginning telling you roughly when they happen. Also, it's really hard for me to get everything I want to say out in 500 words or less, so some of them will have sequels eventually (Self-Deprecation for sure) I have a notebook full of prompts for these too, all of which have been provided by people who didn't have a clue they were giving me ideas:D If you have an idea or prompt. (One word, a phrase, a sentance, song title, anything really) please P.M. me or put it in a review. Not sure when I'll get to it, but I promise I will some day:P
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No Regrets
"What's your biggest fear?" Kurt asked Blaine . They were nuzzled closely in their Ohio hotel room bed, their secret meeting place.
"Losing you." Blaine answered quickly, knowing the answer instantly.
Kurt sighed happily, this unforeseen romance was all he lived for now. "What about Christopher?" He asked, referring to Blaine's husband.
Blaine ignored the question, asking another of his own instead. "What's your biggest regret?"
"Losing you." Kurt answered just as quickly as Blaine had.
"You never lost me, I'm right here." Blaine whispered, making Kurt shiver.
"Exactly Blaine, you're always right here with me in this tiny hotel room; hidden away from our husbands, from the world. Do you still love me? Or am I just an easy way to get off?" Kurt asked in a tone that was not anger-filled so much as begging for Blaine's love and affection.
"Kurt, I love you more than you could ever know, You're beautiful, funny and perfect for me. You're everything I've ever wanted and exactly what I need. I love you, no one else; just you. Always and Forever." Blaine emphasized this by placing a light kiss on Kurt's lips, who only turned away in response.
"Then what are we doing Blaine?" Kurt yelled, losing whatever rationality he'd had a moment ago. "We just go through life every day pretending that we're not in love, that we haven't spoken in years!" I just want to know Blaine, what the hell are we doing?" Kust said, his voice calming again as tears took over his ability to speak.
"We're waiting." Blaine whispered. "We're waiting for a reason to not regret anything; our unwanted marriages, leaving each other for petty reasons, hiding our love..." he trailed off, thinking about all of the things he wished had never happened.
"Blaine, I don't regret marrying Dave, or hiding our love, I just don't like it. We left each other because at the time we weren't meant to be together. If there's one famous quote out there that I truly believe, it's this; Don't live your life in regret, because at one point in time, it's exactly what you wanted." Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand in his own. "And right here, right now; I want you, Blaine. Only you. Forever." He finished, staring intently into Blaine's misty eyes.
"Promise?" Blaine asked.
To Be Continued...
Confusion
Every time Kurt woke up next to Blaine, his breath would catch in his throat and he was never able to believe it was real. But, every time he woke up without Blaine by his side, he felt so dull and lifeless he had to drag himself out of bed.
But, what was the most interesting was when he woke up beside another person who wasn't Blaine; and happened to be female. Not to mention naked.
Kurt gave a little yelp and rolled to the far end of the bed. The sudded movement caused the unknown person to be jostled in their sleep and turn over to face him, wide awake.
"Kurt? Babe what's wrong? Why are you so far away?" The woman asked.
"W-Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?" He asked. He certainly hadn't been drunk enough to cheat last night, especially with a woman.
The dark, curly haired woman laughed and reached to run her hand through her hair. "Babe, what are you talking- WHAT THE?" She yelled as she stopped running her hand through her hair and looked downwards. At the sight of the breasts, she screamed at looked to Kurt. "I-I'm.. What the hell is happening?"
Kurt looked quite frightened by this woman. "I still don't- who are you?" He asked again.
"Kurt! It's me! It's Blaine!" The woman shouted.
"Huh?" Kurt said, extremely creeped out and confused. "Oh this is just insane..."
"Hey Kurt! I'm home! I just had to run to the- Oh, I see you've met my twin sister Jaine..." Blaine said from the doorway, trying to hide his laughter at the sight of his naked fiance and sister.
The woman in Kurt's bed just laughed.
To Be Sequeled... Some Day...
Lips of an Angel (Somewhat of a prequel to No Regrets, like I said i post in the order I write)
Kurt stared sleepily at the ringing Iphone on his nightstand. The display showed the oh-to-familiar photo of his favorite person, the one he was trying to forget about. He picked up the phone and carried it into the living room of his classy New York penthouse before answering.
"Honey why are you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now..." Kurt asked.
"Kurt? Is-is that you?" Blaine asked on the other line, obviously he was talking through his tears.
"Honey why are you crying is everything okay?" Kurt asked, his concern for his ex- boyfriend genuine.
"I miss you Kurt." Blaine said simply.
"I've gotta whisper because I can't be to loud." Kurt said.
"Why?" Blaine asked, still in tears.
"Well, my man's in the next room; but sometimes I wish he was you." Kurt told the shorter man on the other end of the phone.
"I guess we never really moved on..." Blaine said with a sarcastic chuckle.
"It's really good to hear you voice, saying my name you always sounded so sweet. Like it was coming from the lips on a angel or something." Kurt said, his sleep clouded mind letting the truth slip out to Blaine.
"Hearing those words, Kurt; it makes me weak." Blaine said in a voice barely above a whisper. "There always amazing times when we were together, I never wanted to say goodbye."
"Blaine you make it so hard to be faithful" Kurt said. There was tears running down his face now too. "It's funny that you chose to call tonight, I just woke up from a dream about you." He added.
"I dreamt of you too..." Blaine said on the other line.
"Does Chris know you're talking to me? I don't want it to start a fight, especially with how violent he can be. Are you okay Blaine? Did he hurt you?" Kurt said, worrying about Blaine's abusive husband.
"No, I don't think he has a clue..." Blaine answered, choosing to ignore the other questions.
"I'm still in love with you Blaine" Kurt admitted, letting go of his pride once and for all.
"I'm still in love with you too." Blaine responded.
Kurt sighed and let his heart take the lead. "Meet me at the hotel on tenth street in twenty minutes." He said, glad he'd fallen asleep in his clothes as he left his apartment.
That was the moment that Kurt stopped letting himself live with regrets.
(Lip of an Angel- Hinder)
Aggression
Kurt and Blaine stumbled into Blaine's dorm room attached at the mouth.
"Blaine, I'm extremely pissed at you, I hope you know that." Kurt said in between kisses.
"Then why exactly are you trying to rip my clothes off?" Blaine asked with a knowing look on his face.
Kurt sighed. "Because I'm horny as hell, thats why!" he yelled in frustration. Blaine could be so clueless sometimes.
"So... You want to have... Angry sex?" Kurt's boyfriend asked with a smirk.
Kurt gave his the best glare he could come up with. "I want. Your cock. In my ass. Now." He demanded, attacking Blaine's lips again.
Blaine complied to Kurt's request, grabbing the bottle of lube out of his nightstand to prepare Kurt. He slid two fingers in at once and Kurt cried out.
"Blaine! More... Just- Just give me more." He begged in ecstasy.
Blaine started a scissoring motion with his fingers untill Kurt he bucking back into them, fucking himself on Blaine's fingers. "Mmm... Blaine... Enough prep, just get inside me already." Kurt begged.
When Blaine pulled out his fingers, Kurt whimpered at the loss as always. "Blaine?" Kurt asked.
His boyfriend looked up to meet his gaze. "Yeah Kurt?"
"Fuck me hard and fast." Kurt demanded.
Blaine was a little taken aback, he'd never heard Kurt talk dirty, he loved it. "Anything for you babe." He responded before slipping into Kurt with one, fast thrust; hitting Kurt's prostate dead on.
They slipped into an easy rhythm, knowing exactly what to do to drive the other crazy. It wasn't long before they both came, Blaine filling Kurt to the brim with his seed and Kurt painting both of their stomachs white.
"I love you Kurt." Blaine whispered, saying the words for the first time.
Kurt's heartbeat quickened. "I-I love you too Blaine. And I forgive you for earlier. He told Blaine with a smile.
"I still don't know what I did... Blaine mumbled.
Addicted
Kurt had no idea what made you addicted to something. All he knew was that it was bad and it meant you needed to go to rehab or something to get help. Alcoholism was something he didn't want to think about, he didn't drink very often; maybe a glass of wine or two at dinner. But, he knew one thing for sure. He was utterly addicted to the taste of liquor on his boyfriend's lips. Or, maybe it was just his boyfriend's lips in general. Either way, the thought of being addicted to something was scary. And in high school? Uh oh.
"I have no idea what I'd do without you" Kurt told his boyfriend randomly one day.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, even though he wasn't sure what he'd do without Kurt either.
"I think I'm addicted to you, it's hard to be away from you for too long." Kurt admitted. He knew it sounded crazy, but it was true.
"Dalton sucks without you Kurt." Blaine confessed. "I'm so lonely. I have the other Warblers but they just don't understand what it's like for me to be without you. Which is why, Friday is my last day at Dalton. I transferred to McKinley..."He told Kurt.
Kurt's face instantly lit up. "Seriously?" He asked excitedly "Oh my Gaga Blaine! That's amazing!" He jumped up and engulfed Blaine in one of his famous running-leap hugs.
"Oh Kurt, I love you so much. I'm addicted to you too." Blaine said with a smile.
New Directions minus Kurt equals Bland, New Directions plus Kurt equals perfect blend of voices, New Directions plus Blaine and Kurt equals The thing they need to win Nationals.
Dancing
It was amazing Kurt didn't get cum stains on the pants he was wearing when he watched Blaine sing Teenage Dream. He could tell Blaine was desperately trying to not to sing directly to him, and failing miserably at it. All he wanted was to have Kurt's hands all over his body, his skintight jeans had gotten a lot tighter from just holding his hand.
Now they were at McKinley's prom, bodies pressed together on the dance floor as they swayed to the beat of a random slow song. To say Blaine's heart was racing would have been the understatement of the century. He knew somehow, some way; he was going to end up embarrassing himself tonight. He'd just hoped it would have been tripping over his own feet or spilling punch on his tux, not trying to slow dance with his boyfriend while trying to hide his raging hard-on.
Kurt laughed. "Blaine, what's wrong? You have the weirdest look on your face right now." Kurt asked in between giggles.
"Uhhh... " Blaine stuttered. "I have to pee!" He said before running towards to bathroom.
Kurt just smirked as he watched his flustered boyfriend run out of the gym. He walked over to where Mercedes was standing by the punch bowl. "Blaine needs to learn that he's gay, and therefore dating a guy. And you wanna know something about guys? They can always tell when their dates have boners.
Mercedes laughed. "Does Blaine not possess that ability or something? Because your is quite obvious too." She stated, glancing downwards to signal to Kurt; who immediately covered himself.
"I guess not... " He whispered as he saw Blaine reenter the gym, red faced and obviously embarrassed.
"Only then did Kurt realize that Mercedes had accidently put her had on the intercom someone had stupidly placed on the table they were leaning against. It was a good thing almost everyone was in the gym where the music was to loud to hear the P.A. system.
Valentines Day Presents and Other Crap
Blaine knew Kurt hated Valentines Day, which is exactly why he was trying so hard to make it perfect this year. They'd been together for almost a year now, and still hadn't taken that final step. They both wanted to, they just didn't want to rush things. They'd done pretty much everything but that and Blaine was starting to get sexually frustrated. So, what better day for two people happily in love to lose their virginity's to each other than Valentines Day?
Blaine was putting the finishing touches on his bedroom, the one he only used on his weekend away from Dalton. There were rose petals everywhere, along with a bottle of champagne on the nightstand with two flutes next to it. His parents were both out of the house, having gone to spend the weekend together in some exotic place; and Kurt was spending the night seeing as Burt and Carole (As they required Blaine to call them) had finally saved up enough for their Hawaiian honeymoon.
"I feel so cliché..." He mumbled to himself. Rose Petal Sex? Really Blaine? His inner monologue asked. His normally calm attitude was completely gone, replaced with anxiety and what ifs. Oh god, what if it hurts? He wondered. What if it's sloppy and disgusting and everything homophobes make it out to be? What if Kurt doesn't want to? What if, What if, What if. He kept repeating in his mind like a mantra. Relax he tried to tell himself. Kurt loves you; you love him. It's not as if you've never talked about it before; in fact, it's all you guys talk about lately...
"Blaine?" Called a voice from the bottom of the staircase. "I'm here! Where are you?" Kurt called.
"Just a second!" Blaine yelled back, obsessively moving the champagne bottle to the 'perfect' spot on the nightstand. When he realized that moving it a fraction of an inch to the left seemed to be the best option, he spun around to find Kurt standing in the doorway.
"Kurt I can explain! I-" Blaine was abruptly cut off by Kurt's plump lips against his.
"This is gonna be a great Valentines Day, I love you." Blaine's boyfriend whispered in his ear with an innocent smile.
"Does that mean- I mean, do you want to?" Blaine asked tentatively.
Kurt laughed. "Do you really think I could deny you now? With all the Valentines Day presents and other crap you've got everywhere? Baby, I've gotta be honest; this was all unnecessary. I came over here knowing I was gonna sleep with you tonight.
Blaine giggled. "Yeah... The rose petals might be overkill..." He admitted.
"Oh definitely not, I love the idea of rose petal sex; at least for your first time." Kurt stated.
Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt close to him. "I love you." He whispered into the taller boys neck, planting a soft kiss on it as well.
Fan Fiction
Blaine was an insecure person. He was obsessive compulsive and had weird habits and just hid it all to keep up his dapper, perfect image.
But, every night he stayed up extremely late dealing with his addiction: Fan fiction. No one knew about it, not even Kurt.
That is, until that boyfriend borrowed his Latin notes and took the wrong notebook. Thus causing Blaine to enter panic-mode.
"H-he's gonna hate me. He's gonna read the first page and hate me and dump me. Ugh, this is awful. Awful, Awful, Awful, Awful." Blaine groaned as he paced back and forth in his dorm room.
Knock, Knock. "Blaine? Are you in there?" Kurt called in his angelic voice from the hallway.
Blaine started sweating harder and called back shakily. "Y-yeah, I-I'm in here; The door's unlocked."
Kurt stepped inside, notebook in hand and turned to Blaine.
"Kurt, I-I'm sorry. I'll stop, I promise! I-" Kurt held up his well-manicured hand.
"Relax, would you? I already knew; you wrote about me in an author's note two months ago." Kurt said with a smirk. "Hi, I'm guessing you're DapperboyBA, I'm OhmyGucci; stupid.
"Oh... I am stupid." Blaine said, thinking back to all the subtle hints he should have picked up on in OhmyGucci's reviews. "When's the next chapter of Chamber Of Fantasies going to be up? Sorry I snapped in my last review... You know I hate cliffhangers."
Bite Me
Kurt looked down at his chest in the mirror, assessing last night's damage. He was absolutely covered in teeth and nail marks.
This is exactly why I prefer bottom... He thought. Whenever Kurt topped he'd wake up covered in little red crescent marks from where Blaine's fingers had dug into his skin and at least of bite mark on his shoulder, if not more.
"Blaine! You have to learn to control your nails a little more, I'm absolutely covered this time!" He complained.
"Fine. You know what? I'll learn to control my fingers when you learn to control your dick, because guess what? My ass hurts too, ya know!"
Kurt blushed now, he had to learn to stop complaining.
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE THE LAST DRABBLE!
A/N: This drabble was by far the longest I've written. In the light of recent events, (Osama Bin Laden's death) I had this idea pop up in my mind and I couldn't let it go. I know for a lot of Americans (and non-Americans too) this topic in rather emotional so I just want to warn my readers. It's not graphic and doesn't deal with anything too controversial but just be warned: I does have a 9/11 theme. I guess I kinda wrote this story to pay tribute to some of the bravest American citizens I can think of- The passengers of Flight 93, 9/11 victims, firefighters, American people in general and anyone else in the world who helped America recover, through your kind thoughts and prayers or otherwise.
This one goes out to the Flight 93 passengers
Flight 93
May 2nd 2011, 1:30 am.
Blaine was standing in the common room, talking with several of the other boarders at Dalton. Most of their cell phone had woken them up with excited texts or Twitter alerts; those who weren't were awoken by the happy cheering that followed. Osama Bin Laden was dead, which meant curfew could suck it.
"Hey guys, have you seen Kurt? I haven't seen him since light's out." Blaine asked the others as he stood up, getting ready to head towards Kurt's dorm.
"No, I haven't. Davis have you?" Thad asked.
"Huh?"David asked from his spot where he was having an in-depth conversation with Wes about the possibility of retaliation. "Oh Kurt? I walked by his room earlier and thought I heard crying, but I figured he was probably just watching RENT on his Ipod again." He answered, shrugging.
Blaine took a step towards the door. "I'm gonna go check on him..." He said before running out of the room and down the hall towards Kurt's room.
"Kurt?" He called when he reached the door. "Babe, are you in there?" Earning no response, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. While his eyes were adjusting to the dim lighting, he quickly noticed Kurt piled under the blankets on his bed, shaking as he cried. Blaine sighed and walked over, slipping off his shoes and crawling in bed beside his crying boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer; Kurt immediately collapsed against his chest and let out loud, sobbing cries.
Blaine whispered reassurances in his ears, pushing Kurt's sweaty and tear-soaked hair out of his eyes and kissing away the tears that continued to fall
Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, desperate for closeness. He'd stopped sobbing, but the tears continued to fall silently.
"I take it that David was wrong and this has nothing to do with Angel dying? Or RENT for that matter?" Blaine whispered.
Kurt smiled slightly against Blaine's chest. "N-no..." He managed to choke out. "The announcement... It brought back a lot of memories." He explained vaguely.
Blaine kissed the top of his head. "I think it did for a lot of people. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
Kurt sighed. "Just- Just hold me." Kurt instructed, scooting impossibly closer to Blaine. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt and shut his eyes.
May 5th 2011, 3:10 am.
Kurt awoke suddenly, gasping in horror before taking in his surroundings. he was in his Dalton dorm, wrapped in Blaine's comforting arms. As safe as could be; he relaxed back into the bed.
"Kurt? Baby did you have another nightmare?" Blaine asked sleepily.
Kurt turned his gaze to his boyfriend and bit his lip; debating on if he should tell the truth or not. "Y-Yeah, but I'll be fine." He answered half-honestly. He wasn't really sure he'd be fine.
"Baby are you sure? I mean- not that I'm complaining or anything, but you've had me stay in your bed every night since the announcement; the announcement you refuse to talk about. What's going on baby?" Blaine asked, he hated that he wasn't able to properly comfort his emotionally distraught boyfriend; he wouldn't be able to until Kurt opened up to him
"I-I can't tell you. i don't want you to look at me differently." Kurt admitted.
Look at him differently? Why would Blaine do that? Unless...
"Kurt are you a terrorist?" He blurted, his cheeks instantly turning scarlet and he looked at Kurt apologetically.
Not that Kurt could tell or anything, considering he was too busy laughing his ass off. "I-" He choked out in between giggles. "You mean? No!" He said.
Blaine blushed even more. "I'm sorry, that- that was a really stupid question. I know you're not." He said.
"Valid accusation though, any normal person would assume I was mourning his death." Kurt admitted.
Blaine looked up into Kurt's beautiful glasz eyes; even through the darkness he could see the cold sweat glistening on Kurt's face and bare chest. "You can tell me." He whispered simply.
Kurt nodded and took a deep breath. "You know how I told you my mom died of breast cancer?" He asked. When Blaine nodded in confirmation, he continued. "Well, I kinda lied..." He admitted.
Blaine let out a small gasp. "Kurt why would you lie to me about that?" He asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand. "No! No, it's not just you; my dad and I- well, cancer's just what we tell people." He tried to explain.
Blaine looked back at Kurt. "Babe, what's the truth?"
Kurt let out a shaky breath. "S-she was one one the passengers on Flight 93." He said. "And before I moved to Lima, everyone who knew treated me like I was some kind of hero. I was sick of being treated differently, so when we moved; I didn't tell anyone what really happened." He explained. "You're the first person in Ohio I've ever told." Kurt added. There were tears running down his face now.
Blaine pulled him into a hug. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." He said in a comforting tone. "Your mom was so, so brave; I can see where you get it from."
Kurt was openly sobbing again. "S-she called my dad while it was happening, and she asked to talk to me." He said. "The last thing she said to me was that I have to stay strong, no matter what happens and that some day she'd send down a guardian angel to protect me. One with curly hair who wasn't very tall, because she knew that's what I like." He said with a small smile. "And here you are."
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's lips. "I always will be too." He whispered.
I know Flight 93 is over 500 words, but I felt it probably should be considering all of the emotions in it. Tell me if you'd like sequels to any of them, which was your favorite of the chapter? I'm sorry for such slow updates, but I can only go on Fanfiction when I'm home alone to type. I was barred of the privilege by my evil parents.
Reviews would be great, prompts would be even better:D Now I'm gonna go and tweet about how the tornado sirens are going off and I'm home alone and too busy typing to care at all.
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