Kurt Alfred Hummel was never born to be the hero of a story. So when he takes on his new position as a footman in the country estate of Lord Smythe, little does he know that the following years will change his life forever.

Blaine stabbed Kurt in the back at Rachel's party and now he wants revenge. Santana just so happened to offer her assistance and the two became the top dogs at the school. What will happen to the others? Read and find out...duh. Dedicated to KlainesSecretChild. Kurt/Sam, Santana/Kurt friendship.

The Hummel's have been working for the Andersons since Kurt was three, now that the young Anderson, Blaine, is back he needs a personal servant thus Kurt. Servant!kurt BoyPussy!Kurt pervert & asshole!blaine

Kurt Hummel is a shy, insecure fifteen year old. Blaine Anderson is a thirty one year old musician. When their worlds collide, Blaine discovers he's powerless to resist the lure of Kurt's eyes and his exquisite voice, and Kurt begins a journey of awakening. *There is a large passage of time in this story meaning no illegal happenings!*

As a thank you to all the readers of my other story, Hiding in Reflections, I gave everybody the opportunity to request a drabble in the form of a review. These are those drabbles, but they're unrelated. Cross posted on tumblr. Klaine, Kurt, and Kurtbastian for characters. Angst and fluff with a smidge of humour for genres. Title is a reference to the French in HiR.

Their relationship is normal as it can be, until Blaine tells Kurt that he likes to be dominated. They begin a sexual d/s relationship. Sub!Blaine bp!Blaine, Dom!Kurt. A GKM fill. [Boypussy Blaine]

Rachel Berry had always dreamed of being a star, but she had never thought she'd fly among them/Featuring Doctor!Kurt and Companion!Rachel/Eventual Klaine and Finchel

The youthful and oblivious King Blaine has been on the throne for a year and decides it's time to marry. Unfortunately, the task is rather harder than he first imagined, and he enlists the help of his closest advisors to scourge the kingdom for that perfect someone. But has he failed to notice that what he needs is in front of him? (The answer, dear readers, is obvious.)