Blaine is a women's shoe salesman in a department store in New York City. According to his best friend Santana, he has absolutely "no game." But will Kurt, an employee working in the perfume and make-up department downstairs, like him anyway? Very AU

Puck is in jail, again, for trying to steal a particularly large bottle of tequila. Kurt is the only one who comes to bail him out.

Another significant Anderson-Hummel conversation occurs under the hood of a car. It's just not the people you'd expect. One-shot. Klaine.

It's been a very long day and Chris just wants to relax, but then Darren invites himself over and things get a little...out of hand. How do they handle it the day after? Smut, angst, fluff two-shot! RPF.

There are so many ways to tell a person you love them. Klaine.

Okay, so this wasn't exactly the romantic way that Blaine had planned on telling Kurt "I Love You." He certainly hadn't meant to say it on accident. Or on their first date. Or in his sleep. One-Shot. Reviews are appreciated! T for Language.

Rachel has another party in her basement before Nationals, and everyone wonders what kind of drunk Kurt is. Answer: kind of slutty. And hilarious. Rated M for a good reason.

Mmh. Post 3x17. Peter has been dreaming of the doomsday machine for days now. He feels like he could crumble under the weight on his shoulders, but Lincoln is here, and it makes pretty much everything better.

At first, he visits Blaine's grave every day. More often than not, he just sits there quietly, staring at the headstone, wondering how his life had been torn apart by a single roadside bomber. Klaine, AU, T for Character Death.

Santana/Brittany/Rachel/Quinn/Tina/Mercedes. Yes, you read that correctly. Rachel throws a Team-Building Slumber Party and Santana and Brittany decided to make it more interesting. Lots of sexy times ensue. Rated M for a very good reason.