Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. If I did, the characters would be happy all the time and I'm pretty sure that the show would tank.
Kurt / Blaine Drabbles
Angst:
Blaine envied Kurt. For his bravado. His courage.
He never chose to run away.
AU:
"I'm Blaine Anderson," the new boy said.
"Kurt Hummel," he replied. "Welcome to McKinley, new kid."
Crack!Fic:
"That's―Blaine! Blaine, that's you in a porno!" Kurt diverted his eyes.
His boyfriend, the porn star.
Crossover:
"What about prom, Blaine?"
"Got into Carole's Brat Pack dvds, again?"
Death:
A shell buried deep into the sand.
Worse than his mother's death. Worse than his father's.
He really is alone this time.
A shell. Buried deep. Where no one can reach him.
First Time:
Hard, sloppy kisses.
Hands.
Limbs.
A moan.
"We should... slow it down."
"You're right."
But neither one cares that night.
That night, they go all the way.
Fluff:
"Dad, Carole..."
The table quieted down.
"Blaine and I are adopting!"
Humor:
"Your brother's odd."
"Be nice!"
"I still don't understand why we're buying a grown man an X-Box!"
"Need I remind you that you broke his old one?"
"He's a sore loser. A lesson needed to be taught."
"Really, Blaine? By breaking it? He was in tears."
"He's a baby."
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"But, honey―"
"Sh!"
Hurt/Comfort:
There was something so simple about holding his hand.
The warmth. The acceptance.
It stitched him up like nothing else.
Show-related:
"How do I look?"
"Handsome. That kilt... it looks good."
"Thank you."
Smut:
"Kurt," Blaine moaned, as he felt Kurt's hand tighten once more, pushing him over the edge.
URT:
He was kissing Rachel Berry.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
He glanced at Finn and briefly wondered if he felt as though his heart was in the foetal position, too.
AN: My first attempt at writing Klaine. Fancy that! I have to say, I'm shocked that these drabbles are longer than a lot of my other ones. Whoops! Anyway, thanks for reading!