I've mentioned before that He Made You Perfect is based in part on real things that happened to me when I was a wee teen and led directly to Losing my Religion.

But it was more than religion, I lost everything that year. My world slipped out from under my feet leaving me barely treading water.
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Yet another GKM fill. Prompt found here.Sebastian's being a rude, spoiled first-class passenger, and Kurt has the dubious honor of being his flight attendant. When Sebastian finds that Kurt gives back just as much attitude as he gets, he makes it his mission to get Kurt into bed. Or into the tiny, airplane bathroom.

“Sir, would you like something to ( Read more... )

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Summary: Hey, look, I finally got to do a Misplaced Comment Fill! You know, the thing on the Glee Kink Meme where someone accidentally comments outside of the thread and you pretend that you think it's a prompt and write bizarre porn in response. Prompt(?) found here.

To: Blaine
From: Kurt.
More. More. Please. I beg of you. More. ASAP.

Blaine grinned ( Read more... )

The next morning, Blaine rolled out of bed sticky, then stumbled into the hotel shower. He dressed and began to pack his things for the drive back to Ohio. Kurt, always the early riser, was already showered with his hair perfectly arranged by the time Blaine got up ( Read more... )

One-shot, no warnings. Kurt and Blaine visit an outdoor fair pre-“Original Song.” They come across a vendor selling penis pops. Hijinks ensue. Written in response to this prompt on the gkm.

Coffees in hand, Kurt and Blaine crossed the street to the empty lot where the carnival was set up. The sky was overcast and occasionally drizzling, with a nip ( Read more... )

“What did you have in mind for tonight?” Kurt asked while pouring dressing over his salad. “More duets? More angry breakup songs? I think we're obligated to do 'You Oughta Know' at some point.”

It was Karaoke night at Breadstix for the third week in a row, and once again Kurt and Blaine planned on dominating the stage. But after the heated kiss in ( Read more... )

“Have mercy on me...”

The disheveled creature gurgled into the carpet, smearing it with a mixture of blood and drool. She was obviously in terrible pain, a gaping wound replacing the lower half of her face and blood seeping from half a dozen other places on her body.

There was only one way her torment was going to end. Kurt, left to his own devices, ( Read more... )

Blaine walked into Breadstix and glanced around, quickly finding Kurt seated at a table close to the stage. As he approached, he realized that it was the same table where they'd shared that slice of consolation cheesecake the previous week ( Read more... )

“I'm on to you, Smythe,” Blaine said, his empty plate pushed forward with his napkin crumpled atop it ( Read more... )