No one is more surprised than me by this, but after nearly three years of writing Glee fanfic, I seem to have accumulated a large enough body of work to justify a masterpost.  WOW.

Reminder that I also post my fics on fanfiction.net and on Tumblr. And in 2015, I finally got a AO3 account as well.

Consequences
Summary: 3.05 reaction fic. ( Read more... )

The phone on the other end rang several times as Kurt waited, elbows on knees, slumped over, too aware of the slammed-closed door in the hallway. He wiped under his eyes, sniffled back the frustration ( Read more... )

“Hello, beautiful. Good morning.” He leaned in to drop a soft kiss on the end of his nose. “I love your nose,” he whispered. “Maybe more than your Daddy K’s, but don’t tell him, okay? It’ll be our secret ( Read more... )

A/N: This takes place after Blaine graduates and moves to NYC (so the New New York episode), but before Christmas of that year. “It’s more fun to be out there doing it,” Kurt commented, watching the skaters at Rockefeller Center. “Even if it did take a week for the bruises on my ass to go away.” He looped his arm through Blaine’s, inching closer ( Read more... )

He loved his city. Loved, loved, loved it. But at the moment, he needed his noisy hectic city with its trillion inhabitants - at least a million of whom were between him and his destination - to give him a break already. Stepping aside to let a mother with a toddler on her hip go up the stairs before him, because even a near panic attack was no ( Read more... )

Kurt approached the check-in desk, where the nurse merely raised her eyebrows as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. He signed Gil’s name, his own and Blaine’s on the sign-in sheet, then waited ( Read more... )

“Blaine!” Kurt called from the living room ( Read more... )

The door swung closed behind the physician’s assistant, and Blaine stared dumbly down at the brochures in his hands. “Signs to Watch For,” says one in a weirdly cheerful font. Another has a mother and father cradling their boy between them. “Support Services” is the title on that one. Each pamphlet has a single jigsaw puzzle piece in the upper ( Read more... )

He raced up the stairs rather than wait for the elevator, nearly falling down the steps when he tried to take two at once. Silly Blaine, he knew better. His legs weren’t long enough for that, but he couldn’t help himself. Today was the day. They’d gone through all the paperwork, all the sleepless nights of worry, and this morning the call had ( Read more... )

Rating: G
Word Count: 3,892
A/N: I found this while organizing my fic folders a few days ago. I think it was a false start to "Careful the Wish." I figured with a little polishing and a few hundred more words, it worked well as a short stand-alone piece.

No tux was meant to be worn this long. Not all night while its wearer wandered the city, lost ( Read more... )