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esilher · 5 months

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Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

The Great Bikini Incident by @mynonah "Kurt," Blaine calls as he walks through the door. He frowns. The apartment seems suspiciously dark and quiet. He glances around the hallway to see if he can spot any of Kurt's clothes from today, as a sign that he's home, but immediately realizes it's a futile attempt. How could he tell if any of the 65 pairs of boots and at least 30 different coats were there or missing? Before he can finish the thought, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Kurt.

To: Blaine They kept me here for a meeting, I won't be home until later. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you tonight.

To: Kurt Hm... That sounds like a fair offer ;) But really, don't worry about it, Kurt. I love you!

To: Blaine I love you too! Oh, and when I ran home to get my sketches earlier, I left you something special. I can't wait to see you wear it!

Smiling, Blaine walks into the living room and immediately sees a white paper bag on the coffee table with Vogue written on it. The grin slowly spreads across his face. When Kurt brings him something, he always feels like a little kid at Christmas. After photo shoots, they sometimes get to keep the things. The offer is open to the models in the first place, but the accessories are less popular - much to Kurt's delight. Last month, he brought Blaine a pair of designer sunglasses and a beautiful silk jacquard scarf for himself. Blaine peers curiously into the bag and furrows his eyebrows at the surprisingly small amount of red fabric. "It's not even enough for a scarf,"he thinks. "Is it a neckerchief? Maybe a pocket square." He pulls it out of the bag and stares at the small piece of cloth in amazement. Well... Two pieces. "What the hell?! Is this some kind of joke I'm too tired to understand?" He takes out his phone again.

To: Kurt Kurt, honey. Are you serious?

Kurt replies almost immediately.

To: Blaine I know it's a little wild... but you know... This is fashion! It only works if it catches the eye. It didn't really fit the model, but when I saw it... I knew if it would suit anyone, it would be you! You'll be gorgeous. You already are. I can't wait to see it on you.

"Wow. That's... new," Blaine thinks. He lets out a deep sigh and twirls the tiny red bikini in his hands with a slightly desperate expression on his face.

Soon, though still a little hesitant, he begins to undress to try it on. He goes back to the mirror in the hallway and takes a closer look at himself. After a few minutes, he comes to a decision. "Well... It's weird, but..." turns around and looks at his butt in the mirror,"not that bad..." he says proudly. And damn. If his husband thinks it's sexy, then fuck, he IS sexy! Armed with this newfound confidence, he marches into the kitchen to make dinner. He doesn't change, decides to surprise Kurt, his heart pounding at the thought.

When Kurt arrives an hour later and walks into the kitchen, the first thing he sees is Blaine's curvy butt in a tiny red bikini bottom as he moves delicately to the music filling the room, the string of his apron swaying gently. His mouth hangs open in shock, and he has no idea how long he stands there before he finally finds his voice and speaks.

"Um... Sweetheart?" his voice is much higher than he expected, but at this point he's not surprised.

Blaine turns and gives Kurt his warmest smile. "You're home! Surprise!"

"It... is. Um... don't get me wrong, but... What the hell are you doing?"

"Cooking. Pasta. For dinner."

"No... honey, I mean... what are you wearing?"

"Your surprise gift, obviously. You were right, it's quite wild, but..." Blaine interrupts his own sentence and suddenly throws himself into a seemingly well-rehearsed sexy (or intended to be sexy) pose. Kurt can't believe his eyes, his brain racing wildly. Is it possible to get heatstroke in February? And if so, is it actually him and he's hallucinating, or is it Blaine and he's out of his mind? Suddenly he realizes that Blaine has been calling his name for some time. "Kurt?" He shakes his head and closes his eyes for a moment. Then he grabs Blaine's hand and leads him toward the bedroom. "Wow. This bikini really works," Blaine thinks proudly as he follows his husband.

Once in the bedroom, Kurt guides Blaine to the bed and stops abruptly. On the bed, right in front of Blaine, is another Vogue paper bag.

"THIS is yours," Kurt says simply. "Oh." Blaine's smile slowly fades as he realizes what this means.

Kurt waits patiently, but after seeing Blaine is completely frozen and hopelessly in shock, he reaches into the bag and pulls something out. He shows Blaine a colorful, striped, beautiful shawl-collar cashmere cardigan. The colors are a little too wild, it's almost childish, but still beautiful, and it looks extremely soft and comfortable. Blaine's beautiful face flushes with horror - first white, then almost immediately red.

"I got this bikini for Rachel," Kurt says, unable to hold back the laughter rising in his throat. "But..." he adds, finally catching his breath and running his eyes up and down his beautiful, incredibly embarrassed husband, "you can keep it. It's actually kind of... hot," he says, pulling Blaine closer and kissing him deeply until he feels Blaine relax in his arms.

#december klaine challenge 2023 #Bikini #klaine #klaine fan art #klaine fanfiction #Thank you to my dear copirate!!#myno's stuff #esilher’s drawings

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wowbright · 4 months

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Fic: Home for Christmas

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Prompt: I'll Be Home For Christmas

Words: ~650 words

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: On Blaine’s second Christmas as a missionary, he calls the Anderson clan. But first, he calls Kurt.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future.

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Christmas was as perfect as it could get on a mission. Blaine spent the day at the refugee center, playing with kids and chatting with the adults who didn't know German, but knew English. He and his companion came here at least twice a week now; President Steele had increased their service hours to ten a week so they could help out with the church’s refugee efforts. And because it was Christmas, they were allowed to spend even more time volunteering.

This was the kind of missionary work Blaine loved—sharing Christ's love not by preaching, but by helping to put smiles on the faces of people who had every reason to frown.

Unfortunately, they couldn't spend forever there. In the evening, they returned to their apartment to make their twice-a-year phone calls home. Blaine’s companion went into the bedroom for his call, shutting the door behind him. Blaine stayed in the kitchen and removed his contraband phone from its hiding place in his bag. He would call Arizona in a few minutes, but first he had someone else to talk to.

“Blaine! I'm so glad you got a chance to call! Merry Christmas!” Kurt’s voice was effervescent. It made Blaine feel light and bubbly inside. He was so grateful to Elder Nixon for convincing him to buy this phone.

“Me too. My companion is in the bedroom now calling his folks, and the door is closed. I love Christmas!” Blaine was already smiling so hard, he could feel a pleasant ache in his cheeks.

"Have you already called your folks?”

“No, he thinks that's what I'm doing now. And I will call them, but I had to hear your voice first. So tell me all about your Christmas!”

“Well—” Kurt launched into a warm and funny story about a candy cane incident involving his dad and aunt. “And yesterday’s caroling at the senior center with the old members of the glee club was fun. Most of our audience really seemed to enjoy it, but my favorite was the old lady who hated us. They had a big table of craft supplies for making decorations, and she kept taking the pipe cleaners and folding them up in suggestive designs and then throwing them at us. And she had the most creative insults! Really spunky! I can only aspire to be so charismatic in my old age.”

Blaine chuckled. Kurt was one of a kind.

“Now, tell me about your day,” Kurt said. “What did you do? I hope you didn't have to sit through an uncomfortable Christmas dinner with a family you hardly know. I hated those. I always felt like I was imposing.”

"It was great!” Blaine told Kurt all about it. They texted regularly, so Kurt was familiar with many of the names and personalities. But talking was special. Blaine didn't get many chances where he was alone enough that he could carry on a conversation out loud on his verboten phone.

“I'm so glad you're getting to volunteer more,” Kurt said. “You sound really happy.”

“I am, when I'm working with them. Some of the other stuff is still hard, but whenever I can help people, everything gets better,” Blaine said. “I still miss you, though. A lot.”

“I know. I miss you, too. I don't say it much, because I don't want to do anything that would pull you back home before you’re ready. But I’ll be really, really happy to see you and hold you and kiss you and … Well, my dad’s in the next room. I can't get too graphic. But I'm looking forward to all that when you get back, Blaine.”

Blaine felt himself blushing—out of delight more than modesty. “Me, too. And I can't wait to be home with you next Christmas.”

“Oh?” Kurt’s tone was flirtatious. “Whose home? Yours or mine?”

“It doesn't matter. Anywhere you are is home to me, Kurt.”

#december klaine challenge 2023 #prompt: I'll Be Home For Christmas #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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hevanderson · 1 month

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six sentence sunday !! nobody tagged me, i just wanted to do it LOL but i've not seen anyone be tagged for this so im going to tag people for once :-3 this could be for sketches or writing so i'm tagging: @boltgunkiller @cryscendo @kurtsascot @unholy-fabray @porcelainvino and anyone else who wants to participate!!

this is . way more than six sentences, and is more like seven paragraph sunday ^^; but this is an excerpt from lis au ch2 :-D

Blaine looked in the corner, their corner. Empty. He smiled. A jukebox stood right by the booth he and Kurt always sat at. It hadn't worked for years, and he doubted Carole got it fixed, but it added to the atmosphere. Music still played, but he could spot speakers tucked sneakily where the ceiling met the walls. An Amy Whitehouse song was on. He slid into his seat. From where the booth was, the music was never too loud or too quiet. He thought they picked the best seats in the diner. He looked down at the table, the wood pattern so familiar he thought he could still trace it from memory. A small piece of graffiti was etched into the corner. It was hardly able to be seen, so much so that Blaine doubted Carole had even noticed, and she'd been working here for as long as he was alive. In the tiny handwriting of a twelve year old Kurt Hummel, Blaine read, 'K + B' and smiled. His head shot up when the sound of heels clicking started approaching him. Those heels were the same, too– black slip ones with an incline of only about an inch or two. They belonged to Carole Hudson. Sure enough, she was standing right by his table. Her hair was different now (it was dark brown when it used to be primarily blonde), and she looked older, but otherwise, she was just like she was five years prior. She was dressed in her work uniform, a light blue pencil skirt that was just a few shades off from the seats with a matching button-up and a white apron to complete the look. Her own personal touches to the outfit, black tights and a hair tie to pull her cropped hair back, were the same as always. She held a pot of coffee and a white mug in her hands. “Blaine,” she greeted warmly, “I haven't seen you in ages! It's nice to see you again.” She set down the mug in front of him. She poured the coffee into it. Hot steam rose into the air as it filled the cup, and the scent of freshly roasted coffee became stronger. “It's nice to see you, too, Miss Hudson,” he replied politely. Carole turned the coffee pot upright again, stopping the flow. She put one hand on her hip. “I told you when you were younger, and I'll tell you now, just Carole is fine,” she reminded. “You're grown up now, too, right?” He nodded. His hands wrapped around the mug. Warmth spread through him. “Legally, sure,” he said with a joking tone. “I'm eighteen.”

#lis au #my post

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spaceorphan18 · 22 days

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I agree with you about Finchel; they make more sense as a high school romance, that was really the time when they could have helped (and did help) each other to grow. After high school though, they don't really work as a couple. What they want from life, how they want to live their lives, isn't compatible. That might be controversial to say but in my opinion even RM's reported original plan for how the series was going to end supports that; they would be really back together (and last) only after Rachel had achieved most of her career-related dreams and Finn had gotten over his insecurities. I understand why lots of people like the "opposites attract" type of relationship, but most of the time that doesn't work too well long-term. But all of that said, I don't dislike them. I like early Finchel, and I don't mind them in season 2-3. I just think their relationship was more suited to be a high school romance, like you said, and I like them better as "exes who are always going to be thankful for the relationship they had because it was beautiful and meaningful while it lasted but they understand why they had to go their own ways".

And I think you have written a very quick interaction between Jesse and Blaine in the The Sims fic.... Or maybe it was in another story, I don't remember it now. I would check but AO3 is currently down! But that's why I had mentioned it.

Nonny. First of all. I went back and read The Addiction - and it still cracks me up. And it makes me want to play the Sims again.... It doesn't really have Jesse/Blaine interaction, though. I'll have to make sure a future fic has some of that fun dynamic!

Anyway... I really agree with what you've said about Finchel!

Yeah, I actually have a lot of thoughts about Finchel! And, it's kind of complex, as it's not coming from a place of like or dislike, just evaluation.

I think Finn and Rachel were actually very sweet in Season 1 and really didn't mind them in Season 2. I think they both did get something positive out of the relationship. Rachel got validation that she was worth loving from someone outside her sphere, while Finn gained knowledge that he could be more than the labels that were bestowed onto him. They did help each other grow -- and grow up into the people they'd one day become.

That's the thing about relationships that I think sometimes is missed in media. And this goes to friendships and other kinds of relationships beyond romantic ones -- that people come into our lives and sometimes those people only stay for a short time, but their impact can effect us for the rest of our lives. And even if it is a short time, it doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful or worth going through.

By Season 3, I think it's apparent that Finn and Rachel's story kind of ran its course. (Even if the writers/RM did plan to bring them back together one day...) Rachel was always meant to go out and live in a big city and be on Broadway. And she needed to have someone who could not only keep up with her, but not feel threated by her level of success. Her star was going to always shine bright, and I just don't feel like Finn was ever fully going to feel comfortable living in the shadow of that.

Meanwhile, Finn's story is one that (like Will - whom he's modeled after) it's okay to come home and stay tome. I actually really liked the idea that Finn would have flourished in a small town, and realizing that it has worth and that he can do good things. Something Glee struggled with -- was the idea that you can be more than just a huge Broadway star. You can teach in a small town and have it be fulfilling and meaningful. Rachel would have never been happy on such a smaller stage. But it would have suited Finn wonderfully.

So - at the end of the day (Jesse aside) I just think their stories were going in two different directions. But the impact they had on each other was always meaningful. And I actually like that aspect of Finchel.

#that's how s.o. sees it #finchel

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little-escapist · 8 months

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Oh what a fun idea!

I can't decide, many sentences sound interesting. Maybe:

"Fine, but this will be the last time."

Thank you for the prompt! sorry it took me criminally long!

Kurt pulls away from Blaine reluctantly. "Honey..."

"No," Blaine whispers, gently pulling him back into a kiss and cradling Kurt's face in his hands as if he's something precious, something to hold with care. It would be so wonderful to fall into the kiss and let Blaine love on him, but they can't.

Kurt pushes Blaine away and meets his eyes. "Honey, you'll miss your flight if you don't leave immeadiately."

Blaine pouts. "I don't want to leave you."

Kurt offers him a wobbly smile. It'll only be a acouple of weeks, but... "I already miss you."

The speaker right above them comes to life, telling them that Blaine's plane is now boarding.

"Oh my god, GO!" Kurt urges.

"Kiss me one more time?" Blaine asks, his eyes so big and golden.

"Fine, but this will be the last time." Kurt leans in and sucks on Blaine's bottom lip a little. He keeps it short, though, pulling away too soon and too late at the same time. "Go, or you'll really miss your flight!"

"I'll call you!" Blaine promises as he starts running.

#answered #klaine #glee #klaine fanfic #my writing #my fic

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mynonah · 6 months

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🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

✨ How often do you draw?

And a new one:

Why did you begin to draw klaine/glee, what did you think, feel and wanted then?

Hiiii :)

🖍️ Yes!! No... but tumblr does: 27 March

🌊 Ugh! Feet and hands... and Blaine's pretty face (sorry Sunshine, I'll keep trying! 🙈)

🦋 I thought my answer was no, but I checked them out and there's one where Blaine reminds me of family members on my mother's side, and maybe one with Kurt too. So it's probably a yes?! Wow.

✨ Are you asking this to encourage me? ;) Very rarely these days, unfortunately. But from now on I'll try to do it every day, both because I miss it and because I want to improve!

+1) I've read so many amazing Klaine fanfic that gave me so much joy, and after a while I felt like I should give something back to this fandom, not just take what it gives. I couldn't imagine writing (ahem) so I gave drawing a try and I fell in love with it, drawing Klaine. ❤️ I have a lot to learn, but I'm really enjoying it! And I always hope there's at least one more person out there who is happy to see them. :)

#thank you for asking #❤️#it was fun :)

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 2 years

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XX ~ S.S. (Part Three: Jealousy/Envy)

A/n: *touches water* this request my beloved. I have missed writing this... Prompt from this prompt list

Request: “... 1, 7, and/or 46 for seb” by anon

Word Count: 4500+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss out of jealousy/envy ~

You know what, it took a second but Sebastian could be respectful to Y/n specifically enough not to press for him to join back with the Warblers again. Obviously Y/n had made his stance and he was... happy with it. It drove Sebastian insane and made him want to undo everything he'd done, but he had never EVER been one to throw in the towel. Even if he he tried, he didn't know where to start. So he had let it sit. Fine. Whatever. Okay even!

However. Watching Y/n go around with some other guy like it was nothing? Sebastian was fuming. He was murderous.

Y/n had started walking home every day now, and he had picked up his morning coffee habit with Blaine again so Sebastian and him rarely hung out outside of class. With Y/n no longer being a Warbler on top of that, it felt like Sebastian never saw Y/n at all. To go from being together during all of their free time to not at all was wound enough, but Y/n had taken it a step further.

In the last while, Noteworthy had been scoping for new members. They weren't as big as they'd like to be - whatever it made sense. As they were very welcoming to anyone wanted to join in on the fun (as long as they could play well with others) a lot of people had answered the call. More than anyone had expected. They'd eventually had to turn people away even.

But not before Lyran joined.

Lyran actually had very similar vibes to Sebastian in a lot of ways. They had the same flirtiness; dancing around everyone and winning and smirking; lingering touches and shared glances. They had a fluid way of moving that was reminiscent of Sebastian as well. Lyran was... lower key though. They were just fine staying at the back of a room and blending in. The fly on the wall you didn't notice until it was too late. They didn't need to take charge and in fact seemed to like being bossed around. They especially liked to be bossed around by Y/n.

And really, that was the problem. Suddenly not only were Y/n and Sebastian not hanging out or talking, it had seemed that Sebastian had been replaced entirely. Now it was Y/n and Lyran who danced around each other, eyes locking as they exchanged secret looks and amused smiles that Sebastian couldn't read. They worked so beautifully together - Y/n would start the fire and Lyran would build it. The energy in any room they were both in was always at its highest. Even when one of them wasn't duetting they still seemed to be cultivating the energy of the performance together.

It got unbearable when they finally did a duet.

Of all the things they could sung as well, they decided on "I've Just Seen A Face" by the Beatles.

Sebastian was going insane from the very second he heard the starting notes.

Y/n started first, and for a second he had thought it was a solo. He was center stage, and Sebastian thought he was about to see a moment of pure hypocrisy. The music started though, and Y/n immediately turned around, looping to the back of the group and then weaving through the boys that were singing as he began, "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me, and I want all the world to see we've met..." He vocalized the ending of the song, shimming around - almost like he was telling his best friends about some crazy story that had just happened.

Then Lyran cut in. "Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware - but as it is I'll dream of him tonight -" Sebastian was caught off guard by the purposeful change in pronouns in the song, and the way that they sidled up to Y/n. Almost like... they were singing to Y/n specifically. Sebastian's jaw locked into place as Lyran continued, "Falling, yes, I am falling- and he keeps calling me back again." They vocalized as Y/n had before, their arm around the captain's waist and a smirk dancing across their lips. The two were too close, performing to each other, and suddenly Y/n wasn't paying attention to the other boys.

Y/n laughed, returning the sudden serenading they were playing with. "I have never known the like of this, I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight, but other ones were never quite like this-" The vocalizing came again, and he bounced around to the beat. Sebastian couldn't tell if he and Lyran were flirting or just playing around. Or, at least if Y/n was. The way Lyran circled Y/n, centering everything around him and looking at him and touching him... there was no mystery to what they were doing.

"Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They first slid out, and then reached over to drag Y/n with them. That seemed practiced, and Y/n slid along just a second after so Lyran wasn't pulling him so much as guiding. What was obviously not planned was when Lyran did pull Y/n, first directly into their arms for, "Falling -" They cut off to focus on dipping Y/n, who squealed in glee. "I am falling-" They winked and Y/n rolled his eyes with affectionate amusement. It was so smooth that Sebastian was enraged he hadn't thought of it... Especially when, as Lyran continued the next time - "And he keeps calling me back again," - they pulled Y/n back onto his feet. As if the dip had been him literally falling for them, and the pull up had been them calling him back, as the song would suggest.

The crowd cooed as Y/n giggled, but took his space, grinning as he picked up the next line. "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me and I want all the world to see we've met." He vocalized again, dancing in sync with Lyran. He looked like he was having so much fun... It was easy here. There was no tension or power play. When Lyran flirted with Y/n, he took it in stride and didn't see it as a challenge. Sebastian didn't know how he felt about it.

Is that what Y/n looked like when he liked someone? Did he feel relief for not having to deal with what might have only been an annoyance to him? Had Y/n not liked Sebastian after all? This seemed so different. So sweet and sincere and innocent. Sebastian couldn't place where he had seen Y/n act like this before, but it was much more his style. The Y/n most people had come to know and love. The gentle and the warm and the kind. It was so different from the Y/n that Sebastian brought out - the power house spit fire that blazed and burned shamelessly.

Sebastian was torn between jealousy and disappointment. The Y/n he loved seemed to be so unnatural on the man. Like he wasn't built for it... except, Sebastian had been so sure he was. He had looked so good with fire in his eyes. Had it been temporary? Was it a mask, a sudden burst of emotion? Or had it been his true self? Or, was it just that because Sebastian challenged Y/n so much that Y/n got the chance to actually show what a powerhouse he was?

There were so many questions, and Sebastian only passively heard Lyran sing the chorus. "Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They took center stage as Y/n fell back, looping his arms around Trent and Jeff's shoulders.

And just in time Y/n finished out, "Oh, falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again..." Sebastian refocused, pulled out of his thoughts to watch his crush, just in time to see Y/n deliver the very last line directly at him. There was that pleasant sweetness still, but underneath it, Sebastian saw that fire. Y/n's smile edged more into smirk territory, and for a split second Sebastian got the distinct impression he had missed something very important.

Sebastian gave the Noteworthies a moment to bask in their praise and applause before he made up his mind to approach Y/n. That being said, imagine his shock when he found the man, approaching him instead. Y/n grinned when he reached the Warbler captain. "Enjoy the show?"

Immediately his jealousy was showing. "What, your flirt session with Lyran on display for everyone to point and oggle at? No, it wasn't my favorite of your works.”

Y/n's smile wiped off his face. He glared at Sebastian. "And what, I suppose your favorites are when we have flirt session displayed for everyone to point at oggle at instead?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe."

Scoffing, Y/n caught himself before he said something. Sebastian didn't know what it was, but from the look on his face like he had bitten into something bitter, he thought that might be a good thing. "You're such an ass, I swear to god. I tried playing the game and you didn't like it so you changed the rules. I didn't like the rules so I went and played with someone else. It's kingerdarden logic Bas - what are you not getting? You don't get to just push everyone around and get what you want always and never face any consequences."

Unable to stop himself, Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Paint the picture however you want Y/n - it didn't take you long to ditch me and put someone you liked better in my place. You ditched the Warblers, and now I never drive you to or from school anymore. You never come over for peace and quiet or dinner or even a study buddy - all things I know for a fact you like. You barely even acknowledge me in class. And now your prancing around with a knock off of me? God you must be desperate to look like you don't need me."

Y/n's rage flared. "I DON'T need you, dipshit." He deflated, looking away as he scoffed out, "I always only wanted you." The anger between them dissipated immediately. Sebastian still felt that jealousy, roiling as Lyran looked at and touched Y/n like Sebastian used to. As the crowed egged them on, and looked to Y/n's newest love interest - like Sebastian had never been there to begin with.

He hated this. He hated Lyran. Sebastian looked over, instinctively looking for them in the crowd. When he saw them standing by the other Noteworthy members, eyeing Y/n and Sebastian... god, it was that look. A look that Sebastian had worn a million times. The look of someone who had shoved a wrench in between a perfectly good couple. The look of a home wrecker, grinning down at the wreckage that had been caused - with pride. They thought they had Y/n wrapped around their stupid shitty little finger...

Well they thought wrong.

Sebastian looked back to Y/n and he rushed forward, grabbing his head and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't sloppy and passionate, or gentle and slow - it was hard and intense and desperate. They clung to each other, in the middle of the crowd, and in front of all of their friends - but most importantly, in front of Lyran.

For a moment, Sebastian was flying high. He had Y/n back, and everyone knew it. He was on top again - and all he needed was himself and Y/n and for them to be together. He didn't want the Warblers if this is what it cost.

His moment of victory was ruined as Y/n seemed to come to his senses. He pushed Sebastian away aggressively. The slap came fast and very suddenly, but not aggressive or hard. It stung a little - but all slaps across the face did. Sebastian was left reeling, but not because of pain or whiplash. He was left reeling by the remanence of Y/n's kiss. Of the thrill of kissing him in public and claiming him, in a way. Of telling everyone that he was Sebastian's. Reeling as well, at the way that Y/n had for just a second loved it too. How suddenly he had seemed to remember himself and was now in tears, holding his hand that was beginning to redden.

Sebastian looked at Y/n with wide eyes. Y/n could meet his gaze. "I- I'm sorry- But you can't-" He caught his breath, blinking his eyes to try and clear his mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose before suddenly huffing out a sharp breath and then turning back to Sebastian and squaring up. "I'm not a prize, Sebastian. I'm not a thing to flaunt around. I'm a person and I have feelings. You don't get to just kiss me every time you want to grab the power back in a room. I'm not a tool to help you on your path of domination!" He then turned and stormed away, leaving Sebastian with his jaw dropped.

The Warbler tried everything not to smile.

He felt terrible that he had made Y/n feel the way. And especially for making Y/n cry. But... there he was again. Sebastian's Y/n. And it was real and raw and sincere. Y/n, at his most vulnerable, when trying to regroup himself and when he was at his weakest... it was him. Sebastian was the one who got to see it. The only one who could bring it out.

It then registered that Y/n was mad at him, and that he had every right to be. Sebastian had been reckless and stupid - he always was. But this time, it was coming around to bite him in the ass. Everything was falling apart, and more than ever he was pushing away the one person he really cared about.

Shit.

When Y/n saw Sebastian waiting outside for him after school, he almost walked right back inside the building and went a different way home. But... he also knew that if he did that it would add quite a bit of route to what was already an unpleasant walk - and he just wasn't petty enough for it. So he sighed and kept walking, trying to keep his head down.

It didn't work.

Not that he expected it to. This was Sebastian Smythe we were talking about.

"Y/n, wait!" The boy sighed before doing it, knowing that he would be followed all the way home if he didn't. Sebastian jogged over, something in his hand. Y/n looked down as Sebastian held the thing he was gripping out for the other boy to see.

It was a CD.

Y/n's eyes widened. They had spent so much time bouncing between the radio and Sebastian's music taste, one day Y/n had joked that they needed to listen to his music one of these days. But then Sebastian had stopped giving him rides so... they hadn't gotten the chance. The CD that was being held out to him was obviously homemade. On the back, tilted so that Y/n could read it, was a very long list of songs. Every song that Y/n had ever suggested Sebastian listen to and he had forgotten to follow up on, in fact.

Y/n slowly looked from the CD to Sebastian. "You want to give me a ride home just because you're finally listening to my songs?

Sebastian shrugged. "I can listen to them alone if you want. You don't have to know my reactions and what I think about them."

Which was of course Y/n's weakness. He loved music - it was basically his life blood. He spoke through music, never good with finding just the right words himself. Music was a release for him. A safe place. When he shared music with people, he was desperate to dissect the lyrics with them, or just feel the beat. He loved to experience music with people. That's why he shared music at all - so they could appreciate it together. Of all the things Sebastian could have tried, this was the only one that had even a possibility of working.

Of course, Y/n already knew it had worked. That's why he was trying to find reasons not to get into that car. Because he wanted to.

Unfortunately, the millions of reasons running through his head were not the things that mattered. It was the one reason to go. The one reason to stay.

"Fine." Sebastian grinned and Y/n rolled his eyes before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Sebastian put the CD in immediately, and began playing at the first song. They spent the rest of the drive working through the songs. Y/n had a process. The first time, you just listened to it. Then, Y/n would sing with it and pause it to talk about lyrics or the music - whichever thing most drew him to this song. After the two stages, then they'd move on. It meant they took twice as long to get through the songs - sometimes much longer if they got into a lengthy discussion - but it was also twice as fun.

You win some you lose some.

Y/n didn't realize that Sebastian had taken them to his house until it was too late. Y/n shot the other boy a look as they pulled into the driveway. "Bas-"

"I know," Sebastian rushed. "Just... I wanted to apologize. Let me try. We can keep listening, and talking about the songs." He smiled a little. "I like them."

Goddamnit.

Sighing, Y/n caved in once again. "Fine. But I swear, you do one even semi-bullshit thing and I pull the plug."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Whenever you want to go home, I'll take you home."

Y/n narrowed his eyes at the Warbler, but there was no anger there. "I don't have anything else to change into. And as we established-"

Waving his hand through the air to dismiss the worry, Sebastian only answered, "Wear something of mine. Just this once. I don't mind." He rose an eyebrow. "Do you?"

There was a challenge there, and Y/n refused to back down. "No."

"Good." Sebastian slid out of the car and Y/n followed after. They moved inside and up the stairs into Sebastian's room. He moved around as Y/n waited in the doorway. The last time he had been inside... he didn't want to think about that right now. Sebastian returned with a familiar pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It was the sweats that Sebastian had leant him the night Y/n had slept here. Y/n smiled to himself, trying to hide it as he took them and hurriedly moved to the hallway bathroom. He showered, trying to focus his stupid gay brain as he cleaned himself.

He hadn't even thought about it - it was so habit to just come over, shower, and then settle down. Y/n chuckled to himself. It was probably a bad sign when you had made yourself at home in a space that belonged to someone you were supposed to be mad at. This was like a second home to him. How could he be mad here?

Y/n wondered if Sebastian knew that. If he had planned all of this... Y/n wouldn't have been surprised.

When he finished showering and dressing, he snagged a grocery bag from under the sink where he had stashed a few emergency ones. Thank god too - he didn't want to have to carry his clothes around. It drove Sebastian crazy, but Y/n didn't feel bad about that. Might even the playing field a little bit.

Sebastian was waiting in the front room. Y/n had dragged a little bit, teetering between melting into the place he had missed more than he realized and holding onto the anger he knew he rightfully felt. When Y/n entered the room, Sebastian looked up at him. Y/n leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he sighed. “Bas,” he whispered weakly. He hesitated, swallowing once as he tried to find the exact words. He couldn’t. “This isn’t fair.”

The words he had found were apparently good enough. “I know,” Sebastian responded. He looked genuinely sorry and Y/n almost believed him. Or, half believed him. He had seen Sebastian lie and he had seen Sebastian be sincere. Hadn’t he? “I’m sorry,” Sebastian spoke again, pulling Y/n out of his thoughts with pure shock. Sebastian Smythe had never apologized. To anyone. Ever. What was happening.

A feeling of anxiety bubbled in Y/n’s chest. He felt like he was about to get pig’s blood dropped on him or something. “You’re sorry,” Y/n repeated, not quite able to wrap his mind around it.

Laughter bubbles up from Sebastian, and he had to cut it short. A hand rose to cover his mouth, eyes alight with humor at Y/n’s expression. “Listen I know I don’t say that a lot-“

“Ever,” Y/n corrected. “Not even once.”

“Ever,” Sebastian allowed. He hesitated, his jaw working as he had the same battle for words that Y/n had. “You know I’ve always felt very... far away from things.” He shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with getting even close to honest vulnerability. “It’s just a joke. What’s the point of being alive and young if not to have as much foolish fun as possible, right? That’s how you learn. That’s how you make stories - and stories are how you become interesting. It was easier to live like that. Never walking on egg shells for anything, even things that I probably should have. It didn’t matter, it didn’t last. Even school ends, and it was onto the next thing.” His jaw worked again. Y/n felt touched that he really was trying to hard to be sincere. “Sometimes I push things too far. And it’s never bothered me before because everyone is just a part of the game. I’ve always been the only player.

“But, You’re different,” Sebastian added with a sigh. It sounded like the confession partly pained him, and partly lifted a weight off of his chest. An agony and a mercy at the same time. “It’s like you’re playing the game too. You’re the only person who’s been able to really catch me off guard, and playing with you - being with you was fun enough on it’s own. I like performing with you, and being here after school. It isn’t about fun, it’s just... nice.”

Y/n smiled a little as Sebastian grew quiet. He tried to swallow it. Tried to not let the words get to his head. Or his heart. He knew he failed to guard one of them - he wasn’t sure yet which one he had disappointed. “I... appreciate this Bas, but I’m not coming back to the Warblers. That group - it’s not fun anymore. Not for me. And I’m glad you can enjoy it! And that the people there like what you’re doing. Honestly, I think you’re a great leader in your own right. The leader they want, and maybe even need. But the Noteworthies need me too.”

“I get it.” Sebastian nodded, indicating he really did understand what Y/n was saying. “And, if that’s what you really want then... okay.” That seemed to pain him, but he moved on quickly. “I just want some part of you in my life. I liked having you here. It’s too quiet these days. Empty.” He swallowed, and Y/n’s heart ached at the loneliness he saw in the Smythe boy. There was so much more to Sebastian than anyone else knew, and Y/n had always been aware of it but he had never known what to call it. He still didn’t. “Maybe we could merge the groups every once in a while. I think it would still be really fun to perform together. Maybe do a face off for funsies or something.”

This time Y/n didn’t fight his smile. “I’ll talk to the guys about it. But I’m sure they’ll be down. It’s been a little chummy around there anyway. Gotta stir the pot every once in a while.”

Sebastian felt a surge of pride. He knew that it was his influence that had Y/n acting this way. Leaning into chaos, and taking pleasure in it. Missing it when it was gone for too long. Y/n had a very good balance to him, and was good at knowing when to do things and when to pull back. But when he did lean into that fire, he was absolutely stunning to Sebastian. Looking at Y/n like this, Sebastian couldn’t imagine how anyone could prefer him any other way.

When he had been in charge of the Warblers, it had been very hot and cold - either blazing as he battled Sebastian, or shut off and gentle and smooth as he interacted with everyone else in times of peace. It was almost like he had been two different people, and switched between them depending on whether he had to face certain things more often. There was Sebastian’s Y/n, and...

And then it clicked. The way Sebastian had seen Y/n earlier when he had performed with Lyran - it was the exact same way Y/n acted while he had been around Blaine. There was a lot more flirting, but it was all one sided. With Sebastian, that fire had come out because Y/n was engaged. He wasn’t just challenged - he was having fun. Pushing back. With anyone else, Y/n was much more neutral and calm - almost nurturing. He never stopped things that were mostly harmless, but he only actively took part in the games that Sebastian played. He wasn’t indulging someone, he was enjoying it himself. It wasn’t someone else’s game - it was his.

Sebastian felt a surge of victory. Nothing else mattered. And Y/n was right, he wasn’t a prize, but... love was. In a way. And Sebastian had won. He had earned Y/n’s love in a way Lyran never would.

He kept the new knowledge to himself as Y/n sat on the couch next to him. “So,” Y/n began. “You still want to listen to those songs or should I get my homework out?”

“Definitely want to listen to music,” Sebastian answered, nodding. “Maybe you could sing to me.” He leaned in, flirting now, his burning confidence back.

Y/n made a face - halfway between a smirk and that spark in his eyes that was becoming oh so familiar to Sebastian. “Bas, a lot had been happening recently and I still don’t know if I can trust you with... me.” He swallowed, hesitating. There was something he was holding back, or maybe something he didn’t know how to put into words. Sebastian didn’t push - not yet. “It’s been all over the place between us. Can we just take it one step at a time?”

Sebastian didn’t know how to make any order out of their relationship, which really had been all over the place from day one, but if that was really what Y/n wanted the Warbler captain would at least give it a go. “Okay.” He smirked a little, unable to not tease at least a bit. “Does that mean I can’t hold your hand or kiss you or anything, or just that I won’t be taking you back to my room tonight?”

Immediately Y/n rolled his eyes and they were both back to their old ways. “Music, Smythe.”

“Yes sir,” Sebastian answered immediately, orienting his focus on playing the music from where they’d left off in the car. Sebastian had no idea what would happen next, but he knew it would be great.

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Bite Me | That Bitch Can Eat Her Heart Out

Warnings: 18+, Public (Semi-discrete) sex, toxic possessiveness, p in v, unprotected sex

Cori is already a somewhat jealous person, so when she sees Blaine flirting with Peyton at Human/Zombie Night she makes sure both of them know who he belongs to.

Word Count: 1.2k

Song: Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Human/Zombie night has been their busiest night since it was started. So Cori is surprised Blaine has time to stand around talking while she runs around, helping Don E behind the bar.

That's when she notices who he's talking to, acting mayor, little Miss Perfect. AKA Peyton Charles.

She knows that smile he's giving her, and she can see her blushing at it. Cori's blood boils at the sight of them casually flirting and her eyes go red.

"Uh oh," Don E snickers, "I know that look. Someone's gonna die."

Blaine looks back at what he was doing when she goes to join her friends, a pleased smirk on his lips and she seriously considers ripping his throat out.

She doesn't say a word, just sets the glass she was cleaning on the bar and walks toward him.

"I'll just tend the bar myself then?" Don E asks, but she ignores him.

She takes Blaine by the hand once he's in reach and he looks up at her.

"Hey, beautiful," He smiles, looking confused when she tugs his arm, "Something wrong?"

"Just come with me."

He does, weaving through the crowd to the other side of the club, just two booths away from where Liv, Peyton, and Ravi are.

She pushes him onto the leather cushion, into the corner, and moves to straddle his thighs.

"What're you doing, sweetheart?" He asks, lips stretching into a wide grin. His hands find her hips and he tilts his head back when she kisses him.

Her hands slide beneath the collar of his shirt, squeezing and scratching his chest and shoulders.

"Mmm, Cori," He hums against her lips, "Not that I'm not loving the attention, but what brought this-"

The words stick in his throat when she rolls her hips against his.

"Fu-fuck," He murmurs, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her body against his, "Cori, baby."

He tries to stand, to lift her so he can bring her back to the office to fuck her, but she grips the back of the booth, keeping them there.

His eyebrows furrow when she pulls away and reaches between them.

"Cori!" His eyes go wide at the sound of his zipper being undone.

"Shhh," She leans down and starts kissing down his neck, "Lemme make you feel good, no one'll know."

He lets out a breathy laugh, hands catching her shirt when he runs them up her back.

"W-what's gotten into you?" He hisses when she palms him through his boxers, "Baby... hah- Cori. Hey, hey."

He pulls her hands away and leans back so he can look at her.

"What's going on?" He looks concerned.

She cups his face and kisses him again, "You're mine."

"Of course I am, sweetheart," He assures her, "Is that what this is about?"

"Need you to say it," She pouts against his lips.

"Cor, there's people around."

She notices the way he shifts beneath her, pressing his bulge against her leg.

"Need to hear you say it," She insists, "Blaine, please."

The needy whine in her voice is turning him on like crazy. He wants to make her cry his name in that voice and beg him for more.

"Oh honey," He coos, fingers running through her hair, "Lemme take you back to the office and we can- Shit! Cori!"

He throws his head back when she grinds down hard on him, breath catching when she drags her tongue up his exposed neck.

"You know, you're making it real h-hard to be a gentleman here."

"I don't remember asking you to be a gentleman," She says, "I only want one thing, and it isn't that."

She tugs his boxers down just enough to grip his hard cock, his eyes screwing shut at the slow pump of her fist.

"Say it and you can have me however you want me," She growls.

"H-huh?" He's already forgotten what they were talking about, lost in the feel of her.

"Blaine?"

He yanks her hips forward, fingers delving beneath her skirt. He lets out a pleased groan when he feels how soaked her panties are before pulling them aside.

He tries to hide the moan forcing its way from him against her neck as he slides into her.

"Fuck, baby," He kisses her skin and sighs, "You're gonna get us in trouble, sweetheart."

His head falls back when she starts to move, slowly rolling her hips, pussy fluttering around him.

She looks up at the group a few tables down, but Peyton is too involved in her conversation to notice her glare.

"Feel so good, Cor," Blaine brings her full attention back to him, the way his Adam's apple bounces when he says her name. She picks up the pace slightly and he keens, "Fuck baby, jus like that."

She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him up to look at her. His eyes are unfocused and she almost laughs when she realizes.

"Poor thing," She teases, "I've barely even started and he's already pussy drunk."

Something about her taking control turns him to mush, it always has, even before he was a zombie.

It's like when he's looking up at her like this, his adoration comes out in an unstoppable wave of words and touches.

His hands slide under her shirt, feeling her skin against his.

"Love you," He sighs as he presses his lips to her throat, "Need you."

"Tell me you're mine," She whimpers. She grips his shoulders, riding him harder, both of them moaning at the feeling, "Please, Blaine."

"I'm yours, Cori! I'm yours! I-I'm yours!" He whines. He presses his forehead to the base of her throat, mouth falling open with a groan as he cums, "'M yours. 'm all yours. Jesus fuck, Coriander, I'm yours!"

"That's right, baby. All- ah!" She grips his hair tight, and he gasps for air when she clenches around him, her orgasm washing over her. She looks up to meet Peyton's shocked stare, a proud and blissed-out grin spreading across her face, "All mine."

He leans his head back when she lets go, chest heaving as he cranes his neck to see what she was looking at.

"Oh, come on!" He laughs through heavy breaths, "Is that it?"

Cori looks down at him, anger and insecurity flooding her veins.

"Honey," He holds her cheeks and pulls her into a warm kiss, "Sweetheart... Angel."

He smiles up at her, lovesick and amused.

"Are you jealous?" His teasing tone makes her want to cry, "Don't be. She's not the one with my dick in her, is she?"

He kisses her again, just as lovingly as before.

"And you shouldn't have to worry about her going after me again, not after that little show of marking your territory."

When he puts it like that it fills her with embarrassment and she curls in on herself to hide in his arms.

"Aw, no," He laughs, holding her close, "Don't be embarrassed! You're hot when you're possessive."

"Shut up!"

"Maybe I should flirt with more girls if that's what it takes to get you to take charge."

She sits back and hits his shoulder, "Don't you dare!"

He cups her cheek and runs his thumb against her skin.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't," He murmurs, kissing her softly, "I'm all yours."

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