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fallevs · 3 months

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day nine – lover, taylor swift

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Christmas lights in a ghost town

Have I known you for twenty seconds

or twenty years?

You are here

I look at you

and I love you like never before but

you are far away.

Far away.

It's a pain that rises, and

it hurts.

I feel it inside

in the blood

that gets warm if you touch me

the way you used to touch me.

The way I hope

you didn't touch

that someone else.

When the night comes

and I'm alone

with the Christmas lights on,

I think back

to when we were something more.

When we danced in your room and no one could hurt us,

no one was watching us;

you would hold me

the way you used to hold me.

The way I hope

you didn't hold

that someone else.

It's a pain that rises, and

it hurts.

A thousand fallen tears

but I am still here

anchored to you.

I tried to run away

I tried to despise you,

to turn the frames

and burn away the pains;

but now you are here

close to me

with your scent that smells like home,

like something I still need.

But are you still my home?

Only yesterday

we were together and

at the same time

we were far apart,

like on two different planets.

Sometimes the thought takes me

of what we were and

what we could have been;

I, who after you,

lover,

don't want anyone else.

I hear you leaving this house,

hear the sound of your footsteps,

your smell fading on the pillow, and I think

life may tear us apart

but love

will continue.

I always carry you with me

because you taste of memory.

I don't know if I get used to the pain.

Let's wait.

Wait for me.

Maybe you and I

have another time.

You, the cold of my mornings,

that lump in my throat that won't

go down.

Without you I feel

like a ghost town.

#klainevalentines2024 #kurt's poetry #lover #christmas lights in a ghost town #kurt angst #klaine angst #klaine fanfiction #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #the break up 4×04 #obviously it's not in line with the valentine's day event #but it's the vibes of the song #and what i'm feeling at the moment #hope you enjoy #poetry fic

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justgleekout · 11 months

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Happy birthday to my dearest friend @blurglesmurfklaine! Have some domestic klaine! 💕

#glee #klaine #Kurt hummel #blaine anderson #glee fanart #klaine fanart #my art #i knowwww domestic fluff is more my thing and angst is more up your ally but you can just imagine they had a fight before this or smn idk #lmaoo #I couldn’t bring myself to draw something other than loving fluff because birthdays are a happy occasion!#so you better just appreciate it #because it’s all you’re gonna get #anywaysssss #I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I WISH YOU HAVE THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY OF ALL THE BIRTHDAYS ILYILYILIYLYIGNDIJBSRFHIBSIJBF #mwuah <3 #ily #also this is in the loft as I took a still from the make over episode and used it for the back ground

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 27 days

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Hi! Can you please recommend some enemies to lovers to enemies trope / Friends to enemies to lovers?? Thanks!

Generally, the trope is usually enemies to lovers, or friends to lovers, so maybe you want fics with a different twist to them and it's all not just a happy ending? Here are some where they start as either friends, become lovers, but it's not so simple and they have to overcome obstacles to be together. Or they are enemies, become lovers and then have some sort of fall out, which may or may not be resolved. ~ Jen

Please suggest others!!

In Every Stitch verse by @quizasvivamos

24-year-old Blaine Anderson and 26-year-old Kurt Hummel are both breakout designers who had gained the attention of the public by competing on the reality television hit Project Runway in their respective seasons. When both are invited back to compete in the All Star challenge, the competition heats up, tension builds between the two, and what happens off camera changes everything.

and Part 2 emBarK and Part 3 Out with a Bang

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Collide by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt Hummel is having a terrible week. On top of his car breaking down and his laptop dying at the worst time possible, finding his boyfriend cheating on him is the final straw against the camel’s back. A night of drinking is much deserved. But waking up in bed with star quarterback Blaine Anderson is something he doesn’t need. Determined to forget it and move on, he finds that hard when Blaine has other ideas. At first wanting nothing to do with the biggest playboy on campus, somehow Kurt finds himself agreeing to being friends with Blaine. It’s a friendship that opens his eyes to the guy he never really knew. And soon finds him wanting the one person he maybe shouldn’t want.

Note: Part 1 of Major and Minor

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In My Place by @heartsmadeofbooks

Blaine has always been shy and introverted, so after his father dies, he looks for comfort into his childhood dream - owning a bookstore. But then Kurt Hummel walks into his life, turning his dream into a complicated affair.

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The Seduction by @hkvoyage

Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.

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Someone Like You by iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of “When Harry Met Sally” for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is… they’re both in committed relationships.

Note: This story is AU after “Sexy,” and assumes Kurt and Blaine graduate from Dalton in the same year. In this future fic, set in 2025, Blaine is based off of Season 2 Blaine.

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100 Days by borogroves

Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now 22-year-old college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.

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Perfectly Imperfect by @catcat-85

Golden Globe winning actor, Blaine Anderson went to prison for a murder he did not commit. After 5 long years, he has escaped from prison, and in a desperate need to get to a safe house before he can leave the country; he kidnaps Kurt, and forced him to drive him to a secluded cabin nestled in between the snowy mountains in Vermont. For Blaine, it’s his last chance for freedom. Falling in love is the last thing on Blaine’s mind. It’s not part of the plan. And for Kurt, it’s a terrifying situation that disrupts the impeccably perfect life he has created for himself. He’s outraged and angry at Blaine, and yet; he can’t help but believe Blaine is innocent.

Will the truth finally come out and Blaine be exonerated? Will the FBI catch him and put him back in prison? Will he and Kurt fall in love even in the most hopeless situation? Will love truly prevail all at the end?

Based on the novel, Perfect, by Judith McNaught. This is a story about two men who are complete opposites from one another; and yet, they complete each other in a perfectly imperfect way.

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Renegade verse by ali_llyon

The hardships of being in a relationship with a mob boss. Or, two people being in love while sometimes feeling they aren't worthy of it.

The title is from the song Renegade by Big Red Machine and Taylor Swift: Is it insensitive for me to say Get your shit together? So I can love you

The story is not in chronological order.

#enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #angst #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic

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thnxforknowingme · 1 year

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You are the love of my life, Kurt. And I'm pissed off that I have to learn, for the next year, what being alone is gonna be like.

#glee #gleeedit #klaine #blaine anderson #blangst #I mean he was right! they were not good at coping with the change!#anyway look who MADE A GIFSET #if anyone has uhhhh any advice on altering/coloring scenes from TBU so blaine doesn't fade into the bg let me know!#because I have no idea what I'm doing lol #just moving little sliders around arbitrarily #with each gif I learn something new tho #i am so POWERFUL #mine #my gifs #also this is a pro-klaine space okay #it's all about the angst but they GROW okay #they made some mistakes but i love them

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nerdywriter65 · 3 months

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You're Safe Here (Married!Klaine Fanfiction)

Hello! Scarlett here, I've been posting irregularly on ao3 for a couple months now, but figured I'd start cross-posting over here as well, so here's one of my favorite little Klaine fluff piece, I hope you all enjoy it!

Trigger warnings for g/ns, and p/nic att/cks

Blaine knew it was stupid.

He was twenty three. He'd been living in New York since he was nineteen. He was used to the sounds of the city.

He was pretty sure he'd never get over the sounds of gun shots.

Kurt was sound asleep next to him, snuggled up next to him, with an arm thrown lazily across his chest. Blaine wondered if Kurt could feel how fast Blaine's heart was racing. It was fine, he was fine. The gun senior year hadn't even been someone trying to shoot anyone, he knew that. Why were the sounds bothering him so much more tonight? It didn't make any sense.

A gust of wind blew through the apartment, and then he realized what it was. They'd left the window open, deciding to use the cool evening air to keep the room comfortable, opposed to the air conditioner. It had worked, both of them were comfortably wrapped in their comforter, proving that the room was cold enough, but the window being left open meant the sounds were all louder.

Blaine's breathing stopped when he heard another, unmistakable gun shot. Not only were there gun shots, but those shots meant someone died, and he couldn't do anything. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks, but instead of helping, all it did was make it easier for him to picture every terrible thing going on in the streets below them. Every image wasn't of being stuck in the choir room, knees pulled to his chest as he had the worst panic attacks of his life, back to back, without anyone there to help. No, every image he saw was finding Kurt, dead and bloodied, evidence of bullets across his beautiful skin. He remembered seeing Kurt in the hospital, all those years ago when he got beat up. He remembered getting the call like it was yesterday. Every time he got a call from an unknown number he felt like vomiting, because he feared it was someone telling him that his beautiful husband was dead.

Since all those years ago, they'd been married, and had moved to a supposedly safer part of New York, and he knew all the gunshots he heard weren't from outside their apartment. They could've been miles away, but especially at night the sound traveled easily. He knew that. But he also knew that it wasn't a terribly unlikely thing for Kurt to get shot on the way home.

He was going to be sick. Kurt had rolled over, no longer touching Blaine, so he carefully crawled out from under the covers, careful not to wake his husband. Kurt didn't need to deal with his trauma from when he was eighteen. As soon as he stood he realized throwing up wasn't a thought, but a reality. He stumbled to the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet as he threw up, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't breathe, his chest hurt. Everything hurt. Was this was a heart attack felt like? He couldn't breathe in between painful dry heaves, and that was just making him gag even more. Everything ached, he couldn't breathe, couldn't move, tears were streaming down his cheeks. He didn't know when he managed to stop throwing up, but the small victory that was barely made it to his awareness.

And then Kurt's beautiful voice cut through the blinding pain that was consuming him.

"Blaine?" he asked, his voice slightly rough from just waking up. Guilt washed over Blaine as it occurred to him that he'd woken his husband up. Kurt had an early day the next day, he didn't need Blaine getting in the way of his sleep.

"Sorry," Blaine choked out, trying to compose himself in some way, "sorry, I'm sorry,"

"Shhh," Kurt said in response, falling to his knees next to Blaine, and taking his hands in both of his, "are you going to throw up again?" he asked, and Blaine considered for a moment, but shook his head. He'd thrown up all he'd eaten that day, and the nausea was mostly gone.

"I need you to breathe, okay? I know it hurts, but you can breathe. If you breathe everything else will hurt less, okay?" and Blaine was so grateful for the man sitting next to him, his deep blue eyes so kind and loving as they looked into his. Blaine couldn't bring himself to reply as he took shaky breaths in and out, squeezing Kurt's hands as though his life depended on it.

"There you go, you're going to be okay. You're safe, I promise," and Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around him, and Blaine all but melted into Kurt's chest, sobbing into his shoulder. When his breathing had somewhat calmed, and he felt somewhat in control of himself again, he pulled away slightly, once again feeling guilty for waking Kurt.

"Hey, don't feel bad for waking me up," Kurt said, before Blaine could apologize, and despite his guilt, Blaine felt his heart soar at how much this man truly knew him.

"I'm still sorry," Blaine said, his voice raw from throwing up.

"I'm your husband, it's my job to help you when something is wrong," Kurt replied, simply. Blaine let himself relax back into Kurt's arms momentarily.

"How about you brush your teeth, to get rid of the taste, and I'll go make some tea, and then we can sit and talk for a while?" Kurt suggested, and Blaine was quiet for a long moment.

"Would you stay here while I brush my teeth?" he asked, and Kurt nodded instantly.

"Of course," he said, and he stood, offering Blaine his hand. Blaine took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. Kurt stood next to the sink, patiently as Blaine brushed his teeth, and washed his mouth out with mouth wash. When he'd finished, Kurt took his hand, and lead him to the kitchen. Blaine hovered next to his husband as Kurt filled the kettle with water, and set it on the stove to boil.

"What kind of tea would you like?" Kurt asked, selecting a tea bag for himself.

"Whatever you're having," Blaine replied, and Kurt pulled a second tea bag from the tea box, before turning to the cupboard and glancing over the mugs they had. Kurt selected his favorite one, one that Blaine had bought for him for their first wedding anniversary. It wasn't particularly fancy, just a white mug, that was decorated with red and yellow flowers. Blaine had bought it, because red and yellow flowers had always been their thing, red for love, and yellow for friendship. Kurt studied the cabinet a moment longer, before selecting another fairly simple mug, this one with a yellow warbler drawing being the main design. Kurt set both mugs on the counter, ripping open the tea bags with his teeth, something he'd always done, but Blaine had never understood why. He knew each individual detail of what his husband was doing didn't matter, but paying attention to them always seemed to calm Blaine down. The kettle wasn't boiling yet, but Kurt seemed to think it was warm enough, as he poured the steaming water into each mug, holding the tea bag string with his finger so that the tea bag didn't get pulled all the way into the mug. He spooned sugar into each mug, two spoonfuls into his, and four into Blaine's.

"Here," Kurt said, pressing the warm mug into Blaine's hands. Blaine expected it to be almost painfully hot, but it was pleasantly warm instead.

"Thank you," Blaine said, and Kurt smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek as he walked past, from the kitchen, to the couch in their makeshift living room. Blaine following, sitting next to his lover, and resting his head against Kurt's shoulder.

"What happened?" Kurt asked softly, no anger or judgement in his voice, just interest.

"There were gunshots," Blaine said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, baby," Kurt said, wrapping his free arm around Blaine's shoulders, "you should've woken me up,"

"You have work early tomorrow," Blaine explained, and Kurt shook his head.

"That doesn't matter. If something is wrong, Blaine, I want you to wake me up, okay? I don't want you to have to go through that sort of thing alone," And Blaine sighed, setting his mug on the coffee table as he rubbed his face with his now free hands.

"I just hate feeling like I can't handle things. I'm twenty three, Kurt. I know we've both started thinking about kids, how am I supposed to be a father if I can't handle my own shit myself?" Blaine asked, and he felt tears pricking in his eyes once again.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt breathed, his own tea placed on the coffee table beside Blaine's, reaching and pulled Blaine's hands from where they were nervously running through his hair, instead squeezing them tight in his own hands, "your trauma doesn't mean you'll be any less of a father," Blaine didn't have an answer for that, he instead let himself fall back into Kurt's arms.

"I couldn't stop picturing you getting shot," Blaine admitted, and Kurt just held him tighter.

"I'm okay. We're safe here, Blaine," and Blaine's breathing was still shaky as tears rolled down his cheeks, but in that moment, wrapped in Kurt's arms, he truly felt safe.

"I love you," he said after a long moment, and Kurt rubbed his back softly.

"I love you too, Blaine. So much," and Kurt pushed him away just enough to see his face, wiping his tears away before leaning in to kiss him. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck, kissing him back, gently.

"How about we go back to bed?" Kurt suggested, and Blaine nodded slowly.

"Can we... can we close the window?" Blaine asked, and Kurt didn't even question it.

"Absolutely," and when they'd both stood from the couch, Kurt reached for Blaine's hand again as they walked to the bedroom. Kurt closed the window, before following Blaine to the bed, crawling in next to him, and rolling so they were facing each other, their legs tangled together, and arms wrapped around each other.

"I love you," Blaine breathed once again, nuzzling into Kurt's neck.

"I love you too," was Kurt's breathy response. Blaine's panic and fear was completely gone as he relaxed in Kurt's arms. They were both safe, and that's all he needed.

#klaine #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #glee #married klaine #klaine fluff #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #comfort #new york city

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backslashdelta · 2 years

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Klaine ► Come to Your Senses - tick, tick…BOOM!

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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year

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Stick Season (1/14)

Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death

A/N: SO I’m TRYING SOMETHING NEW. Ya girl has been obsessed with the Stick Season album by Noah Kahan for a while now, and there are 14 songs and 14 days for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentines challenge so I’m merging the two bc why tf not I guess??

Every day, I’ll write a Drabble or short one-shot based on the summary above, and the song from Stick Season will be picked through a random number generator—so things might not necessarily go in chronological order! I’m a little late as today is the 2nd so I will try to catch up when I can!

Track 2: Stick Season // Day 1: Lovely Day by Bill Withers

Word Count: 401

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It’s been six months since Kurt left Lima without a trace.

Six months since Blaine started counting the seconds between thoughts of Kurt. Considering he’s almost made it a full twenty four hours, he’d say he’s getting better.

He’s at the supermarket and Bill Withers is serenading him to the tune of Lovely Day, and for a moment, Blaine thinks it actually might be one.

And then he sees her.

Carole looks different than the last time Blaine saw her, standing on the Hummel front porch, trying to find the delicate balance between offering condolences and pleading for any scraps of information on where her step son might be. Her eyes were sunken in, then, hair pulled back in a ponytail that hadn’t been washed in several days.

Now, she’s still missing that radiant glow she emanated before her son died, but she seems better than before, standing in front of the grocery store window, as she picks up an avocado, testing the firmness.

Blaine wants to walk away. He should, really. Kurt made it abundantly clear that there was no room in his life for him, why would Carole have any? Surely, she’s forgotten about his existence just like Kurt has.

Still, something compels him to walk over and gently place a hand on her arm. “Carole,” he says softly. “Hi.”

She turns to him, surprise in her eyes. “Oh, sweetie, hi.” She moves to wrap her arms around him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?”

“I’m good. Better. How are you?”

“I could say the same. I miss him. I miss them both.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

That is the understatement of the century.

Blaine’s always had this illusion that if he could pile enough good and warm and bright on all his shit, maybe, just maybe it would cancel out the darkness and bitterness he inherited from his father. He thought Kurt was that brightness—so naturally moral and compassionate that Blaine was certain even the smallest bit of his light would be enough to cast out the shadows that haunt Blaine’s mind.

Instead, Kurt lied, promising Blaine that he was everything. Then he kept on driving forward, leaving their future behind.

Rain patters on the large window by the front of the produce section. “Looks like a storm’s coming,” Carole notes.

Great.

Blaine restarts the internal counter he has. After all, he always sees Kurt when it rains.

#wow look at me im writing!#Klaine #glee #Noah Kahan #stick season #Klaine fanfiction #Klaine valentines challenge 2023 #sorry for the angst

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datshitrandom · 1 year

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Klaine Prompt Reverse Bang Fic: My Dream Come True Author: @little-escapist Artist: datshitrandom Prompt Provided by: datshitrandom Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson Rating: T Word Count: 17,050 Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Quinn Fabray, Tina Cohen-Chang, Elliott Gilbert, Luke Anderson (OC) Summary: Kurt Hummel thought that being a famous model was his dream until he met Blaine Anderson and his little son. Genre/Tropes: Single Dad!Blaine, Photographer!Blaine, Model!Kurt, Age Gap!Klaine Warnings: past Blaine/female character

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klainepromptreversebang2022 #single dad!blaine #photographer!blaine #model!kurt #age gap!klaine #little-escapist #fluffy fluff and boys in love #well young adults in love #and a little boy that knows his dad named him after a sci-fi character #and some angst #as always Blaine comes with baggage #because every klaine fic needs some angst #thanks nery #i loveeeeeee it #🥺🫰

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petergwensbff · 2 months

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i am not immune to s4 klaine

#the angst ate i fear…..#klaine #glee #vish talks

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fallevs · 3 months

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day ten – last night on earth, green day

@klaineccfanficlibrary

Sehnsucht

The moonlight of my life

your face shines bright,

guiding me through the darkness

eith your love, my soul is touched.

In your essence,

I find strength

to overcome the trials and

strife.

Your memory fills the emptiness

of my nights,

bringing back a sense of life.

Though your absence

causes pain

the thought of you is my solace.

In my mind, I see your shadow

and feel the warmth of your embrace.

Your kisses

were sweet nectar

sustaining me day by day.

But now I am left with only remembrance

of you, a faded photograph

that I pray.

Love is a language I struggle to speak

but with you, it was effortless

and though our love may have ended

you will always be my new beginning,

my muse,

my essence.

I'm here to honour you.

If I lose everything in the fire

I'm sendin' all my love to you.

#klainevalentines2024 #kurt's poetry #last night on earth #sehnsucht #german word for longing #set in season six #klaine poetry #klaine fanfiction #klaine angst #kurt angst #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #i don't like it but today is a bad one and i couldn't do any better

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ficrecsforklaine · 1 year

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hey! so basically I used to be a massive klaine fan about 10 years ago and I read a whole bunch of fic about them on fanfiction.net. I’m trying to find this one fic where Kurt is this eccentric, starving artist and Blaine is someone who comes and visits him? It was really poetic and beautiful and I’m so sorry I can’t remember more details. I remember it was set during winter and there were a lot of scenes where Kurt had headphones on while he painted. Thanks in advance!

this may not be the story you are looking for, but the only fic that's popping into my head with Kurt being an artist that Blaine visits often is Going For Broke. the story was removed from FFN, but the author cross-posted it to AO3 then orphaned it.

Going For Broke by orphan_account [AO3] (83,933 words Mature)

Kurt Hummel finds and fixes the broken people, armed with a purple sharpie and his own secrets. He finds Blaine Anderson, who never expected that Kurt might need him just as badly.

if this isn't your story and you can remember any more details, just let me know.

in the meantime, if anyone else has a suggestion of what this story could be, please send it in!

#reply post #justrustandstardust #klaine #klaine fanfiction #artist!kurt #wealthy!blaine #illness #brain tumor #angst with a happy ending

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very-kurtious · 2 years

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Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang Fic: We Can Be Heroes

Author: @very-kurtious

Artist: @kuiinncedes

Prompt Provided by: Anonymous

Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 20,717

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Janey Berry-Hudson (OC). Mentions of Sebastian Smythe, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones and background characters included

Summary: Some people have powers, some people don’t. The world keeps turning regardless. Very few people use their powers in such a way as Kurt Hummel. With an already busy and hectic life; Kurt holds a secret. He protects the city at night time, helps people and defends those who struggle to defend themselves.

It’s stressful, but it works. Until a certain doctor arrives in his life and everything changes. Whether for the worse, or better, is the question.

Genre/Tropes: superhero AU, romance, doctor/patient, slow burn(ish), mutual pining, love at first sight(ish)

Warnings: angst, fighting, fight descriptive, blood, injury mention, overworking, tiredness, burnout, swearing, mentions of darker stuff, superpowers, powers, magic(ish), arguing, sleep deprivation, skipping meals, food problems, family, threats, threats against family and friends, worry, anxiety, overwhelmed, oversensitive, heightened senses, sensory overload. Let me know if I missed any!

Author’s Notes: I had so much fun writing this! It was also great working with the artist on this story and I absolutely LOVE their artwork! I am so happy they felt such a connection with the lines and the story.

I have a soft spot for superhero stuff, and I wanted to show a different side/take to it. Thank you to the anonymous poster who posted the prompt! And to @the-lima-bean for hosting this whole thing! I’ve had a lot of fun and still am with the second wave, it’s a great community event and I urge other people to join in next time!

LINK BELOW!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39535554/chapters/98958519

#glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #angst #superhero AU #prompt challenge #3-2-1 klaine prompt challenge 2022 #imthederpyfox #writing #artwork #story #prompt

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merinelsa · 1 year

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youtube

requested by @izzydoesnotknow

#klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine fanvids #mine #youtube videos #thanks a lot for the request #disclaimer : this is not an anti klaine video i love them and this is made out of love #although i know i kicked these dumbasses quite a bit ( as they deserved ) throughout this vid this is just me reveling in the angst #and truly there is a very thin line between klaine fans and antis there is just something so juicy about their breakups and mess ups #they are video making goals #and you give me some tswift angst goodness ... well here it is #hope you liked it i had a lot of fun making it #Youtube

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they-them-mayhem · 1 year

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Some Background

So I started this Klaine fanfiction in 2012. I'll be the first admit that my writing wasn't at its best; I was just glad that people loved the story so much! Especially since it's kind of a cathartic way to process the trauma of my past. A lot of the abuse/issues/problems/insecurities my characters suffered were similar to my own experiences.

But I digress.

As Let Me In grew in popularity, as the characters developed, and-not to toot my own horn-as my writing improved, I fell in love. I LOVED my story, and I was so inspired by all of the support given to me by my readers. However, I was still under the control of my abusers, and I let them dictate my life. I had to write below the radar, and then I eventually had to abandon Let Me In, leaving it unfinished. I was devastated, but it was what it was.

And then came the long, drawn out process of healing. I got out of my abusive situation thanks to some incredible people who've had my back for as long as I can remember. I owe my life and happiness to them, and I'll never be able to thank them enough.

But this post isn't about me.

Fast forward six years-I'm healthy, happy, and can't stop thinking about Let Me In. Truthfully, I've never stopped thinking about Let Me In. I wanted to finish it; the problem, though, was that original Let Me In didn't really get good until over halfway through the story; it would never reach the full potential I knew it could have.

My decision?

Revive and revise.

I posted an announcement that I was bringing Let Me In back, and I was SHOCKED that so many people showed their excitement. I truly didn't think people were still hanging around this story. It made ME even more excited! However, life always gets in the way, and in the course of four years, I only have six chapters done. And of course I feel guilty, because I feel like I've continued to make empty promises, but I want this revision to be fully complete before I start posting anything, because people don't deserve another unfinished story from me.

So here's where the blog comes in. For anyone who was following me before, here's the proof that it's coming. You can see sneak peeks, updates, random drabbles, and any new people can hopefully join this family I felt like I'd found so long ago. And even if everyone has given up, this is for me, too. I need to finish Let Me In, for the sake of my younger self, and to feel like I can really heal and move on from my past.

And if anyone wants to join and enjoy the ride with me? Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to give Let Me In another chance <3

Love,

Darrenchris6

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