#daddies!Klaine
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Fics where klaine has a baby and they lose it? Or child loss in general? Preferably where they don’t split up.
Hello - not sure I could read this trope! Here is one i found in the libary:
Looks by legallyblained
Kurt and Blaine suffer a devastating loss and try to put their lives back together. Warnings for upsetting themes.
If anyone knows any other, please suggest. ~Jen
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Favorite Fanfics (107/?): Hearing Verse by @adiwriting
#klaine#klaine fic#klaine fanfic#klaine au#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#deaf!blaine#dalton!blaine#college!blaine#barista!kurt#college!kurt#actor!kurt#broadway!kurt#daddies!klaine#12 years in this fandom#and i just found about this fic last week#like HOW?!?!#thanks to the lovely girls from the gc#such a wonderful story#with an important message#also i cried 😭💕#my poster#please do not repost
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This week's @gleedrabbleblog prompt word was "elegant." I present to you a little daddies!Klaine drabble.
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“Look, Daddy! Have you ever seen a more elegant princess?”
Blaine grinned as he watched Kurt twirl their daughter in her Elsa-inspired dress. She was grinning, and as soon as Kurt let go, she ran to Blaine, wrapping her arms around his leg.
“I’m pretty, Daddy?”
“Of course, you are. Are you ready for tonight?” He bent to pick her up, holding her tightly.
“Uh-huh! I’ll sound most beautifulest.”
“I know you will, sweetheart.” Blaine shrugged into the coat Kurt held for him, and the three of them headed out into the snowy evening for the Kindergarten Winter Music Festival.
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#gleedrabbleblog#klaine#daddies!klaine#their daughter goes to a music school#and she is an absolute rockstar
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Power of Love - Huey Lewis & the News
#I am sick!#But this little idea came to my mind…#So…a very quick thing for this day five#One day I will rework this…daddies klaine is precious to me#klainevalentines2024#day five#daddy!klaine#klaine#klaine fanart#Esilher’s drawings
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Check it out
This is the original artwork @datshitrandom gave to me. Since I wrote a pencil art fic, I converted on an app.
All hail Ellah @datshitrandom
Please credit her when reblogged!
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Falling For You - (Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Fic) - Chp 3
Next chapter for you, @mynonah!
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“Daddy!” Tracy shouted excitedly. “You caught Mr. Flower Man!”
Blaine and Kurt stared at each other incredulously.
“You’re Tracy’s father? You’re B. Anderson-Lopez?” Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded as he blushed and smiled shyly. "Blaine. Doctor Blaine Anderson-Lopez. I'm the head of Pediatrics here at Sloan Kettering. And you're Mr. Kurt? Mercedes' friend who is selling the flowers downstairs?" He gently let Kurt down to his stand on his own feet.
Kurt nodded, biting his lip in a really adorable way as his eyes twinkled and he smiled. "Kurt Hummel. Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Blaine. Thanks for catching me there."
“It’s nice seeing you again,” Blaine told him. “Let the record show, though, I didn’t knock you down this time around.”
"Hey!" Cooper pouted, slightly affronted. "I swear I didn't do it on purpose." He turned to offer Kurt an apologetic smile. "Really sorry about that, Kurt. Good thing my brother's got fast hands and a strong grip, right?"
Blaine turned bright red. “Oh god. Stop, Cooper, please stop while you are ahead.”
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#klaine fanfiction#klaine fanfic#klaine fic#klaine#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#klainesecretsanta2023#bitbybitwrites#fic: falling for you
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Monthly Recap Post: January (with a touch of December’s butt)
We asked the important questions, and you voted! Many of you had much to say, so we took a look at the results and crunched some numbers (jk, us gays don’t math), and put together this fun post!
“Do you like Klaine smut?”:
92 brave souls told us that, yes, they really do love them some dirty, nasty PWP starring those irresistible Glee boys–though 4 people now have an imprint of pearls in their one palm from so much clutching, while the other was…scrolling and definitely not reading porn. 😏
“How often do they have sex of any kind?”:
84 lovely people voted, and we seem to mainly think that Kurt and Blaine, especially at their current age with at least one child, are getting it on at least once per week. Good for them, we say!
“When did you first start reading Klaine smut?”:
with 75 votes, the majority began reading (and possibly writing) the good stuff in 2010-2013. On average that’s 12.5 years of the same cocks; call that dedication. Are your hands tired yet? Ya know, from all the scrolling and typing.
“most embarrassing sex moment” parts 1-4:
with 57, 43, 36, and 46 votes respectively, there was definitely a theme with the winners🧐: “caught by Burt”, “interrupted by any member of the New Directions”, “fell asleep”, and ‘“Daddies, what are you doing?”. We only do things behind very secure closed doors I guess. How scandalous for others to know people, gasp, have *whispers* sex.
“Is Blaine a size queen?”:
66% say yes, and Kurt has a huge dick too! (obvs)
“Suck it or Fuck it? (aka lick it or stick it)” series:
Blaine’s mouth is the most fuckable
Blaine loves to use that perfect mouth on Kurt’s mouth
Kurt fellates Blaine’s fingers and might just have a hand fetish
Blaine loves Kurt’s soft af hands and fingers wrapped around his dick
Blaine loves the taste of Kurt’s thighs, teasing them with licks and sucks and kisses before he…lets Kurt (ab)use that perfectly fuckable mouth with his cock
Whoa! A tie! In the words of @fairy-tale-mom, “Blaine's doing all the things to his boy.” That is to say, using his mouth to get Blaine’s muscular thighs nice and slick before going to town with his cock between them
Blaine just wants to lick, lick, lick Kurt's abs
Kurt also wants to put his mouth all over Blaine's belly
Okay, okay...you guys think Blaine needs a taste of Kurt's ass before fucking him, and that's fair
But y'all definitely are a fan of Kurt topping and just going to town on that ass--or maybe Blaine is just greedy and impatient when he wants his ass filled
“more likely to have a wank in the shower”: overwhelmingly Blaine
“more likely to wank off to a video of the other performing”: also overwhelmingly Blaine
So, basically Blaine’s a horndog and has absolutely no issue taking care of himself when Kurt’s not around. That’s why they invented masturbation, eh?
“What's the best part of shower sex?”: “Nah man, showers aren't for sex. That shit's dangerous.” (boo! hiss! where’s the fun in that?)
“Has Kurt ever had a sex dream about Cooper?”: “Yes, and Blaine can never know.”
😏😏😏 The day may come when Blaine opens up Kurt’s laptop only to find an incognito window open to FreeCreditRatingToday(dot)com, slash—wait a sec, are these keys sticky? *sniffs fingers* *hesitantly, lick fingers* Blaine’s probably already halfway to the shower to jerk off.
"Has Blaine ever had a sex dream about Finn?": "No dude, Finn is gross (seriously, change your underwear daily, it's not hard)" And to that, we say, "no comment".
Fuck, Marry, Kill series
The Chrises: Pine, Hemsworth, Evans – Kurt would...definitely fuck Hemsworth, though it was too close a call with the other two.
The Toms: Hardy, Holland, Hiddleston – Blaine would...undoubtedly fuck Hardy and maybe possibly marry Hiddleston, though this was a close call too.
The Taylors: Lautner, Hanson, Zakhar Perez – Kurt would...Fuck Lautner, Marry Zakhar Perez, Kill Hanson. No real contest here.
The Adams: Levine, Lambert, Brody – Blaine would...Fuck Levine, Marry Lambert, Kill Brody. That’s fair, especially since we know Maroon 5 helps Kurt get (cyber) lucky. What doesn’t turn Blaine on though?
The Hughs: Grant, Jackman, Dancy – Kurt would…Well would you look at that! It’s a tie! Kurt gets to get his polyamorous game on and marry both Jackman and Grant (it’s the accent, right?), though Jackman is his go to fuckhubby. He’s also screwing Dancy on the side before killing him. What a lucky, lucky boy…
The Georges: Clooney, Lucas, Michael – Blaine would…Fuck Michael, Marry Clooney, Kill Lucas…?! You guys do know that George Lucas is the creator of Star Wars, right? Forget about killing him, we believe Blaine would happily play a human doormat and let him walk all over him (literally in a fetish kinda way) if it meant he got to live at the Skywalker Ranch…😉
Fuck, Marry, Kill - The Latino/Hispanic Singers: Enrique Iglesias, Ricky Martin, Marc Anthony - Kurt would…Fuck Enrique, Marry Ricky, Kill Marc. We get it. Marry Ricky for the (legally bound) daily man candy and ongoing fucking.
Fuck, Marry, Kill - The Lukes: Skywalker, Duke, Danes - Blaine would…Fuck Danes, Marry Skywalker, Kill Duke. This one was kinda close too, though you guys definitely agree he'd kill Duke. We like to think marrying Danes and thus securing an endless supply of coffee is on brand for Blaine-"If he and I got married, the Gap would give me a 50% discount"-Anderson. But hey, he does love himself some Star Wars.
Threesome Mini Tourney: Klaine + Glee Guys!
Conclusion!
Final Thoughts/Thanks: Whew, it’s been a long, busy month of Kurt and Blaine getting very busy with their long—polls. We want to thank everyone who played along and hope you all had as much fun as we did. We look forward to the new month, especially the start of the official porny tourney. More info to come very soon!
-- xoxo, The KlainePornyTourney mods
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how do you think the glee gang would mesh with the hsmtmts gang, if at all?
i at least think klaine and seblos would like, never shut up about musical theater together akfjdlsk. brittany and gina would be dancing circles around everyone. and i like the idea of a tina/ashlyn friendship idk
oh my god i have thought about this so much you dont even KNOW....
i cannot tell if klaine and seblos would absolutely love or hateeee each other like you have the two very distinguished gays of more or less the same taste and then you have daddys money and his farmer boyfriend who are equally as annoying (said with love) but in the opposite regard. i honestly do think carlos and kurt would be besties but i think they would lowkey side eye each other at first.
now that i say it i can absolutely see carlos kurt and blaine all talking about cashmere and seb is just like :) <3
i think carlos and gina would hate rachel tho 😭 the whole hsmtmts gang in general is so omg were so different but were so family and we all play to each others strengths!! and then seeing rachel just dominate theyd be like uh. no
gina would sooo be into the unholy trinity crowd but i think she would also bring them down to earth a little, and i think it would lowkey spook ricky to see all of them hanging out and talking to him bc big red told him when they were freshman or smth that santana put kurt in a dumpster 💀
also tina and ashlyn friendship is gold, and them + kourtney and mercedes as well i think <3 (hsmtmts did just take the glee cast and duplicated it but thats another story 😭)
also need s1 ej and rachel berry to meet. sent a girl to a crackhouse x slipped the lead a bad deviled egg are a match made in hell
#also omg hello <3#thank u for sending this#this is so fun i could think about this for so long#bc glee is like unhinged we have no budget vibes#and hsmtmts is like we have no budget but at least everybody is choosing to be here vibes#angelhummel#ask
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Klaine 41 or 42 or both xD
41: because the world is saved
Kurt can’t help but smile watching his husband and their kids run around their home as they play out another one of their superhero adventures. He hasn’t been fully tuned into the story, but from what he’s gathered so far, Lightning Girl (Audrey) and Dino Boy (Spencer) have been captured in their attempts to defeat Evil Doctor Grizz (the ridiculously large stuffed bear Sam bought the kids a couple years ago) so Nightbird (Blaine) has been called in to help save the day. So their home is currently filled with superhero sound effects and little feet running around and shrieks of laughter as Blaine scoops the kids up and “flies” around the house with them in his arms in their collective victory.
Kurt joins Blaine and the kids as they land on the couch, and Audrey and Spencer start telling him all about how they saved New York City from Evil Doctor Grizz. Of course, it’s a feat deserving of many kisses, so Kurt and Blaine pepper their kids’ faces with kisses until they have two little ones who are all giggled out sprawled across their laps on the couch.
"Daddies, can we have movie night, pleeease?" Audrey pleads a minute later.
"Well, obviously our heroes deserve some reward for saving the city," Kurt answers her. "Pajamas and brush your teeth first, and then we'll pick a movie, okay?"
"Whoever gets back here fastest gets to pick," Blaine adds as the kids dash off to their rooms to get in pajamas. Blaine sinks back against the couch a little further.
"Does Nightbird also need to go get a little more comfortable?" Kurt prompts.
"Nightbird needs a minute first," Blaine says, eyes closed for a moment. "Saving the city is tiring."
"I'll bet it is. Thank goodness we have Nightbird to save the city though."
"Nightbird is happy to be of service."
“And I’m sure Nightbird will be rewarded very generously for his service,” he finishes, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips.
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Were you dying to know what happens next for Kurt and Blaine? Did you wonder if Blaine would ever let Kurt live the left swipe down?
The wait is now over!
Yep, that's right. I caved. Swipe is getting a sequel!
Special thanks go to @little-escapist and @rockitmans for kickstarting the inspiration, and endless thanks always to @quizasvivamos who is not only the best beta, cheerleader and sounding board I could ask for, but who also took pity on me and transformed my super basic art into the beauty that you see right now =D ILY Beth! <3
There'll be 14 chapters total, with a new chapter being posted every day starting Feb 1st, so if you subscribe to the series, it'll be tomorrow before you know it ;)
Happy Valentine's Day!
Title: When It’s Right, It’s Right
Rating: M
Summary: With such a memorable first meeting, it can be no wonder that their future will be anything but ordinary. Or, a tale of how several lefts can eventually lead to a right.
* The sequel to ‘Swipe’, featuring fourteen snap shots of Kurt and Blaine’s life following that fateful encounter. New chapters posted daily up until the 14th.
Happy Valentine’s Day! *
Life Stage: Adult/Professional, Multiple
Warnings: The fic in general is very sweet and fluffy and suitable for most ages, but chapter 8 will be explicit and very much Not Suited For Work ;)
Genre(s): Fluff, Romance, AU
Trope(s): Vogue!Kurt, Fashion Designer!Kurt, Lawyer!Blaine, AU: never met, AU: different first meeting, slices of life, Daddies!Klaine
#gwen writes#When It's Right It's Right#the sequel to Swipe#glee#klaine#klaine fanfiction#klaine fanart#Tomorrow! Tomorrow!#I love you tomorrow!#You're only a day awaaaaay!
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Klaine Untitled Daddy!Kink Fic, Finally Complete After 2014 Hiatus
prompt: @likearumchocolatesouffle replied to your post:
The first time Kurt realizes he finds [kink of your choice] extremely hot and erotic.
Content Warnings: daddy!kink, hints of ageplay, soft humiliation; unnegotiated kink
"I just feel like I'm not pulling my weight." Blaine shut the door behind them.
Kurt rolled his eyes and started putting away the groceries. "Honey, you're still paying half the rent -"
"My parents are paying half the rent - "
" - and it's your final year. You're overloaded on credits. I'm out of school. I'm working. We've got savings. You not killing yourself again trying to work and study is not going to hurt us financially, okay?"
Kurt turned from the cupboards to look at Blaine more closely. He was drawn in on himself, eyes downcast, rubbing one of his wrists slowly.
"This is really bothering you."
Blaine gave a shrug.
"You know, two years ago when my dad got sick again, you were the one insisting that what's mine is yours and that I absolutely should take the time off work."
"Yeah, but that was different."
Kurt stayed silent, waiting for Blaine's eyes to glance up and meet his before arching a skeptical eyebrow.
Blaine flushed a little. "Okay, maybe not that different."
"See?" Kurt dropped a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. "Besides," he tossed over his shoulder as he turned back to the business of putting away the canned goods in just the right order, "I just got that raise. I'm practically rolling in riches. I'd be remiss in my duties as a loving boyfriend to not take care of my honey in any way that I can."
Kurt heard a snort from behind him as warm arms wound around his middle and Blaine's chin peeked over his shoulder. "So you're going to take care of me, huh? Be my sugar daddy?"
Kurt bit back a smile. "Only if you're very, very good."
Blaine was nuzzling into his neck now in a way that Kurt knew meant he was about to say something teasing. "But I'm always good, Daddy." His voice had gone high and sweet, somehow conveying the overdone pout Kurt just knew was on Blaine's face, and this was when Kurt should be saying something back, some clever response or affectionate nonsense, but instead he was just clutching at the box of wheatabix in his hands desperately locking his knees against the flood of heat that'd ran through him at the sound of Blaine calling him -
Oh god. He was even more of a pervert than he'd thought.
Kurt could feel the warmth of Blaine's body receding as Blaine pulled back in concern. "Kurt, what - "
Blaine's voice suddenly broke off, and Kurt knew it was because he could see it in the lines of Kurt's body, how fucking turned on he was, and god, this was humiliating. He was a pervert, and now his boyfriend knew it, and if he could just think up an excuse maybe Blaine would let him use it, take the plausible deniability and forget this ever happened, but he couldn't think of a thing to say because jesus, that sweet little voice was still echoing in his ears, mutating into dirtier things and he could practically hear Blaine asking in a high tentative voice if he was doing this right, Daddy, saying that he wanted to be good and --
"Daddy?"
Kurt dropped the box of crackers. That questioning voice wasn't in his head, that was real, was Blaine, and Blaine was tugging on his sleeve now, looking up at him through his fucking gorgeous eyelashes in an entirely unfair kind of way.
"I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me, Daddy. Can I?"
Blaine didn't wait for an answer, though, dropping to his knees and gazing up at Kurt in such innocent awe that Kurt couldn't help the thought of god i am definitely going to hell that flashed across his staunchly atheist brain, because Blaine like this would inspire a fucking priest to sin and Blaine was reaching forward now, fumbling with Kurt's fly in his eagerness and oh, this was going to a blowjob place and Kurt was definitely down with that, so very down with that, Blaine's blowjobs deserved symphonies composed in their honor and wait why was Blaine stopping -
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I'm 'sposed to ask."
Blaine was twisting his fingers in his shirt, looking down at the ground guiltily and only shooting Kurt the occasional nervous glance asking for forgiveness and approval and how had Kurt ever gotten this lucky, seriously.
"That's right," he managed to choke out, and probably they should stop and talk about this or something, but blowjob. "You're supposed to ask for things you want. How is - " Kurt swallowed hard, light headed, "How is Daddy supposed to know if you don't ask, huh?"
"D'know," Blaine muttered shamefully.
"You want to suck D-Daddy's cock for him,” Kurt asked, blindly undoing his pants and pulling his erection out himself. “That what you want, baby?"
Blaine nodded, eyes huge in his face, and the next thing Kurt knew a warm wet tongue was lapping eagerly at his cock and fingers both, his boyfriend almost falling over in his rush for his treat, a look of such excited satisfaction on his face that Kurt almost felt bad denying him, but - "Ah ah, greedy," he scolded, tangling a hand in Blaine’s curls and yanking him back in admonishment.
He had to pause for a moment, his grip on Blaine’s hair tightening involuntarily at the disconsolate noise Blaine had made at being pulled away. And the way he was straining against Kurt’s hold, desperate for Kurt’s - no, for his Daddy’s cock - Jesus.
Kurt swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “What did we just talk about, baby?”
“Sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry - “
“That’s not an answer, baby,” Kurt said disapprovingly. “What did we just talk about?”
Blaine slumped down where he knelt, the very picture of guilty dejection. “Asking.”
“that’s right,” Kurt agreed. Pulling back on Blaine’s hair, he forced his boyfriend to look him in the eye. “And did what you just did involve asking in any way?”
Blaine fidgeted in clear reluctance, trying to look away despite the fierce grip Kurt had on him. “No,” he finally admitted.
Kurt nodded. “No,” he repeated, releasing Blaine’s hair to cross his arms in what was hopefully a stern and foreboding fashion.
Blaine was biting his lip again now, and god, how was that innocently nervous action so fucking hot? He was doing it on purpose, too; had to be, the little minx.
"Please may I suck your cock, Daddy? Please? M’sorry I didn’t ask, really I am, I'll never forget again, I promise, I just wanna make you feel good, wanna thank you for taking such good care of me, please Daddy please -"
Kurt hummed consideringly, letting one of his hands drop to lazily stroke his cock - it was torture, going so teasingly slow, pretending he was completely unaffected, but it was worth it for the desperate little whine of need Blaine hadn’t even seem to have noticed he had made. “I’m not sure that’s true, though.”
“It is, I promise it is - “
Kurt shook his head, deliberately pursing his lips in disappointment. “I don’t think so. I don’t think you want to suck Daddy’s cock as a thank-you at all. You just want to suck cock, don’t you, baby?”
Kurt could see a flicker of hesitation cross his boyfriend’s face, and worried he’d gone too far.
“I -” Blaine started then stopped, conflict in his eyes, and Kurt was about to apologize when Blaine gave a minute nod of permission, tongue flickering out to wet his lips. There was still hesitance visible on his face, but it was overshadowed by the aroused dilation of his pupils and the way his eyes were boring into Kurt’s now, silently urging him on.
God.
“Yeah,” Kurt repeated, exhaling shakily as he used his thumb to idly trace over the head of his leaking erection. “This is what you want, isn’t it, baby? What you always want, you greedy thing.”
The words fell from his lips without any real conscious thought, and off in one corner of his mind Kurt hoped anxiously he hadn’t crossed any lines with that last bit.
Blaine’s immediate response quickly calmed those worries, though.
“Don’t mean to be, Daddy, really I don’t -”
Kurt shushed Blaine’s protestations soothingly. “I know, baby. You can’t help yourself.”
Letting go of his erection for a moment, Kurt reached out, offering his fingers sticky with precum to Blaine who automatically leaned forward, mouth open and eager -
but then pulled himself back, looking for permission.
Kurt smiled in approval. “There’s my good baby,” he said, slipping his fingers into Blaine’s open mouth and letting him suckle at them. “See what happens when you’re patient? Daddy takes care of you.”
Blaine’s grateful whimpers and the slick slurping sound of his mouth working were strangely loud, echoing in Kurt’s ears along with the harsh thump-thump-thump of his own heartbeat.
“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” Kurt’s voice sounded strange to his own ears, far off, but it didn’t matter because he had this beautiful, beautiful boy at his feet, looking up at him in innocent adoration and god, Kurt wanted to make a complete mess of him, see those big eyes blinking up at him from a face streaked with come and tears. Blaine was nodding frantically now, still sucking away at Kurt’s fingers but also reaching forward and tangling his fingers desperately in Kurt’s clothes, as though he thought Kurt might somehow be taken away. He looked like he was about to cry when Kurt started gently pulling his fingers back, and Kurt quickly crouched down to give him an apologetic kiss. “I know, baby, I know - but you can’t suck Daddy’s cock with his fingers still in your mouth, now can you?”
Blaine shook his head, eyes wide.
“No,” Kurt agreed. “And that’s what you really want, isn’t it? What you need?”
“Please, Daddy - “
Kurt ran an affectionate hand through his boyfriend’s curls. “Okay, baby. It’s okay. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” Standing back up, he went ahead and shimmied out of his pants before extending a hand downward. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you a little more comfortable.”
Blaine pliantly let himself be pulled to his feet and led to the bedroom, but objected a little when Kurt started undressing him. “I can do it myself, Daddy, I can.”
“Maybe so,” Kurt said with calm equanimity. The walk to the bedroom, short as it had been, had allowed him to pull himself a little more together, so he no longer felt in danger of either passing out or losing the thread of - of - whatever it was they were doing and just fucking the living daylights out of his perfect, amazing, sexy boyfriend. “But Daddy wants to do it.”
Blaine let out a huffy sigh of what must be meant to be annoyance, but Kurt could see the shyly pleased look on his face and filed that bit of knowledge away for later, when he could thoroughly examine it and all it might mean. Having crouched down to help his boyfriend out of his jeans, Kurt gave into a sudden whimsical urge on the way back up to drop a smackingly wet kiss on the soft slight curve of Blaine’s belly, making him laugh in surprise and try to squirm away. “Kurt, what -”
Kurt grabbed his hips to hold him still and blew an experimental raspberry before pulling back to look up at his boyfriend. “Daddy,” he reminded Blaine, blowing another raspberry and smiling against the shaking skin as Blaine laughed again and wiggled in protest.
“Daddy,” he complained, voice going high and almost scandalized.
“Blai-aine,” Kurt mimicked back up at him, barely able to keep from laughing himself. Blaine looked so - so childishly affronted, like Kurt had broken the unspoken rules of the universe.
“You said I was going to get to suck your cock, Daddy. This is not cock sucking!”
The words should’ve been ridiculous, bizarre, but Blaine’s pouting indignation was so adorable Kurt had to bite his lip to keep an almost uncontrollable grin from spreading all over his face. He wanted to kiss that pout away, but really, Blaine was just making this game far too easy.
“I thought you were being my good patient baby?” Kurt arched an eyebrow.
Blaine’s face froze in wide-eyed dread. “I am, I promise!”
Kurt shook his head sadly. “I don’t know, baby, that didn’t sound very patient to me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ll do better, I promise promise --”
Kurt leaned back on his heels, pursing his lips in deliberation. “You said that already, baby, and look what happened. Maybe Daddy’s been spoiling you too much, hmm? Letting you suck his cock all the time, fucking that pretty little hole of yours whenever you want.”
“No, Daddy, M’not spoiled, M’not, I’m your good boy, I am, I’m sorry I wasn’t patient, it’s just so hard, Daddy, but I’m trying, I really am - “
Blaine sounded close to tears now, and that hadn’t been Kurt’s intention at all.
“I know, baby,” he hurriedly shushed his boyfriend, standing up and gently prodding Blaine backward to sit on the bed, pressing him back down into the mattress. “I know, Daddy knows how hard it is for you, how hard you try. You’re such a good boy for Daddy. Daddy doesn’t expect you to be perfect, he knows you’re just a baby. Wouldn’t be fair to expect a baby to be perfectly patient all the time, would it? Especially not a slutty baby like you. Just a baby cockslut, aren’t you?”
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat and he froze, trying to gauge Blaine’s reaction. He hadn’t meant to say that. They’d played around with dirty talk before, but Kurt had never let himself bring up how desperate Blaine could get, had never let himself even whisper the sweetly degrading words that wanted so desperately to tumble from his lips every time they fucked, no matter how greedily Blaine swallowed his come or how quickly he spread his legs and prettily he begged for Kurt’s cock. They were words straight out of porn, like cockslut and comeslut and you greedy, greedy thing, and Kurt didn’t know where they were coming from or why the thought of crooning them into Blaine’s ear made liquid heat rush down his spine, just that they did, even though they were dirty and cruel and the complete opposite of loving. They were dismissive, humiliating, and somehow they felt as precious as any of the endearments he did use - more so, even - sweeter in their cruelty.
Kurt had never let himself use them before, but Blaine was there calling him Daddy and looking at him with those wide, teary eyes, so desperate and needy and his, and they’d just slipped out, rolled as easily off his tongue as baby and sweetheart and his heart was beating so loudly now with nervous adrenaline as he anxiously waited for Blaine to suddenly decide that he’d had enough, that this was too weird, too messed up --
Underneath him Blaine made a choked little whimper but didn’t object, wrapping his hands in Kurt’s shirt again in a death grip - and Kurt really should take that off at some point, shouldn’t he - and looking up at him in a sort of disbelieving and worshipful desperation, like Kurt had offered him the world but at any moment might take it back.
Kurt released his caught breath shakily in a rush of relief. “Just a baby cockslut,” he repeated, voice going soft and sing-song. “That’s right, isn’t it, baby?”
Blaine’s eyes were huge in his face as he nodded his head with a quiet sob, turning his head to the side in embarrassed misery.
Kurt shushed him, making little sympathetic noises. “It’s okay, baby; nothing Daddy didn’t already know.” He patted the pillow up above Blaine’s head, encouraging him to scoot up a little. “That’s my good baby.”
As Blaine resettled himself further up on the bed, Kurt took the opportunity to quickly strip of what was left of his clothes before clambering up on the bed to straddle his boyfriend’s chest.
"Okay, baby,” Kurt said, trying to keep his voice steady, calm and indulgent. This was a reward, after all. “Open up for Daddy.”
With a whimper, Blaine did. “That’s perfect,” Kurt praised his boyfriend, slowly feeding Blaine his cock. “Yeah, keep your mouth open, baby. Just like that.” Blaine was eagerly slurping at Kurt’s cock now, eyelashes fluttering in the dirtiest kind of contentment. Kurt braced himself against the headboard, straining to control himself. He was going to let Blaine suck his cock. He was. He could fuck Blaine’s mouth properly later. This was Blaine’s reward, and Kurt was going to let him take his time for once. “Show Daddy what a good cocksucker his baby can be,” he crooned, “Maybe Daddy’ll even come in your mouth, if you’re very good. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’re almost as much of a comeslut as you are a cockslut.”
Blaine made a sharp little sound at that, whimpering around the cock so perfectly filling his mouth and sucking harder, jerking suddenly upward to take more in and choking himself in his eagerness.
“Jesus, Blaine -”
Kurt quickly pulled back to let his boyfriend breathe, biting back a moan at the chill air when his cock slipped out of that wet warmth. Blaine was coughing wetly but still straining forward, blindly chasing after him. “Hey, stop a minute. Breathe for me, honey. Come on, sit up.” Kurt moved to the side, ignoring the way his erection slapped against his stomach.
“Breathe,” Kurt said again, more sharply, pulling Blaine back by the hair when he rolled over, seemingly intent on swallowing Kurt down again, oxygen or no. “Blaine, I’m not kidding. I need you to sit up for me.” Blaine was shaking, and not just from the hiccupping cough. He looked absolutely wrecked, overcome.
It was really fucking hot.
It was also concerning. Kurt had never seen Blaine like this before.
Without even meaning to, he slid back into the soothing patter of before, pulling Blaine up against him. “Come on, baby, big breaths. You can do it.” He exaggerated his own breaths, trying to encourage Blaine to follow suit. It seemed to work - the stuttering rise and fall of Blaine’s breaths slowly steadied into the same pattern.
“Hey, you. Feeling better?”
Blaine didn’t reply, but Kurt could feel a shy nod against his neck.
“What was all that about?” Kurt asked gently. His voice was still higher, soothing, and he wasn’t quite sure why, just that it felt right - like anything more like his usual tone of voice would be some sort of weird intrusion.
Blaine shrugged.
“Baby, Daddy needs you to use your words,” Kurt scolded, then froze. What was he doing?
“I’m sorry, Blaine, I guess I got carried away with - “ Kurt didn’t even know what to call what they’d been doing.
Blaine’s voice interrupted him, small and ashamed. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Kurt paused, unsure of what to do next. Did this mean Blaine wanted to keep doing -
“I just wanted more, Daddy. I couldn’t help it.”
There was a pause.
“I know I was being greedy. I didn’t mean to be!” Blaine’s voice got higher in his hurry to assure Kurt of this. “I - I couldn’t help it,” he repeated, voice tiny and tentative. “‘Cause - ‘cause I’m a - I’m a -”
well, that was a pretty clear answer.
Blaine was still stumbling over the last part of his sentence.
Kurt decided to help him. “Because you’re a cockslut, baby? Is that what you mean?”
Blaine nodded, face flushed and hot against Kurt’s skin.
“Use your words, baby.”
It was cruel, but Kurt wanted to hear Blaine say the words himself. All of a sudden, it seemed like the most important thing in the world.
“Tell Daddy why you’re so greedy.”
Blaine made a small wounded sound. “Be-because I’m a - I’m a - Daddy, please -”
Kurt tugged Blaine’s hair cruelly, making him lean back and look Kurt in the eyes.
“Say it.”
Blaine shut his eyes in despair, visibly swallowing. Then his lashes fluttered open and he looked Kurt straight in the eye.
“because I’m a cockslut.”
Jesus. Kurt barely managed to bite back the groan that threatened to escape. He’d never even allowed himself to imagine Blaine actually saying those words, not that anything he could have imagined could have possibly compared to the reality of that tiny yet assured voice, the pink blush high in Blaine’s cheeks, a feverish flush of humiliated arousal, his eyes blown-black but still desperately seeking approval -
Yeah, no. Kurt might have an excellent imagination and a knack for visualization, for seeing not just what is but what could be, but there are limits to what the human brain is capable of, okay.
Blaine was drawing in on himself now, biting his lip and hugging himself, pulling away from Kurt’s grip, and crap, Kurt sucked so much sometimes, he really did.
“Hey, no, sweetheart,” Kurt hurriedly said, cajoling Blaine into looking back up at him. “No being shy, baby. You were so good for Daddy, admitting what a slut you are. That was hard, I know.”
Blaine gave a little nod of agreement, shooting Kurt a hesitantly listening look up through his eyelashes, then letting out a surprised giggle at the impulsive kiss Kurt gave to the tip of his nose.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart - Daddy’s so proud of you, being so brave, and he should have said so. Daddy got distracted by how beautiful his baby is, that’s all, but he is very-”
Kurt kissed one flushed cheek.
“- very -”
The other.
“ -very-”
Blaine’s nose again.
“-proud,” Kurt finished, pulling back amid further giggles. “What do you think, baby? Do you think you deserve a reward for being so brave?”
Blaine started to nod eagerly, then stopped, slumped, shook his head.
“No?” Kurt was surprised. He hadn’t expected that.
Blaine shook his head again, looking intently at the absent designs he was tracing on Kurt’s chest. “Was greedy.”
Kurt had to pause, try to regroup. How should he play this?
“That’s true,” he said after a minute, stalling for time. “You were very greedy.”
Blaine gave a small, miserable nod of his head.
“What do you think Daddy should do with his greedy baby?” Kurt asked, hoping for a little bit of guidance.
Blaine didn’t answer, so Kurt prompted him further: “Should Daddy -- should Daddy punish his baby for being so greedy?”
Kurt really kind of hoped the answer was no, because he really had no idea of how to go from there. Spanking was like, traditional, he was pretty sure, but he’d never spanked anyone before, and what if he like, hurt Blaine? What if he couldn’t even manage to bring himself to do it at all, and the entire strange thing they’d been building together collapsed in on itself like a house of cards? What if--
Blaine’s eyes flashed up to meet his, shaking his head slightly, and Kurt breathed a small sigh of relief.
“No, that wouldn’t be fair of Daddy, would it?”
Blaine’s minute nod was enough to reassure Kurt that he was on the right track this time. “No, not fair at all,” Kurt repeated, mind working frantically as he considered and discarded various tacts, finally hitting on one he thought would work.
“Daddy hasn’t been doing his job, has he, baby?”
Blaine opened his mouth, clearly about to protest, and Kurt hurried on: “Daddy’s been so busy lately, he hasn’t been giving his baby cockslut what he needs.”
Blaine closed his mouth again, a considering look on his face.
“Of course you’re being a greedy baby, going so long without sucking any cock. You haven’t gotten fucked at all this week, have you, baby?”
That wasn’t even a lie, really. They hadn’t had a chance for sex yet this week. So what if it was only Tuesday?
Blaine shook his head shyly, making Kurt hum in agreement.
“That’s practically forever for a baby cockslut,” he commiserated. “Daddy should just be glad his baby wasn’t dropping to his knees for every cock he could find.”
“I wouldn’t, Daddy, I wouldn’t -”
Kurt shook his head sadly. “I don’t know, baby; Daddy thinks maybe you would.”
Blaine miserably shook his head in protest, promising over and over that he wouldn’t, that he would never, and the sheer intensity of his protest worried Kurt for a moment, but Blaine was still rock hard against him, voice high and sweet as ever, and Kurt couldn’t help but press a little harder.
“Don’t lie to Daddy, baby,” he chided, disentangling Blaine’s arms from around his neck and pushing him back a little.
“Not lying, Daddy, I’m not -”
Kurt sighed in exaggerated disapproval. “I’m disappointed in you, baby, lying like this. And you were being so good for me.”
“But I’m not, I promise -”
“Baby,” Kurt said sharply, crossing his arms now. “Tell me again what you are.”
“I -”
“Now, baby. Daddy wants to hear you say it.”
“Daddy, please, not again, I already said”
“Tell me what you are, baby.”
Blaine was teary-eyed again, flushed and fidgeting, and Kurt waited for him to tap out, to call the whole thing off, but Blaine still didn’t.
“A - a - cockslut, Daddy.”
The words were accompanied by an almost sob of humiliation, and Kurt distantly felt guilty for the no longer unexpected rush of heat he felt at the sound.
“That’s right,” Kurt agreed. “Just a baby cockslut. You really expect Daddy to believe his baby cockslut wouldn’t slut his way around New York if Daddy wasn’t there to take care of him?”
“Wouldn’t,” Blaine insisted. “Daddy, I wouldn’t.”
He sounded on the verge of tears, and Kurt relented a little. “Okay, baby,” He said soothingly. “It’s okay. Daddy knows you wouldn’t. Not just anybody’s cockslut, are you, baby?”
Blaine shook his head, eyes wide. “No, Daddy, just yours, I promise -”
Kurt cut Blaine off with a kiss, humming into his mouth with approval and hand coming up to cup his cheek. He could feel the sticky dried tearstains trailing down his boyfriend’s face, and it was slightly sickening, how even that served to turn him on.
“Baby’s only a cockslut for his daddy, isn’t he?” Kurt asked softly, pulling back from the kiss.
Blaine nodded, and Kurt kissed him again, quickly, chastely.
“Baby’s been so good for Daddy,” he praised Blaine. “He did get a little greedy, but he’s just a baby. Daddy hadn’t been taking proper care of him. Of course his baby got greedy.” Kurt gently wiped at the damp corners of Blaine’s eyes. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here now. What do you want, baby? You want to suck Daddy’s cock?”
Kurt couldn’t help but grin at how eagerly Blaine nodded his head in response.
“You sure, baby?” He teased. “Don’t want Daddy to fuck you instead?”
He carefully bit back a laugh at the distressed look that flashed across Blaine’s face. His boyfriend was clearly torn.
“Both, Daddy? Please?”
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Both? Baby’s still feeling a little greedy, huh?”
“Please, Daddy,” Blaine begged. “I can’t pick, I can’t. S’too hard.”
Kurt nodded in sympathy. “You want Daddy to decide, baby?”
Blaine nodded mutely.
“Okay, baby,” Kurt said fondly, pressing down firmly on one of Blaine’s shoulders. “Go ahead and suck Daddy’s cock for a while. Slow, though, baby. No hurting yourself.”
Blaine resisted the push downward for a moment. “But Daddy, I wanna do it prop’ly.” His voice was higher again, the phrasing childish, and fuck, it was disconcertingly hot.
“What do you mean, properly, baby? You mean you want to take Daddy all the way down your throat? Is that it?”
Blaine nodded. “Please, Daddy. I know I can do it, I know I can.” His voice was earnest and determined.
Kurt smiled affectionately, caressing his boyfriend’s face gently. “I’m sure you can, baby,” he assured him. “Daddy knows his baby can do anything he puts his mind to.”
This time, Blaine pliantly followed Kurt’s nudge downward, sliding back on the bed with his knees tucked under him, arms braced against Kurt’s thighs for balance.
“How about you let Daddy help you this time?” Kurt suggested somewhat breathlessly. He didn’t want Blaine to choke again, but, God, just the thought of actually fucking Blaine’s throat, of seeing that gorgeously sinful mouth take all of him --
Jesus. How was Kurt supposed to resist that?
“Okay, Daddy,” Blaine agreed eagerly, looking up with wide, trusting eyes from where he hovered, inches above Kurt’s cock.
Kurt swallowed hard, trying to control himself. “Go ahead and take Daddy in your mouth, baby,” he instructed. “Just the head for right now. Use your tongue - yeah, like that, baby,” Kurt interrupted himself to praise the way Blaine had immediately started lapping at Kurt’s cock, drawing tortuously sweet circles on the sensitive underside and sucking lusciously wet kisses to the head. “Just like that,” he repeated, trying not to moan. “You’re being so good for Daddy.”
Blaine didn’t stop in his endeavors, but Kurt could feel him trying not to beam proudly around the cock in his mouth.
Kurt tipped his head back to lean against the headboard, absently tangling fingers in Blaine’s hair, petting at his curls with lazy approval as he let himself relax into the sharp, almost-too-much pleasure building from the concentrated attention of Blaine’s hot, sucking mouth. “Baby’s got such a sweet slut mouth,” he gasped out, barely paying attention to the dirty words of praise falling from his lips. “Sucks his daddy’s cock so well.”
Blaine whimpered and seemed to double his efforts, if that was even possible, mouth sloppy wet and desperately trying to swallow down more despite Kurt’s quickly restraining grip on his hair.
“Ah ah, baby,” Kurt scolded breathlessly. “Not till Daddy says you can.”
The muffled sound of frustrated desperation that came from Blaine at this admonishment gave Kurt a ridiculously vindictive sense of pleasure.
The fact that Blaine had paused in his ministrations, on the other hand, did not, and Kurt tugged at Blaine’s curls sharply in reproval. “Did Daddy say to stop?” He asked, voice dangerous.
There was a quick intake of breath around his cock before Blaine went back to work with a guiltily apologetic air.
“That’s better,” Kurt said, loosening his grip and relaxing again. “Just like that, baby. Daddy loves his baby’s slut mouth, so sweet around him, so eager.” Sinking back into the pillows, he gave himself over to the warm wet mouth working so steadily on him. “That’s it,” he breathed out with a sigh, “Just like that. You can take a little more now, baby, you’re being so good.”
Kurt gently pressed Blaine a bit further down, making him take just a bit more in, but not letting him move any farther. “Go slow for Daddy, baby.” The movement of Blaine’s tongue obediently slowed, and Kurt couldn’t help himself, he made Blaine go just a bit further, let himself just the slightest bit deeper into that lovely mouth. “Just suck for a bit now, baby,” he murmured. “Let Daddy enjoy it.”
The light rhythmic suction Blaine settled into was soothing and sent gentle waves of warm pleasure through Kurt’s body. The crackling need of earlier was receding now, turning to the glowing embers of a banked fire, and Kurt half-wished it would never end, that they could just stay like this forever. “That’s my good baby. You’re doing so well, doing just what Daddy wants,” he praised Blaine, petting his hair again. “His baby’s mouth is so sweet; he wants to take his time.”
Part of him expected Blaine to protest any minute now, to try and drive things further, drive them faster. He’d been so desperate for it before.
But Blaine’s eyelashes had fluttered shut and he had curled himself up in the cradle of Kurt’s legs, clinging and slowly, steadily, sweetly sucking away. He looked peaceful and content and Kurt didn’t really understand what was happening but Blaine’s mouth was wet and warm around him and every so often Blaine would absently hum in pleasure, vibrating around him and --
God.
“You ready to take a bit more now, baby?”
Kurt was almost sorry to disturb Blaine, he looked so sweetly happy, but that mouth of his, jesus, Kurt had wanted to take his time, yeah, but he needed more, needed to be further in that fucking gorgeous mouth, needed to see what it felt like, being buried in the soft depths of Blaine’s fucking throat.
Blaine’s eyelids flickered open and he hummed in affirmation.
Kurt swallowed hard. “Going to make you take it all, baby. Think you can do that?”
Blaine looked unsure.
“It’s okay, baby,” Kurt assured him. “Daddy’s going to help you. It might be kind of scary at first, but you’re going to be brave for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Blaine nodded, as best he could while still providing a warm wet haven for Kurt’s cock.
“That’s my good baby,” Kurt said, shakily exhaling. He felt kind of light headded; couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. He paused, then pitched his voice lower into a stage whisper. “Pinch me if you need me to let go, okay?”
Blaine nodded again, and Kurt took a deep breath. Tangling his hand in Blaine’s hair again, he urged his boyfriend down further. Blaine jerked back reflexively when he started to gag, but Kurt firmly held him in place. “I know, I know,” he soothed with a gasp. “Just take it, baby. Relax.”
Kurt somehow managed to wait long enough for the involuntary flutters of Blaine’s throat to stop, poised just barely pressing into its warm depths, the contractions a soft slick tease that just made the heat in Kurt’s body burn hotter and hotter, higher and higher.
“That’s it,” he praised breathlessly. “See, baby? Not so hard, is it?”
Blaine made a small, broken sound, the vibrations making Kurt bite back a curse as he gritted his teeth and tried desperately not to just fuck forward and take all of what Blaine was so eagerly giving.
“Little more now,” he said, trying to keep his voice even and pressing Blaine inexorably down further. “Just like that, baby. Relax. Open up for me.”
Blaine choked again, and again Kurt paused, holding Blaine in place as he murmured soothing reassurances until his boyfriend managed to get his gag reflex under control.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praised again. “Look at you, you’re almost all the way there. Just a little bit more,” Kurt said coaxingly, grip too tight in Blaine’s hair but he unable to make his fingers unclench because he was more than halfway down Blaine’s throat and the fucking feel of it --
And then all of a sudden he wasn’t guiding Blaine downward any more, didn’t need to, he was fucking buried all the way in the soft hot tissue of Blaine’s throat, Blaine gagging again but taking it and Kurt couldn’t help but grind forward for a moment, a sharp sound escaping his throat at the feel of Blaine’s throat contracting around him, milking him, and Kurt wanted to stay in that moment forever, jesus fucking christ, but Blaine was struggling against his restraining hand again (though not tapping out, Kurt was relieved to note) and so with a bitten back cry of frustrated need, Kurt let go, regretfully letting his cock slip entirely out of that heavenly mouth.
Hegave Blaine a few minutes to breathe - the wet coughs subsided after a moment or two, but Blaine was still gasping wildly, as if his lungs hadn’t quite gotten the memo yet. “Easy, baby,” Kurt soothed, rubbing the back of Blaine’s neck. “Slow, deep breaths.”
Blaine’s breath stuttered for a moment, then gentled into a slower, more deliberate pattern.
“That’s my good baby,” Kurt praised. “You’re being so good for Daddy, such a good baby.”
Tilting Blaine’s face upward, he rewarded his boyfriend with a sweetly chaste kiss that by all rights should have felt out of place. “You did so well, taking all of Daddy’s cock like that.
Daddy shouldn’t have worried at all, huh? Of course his baby cockslut would be able to take it.”
“More, Daddy?” Blaine’s voice rasped, shyly entreating.
“More, huh?” Kurt shook his head in a show of ruefulness. “That’s my cockslut of a baby for you. Can’t wait for Daddy to fuck your throat again, can you?”
Blaine shook his head, eyes wide and framed with the still visible traces of tears.
Kurt rubbed the back of his boyfriend’s neck again, fondly. “This time Daddy’s not going to stop,” he warned. “He’s just going to make his baby take it. You ready for that, baby? Think you can take Daddy really fucking your throat?”
Blaine’s whine of need was affirmation enough, and Kurt took a few deep breaths trying to get himself under control because just the thought of fucking Blaine’s throat again, all the way down that wet heat, was overwhelming, and imagining the feel of that silken tissue contracting and flexing around him as he just fucked forward and through any resistance - jesus.
“You know what to do if you really need me to stop?” Kurt checked.
Blaine’s nod (along with accompanying eyeroll) was fairly reassuring, but Kurt didn’t want to chance causing any actual damage. “Show me,” he ordered.
Blaine rolled his eyes again, clearly unimpressed with Kurt’s concern, but obediently pinched Kurt’s thigh, albeit a good deal harder than was really necessary. Blaine’s eyes were clearer now, some of the strange haze faded away, and for a moment Kurt felt like they were just themselves, like they always were, and then the mood shifted and Blaine’s lips parted in innocent eagerness as Kurt pulled him forward, one hand shifting downward to press against Blaine’s jaw, made him open wide.
He teased Blaine for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against Blaine’s spit-slick lips, just barely dipping into the wet warmth of his mouth - again and again till Blaine was squirming against Kurt’s grip, slurping desperately at as much of Kurt’s cock as he could reach and making pleading little whines around it, wanting more -
“Greedy,” Kurt mock-scolded, making as if to pull him away entirely.
Blaine’s whines hitched into a wretched sob, eyes wide and distraught, and a dark, cruel part of Kurt almost wanted to go through with it, to pull back completely and leave Blaine hanging on that desperate edge; wanted to see that beautiful face covered again in tears and twisted in need as he begged to be allowed to suck Kurt’s cock; wanted to see the way he’d break even further when Kurt laughed at the idea and refused; wanted -
Kurt fucked forward, cutting Blaine off mid-sob. He gagged again, tears threatening to fall,
but this time Kurt didn’t stop, forcing his way past the shuddering contractions until he was entirely buried. He held Blaine down for several long moments, grinding in deep and hissing in a sharp breath himself as Blaine’s throat convulsed helplessly around him. God, why had they never done this before?
Kurt pulled Blaine back, all the way up, cock slipping out of his mouth with strings of saliva following. He let Blaine gasp in a few wet breaths, then he tightened his grip on Blaine’s hair and pulled him down to fuck in again, harder this time, and faster, but no less deliberate, burying himself completely and holding again - grinding forward once, twice, three times before relenting and pulling Blaine back, again leaving his mouth almost entirely -
the brief loss of the heat of that soft wet mouth around him would have been worth it for the gulping sound of Blaine’s breaths alone, and the way it made him whine and strain forward, heedless of the sharp pull to his scalp -
Kurt did it again, and then again, and again after that, as slow and deliberately as he could bear, aroused as he was. Each time he fucked in and through the protest of Blaine’s throat and kept him there, choking, for several long moments. Each time he dragged Blaine back up and off his cock entirely, a dark, heady satisfaction burning hotter and hotter within him every time he got to see Blaine’s wrecked face, wet with tears and saliva and even snot.
He managed to keep the same slow and steady pace for a while longer. Surprisingly, Blaine fought less and less, desperation melting away into a sort of serene acceptance that was just as hot as the wild-eyed neediness had been, albeit in a different way.
Blaine didn’t strain against Kurt’s pull anymore, just waited for Kurt’s next direction, sweetly compliant. He was choking less, too - throat relaxing and letting Kurt in even as the rest of Blaine grew lax and heavy. It was as if all the fight had gone out of him in favor of trusting whatever Kurt wanted.
The next time Kurt was all the way down Blaine’s throat, he paused longer than he ever had before, holding and holding and holding till he knew Blaine must be completely out of breath, and then holding for just a few seconds more, almost light-headed from the way Blaine still wasn’t fighting him at all.
Then he pulled Blaine off and up so Blaine was gasping and shaking against his neck, wrapped close in Kurt’s arms as Kurt praised him again and again, breathless himself from the high of it all.
“Such a good baby, sucked his daddy’s cock so well.”
“That’s what my greedy baby wanted, wasn’t it? What he needed.”
“You were so good for Daddy, so patient, just taking what daddy gave you.”
“Daddy’s so proud of his baby, letting Daddy fuck his throat like that.”
“Daddy knew you could do it, a baby cockslut like you.”
Kurt’s cock was hard, aching - slick with spit and slip-sliding between their bellies. The rising heat inside him was almost unbearable, burning in its intensity, and Blaine was there, close and shaking, face wet with tears and Kurt didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, just breathed in need and desperation and the salty taste of tears and breathed out sweetly cruel words that just made Blaine shudder further and now Blaine was begging again, asking Daddy, please and Kurt couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t, and all of a sudden he was coming, sticky-wet all over them both, cutting off his crooned compliments with a startled gasp.
Blaine’s voice got higher and more desperate, if that was even possible, words turning to just keening whines, and oh, that was hot, that was really really hot.
Kurt struggled to catch his breath. He’d come, but he still felt like he was teetering on a knife’s edge of need - was light-headed with it and aching.
“It’s okay, baby,” he managed to get out, voice sounding small and far away. “Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”
Carefully, he rolled them over, one hand sliding down in between them to stroke Blaine and oh god, Blaine was slick with his come and sobbing in need and - [MP1]
“Come,” Kurt managed to gasp out. “Come for me, Blaine, come for me right fucking now--”
- Blaine seized under him, choking on his own saliva with the sheer violence of his orgasm, come spurting, eyes rolling, it should look ridiculous, look faked, like the worst kinds of porn, but no, this was real, this was Blaine, this was his boyfriend, and he’d done that, he’d made him look like that -
Kurt stared at him, at his red, tearstained face, sticky and gross and beautiful, utterly entranced, his entire body shaking in a way he’d previously only associated with the most grueling of dance practices, and then suddenly he was laughing, light-headed and giddy -
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “Holy fucking shit.” He leaned over, pressing his forehead down against Blaine’s, trying to find something steady to hold onto. “Holy shit,” he repeated, quieter now, his panting breath mingling with Blaine’s, both their heartbeats gradually slowing as they slowly came back to themselves and the banal reality of their bedroom, of the mess of covers beneath them and the rattling whir of the shabby ac window unit.
Blaine’s arms came up to wrap around him, pulling him down to fully rest his weight on Blaine’s chest. “Holy shit,” he agreed, in a voice so raw and rough that it barely qualified as a croak.
“Are you -” Kurt couldn’t figure out how to finish that question, but Blaine seemed to understand.
“Amazing. That was.” Blaine didn’t seem to have words either, lapsing back into his own rueful, semi-hysterical laughter. “Holy shit.”
That set Kurt off again, laughter rolling through him and rattling his very bones. Gradually, he got a hold of himself, and pulled back enough that he could look Blaine square in the face without them both going cross-eyed. Blaine was settled now, too, breathing steady if still slightly labored, and his eyes full of that familiar calm adoration. Red blotches were slowly fading back into smoother brown, and Kurt could still see where tears had streaked down his face, where saliva had pooled and dried and started to flake.
“Blaine,” Kurt said, as steadily and seriously as he could. “I think. I think we might be perverts.”
Blaine started laughing again himself, pushing himself up enough to give Kurt kiss after laughing kiss. “I think you might be right,” he managed to get out between kisses and laughter. “Daddy.”
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Hii I’m looking for a fic where Kurt and Blaine are happy, married to each other and have beautiful kid/s but THEN something happens! Klaine endgame ofc.
Similar ones I read are: “Heartsounds”, “Hurricane”, “Interruptions” and I absolutely adore them
Thanks for your work💓
Here are some, they are married, I haven't checked if they have kids, but they definitely do in most of them. ~Jen
Hindsight by imaginentertain
Kurt is certain of many things, the most certain of all is Blaine. But certainties aren't always so
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For this one, it's better to read the first part where they get together etc, but part two and one shot have more what you are looking for:
Better Knot Bow Tie Company: Act one by @gleefulpoppet
Blaine Anderson has been a Better Knot Bow Tie Company monthly subscriber for years. He's taken a hiatus from Broadway to facilitate the Journey Performing Arts School's summer program in New York. What happens when a zany bow tie sets off a chain reaction of events that may change their futures forever?
Better knot bow tie Company: act Two By @gleefulpoppet
Blaine and Kurt knew their happily ever after would come one moment and one day at a time. What they never anticipated, though, was that, sometimes, happily ever afters come in the most unexpected ways. Just a few days after their second wedding anniversary, they are faced with a question that could turn their world upside down.
also Better Knot Bow Tie Company: Act Two [One-shot: Hawaiian Roller Coaster]
One wonderful family night, while watching Lilo and Stitch with the kids, Kurt and Blaine are shocked when the last person they ever expected to hear from again suddenly sends three frantic texts. It's Stella. How will they react to her news? This takes place one night sometime before Chapter 16 of Better Knot Bow Tie Company: Act Two
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Works in Progress by iliketowriteaboutklaine
After saying their vows in November, follow Kurt and Blaine through the adventure that is their first year married. Follow them through the ups and downs that accompany them from a fight to Blaine being accepted into NYU to moving back to New York and everything in between.
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Snapshots by @borogroves
August 27, 2044. They say a picture paints a thousand words… and Kurt and Blaine have a whole scrapbook.
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Everyday by whatIknew [PDF/EPUB]
A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up.
One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine.
Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.
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If you want an agsty one where they aren't yet married:
Lovesong by andiheardeverything
A hate crime leaves Blaine damaged and Kurt refuses to let it bring them down.
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Matched Set by @jackabelle73 | a gift from Klaine Secret Santa 2021 | Blaine is just trying to get through each day as single dad to a newborn… but today will be different
Let's go klainesecretsanta2022 !! 🎅🏼 ⊹˚.·:⋆˚
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Scenes from December (11/24)
Klaine Advent Day Eleven : Education
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December, 2022
Kurt’s knees were killing him. He had been kneeling on the bathroom floor for nearly twenty minutes, trying to get his two-year-old to sit still long enough so that he could wash her hair. Dinner had consisted less of eating and more of dumping peanut butter on her head, and Kurt was tired enough that he had half a mind to just shave her head completely. Child protection services couldn’t be called for shaving your child’s head, right? Plus, Katie could totally rock the bald look. She did as a baby. But, despite wrestling with her to get the water on her head and not everywhere else, he could never cut her dark hair, which curled up like her father’s when dry.
Kurt wasn’t the only one struggling. From the other room, he could hear six-month-old baby Tracy wailing bloody murder. Kurt’s head pounded - he just knew they were going to get another complaint from the neighbors. And with everything going on, he just didn’t need to deal with the obnoxious college students next door that sometimes children were just loud, and maybe they should turn down their music.
God, when did he turn into his dad?
“Blaine!” Kurt yelled. They had made a trade off -- Kurt would take care of the peanut butter disaster, and Blaine would clean up dinner and take care of the baby. It seemed, when they made the decision to have a family of four, that the two of them would be enough to cover it all. They were definitely getting an education in how that had been a naively stupid assumption. “Blaine!”
“Blaine!!” Katie scrambled at the topic of her lungs. She giggled, amused. She had taken a real liking to Blaine’s name, and enjoyed shouting it when she thought she could get away with it.
Kurt eyed her sharply. “You need to sit still so we can get your head clean.”
She promptly stood up. “All clean!”
Kurt let out a grunt as he tried, again, to use a washcloth to gently pull the food out of her hair.
A moment later, Blaine came into the doorway, baby Tracy happy and making cooing sounds, resting on his hip.
“What was going on in there?” Kurt asked. There was perhaps more irritation in his voice than he intended.
Blaine grumbled. “What was going on? This is what’s going on.” He gently bent down, lying Tracy on the carpet just outside of the bathroom. The minute he let go she started screaming again. “Your child is refusing to be set down. I can’t get anything done out there.”
“My child?” Kurt whipped his head up at Blaine. “Well, your child seems to think that personal hygiene is an optional choice.”
Blaine pursed his lips together. They were both tired, no doubt. And it had been leading to these little snippets of arguments. At least they both knew not to take it personally. At least they both knew that these days would be temporary and at some point, when they were actually old, they’d get enough sleep again. Kurt was sure some snarky remark was on the tip of Blaine’s tongue, but, being the better person than Kurt often was, thought better of it. “Do you want to just switch?” Kurt could feel the exhaustion in his voice.
“Yeah…”
Kurt pushed himself up, annoyed that it took just a slightly bit more effort than it used to, and traded places with Blaine, the baby being handed off in the process. The second, however, that Blaine let go of Tracy, she began to wail again. Kurt put his head against his screaming child’s. “C’mon, sweetie. You can live a few minutes without your daddy. I somehow managed for years.”
That got Blaine to chuckle a little, but the humor was short lived. Blaine had just settled in, rolling his sleeves up, when Katie started splashing around.
“No, Blaine! NO, BLAINE!” She protested, not wanting him to come close to her with the washcloth.
Blaine looked up at Kurt, helplessly.
Kurt clicked his tongue. “Don’t give me that look - you’re the one who wanted two.”
“And you’re the one who agreed with me.”
“Yes, well, the sex was very convincing.”
Blaine let out a noise that was half way between a laugh and a sob.
Kurt bent down, and gave the top of Blaine’s head a kiss. Their life was insane. Wonderful. But insane.
“C’mon, you,” Kurt said to the baby as he turned to leave. “Let’s find something to distract you with so I can try to get the dishes done.”
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-Uh…..we sincerely implore your understanding... we thought that you would be happy, if we started baking the Christmas cookies...
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what about single dads!klaine whose first "date" happens when they schedule a playdate for their two preschool aged kids?? just something cute and fluffy at one of their homes or a park or something?
First off, sorry for the delay. I typed most of the story yesterday in an unexpected free period.
Thank you so much for the prompt. I tried to be true to single daddies Klaine. It was just a new experience. I hope you like this cookie. Also I couldn't do it for preschool aged kids. I am not sure of how they talk. So these kids are in elementary school.
And for the others who submitted their wonderful prompts, I'll try to shell them out as soon. Not yet written but have some Idea.
Now onto the story(warning: if you don't like iguana, there is a picture attached. You might wonna skip it.)
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Took A Sugar Cookie From His Heart
Kurt couldn't understand till now what made him agree to this.
To organize a playdate for his daughter. Her first playdate after her other father passed away. He knew he hadn't gotten over yet. But he ought to get over someday, shouldn't he? At least for his daughter.
All was ready from his side. Talking to the boy's parent, giving consent, inviting them over the phone, organising his place for the playdate.
But mostly, talking to the boy's parent. The man with a mesmerizing voice that could suck you into the phone.
It might seem creepy but it wasn't a crime to admire someone's voice. Who happened to be someone's spouse. He sounded dapper, polite and elegant. He sounded enthusiastic: like maple syrup on pancakes. Speaking of which, he had to check the butter cookies in the oven.
He shook his head back to reality and put his Margaret Thatcher dog oven mitt for the oven. He hoped he was at his best presentable form for the guests. He hoped.
His daughter's excited scream came along with the doorbell, which startled him
"DADDDDY! DAAAAADY!"
She came running near the oven.
"Whoa there, Char! Don't go near the oven. It's still hot."
Kurt rised his 9-year-old daughter Charity and removed his mitt.
"HURRY UP DADDY! THEY ARE AT THE DOOR!"
Kurt gently patted her cheek and smiled.
"We are ready honey. Calm down. How should we welcome our guests?'
"Politely."
"That's right, honey. No screaming, okay?"
"Okay."
She nodded and gave him a high five. Kurt smiled at her enthusiasm and high-fived back.
"I'll take the cookies for the guests. Can you open the door for me?"
She nodded again as he let her down. He could see that Char was excited about the date. May this made some changes. Maybe this was the right decision.
Kurt heard the door open, Char greeting them and then only two voices. Char's and the boy's.
They came running, giggling and holding their hands.
"Daddy, this is Charlie. I call him Char, just like you call me."
Kurt looked down the counter to see the adorable boy, standing beside his daughter. Damn, he was adorable! With slightly tanned skin and black curly hair, he was dressed adorably in a striped t-shirt, black trousers with aesthetic zips, and black boots. A bold choice indeed.
"Hello, Mr…."
"You can call me Kurt, honey."
"Okay," the boy said in a sweet tone. He seemed dapper and elegant too, just like his dad's voice over the phone, " We've got some presents for you. I hope you like it."
The boy handed a warm lavender paper bag with some baked goods and other stuff
"Aww… thank you, Charlie. Is calling you Charlie okay?"
"It's fine, si- Mr Kurt."
The boy gazed at him warmly. Did he like the outfit? Was there batter on his nose? He couldn't say.
"Did you come alone?"
"Nah, Papa is outside. We brought balloons for you and now they are on a tree."
Charlie's face fell a little. Kurt came around the counter and knelt before them.
"Don't worry, honey. It's fine. You and Char can play in her room. I'll bring Papa back. Fine?"
Charlie nodded and Charity pulled his hand to her room.
Now his mission: to find his papa.
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Kurt stood at the threshold to get a clear view.
Not far from the house could Kurt see from the threshold, a tree and a man sitting on the branch. With a bunch of balloons. Maybe that was his papa.
Kurt pulled a ladder quickly from the garage and proceeded near the tree.
As the gap became closer, he could see the man panicking over something. His sight was focused on the bark.
"Need help?"
The man pointed to the bark. Precisely to the iguana on the bark.
"I'm really scared of them. C-can you get it off?"
Damn, the man was handsome. Like really handsome for a father. His amber candy eyes were radiating like stars even in the daylight. His voice was like honey even in shivers.
"Y-yeah, y-yeah, sure," Kurt's breath hitched.
He slightly pulled the iguana in his hand, lest the spikes should poke. The iguana was giving him a boring look whatsoever. It seemed like the iguana was done with his shit and romance.
Kurt dusted his hands in disgust as he put them on the ground far from the tree. Now back to the tree.
"I've put it far. You can get down now," Kurt assured with a smile, " I'll hold the ladder, I swear."
Blaine started to get relaxed as he saw Kurt holding the ladder firmly. He tugged the bunch of balloons firmly and started to climb down. He was feeling hot on his cheeks all of a sudden. Was it blush or the aftermath of the tragedy? He didn't know.
Kurt facing Blaine's ass as he got down didn't help him either. How in the hell they were perfectly shaped, tugged in the skinny blue jeans he was wearing in contrast to the black t-shirt? It was like his teenage dream coming back. Was it a dream or a teenage crush?
Kurt was daydreaming much that he didn't realize Blaine slipped off the ladder. In his instinct, Kurt held Blaine on time, leading them to fall on the freshly mowed lawn, Kurt flat on the ground and holding Blaine's waist firmly on his top. Their chests were touching close with no gap and they were almost intoxicated by each other's aura.
They stared into each other's eyes like precious stones, sucking them into a dream. They remained in the same position with Blaine gently placing his hand on Kurt's porcelain cheek, almost bringing their lips together when he heard their kids screaming and running through the threshold.
They came back to reality and let out a shy chuckle. Was it silly? Or was it too early to move on?
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered- hitched. He raised slowly to his feet and held his hand for Kurt.
"It's fine," Kurt blushed and took his hand to get up. Thank heavens, the balloons were still there, just like their lives after the tragedy.
They rushed into the house, trying to hide all the blush (and boner maybe?). Their kids ran around them as they chased each other.
Speaking of which, was this man Charlie's papa? Kurt face-palmed himself. How would he confirm?
Just like Blaine heard his mind's voice, he answered.
"I know we got weirdly introduced to each other. I'm Blaine, Charlie's dad by the way. It's my week this time. I just picked Charlie up from my ex-husband's house this morning."
And ding ding ding! Kurt just got a golden ticket for a second chance. Maybe he just bagged a deserved chance of moving on, unless Blaine was already dating already.
"I'm Kurt. Charity's dad."
Both shook their hands and withdrew faster. Both could feel the heat building heavily and fast around them.
"Thank you for the gifts, by the way. They were great. I think I-I have to ice the cookies and get the t-table ready."
"Well, can I help you? I love icing cookies."
Both blushed again and let Blaine near him. This was going to be one hell of a ride, that's for such.
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Time flew like the Flash in the next hour. With icing and setting the table, there were rapid-fire rounds and casual conversations.
In all the conversations, they got to know each other more. Kurt was a fashion designer who owned a boutique by the name "Charglows", named after his daughter's name. He lost his husband recently in a car accident. Blaine consoled him and wiped his tears as he talked about his husband.
Blaine was a bookstore owner. He bought a new apartment near the school after his recent divorce from his ex-husband.
"I don't know how I fell for him. We are good friends but now I see we are not very compatible."
"It happens," Kurt assured," I am so sorry, Blaine."
"Thank you. But I think we are better like this. As friends."
Kurt just smiled again. While he felt bad that his marriage life didn't go well, he was a little happy that he had a chance. Maybe it's not bad to move on. There is always a life after a failed love.
Charity appeared from nowhere all of a sudden, which startled them a little. Blaine smiled at her adorable chuckles and enthusiasm. It was good to know that his son had a good friend.
"Hey Char! Are you guys hungry?"
"No Daddy. Actually, I am here to give you special tickets to our big dance show."
Charity jumped up and down, failing to contain herself. She pressed 2 bits of paper with some stick figures drawn, into their hands and tugged Blaine's hand.
"Hurry up, Daddy. Mr. Blaine."
They looked at each other and they let out a small giggle. How adorable they were!
Charity dragged them to the living room where Charlie was setting the sound player. She pushed them to the sofa and hurried to the "backstage."
Charlie showed a thumbs-up after he was set. Smart kid indeed!
"Welcome! Welcome! To the great dance show! I am Charity and we are going to start the show," she yelled at the top of her voice.
Kurt melted seeing her daughter pretending to be a host show. She was growing fast and Kurt couldn't wrap the fact around his head. He grinned cheerfully, taking a deep breath.
"Are you ready?"
Kurt and Blaine clapped and cheered them loudly.
"Please welcome Charlie!" welcomed Charity as she threw her hands towards him.
The music started to play and Charlie started to dance. Blaine was tearing up to see him dancing in sync. They continued to cheer as the show was filled with alternate dances from the kids. Seeing them happy was the biggest gift they could get.
"And next star, can you guess it?"
The audience gave a loud "who" and were continuing to clap.
"Daddy!"
Kurt froze for a moment. What!
"Char, this is not funny."
She came around and tugged his hand.
"Come on Daddy. You know this song. I'll dance with you, Daddy" She pouted. She was using one of his weak points, just like his ex-husband.
Blaine patted his shoulder with a wink. Suddenly the whole world was for him getting embarrassed. This was unfair.
"Let's give it up for Mr Kurt and Charity," Charlie cheered.
And the music started to play. It was the song. The same song his dad caught him dancing to in the basement of his dad's house.
Kurt was standing there frozen trying to get himself to dance. One dose of embarrassment coming right up! He couldn't escape anyway.
Just trusting his instinct, he started to dance. This was his guilty pleasure dancing with his daughter. But dancing in front of guests was a new another thing.
"All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up"
He continued dancing around with his daughter, singing along. That was the first time he had danced wholeheartedly after losing his husband.
It took him a long time to realize Blaine was looking at him differently: his lips slightly parted, almost struck by surprise.
Blaine was feeling the peak of heat around him. What did he get himself into? He was shaking perfectly to the music, pulling him mentally towards Kurt. Was this crushing again? Falling in love again?
Blaine's cheeks turned red from all the blushing. He knew he could never get Kurt dancing out of his head now.
The song ended and Kurt rushed in saying, "I'll bring you something to eat."
Blaine got up and went to the kitchen to "help him out," but in reality, he was drawn towards him frankly.
"You danced very well."
"Oh geez, I embarrassed myself. Just like the first time."
"First time?"
"My dad caught me dancing to this. That's how I came out."
Kurt was rushing around the dining table, trying not to make eye contact, talking very fast. Blaine pulled him by his wrist and made him stand. A little closer. With a cookie.
"This is hot. You just caught me off guard," Blaine whispered.
"Really?"
Kurt's breath hitched and his heart was thumping too fast like an ignited engine.
"You take my breath away."
They were so close that they didn't realize they were bringing their lips together.
Until they heard another burst of excitement. Kurt quickly stuffed Blaine's mouth with the cookie and moved away shyly.
Blaine chuckled and munched the cookie, tasting the sugar.
"PAPA! Mr Kurt makes such amazing costumes," grinned Charlie as he showed a photo frame with Charity dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin.
" Can I ask him to make my Halloween costume? Pretty please?"
Blaine turned to Kurt for a say. Kurt was still blushing, not out of the cookie fantasy yet. Kurt instinctively nodded.
"Y-yeah s-sure."
Kurt got down on his knee and held Charlie by his shoulder.
"And maybe spend Halloween with us?"
"REALLY! THIS IS GREAT!"
Charity hugged the little adorable kid and Kurt turned to Blaine for approval.
Blaine just winked and stole the cookie from his heart.
This was just the beginning of a sweet cookie journey. A hopeful yet sweet beginning of a second chance.
Cookies anyone?
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And that's it! Sorry for the grammatical errors. I'm not a native speaker. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be back soon with fulfilling another prompt.
Also please share your opinions. They matter a lot. Can make my day sugar cookie happy!
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