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Fic: Black Curls and Bow Ties
Rating: G? PG? Really light and fluffy
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: through Big Brother
Warnings: Cavities.
Word Count: Just over 1,400. Pretty much a drabble.
Summary: Theoretical season 4 future!fic. Kurt is in New York and he really misses Blaine. This is of course unrelated to the fact that he decides to bring home a stray puppy one day.
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Kurt didn’t plan on finding the puppy. He certainly wasn’t planning on bringing it home with him. In truth, Kurt had always been more of a cat person. But something about this little fellow…
He had no collar, and though he was adorable he did have the look of a stray; timid and too thin, with matted fur and…those eyes.
Oh god, his eyes.
That was what had done it. The puppy was staring up at him with big, sad, desperate gold-brown eyes, eyes that made something lurch within him.
He took out his phone. Surely there must be a no-kill shelter in the city somewhere that would take him, right?
The puppy whimpered softly. Kurt looked back down at him, black curls and eyes so full of hurt and fear…
He abandoned his google search for a shelter and began looking for the nearest veterinarian instead.
Drabble: That Look (Anderson brothers, mentions of Klaine)
(OK, yes, fussily re-posting it with this picture for my drabbles tag).
The first time he was on the receiving end of one of Kurt Hummel’s patented Bitch Looks, Blaine couldn’t deny the flutter in his chest.
It wasn’t just that Kurt’s sass was downright invigorating to behold (though that was certainly true as well), it was that the look, for some reason, made him think of home and safety and family. Even when Kurt was genuinely pissed off, there was something oddly comforting in that look. He couldn’t quite place it, but he never really tried to. It was Kurt, after all. Kurt always made his insides swirl with a thousand confusing emotions. It was one of the things Blaine loved best about being his boyfriend.
It wasn’t until Cooper was home visiting over spring break that it all fell into place (Cooper’s spring break, not Blaine’s. And why wasn’t he off in some tacky faux-tropical locale as usual, inadvertently managing to puke in the background of yet another Girls Gone Wild video)? They were giving each other shit, because that’s how brothers say “I love you” nine times out of ten, when Coop pulled out that look.
Blaine blinked, followed by a sharp laugh.
Sidhe ‘verse ANGST drabble
This one is so fucking angsty that I imagine a lot of you won’t want to read it. If you do read it, just be prepared.
Warnings for big ‘ol bag of angst and a very brief mention of suicidal ideation.
So….a warning for angst. Lots and lots and lots of fucking angst. Sidhe style.
A SIDHE ‘VERSE DRABBLE
(Because I wasn’t able to finish chapter 12 of TSOOP today like I planned, and I feel like a jerk).
Several days into their week-long retreat from the world after getting married, Blaine was draped bonelessly across Kurt’s chest.
“I hope we never turn into one of those married couples that lose their passion for one another over the years,” he murmured.
“We won’t,” Kurt replied sleepily.
“Mmmmm,” Blaine answered, trailing his fingertips in light circles around Kurt’s bellybutton. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”
Snow Day: A Kitty!Kurt / Puppy!Blaine drabble (Now with a super-keen picture too!)
Warning: So fluffy (both literally and figuratively) it might make your teeth hurt.
“Kurt! Kurt! Wake up, Kurt! You have to see what’s outside! It’s like it’s raining but it isn’t rain, Kurt, it’s like magic! I think it’s magic! Do you think Brittany will take me outside to see what it tastes like and smells like and feels like, Kurt? Do you? Kurt!”
