Out With A Bang is a six-month 50,000 word writing challenge celebrating the final season of Glee. Out With A Bang is a return to the novel-length big bangs of old and a final farewell to the show we love (or love to fix). Stories may involve any Glee-centric romantic pairing(s) or have no pairing at all (genfic). Authors will be paired with artists who work with multiple media, including digital art, traditional art, graphics, fanmixes, and fanvids.
Old Anonymous prompt:
Prompt Bp!kurt fucked by Blaine in public pretty please?
Bp!Kurt/Blaine, PIV, fucking in public, squirting because why not, slight dirty talk because let’s be honest, I can’t write porn without someone having a filthy mouth
They stumbled out of the movie theater late, grasping onto each other and giggling breathlessly. Instead of watching most of the movie, they had snickered through their own personal voice overs and had a very distracting popcorn fight that almost had got them thrown out of the theater.
Blaine didn’t miss the way Kurt had been staring at his butter-wet lips all night.
klaine alternate meeting AU: they’re both stuck in terrible, terrible traffic, in separate cars ♥
Kurt is almost, almost onto the bridge when they suddenly stop doing the speed limit.
“Damnit,” he hisses, watching brake lights flare up two by two in a streak down both lanes of traffic, as he eases his own on, too. The items strung across the garment rack rigged into the back seat sway gently into each other as the car rolls to a stop. Some jackass a few cars up blows his horn, for all the good that’s gonna do.
Future fic. I just wanted to write some happy klaine.
The ground underneath them is dewy and wet, the sunrise recent enough that daylight hasn’t had a chance to warm the ground. It’s a miracle that he could ever talk Kurt into this, but Kurt’s been in a strange sort of mood all weekend. It should be worrying, but Blaine has learned that Kurt talks about things on his mind on his own time. It comes to a point where he needs to be pushed once in a while but mostly Blaine just waits it out.
"What does that cloud look like to you?" Kurt asks, voice soft. Everything about him is soft right down, unkempt in a way Kurt almost never is. From the running shows on his feet to his unstyled hair, he’s just - Kurt, minus the trappings and defenses he wears so fashionably.