Wes had a horrible nightmare. David needs to know about it. STAT.

Ummm, cracktastic? Normally I write long, plotty fic with angst. Here you get tackle hugs, streaking and penis-shaped cookies. IDEK. I blame Dalton Academy, quite honestly… I feel ashamed. Beta'd by the incomparable [info]dolimir_k, so don't blame her.

First kiss fic featuring movies, car singing, picnics, and Brittany's ninth sense. They don't hold hands, not really, but when Kurt takes his hand away for a moment in the middle of the movie to rub some warmth back into his fingers before putting his hand back, Blaine takes it and presses his palm over the back of Kurt's hand, reaching with his fingers to rub circles against his knuckles.

In which Blaine in horny, Kurt is not frigid, and there's many stumbling blocks on the way to a happy ending. Or, the foibles of teenage boys discovering the Joys of Gay Sex. (not actually a work in progress)

Blaine Anderson is in the Starfleet Academy command track when he meets fellow cadet Kurt Hummel.

Obligatory post-prom fic. Kurt adores Blaine, but sometimes he worries that he fell on his head as a child. “I am wearing the clothing of Scottish royalty, Blaine.”

Prompt fill; Kurt driving a tied up, spread open Blaine to tears by denying him pleasure and refusing to touch him.