Kurt Hummel, notorious mob boss risen to power after the untimely death of his father, Burt Hummel, escapes prison and heads off to find his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson.

Kurt works in a coffee shop that Blaine, a poetry student from NYU, frequents. They flirt, but Kurt's unsure where they stand until one day there's a piece of paper left behind for him.

Blaine has been happy, has let his guard down, and as a result he's also let his exercise and dietary habits go lax. But that still can't undo the effects of all-consuming loneliness while Kurt was gone and a genetic predisposition to weight gain; Blaine, in his opinion, looks almost nothing like his former self.

Age difference: Blaine is 40, Kurt is 19, and this is the story of how a chance meeting between a successful businessman and a struggling young intern blossoms into something wonderfully unexpected.

Blaine is mentor to Kurt for the 55th Annual Hunger Games and the night before the Games finds them talking about more than just strategy.

At the insistence of his roommates, Blaine takes advantage of a boring Friday night and heads out to a gay night club, where he has a run-in with a gorgeous man who turns it into the best night of Blaine's life.

Kurt nods. "I know." Then, smirking, "I believe that we should be doing something very important to make this ring on my finger something a little more official…"

"Y-you," Kurt stammers, his throat suddenly dry. Blaine's eyes widen, glisten leaf-and-amber in the light of Kurt's room. Kurt shakes his head, clears quickly the cobwebs, and says, stronger, "You want me to…?"

Big Brother AU—Kurt and Blaine are contestants on the show ready to win half a million dollars. expect the unexpected is the show's motto, but what they don't expect, however, is a mutual attraction turned into a semi-reluctant showmance that blossoms into something a lot more…real.

"Shooting Star" AU: The shooter, a man, gets into the choir room and singles out Blaine. With the threat of a gun, the club is forced to do nothing but watch helplessly. (See full warnings inside, and please heed them.)

Kurt and Blaine are the unlikely pair at school that everyone loves to talk about and who insist that they're not more than friends (with unspoken benefits), but what happens when a private moment is leaked onto the school's gossip blog, forcing them both to reconsider their opinions on just what "they" are?

Blaine Anderson appears perfect on the outside: perfect student, perfect son, perfect boyfriend. but everyone has their secrets, and Blaine's just goes a little darker and deeper and more blood-related than others'. (Full trigger warnings inside, and please, please tread carefully.)

Kurt is invited to an Anderson family wedding, and both he and Blaine decide that the night is just a little too dull.

Kurt wants to try a little something new with Blaine.

His breath is warm against Blaine's cheek, his ear, and he feels the fine tremor work through Blaine's body as he asks, softly and gently with that still-firm edge he's perfected, "Do you want your Daddy, baby?"

Blaine just laughs, looks up over the silver body of the camera. His eyebrows rise, and he says, "No matter what you tell me, Kurt Hummel, we are still going to make this tape. You are going to look as gorgeous as you always do."

He imagines the noises Blaine already makes, then wonders if he could finally make Blaine scream. Finally, Kurt breaks the silence with a tentative, "Um, well, your parents aren't home…" And then, in the next moment, their combined textbooks are falling to the floor with echoing thuds, and Kurt's back is being pressed into the mattress.

Kurt's funeral is on a warm, sunny day in June. He was only twenty-five years old.

Because there Blaine is, kneeling at the foot of his bed, naked except for a pair of tight red boy shorts and thigh-high black stockings with vivid red bows on the band.

Drabble done in reaction to the filming spoilers in Battery Park. Kurt doesn't want this to be the end, hits call again and again until his fingers feel numb. It rings.

Kurt Hummel is an intensely private man living in New York with some dangerous habits; Blaine Anderson is a stranger he meets at a bar that turns his world upside down in one night. Suddenly, he's faced with a normal job that's now turned into a heartbreaking dilemma.

The next time they're alone together is the Friday after Thanksgiving break, and as soon as Kurt closes the door to his bedroom and grabs Blaine by the soft cashmere of his cardigan, there's only one thing on his mind. He doesn't say anything, though, wants to wait until they're together on the bed.

He's been scripting this moment since he bought the items, running lines through his head more meticulously than he had back during West Side Story. He wants to seem romantic, not overeager, for their first Skype date since Kurt left, though he's sure romanticism is a bit of a stretch for what he wants to do.

"Blaine!" Kurt screams, his heart pounding in his chest. The coolness of the wall is hard under his fingertips, a terrible reminder that he has nowhere to go; he's cornered like an animal, the advancing once-was human moving closer and closer.

Kurt and Blaine order a little something special but get sent something else instead; Blaine wants to make it work and Kurt can't help but agree with him.

Blaine's wanted to be a husband his whole life. That much he's been sure of, even when sexuality was confusing and everyone was telling him what was right and wrong. He's wanted to be that person in someone's life: the person who cares, who cooks and loves and knows just what his partner would need.

In light of everything that's happened since those first few unsure days it's ridiculous, he knows, but he still feels like everything's going to be different. Of course, he's seeing Blaine like he does every morning. This is the way it's been all year. But he's never had to see someone and know what they look like without clothes.

"'Oh my god. Blaine, we're married.' His voice rises at the end, going high and almost shrill. He glances over and sees that Blaine's grinning widely back, his own matching band glinting on his finger in the light." Honeymoon!Klaine.

Blaine doesn't wait for an answer before he's saying, "When you have the house to yourself, watch the DVD. For me. Please."

Kurt has something he wants to try.

The door closes with a finalized noise, the lock clicking in place, and through the wood Kurt's gentle, cajoling words of "Sit up for me, sweetheart, and spread your legs" can be heard.

Kurt still feels the phantom fullness of Blaine inside him and can't resist wiggling his hips a little to intensify the familiar burn. "I want to finger you on camera. On the internet." Blaine inhales sharply, eyes going wide. Oh.

Blaine had settled for grabbing his arm and pulling him close, looking around the rapidly emptying hallways before leaning closer and conspiratorially whispering "Sixty-nine" into his ear.

"There's more to you than just your class." Aboard the world's greatest "floating city," anything is possible. Blaine and Kurt are from two different ends of the spectrum, but that only serves to bring them closer together. Titanic AU

"We're going outside, silly," Blaine says, running his hand down Kurt's arm as he steps back and buttons the top two buttons of his own coat to make up for the lack of a scarf. "I'm not wasting the first substantial snowfall of the year."

"You laugh at my jokes," "You get me," "You're witty." Blaine brings Kurt a rather unique Valentine's gift to school that leaves Kurt actually enjoying the holiday for once.

He lives in his world of silence; he lives in his world of sound. When Kurt meets Blaine and finds out he's different, he doesn't run: he does everything he can to keep him in his life as they grow up. Deaf!Blaine AU

Blaine kisses him one last time, pulls away; when Kurt's eyes focus Blaine's grinning at him, wide and inviting and open, pupils dilated but eyes still glinting playfulness. "Race you to the bedroom," he says excitedly.

"Blaine feels his knuckles dig into the soft flesh of the guy's temple and down he goes, crumpling to the ground faster than Blaine could blink or shake out his hand." Student by day, Tyler Durden by night: Blaine runs his own fight club.

"'Deal,' Blaine replies, his breath tickling Kurt's lips when he pulls away, eyes flickering to a soft honey hazel before inking up again like dark clouds covering the sky." Demon AU: Kurt summons a demon at a crossroads and makes a deal.

"What on—oh. Kurt." Kurt tilts his head back, looking at Blaine upside-down. His cheeks are flushed a rose pink, his chest bare and heaving. He's reflected in the mirror positioned in front of Blaine's bed and he's naked. Completely naked.

"'I know we're not ready for actual sex, and I totally respect that. But we agreed that any and all fantasies are on the table. We said we'd always be honest and never hold back.'" Blaine wants to try something.

"You look beautiful," Blaine says back breathlessly, truthfully. He holds the box up and flips open the lid, revealing two matching pink carnations.

Kurt meets Blaine on the staircase at Dalton, but does he meet all of him? Blaine has some demons of his own that are more than just memories of past bullies and Kurt is unsuspecting.

Everything is so easy between them that it should almost be a problem, but all Kurt does is push out a laugh and swat at Blaine's shoulder, breath hitching when Blaine slides his hand up, then down. "I think this will end a lot better with you inside me."

Blaine shuts his door with a soft click and it's just them in the room, hearts pounding and heads spinning as they reach for each other. Kurt frames Blaine's face in his hands and Blaine does the same. Kurt swallows and does his best to just breathe.

Adrenaline still rushes through them, dizzying, and having seen Blaine dance like that back in there, having felt him grinding and rubbing while other men watched, Kurt's never been this turned on before. He's never felt like this and it's overwhelming.

Kurt decides that it's the tequila and the challenge burning through his veins that leads him to kiss Blaine messily with far too showy a display of tongue and far too loud moans as he slowly rocks his hips down. If they want him to perform he'll perform.

Blaine is wearing glasses. Glasses with a thin, rectangle-shaped frame, just simple black and nothing gaudy and fancy or even with a blatant designer logo like Kurt would go for if he ever had to wear them. He doesn't get why he's so turned on right now.

"When Blaine sings, his blue aura is strong, steady, like he's at his most calm. When his eyes lock with Kurt's, it fluctuates slightly, jumps around like Kurt's heart is doing inside his chest." Kurt can see auras; Blaine's is the same color as his mom's

Blaine bites on his lower lip and says, again, with a steadier quality to his voice, "I want you to come on my face. And—and in my mouth." Kurt doesn't hesitate in his encouragement: "Yes. Oh god, Blaine, yes."

"Oh, angel, don't cry." His eyes are a shifting blue-green-gray, his lips a pretty pink splash of color on his face. He's the one who should be called angel, not Blaine, not this broken shell of a boy who may as well be dead right now.

Call it hackneyed, clichéd, trite, commonplace, whichever. When Blaine fronts the Warblers and sings to the gathered crowd of students, his eyes never leave Kurt's and Kurt's never leave his. It's like they're alone in their own little world.

"It's a boy, Blaine realizes after a minute or two. A very, very pretty brunet boy with pale skin and green-blue eyes that shimmer and change colors seemingly whenever they feel like it." Treatment facility AU.

Blaine likes Kurt but doesn't tell him; Kurt likes Blaine but doesn't tell him. Alone in their rooms, they fantasize about the things they're too afraid to voice to each other.

"I want to show you how beautiful you are," Kurt murmurs, moving on the bed so that he's straddling Blaine's hips. "I completely understand if you don't like me that way, but… I can't see you beat yourself up like this because you're perfect, Blaine."

"It's your present," he says, lips pressed to Blaine's stubbly cheek. "You're eighteen now. I'm eighteen. That means we can make a special… video."

"Blaine rubs the back of his neck and says, so softly that Kurt has to strain to hear it, 'I was kinda hoping to use it with… with you.'" Blaine steals his father's credit card again and purchases something he thinks Kurt will like.

"CanIrimyou?" Kurt gets out in a rush of breath, digging his nails into his thigh as he exhales and holds his breath. So maybe that wasn't how it was supposed to go, but it'd have to do.

"'It's more than okay,' he whispers, sliding his hand down to trace a thumb over Kurt's bottom lip, watching blue-gray eyes flutter shut and pink lips part slightly in a quiet gasp." Kurt and Blaine's first time really, truly making out.

The boy smiles but doesn't look angry. It's probably really not an uncommon request; Kurt can't be the only john to want to know the name of the kid they're picking up. "My name's Blaine. That's all you need to know."

If there's anyone he should want to lose his virginity to, it's Blaine. And he does. He wants to have proper sex with him, wants to feel Blaine come apart under him. There's so much he wants to do with him that this is just the tip of the iceberg.

"Five times Blaine used MAC's Studio Finish SPF 35 in NC45 and one time that he finally didn't." Blaine lives a life of abuse and concealment until Kurt comes around.

In preparation to surprise Kurt with a transfer to McKinley, Blaine looks up some old New Directions performances and stumbles across "Toxic." He really, really likes what he sees.

"Patience," he says. "We'll get to that. Right now, what I want is you, on all fours, in front of that mirror." Well. Okay, for that Blaine could acquiesce.

The thin fabric of his cotton shorts have slid and bunched up around the tops of his thighs and he finds himself holding his breath in anticipation. He digs into the sheet, bunches it up with one hand, and breathes out, "Blaine."

"Blaine doesn't realize it yet, but he's fallen harder for Kurt than he ever has for anyone else and not even song can save him now." Blaine has a hard time doing anything but living and expressing through music. And then Kurt comes along.

" All because at Blaine's throat a black leather collar is fastened, the oval silver pendant that's looped by a thick jump ring catching the light and sparkling like promises and longing."

Blaine ogles an exchange student. Kurt is less than pleased and proceeds to show Blaine that those puppy-dog eyes should be for one boy only.

"Kurt avoids saying a very clichéd 'you suck' and instead collapses onto the pillows, palms covering his eyes. 'Is this about the plan? Please tell me it's about the plan.'" Blaine has a plan; Kurt sort of doesn't trust him, not with his track record.

Kurt's alone, so he invites Blaine over for the weekend for some much-needed "boyfriend bonding" time. Blaine, ever the rebellious son, takes a bottle of champagne to the Hummel-Hudson residence. Kurt really hates that he can never say no.

He may not feel guilt, but he feels regret. And just like that the sky clouds up and fat raindrops are pelting his body, ones that should be cold with winter temperatures but have no effect on him whatsoever. He doesn't know what to do.

"Blaine brightens up considerably. 'So what I'm saying is we should do it. Together. On a webcam for everyone on somewhere like, oh, say… Stickam.'" Blaine is impulsive; Kurt can't ever resist him.

"I—" His voice cracks in the silence of the room. He swallows, and whether it's a quieter way of clearing his throat or if he's just choking back tears even he doesn't know. "I miss you, Blaine."

"I—I," Blaine stammers, and Kurt feels a momentary surge of pride at causing his usually-articulate boyfriend to be at such a loss for words. "I… Kurt. Kurt," Blaine gasps. So much for watching a movie.

Companion fic to "Third Time's Not The Charm." When Blaine comes back from vacation he and Kurt try to make up for their semi-failed first time and end up discovering some more things about themselves along the way.

Kurt decides that it's past time to have sex with Blaine, but rather than be straightforward about it, he devises a three-part seduction plan that maybe isn't as foolproof as he believes.

The way a person moves can tell a lot about them. It's up to the interpreter to understand just what those things are. Kurt wonders where, how, and why things went slightly wrong.

Set after the KLiss: Candles wasn't the only thing being practised after that moment.

Aibrean Murphy is a young Irish lass waiting to start a new life alone in America. She boards the Titanic and experiences not only its wonders and enthralling opulence but its terrible collision and demise.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Jonathan/Kyle. Set on the Titanic. Kyle's from a wealthy family, Jonathan's not. Romance and turmoil follow their meeting on sailing day until the ship begins to sink that fateful Sunday night.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Kyle. Caleb is a homeless former addict and Kyle is a stranger with a big heart and an even bigger secret. He takes Caleb in and their dark pasts collide, bringing them both to the breaking point.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Kyle/Chris Colfer. Oh yeah, I went there. Chris has gone back to LA to get ready to start shooting season two and Kyle misses him to the point of sending lewd text messages early the next morning. Sexting/phone sex.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Jonathan/Kyle. A collection of 10 drabbles set to songs.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Austin, one sided Caleb/Kyle. When Kyle comes over to Caleb's apartment on one of his usual visits when Austin's out of town he gets more than he bargained for.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Jonathan. Caleb accidentally lets something slip during sex and Jonathan's pretty turned on by it.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Jonathan/Kyle. Jonathan gets drunk and spills his feelings towards Kyle. PWP involving dirty talk and submissive!Jonathan ensues. I'm so shameless.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Kyle/Jonathan. An uninhibited night in Vegas. Kyle's an exotic dancer and Jonathan, a naive kid with a big wallet, finds him really, really attractive.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Kyle. Just a little short story about love and heartbreak.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Kyle. Shameless PWP. That's all the summary I need.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Caleb/Kyle. Caleb felt like he was a damaged being, and Kyle changed his mind. Almost PWP, but it actually has a backstory.

Forever the Sickest Kids: Kyle/Caleb main, Kyle/various others. Kyle's recovering from a drinking problem, relapses, and Caleb catches him. It all goes downhill as he falls back into his destructive patterns. Slash.

Forever The Sickest Kids: Austin/Kyle. The two head off backstage after a show. Shameless smut ensues.

Fall Out Boy: Patrick tries to walk out on his band in Australia after he's had enough of Pete. "Tries to" being the keyword.

FOB/Moonlight AU: Pete is a vampire who falls for a human. Cliche, right? It's far from it. There's a dangerous renegade coven loose in Chicago that's hellbent on revenge, and time's running out for Pete to save his new love interest and friends.