This list will be updated as I go. All of the stories here are (predominantly) Glee --> Klaine.
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The tumblr tag for this project is fic: let's play pretend, but since it seems to be acting up today, I got motivated to get all the links together in one place. Here you go!

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Barely three days in, Kurt's senior year was already shaping up to be terrible, making the bubbly, relaxed feeling summer left him with a distant memory.

It wasn't just the fact that he and Blaine were in different schools, either. It was... everything, really. Everything was wrong.

Once again, they were a few members short in the Glee club, so the usual hunt for anyone with semi-functioning vocal chords began. It ended in a massive food fight when Rachel had a brilliant idea to do a number in the school cafeteria in order to lure any interested students in with a promise of fun.

Kurt's clothes would never recover. And the only new member they got out of the ordeal, Sugar Motta, was completely devoid of any musical talent and very possibly batshit crazy. Still, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Schue let her in, which meant he was either that desperate, or so affected by his private drama that he didn't care about the Glee club at all.
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A/N: No prompt this time. This is a flashback to a time before INB plot takes place – specifically, the scene that this exchange between Sebastian and Kurt alluded to:

"Just... take care of yourself, okay? I don't want to have to scrape you off a New York sidewalk one day. I really prefer you in one piece."

Kurt just nodded. They'd never talked about that one night back when, and they would continue not to. But they both knew: sometimes, love was too much.
PG-13. Angst. Warning: a situation and mindset that may be interpreted as suicidal


There are times in life when everything is going right, every piece of the puzzle seems to fit in perfectly at last. Then, sometimes, someone pulls the rug from beneath your feet, leaving you scrambling for purchase.

And that's fine; that's life.

But when the person that makes the ground crumble and the heavens fall is the same one that first put them there and built everything that makes up your safety net... sometimes it's too much.

With nothing to hold onto, falling seems only a matter of time.


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Prompt: "I'll take care of you"

[NC-17, hints of mild, loving D/s dynamics (or is it?)]



The first time Kurt noticed it, it was near the end of Blaine's freshman year at NYU. There were finals approaching, which Blaine was determined to ace, and a showcase soon afterwards where he was going to play two of his own songs. Kurt was certain with Blaine's talent and his hard work all year long he would breeze right through it. But there was stress anyway: long study sessions and nights spent over the piano perfecting the songs, quiet enough not to wake up the neighbors.

Kurt could see it building in Blaine's frame and his demeanor – the anxiety, the untold worry he wouldn't be good enough. The perfectionism, developed through the years under Mr. Anderson's critical eye, still reared its ugly head every now and then, Kurt knew. The only thing he could do was take care of Blaine until the stressful period passed, making sure he slept enough and ate at all, and didn't beat himself up over every tiny thing he perceived as failure.

It was the night before Blaine's first final of the session, and Kurt had convinced him to go to bed early and get some rest instead of revising yet again. When he left his sewing room and entered the bedroom himself, it was well after three, and Blaine was peacefully asleep, hugging Kurt's pillow to his face the way he always did until Kurt was there to hold instead.

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A/N: Here it is, and I'm sorry for the wait. Real life interferes – I'm trying to start earning money with my words now, so progress on my fics is slower than I'd like it to be lately. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before I settle into the new schedule, because I still have so much fun planned for this story and I can't wait to share it with you :)

Thank you SO much for all the love and comments, they always brighten my day, and I'm sorry that I suck at replying recently – I promise I'll try to do better once I whip the chaos of my non-fandom life into some semblance of order. Hugs and kittens (bunnies? puppies? take your pick!) for all of you!
The story started small, in the first week of August – just a mention about the "strange phenomenon" in the morning news on a slow day. By the evening it had been quoted in the Health sections of all the major news sites. "Random names appearing on people's bodies", "tiny percentage of the population", "no reason to worry", "the scientists are working on understanding the anomaly". And the word that seemed to catch everyone's attention, just one of the potential explanations thrown in dismissively among scientific jargon: "soulmates".

The sheer volume of responses and comments was staggering and within days, the story grew and ballooned, until it was everywhere – huge articles in newspapers and premium spots on TV news, floods of discussions all over the internet. Soon it was revealed that the percentage of people with marks wasn't that small, after all – according to different sources, it was already between 5 and 10% of Americans, and probably just as much all over the world. And the numbers were still growing, with new cases reported every day.

Suddenly, there were "experts" everywhere – doctors and philosophers, geneticists and priests and self-proclaimed mystics, stating their opinions and beliefs with unshakeable conviction. The marks were called a plague or a miracle, people with names on their bodies were either diseased or chosen, blessed or cursed, depending on who you asked. Stories of happily "matched" couples were countered by tales of anguish by people who suffered ridicule and embarrassment because their marks appeared in highly visible spots.

Five days after the first reports, a well-known plastic surgeon announced he'd recently developed the most effective method of removing the "obnoxious markings", and offered discounts for the first ten patients interested in the procedure. In reply, a celebrity wedding planner called the marks "the most beautiful proof of destiny existing" and promised her services for free to the first "soulmate couple" who wanted to tie the knot. The internet was abuzz, people divided between those squealing with excitement at the romanticism of the soulmates idea, those predicting horrible things to come out of this new epidemic, and the usual angry crowd demanding an explanation, a cure, money, or the resignation of the president. Everywhere you went for days, people hardly talked about any other news.

Blaine was watching all this in silent dread.

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Kurt didn't sleep well that night, his dreams plagued by entirely too vivid images from Blaine's story, enveloped in a vague sense of dread, and really, he'd rather not sleep at all. His boyfriend bloody and unconscious was not a picture he'd ever wanted to see.

The morning rose bleak and rainy, but Kurt was already up, showered and dressed down for comfort, toiling over the most elaborate recipe for fancy breakfast rolls he could find. Kneading and rolling kept him anchored in reality and safe from succumbing to the horrifying lure of the what if. With his hands busy, he could think and process without getting lost or overwhelmed by emotions. And he had plenty to think about.

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Nationals, the whole New York adventure, had been Kurt's dream for months – getting out of Ohio, even just for a few days, to a place so much bigger, more open, free. He wanted it all so badly, getting to see and taste how it could be, what his future could hold, experiencing it all, dreaming big. He couldn't sleep the night before, vibrating with excitement and repacking his suitcase for the third time to make sure he was prepared for every possible fashion opportunity (including, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, being spotted by a talent hunter and swept right from the competition stage to a recording studio or a Broadway audition).

And those few days were everything he'd hoped for – a glimpse of the New York life with its rush, its lights, its possibilities, that left Kurt utterly enchanted. Window-shopping at the designer boutiques – never mind that it would be years before he could afford to actually buy anything at any of them – gave him happy chills. Broadway left him breathless. Merely being there sent his heart into an excited gallop, and when he sneaked into the Gershwin theatre with Rachel, standing on that stage felt so right. Like his heart recognized it, like this was where he belonged.

And he did belong here, not just on Broadway, but in the city. For the first time in years, he didn't stand out. There were people in the streets whose outfits made his own feel muted. There were men and women so clearly playing with the gender image that his own looks hardly seemed like a flaw here – not that Kurt considered them to be, but he'd heard enough girl comments over the years to have enough. And the freedom... His eyes stung when he first saw two men kissing hello right at the airport, before they went their way, hand in hand. By the end of the day it no longer took him by surprise every time he saw a same-sex couple, but it kept making him smile – and ache. God, if only Blaine could be here with him...

But Blaine couldn't be there.

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Not a day passed this week without Blaine regretting he'd told his parents that he had a boyfriend. It wasn't that they were giving him a hard time over it – not really, considering they didn't touch the subject. They were just so attentive all of the sudden, it made everything much more complicated.

Blaine was used to being left to fend for himself. Having his own credit card to pay for gas and other basic needs, barely any parental control over his whereabouts – that was his normalcy and had been for a few years now. So the way his parents were suddenly interested in everything about his life, from his grades and academic achievements to his gas expenses and what he was doing in his free time was honestly disconcerting. Not to mention annoying, especially when it interfered with his Kurt time. He should study more, drive around less and definitely spend more time with his family, he was told.

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