Hi! I'm Darrian. And for those of you who just took a double-take, Darrian, not Darren. TRUST ME EVEN I DO THAT. I'm bisex (or bi-curious). I love Klaine. But, I'm a Chris Colfer fan. However, Starkid has a very important place in my heart as well, and not just because they have Darren Criss. People who watched it just because Darren Criss was in it should be shot. I MEAN WHAT :D Joey Richter, Brian Holden, Joe Walker, and everyone else are just as amazing. So, please enjoy my blog! Klaine forever <3 This a Klaine, Glee, Harry Potter, Supernatural, and Starkid fanblog. Once I watch enough of Doctor Who, it'll be of that as well. Enjoy!

"Music, to me, is the sound of meaning and is the embodiment of things you can't put into words. It is the empowerment of ideas through sound. And it means the world to me because it's what I enjoy to do." -Darren Criss

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Anonymous prompted: Married, long time going without sex, Kurt comes home one night to find a very scruffy disheveled Blaine, drinking alone, they undress each other sensually, and they have rough, wild sex. 

I was also inspired by missbeizy and judearaya's great porn off of 2014, so I thought I’d tag along and try to play in the big leagues*

They haven’t had a quiet dinner at home in weeks, either missing each other entirely or one of them rushing in the door with takeout that they eat in front of the television before the other rushes out again, and there is something so quietly satisfying about washing dishes while Blaine dries, on an evening where they have no where to go and nothing to do, the apartment lit softly yellow with fairy lights, just the sound of the running water and the tick tick tick of the clock on the wall.

Kurt passes over a plate dripping wet from the sink, smiles as he watches Blaine rub it dry. There isn’t anything particularly erotic about it, other than it’s Blaine and sometimes Blaine doing nothing but breathing and standing in place and existing is enough to make Kurt flush with fond arousal. But this is not fond arousal, him with his arms elbow deep in murky dishwater, bits of lettuce floating on the top, body frozen and eyes glued to Blaine’s hand rubbing and rubbing and rubbing at that plate.

Kurt wants to grab it and smash it on the floor and climb onto Blaine’s lap to ride him into oblivion.

Where the hell did that come from?

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Ficlet: Reveal


, and prompted: Klaine, “I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”

Early!Klaine, best friends since childhood AU, ~1,000 words

Kurt lets his head drop down onto his arms with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut. “I hate homework.” He’s on his belly on Blaine’s bed, Blaine on the carpet in front of him, the way they’ve been doing homework since first grade together.

Blaine blinks up at him from the floor, smiling softly. “I know you do.”

“Why am I so bad at this?”

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Filled for the Klaine Bingo - Prompt: Red

early!Klaine, PG-13

Blaine knows he shouldn’t be staring, but as Kurt begins to peel himself out of these incredibly tight pants right in front of him, his eyes are basically glued to the sight. A dark blush creeps up on his cheeks as Kurt’s partially clothed ass peeks out, the pale soft flesh wobbling a little as he tugs on the fabric and pulls them down his legs.

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Filled for the Klaine Bingo - Prompt: Jock

Kurt removes the soaked teabag from his mug and makes his way back to the couch. He huffs out a small sigh when he sees that Blaine’s still watching the game.

“How long until it’s over?”

Blaine looks at him for a moment, a grin tugging on his lips. “It’s not over anytime soon. Sorry, honey.”

With another exasperated sigh, Kurt slumps down onto the couch next to his fiancé. “What’s so fascinating about a bunch of sweaty big guys running around and chasing whoever’s holding the ball?!” He takes a sip from his warm tea before placing the steaming mug onto the coffee table in front of them. “I’ll never understand.”

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Beads, NC-17


Filled for the Klaine Bingo - Prompt: Toys

Big thanks to my amazing beta Kris <3

On AO3

“So,” Blaine begins one evening when they’re huddled together on the couch, his thumb fidgeting with one of the strings of Kurt’s hoodie. “I know you’re not opposed to using toys in the bedroom.”

“Mhm,” Kurt hums in agreement, eyes squinting a little at the unexpectedness of the statement. Nestling closer to Blaine’s warm body, Kurt is about to brush it off, ready to continue letting himself be lulled back into the triviality of what’s flickering across their TV screen.

“I’m just wondering if you’d ever be willing to use anything besides a plug or dildo.”

“What are you trying to say? Are you trying to propose something?”

Blaine starts squirming a little, a flush creeping up his cheeks. “Well, um, I might have ordered something online a few weeks ago.”

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Summary: Blaine adds a new member to the family without telling Kurt.

A/N: For the sweet and wonderful yesim who deserves all the pugs in the world!!

Blaine knows what it’s like to be the smallest, to not be wanted, to be picked last. So when he walks past a pet store on the way home from Sam’s and sees him in the window, he can’t bring himself to say no.

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Magic Position, NC-17


anon prompted: Can you write something where Kurt and Blaine realize that they can see the couple across the street from them get it on and they accidentally get into some sort of voyeuristic competition with them?

[Kudos to my amazing beta reader Caroline <3]

on AO3

Kurt is so ready for a lazy evening in bed, cuddling up next to his newlywed husband and letting something random on the TV wash over him. Today’s shift at the diner had been pure hell and even now his legs and feet are still aching. He drags himself over to their bed, only having thrown on a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt after his shower, falling into what can only be described as heaven. Soft-cushioned, good smelling heaven.

“So, today’s cuddle night?”

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Summary: Bleary-eyed kisses in the morning always seem to turn into so much more.

Warnings: rimming, fingering

He doesn’t want to wake up, but he can’t help notice that the bed is suddenly empty.

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"Chokehold" - Kurt/Blaine


Breathplay.  Kurt’s neckerchiefs have always served more than one purpose, and Blaine finally figures out what that means.  

Warnings: detailed descriptions of choking/breath restriction and subtle BDSM & D/S themes.

Jude: I think maybe bossy!Kurt, as delightful as he is, might need to let go every now and then, don’t you?  Maybe he’ll be a little more relaxed now

Blaine irons while Kurt lays out the strips of fabric on the table beside their bed with careful, even spacing. It’s Friday night, they are both home, and Kurt’s audition is in two days. Everything about his outfit, down to the color and arrangement of his pocket square, has to be perfect.

Blaine has been wonderful this week, canceling plans and coming home early just to help him prepare. They’re in the final stages—down to accent choices and shoe selection, and Kurt is getting twitchy. He’s been off his game for days, nerves and the desire to be flawless making him more awkward than usual. Even with Blaine’s presence, he’s had to resort to Ambien the last two nights, and that’s telling.

The smell of warm fabric and Blaine’s repetitive motions as he irons is soothing, though, and even though Kurt’s pulse is spiking, he’s okay for the moment.

"Alright," Blaine says, bringing over the last of the neckerchief choices. "We’ve got a pastel, a few patterns, and a few solids—"

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Summary: Blaine wakes up before Kurt. In more ways than one.

A/N: because ems wanted early!klaine getting off together *u*

Perhaps it was a bit lame to tell Mercedes and Tina that they couldn’t go to the mall after school because they were going to nap.

It’s just that after a long week of classes and dancing and singing, all he really wants to do is curl up beside Kurt and wake up beside Kurt.

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jillypickle prompted: How about single dad Kurt meets single dad Blaine because their teenagers start dating?

“Okay tell me again. You’re going on what with who now?”

Audrey sighs like the weight of the world is draped across her narrow shoulders and pushes her broccoli around on her plate. “On a date. With a boy. I told you like, a million times Dad, god.

“Okay, first let’s watch the tone,” Kurt says and she huffs, then stabs a broccoli with the tines of her fork. “Second, you are thirteen. Even if you were allowed to date, which you aren’t by the way because you are thirteen, where would you go? How would you get there? Bicycle? Razor Scooter to a romantic picnic under the monkey bars perhaps?”

She scowls and Kurt can’t help the teasing smile on his face. It’s too easy and she’s so cute when she’s pissed off at him. Well, sometimes. The door slamming isn’t his favorite.

“It’s not funny.” She takes a bite of food then looks up, big sad eyes and defeated posture and that does not bode well for his resolve. “He’s really nice and super polite and he said his dad would come and he even asked if I would accompany him to the movies like, who says that? He’s really cute Dad, all the girls in class think so. And Toby.”

“Well if Toby thinks so,” Kurt jokes again, but Audrey still looks put out so Kurt relents. “Okay. Get me his dad’s number and as long as he’s onboard and will be staying with you the entire time I’ll consider it.”

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"Laundry Day" - Kurt/Blaine


Early!Klaine.  PWP.  

Kurt is wearing a pair of boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination and Blaine has only one thing on his mind.

It starts with a pair of dove gray boxer briefs.

Well, technically, it starts with laundry day.

Kurt had gotten melted chocolate from the chocolate chip cookies they’d baked on his sweatpants and Blaine had offered to put them in the washing machine for him. Somewhere in between being helpful and relocating from the kitchen to Kurt’s bedroom for movie time, his attentions had shifted from “innocent Saturday afternoon with my boyfriend” to Kurt wearing nothing but a pair of last year’s boxer briefs and a tank top, on display standing on tip toe in his walk-in closet.

Blaine, sitting at the end of Kurt’s bed, watches at first through the reflection of the mirror on the closet door behind Kurt and then simply watches Kurt directly, straining to reach something at the back of the top shelf. The boxer briefs cut in at his tiny waist and hug the firm, high shape of his ass like a glove, and when he comes down off of his toes the material is sucked up in between his cheeks, outlining each side in full detail. The muscles in his thighs clench as he shifts around, trying to dislodge the material without indelicately picking at his butt.

Blaine’s cheeks go from warm to inferno in about five seconds.

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klainebingo: mistaken identity // masterlist
a never-met au, in which Kurt doesn’t go to NYADA.

"How do you accidentally do something like that?” ~5k

Blaine can tell by the grin on Sam’s mouth that he’s not going to like what comes out of it. It’s that strained smile that screams ‘awkward’ and, coupled with the way he had jumped up from the couch to his feet when Blaine entered the apartment, his whole demeanor radiates nothing but bad things. Instantly, the excuses for why Sam doesn’t have the money for his share of the rent (again) echo in Blaine’s mind, but he shoves those thoughts away before they make him queasy.

He sits his messenger bag in the armchair next to him, closes his eyes in plea as he says, “Please, Sam, if it’s bad news keep it to yourself, I’m too tired to-“

"Oh no no no, dude, nothing’s wrong."

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Blaine wants to get better at rimming, therefore he comes up with the idea of having scheduled rimming sessions. 

NC-17, rimming, oral

This is a collab with the amazing Caroline, and here is the prequel, written by her. :) My part here is just the smut heh.

They agree not to do it every single day, to give the muscles in Blaine’s tongue at least some sort of rest.

So, every other day, seven p.m. sharp it is.

“Is there a time span on when we have to finish or…do you just go until you can’t do it anymore or any of us comes?” Kurt asks the first night they’re starting on their schedule, his naked body only veiled in a white and fluffy bathrobe, and hair still a bit damp from showering.

Blaine’s sucking on his bottom lip, brows knitting together.

“Mhm, that’s a good question. I mean, usually we mostly used this as foreplay, so it didn’t really matter. But yeah, maybe I could set myself the goal to finish only once I’ve made you come.”

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Just Tipsy


Blaine is playing a video game and really into it. Meanwhile Kurt really wants Blaine to be into him, with his tongue preferably. 

NC-17, rimming, mentions of roleplay and spanking, also there’s a really tiny dose of alcohol involved

Huge thanks to my amazing beta reader Kris, who was an enormous help ♥

On AO3

Blaine’s fingers are starting to hurt from pressing the different buttons of his game controller, a numb pain spreading on the right side of his head from staring fixedly at the television screen for the past hour. But he’s so close to conquering this seemingly impossible-to-beat level, so he persists.


Blaine is startled to hear Kurt’s voice so near him. Sucking in a deep breath, he grips the controller tighter. “Hm?” His voice is distant, his gaze not leaving the screen for one second.

He fully expects Kurt to get mad at him any second, to stomp out of the room or to rip the controller out of his grip only to smack it lightly against his head.

But Kurt just lets out a playful giggle. “Aww, come on. You’re missing out on so much, you know that, right?”

That’s when Blaine’s head makes a quick turn.

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