Adam took his hand and held it, warm and complacent; his thumb brushing gently over the knuckle of Kurt’s thumb.

The heart-wrenching sob held in threatened to break free from his throat almost made Kurt finally let everything show, but he swallowed it. He also swallowed the unease in his gut; the discomfort associated with wrongness.

This was wrong. It felt wrong. Everything was wrong. Adam was so sweet, so genuine. He really meant well, and all Kurt wanted to do was try.

Even if every movie they saw together was nothing short of wrong.

‘Good luck’ Kurt wanted to say. Because there hadn’t been a love story in the world that he and Blaine didn’t indulge themselves in. They watched movie after movie and always found a way to relate it back to themselves and their epic love.

It was an impossible task, but Kurt had to try.

What Went Down in the Dressing Room: CrissColfer (NC-17)

by: mal

word count: 3,300+

a/n: In light of learning Darren and Chris were cubby buddies, this spilled from my mind and porn happened.

warnings: mild breathplay, barebacking, bottom!Chris.

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by: mal

a/n: written because of Blaine’s insinuation that they were together on Christmas, and also this prompt.

“Kurt,” Blaine finally gasped, breaking the would-be silence of the frighteningly echo-y apartment. He couldn’t help it though. He had always been loud in the past, and it just felt too amazing to keep between tight lips.

It also might have been for the fact that he was so blessed to be even able to utter Kurt’s name like that again; it was almost too good to be true. Kurt, however didn’t find the sentiment in the moment. He was stern.

“Shhh,” Kurt hissed, digging his nails roughly into the fleshy part of Blaine’s ass, ceasing his movements. “You can’t wake him up!”

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