[FIC] Carry Your Shame (25/25) **Complete**

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3 (additional thanks to asialoveklaine for answering all the questions I had about Shanghai and Chinese culture in this last chapter)

Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, rimming, gay sex all around- the usual :) 

Summary: Kurt’s spent his entire life being pushed around and ignored. He’s never had a single friend until he met Blaine Anderson, a swimmer for the National Team and McKinley’s Golden Boy. When the boys fall for each other, Kurt has to learn the hard way that there are some things even love can’t fix—like the fact that his step-brother and boyfriend are mortal enemies. Will Blaine be willing to give up everything to be with Kurt or will they crumble under the pressure to become what everyone else is trying to turn them into? 

This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//(Blaine interlude)//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//(Blaine Interlude 2)//Chapter 10//Chapter 11//Part 12//Part 13//(Blaine Interlude 3)//Part 14//Part 15//Part 16//Part 17//(Blaine Interlude 4)//Part 18//Part 19//Part 20//Part 21//(Blaine Interlude 5)//Part 22//Part 23//Part 24//(Blaine Interlude 6)

Carry Your Shame Playlist (organized by chapter)

Art for this fic (by the lovely Lokicorey) can be found here!

AN: Well this is it, all 13,329 words of it. I hope everybody is satisfied with how it turned out and that it was word the long wait.  There was a good 3,000 words more of this chapter that I ended up cutting out because of length so I’ll be posting Klaine’s extended sex scene later on this week or early next week for those of you that are interested. 

And finally, as I’ve been promising I would do once this story was complete- prompts for drabbles and one shots in this verse are now officially being accepted in my ask. 

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After eighteen hours on a plane and a two hour layover in Toronto, Kurt couldn’t have been more relieved to be finally touching down in Shanghai. As much as he loved Blaine, it was a toss up if he was more excited to see his boyfriend or to lie down in a real bed. The bed might win out. Despite their early wakeup to get to the airport in time, he’d been unable to sleep on the first plane because the flight was so short and he was squeezed in between the window and an overweight man that would not stop yelling at the flight attendant for one thing or another. By the second flight, Mr. Anderson had offered him the aisle so that he could have a bit more space, but there had been a lot of turbulence and with the lights constantly being turned off to simulate the time zone in Shanghai then back on again for meals and snacks every two hours, he’d been unable to sleep. 

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Lay Me Down

A post-reunion Klaine ficlet inspired by the song “The Art of Forgiveness” by Maria Mena, prompted by sociolab. Thank you to Mimsy for giving it a quick read.

Light R, around 1,300 words, mentions of infidelity. 

On the sixth day, Blaine stops waiting for things to fall into place and asks.

“Kurt? Why aren’t we having sex?”

They’re on Kurt’s bed—their bed—enjoying a roommate-free afternoon with nothing on the agenda. No boxes to unpack, no friends to meet up with, no forms to fill out. Blaine is wrapped tightly around Kurt, like he knows that any hint of tension will have Kurt moving away, standing up, stepping back.

Kurt can’t find the words, so Blaine continues.

“I know we’ve talked this to death, and I know you say you’ve forgiven me, that you love me, and you want me, but Kurt—you won’t even let me get your shirt off.”

Kurt whispers, “I know.” He tugs on Blaine’s arms, trying to get even a few inches of distance between them, but Blaine won’t budge.

“So tell me.”

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“Devon’s asleep,” Kurt murmurs. He and Blaine are sitting on the couch, Blaine’s head against Kurt’s chest. Kurt keeps stroking over Blaine’s short hair, letting the thick softness of it rub against the pads of his fingers. He still can’t believe that this is happening, that Blaine is actually here again, real and so warm and solid next to him. His body feels heavier with muscle, perhaps weighed down even more with things that Kurt will never see or experience.

Blaine hums, closes his eyes. His hand traces over Kurt’s, fingers going over the mountain ridges of knuckles. “He’s beautiful.” His voice holds a slight tinge of pain, a tightness that Kurt finds impossible to overlook. He knows what Blaine’s thinking, what he isn’t telling him.

Kurt bends down, ignores the ache in the back of his neck as he presses a kiss to the top of Blaine’s head to soothe away the pain. “Just like his papa.”

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Montourage Are Proud Of Cory

For the first time in my life, I was truly happy