Q:Avengers Daemon!AU or Glee Zombie Survival
One of Blaine’s eyes rolled around in his head as he staggered forward. His left leg dragged behind him, the bulk of the muscle attached by thin ropy tendons that were slowly beginning to fray and snap as he lurched towards Kurt.
“Blaine? Blaine it’s me,” Kurt whimpered, desperate and panicked. His grey herringbone wool trench coat was stained with blood and dirt and the matching dark wool trousers had a chunk missing from Rachel’s attempt to- no, not Rachel. Rachel was gone, he told himself firmly. What he’d done was necessary. He had no other choice.
“Uuuurt,” the creature that had been Blaine groaned, snapping Kurt back to reality.
He scuttled backwards with his hands and one foot, the other trailed through the dirt limply. He’d only sprained it, but the injury to his ankle had slowed him down enough that the others had been forced to leave him behind.
“Blaine, please, it’s Kurt. You don’t want to do this,” he pleaded, already knowing it was useless. His knuckles tightened around the revolver they’d left him and he closed his eyes for a second, swallowing thickly. He knew what he had to do, but this was Blaine.
He wasn’t sure if he could go through with it.
And even if he could, what would be the point? Wouldn’t it be better to just… let himself go? How was he supposed to go on without Blaine?
Kurt loosened his fingers, taking deep calming breaths as he heard Blaine shuffle closer.
“What the hell were you doing?”
Kurt’s eyes flew open in time to see Blaine crumple to the ground in front of him. All that was left of his head was a fragment of skull, sticking out of his exposed spine.
Kurt looked past the remains of his boyfriend, too numb with shock to cry or even vomit, to see Sebastian, a shotgun clutched in his hands and an outraged look on his face.
Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out.
“I said, what the hell were you doing?” Sebastian snarled, reloading his shotgun with practised efficiency before stalking over to Kurt. He reached down, grabbed him by one oversized lapel and pulled him upright with a violent tug.
Kurt staggered into him, his ankle throbbing with pain. He expected Sebastian to push him away, but instead the other boy tugged him closer, wrapping an arm firmly around his back and helping him to move forward.
“I already told the others they were idiots for leaving you behind,” Sebastian said, shaking with adrenaline and anger, “But I didn’t expect you to just- just let-” His voice cracked.
“I didn’t see the point,” Kurt said, voice very small. He was staring ahead without really seeing, his whole body felt numb.
“Didn’t see the point?” Sebastian repeated, incredulous. He laughed, a desperate, hysterical bark. “Living Hummel, that’s the point. It’s the only thing we have left, and I just can’t believe that after everything that you’d just… Just give up on that.”
“Blaine’s dead Kurt!” Sebastian snapped. He stopped moving and turned to face Kurt, his green eyes bright with unshed tears. “He was dead long before I blew out his brains. You of all people should know that.”
Kurt shuddered and closed his eyes, the nothingness he’d felt upon seeing Blaine’s lifeless face finally giving way to an angry desperate something that he really didn’t want to feel.
“I do, I know that, I just… Seeing him again. I don’t know how I can keep doing this on my own…” he admitted, voice practically a whisper.
“You don’t have to,” Sebastian said, reaching up to cup Kurt’s cheek gently.
Kurt opened his eyes in surprise and found Sebastian’s face only inches away.
“We can get through this, together,” Sebastian said softly, “If- if that’s what you want.”
Kurt swallowed, mind racing at the unexpected offer. He nodded, just the tiniest bit, and was stunned to see Sebastian’s entire face blossom into a broad grin.
Without any warning Sebastian surged forward and captured Kurt’s lips in a kiss, all warm pressure and too many teeth and pure desperation. They broke apart with a shuddering gasp, clinging to each other tightly.
A rumbling moan in the distance reminded them both that they were still standing, exposed, in the middle of McKinley High.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Sebastian said, shifting to support Kurt again as they picked up their pace.
(IDK HOW THIS BECAME KURTBASTIAN. OH GOD I JUST REALISED THIS IS THE FIRST KURTBASTIAN I’VE EVER WRITTEN AND IT’S ZOMBIE SURVIVAL, WHAT, EVEN.
Also I don’t actually know what Daemons are… sooo… sorry?)
“Kids, I’m going to tell you an incredible story. Back when I was in college in New York living with your Aunt Rachel and Uncle Finn…”
Kurtbastian Week: Crossover/AU
Reblog if ‘A Change In The Weather’ is ruining your life
Kurtbastian Ficlet: Normal Like You
I completely blame this one that 30 Rock episode that talked about ‘normalling’. This may also be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. I feel a bit dirty.
Sebastian’s seduction of Kurt takes an unexpected new form.
Holy crap, this is actually the sweetest thing ever. :/
Kurt went to visit the warblers instead of Blaine
OMG ALL THE KURTBASTIAN FEEEEELLLINNNNGGGGSSSSS <3
SEX ON A STICK AND SINGS LIKE AN ANGEL!!!!
Awww hell. This is just beautiful and wonderful and there’s so much smut and it’s just amazing. But more than that my chest is giving me squiggly feelings because it’s all so familiar to me and it’s something I haven’t felt in years and just blah, my feelings~ Gonna start crying stupid sappy perfect fic.
“Because last Valentine’s Day I was sitting in a hot air balloon with him and all I could think about was how I’d rather be home on the couch eating Chinese food with you, pretending not to notice when you stole my wontons.”
Kurt sighed, and then finally found the energy to move enough to lie down. “You wouldn’t know; you’ve never been in love,” he pointed out, searching for a pillow to tuck under his head.
By the time he had found one, Sebastian was lying on his side, watching Kurt curiously. “That’s not true,” he said simply.
Kurt frowned, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. “Uh, it was true last month when we were talking about Paris.”
Sebastian turned until he was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling. “I’m not even sure it was true then,” he admitted.
The sleepy part of Kurt’s brain seemed to wake up then, and he propped himself up on an elbow. “I thought you traded your heart in for steel-capped boots years ago,” he said.
It was dark, now, with only the lights of the streetlamps outside to see by. Sebastian’s face was painted in shadows, but Kurt could still see his mouth curl into a small smile. “I just pawned it,” he explained. “Got it back for more than it was worth eventually.”
Kurt felt a little sick, and blamed it on the junk food. He turned so that he wasn’t so obviously facing Sebastian, and made himself concentrate on the sound of Rachel’s soft snoring instead of the beating of his own heart. “Why are you still single?” he whispered, wondering how Blaine could possibly resist that opportunity.
Sebastian was silent for several long moments before he said: “He’s sort of… emotionally taken,” he answered, and then turned his head to look at Kurt.
Kurt saw his eyes glint in the dim light from the window, and replied: “He must be an idiot.”
Sebastian’s smile widened, but looked sad somehow. “Biggest idiot I’ve ever met,” he stated, as if it was an accusation.