Summary: Inspired by this post by adiostoreadors. Sam is a fanboy. Kurt is a hero. Sapiness ensues.
Rating: PG
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans, Passing Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman
Note: Cause he said I should.
Summary: Kurt Hummel was a good friend. He deserved his dues.
Rating: PG
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Glee.
Note: This is written to give some justice to the young man. Because as much as the Rachel fans complain, no one has taken more crap then this young man in the show. Not even Puck.
Summary: In the complicated struggle between major powers, pieces often get lost in the shuffle. Yet when you’ve got the son of a Counselor, an arms dealer, and a handful of marines and hired guns, nothing ever goes smooth.
Universe: Glee/ Sci-Fi au.
Characters: Mike Change, Quinn Fabray, Sebastian Smythe. Adding more as time progresses.
Notes: This is really just a drabble, an idea for an RP or a fic that I’ve toyed around with for a while. It’s designed to be long-term…so we’ll see.
Midnight Smoke: Future Kurtbasian Drabble, Second Chances storyline.
Rating: T
Warnings: Strong language
Summary: Sebastian Smythe always considered himself a lone wolf. But coming into a club one night, he ran into Kurt Hummel. And the brunette never ended up leaving. And Seb can’t figure out how that happened. Or why he doesn’t mind.
Something that came to mind….
Summary: Kurt’s eyes were wide. His breath was coming in gasps as he leaned against the side of the wall in the alley, still unable to believe what he had seen.
The Sebastian Smythe Affair: A Kurtbastian AU
Rating: T, possibly M later
Warnings: Language, Sex, Adaptation of the film The Thomas Crown Affair (1999)
Summary: Sebastian Smythe is wealthy, successful, and bored. And when a priceless piece of art goes missing, he ends up dealing with Kurt Hummel, insurance bounty hunter and patron of the arts himself, leading to a tango of two defensive, successful personalities.
#kurtbastian #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #fanfiction #fic #jay writes #tssa
NSFW Warning.
Blaine Anderson x Nick Duval
For Kenie. Happy Birthday Dahling.
They came from the South, following the Rocky Mountains up from the lands of Spanish and passion. When they came, few believed they were anything special. They ignored the reports from Latin America as politics. Their armies were nothing after all. Whole cities were gone in the blink of an eye, the things ravaging their way through the populace, surging through even the most violent counter with unstoppable forces.
The worst part was that they ate what they killed. If it had a pulse, it was fair game. And what was left was sewn into their garments or reanimated into some abominative new form of weapons. Weapons that seemed to defy all laws of nature and routed the government at every turn. The official forces fell back, locking the down the East Coast. Hurried walls were built to bulwark the administrative center of the people and the government.
If you were outside, you were just shit out of luck.
But rumor flew of towns that were protected, wrapped in shields of ethereal white and yellow. The Sacreds. These boroughs offered protection for those who walked the Wastes of the central United States. They were rare. Places where things possessed somewhat normally and people still lived, unchanged and uneaten. And from these, there came the Outriders. Men and women who kept the supply lines open, braving the Wastes to make sure these communities survived.
When the assault was young, the citizens of Lima moved to protect their town and their lives. Many of the young men joined the Ohio National Guard, moving to Fort Wayne to arm themselves and prepare for combat in the defense of the state. Others stayed behind, working to barricade their town and secure supplies for the oncoming assault. But then the walls went up, and they were left alone.
The first creatures rushed the city, only to be repelled as the Sacred snapped into place, white-gold veils wrapping around a better part of the populous. The residents were in awe as the Mystics revealed themselves, their turbine humming and generating not only the shield, but also enough power to keep the city glowing. And the frontier days of the city began again.
Now, a year later, Fort Wayne has fallen, the military taking refuge in Lima, but with a much smaller force and a large amount of ire from the town’s populace, even if some of their sons had returned. The civilians are wary and the home grown militia and privateers are downright distrustful of the soldiers.
Possible Character Histories originally designed as a 4x4:
Kurt Hummel – 19 – Allegiance: Lima
He remembers when the news said dark days were ahead. He remembers hugging Carole when her son went off to fight, looking scared but certain. He remembers when the Sacred went up, when everything changed. And he remembered his Father standing up for him when people said he was useless. It hurt. That macho, masculine idiocy that flooded that town and made him somehow useless. It hurt. So he trained. He might have been a fashionista, but he was still Burt Hummel’s son. And he knew how to handle a rifle. He took the old Land Rover, his father’s Remington, and Quinn out to Rimer one day. No one expected him to even come back, let alone with supplies. He and his father and Carole moved into their repair shop, fortifying it into their own little sanctuary.
Quinn Fabray – 19 – Allegiance: Lima
When They came, they took her Father first. He was on business in Arizona. He never stood a chance. It had been tough, losing her daddy, her rock. And then the other man in her life left. Noah went to Fort Wayne, leaving everything behind in some quest for masculinity and honor. And then she lost the last little bit when her mother was attacked while outside the Sacred, her guards distracted and inattentive. And by that time, she had no more tears. She cut her hair short and abandoned her family home, taking only her Mother’s engagement ring on a gold chain and her father’s SPAS-12. She moved in with her closest friend and her partner for wandering the wastes, Kurt.
Noah Puckerman -20 – Allegiance: Military
Puck was a big shot. He was a man’s man. He ran McKinley. Star running back. Handsome bad boy. Best friend of the quarterback and had standing invitations to many cheerleader’s beds. Things like that seemed to collapse in the wake of the assault. But it gave him something new. When the guys started talking about going to Fort Wayne, of joining the Ohio Guard, he started boasting. He was going to march out to battle and come back with a chest full of medals, hopefully enough to impress the girl he never could. So he shipped off. Three months in, he lost his bravado: real blood was much scarier, much more red. And now he’s back in Lima, no longer the big man, but a pariah and on the end of spiteful words and angry glares.
Sam Evans – 19 – Allegiance: Military
Sam had only been at McKinley a year before he graduated, before the whole terrible thing started. He had been an average student, an average wide receiver, an average head of shaggy blonde hair in the crowd. He had flown low, keeping his friendships with Puck and Finn at the forefront and hiding his fears, his insecurities, and his sidelong glances at the cheerleading boys. But he could not cause trouble. Not when his parents had given so much, and continued to even when they scraped to get by. So he went with Puck and marched to Fort Wayne for his family and for their comfort. He marched back when it came time, hoping to return to being average in a world where nothing was anymore.
Finn Hudson – 20 – Allegiance: Military
Quarterback. Captain of the football team. The hot commodity around town. Puck was the bad boy, he was his good boy wingman. He had his girlfriend after all. He liked it. It was just the motions though. It was not hard to live in that kind of wake. He coasted. He knew it. He did not mind it though. It changed, when They came. The wave swept him away from comfort, away from his mom and step-family, and up to Fort Wayne. He watched as the Wall was built, as he got a two word letter: “We’re Through,” and as the regular army fell away and as his own Ohio Guard was slowly beaten back. But he survived. He came home, back into Lima, back to his family. Even if his step-brother cannot stand to be in the same room as him.
Rachel Berry – 18 – Allegiance: Civilian
Gifted. That had followed her through her life. Gifted. And Talented. She was smart. Even skipped a year. Rachel Berry was bound for stardom, even if these kids that teased her knew no better. Their coming changed everything though. Suddenly, college and New York were too far away. The Wall was up, the Sacred had flared, and she was in the middle of hostile lands. They even got one of her dads. She and her living father, a doctor, pushed on, working to keep their heads held high. She started working for her father, carrying supplies, changing dressings, and singing a song throughout the ward, even when it made her two favorite wanderers a bit angry. And when the soldiers came back, she was grateful for new faces, even if they were more potential patients for her to care for.
Heels clicked loudly on the empty concrete walls. Heels that could only mean one person was arriving. His other clients never seemed to wear heels when they came here. Not with this distinct of a sound. They were stilettos, about three inches, and with a distinctive, long legged gait.
Sebastian Smythe grinned and stood. Kurt Hummel had come to his little place of business for the filth and filthy rich.
To say that Kurt was wealthy was an understatement. The phrase was born with a silver spoon. Kurt’s had been platinum. The man owned more than anyone ever should, wielded more influence that was necessary, had more money than God. And was perpetually bored by it all.
Which meant good business for Sebastian’s less reputable ventures.
“Bored with your latest toy already?” Sebastian said with a laugh as Kurt breezed into the room. The brunette arched an eyebrow at his friend, shaking his head slowly. Sebastian Smythe was one of his oldest associates. He was so close, Kurt hat little trouble turning a former competitor’s son, an attempted bribe, over to him as a pet. Blaine was far too weak to have survived Kurt’s taste anyway. Clear eyes glittered with amusement.
“Really, you keep catching me these little twinks. I need someone I can truly bend to my will, but who won’t break,” Kurt replied airily, a smirk on his lips. While the little Irish boy had been…amusing, he had been little more than a diversion. “I need substance Sebby,” the brunette murmured, just a light edge to his voice. His friend took the hint.
“You’re in luck,” Sebastian said, raising his hand and snapping. The lights in two rooms below the solid glass office snapped on and the occupants blinked blearily up. The business man led his friend to the overlook, motioning grandly. “These two came in today. Fools applied to some testing scheme we’re running in some blue collar cities. Perfect physical health. Ran a gambit of tests on them before drugging the hell out of them.” He felt Kurt smirk. He was interested. “The blonde is Southern. Sweet it seems like. Devoted perhaps? Raising money to help his family. Awww, so sweet.” Sebastian snickered, shaking his head. “Now, this thing with the…well…the Mohawk. He’s more…rough. Criminal background, rough no-nonsense kind of uneducated lout. Rather fiery this one.” Sebastian stepped back, snapping again.
Kurt looked with mild interest as Blaine scurried out, handing his new master an iPad, glancing at the clear eyed man, before scampering off. A single elegant brunette eyebrow arched. Sebastian just grinned.
“Vitals on both. They both tried to fight off the guards. Managed to hurt a few as well. They’ve got some fight in them. We’ve had to design some more advanced collars for them,” Sebastian said lightly. He smirked at the flash in Kurt’s eyes.
“Package them both up. I’ll have Santana bring the aircraft around,” Kurt murmured, a distracted note to his voice. He was intrigued. And more than a little aroused. Yes. These two would do nicely. “Payment by the usual channels?” He smiled at the nod. “Good. And do find me someone for Santana soon? I’ve had to replace my cleaning staff again.” Sebastian laughed as Kurt watched the two men below them be wrestled to the floor. Clear eyes flashed brightly. “What are their names?” he asked.
“Samuel Evans and Noah Puckerman,” Sebastian replied. Kurt just grinned darkly. New toys were always so fun.
