Kurt Hummel Glee Novels & Stories

But looking at him now, Dean realized he had been wrong. Kurt wasn’t greedy for status; he was desperate to secure a safe future for his child. Dean bowed his head slightly. “You have my word. I intend to protect her, not hurt her.” Kurt studied Dean’s face for a long moment. Then, the tension left his shoulders. The cold look vanished, replaced by his usual bright, goofy smile. “Good! That is good!” Kurt clapped his hands together. “Now, about your disguise… it’s terrible. You look like a beggar, not a hunter.”

It deemed effective as everybody looked away in an instant. "Ah, fuck, we look like lunatics," he muttered, still giggling. He buried his face in his hands as he tried to hide all his glee from K. He felt the rush of blood to his neck, cheeks and the bridge of his nose. She reached for both his wrists and tried to uncover his face. "Let me see, I want to see how cute and stupid you look right now!" She blubbered, chuckling derisively at Jesse. Jesse finally removed his hands from his face when K screeched, her elbow toppling over what remains from his coffee all over the table. The brown liquid streamed from the surface and onto the edges, dripping all over their robes.

I have too much drama in my life. “Who even are you? I’ve never even seen you” Kurt smirks at me. “Kurt, please. Just back off. I’m sick of this. I’ll do all your homework. Just please piss off” I groan. “Homework?” Luke looks at me questioningly. “I used to do a bunch of their homework. Its not a big deal. Lets just go Luke. Please” I plea. “Crying to your side? Or is Daniel your side?” Kurt smirks. “I’ll just take a quick picture”

Kurt humble bragged. My mate was military? A Navy SEAL at that. I’ve read about them. They are special forces. He must have some impressive moves and skills then. Explains the stiff posture and all the muscles. And brothers? Lord help the world if they look like him. “Darren, meet André D’Amore Alpha Heir and the acting Incubi Alpha.” Kurt finished his introduction as he gestured to me. There was this tense moment. I could feel the electricity in the air. Electricity or sexual tension, maybe both. Either way, it was crackling in the air between Darren and me.

He used his fingers to gesture air quotes. "Why?" She deliberately plucked a chocolate from where it nestled in the box and popped it into her mouth. "Is there some reason he should be jealous?" Kurt unkinked himself from the doorjamb and ambled over to her desk. "There might be. Who is this guy, anyway? How come no one has ever met him? And where was he when you and I were doing the horizontal tango?" "He was there all the time," a deep voice boomed from behind him.

He was taken aback by her and noticed that she had her eyes closed; after a brief moment, Kurt closed his eyes as well and they both shared a passionate kiss. “A-Ahem!” Clyde and Katie said. That totally startled Annika and Kurt! The two of them suddenly stepped back from one another and Annika was flustered. “I-I uh... Kurt was just helping… me pack my things…“ “Y-Yeah! I was… when... A-Annika...” Kurt started to stutter. Clyde and Katie burst out laughing and then Katie said, “Caught in 4k!” “Oh, Kurt. For the third time. Get. A. Room. You. Two!” Clyde said as he was on the verge of crying from laughter.

"Stay with me, Dirk." Noticing her medical attire, Kurt exhaled in relief. He wouldn't want to mistakenly send someone to the Goddess when his purpose was to heal their mate. With a final glance in her direction, Kurt approached the bed. As he drew nearer, he assessed Dirk's condition. Dirk lay on the bed, his face pale and covered in sweat. Pain etched his brow, and Kurt's heart ached at the sight of their mate in such distress. Observing the steady rise and fall of Dirk's chest, Kurt knelt beside the bed, gently brushing aside the damp strands of hair obscuring Dirk's face. The sight of Dirk's beautiful features tugged at Kurt's heart. He delicately traced his fingers along Dirk's cheek, a

Kurt gave a small smile. “Since when did you take down notes?” Chris teased. “Stop teasing me. I’m doing it for you.” “Awe, that's so sweet.” The demon casually joined the conversation, Kurt's brows knitted. He never saw the man before. “Who are you, sir?" Kurt asked. He doesn't know why but he's not fond of the man who randomly popped in the scene. “I'm his cousin, Cole.” The demon smoothly lied again. “Cousin?” Kurt knows about Chris’ family, so he didn’t expect a relative to come.

Kurt hasn’t spoken to me since the night that we broke him out of the hospital. Won’t answer my calls or texts and he has nothing to say through the wolves that are helping us. Oddly enough, he and Caleb have some kind of odd relationship going. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, since their interactions are a little too aggressive and waspish to be friendly. But Kurt seems to have made Caleb his person. Not just to find out about werewolves, but also to bring with him when he talks to the police, the insurance adjuster, his boss, and even Mickey.

Pain she could ignore. The moment, KuLaa's body hit the ground, she groaned and then quickly grabbed Kurt's head with her two hands. Because Kurt was a Supreme Alpha, KuLaa's hypnotic spell could only hold him for a few seconds. That few seconds was all KuLaa needed. Her eyes turned purple and focused intently into Kurt's eyes.