Mr Blaine
Chapter 1
I got the inspiration for this from tumblr and randomly started writing. I hope you like it :)
For the phone part, Kurt is normal text, Blaine is bold and Blaine's thoughts are in italics.
I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
I look up. A man is standing at my desk, his hand protectively on a little boy's shoulder.
"Hi, Mr… Anderson?" I nod. The boy is Ben, the new boy in my class.
"My name is Kurt Hummel. This is my… nephew, Ben; I believe he's in your class?"
I hesitate. Kurt is taller than me, slighter, with stylish brown hair and a gentle gaze and relaxed stance that immediately seems non-threatening and kind.
"Yes, he is." I look kindly at the boy, remembering his shy nature in class. "How can I help?"
Kurt's POV
"Daddy?" He breaks my chain of thought. Of the teacher. The muscular arms. The sweet face with sparkling eyes that gazed up at me from under the gently tousled dark curls. The grin, the absentminded tilt of his head when I said his name.
"Yes honey?" The boy jumps into my arms and I hold him close. "What's wrong?"
"Daddy, why did you tell Mr Blaine I was your nephew?" I redden slightly.
"Mr Blaine? I thought he was Mr Anderson?"
"Yes, he is." My son lisps slightly, "But he says we can call him Mr Blaine."
I grin at Ben. "Why does he say that?"
"He says his name is too long to say."
Bless 'Mr Blaine'. How sweet. I tickle his tummy, making him squirm around and giggle. I love the sound of Ben's giggle. It's cute and high pitched and goes on for ages. I would listen to it all day if I could.
"Right little man." I say, poking his tummy gently. "Beddy time."
"No!" he protests, scowling slightly.
"Don't do that, you'll get frown lines." I look at my son, who promptly scowls some more until I pick him up and carry him to his room in a fireman's lift.
Mr Blaine's POV
I sit, staring blankly at the TV. A show that I love is on, but I can't get into it. I keep thinking about him. Ben's uncle. But it's ridiculous, I bet he's got a girlfriend. Or a wife. Called… I don't know, Stephanie. I hate that woman, coming between me and Kurt.
Wait no. Back to reality. Kurt is not gay. He has a nephew called Ben. In my class. Therefore I cannot fantasise about him or him having a random imaginary wife. He's too young to have a wife. Surely?
Kurt's POV
I carry Ben into his bedroom and plonk him down gently on his bed. He scrambles to the floor and hurries to fetch the book that he always wants me to read before bed. He passes it to me and dives under the covers. He pulls the duvet over his nose so only his eyes are showing. They peer up at me, waiting for me to start reading. I sit on a stool by the end of his bed and start reading.
"Daddy," he whines, "You have to do the voices!" It makes me laugh. He pulls his puppy dog face. I can't resist it.
"One day, a little girl named Goldilocks…"
Mr Blaine POV
A few days later
"Hello, is that Mr Hummel?"
"Uh, yes, who's calling please?"
"It's Mr Anderson."
"Oh, Mr Blaine!"
So Ben told him about Mr Blaine. Oh dear. I sink slightly, then stand myself back up, feeling myself blushing. I can imagine my brother walking past and yelling, 'Makes you go weak at the knees does he?' Ugh. My brother, the marmite boy, you love him. Or you hate him. Luckily for him, I like marmite.
"Mr Blaine…? Are you still there?"
"Oh, uh, yeah sorry… Line… Broke up… For a second there."
God… that sounded lame. I can imagine Stephanie at the other end of the line mouthing words to him 'Who is it?' and him answering 'Ben's teacher, the weird one I was telling you about. I don't know why he's calling, he's only my nephew, for god's sake…' Ugh. I feel slightly idiotic. Well, very...
"Mr Blaine?"
Is he going to keep calling me that?
"Yes, that would be me." I say, hoping the tone sounds jovial, when I just want to sink through the floor and pretend the phone call never happened.
"I was just calling you about Ben."
"Oh! Did something happen? Is he ok?"
"He's fine, don't worry." I reassure him. "It's just that I, I mean, we, as in the school, um… With new students, we like to have the parent or guardian to have a teacher conference to see how they're settling in. I only have your contact details, so if you would like to tell Ben's parents, or come yourself…"
Blaine! What are you doing? You're a gibbering wreck! You're always so cool, calm, collected. Chill. Talk normally. I steady my breathing. I have no idea why I'm so nervous…
"Is tomorrow evening ok?"
"Perfect."
"Ok, thank you, Mr Blaine. I will see you then."
The phone clicks and then all I can hear is static. I sigh and place the phone back on its holder. That did not go well. I wish I hadn't told the children to call me Mr Blaine now…
