A/N: This is something that I kind of typed instead of doing homework which I really should be doing =s…. but oh well. Let me know what you think. But be nice. It is set right after Blaine's 'It's Not Right But It's Okay' song after he storms out, btw and I haven't been keeping up with season 4 so if Klaine broke up or something I don't want to know. Enjoy and sorry if it sucks.
I don't own Glee(if I did Rory would be in very single episode)
Blaine was simple furious. He didn't care about the mutterings he got as he stormed out of the choir room. All that was on his mind was the pain, anger and hypocrisy of it all. The pain and anger were obvious in the song. He had laid out those emotions flatly; there was no doubt about it. The hypocrisy, though, came from him. Could he get anger over this when he had been texting Sebastian for a time period? Was he just overreacting because someone was trying to steal Kurt away just like NYADA would? He wasn't sure if he wanted the answers anymore.
He was so consumed by his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice his name being called in the thick accent of the shy Rory Flanagan. The red and white hallways were emptying out and Rory was looking at him with concern. Blaine thought it was possible the boy was seeing smoke coming from his ears. He stopped short as Rory slung his messenger bag over his red button-up shirt and caught his breath.
"Rory, I don't have time right now." He started to turn on his heels but caught a glimpse of the shrunk back and hurt look on the Irish born face.
"Right, sorry, I just wanted to ask you a quick question." Blaine, out of the corner of his hazel eyes, raised any eyebrow and heaved a sigh, but the young one who was begin unusually straightforward continued.
"Is the room spinning to anyone else or could it just be me?" As if on cue he fell and fell fast. Only to stop when his head hit the tile with a soft and almost dull thud. It shocked Blaine as he turned his almost full attention to Rory. He seemed paler than before and to think of it his voice had been shaking slightly along with the rest of him. He thought back to Rory in the past few weeks, trying to find anything out of the norm. But was Rory really ever in the norm? That was a question for another time. The few things that come to mind are his breaking up (well more like getting dumped by Sugar), a few whispered conversations with Joe, and the most alarming was at Dalton. Blaine was headed there to wish Trent a happy birthday when he saw something that made him want to punch Sebastian in his smug little face. Rory and said smug face were talking seriously and as if they were old some- things (friends? Rory didn't look like he was talking with an old pal) about matters unknown to any but them, with Sebastian lounging on a coach and Rory standing until Sebastian wrapped his arms around Rory's thin waist and pulled him down. Rory had gotten quickly and did not look pleased. Something in the former Warbler told him that no one touches his Rory and that it wasn't the first time he had. That one thought scared Blaine into ignored the situation like he had chosen to ignore Sebastian's actions towards his most-often silent friend.
Blaine knelt down as Joe and Kurt ran through the now empty and darkened hall. Kurt had most likely followed Blaine out of the choir, which was expected, but Joe was odd. He barely talked the resident Teen Jesus but he seemed to make Quinn happier and stronger, so that was fine with Blaine. Joe slid down to Rory's side muttering something to quietly to hear, the hazel eyes were frantic. But the glares he shot Kurt and Blaine were enough to tell he was anger at someone.
"Wake up, Rory. Please. Oh god this cannot be happening to him. Rory, please"
So much for that rumor, Blaine thought as Joe's voice broke his words and the rumor that he had never sinned before in his lifetime. Joe reached out and tapped his check gently but Rory was out for about a good ten minutes before coming to. Joe's
"Dad… Joe…" Rory brought a hand up to his head. His accent was thick but his words were clear. He had said 'Dad' with his blue eyes staring pleadingly at Blaine then to Joe as they fought to stay focused. Blaine's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, yet his mind faked a laugh and told him he was begin absurd. He went with the latter as Rory slowly shift to sit up with Joe's help. He was red with either embarrassment or pain. Joe's hand gripped his shoulder firmly the color was gone from his normally tan features.
"Rory, you're awake" The younger two hugged as the hallway seemed to breathe again. The two held the most relief in it as Kurt and Blaine glanced at each other with a slight smile before remembering he was angry. Joe shut his eyes tightly before inhaling the smell of clovers and slowly letting go Rory.
"We have to tell them," Joe's eyes fixed on Rory and his voice seemed to be repeating only what he had said before.
"But the butterfly effect… it could ruin their lives... I don't want them to feel forced to," Rory excuses only drove Joe's eyebrow up further and the them to even more confusion.
"I don't want to lose you! Do you hear me? They don't either. Trust me." His words rang out loud and true and gave those totally out of the conversation the impression that this was not the first time the only recently best friends had this kind of pep talk. Rory did have a little problem when it came to realizing his self-worth. Kurt and Blaine saw that in Glee club on a regular basis between declining many solos and insisting he that he shouldn't be in any of the main numbers. The two convinced him times that he could and should be doing solos to which he would smile like a child on Christmas Eve.
"Fine but how? I mean it is insane, you know." Kurt shifted from his squatting spot by Joe and Rory's green converses to stand by Blaine. His eyes shown with worry more than a mere friend's would.
"Do you know what they're talking about?" Kurt whispered, for he was completely lost.
Blaine could only shake his head as a response, which the oldest took as anger but in reality it was confusion. He some how found cold words to say though.
"Maybe you should ask Chandler?" Joe pulled Rory up only to have the slightly taller one stumble into the familiar cold metal as the fighting couple started to do just that fight. Joe slipped his arm around the red fabric as Rory's body shook and went weak. He was colder than when one should be with a heat beating faster than anyone's should. Joe gulped to find his throat dry. Worry for his future with Rory and Rory's had taken the blood flow, breath and salvia out of him. Rory's eyes fluttered closed and he flinched subconsciously.
"Will you two knock it off? I swear to God. It's like dealing with children who have missed their naps." Joe stared at the upperclassmen, the anger from before overcoming the worry. His voice was serious and demanding as if someone's life was on the line and Joe would have been proud but now was not the time to dwell on that emotion and pride must be dwelled on to be pride. The scolded fell silent with guilt, surprise, and then getting a glimpse of Rory's unsteady breathing worry. It made them wonder how much sophomore's tone was actually telling.
"What do we do?" Kurt wondered knowing from experience that the nurse was gone by this time.
"Take him some place to talk. Some place safe and quiet without a lot of any people." Joe knew the bullying schedules of McKinley from Rory. He knew that if they stayed in these empty witness-free halls much longer with Rory like this the hockey players would have a field day. That and he knew they needed time to explain and to be away from anyone that could overhear. That left Kurt and Rory's places out of the question but the offered place of Blaine's house, whose parent, that weren't around a lot to eavesdrop anyway, on a vacation to Peru.
"We can go to my house," The four headed toward Blaine's gray five-seater car slowly with the younger students in front and the older boys in back, following out of worry and confusion. The order switched as they got the car. Blaine slipped into the drivers seat and Joe helped Rory into the back along with himself. Kurt got in front and they drove in silence for a good five minutes. Rory and Joe had another silent, heated conversation. Rory's breathing returned to normal but he seemed tired and cold that left him wishing for thicker sleeves.
Blaine's family was to put it plainly rich. His house, home could never considered homely, was large and white. It rose to three stories and a security system that would make a federal bank jealous.
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Joe and Rory sat on the edge of a white sofa while Kurt and Blaine sat in chairs facing them. Silence was driving them all crazy and it could be told as the glanced at each other waiting for someone to speak so they won't have to be the first.
"What were we talking about?" Rory's tone was playful.
"Yes, Rors what on earth were we talking about? It seems so strange. And who?" Joe matched him. This was the side more seen of the two as they gave a short laugh.
"Are you guys going to answer your own question because I wouldn't ask us." Blaine's curiosity wanted to now the answers but saw how nerves the two actually were as they glanced at each other and both nod encouragingly.
"Well the thing is, Dads, I'm your son." Rory stated simple with a small smile and a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
The silence was worse the second time around. Blaine hand through his gelled hair and Kurt's mouth hung open slightly. Joe smiled and placed a hand on Rory's knee without taking his eyes off of the newly named parents.
"What?" Blaine cut through confusion with the only response he could come up with.
" That's insane!" The words finally escaped Kurt's throat as he shook his head, thinking if he did the sentence would disappear and another one would take its place in his mind as if it was Magic 8-ball.
"Told you," Rory turned to Joe and reminded them all of the conversation in the hall. This is what they had to tell, then…. WHAT? Blaine could not understand it. Was he from the future of something?
"Are you from the future or something?" Kurt was Blaine's other half so it didn't surprise him that he had the same thought.
"Rory and I are kind of stuck here until we can undo the damage caused by Sow" Joe lifted his foot in pain after Rory shot him a death glare.
"Really you're going to bring up Seb right now, really?"
"This is some joke right? Am I being punked or something?" Kurt stopped shaking his head and started avoiding eye contact. Blaine felt just as skeptical of it and way picking at the skin beside his thumbnail.
"But it's true." Rory's voice broke on the last word and his face showed fear. Joe squeezed Rory's knee, he knew the fear was fear of rejection.
"Rory how hard did you hit head?" Blaine laughed at the notion. It was absurd, but was it? It was. He decided with a light laugh but Rory didn't answer or smile. His pale face was saddened and serious to the point of ending Blaine's laugher.
"You adopted me six years ago today after my mother…. After she left too." Tears sprung for the ice blue eyes as for the first time said the truth about his mother. Kurt and Blaine had seen tears from Rory before he was homesick often and the two reminded him of home apparently. Joe wrapped a strong arm around Rory's shoulders and pulled him closer.
"I have proof." He reached into the darken jean pocket and pulled out a white business card. He tapped in a few times and then handed it over to Blaine. Kurt stopped his pacing and sat next to Blaine, who was on the edge of his seat when the silent tears fell. It was no business card but a slick screen with a play button.
"This is the day you asked him if he wanted to be your son." Joe stated with a sly smile like it was his doing. Blaine pressed the button dully. He thought it wouldn't prove anything but he soon was staring at the screen intensely. They saw a small room that must have been a study on some sort for an old professor. Two children sat on a brown leather coach that was placed front of dusty textbooks and an old faded globe. They looked roughly the same age, ten maybe. One had sharp features and a long brown hair, he was preached on the back of the coach facing the smaller one, who sat on the edge as if not to hurt the coach with his presences. He wore an old tatter pale orange jacket and dark jeans that made his brown hair lighter in front his blue eyes brighter. He listened to the other and replied quietly. Blaine and Kurt glanced at Joe and Rory who looked back at them.
"Joseph Evans! Get that hair out of your eyes this insist Mister." A bright voice scolded from behind the camera. It sounded like Mercedes but it couldn't be.
"Oh honey let the boy has his hair. We had the phase." A blond man came into the picture as he pushed his own short hair around. The man was strikingly similar to the boy currently frowning and Sam but it couldn't be. The quieter one snickered, as the other had to fix his hair.
"I know, Sam but that doesn't mean I can't see my son's beautiful eyes once in a while." The camera came close to the said son and a dark hand re-fixed the stands.
The blond sat down on coach as the camera was set on a desk and an African American woman in her earlier thirties maybe late twenties sat next to perhaps younger man.
"So Rory, sweetie, are you excited to meet with the Hummel-Andersons again." The man, who was called Sam, asked kindly. The one addressed shoulders pushed forward as to hide himself as he blushed and looked down. He started to play with the metal circle that held the leather down and nodded meekly. Kurt and Blaine caught each other's eye when that was said. The woman in the video continued just as sweetly as her husband.
"Do you think they'll adopt you this time, today?"
The boy didn't look up but shook his head. He felt eyes on him as he backed against the coach.
"Rory, why not?" Sam asked with disappointed and worried look in his eyes as he looked between his wife and the boy, who gave a weak shrug as a response.
"Well, honey, they'll be here soon." She stood and pulled Sam over for a silent conversation.
"You never know what will happen," The younger Joe watched his friend peel off the leather.
"Sure I do, I won't be good enough to be adopted." He answered in his Irish accent to calmly for Joe's liking so he grabbed the boy around the neck and hugged him close. He feared almost that if he let go Rory would leave before even giving himself a chance. So he held the smaller boy down on the coach so that Rory flanked by his legs and his hands clamped to his shoulders.
"Listen to me. Give yourself a chance." He whispered and the other nodded slowly.
With that two men walked into the frame going to Sam and the woman first, hugging them as if they were old friends.
"Mercedes," The taller one who bore kind pale blue eyes and slight smile made wrinkles hugged the woman.
"Kurt," She hugged back.
The other two hugged but not as tightly. The other man was shorter with a bright orange bowtie and light green sweater vest. He had caring features and dark black slick hair. After Mercedes and Kurt finished their hugged she hugged the other, calling his name as well.
"Blaine," At this the two watching the video glanced at each other again but turned back as the two older men turned to the boys sitting watching them. The men, called Blaine and Kurt, walked over to them saying a sweet hello to Joe and Rory. They stood back from them as Mercedes came next to her son and Sam grabbed a plain guitar from the corner.
"We wanted to sing a song for you with that's alright?" The Kurt on the screen asked, his voice was the exact same as Blaine heard from his boyfriend a few moments ago. Rory nodded shyly. He sat with his hands pushed together in between his legs. It struck couple watching the video unfold the only duet the Rory sitting in front of them had heard was Perfect by Pink and he was sitting the same way.
Sam started to strum and Kurt started to sing.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Duck my way out blood fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
He completed the steps to where what he hoped would be his future son and sat beside him.
Mistreated, misplace, misunderstood, miss no way it's all good
That didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing, underestimated,
Look I'm still around
Blaine's voice joined in and as he sang he stood in front of the boy and emphasized his words his small bouncing.
Pretty, Pretty please don't you ever ever fell like you're else than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever fell like you're nothing
You are perfect to me
With that Blaine knelt and tapped the boy's nose. Rory blushed and smiled. Most people told the opposite.
You're so mean, so mean, when you talk, when you talk, m'bout yourself
You were wrong,
Change the voices, change the voices, in your head, in your head
Make them like you instead
Joe nudged Rory, causing him to look up and then away with slight guilt
So complicated, look how big you'll make it, filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game, it's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, see you do the same
Ooooh oh
Blaine took a seat on the other side of Rory.
Pretty, Pretty please don't you ever ever fell like you're else than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever fell like you're nothing
You are perfect to me
He started his rap and lifted the ten year old onto his lap.
The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool and lime, and we try try try
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans; they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Rory was giggling a sweet giggle and smiling like this one song was the best thing on earth.
It made Blaine (the present Blaine) wonder what this little boy, whether he was Rory or not had gone through.
Pretty, Pretty please don't you ever ever fell like you're else than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever fell like you're nothing
You are perfect to me
Kurt and Blaine finished with a question.
"Will you, Rory Flanagan, become Rory Hummel-Anderson? Because you are perfect to us." He responded slowly be wrapping his arms around Blaine's necks. Blaine pulled his now son close and Kurt joined for a family hugged. Joe was smirking above them and his parents were smiling, standing together.
The video ended but the both kept staring at the card. They fought to accept this truth. They only looked up to see if the boys were really in front of them. They were. Blaine glanced at Kurt, who eyes were misty. Blaine's head filled with Rory's voice singing parts of 'Take Care of Yourself' and 'Blue Christmas', remembering how the boy had dictated both of them to his family, to Kurt and Blaine. Blaine's eyes misted as well.
"Rory" Kurt's voice broke and he pulled his son into a hug as Blaine did too. This was still so weird, but something had always told the older two it was right. They had been there to support and protect Rory from Santana and the jocks. Blaine knew it when he saw Sebastian flirt with Rory and Kurt when the red rubber made red spill from Rory's nose. 'No one touches their baby' Blaine thought as his mind finished accepting the strange and began to fill with question, some surprisingly to do with Sebastian.