Hey guys! I thought I'd try my hand at writing a Glee fanfiction! This is just a Klory drabble, so I hope it doesn't suck too badly c:
It was just another day at Warm Hearts Orphanage. There were kids running around, playing with each other. Well, save for one little boy. Rory watched all of his peers playing. The little boy's lip quivered as he whimpered softly. He wanted so badly to play with all the others. No one wanted to approach him, though. His hair was in his eyes all the time, making him resemble a sheep dog. His clothes were, for the most part, in tatters. Rory was like a pig pen.
Rory gently hugged a fluffy dog plush. He let himself gently weep. If only he wasn't so shy. If only he had better clothing. All he wanted was to feel wanted. His family gave him up. No one would talk to him.
"At least you love me Damian..." he muttered, smiling. The little stuffed dog in his arms was the only thing in the world he felt actually loved him; that is, until a miracle happened that day.
"Rory?" he heard a voice ask. Looking up, Rory saw the young lady in charge of babysitting all the children. He quickly dried the tears that had been falling and gave her the biggest smile he could muster up. She knelt down to be eye-level with him.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nuthin..." he quietly answered. She ruffled his hair.
"Really? Well, I have some excellent news. There is nice couple here looking to adopt a child. Would you like to meet them?" she offered. Rory shook his head. He knew they wouldn't be interested in him. No one ever was. It would just be a waste of time.
"You sure, buddy?". Rory nodded. The lady stood up, walking away. Rory watched her walk off. A huge wave of emotion stabbed though his chest with immense pain. No one was around. He couldn't help it: Rory started crying his little eyes out. The sobs kept getting louder as more tears flowed. He hugged Damian, trying to seek some kind of comfort. Nothing could stop him, though. This was the first time in a while he had just broken down.
"Hey, are you okay?" a man asked. Rory ignored him. The young man knelt down, just as the lady had earlier. He prodded the little boy a little. Rory looked at him. The man gave him a smile.
"That's better. Let's approach this differently, hm? I'm Blaine. You are...Rory, right?" Blaine asked. Rory bit his lip a bit.
"Yeah...h-how did you know my name?" he asked. Blaine chuckled.
"I'm just magical like that. I can see into the minds of adorable children," he explained. Rory giggled. "So how old are you?" Blaine asked.
"I'm three...and a half!" the boy exclaimed, a smile on his face. Blaine reached out to his face, wiping the tears away.
"Really? I thought for sure you were six and a half, young man! You're quite the dapper boy. Almost as dapper as me...but maybe I can teach you my secrets," Blaine rambled on. Rory tilted his head.
"What?" he asked. What Blaine did next was unexpected: He scooped the boy and his stuffed toy into his arms. He headed for the door, swiftly.
"I'm adopting you, silly!" Rory zoned out for a few seconds. What was happening now was not real. It couldn't be real. This was the first time someone had wanted to actually even talk to him, let alone adopt him. Only in his dreams would a nice man like Blaine even consider him. Rory regathered his thoughts and giggled. This was actually happening.
Blaine finally stopped when they reached a room. Inside the room was another man with very nicely groomed brown hair and blue eyes. He was busy at work, signing several papers.
"Hey, Kurt, how's the paperwork coming along?" Blaine asked. Kurt sighed.
"I don't think my hand has ever been so overworked. Thank goodness I'm almost done, I think it might fall off." Blaine laughed. Rory tilted his head again, observing the man in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing here. Rory tugged the sleeve of Blaine's shirt. Blaine looked down at him.
"Who?" he asked, pointing at Kurt. Blaine laughed.
"That's Kurt. He and I are going to be your daddies," he explained. Rory looked back at Kurt. Kurt smiled. "Hello". Rory just stared. Blaine nudged him.
"Say hi!" he urged. Rory blushed, his shyness getting the best of him. Rory shyly waved at Kurt. The other man laughed, going back to the paper work. Rory hid his face against Blaine's chest.
Kurt had finished signing his name. He gave Blaine the papers to sign. In exchange, Kurt held Rory. The little boy was a bit scared. He wasn't used to so much social interaction at one time.
"When we get home, I'm going to have to give you a haircut. I can't even see what color your eyes are," Kurt muttered. Rory flinched a little as Kurt swept his bangs to the side. Their eyes locked at that moment. Rory blushed, swiftly hiding his face into Kurt's chest.
"Your eyes...they're beautiful, Rory! Such a pretty shade of blue..." the man muttered. Rory blushed even more. Finally Blaine finished signing his portion. He gave the paperwork to the young woman that recommended Rory to them. She happily took it, gave them what was left of Rory's belongings and sent them on their way.
"Wh-where we going?" Rory quietly asked.
"We're going home, sweetie," Kurt answered.
"Welcome to the family, Rory Hummel-Anderson," Blaine said. Rory smiled. Hugging Damian close, he finally found what he wanted. They had finally found a home.