I teased about something involving Rory a little while ago on my tumblr, and now I can finally present it to you! I am totally on board with the whole 'Rory is Klaine's son from the future' stuff, but I decided to put a little spin on my own verison. This story is AU, set in the future. Rory is 15, Kurt is 28, and Blaine is 27. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Glee. All rights belong to Fox.

On the count of four, Rory would open his eyes.

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He didn't open them, because Rory didn't want too.

He knew where he was. He was riding the subway, his pale, slender hand gripping the pole next to him for support anytime the subway lurched to a stop. The noise from other passengers and the subway screeching along the tracks had become a humming tone in his ears. There was a slight chill to the air due to the air condition that underground train provided, and that chill pricked its way through Rory's thin jacket. But this was a feeling he was used to everyday, as every day, he rode to the subway to and from school.

If Rory was to open his eyes, he would notice the familiar faces he saw every day. There was the lady who was always knitting, or the business man with the dark purple blue tooth. Many other faces he would recognize, such as the lawyer who suitcase was always bursting with one too many papers or the young musician with the violin always glued at his side.

And every day, there were new faces in the mix.

Okay, on the count of four, Rory would open his eyes.

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This time, he willed himself to open his heavy eyes. His blue orbs seemed to shine, but upon further inspection, anybody could see the light was gone from his eyes. But like every day, nobody would notice.

Today, however, was different.

Blaine Anderson was at a point in his life where he felt like it could be filled with more.

He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't happy. He was twenty seven, three years out of college. Two years, he had finally tied the knot with his soul mate, Kurt Hummel. They were officially Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson, and were overjoyed that they could now forever be tied to each other.

However, eight months ago, Kurt asked Blaine for something.

He wanted to be a child.

Blaine didn't know how to reply to that. How was he supposed to give Kurt what he desired the most? They were both just getting started with their careers (Kurt as music teacher for elementary school students, and Blaine as successful teacher at high school a couple towns over), and had never even considered children. Well, Blaine hadn't considered children.

Maybe it's because he had never really considered him to be a father figure. Yes, he did love little children, but he couldn't put himself in a fatherly position with them. Maybe a babysitter type role, but not a father.

Kurt wanted Blaine to agree to adopt a child. But Blaine, as much as he wanted to give Kurt what he so wanted, couldn't until he felt the same way as Kurt. Suspecting this to happen, Kurt pulled a trick out from his sleeve. Dragging Blaine down to a local daycare, Kurt made Blaine sit down and play with the children. Within an hour, Blaine was bonding with every toddler in the room. At the end of their little day visit, Blaine pulled Kurt outside, kissed his husband, and said they needed to start looking at children right away, because god damn it, they were ready to be fathers.

Getting clearance to even be considered to candidates for adoption was a long process. But finally, only two months ago, Kurt and Blaine finally were allowed to begin to find their child.

But they still hadn't found one, and this reason alone was beginning to fray at the fabrics of their relationship.

The arguments started over whether they wanted a boy, a girl, two children, one child, etc. When they decided they wanted it both, they began to argue over names. Blaine liked the names James, Kurt hated it, and after throwing around several more names, one would throw their book of baby names across the room and storm away to another room.

They decided to let nature take its course. So they started visiting foster homes in Ohio, but all they children they saw…they didn't feel like they could be their child.

About a week ago, as the couple was gearing up to go to yet another foster home; Blaine had received a phone call that his older brother, Cooper, had been in a car accident. It was major, but Cooper had ended up with a broken leg and a pair of crutches. With his wife, Elaine, out of town on a business trip, Cooper needed someone to come look after him and help him until Elaine was able to come home. With school starting up in less than a month, Kurt was too busy getting everything ready for the new academic year; Blaine had flown out to New York to take care of his older brother.

So here Blaine was, in New York.

Holding the back of takeout Chinese food in his hand, Blaine waited for the subway doors to open. After several failed attempts to catch a taxi, and feeling too lazy to walk all the way back to Cooper's apartment, the man had decided to take the subway.

Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, Blaine stepped through the open doors. He spotted an open seat, and took it right away before it could be snatched from him. Setting the bag of food at his feet, Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

One New Text Message his screen flashed.

Opening his phone, a soft smile came onto Blaine's face as saw the message was from Kurt.

From: Kurt, My Hubby :)

Got a call from Elaine today. She's coming home tomorrow, so you can finally come back home to me. Miss you baby!

XOXO Kurt

The smile on his face growing wider, Blaine quickly texted back to Kurt, saying he couldn't wait to finally see him again too. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Blaine sighed happily to himself.

Looking around the subway, Blaine took in the great wonders of New York folks. All unique and different, just like every New York movie and song promoted. He could never get tired of the great city.

But one person caught his eye.

It was a teenage boy. He had brown hair that was extremely messy. It was sticking up all over the place, like somebody had scuffed it up for him. His skin was a pale shade, and Blaine could see how frail he looked. He had dark circles under closed eyes, indicating a lack of sleep. His sweatshirt was a faded green from being washed so many times, and the material was worn down to a point that with one poke, it would fall apart at the seams. His black jeans seemed to be falling off his hips, and his sneakers had holes in them. His closed eyes made Blaine think he was trying to transport himself away from this world and to another. Blaine's eyes wandered up his hand, where the bones were screaming at him from under the boy's skin.

It made Blaine's heart ache to see such a young lad in ill-looking state.

Then, the boy's eyes opened.

And Blaine had to bit his cheeks from to stop himself from gasping.

The boy seemed…dead. His eyes were a shade of blue, but no life could be seen in them.

Suddenly, the boy locked eyes with Blaine.

And then it hit Blaine.

All those months of searching foster homes, Blaine and Kurt couldn't pick a child because none of the children felt right to them. Yes, they were all cute, but they didn't feel a connection with them. But now, looking at this boy, Blaine felt that connection. That, that connection that he was feeling was the right one.

The subway lurched to a stop. The boy bent down, collecting a beat down backpack at his feet. Despite the fact that his stop wasn't yet, Blaine gathering his own belongings and exited the train. Following the bobbing head of the boy, Blaine followed him all the way out to the open streets of New York.

"Hey kid!" Blaine shouted as he jogged to catch up with the boy.

To his surprise, the boy stopped and turned around.

"Um, I was just on the subway," Blaine began, realizing how creepy he was suddenly coming off, "And I noticed you didn't look that way. You okay?"

The boy raised an eyebrow at him, causing Blaine to gulp.

"I'm peachy," The boy replied, a thick Irish accent coming out.

"You want me to call a taxi for you or something? You seem like you need help."

"I don't need help!" The boy snapped, "Want to know what I need? I need a better school where there ain't any bullies who pick on me, or perhaps a family to come along and finally take me out of my miserable foster home. Screw off, pedo."

Shooting Blaine a nasty glance, the boy spun sharply on his heel and fled, disappearing around a corner.

Blaine didn't waste a second. Reaching into his pocket, he hit speed dial, and placed the phone to his ear.

"Kurt? I'm not coming home tomorrow, but you need to come out here to New York? No, Cooper is fine. But Kurt, I just found out son."

So, what do you think? Sound off with a review and let me know if you want me to continue or not. It would mean a lot to me :)

Lots of love,

HalfmyHeart2

me tomorrow, but you need to come out here to New York? No, Cooper is fine. But Kurt, I just found out son."