Inspired by "Somewhere Only We Know"
The high pitched squeals of the three brunette topped children filled the house, footsteps chased each other out onto the porch, into the watching eyes of their grandfathers. The youngest, Kim, picked herself up from the porch floor boards and stretched her arms up to be placed on Blaine's lap, he did so willingly. Blaine and Kurt adored their grandchildren, and every time their daughter Kate went away, the kids knew the party had started.
They spent every moment of their waking lives on those weekends spoiling their grandchildren, and they loved it. They loved them. They were still too young to notice the teasing, the judgement, the disgust of the people on the streets. Those people that saw two grey haired men, holding hands with their three grandchildren. Society still disgusted them. And it would be these beautiful children, in only a matter of years that would finally understand why people talked badly about their grand fathers.
Kim, the eldest, seemed to have been thinking the same things. Her chocolate eyes looked up to Blaine, then to Kurt, a question forming in her eyes. "Grandpa, why don't you hold hands with a woman? Like Pa does with Nan?" Her eyes searched for understanding in the laced fingers of the aged men. Rachel and David looked up from where they were sitting on the floor with those same piercing, questioning dark eyes. "Tell us a story?" Rachel asked.
"Well you see…" Kurt struggled to find the words to begin this story. "In your life, there is a moment when you realise who you love. Maybe it's not who your mummy wants you to love, maybe your school teacher don't want it either, but love is the most powerful thing in the world." Kurt started, looking at Blaine to help him continue.
"When I met Grandpa Kurt, we both knew that we weren't like the other boys, we didn't really care what they said about us either, we knew who we wanted to marry one day, and we were just lucky enough to find each other. We fell in love, got married, had children, and somehow managed up with you 3 monsters every few weekends." Blaine flashed his still dapper smile at Kurt, squeezing his hand, a reminder that after all these years he still loved him as much as he did that very first day.
"And somewhere over those years, we've learnt that it's okay that not everybody likes us holding hands, and we remember that we have each other, and that's all that's ever going to matter. We've been on so many adventures. Remember the stories we told you about New York? And London? And Australia? And now we have you three, and Grandpa Blaine and I love you all very much, you know that right?"
The three brunette children looked up at the pair of them with smiling faces, "we love you too Grandpa Blaine and Grandpa Kurt."
Blaine and Kurt sat on their porch swing, three children on the floor, and watched them play Go! Fish for the rest of the afternoon. Their fingers remained intertwined, but they did not speak, there was no need to after 55 years together. They knew each other better than the back of their own hands.
If ever there was a match for the ages, it was them. They had defied everything, taken every possible challenge and flattened it in defeat. Right from the moment they had met, they had been on that path.