AN: Back with a new story! Hop on over to my blog on tumblr (itspartofmyjealousy) to see what Sawyer and Andie look like in my mind. Also my idea for Blaine's look is how Darren's styled in the 'Already Home' music video by A Great Big World. Let me know what you guys think by hitting that review button! Hope you like it!
A hazel eyed woman with golden skin and brown shoulder length hair stood in the doorway, casting her eyes around the room when they landed on a group of women in their thirties gathered in a semicircle. The woman walked over, making her way through the crowd to see what the object of their attention was. She immediately bit her lip in a vain effort to hold back her laughter when she saw the familiar curly haired man with his back against the wall. He threw her a pleading look and she nodded her head.
"Hey, there you are," the woman stepped up to the man. "Sorry I'm late," she curled her arm around his bicep. "If you'll excuse us ladies."
The woman pulled him away to the opposite side of the corner, looking over her shoulder before returning her attention to the man. She had a huge grin on her face and began to laugh.
"Andie it's not funny!" He exclaimed.
"I beg to differ," she said in between breaths. "Blaine, I told you to wait outside for me. You know whenever we come to these events you're catnip to the cougars. It's that devastating smile and schoolboy charm."
"Just don't leave my side," Blaine ordered. "I can't handle that again."
"You have a date tonight, right?" She questioned placing her back against the wall. "Henry, the filmmaker."
"Yeah we've been seeing each other for a month now," Blaine affirmed.
"So, have you told him?" Andie wondered while picking at her nails.
"What makes you think I haven't told him?
"Have you?" She countered raising an eyebrow.
Blaine let out a prolonged deflated sigh while running his hand through his hair. "I'm not ashamed of telling people, really I'm not. It's just as soon as I do guys go running."
"I get it Blaine, you know I do. It's just I think full disclosure is usually the best way to go in our unique situation," Andie stated. "Come on, let's go find our seats," she crooked her to the side.
Kurt Hummel sat on a bench in Central Park taking in the beautiful day that surrounded him. it was unseasonably warm for the beginning of May but he didn't mind. He was just glad to finally have a day off from work and wasn't rushing around to get things done. Kurt began to scroll absentmindedly through his Facebook news feed when it auto-refreshed and a top story among his friends popped up.
Quinn Fabray Puckerman: Noah and I are so happy to announce that we're expecting a baby! #10weekspregnant
Attached to the status was a photo of Quinn and Puck holding up three positive pregnancy tests which made Kurt pinch the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath and immediately begins to dial his friend's number.
"Hello?" Mercedes' voice chimed through the phone.
"As my best friend you wouldn't lie to me, right?" Kurt interrogated.
"I'm fine Kurt, thanks for asking," Mercedes joked practically hearing Kurt's eyes roll.
"I'm serious 'Cedes!" he exclaimed.
"Kurt what's this about?" Mercedes asked.
"Was there some secret blood oath that the McKinley High glee club would all settle down before the age of twenty-five? Was making a deal with the devil involved? I'm only twenty-five years old and basically everyone I know is already settling down! Why does everyone want kids and marriage right now?" He demanded.
"Oh be realistic, not everyone is engaged or having kids. I mean look at me," she beamed.
"I give it six months to a year," Kurt deadpanned. "Okay let's go down the list shall we?"
"Kurt, do we to-"
"Santana and Brittany are married," Kurt cut her off. "Marley and Jake are engaged, Quinn and Puck are married and having a baby, Tina and Mike's wedding is in the fall, Kitty and Artie reconnected, and after he graduated Ryder ended up with the nurse. And Rachel is with some producer in California."
"What exactly are you getting at?" Mercedes wondered. "You could've had the same thing everyone else has if you agreed to marry A-"
A loud and long 'shh" emitted from Kurt's throat causing Mercedes to pull the phone from her ear.
"Kurt you not saying his name doesn't just make him or the fact that you had a relationship with him nonexistent," she remarked.
"After college he wanted marriage and kids and the whole package and I just couldn't. I mean as soon as we graduated I got this job at Vogue and haven't stopped since. I've gone days without seeing the inside of my apartment what kind of husband would I be? Not to mention children," he scoffed.
"I thought you wanted kids," Mercedes inquired.
"I do… I did anyway," he corrected. "The idea of having kids was something that appealed to me but now I don't see it happening not with the way my life is going right now. And especially since I'm poised to take over Isabelle's job in about five years."
"Just promise me you'll open yourself up to different possibilities, you can never be absolutely sure of the future."
"Of course, I'll talk to you later 'Cedes."
Kurt chewed on his bottom lip as he mulled over his friend's words. Of course marriage and a couple of kids was something that appealed to him when he was younger. He and Adam were together for a little over three years when Adam proposed. After graduation he immediately got hired on as Isabelle's assistant. Adam wouldn't take a 'not now' as an answer it was all or nothing, and Kurt chose nothing. It was a difficult decision but he never felt an ounce of regret.
Seventeen year old Andie in her Crawford Country Day uniform signed her name into the visitor's log in the office of Dalton Academy.
"Okay Miss Vasquez," the secretary read. "As you know you are not allowed into the dormitories and you have to be out by curfew."
"Thanks Mrs. Wilson," she nodded.
Andie made her way out of the office and down the large corridor, going outside where she was once again greeted by the crisp fall air. In a the courtyard she rounded the large fountain seeing Blaine sit a table reading on a book.
"Hey B," Andie greeted sitting across from him. "How was Warbler rehearsal?"
"It was good, we did Uptown Girl with Nick as lead," he answered. "I'm glad we, that council that is, finally gave him a shot. Also there's a new guy named Sebastian, he's… interesting to say the least."
She hummed and nodded her head not even looking at him.
"Is there a reason you wanted to meet up? You look like you've got something on your mind," Blaine noted.
Andie rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, as a quiet sigh escaped her lips. "Do you remember the Back to School party?"
"It wasn't that long ago, it was about-"
"Eight weeks ago, yeah," she nodded.
"I remember very little unfortunately," Blaine added.
"Well… Do you remember that we…" Andie trailed leaving the implication up in the air.
"Vaguely," he affirmed. "I know that we've been kind of dancing around it but I just didn't want that ruining our friendship. We were both drunk off our asses and heartbroken over our boyfriends so we'll just chalk it up to one giant mistake that doesn't have-"
"Blaine, I'm pregnant," she blurted out.
A repetitive knock on the door slowly woke Andie. She rubbed her eyes realizing she dozed off on the couch with paperwork scattered all around her. Andie padded along to open the door, seeing Blaine on the other side.
"Did you forget you have a key?" She questioned incredulously.
"That's for emergencies," he answered walking into the apartment, closing the door. "I need to be around my girls," he sulked.
"Red wine or white?" She questioned going into the kitchen.
"What do you mean 'or'?" Blaine countered.
"Let me guess, you told him," She stated grabbing two wine glasses and a corkscrew from the cabinet.
"Andie, I don't think I-"
"Daddy?" A sleepy voice echoed from the adjoining hallway.
"Hey baby," Blaine greeted with an immediate smile.
He walked over scooping the girl up in his arms. The girl had beautiful sun kissed skin that most people go tanning for, hazel eyes that were a reflection of his own, and long caramel colored curly hair that had been subdued by a French braid. Blaine, albeit a little biased, knew she was a stunner and a picture of perfection.
"You're supposed to be in bed Sawyer," Andie teased.
"But I wanted to say goodnight to daddy," her innocent eyes widened as her lips puckered into a perfect pout.
"Blaine, stop teaching her these things!" Andie begged.
"It's not my fault!" He defended himself.
"Yeah it is, that is your puppy dog face on a six year old girl," she stated.
Blaine chuckled, "Come on let's get you back to bed."
Once he reached his daughter's room he peeled back the blanket and gently placed on on the bed.
"Did you like the end of of the school year music event?" The girl questioned looking up through her long eyelashes.
"I did, I especially loved your piano solo," Blaine said while pulling the blanket up.
"Are you gonna be sleeping over daddy?"
"Probably," he nodded.
"Good I like it when you sleepover," Sawyer buried her head further into her pillow.
"Goodnight baby girl, I love you," he pressed his lips to his daughter's forehead.