Starzhei's Note:
- This idea came to me the other day when I was watching the movie 'Raising Helen'. Ive wanted to write a futurefic, because I love them so much. The idea's around the futurefic that I wanted to write all had to do with Kurt and his children. But, I wanted Kurt to be still in his twenties, and im pretty sure it takes a long time to adopt a child under ordinary circumstances, so being in your twenties and a single gay male would be near impossible im assuming. And writing an MPreg story was not gonna happen...
- Speaking of futurefics, if you're not reading 'Daddies' by 'GirlFromTheWest', you should definitely check it out. The title is pretty much self-explanatory. The writing is excellent, the stories she tells are so cute and I can guarantee that you will fall in love with that family!
-Please enjoy this story. If you read it, ill love you. If you put it on alert, ill love you even more. If you favourite, well, I don't know why you'd do that because its not that good, but thank you anyway, and I love you more then those people who just read it and alerted it. If you review it, then I love you the most, and I will share my Oreo's with you. I even have milk...Who wants some?
-I do not own 'Glee' or 'Raising Helen' or 'Maybach'. I am, however, very fond of 'Raising Helen', 'Maybach' cars are HOT! And im completely and utterly in love with 'Glee'.
-XXX-
xX- Close My Eyes And Leap -Xx
-XXX-
Kurt smiled as he stepped out of the white Maybach to hundreds of flashing lights and voices yelling his name, telling him to turn this way and that way and to look over his shoulder. That particular request always seemed to make him laugh for some reason. It was always reminded him of the poses he use to strike when he was younger.
Lapping up the attention, Kurt walked a few steps then stood and turned to face the paps standing to his right. Raising his perfectly sculptured left eyebrow just a smidgen, he leant most of his waist onto the ball of his right foot, angling his face slightly. This was his signature pose.
After those paparazzo had taken their shots, Kurt walked a few more steps and repeated the action. It never seemed to get tiring to him. He had longed for this type of affection his whole childhood and teenage hood, and he wasn't about to take it for granted now.
Kurt smiled even wider a few minutes later as a black Maybach pulled up. Kurt made his way over to the car and bent down just enough for the stunning beauty to link her arm through his. As soon as Mercedes stepped out and readjusted the train of her dress, the photogs went crazy, screaming out her the pairs name.
Kurt pulled Mercedes along and the pair stood and posed, "You look absolutely breathtaking" he whispered to his best friend, "Who made your dress?" he asked with a smirk.
Mercedes laughed her signature laugh and kissed Kurt on each cheek, "Oh, just some wannabe designer, Kurt something-a-rather" she smiled devilishly as they walked a few more steps and posed some more, "And just, you are indeed right, it is breathtaking. I cant breathe at all!"
Kurt laughed this time, and then again when someone yelled for her to turn around and look over her shoulder. She, of course, worked it out.
Mercedes looked at Kurt and nodded her head towards a particular male model who had just stepped out of his own car and was posing for the cameras. Kurt turned around and smiled as the Adonis caught his eye, winking at him. Kurt thanked his lucky stars he had outgrown his embarrassing blush that would always creep up on him during his teenaged years.
Said male model soon found his way over to Mercedes, kissing her on each cheek and posing for a few pictures. Kurt walked over and reached his arm around the back of the gorgeous man, who in turn had his own arm around the back of Mercedes, and the three posed for photogs, turning their faces every few seconds.
"You look great tonight."
Kurt giggled and kissed both of his cheeks, "Thank you. You look very charming yourself, Chamber."
The two men looked at each other for a brief second lustily before a familiar voice called Kurt's name. Kurt turned and smiled over at Mary Hart, still doing her thang after all these years.
Kurt smiled and nodded at Chamber Rosalini, the worlds hottest male model as he pushed Kurt gently towards the older woman.
"Mary" Kurt said cheerfully, hugging and double kissing the news reporter.
"Looking great, as usual. Tell us, who are you wearing?" she asked professionally, but giving Kurt an amused, knowing look.
"Oh, just some wannabe designer, Kurt something-a-rather" Kurt laughed along with Mary, "You look lovely yourself my dear" he complimented.
"You're just saying that" Mary said with a kind smile, waving it off playfully, "So, how does it feel to be honoured in such a way this evening here with the designer of the year award? It must be such a huge honour?" she asked, nodding her head excitedly.
Kurt smiled at the woman, you couldn't help but love her. "Of course, it is such a huge honour that they even chose me. I mean, I know my clothes are beautiful because that's what you set out to do as a designer. But, even still, its just absolutely incredible."
"I bet it is. So you just launched your spring couture collection a few days ago" Kurt nodded as he listened, "Can you give us any ideas on what the ready-to-wear line will be like?"
"To me, clothes are about expression and freedom. Its escapism, and I know it definitely was for my growing up in such a small, close-minded town" Kurt chuckled at the idea of Lima, "So my couture lines are always inspired by that idea. I push it to the extreme of course, because that's what fashion is all about, breaking boundaries. My ready-to-wear line will be exactly the same, but I had to reign in my crazy just a little bit" Kurt laughed, holding his fingers apart about half an inch, "Its for everyday women and men and girls and boys and everyone else in between who want to escape, even if it is just for however long you wear my jacket or scarves or accessories."
Mary smiled fondly, like he were her own son, "And that's why you are honoured here tonight sir. Well, you know I cant leave without asking you the burning question" Mary teased, bobbing her head from side to side quickly, "Are the rumours of a relation between Chamber Rosalini and yourself true?"
Kurt grinned looking down at his feet, "Were great friends" he answered sheepishly, smiling at her.
"Ok then, well ill let you go, I think you may have some place to go" she winked.
"Oh, was that tonight?" Kurt asked jokingly as he smiled and walked back to meet up with Mercedes.
"Gosh I love that woman" Kurt exclaimed, taking hold of Mercedes hand as the two headed into the building.
Mercedes giggled and smiled at the usher when her eyes bugged out at seeing Mercedes, "Yes, she's great. I actually have an interview with her on Monday."
"Oh? About the album?"
"Yessir. Its dropping the day of your ready-to-wear collection" Mercedes smiled at the prestigious people surrounding the pair as they made their way threw the crowd to take their seats at their table, "Seriously, these people are freaking me out."
Kurt laughed as they reached their table. Pulling Mercedes seat out for her, he pushed her in and sat down next to her, "Don't be silly."
"Half of them cant even move their faces, the skinny bitches look at me and practically shove their fingers down their throat right then and there. And im pretty sure…" she said before turning around and scanning the room, "Yup, Im the only black person up in this joint."
"Halle Berry will be here tonight" Kurt said shrugging his shoulders, "But yes, you are the only black person up in here. The one and only" he corrected, and she smiled.
"Kurt! Cedes!"
Kurt stood up with a smile as he pulled Rachel into a hug, "Rachel! You look smashing tonight" he said, holding her right hand up and spinning her around before frowning, "Wait, that's not my dress."
Rachel looked down guiltily while Mercedes cackled out in laughter, "No, this is my performance outfit, Im singing remember? Ill change once my song had finished."
"Why didn't they book my to sing?" Mercedes asked loudly, pouring herself 2 glasses of champagne.
Rachel snorted, "This is an awards ceremony for the who's who in fashion Mercedes, they appreciate a more classic style of music, as do I. R'n'B is not really suited for such an occasion" she Racheled, "By the way, I love your new album.
Mercedes rolled her eyes but smiled and thanked Rachel for the compliment. Her album had just reached number 2 on the Billboard Hot 100, and she had an audition for a movie next week.
Rachel took her seat opposite Mercedes. Just then, Annie Wintour took the stage and everyone in the room clapped. Kurt clapped along, but felt sick all of a sudden. He couldn't tell what it was though. It sure as hell wasn't nerves. He deserved this award. He worked his ass off to get to where he was and it was finally paying off.
After transferring back to McKinley High School his senior year, Kurt had graduated with honours and scored himself a full scholarship to any college of his choosing. Leaving Lima was a bittersweet affair for him. His parents were their, and would always be there. Finn had applied and been accepted into Bowling Green on a football scholarship, so he would be there too.
But, Lima, Ohio just was not the place for Kurt Hummel.
He had chosen to attend NYU, majoring in the field of fashion and working towards a bachelor in fine arts. In his second year at NYU, Kurt had auditioned for the latest season of 'Project Runway' and had been chosen to be a finalist.
The show had been one of the craziest experiences for Kurt, but he learned so much and gained so much. He became a fan favourite with his unbelievable sense of style and his garments always wowed the judges and fellow contestants. His snarky, brutally honest remarks were television gold too.
Kurt, of course, had won.
At the age of 20, Kurt became a household name because of the show. When his winners collection launched at Mercedes Benz fashion week, 2014, the world took notice of his cut-throat designs and he shot to stardom.
Kurt had everything he ever wanted. He had fame, recognition for his hard work. He had a best friend, who had always remained his best friend, even with her own raise to superstardom. He had a thriving career in an industry that he loved. And he had the love and support of his family. Burt, Carole and Finn were his biggest supporters.
Kurt smiled as he thought about his family. Burt and Carole were as strong now as they had been always. Kurt truly loved them both. Finn was just as brotherly adorable as he had always been too. The only difference about his step-brother was that now, he was a husband and father. Of twins.
Kurt actually laughed at the thought of his nephew and niece. They were beautiful, and Kurt loved them deeply. Mercedes shot him an interested look and he shrugged his shoulders and looked towards the stage. Miss. Wintour had just left it, and a man walked onto the stage and started playing the piano.
Enjoying the soft melody of the piano, Kurt's eyes bugged out when his phone went off. Quickly fumbling in his lapel for the mobile device, Kurt glanced at the screen and smiled before ignoring it. He was a professional after all, and this was a night of honours, one that was for him.
"Who was that?" Mercedes asked, taking a sip[ from her glass of champagne.
"Dad, ill call him-" Kurt was cut off by the sound of Mercedes' phone going off.
Mercedes pulled her phone out just as Rachel's own phone started off too. Kurt frowned and the 3 old friends looked at each other.
"Its Matt" Mercedes said, frowning in confusion of what to do.
"Noah" Rachel spoke up quietly, mirroring Mercedes' expression.
Kurt pulled out his phone and looked at the screen suspiciously.
"Ill text him and call him back when I head back stage" Rachel offered as she ignored her phone call, "It cant be anyth-"
"Hey babe" Mercedes whispered, shrugging her shoulders as she answered her phone.
Rachel looked at Kurt, both trying to stifle a laugh at Mercedes answering her phone in the middle of such an occasion. She had done that at the Grammy's last year too. Kurt turned to face his best friend and sat up straighten than he usually does when he saw her face. She had gone pale and her hand clutching the phone was shaking.
Kurt placed a hand over Mercedes' other hand that was laying flat on the table and squeezed it reassuringly, "What's up?" he whispered, very concerned.
Mercedes shut her eyes tightly and Kurt leaned in closer, just as his phone started off again. Not thinking about it this time, Kurt answered, "Dad, what's going on?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Kurt? Son, th-theres been an accident" Burt's gruff voice echoed his Kurts ear.
Kurt froze, but felt Mercedes' hand squeeze against his own. He looked at her face and she had streams of tears flooding down her face. Kurt snapped his head towards Rachel who was now on her own phone, pale while and tears brimming in her eyes, "Dad, what happened/ Are you ok? Is Carole ok?" Kurt asked quickly, his voice getting louder.
People were starting to stare, but Kurt couldn't give two flying fucks if they were.
"No, no we're fine Kurt. Im sorry we had to ruin your award thing-"
"Dad!" Kurt yelled, standing up. Yup, now everyone was looking, "What happened?"
"Oh god son, Finn, its Finn. He's dead Kurt."
Kurt dropped his phone, falling to the grown along side it. Half a second later, Mercedes was next to him on his right, holding him against her, and Rachel was on his left doing the same thing.
The audience of the theatre they were currently attending looked on in confusion and curiosity as the three famous best friends huddled on the ground, crying and shaking from their mutual lose of a beloved friend and brother.