Author's note: Hey, it's me, Ace. Thank you again for all your love for "Pillow Talk and Planned Parenthood" I'm really glad you all liked this. This is the sequel. "Weekends" is the story of Kurt and Blaine's next step in the adoption process; dipping their toes in the world of parenthood every weekend.
If you have no clue who Gracie and Owen Little are, or how Kurt and Blaine got to this very important day in their lives, I suggest you click over to my page and read "Pillow Talk"
ENJOY! I hope this is as fun for you to read as it was for me to write.
Weekends
Chapter One: You Want to Be Our Family?
Kurt's knee bounced up and down repeatedly. It was driving Blaine crazy. He reached out and put his hand on Kurt's leg.
"Sorry," Kurt whispered placing his hand on top of Blaine's.
"It's okay, I'm nervous too," Blaine whispered back.
"Hey guys," Kathy, the social worker Blaine and Kurt had been working with for over a year now, walked in with clicking black stilettos and bouncing ginger curls. She sat at her desk and began typing away at her computer. "How are you doing?"
"We're alright," Blaine said, smiling at Kathy.
"That's great!" Kathy said in the enthusiastic way she tended to always have. "Alright, let's talk about what comes next for you and my little Littles."
"Yeah, Blaine and I were talking about that after we got off the phone earlier this week. We don't get to just take them home?"
"Well tell me this," Kathy turned away from her computer as her printer hummed to life, "Do you two have everything ready to take in a seven year old girl and a three year old boy?" Kurt and Blaine shared a glance and then looked at Kathy guiltily. "See, I told you."
"No, what we'll do now is today is Friday, we'll sit with Owen and Gracie and talk about the next steps. Then this weekend, my suggestion is to take them out. Go to IKEA or someplace like that, get them to open up about how they want their room to look. That will give you the next couple of weeks to get everything thing in their room together and set up. The process will be like that, slowly assimilating them into your lives until BLAM adoption time!"
"Awesome, well, that sounds easy enough," Blaine said, his fingers lacing with Kurt's.
"Yeah, almost fun," Kurt grinned.
"It's okay to be nervous guys. You're about to become parents." Kurt and Blaine grinned and nodded. There was a knock on Kathy's door and the secretary, Mrs. Lynne, peeked her head in.
"They're here, want me to send them in?"
"That would be great, thanks Anne!" Kathy waved at the elderly woman. The door creaked open again and two heads, both with brown curly hair looked in.
"Graciella, Owen, this is Kurt and Blaine, do you remember them?" Gracie nodded. Owen on the other hand, stayed hidden behind the door.
"Come on O," Gracie tugged at her brother. "We met them at the fair, you drew them a picture."
"Are we in troble?" Owen asked. Kurt and Blaine looked to Kathy.
"Usually they only come here if their in trouble, Owen's not used to the idea of moving around." She explained to them.
"No, you're not in trouble. You want to come in Owen?"
"You has animals?"
"Yep, right here," Kathy put a box of animal crackers on the desk in front of Kurt. This seemed to trigger Owen and he ran up the the desk, grabbed the box of cookies, and crawled up into Kurt's lap, just as he had done to Blaine the day of the fair. Gracie followed him, but she stood between Kurt and Blaine's chairs and faced Kathy.
"Is this about the fair?" Gracie asked Kathy and then she looked to Owen. "You want to adopt O, don't you?" Kurt saw the sadness in the little girl's face as her little brother munched on animal crackers in Kurt's lap.
"Well sort of," Blaine said. "We don't want to adopt just Owen."
"Who else did you pick? Cause I'll tell you, If you picked Lenny Moscowitz, you're in for a big one cause he and Owen don't get along ever and…"
"Graciella," Kathy held up a hand to stop her beginning rant. "Listen to Blaine and Kurt, will you?" Gracie nodded and looked back to Blaine.
"We want to adopt Owen and you, Gracie," Blaine said. Gracie didn't seem to register what Blaine had said. She focused on her brother and played with his hair.
"Gracie…" Kathy started.
"The both of us?" Gracie asked. Her big green eyes looked up at Kurt and Blaine. "No one ever wants the both of us. They usually just want Owen cause he's a baby."
"I is not a baby!" Owen said with his mouth full of crackers. Kurt moved the box so that Owen wouldn't choke.
"Yes Gracie, we want the both of you to come back to Lima and live with us." Kurt said.
"You want to be OUR family?" Gracie was smiling now.
"Yes," Kurt and Blaine said together.
"Do you two want to be ours?" Blaine asked. Kurt could hear how choked up his husband was getting. Kurt was feeling the same way.
"What do you say Oreo, you want to live with them?"Gracie picked up Owen off of Kurt's lap and hugged him close. Owen looked between Kurt and Blaine and then back to Gracie.
"I stay wif Gwacie," Owen said.
"Gracie's going with Kurt and Blaine," Kathy grinned. "You want to go too?" Owen nodded eagerly.
"Great!" Gracie spun her brother around and hugged him tight. "We're getting adopted Owen! We're getting a home!"
That weekend, Gracie and Owen wouldn't be sleeping over at Kurt and Blaine's. But they did spend several hours in IKEA – as Kathy had suggested – picking out furniture and designing their new room. Kurt's old office, which he had used before he and Mercedes started making it big in the fashion world, was actually a rather large room. Gracie and Owen had told them that they'd be more than happy sharing a room, and that they had been used to sleeping in the same room when moving from group homes to foster homes all their lives.
They entered the apartment carrying boxes of furniture pieces, cans of paint, and, in Blaine's case anyway, Owen.
"What time is Kathy picking us up?" Gracie asked as she contemplated the last box that landing with a loud clanging noise in the middle of the bare room.
"After dinner," Kurt and Blaine said together.
"Can we put stuff together?" the seven year old girl poked at one of the boxes waiting to be turned into a table or a bookshelf or a bed.
"I wanna help," Owen toddled over, but tripped and grabbed Blaine's leg for support.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Blaine looked at Kurt. They hadn't really realized that they would have to put the room together after buying everything. "We're going to have to paint first."
"Why don't you do that while I get dinner together?" Kurt asked. He was almost shocked at how domestic they all sounded. Okay kids, you go help Dad while I make dinner…
"Paint," Owen repeated, grabbing a brush and banging on top of the paint can.
"Good luck," Kurt waved at a suddenly panicked Blaine and went to the kitchen.
"What'cha doing?" Kurt looked over to the kitchen doorway to see Owen standing there, sky-blue paint along his forehead, and a curious expression on his face.
"Making dinner," Kurt said. The little boy walked over to Kurt and took in a deep breath.
"That doesn't smell like dinner…"
"What does dinner smell like?" Kurt laughed.
"Spaghetios," Owen said. Kurt laughed again. "I help?"
"You want to help?" Owen nodded eagerly. Kurt looked around at his set up to find something thr toddler could do. "Okay, here." He pulled a chair from the breakfast nook over and put it next to him, then he helped Owen up and handed him a bowl and a potato smasher.
"You like Mashed Potatoes?" Kurt asked. Owen gave another eager nod. "Good, here, I'll show you." Kurt demonstrated to the little boy how to work the utensil and then left him to it, smiling as he watched Owen giggle as he worked. Kurt turned back to the stove and boiled water for peas. Kathy had given Kurt the idea to make a kid friendly meal, so the four of them were having peas, mashed potatoes, and chicken strips.
"Did I do good?" Owen asked, holding the bowl out for inspection.
"Totally awesome," Kurt said. Owen seemed to grin with pride. "Why don't you go get Blaine and Gracie, it's dinner time." Kurt helped the three year old off of the chair, but Blaine and Gracie were already in the hall within earshot.
"Yes! Food!" Gracie jumped up. She had specs of blue paint in her hair and on her shirt. Blaine, on the other hand, had his whole front covered with paint.
"The paint was supposed to go on the walls Love," Kurt shook his head at his husband.
"Blaine spilled," Gracie giggled. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Gracie I helped!" Owen said proudly, hugging his sister.
"Good job Oreo," Gracie said.
"Why don't you two go sit at the table, we'll be right there," Blaine said. The kids nodded and headed to the dining room. Blaine walked up to Kurt, who had re-mashed Owen's potatoes, and kissed his cheek.
"You made kid food," Blaine pointed to the chicken strips.
"You're covered in paint," Kurt followed, kissing Blaine before handing him the bowls of peas and mashed potatoes. Blaine chuckled under his breath.
"I love you," Blaine said with a grin.
"Right back at'cha."
Kathy was prompt in arriving to pick up Gracie and Owen, who were now clean of blue paint and filled with dinner. Kurt and Blaine had never seen anyone eat so much so fast in his life, and he grew up with Finn as a brother.
"Did you guys have fun?" Kathy asked as Owen and Gracie grabbed their backpacks from what was soon to become their new room.
"Loads," Blaine and Kurt said together.
"Great, I'm glad," she handed them an envelope. "That's just a copy of their files. You know, full names, birthdays, allergies, things like that," Kathy explained. "There's also a full list of what you'll need to start off as full time parents."
"What we'll need?" Blaine asked.
"You know, booster seat for Owen, school registration for Gracie, names of physicians, dentists, things like that," Kathy smiled. "No need to rush, there's still a couple months of weekends to handle, but I know you two are ready for a head start so…"
"Thanks Kathy," Kurt said with a grin, hugging her close. "For everything, really."
"You two have been two of my favorite 'customers' so far, I wasn't going to give up on you." Gracie and Owen came down the hall hand in hand.
"We're ready," Gracie said. "He's sleepy."
"No, I Owen," Owen yawned and put his head on Gracie's arms. "We sleep here?"
"Not today, next week though," Kathy smiled.
"Otay," Owen stumbled a little, but he reached up to Blaine, who was closer, and hooked onto his leg. "Nye nye Blaine." He then repeated the same with Kurt's leg. "Nye nye Kurt, thanks for letting me smash the tatoes." He then walked over to Kathy who picked him up and settled him on her hips.
"Bye Blaine and Kurt," Gracie went up to them and hugged them tight. They both embraced the little seven year old. She held Kathy's hand and Kurt held the door open as they left for her car.
"See you next weekend," Gracie called back. They nodded and waved from the door and didn't stop until they were out of sight.
Kurt closed the door and leaned against it. The kitchen was a mess and the hallway smelled like paint. Their second bathroom, he knew for sure, was dotted and splotched with blue that he wasn't entirely sure would ever get out of the tile and towels.
But he felt like all the cleaning could be saved for the morning. He looked up to his husband and smiled to see that his face was showing the same emotions that Kurt was feeling.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt smiled, walking toward his watery-eyed husband and kissing him.
"I'm just really happy, honest," Blaine said. He sniffed and leaned his forehead on Kurt's. "Have I told you today that I love you?"
"I never tire of it."
"I love you."
"I love you too Blaine." Kurt kissed Blaine and the went to their bedroom hand-in-hand before collapsing into bed.
And thus, the "almost-parents-parenting-weekends" began.
Did I do good? Did you like it? How do you like Owen and Gracie so far?