So, the last thing I needed was to add another story to my already full rotation, but I saw this on the Glee Kink Meme and couldn't resist filling, so I hope you all can forgive me! This is the given prompt word for word-
"Kurt and Blaine have never met before. They both are in their forties or fifties.
Blaine has a kid, who went to college right now. He was a single parent because his partner/husband died or left when said kid was very young. Blaine devoted everything to his kid. His life consisted mostly work and spending time with his child. Now he/she is faraway, starting his/her own adult life and Blaine feels very lost and lonely because they were very close. The kid was always perspicacious one so he/she sits his dad down and tells him that while he/she loves him with all his/her heart, he really should take a grip and start to go out, meet people or start to dating again because it has been years since he had done that. Maybe he/she even will take him out or somehow introduce him to Kurt. It's up to filler what happens after that talk as long as Kurt and Blaine will eventually start dating"
So, with that in mind—in this story, Blaine has a 18 (almost 19) year old son and Kurt doesn't have any kids, but has a niece (Rachel and Finn's oldest daughter) who's the same age. Also, an added note, a thank you to my beta, irishflute, who looked over this chapter and corrected my mistakes. She's awesome as always! Hope you all enjoy! Thanks!
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Blaine's entire world revolves around J.D. He smiles fondly when he thinks of how, when he was born, Blaine and his husband, Morgan, bickered about his name. Blaine wanted to name him Jacob and Morgan wanted to call him David—thus, he became Jacob David. He also smiles when he remembers how happy of a baby he was or how he seemed to sing before he even mastered talking. J.D., despite being his biological son (mixed with the eggs Morgan's sister had graciously donated to them so they could have biological links from both families), was so different from him—he let his black curls run free, had a sarcastic sense of humor (that came from Morgan), and didn't much care for bowties or tight pants. What they did have in common was a love for music, a kind nature, and a close relationship that Blaine never really had with his parents. Morgan used to jokingly call their son 'Bizarro-Blaine' but there was no malice to his voice whatsoever; in fact, Morgan seemed to love that their son embodied so much of Blaine in appearance and himself in personality.
That was just Morgan though. He was a kind and loving man who preferred playing instruments to singing, and it was no wonder why—he was instantly amazing at any instrument he picked up. He carried his harmonica wherever he went, often leading to improv performances. The two had met at NYADA during the Winter Ball—Blaine as a singer and Morgan as a piano player. Their rapport was instant and they went out for coffee almost every night after that. They started out as friends and seamlessly transitioned into boyfriends. Morgan proposed to Blaine at his graduation party; a year later they were married and a few years after that they had J.D. Sure, they had their fights (what couple didn't?), but they rarely went to bed angry, and if they did the angry-sex was just as good as the make-up sex. They had achieved so many dreams just in the time they were together—they moved into their dream home, Morgan opened his own piano bar, and Blaine, who had a few successful runs on Broadway before becoming a music teacher so he could spend more time with J.D., got the family he always wanted. They still had so many dreams to fulfill—they wanted to see the world together, have a few more kids, and then once J.D. and those kids went off to college, they would retire and spend their days making up new dreams.
That vision was completely and totally shattered. Morgan left late one night to deal with a problem at the bar and got into a car accident along the way. Morgan had barely made it to the hospital when he passed away. Blaine remembers little of what happened after that. He doesn't even remember that much of Morgan's funeral. It's always odd to him because J.D., even though he was only six when it happened, remembers every little detail. Blaine does remember deciding a few months after it happened that he needed to be strong for his son and try to move on. There were still nights where he cried himself to sleep and he clung desperately to Morgan's pillow, but when J.D. would come in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, Blaine allowed his son to sleep on Morgan's side of the bed and they would talk-sometimes about Morgan, other times about something mundane- until they fell back asleep. Blaine doesn't doubt for a second that without J.D., he would have never have gotten the courage to move on. Thus, J.D. became Blaine's entire focus. With the life insurance money he received, he was able to pay off the house loan, the bar (though he eventually sold that to one of Morgan's favorite employees) and set aside money for J.D. to go to college. Having those monetary woes lifted off of Blaine allowed him to keep his job as a teacher and spend as much time, if not more, with J.D. as he did before. Eventually, it doesn't hurt so bad to live without his husband; however, moving on isn't the same as letting go. His relatives and friends tried to get him to see other people, but Blaine never pursues it. It's a constant struggle between being afraid he'll never love someone as much as Morgan and that his love for Morgan might be compromised by allowing a new man into his heart. Therefore, Blaine decides he's better off raising J.D. alone.
In time, they can even joke, laugh, and talk about him like a loved one and not a memory. Blaine's favorite thing about his son is that while he is a boy and straight, he doesn't mind laying with Blaine on the couch or swapping stories about the celebrity boy/girls they like, regardless of how old he gets. Like with Morgan, they fought sometimes—like when Blaine was first teaching J.D. how to drive or when he started rebelling against Blaine's overprotective nature. However, at the end of the day, the two were each other's best friend and Blaine didn't know what he would do without his son.
He had to figure it out though—J.D. had graduated from high school in May and was now getting ready to leave for NYU. He wouldn't be very far away from home, but he was far enough away, that J.D. couldn't justify living at home and spending the gas to drive to school when it would be cheaper overall to live in the dorms. Blaine always knew J.D. would leave someday, but it always felt so distant until now. How is Blaine supposed to get through every day without seeing his son's beautiful smile or talking with him over breakfast and dinner? Of course, they promise to call each other every day, but it's just not the same. After Morgan died, J.D. became his sole reason to live.
Now, all of the sudden, he had to learn how to live alone again.
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If you were to ask Christina (Christy) Elizabeth Hudson who her best friend (well, besides one J.D. Schumano-Anderson) was, you might be surprised to hear that it's her uncle, Kurt Hummel. Well, step-uncle to be exact, but her father and uncle had been step-brothers since before she was born and really, they called each other brothers, so Christy paid no attention to genetics. When she was young and her mother would get a travelling Broadway gig or an overseas part in a musical, her father would often go with her and Christy would stay with Kurt during that time. Kurt was fun to be around because he always bought her pretty dresses (telling her that the things her mother bought her were cruel), watched musicals and cartoons with her, and occasionally took her to a fashion show as her uncle worked for Vogue, the biggest fashion magazine in the world. Even after her parents stayed home more, due to the birth of her little brother, she and Kurt would hang out all the time. She could talk to him about things she couldn't talk about with her parents and he understood when her mom got a little overbearing and knew how to talk her down (because if there was one person besides her Kurt could call his best friend, it was Christy's mom, Rachel).
It didn't escape Christy's attention that Kurt never really found a man. He had a few steady boyfriends here and there, and when she was old enough, Kurt would share the more torrid secrets of his love life, but even the stronger relationships didn't last more than a couple years, nor did they ever get to the point where they would live together. She could admit that could have been for any number of reasons—her uncle was a workaholic, he liked things to be a certain way, and really, it wasn't easy for him to trust people. It worked out to an extent because her uncle was a very independent person and, while he made it clear he loved his nieces and nephew, he didn't have any desire to have any children. That being said, it was obvious Kurt was lonely sometimes. At heart, her uncle was a romantic, so it couldn't have been easy for him to be in his late 40's and not finding the love of his life. Not that Kurt would ever freely admit that, but Christy knows it's true.
That was the nice part about her going to NYU. It was only a 20-minute ride (shorter via subway) for her to see Kurt. They made a habit of meeting for lunch at least once a week and had dinner together more often than that. Whenever Christy had an audition for a school musical, Kurt always met her for a full out makeover and snuck her clothing from the Vogue collection, even going as far as to help her practice with his amazing voice. They loved spending time together, but Christy knew there's a void in Kurt's life she couldn't fill; and that her uncle would be so much happier if he had a (permanent) man in his life.
It seemed like fate when she met her other best friend during her first semester at NYU—J.D. He was funny, sweet, and dabbled in all forms of music, though he took particular interest in acting. Though they had classes together, they didn't actually get know each other until they met at a gay-straight alliance meeting. That was when she found out J.D. had been raised by a gay couple and he found out she had a gay uncle. From then on, they just started working together in class and eventually, hung out outside of class. It also seems like fate when J.D. started talking about his frustration with his dad.
"One phone call. I miss one of our planned phone calls and look what happens!" J.D. set his phone on the table—it was lit up with 4 missed calls, 2 voicemails, and almost 15 text messages. Christy cringes before looking back to her menu. Tonight, her uncle was meeting her and J.D. (whom Kurt loved and always tried to convince Christy to date) for dinner. "I told him earlier I wouldn't be around until later because of a group meeting but did he remember? No and now he's in freak-out mode again, just when it seemed like he was making progress."
Christy runs a free hand through her straight brunette hair. "Well, you can't get too upset with him. Your dad died so suddenly that it makes sense he'd be afraid something bad could happen to you."
"Yeah, I know, and I know that I'm his moon, stars, and all that shit, but I'm almost nineteen. What if he's still doing this when I'm married?" J.D. says and then sighs. "Don't get me wrong, I love my dad. I'd be lost without him. This isn't healthy though. My papa's been gone for 12 years now and he hasn't even so much as looked at another man."
Christy hisses through her teeth. "12 years? Without even a one-night stand?"
"Gross. But I doubt it… He wasn't exactly as quiet as he thought he was when he, let's just say, took advantage of his private time— damn it Cici, there isn't enough therapy in the world to get that image out of my head!"
She laughs at the way he shakes his head, as if to rid himself of the memories. "Still. 12 years without even sleeping with another man. That's devotion."
"No, it's sad. I can't stand the thought of him spending another 12 years alone. Papa would have wanted him to move on," J.D. says. Christy shrugs.
"Some people don't mind being alone. Look at Uncle Kurt."
J.D. chuckles. "That's different—your uncle freaks out when someone touches his hair."
"Still," Christy continues. "I know he would be happy if he found someone he could spend his life with, but that doesn't mean his life is horrible because he doesn't have someone… Really, what he needs is just a laid back guy who loves music and can deal with his level of crazy."
Suddenly, J.D.'s eyes go distant. "J.D.?" Christy asks, confused by her friend's sudden lack of attention. Once his eyes come back into focus, a large, conniving smile comes across his face. "Oh no, I recognize that look. It's the same one that talked me into sneaking into that abandoned theme park awhile back. What diabolical plan do you have up your sleeve?"
J.D.'s smile grows. "Ideally, your uncle needs a sweet, laidback man, who isn't interested in having kids and doesn't mind him being his assertive self, right?" Christy nods. "Ideally, my dad needs a charming, funny guy who doesn't want kids himself but doesn't care if he has a kid in college. So, wouldn't it be really ideal if…"
Christy almost gasps in realization. "You mean you want to set them up?"
"Why not?" J.D. says. "They both like music and trust me, your uncle is my dad's type in both looks and personality. You've seen pictures of my dad and—"
"And my uncle would totally tap that," Christy admits and then adds. "But are you sure it would be worth the risk? Uncle Kurt doesn't have the best track record and if you're dad's first experience with dating after your dad doesn't go well, it could scare him off dating for good."
"Honestly, he just needs to get out there. Besides, Kurt is a good guy. He may not fall head over heels in love with my dad but he won't take advantage of him either. Maybe make fun of the way he dresses, but not take advantage of him. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare risk his relationship with his darling little niece by hurting my dad," J.D says with a baby voice towards the end while scratching under Christy's chin. The girl huffs and pushes his hand away, a smile growing at the corners of her mouth. She rolls his eyes while J.D laughs.
Christy contemplates everything J.D.'s brought up. She puts her menu down and scratches her head. "I never pegged you to be The Parent Trap type."
"Oh my god, my dad and I use to watch that movie all the time! But yes, I'm totally on board for pre-drug addicted Lindsey Lohan hi-jinks. Are you in?"
"I don't know. I'll have to ask Uncle Kurt."
"Ask Uncle Kurt what?" Kurt sits down at the table and readjusts his black-frame glasses. His silky brown hair is littered with grey hairs (it was a long battle but he finally stopped coloring his hair a few years ago), but only a few lines lay around his mouth. Other than that, he was in as good as shape as ever and he still made a point of keeping up with current fashions. He lowers his glasses at his niece and then glances over at J.D. "Why do I have a feeling this is the amusement park all over again?"
J.D. and Christy smirk knowingly at each other.
