Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary:
Burt blows a fuse when watching his son get ready for a school presentation and calls him a name that no father as loving as Burt should ever call his son. Kurt takes off in response. Years later Burt and Carole are watching the television when the news that famous actor, Blaine Anderson is going to marry his mysterious lover: fashion designer, author, and notoriously secretive Pav H. Kuris. Its great news until Finn bring in an envelope from the mail with three invitations to said wedding; then shit just gets confusing. There Burt must face his past and try to be in his granddaughter's future or risk losing the very thing that's made him who he is because he couldn't grasp his second chance.
Para-Paradise
The ring glistened off the pale finger as its hand was grasped in a firmer hand and slid up the bed revealing more porcelain flesh glowing in contrast to the tanner, hairier arm. The sun was entering from the big window, signaling that it was near four 'oclock and that the two lovers only had hours before their day jobs were going to rip them apart again for a few days. Wet lips left a trail of kisses down the dolls neck but stopped at its collar bone when the ringed hand untangled itself from its lover and pressed itself to a chest full of hair. The tanner lover pulled back to meet his pale dolls glasz eyes. "We're going to get married," the dolls voice was breathy and the tanner lovers' smile could have outshone the sun as he nodded.
"We are," he confirmed letting his hands settle on his pale lover's firm hips and ghosted his thumbs over the skin making the doll shiver beneath him.
"The whole words going to see," the doll whispered.
The tan lover shook his head and bent down to press his lips to his dolls forehead then pressed his nose to his dolls. "Not if you don't want them to."
Pale hands slid up, raking through the black hair of his lovers chest then tangling themselves into the mop of curls on the top of his lovers head. His tan lover chuckled feeling his doll harden underneath him and pressed closer letting his dolls sharp breathe catch before kissing the moist lips. The tan lover pulled back again with a smile and the doll smiled in return. "The invitations are already out," the doll said, "and the news stations informed."
"Fuck them," the tan lover responded but the doll shook his head taking his half hard lover in his hands with a smirk.
"I'd rather you fuck me."
Carole was chopping the carrots for her stew and Burt was over the stove stir-frying the beef tips when the news came back on the television. The big news was actor and model Blaine Anderson's impending marriage to his successful yet notoriously secretive lover: Pav H. Kuris. It had been the main subject of the reporters since seven 'oclock rolled around. Carole, being a big fan of Andersons' roles had fallen over herself to convince Burt to watch the televised wedding with her. Burt thought it was pretentious; the only people Burt knew of that would be considered that important was the prince and princess of England but Carole had explained that this was a big hit for gay rights for America and that it was going to be as big a history marker as any royal wedding. He knew she was exaggerating but he couldn't bring himself to say no. It was marked down on the calendar as December 18th, the Sunday before Christmas that they would huddle around the television and watch two lovers be married. One reporter mentioned Westboro Baptist and how they must be planning to protest the wedding but then the new caster's co-caster, a pretty blond with too much make-up, spoke up about how the site of the wedding was keep secret from all who were invited.
Carole dropped the carrots into the stew pot before the news people had finished their commentary about the upcoming wedding and leaned back from the stove to get a good look at the front door when she heard her lumbering son call out a hello.
Finn was back for the weekend from Ohio State and the first place he thought of was home and a warm meal that didn't consist of high salt and came in a bright red packet. He slipped doff his shoes under the entrance stand and placed his keys in the ceramic bowl before standing in the French doorway to the kitchen. Carole motioned him over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before steering him towards the snacks cabinet and then off into the living room, which was connected. "I got the mail," Finn said helpfully and laid it onto the island in the kitchen.
"Thank you," Burt managed and let Carole take over his job so he could check the mail. Two magazines were curled around a bunch of letters, held there by a rubber band. He snapped the damn rubber band off and threw the magazines away before getting into the real mail. He took the rest of it into his small office and began sorting; the junk went through the shedder then and there while the bills were set off into the bill-box. He stopped when his fingers felt the rough texture of the light tanned envelope that read in fancy script: Mr. and Mrs. Hummel. There was no return address and Burt opened it genuinely curious. He stopped after the first sentence: Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, it's my pleasure to invite you to the 2014 winter wedding of Mr. Blaine Anderson and Mr. Pav H. Kuris.
It turned out not to be a joke which may have unsettled Burt's heart a tad bit. The woman who picked up when they went to RSVP had confirmed that their names, along with Finn's, had been written down on the invitee list. She reconfirmed everything the invitation said: meet at Chicago International, Terminal 7, Port B to be flown to the secret site and that if they wished to arrive earlier accommodations could be made and paid for in full if they so desired. It became apparent to Burt as the woman talked that they were on some sort of "special" list that didn't include the reporters and media broadcasting the wedding and could have their trip paid in full by the couple. Burt was grateful but his head hurt thinking of how they had gotten onto this list. Carole told him not to look the gift horse in the mouth and then went on to say that she'd need a beautiful gown.
"They've got that covered to," Burt said showing her the enclosed form that held questions for her measurements and a picture. "A dress compliment of H. Kuris," Burt told her and she snatched the form with wide eyes. Finn frowned the whole time, just as confused as Burt. Carole set to work filing out the form and then raced to print off a picture of her in her wedding dress to mail first thing in the morning.
"We should wait, to see what he makes so that we can get a matching tux for you," she beamed.
"You're taking this very well considering we don't know the people."
Carole shook her head, "but they know us and right now I'm not going to question that because I want to know how they know us." She then asked Burt if he knew his measurements.
"Why would you need mine?"
"It asks," she said simply pointing to a portion for male sizing under the already filled out top portion. Burt scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "I figured." She folded the paper and set it aside, "I'll measure you after dinner."
They ate dinner listening to Finn tell the about how he was on the "off" again with Rachel who still hadn't found a production willing to take her on and how college was kicking his ass and how utterly stupid it was that he needed a above "C" average to continue playing football.
Little hands clasped onto tanner fingers as the little princess wished her papa a good trip at the instance of her daddy. She didn't like that papa was going to leave so close to daddy and his wedding but papa had said that he'd come back just in time for her to model the dress daddy had made for her. She beamed and told him that it was going to be gold and white. He laughed and hugged her close telling her he loved her. She told her papa that she knew that and that she loved him to and that he better bring her a new toy. Daddy would have scolded her but neither daddy or papa could stand against her lower lip puckered out and the long black eyelashes fluttering. Papa muttered something about a heart-breaker before promising a new toy. Papa made her promise to be good when daddy took her to see Nana Dali and not to bother daddy while he worked on her dress. She beamed her pearly whites at her papa as he boarded his plane and then clung to her daddy as the plane flew off, her tiny fingers clenching at her daddy's vest hard. Daddy smiled sadly and told her that she was a brave little princess for letting papa leave without a fuss. She didn't feel brave but she had her daddy and Nana Dali and she knew her papa would come back to her.
The dress was a modest gold colored long evening dress and the under-vest matched the gold color; it arrived via special currier. Carole couldn't believe how well it fit her and how stunning the shimmering fake diamond looked so real. Burt stopped her as she spun around in the dress and informed her that the diamonds were real-it said so in the note that came with the dress. She stared at the note for a long time and quickly shed the dress; hanging it away from her other clothes like it would be contaminated with the everyday feel.
"So are you two going to leave early" Finn asked resentful of the fact that he couldn't blow off college to go to some movie stars wedding, less he wanted to face the wrath of his mother. Not to mention he couldn't afford to miss any of his college classes, not when he was nearly failing Calculus. He spooned the chicken stir-fry into his mouth and wondered why his mother was so quiet after weeks of hearing nothing but how amazing the wedding was going to be.
"I have a feeling that they want us to," Burt said and drank his beer, "I don't think they'd pay for a full three days expense just for us not to use it." Finn nodded looked at the Television when he heard the start of the conversation about the wedding.
Mr. Anderson and H. Kuris' little girls' dress had been leaked and it was amateur video of an adorable black haired girl twirling around in a white and gold dress with an older woman near-by to place a tiara on her head. They seemed to be the only two in the video and it ended as soon as a deep voice called out and it didn't sound to please that the intruder was there. "She was cute," Burt told his family and Carole was cooing over what could be seen in the bad pixilation of the little girls dress.
"I wonder if she's going to be wearing that now that it's been leaked," Carole wondered out loud. "It must be a gold theme wedding-oh how marvelous, gold in winter!" Burt nodded his head letting his wife talk; he didn't know anything about matching color schemes and all that jazz, that had been a job for-
He stopped and he looked to the wall portrait where a picture of Kurt hung. It was a younger Kurt by far but it was one of his most cherished pictured of his lost son. He'd done the unspeakable by calling his son a fag and he'd paid the price. Kurt packed an overnight bag and said he was going to stay with Mercedes for the night. Burt didn't say anything about it being a school night; he couldn't believe he had said that to his son. When the next night began to draw on them Burt began to worry and called Mercedes. She told him that Kurt didn't spend the night and they had made no plans to. It wasn't long for everyone in town to get wind that Hummel's faggot son was gone. Carole babysat Burt until he pulled himself together and realized that, no, Kurt wasn't going to come back no matter how many times he called him on a phone that was soon disconnected. Burt hadn't called the police about Kurt seeing as his kid turned eighteen in two months and there would be no point in him trying to cage the panther that was Kurt's temper. It was hard but he had settled himself to never seeing Kurt again but he told himself with confidence that Kurt was okay-that he wasn't in New York, in the drug scene, and had found himself a good man to lay with each night.
Carole put a hand on his shoulder and smiled sadly seeing him staring at Kurt's picture. Burt shook his head and turned back to his dinner and didn't say anything else for the night. Carole and Finn went out for ice-cream but he stayed behind and took the picture of his son down form the wall only to set it on the coffee table and stare at until they came home.
Everything was perfect. The ballroom had been set up with linens and chairs and the DJ had moved his stuff in and the flowers and cake would be arriving in two days. His almost-husband pulled him close and kissed his cheek. "Now all we need are the guests." It was a crack meant to lighten his dark mood but it only turned him sourer and he in turn held his lover closer as well. "You said he tried love," his almost husband reminded him and he nodded, "and they accepted the invitation-though I'm sure there confused as to why they were invited in the first place." Glasz eyes blinked and moistened but his almost husband kissed what wetness was there away. "They're landing in a couple hours; you said you wanted to greet them." His eyes took a far-away nature to them and his almost husband gave him a few moments to contemplate. "I can send Kealman to get them if you aren't ready. You could see them at dinner." The pale doll shook his head and kissed his husbands cheek. He was ready-it was time, after so many years of trying to find himself-that he forgive his father and forgive himself.
It was a long plane ride and Burt had just woken up a few minutes before the pilot said they were landing. He had been surprised of course when he and Carole were the only ones boarding the plane but they had made the most of the cocktails that were offered in the mini-bar and slept a while. The pilot's cheerful voice reached him as he was reading the car magazine he'd brought with him and told them that they were in Vermont. "What better place to have a winter wedding," Carole muttered and they unloaded themselves from the plane. A well-dressed young man, who introduced himself as Kealman, herded them into the airport terminal. The airport was small and only a few people were there waiting for other planes to come in and they were lead to a group of four or five people. The little girl with the group noticed there approach first and tugged on the finger of a darker haired man. Burt looked him over, normal dressed and a very welcoming face, then to the young man next to him and stopped cold.
"Elizabeth," he whispered taking in his late-wife's brown hair that looked like silk and her every changing eye's that always said something. He blinked and his wife was gone-if she had ever really been there-and looked at the young man. "Kurt," he breathed out.
Kurt nodded and stepped forward holding out his hand. "It's good to see you."
Burt looked at the hand then to his son's eyes. His son's eyes told him everything, just like Elizabeth's had. Kurt must have saw something in Burt's open eyes because he took Kurt's hand and Kurt pulled him into a hug. Three of the burlier men around them moved but Blaine stopped them. Kurt clung tight to his father, tears streaming while Burt-strong, focused, and wise- cried like a baby. They stayed in each other's arms long after Blaine had introduced himself and Miranda to Carole. Miranda walked up to the two hugging men who were whispering apologies to each other and tugged at her daddy's pant leg. They pulled apart and Kurt lifted her in his arms. "This is Miranda-your granddaughter, if you'll accept her of course."
Burt had to stop more tears and said: "You are your mother Kurt," and Kurt nodded. It was a curt nod and Burt knew Kurt wanted an answer. Something to tell him that his father was okay with this life he had now. Burt didn't blame him; the last time they had talked Burt had called him a fag.
"Hi Miranda, I'm your granpa Burt," he told her with teary eyes.
Miranda nodded and took his hand in both hers and shook it. "Daddy said you were coming. He said you two had a fight that he wanted to get over with."
Kurt went to put her down but Burt stopped him, the unasked question hanging between them. Kurt nodded, a truce, and let Burt hold his small boned granddaughter. It wasn't perfect; this was only the beginning of Kurt trusting his father again but it was the start that they needed. Carole went over and cooed over the little princess while Blaine came up and wrapped his almost husband in a hug and pressed their foreheads together. Kurt clutched at Blaine's sides with tense fingers and let out a shaky breathe.
Miranda's high pitched laughter caught both their attentions and they found their daughter squealing over the make-up kit that Carole had let her see. "I'd be careful," Kurt warned, "she'll have you in make-up and dress-up all three days you're here."
Carole smiled and told them that it was okay and that she had a shade of orange that matched the tiara gems she'd been sporting in a video they'd seen. Miranda squealed and that was the end of all opportunity to back out. Both for Carole, who had been latched onto by Miranda, and for Kurt; he and Burt would work out the past and move onto a better future.
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