The safety net
This is from the 'Let me catch you (when you fall) verse which is canon up until when Kurt leaves Dalton to go back to Mckinley—only they never realized their feelings for each other first.
LSKlaineGleek said "Would love to see them telling Burt that they're together (and he of course is like "Finally!") and their friends - maybe one of their friends isn't totally on board with it? How about someone from one of their dating past makes an appearance? Jealousy issues? Trust reassured? Definitely more fluff and dates. Thanks!"
This is going to be in two parts, I really hope you enjoy it—I'm so sorry it took so long to get out but I'm so glad you prompted me.
"And Burt-um I mean your dad is cool with me staying with you guys, right?" Blaine mumbles, fidgeting with the buckle of his seatbelt.
Beside him, Kurt chuckles and settles back against his headrest. The flight is well on its way towards Ohio now and it's obvious that a very twitchy Blaine has had something on his mind ever since take-off.
Now is obviously the time for it all to come out.
"Blaine, how many times do we need to go over this?" Kurt laughs a little exasperatedly as he turns in his seat towards him. "Yes, he's fine. More than fine. I think he's genuinely really happy that we're together, he told me it was a long time coming, and remember that he invited us for the weekend. "
Blaine blushes and takes Kurt's hand, pulling it over into his lap between both of his hands. "Okay, okay I know. Sorry. I'm just nervous."
Kurt pouts at him and rubs a finger along the bone of his wrist. It's true, they've had many conversations of this nature since Kurt called his dad to excitedly tell him about he and Blaine's new, official relationship, and Burt insisted that the two of them to visit as soon as possible.
And Kurt completely understands why Blaine may be nervous. Burt is Kurt's father—the guy who a very adolescent and maybe a little too obnoxious Blaine approached about Kurt's sex life once upon a time. And Blaine is the idiot who Burt found in Kurt's bed one morning, truly hung-over and disrupted their father-son baking time.
There's history there for sure, and although Burt never gave off any vibes that he disliked Blaine, Blaine can't help but think that Burt only sees him as the kid that lead his son on, teased and flirted with his heart and then just disappeared.
Blaine's just 'the old high school friend'—only, they never really were just friends at all, and how neither of them admitted it or anybody pointed it out to them is beyond anyone's belief.
"I can hear you thinking, you know. I can actually hear you over-thinking." Kurt whispers, leaning over the armrest to get a good look at Blaine's face. "We promised each other we wouldn't dwell on the past. That was then and this is now—new and important. We were just kids then, we can't blame ourselves for that."
Blaine nods at Kurt's words, takes a deep steadying breath and then turns and pecks Kurt on the cheek.
"I hear you, I'm sorry." Kurt smiles and Blaine grins back at him sheepishly.
A member of the cabin crew rolls a cart down the aisle and hands them both their rum and cokes that they ordered earlier. They clink their glasses together and take a careful sip.
"Ok but um, what about sleeping arrangements?" Blaine says once he's put his glass down in its spot on the pull-down tray.
Kurt does the same and looks at him oddly. Blaine's eyes twinkle with mischief, his lips quirking up into a cheeky grin as he says "you know that I find it difficult to keep my hands off of you, and I don't know how I'd cope if I was booted off down the hall in the guest bedroom all weekend."
Kurt's thankful that he's already swallowed his sip when he barks out a laugh of pure undiluted, unabashed happiness. "We're both grownups, dear—Dad knows that. Plus, he totally knows that we hooked up that night when we met up for drinks and well- you know."
Blaine's mouth falls open. "He does?"
"Well, yeah. Especially considering that I didn't go home that night…and got home the next morning with a hangover…and a limp."
Blaine smiles, the kind that reaches his eyes and Kurt settles back into his seat, satisfied that Blaine is relaxed for the rest of the duration of the flight.
"Finally!" Is the first word that Burt Hummel says—practically yells— once Kurt and Blaine make their way out of the terminal and towards the pick up area where a bunch of cars are parked.
Burt leans against the hood of his truck, arms folded over his chest. He's dressed in the same type of jeans, flannel shirt and an old cap that Blaine remembers him wearing all those years ago when Blaine and Kurt were in red piped navy blazers and gray slacks.
"I know, sorry, dad. Baggage claim was a nightmare." Kurt says, tugging a holdall with wheels behind him towards the trunk.
Burt stands upright, unfolds his arms and gives Kurt an incredulous smile. "No, not that," he laughs pulling Kurt into a tight hug before letting go. He turns toward Blaine who is currently standing clutching on to the handle of his mini suitcase like a lifeline, a perfected 'deer caught in headlights' look on his face.
Burt approaches Blaine, his mouth a tight line, hands balled into fists at his sides—and reaches out and hugs him closely. "I mean this," Burt exclaims in a happy booming voice, patting Blaine on the back for good measure. "Blaine Anderson. You guys finally got your heads together and now your hearts. Nice to see you again, bud." Burt whispers, pulling back with a grin and Blaine could swear that something flew into his eye right then, causing him to tear up.
"Nice to see you too, Burt" Blaine croaks followed by a throat clearing cough, "thank you. So much."
"I'm glad you remembered to drop the 'sir' act" Burt tells him with a wink as he grabs Blaine's suitcase and lifts it into the trunk of his truck.
He takes Kurt's luggage next and does the same before sliding into the front of the cab to start up the engine.
Kurt grabs Blaine's hand, tugging him forward softly. "See? Told you" he whispers against Blaine's temple before kissing him there and then opening up the rear passenger door for them both to get inside. "This weekend's going to be so great."
"Welcome home" Burt announces, as he opens the front door with a jangle of keys and steps inside. Blaine knows he's talking to Kurt but he still blushes when Burt makes eye contact with him and gives him a nod and a wink.
Memories flood back to Blaine in an instant, just from standing in the hallway of a place he used to come to so regularly— a place he used to love coming to. Somewhere he could escape to and while there just be himself and not just the preppy, blazer-ed young gentleman he was trained to be.
In the Hummel-Hudson household, back in the day, Blaine felt calmed and comforted by the way of Kurt's cookies, his eyes, and his laugh. The way they sang together. Burt's approving smile when he'd return home from work to find them doing homework at the kitchen table, pressed up together taking sneak peaks of the other's book or paper. Sundays spent baking and cooking, lounging around and grazing on what they'd made. Movie nights, trips to the theater and hours spent bickering over what part was the best. Coin flips to decide whose iPod to plug in, magazine browsing and cut-outs for their inspiration boards. The kindness of Carole's eyes and her smile. How she adored Blaine, all of her boys for that matter.
"Carole will be home in a bit." Burt says, breaking Blaine's reverie, like he just knows. "She can't wait to see you again, Blaine." He adds brushing past both Blaine and Kurt to get to his chair.
Blaine clenches his eyes closed and bites his lip. "How-how is she?" He asks, so quietly that Burt almost misses it. Beside him he can hear Kurt suck in a deep breath and suddenly their hands are entwined.
Blaine knows what happened to Finn—Kurt's step-brother, and Carole's only son, before Kurt. They've talked about it in a lot of detail since making their relationship official, and a lot of time has passed that the family have been able to make some peace with it. Not enough, though. Never enough.
But being here in the house where he lived—where Blaine and Finn would play Guitar Hero while waiting for Kurt to finished getting ready, or scoffing down the too hot cookies fresh from the oven followed by a gallon of milk— the feeling and memories are too real, too raw.
Burt looks over his shoulder at him and smiles gently "she's the best that she can be, bud. We all are." He tells him, "like I said, she can't wait to see you. And we're both thrilled to have you here. This time as something more than Kurt's friend."
Burt settles down in his chair and flicks on the TV with the remote—the sounds of cheers and hollers and an excited commentator fills the room and Blaine is transported back in time once again to watching the sports channel with Burt, being invited round for special games and how Kurt would sit and smirk at them from behind an issue of Vogue. How Burt would absentmindedly call him 'son'.
"Hey, you coming?" This time it's Kurt voice that pulls Blaine back to the present. His hand squeezes Blaine's, it feels warm and sure and reassuring and Blaine turns to him with a smile and shining eyes and says "Yeah. Yes of course."
They take their luggage upstairs and freshen up before dinner. Carole apparently has something special planned for their 'Friday family night dinner reunion' and Kurt is whipping up something spectacular for desert.
After pressing Blaine back into the pillows of his old childhood bed with a few searing kisses, Kurt leaves him breathless with one last wink before heading downstairs to get started on his dish.
Blaine leans back against the headboard, breathless and hardly sated but boneless—happy and complete. This is what it feels like to finally loose yourself to somebody else, to be so content and relaxed. To be home.
He smiles to himself, staring up at the ceiling. This is where they started and this is where their future is going to begin.
A/N- Thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated. The second part shouldn't be too long.