Okay! New multi-chap I'm working on, and I don't have a clear path for this fic but I have some idea of what's gong to happen. Obviously this is a fic where Kurt and Blaine meet a lot younger, so this is their journey through their lives with each other in it, so I hope you enjoy!
"I want that one!" Blaine screeched, trying to grab with his little sticky toddler hands what Kurt had in his possession, "I'm always the red ranger!"
"No!" Kurt was futile. He refused to give up the ranger, trying to throw the blue ranger at Blaine in the hopes that he would be that one instead.
"Boys!" both of them jumped apart from each other, looking sheepishly up at Elizabeth Hummel, "Now is that how two 5 year old gentlemen play?" She asked, disappointed.
"No…" They chimed together, both of them with their heads ducked low.
"Say sorry to each other."
"Sorry Blaine…" Kurt's chin wobbled ever so slightly, hating the fact he got into trouble.
"Kurtie don't cry! I'm sorry!" Blaine wraps his little chubby arms around Kurt's waist, kissing his round cheek in apology. Kurt smiled with his adorable blush settling across his pale face.
"Good. Now how about my two little princes come into the kitchen for snack time?" It worked like a charm, and the two of them were out of there like a shot, racing to their seats at the breakfast bar, after having to get help to hoist their small bodies onto the high chairs of course, sipping happily at their milk.
Lizzie smiles gently at them, glad to know that her little boy has a good friend in his life. She knows it will be hard for them when they start kindergarten, what with the new place and new faces, it can be scary for a five year old. She's just glad they have each other.
Kurt and Blaine met one day at the park not long ago, when Blaine helped Kurt swing extra high, pushing him as he giggled helplessly. Ever since then they've been inseparable. Either Blaine is here or Kurt's at his house. The Andersons were lovely too, with Michael and Pam Anderson coming round for dinner often and vice versa. They have an older son Cooper too but he's 15 now, not too keen to stay and play with the babies.
She's startled out of her daze when, "Momma?"
"Yes baby?"
"Can Blaine stay here tonight? Please, please, please?" They knew she was helpless when both of them use their cute little puppy dog eyes, and their big pouty lips jutting out.
"Now who can resist those faces, huh?" Lizzie was quickly startled by her husband's booming voice behind her.
"Daddy!" Burt's arms are suddenly full of a baby Kurt, clinging to his shirt and his face tucked into his neck.
"Hey Kurt, hey Blaine." He affectionately ruffles Blaine's unruly curls, which earns him a shy little grin in return.
"Daddy! Daddy! Can Blaine stay here tonight?" And all of a sudden the pouty eyes are turned onto him. He helplessly looks to Lizzie who teasingly takes a moment to think about it, humming the decision over. Both of the boys look anxiously towards her, actually scared she'd say no.
"Well…"
"Momma I'll be a good boy, I swear! And Blaine is always good too, except when he steals the red ranger."
"Hey!"
"What? It's true!-"
"Boys!" Both of them turn their terrified little eyes towards her, before schooling their faces into innocent little angels, smiling shyly. She cracks, "Okay I'll call Blaine's Mom and ask."
"Yay! Thanks Momma! Come on Blaine, let's go play."
"Okay, but can I be the red ranger now?"
Kurt takes his small hand and kisses his cheek sweetly, "Okay B, you can have the red ranger."
Both of the boys run off, hands clasped tightly, and Burt watches them carefully, "They been good today?"
Lizzie smiles gently and kisses her husband's cheek, "Of course, now can you call Pam for me while get dinner started?"
"Of course." After a short phone call to the Andersons, Blaine has official permission to stay over. Burt knows they don't need to get any of his things because after quite a few sleepovers it was quietly decided that some of Blaine's stuff would stay at the Hummel's, and some of Kurt's belongings stayed at the Anderson's. Even then it wouldn't be much of an issue if they didn't because Lord knows they sometimes put Blaine in Kurt's shirt or Kurt in Blaine's shorts, they're practically the same size.
Burt checks up on the boys after the phone call, and watches them as they emerge themselves in their imaginary world with Blaine clutching the red ranger and moving it to fight all the bad guys, before he makes his way to the kitchen to help his wife with dinner.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night…"
"You still singin' The Beatles Liz?"
Lizzie turns from her spot in the kitchen, a hand on her hip, eyebrow raised in defiance, "They're legendary Burt. It's good music."
Burt, used to this argument, "Don't you wanna listen to, I don't know, new music?"
Lizzie just huffs and turns back to the counter, "The Beatles are timeless."
"Okay honey, whatever you say," He gives up, like always, and kisses her forehead, "Need any help?"
"Could you set the table for me?"
"On it."
Soon enough dinner is ready and the all of Lizzie's boys are hungry. She settles the little ones in their chairs with a plastic cup of water, making sure they sit politely and patiently for their food. Eventually they are all settled and happily tucking into their dinner, but Burt notices his own son struggling to eat with his fork.
"You alright there Kurt?"
"Yes Daddy," He says in his baby diva voice, rolling his eyes, a trick he learned from his mother, "It's just hard to eat with one hand, that's all."
"Well I'm pretty sure you have two hands Kurt." Lizzie chime sin sweetly.
"Yeah I know," He sighs, obviously frustrated because his Momma doesn't get it, "But my other hand is holding Blaine's." Another eye roll. Duh.
"Baby, you and Blaine don't have to hold hands at the dinner table."
"But we want to."
Oh. Lizzie and Burt just look at each other for a moment before they continue on with their meal, letting it go as if there was nothing wrong. Which there wasn't…not really.
After an after dinner bath and snuggle time with a princess story book, both boys are yawning loudly as they're tucked into Kurt's big boy bed. They're still small enough to share it without issues but they still like to cling to the other in their sleep. Lizzie watches as Kurt rests his sleepy head onto Blaine's small shoulder, their legs entangled, and a soft hand sifting through Kurt's silky hair. Their breathing evens out quickly and soon their minds have wandered to dreamland.
She loves when they're like this, so peaceful and cute, their faces soft and angelic. She can't resist as she goes to grab the camera, making sure the flash is off, and takes a snapshot of them as they sleep. She knows that when they're older they'll hate her for this but it's her favourite memory of them two so far.
She finds her husband in his armchair watching some game on the TV in the living room, but she knows from the way his eyes are unfocused that he's not really paying attention, "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Is it weird?"
What? "What?"
He sighs, leaning his arms on his knees, "Is it weird? You know…how close they are?"
She sighs, "Burt-"
"No Liz, we really need to discuss this. With the Andersons too."
She knows he's right, she does. It's hard for her to think about it but this conversation does need to happen, "Okay."
The sun is shining nicely as the boys run around in the Anderson's backyard, playing on the swing set and in the sandbox. Whilst inside the four adults sit around the dining room table, their coffees cooling as they are left abandoned in front of them.
"Look I don't really know how to start this, but we do need to discuss the boys." Burt starts, his hands fiddling nervously.
"Yeah Pam and I have had small discussions here and there since the boys met." Michael seems just as out of his comfort zone as Burt.
Time to break the ice, "The two of them are not like normal best friends. They hold hands, they kiss each other's cheek and they hold onto each other as they sleep as if their life's depended on it. Okay? And I don't know where all of you stand on this issue, but under no circumstances will I ever not love my son." Lizzie knows she's getting wound up a little but she's adamant. She will always love Kurt.
"I agree with Elizabeth." It's faint and almost unheard but Pam's eyes, although turned down, are determined. She's afraid because she knows how conservative her husband can be, how he believes in tradition.
There's a loud sigh from Michaels direction before, "It's…It's going to be hard, I-I think. But I want to be supportive. A-And if this is what it takes then…I-I'm for it too. Just be…patient, okay? I need time to wrap my head around this."
"Of course, Michael, I'd never ask for anything more of you. I'm just glad you can accept Blaine for who he is." He reaches over for his wife, clutching her hand tightly.
"Burt?"
A stray tear tracks down his cheek before he wipes it clumsily away, "Of course I'll be okay with him, with both of them. It's just tough knowing how hard both of their lives will be, you know? Being gay? In this town? I think we need to consider ourselves lucky they have each other."
Lizzie almost sobs in relief, but to be honest what else could she expect from her husband? He was the most kind and compassionate man she'd ever met and she knows he'd move heaven and earth for his little boy.
A/N: Okay the next chapter will look at the boys starting school and having to deal with other kids with their relationship. Please review with any questions or suggestions!