A/N: So, last night, I was trying to sleep, but to no avail. (Sept 30) Too many ideas running around; my brain wouldn't shut down...racing thoughts, blah, blah, blah...and this idea came to me. Right now, it's a one shot, BUT if people like it, and want me to continue, I can. Blaine is older in this. 9 years, to be exact. Age gap fic. Not your thing, then don't read. :) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing! :) (Been working on this since Tuesday morning, Sept 30 :D)
Kurt Hummel growled in annoyance as he read the same paragraph four times. He sat comfortably on a wooden bench in central park, trying to study for his History exam early Monday morning, but to no avail. So, here he was on a beautiful and sunny Saturday morning, you got it, studying. Or at least trying to. Kurt thought miserably. His mind raced with superfluous and bullshit thoughts. What's the deal with Rachel and her Broadway career? Why am *I* so concerned with it?... DID Elliot ever find his band members he spent months looking for...? Hopefully, Mercedes and her record deal manager, Timothy, is doing ok...he's being reasonable this time...? How's my dad and his current health?...Santana and Brittany are ok as far as speaking to Santana's aunt? Is she still upset at Santana for "loving women the way you're supposed to love men"?
Yeah, not so superfluous, now thinking about it, when it involves his friends and familys' well being.
Bringing a finger to his temple, trying to soothe his persistent headache, he squinted his eyes once more, really concentrating on his study materials.
"D-Daddy! Where's Lucky?"
Kurt looked up to the sound of a little girl, probably about 4 or 5 years old, looking around frantically in search for this...Lucky. Probably a family pet? An older man came up to her, holding a red frisbee, and his hazel eyes searched around the park. The sounds of screaming and excited kids tossing footballs, to teenagers rollerblading or cycling down the sidewalks, to elderly enjoying each other's company were seen through out the entire park.
She's adorable...gosh, I hope she finds "Lucky". Kurt thought with a smile. He tapped his pencil against his chin, watching the little girl as her dark curls bounced atop her head. As he watched her more and more, he noticed she started to panic. The older man, most likely her father, knelt down, and rubbed her back comfortingly as her bottom lip begin to tremble.
"Baby girl, I'm sure we'll find Lucky, don't you worry."
Hol-y...HE'S adorable...Kurt was now completely zeroed in on this...man. This stunning and gorgeous man looked to be in his late 20's? Early 30's? He, like his daughter, had the thick, dark curls, and he wore black framed glasses and his smile was gentle. Kurt also noticed he wore beige slacks, a white collared button up shirt with a black and red vest over it. The man grabbed her hand, and as they left she had a cute pout upon her face.
Kurt sighed and went back to his work. His cell phone rang, and he noticed it was Rachel. He rolled his eyes. Figures. He ignored the constant buzz, and went back to work.
xxxK&Bxxx
Once Kurt graduated high school, he KNEW he'd somehow get to New York. He applied for NYU, thinking of just going for his basic education right now. He was a good student; he studied hard; he wasn't so much as a teacher's pet, per se, but he was liked by most of his teachers. Now, at 20 years old, he felt like his life was going the way he wants it to. In high school, his best friends that he could rely on were Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry, and Mercedes Jones. Now, it works out for everyone because they share a nice homey loft together. Except for Mercedes, she lives in her own one bedroom apartment, conveniently just down the street. When Rachel wasn't hogging the hot water, singing at the top of her lungs to practice for her Broadway career, everyone did get along for the most part. Then, a month or two after Kurt, Rachel, and Santana got situated in this spacious loft, 23 year old Elliot Starchild joined the group. He came looking for a few extra band members for his group named Pamela Landsbury, only to find Kurt and Santana drinking Long Island Ice Tea's at a popular, well-known bar in NYC. He was gay, just like Kurt, but they were more like bros than anything else. They all loved him for his outgoing, smart, and whitty attitude. Kurt could come to him for advice, anything from questions about what popular skin creams to use to what's the best show to catch up on on boring Friday night's. (America's Next Top Model:Boys vs. Girls)
Everyone seemed to be doing ok since they all graduated. Mercedes got real lucky and stumbled upon a record dealer named Timothy Fisher. She also attends NYU, and in her free time, she writes and sings her own music. She's always been an unbelievable diva! Santana is a waitress at the Spotlight Diner during the weekends. She also studies with Kurt at NYU, and people knew her from her crude and sarcastic humor. Kurt and Santana were talking about her girlfriend of three years, Brittany moving in, as well.
It's one, big crowded loft. Sort of.
Aaaaand then, there's Rachel Barbara Berry. Broadway bound, annoying...selfish at times, but does what's right, for the most part. She rehearses daily, attending NYADA, just to keep her voice in check. Her boyfriend for three years, Finn Hudson, is supportive and caring. Even breaking up so many times in high school they still learned to rely on each other, get through hard times together, and try to find themselves, and their love, in the process. Unfortunately, Finn works back in Ohio, as the new McKinley's Glee Club teacher. So, Rachel looked forward to the holidays, traveling back home to see him, or vise versa.
Yeah, everyone seemed happy, for the most part.
Seemed.
xxxK&Bxxx
Blaine Anderson walked out of his daughter's room with a smile and a shake of his head. He absolutely adores Addy, and would do anything for that special girl, and only girl in his life. He walked to his living room, and flopped down on the couch, opening a beer.
He took a drink and sighed. What has my life become? Why can't I be happy?
His phone pinged! with an incoming text, and he rolled his eyes, already knowing who it was.
Eli.
Eli: Can we talk? Please, Blaine? Let's be adults, here.
Blaine scoffed. YOU cheated on ME, dumbass!
Blaine: No thanks, just need those divorce papers in the morning.
Eli: Are you being serious right now?
Blaine: Totally serious.
Eli: This is bullshit. Why won't you talk to me?
Blaine: Goodnight, Eli.
Blaine turned his phone off and threw it on the cushion next to him. As he ran a free hand through his hair, he thought about his next move. What's best for Addy? I definitely DO NOT want her near him...
Blaine was married to Eli for about 3 years (engaged for 1) before he came home one night, only to find him in bed with another man. Blaine felt his heart literally breaking. Lots of yelling happened that night, and Blaine, indeed, kicked out Eli, with no regrets. Eli was a manager at his father's law firm, so he made big bucks. Blaine hated the fact that he felt he never really provided for himself and his daughter. He has a teaching degree, having taken college courses a few years back, before Addy was born. So, he wasn't completely bad off. But, he was determined to get his life back together, back on track, for him AND Addy.
They BOTH deserve that much.
Lucky, their golden retriever, happy wagged his tail as he walked up to Blaine. He set his head on the man's lap, and in return, Blaine laughed, (knowing Lucky does this to recieve the craved attention) and he pet him gently on the head.
He got up, walked over to his computer, and sat down to check his email. As the computer bright screen lit up, he clicked on his inbox. Finding an email from NYU, he scrunched his dark, triangular eyebrows in confusion. As he opened it, a wide grin was on his face, and he pumped a fist in the air for good measures.
As Addy lay snoring in the next room, he thought, maybe it's MY turn. I may just finally BE happy. Addy and I both. Things MAY just go as planned...
xxxK&Bxxx
"I swear to Christ, Hummel, please shut Berry up! She's been fucking singing like a damn screeching cow in that shower for over an hour, and I WILL go all Lima Heights on her ass if Auntie Snix has NO hot water!" Santana ranted from the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for food.
"Rachel! Hurry the hell up!" Kurt shouted from behind his History textbook. "Shit...I swear San, if I don't pass this damn exam...my life is over..." Kurt said quietly, now staring off into space as reality hit him. He loathed failure.
"Oh, Lady Hummel, don't get your panties in a bunch, shit. You'll pass. I have my Mexican third eye..." She replied, walking back to the couch, holding a bag of Fritos and a coke.
"Some things never change..." Kurt mumbled as he went back to studying.
"Hummel, I know what your problem is..." Santana said examining her nails with some great importance.
"What's that?" Kurt wrote down his notes frantically with his No. 2 pencil, but not looking up.
"YOU, my friend, need a good lay."
Silence.
Kurt slowly looked up, "Really?" He deadpanned. "No thanks, not right now. San, you KNOW I don't have time for a boyfriend!"
"Oh, stop your complaining. Everyone knows if you were having SEX, Hummel, you wouldn't be so damn stressed all the time!" She retorted.
Kurt scoffed.
Yeah, that'd be great if I could find someone to like me. Kurt thought. The only boyfriend Kurt ever had was Sam in high school. They never got far, either. They only dated for about a month, before Sam transferred to a new school because his dad finally got a lucrative job. Sam...he was more of a...fling I guess you could say. Kurt has never really been in love.
"I second this." Elliot piped up from across the room in the recliner, texting away on his phone.
Kurt rolled his eyes, and stated sarcastically, "I'm so glad that my sex life is a concern to you all..."
"Just looking out for ya bro." Elliot smiled.
"Porcelain, we care about you." Santana said with sincerity in her voice.
Just then, Rachel happily came out, wearing only her white cotton towel. She hummed under her breath.
"Jesus, Berry put some clothes on..." Santana muttered.
"I'll have you know that I'm trying to let my skin breathe because I heard it's good for your vocal range...something about pores..." She mumbled, looking for her PJs.
Santana burst out laughing. "O-Ok...if you say so, Rach. My turn!" Santana skipped to the bathroom.
At the sound of the shower running, the curtain moving, they all heard a "GOD DAMN IT, BERRY!"
Rachel looked around guiltily, and with a shrug of her shoulders said, "Sorry?"
xxxK&Bxxx
Kurt tiredly rubbed his eyes, glanced at the clock, noting the time. 2:47am. Shit, I should really sleep...Kurt thought, yawning.
"Hummel?! You're STILL awake?!" Santana came into the living room, her Iphone 5 in her hand. "Didn't you go to bed, like, at 10:00?"
"Couldn't sleep..." Kurt mumbled sleepily.
"Dayum, you needs to sleep..." She said, sitting down next to him.
"I need alot of things, San..." Kurt said bluntly.
"Ok, you know what? C'Mon. You're done. Let's go to bed, Hummel." She reprimanded, closing his book and grabbing his arm.
Finally giving up, he sighed and followed her to his private bedroom, with his midnight blue curtain. He lay down on his bed, curling up against his pillow, and fell fast asleep.
xxxK&Bxxx
The remaining of that Sunday, Kurt slept for the most part, finally waking up at about 4:00pm. His stomach growled, and he headed for the kitchen. "Morning guys."
"It's 4 in the afternoon, Kurt." Rachel deadpanned.
"Uh-huh, cool..." He mumbled from behind the fridge door, searching for something substantial to eat, but only finding a couple of strawberry Yoplait yogurts, a gallon of whole milk, eggs, and a liter of diet coke. "Shit, I should go pick up some more groceries... " He complained.
"You do that, porcelain. Don't forget my frozen mexican burritos..." Santana said, flipping through the newest issue of Vogue magazine.
Kurt rolled his eyes, and closed the fridge, replying, "Ok, fine, I'm making a list. What do we need?" He prepared to write down the items.
"Bread."
"Mexican frozen burritos..."
"Cucumbers." Elliot said, walking out from the bathroom.
Kurt looked up, and repeated, "Cucumbers?"
"I'm on a diet, Kurt. Cucumber sandwiches." He said.
"O-K, have fun with that..." Kurt said, noting the vegetable on the list.
"Lemons, Kurt. And lots of them." Rachel said. "They are for my voice. I cannot risk losing my voice..."
"I know, I know. Sheesh. Some days, I have no idea how I put up with you guys..." Kurt retorted.
"You love us, Hummel." Santana smirked.
Kurt smiled, got up, and headed for the door. "Ok then, I'll be back later. I've got my phone, if you guys forgot anything else, just text me."
They all hummed, Santana leaning forward in concentration (obviously magazine forgotten), all of their eyes never leaving the current (and apparently, veeeery interesting) t.v. show.
Kurt closed the door quietly, stepping out into the warm sun. He squinted his eyes as he looked around. Lots of people were out walking their dogs, mingling with one another about the Sunday news, or just enjoying the sun in general. Kurt himself, loves sunny days like today. He pulled out his phone, checking the weather.
82 degrees and sunny! Not bad! Kurt thought, grinning. His phone pinged! with an incoming text, and he saw that Elliot texted him.
Elliot: Kuuuuurt? :(
Kurt: Yes, Elliot?
Elliot: Forget the damn cucumbers. Grab cookies. And pie. Lots of pie. I need pie, Kurt. :P
Kurt: ...ooookay? Cookies it is, then. :P
Elliot: You forgot the PIE, Kurt. -_-
Kurt: Right, PIE, too. Got it. BBL. Stay out of trouble. :)
Elliot: Moi? Difficulte? Psssh.
Kurt: Uh, huh. Later.
Kurt giggled as he walked faster to the store. Good thing they lived, like, right down the street from the local convenience store. As he texted Elliot back, he collided with another person. As a loud oompfh! escaped Kurt's mouth, he heard a smooth honey-like voice apologizing repeatedly.
"Oh god! I'm s-so sorry! S-Shoot!"
Kurt's head snapped up to see ohgodthatadorablemanfromtheparktheotherday staring right at him, as he dusted his bright yellow mustard-colored skinnies with a grunt.
Well, that's an interesting and differentbutsexy look for Mr. Hottie here...Kurt looked up, eyes wide and stuttered, "I-It's ok, I ...I should p-probably watch where I-I'm going next time..." He swallowed as he stared at Hunky Man up close. He really did have beautiful and warm honey eyes...wow, mesmerizing. Kurt thought.
The man laughed. "No, it's really my fault. Sorry again..." Mr. Gorgeous trailed off. "A-Are you ok...?" Mr. Sexy asked, touching Kurt's arm in concern.
Kurt's insides turned to mush as his body felt like it was on fire just from this beautiful man's warmth of his olive-skinned hand. "Yeah. Great." Kurt squeaked out. Wait! Where's his daughter? Kurt thought, looking around, because ohgodifIkeepSTARINGintothoseeyesI'llneverwanttoleavehim...
"Shoot! I'm l-late! Well, I'm sorry again, but I have to get going! Have a good day!" Mysterious hottie man walked off in a rush, Kurt's curelean eyes never leaving the nice round swell of the man's ass.
Snap out of it, Perv! He's older than you, anyway! Kurt frowned. But, oh sooooo gorgeous...
Kurt sighed deeply, and continued on his way, pocketing his phone.
xxxK&Bxxx
"Thank God, Hummel. You got my burritos!" Santana said in relief, as she pulled them out of the brown paper bag. She heated the oven, and made her snack.
Elliot cheered as his eyes landed on a lemon meringue pie. "Oh God, Kuuuuuurt..." Elliot moaned obscenely.
Kurt held up a finger, "I'm gonna stop you right there, buddy...it's just pie." Kurt said, putting the groceries in the cabinets.
"But, Kuuuuurt..." Elliot went on, eyes never leaving that pie, "when you eat cucumber sandwiches, every single day, for a week, it gets old."
"But, that's not MY fault, is it now?" Kurt said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Where's my lemons, Kurt?" Rachel asked sweetly.
"Fridge."
"Thanks!" Rachel exclaimed, heading for the fridge.
"No problem."
"Berry, you best back the hells away from my burritos, or else..." Santana started, snapping her fingers.
Rachel scoffed. Please, Santana, they wouldn't be good for my voice, anyway..." She trailed off, looking for the kettle, cutting board, and a knife.
Santana rolled her eyes.
Meanwhile, Kurt's mind went back to a pair of hazel orbs...I should have gotten his name...Kurt thought, frowning.
The four of them enjoyed the rest of the night, watching reruns of Desperate Housewives, all snuggled on the couch, with Elliot in the recliner happily eating his pie.
That night, as they all got ready for bed early due to early morning classes, or rehearsals, Kurt's dreams involved those familiar honey orbs, that gentle smile, and those thick, unruly curls...
xxxK&Bxxx
The next morning, Kurt woke up, feeling completely refreshed.
And horny. Because of certain dreams...
And late! SHIT! No! Kurt rushed out, slamming the door on the way out. He jumped in his Lincoln Navigator (16th birthday present from his father, Kurt was estatic!) and sped to the university.
Finally, as he made his way into his histroy class, (with seconds to spare) he sat down with a thump!
"Bad morning, porcelain?" Santana said coyly from behind him.
"You have NO idea..." He muttered, pulling out his college notebook and notes.
"Class, sorry I'm late! From what I understand, you guys have an exam today, so please put all notes, textbooks, and notebooks away. The only thing on your desk should be a No. 2 pencil."
Wait. I fucking KNOW that voice...what the...Kurt's head snapped up, looking right at SexyhothandsomebutolderohwellwhothehellcaresNOWguyfromthepark! Kurt's mouth hung open.
"Hummel, close your mouth, you're drooling..." Santana sneered.
When...when did he become a teacher?! What happened to Mrs. Thorne? Oh FUCK! IS THIS FATE? IS THIS REALLY TRULY FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME?! Kurt started to hyperventilate. "I-It's him..." Kurt whispered in awe.
"Who?" she asked.
"Mr. Dreamy..." Kurt answered her with a lovestruck smile, setting his chin on his palm, his eyes never leaving wait, Mr. Anderson...as the hot teacher wrote his name on the board. He turned and started to pass out the exam papers.
Kurt cleared his throat, looking down, his head and neck feeling hot from the embarrassment. All of a sudden, the names of Aaron+Michelle=Love perfectly etched into his desk seemed interesting, as he waited for Mr. Anderson, holy shit! to come by to give him his test paper...
"Hey, I know you..."
Kurt looked up slowly, beet red as he stared into the teacher's eyes. "H-Hey..." He whispered timidly.
Mr. Anderson smiled. "Nice to see you in one piece,...?"
"K-Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
"Kurt. Ok, then, well good luck on your exam, Kurt."
"Thanks." Kurt's eyes never left Mr. Anderson's adorable gaze.
The history teacher left, and Kurt let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding.
"He's hot. Hummel, you best tap that ass, or I will..." Santana teased.
Kurt threw his head on his desk, mumbling under his breath, "I'm SO screwed..."
A/N: Aaaaaand? What's the verdict? How did I do? Yes, I know. I mentioned at the very beginning, I started this Tuesday, and it's now Friday, but I have kids, so therefore, it's harder to just type all this in one day. Please, please let me know how I did! Review? Should I go on? Or is it perfect the way it is? :)
-Marianne :P