Title: Snapshots 1/?
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Dave Karofsky/OMC, Jesse/Rachel, Finn/OFC, Puck/Lauren, and many more
Warnings: None, this is pretty much pure fluff till later chapters.
Spoilers: Up to BIOTA, but passed that is AU.
Summary: "Snapshots in the life of Kurt and Blaine, their children, and the awesome shenanigans of said children and their friends."
Notes: This is unbeta'd, so I deeply apologize for my mistakes!
Kurt POV
Kurt was most definitely, completely ready for this day. Most certainly. Not a speck of doubt.
Really.
It's not like he had a choice about the matter anyhow. He watched little Adam building some sort of fort with his Cheerios (those iwould/i be his favorite cereal, Kurt thought ruefully), and felt a tightness in his chest.
"Blaine..." His husband sighed with a tired sort of fondness from his place at the coffeemaker: amused but clearly not wanting to have this discussion again.
"We have to send him to kindergarten, Kurt. There are laws."
Kurt wanted to fire back some sort of retort about there being laws about various things that people never followed. Speeding, underage drinking, destroying the ozone layer with non-organic hair gel...not that he was trying to get personal, of course. He settled for strring his coffee with particular vigor.
"We could always home school..." he muttered hopefully.
He knew the moment the words left his mouth that this was the wrong thing to say. Blaine was wearing that grin, with one eyebrow and the corner of his mouth both cocked up.
"Do you want to stay home all day and try to force knowledge into Adam's head?"
Kurt glanced back across the table at their son, who'd stopped eating and was now staring quietly at his daddy. He was all big innocent blue eyes under an adorable mop of black curls, looking all for the world as if he'd never cause an ounce of trouble or do anything annoying what so ever. Kurt supposed that if no one knew Adam, they'd think he was some sort of little cherub of a boy.
Down that way lied madness.
Sighing, Kurt made a conciliatory hand gesture towards his husband and went back to nursing his cup of coffee. He knew it was a losing battle; even if one of them did give up working to teach Adam at home, it wouldn't last. The money they would save from daycare for Adam and their one year old daughter Victoria wouldn't even come close to aiding the gap caused by one of them taking off. Not to mention the actual effort of teaching. He and Blaine had patience-patience of saints even, after putting up with each other for so long-but nothing could try their nerves like their beloved son.
Sure, he was all innocent doe-eyes now, almost certainly preparing to charm his new kindergarten teacher senseless. Undoubtedly, he'd be good for awhile, a model kindergarten student even. Taking naps on time, coloring mostly in the lines, reciting his numbers and alphabet...
Kurt gave it a week. Tops.
Admittedly, this was better than Blaine's time estimate of "until we pull out of the school parking lot and are out of sight and hearing range."
It wasn't that Adam was bad per say. He was just...dynamic. He supposed that came from having Blaine and him as parents. Though at least Adam was still young enough that the furniture jumping was a little cute. Not so much with Blaine. (Okay, so maybe Kurt thought it was a little cute, particularly when it happened between some sort of atypically militant pillow war that Kurt didn't quite know the rules of and couldn't be bothered to learn.)
Blaine slid into the seat between his son and husband and reached out, giving Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll be fine."
Blaine's tentative smile and nod, neither of which reached his eyes, did nothing to reassure Kurt.
Blaine's POV
There was absolutely no way this was going to end well. That, Blaine Anderson was sure of.
He craned his neck to see Adam and Victoria through the rear view mirror of the car. All seemed calm now; Adam was quietly but determinedly fidgeting in his car seat, attempting an escape while Victoria watched and just as determinedly chewed her toy key ring. Even with four years difference, Adam and Vicky had a tight bond. The bond that he usually loved but right now Blaine dreaded. Because chances are when baby Vicky realized Adam wasn't going to daycare with her?
Well, she'd definitely inherited Kurt's lungs, and let's leave it at that.
Blaine honestly had no idea how he'd kept from leaping into jubilant agreement with Kurt when he'd recommended keeping Adam at home. He was so small compared to other boys his age, and Blaine remembered being the small boy on the playground. Even the completely innocent roughhousing little boys did could leave nasty bruises. And though there was absolutely nothing wrong with it, Blaine really didn't want Adam to end up like him and Kurt at his age: that lone little boy who ended up only playing with the girls of his class.
He wondered if this is what his and Kurt's respectively parents worried about when driving them to their first days of school. And if so, how they had kept from just turning around and driving back home and possibly wrapping them in bubble wrap until they were at least twelve. Or eighteen.
Maybe thirty.
Mentally forcing down the urge to run, Blaine instead turned into parking lot of River Woods Elementary, thinking back to the "Preview Day" he and Kurt had visited. The teacher had seemed so sweet and hadn't even hesitated at him and Kurt, which had honestly been one of the biggest concerns they'd had. She'd even been sure to inform them that Adam wouldn't be the only boy in class who had two fathers. Blaine wasn't naive enough to think this would make the two boys friends, but at least they could be allies if someone said anything.
After parking, Blaine sat staring at the steering wheel, wondering why he'd assured Kurt he'd be okay to drive the children himself today. Well asides the fact he didn't want Kurt to start crying in public. Not that he wasn't close to having his own little freak out (and was totally planning on it, once he was at work, safely sequestered in his office), but he didn't think Adam would appreciate it. The little boy was fiercely independent and completely unaware of the many ways the world could and likely would knock him down. Steeling himself and plastering a show-worthy smile on his face, Blaine shifted back to look at Adam.
"Ready for your first day of school, buddy?" Adam's eyes and smile both widened, and his legs swung back and forth wildly against the car's bench seat. "Mhmm!" he nodded vigorously, black curls flying all over the place. Blaine relaxed slightly. Perhaps this would all turn out okay? He couldn't really imagine Adam not making at least a few good friends. Even if none of them were boys, there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. He'd probably make more male friends as he got older. And he and Kurt had turned out generally okay.
Adam pretty much launched himself out of the car as soon as Blaine undid the buckles of his car seat; Blaine had to perform the age old parents trick of the mid-air child catch before Adam managed to land face first on the blacktop. As he was lifting Adam back up to a reasonable level, he heard a voice that made him stop cold.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
Wincing internally, Blaine shifted Adam onto his hip (which Adam hated, since he was a big boy now and more than capable of walking himself thank-you-very-much, Dad) and turned around.
He was surprised how little Dave Karofsky had changed since high school.