Author's Note: Just a little warning. Whenever this story starts dripping into Kurt's high school time it isn't going to be exactly like the show because, honestly, I can't be bothered to find every single line and event and put it in here. This is gonna be my thing and mine only. Now, read on.
"Hey, shorty," Taylor drawled with that cute little British accent and to die for grin that showed off his cute dimple. He ruffled Kurt's hair.
Kurt couldn't find it in his inner diva to snap at him about touching his prized locks because he was still finding it hard to comprehend that his Crush, The Quarterback, was talking to him and had already given him a nickname. "H-hi," he stuttered, his voice raising in pitch. His cheeks flushed red and he decided to try cracking a joke in order to cover up his embarrassment. "I'm absolutely clueless in the diaper-changing department so you're gonna have to change her diapers."
"Joyous days ahead," he said sarcastically, clasping his hands together. "Seems I'm already the girl of this relationship."
That got Kurt blushing once again because, whether intended or not, Taylor had just implied that they were in a relationship. But he was only joking, right? They were only interacting because of a school project. Purely professional.
Kurt was having a hard time staying professional...
"Congratulations!" The teacher had finally got to their table. "It's a girl!" she sing-songed, way too happy for a teacher, handed Kurt his daughter, wrapped in a pink blanket.
The other boy whistled lowly. "I take back what I said about being the girl 'cuz I really hope you popped that sucker out." His face scrunched up in imaginary pain wincing.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of either of them "popping out" a baby. He looked down at their daughter and felt an overwhelming onslaught of love for the doll. "She's beautiful," he murmured, smiling.
"Yes you are."
Kurt's head shot up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. "What?" he asked because surely he had heard Taylor wrong.
The handsome teenager stood up from his seat and came very close to Kurt. "I said you're beautiful." His fingers tickled Kurt's cheek.
He giggled, blushing softly and looking down at the baby to get away from his intense gaze. He was falling, hard and fast.
Glee Time Warp
"Hey, Dad," Kurt spoke into Taylor's home phone. "I'm at a friend's house to work on a project for school," he explained, twirling the chord between his fingers, feeling the other boy's eyes on him from the living room, looking down at the granite counter self-consciously.
"What kind of project?" he asked, sounding like he had wanted to ask some other question but had decided not to.
"Um, we have to take care of a baby for two weeks. You know, changing the diaper, feeding it, waking up to take care of it in the middle of the night... stuff like that. We're also working on parenting skills so I'll have to stay the night... if that's okay with you," he explained.
"Are her parents there?" Burt asked, because any father would, although he had little to worry about considering he was about ninety percent sure his son was gay. He was still getting used to the fact but he had been getting used to it since he was three- he had made it pretty far.
"Um... it's a guy. And his parents are home," he rushed, his cheeks burning with a blush, wondering if his dad could read between the lines and just tell that he was gay. What would he do then? Kick him out? Send him somewhere that would change him? Hate him? He didn't want to find out.
Surprisingly, the dad kept his cool, because there was still that ten percent chance his boy was actually interested in girls, and he had never given any confirmation of the wordy sort. He didn't want to assume anything and make his son angry. "Alright. Have fun."
Kurt smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Dad. Be home tomorrow sometime." They said goodbye and Kurt hung up. He went to sit back down beside Taylor, who was examining the baby like it was a new lifeform that had just landed on his couch that he was afraid to touch but he really wanted to.
Kurt couldn't help the giggle that escaped him before plopping down onto the soft couch. "She isn't going to bite you... but I wouldn't say the same for that thing. What is it exactly?" he asked, picking up their child and pointing a wary finger at a lump of brown... something... on the floor.
"Aw, c'mon!" he said, whining like a five-year-old, which was oddly cute. "Mr. Fuzzles couldn't hurt a fly!" He hopped up to grab his dog and brought him to the couch.
"Mr. Fuzzles?" he asked, raising an eyebrow disbelievingly. "What are you, five?" he inquired, leaning as far away from the thing as he could get.
"I was when I got him!" Taylor defended, stroking the dog's fur that was so long it completely covered his face and legs, making him look like a brown wig. "And the name kinda... stuck. C'mon, pet him. He's really sweet and clean beneath this mess." He grabbed Kurt's hand with such a gentleness and coaxed it through the fur. "He won't bite, I promise," he whispered as Kurt still resisted.
Kurt was in total shock at how sweet Taylor was being, which is the only way he allowed his hand to be ran through the dog's fur. It was actually rather soft, if he was being truthful, and Mr. Fuzzles was really sweet, gently licking his hand. He might just be falling in love with this dog.
"He... he is... pretty sweet," Kurt admitted, reluctant to say differently seeing as he had been convinced that he would bite him early. "Can I... can I hold him?"
Taylor smiled and nodded. "Go 'head. He loves it if you put him on his back and scratch his stomach."
The smaller boy did just that, laughing when the dog's back leg went haywire when he scratched this one spot on his stomach, panting happily. "He's precious!" he whispered/yelled, caressing the puppies face.
The other boy laughed triumphantly. "Didn't I tell ya?" He rolled his eyes then saddled up closer to Kurt, their daughter in his lap. "We've still gotta think up a name. It's gotta be totally bad ass."
"Our daughter's name will not be bad ass. I like the old-fashioned names that are no longer being used. Like... Rosalie. Or Alice. Something of the sort," he said, rambling because of the boy's close proximity. He felt so confused because his brain was warring with his heart over whether liking a boy was wrong or right. His brain reminded him of how many times he had been called nasty names(that he had finally thought to look up the definition to and later wished he hadn't) and his heart reminded him about Rachel's dads(she was always talking about them and how happy they were). But his brain also screamed, "THINK ABOUT YOUR DAD!" which always got him every single fucking time.
Kurt shook his head, scooting away from Taylor and farther down the couch.
"You totally stole those names from Twilight, Princess," Taylor pointed out with an amused smirk.
Kurt's single eyebrow shot up. "I should slap that smirk right off your face." At the boy's confused expression, he leaned closer and elaborated, "You knew they were from Twilight, didn't you?"
"Goddammit," he swore softly, snapping his fingers, frowning at getting caught. "I only watched it once, ya know... with my cousin..." he said, sounding much more defensive for him to have been telling the truth.
Kurt smirked. "And Alexander McQueen didn't make this knee-length sweater," he shot back.
Taylor looked even more confused. "Um... did he?"
"Yes, he did. And I'm offended you must even ask such a stupid question."
"Whoa, kitty's got claws."
"Don't call me kitty."
"I think I just did."
"Well-" Kurt was cut off by Taylor's lips, sliding easily on his own, and every thought left his mind. He didn't have a single idea of what to do, so his arms hung limply in his lap, feeling quite awkward, and let Taylor lead the waltz. His lips merely mimicked.
Just as the dominant boy was sensually licking Kurt's bottom lip, a high-pitched whine emitted from his lap, followed quickly by an obnoxious sobbing. Both broke apart to look down at their daughter, Taylor with fearful eyes and Kurt, though he was freaking out on the inside, looked like the epitome of calm, no matter how jumbled up his head was after that amazing, but utterly unexpected, kiss.
Calmly, Kurt picked up the baby and grabbed the ring of keys their teacher had given them, each with their own label; food, burp, sleep, diaper-change. He first tried the food one, inserting it in the baby's back, and she immediately calmed down, cooed softly, and went silent.
He smiled down at their daughter. "I like Annabel," he murmured, like she was actually falling asleep in his arms as he rocked her.
Taylor released a low breath, like he'd been holding it since the crying had started. "Yeah, Annabel's pretty bad ass." He slung his arm casually around Kurt.
The boy being subjected to the torture of the sexiness that is Taylor Hann tried not too think to much about everything that had just transpired. Like the kiss. And the arm around his shoulders. And the close proximity. And the lips on his own. And the gentle hands taking Annabel and placing her in the baby car seat sitting on the coffee table. And the same hands pushing him to lie back on the couch. And the making out until Taylor's mom got hom...
When exactly had Annabel started to cry again?
Both boys started freaking when they finally noticed Annabel's impatient cry. Taylor was the first to get her, not entirely certain which key to use so he just put in a random one, which turned out to be sleep. He sighed in frustration.
"She needs to be burped," Kurt pointed out, remembering that they'd just fed her, at the same time Jenny Hann, Taylor's mom, asked, "What's going on?" as she walked into the living room.
Taylor managed to put in the burping key and quiet the baby down before turning to his mom. "Uh, project for home ec," he explained. "Parenting 101."
I need to be taking Survival 101, Kurt thought gravely, regretting that he'd just fully made out with a boy. Oh, Gaga, what would my dad say if he found out? He shook that thoughts from his head.
"Oh." Mrs. Hann nodded in understanding. "Who's your friend?" she asked.
She reminded Kurt of Bree Van de Kamp-Hodge from Desperate Housewives. The one that looks like the perfect housewife, mother, neighbor, and friend when, on the inside, is a damaged, imperfect, woman that would stop at nothing to protect her family. How ironic- Bree's son, much like Mrs. Hann's, was also homosexual. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or fear the physical similarities- maybe Mrs. Hann was also a housewife and had her own secrets. That would be way too creepy.
"Kurt Hummel. We've been assigned to be partners for this project. He's gonna stay the night, kay?" he explained, sounding more like he'd demanded that Kurt stay the night instead of asked.
"Of course!" she immediately agreed, smiling at the smaller boy. "You can call me Jenny or Mrs. Hann, whichever you prefer. Would you boy's like some snacks?" She half-turned back to the kitchen.
Kurt smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Mrs. Hann."
"Thanks, Mom," Taylor said a few seconds after the other boy, walking over to quickly hug his mother. He returned to the couch.
"No problem," she replied, breezily moving back into the kitchen.
Taylor stared at Annabel for a few minutes while Kurt looked at him, wondering what to say that would break the awkwardness he felt so clearly. "Um... did you mean it?" he asked softly.
"What?" the other boy inquired, looking away from the baby.
"Uh... um, never mind." He blushed and looked down at a barely visible stain on the couch.
"Ah, you mean the kiss," he breathed knowingly. "Of course I meant it. I would never kiss someone I didn't like. And I really, really," he caressed the smaller boy's cheek, "like you, Kurt Hummel."
It took everything in Kurt not to swoon like a girl. But he did blush and bite his bottom lip which was probably just as bad.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Taylor suggested, smiling in a way that made Kurt's heart flutter as he nodded. He stood up and walked over to the TV, crouching down to open up the glass case it sat on that held all the DVDs. "How about a Disney movie? I haven't seen Aladdin in forever." He held up the DVD.
Kurt smiled brightly. "Aladdin is my favorite Disney movie! Though it couldn't possibly be more cliched. You know, with the whole damsel in distress thing. I mean, when does that ever happen in real life."
"That's the beauty of fiction. It can be anything that can never be," the jock said in a mysteriously sexy way, giving Kurt a grin he could only describe as wolfish, before popping open the case and setting everything up.
Mrs. Hann walked in just then, holding a plate of chips, cheese dip, and salsa. She set them down on the coffee table. "Sorry it took so long. Your father called saying that he won't be home for dinner," she informed her son like it was an every day occurrence.
"'Kay, Mom," he replied, grabbing the correct remote and returning to the couch.
The mother left, saying something about working on her novel and only to disturb her if someone's dying. She entered her makeshift office, clicking the lock securely behind her.
"You mom's an author?" Kurt inquired curiously as the previews rolled onto the screen.
"She writes," Taylor corrected. "And she's been writing the same novel since I can remember- which was when I was... five, I think." He glanced at Annabel, who had been placed back in her carrier, and carelessly grabbed her foot(because she was just a doll, right?) and she immediately began to cry.
Kurt quickly snatched the baby from him, settling her right-side-up. "Babies aren't meant to be held by their feet, idiot! If you had been holding an actual baby you could have possibly dislocated her foot!" he informed him frantically.
Taylor held up his hands in surrender. "My bad! I'm sorry, baby." He wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, leaning over his lap so he could look up at the younger boy. "Very," he glanced down, at Kurt's lap, and kissed his thigh, moving up, dangerously close to where he had imagined Taylor's mouth so many times but now that it was happening he didn't know what to do, "sorry." He finally placed a kiss right there.
Kurt wasn't ready at all for doing any of that... gay stuff... and he didn't even know for sure if he even did like boys... or at least he kept telling himself that... so he was glad when Taylor backed off and simply watched the movie, sitting very close to Kurt. He wasn't ready for this, he knew, but he couldn't help falling under Taylor's love spell.
Little did he know, it was just that- a spell, and nothing more.
Glee Time Warp
Kurt and Taylor didn't make out four days afterward, because the younger boy was far too scared to keep it going or initiate. He wasn't ready- "THINK OF YOUR DAD!"- no, he wasn't gay. But the temptation was beginning to be far too much and he finally decided that, tonight, when they were sprawled out on Taylor's Queen Sized bed, he would make a move, forgetting the consequences and how wrong it was.
Kurt was already in Taylor's room, tucking in Annabel in her little makeshift crib beside the bed so that her crying would be heard and wake the boys up. Taylor was in the connected bathroom, showering, and the younger boy was trying so hard to keep images of him, water dripping down his perfectly toned, naked body, out of his head.
"I hope you'll never have so much trouble with boys when you grow up," he spoke softly to Annabel. "Or girls. I won't judge you," he added as an afterthought. He then snorted at himself. He was talking to a doll like it was actually going to grow up some day. Holy Gaga...
Kurt slid off his silky pajama top, feeling suddenly self-conscious. He hoped he didn't look as flabby as he did when he looked in the bathroom mirror after his own shower earlier. He let it fall off his right arm and down into a pile of light blue on the floor at his feet. He pulled himself up on the humongous bed, crawling to the center, where he laid on his back. Merely thinking about making out with a guy he really liked was totally driving him crazy with nervousness- and turning him on a bit.
They would keep they're pants on, Kurt thought as a way of setting limits.
That was broken the second Taylor walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist and he said, "Forgot my clothes out here," but he never did put his clothes on, loosing the towel in fact as Kurt lost his pants...
And Kurt wasn't ready when, at the exact same time, he completely was.
Glee Time Warp
Kurt couldn't look his dad in the eyes when he got home the next day, because he was pretty sure he could read the sex and shame on his face. He hadn't been ready last night to go as far as they did and now he regretted it but Taylor had also said, afterward, that he loved him, and that made things a little better but, at the same time, nothing was any better. It was an odd mix.
Burt and Sue were watching a football game anyway, so it was easy to slip inside, call out saying it was indeed Kurt, and hurry downstairs. He wondered why their father-son relationship was slowly deteriorating and why his aunt was avoiding him like the black plague. He wondered if, somehow, they had found out and they were completely and utterly ashamed of him, disgusted by him.
He couldn't possibly face Taylor again but he really wanted to and do exactly what they did last night, if not more.
He placed Annabel's carrier down on his bed, because it was his turn to go two days with their daughter, then Taylor would come over and spend the night. He stroked the little hair she had, which was surprisingly soft, then went to put up the few clothes he had taken to Taylor's, because he couldn't possibly have them get wrinkly, though he would iron them anyway. He glanced in the mirror after hanging up his outfits and gaped at the little purple bruise-like thing in the crook of his neck, which only reminded him of the shameful thing he did last night and how he had almost lost his v-card.
Kurt groaned, falling back onto the couch which had been conveniently placed behind him, so he wouldn't fall straight on his butt and dirty his light green jeans. Why must he be gay? Why couldn't he be straight and make everything so much easier?
Back in the living room, it was half time during the football game and Burt had just downed the last of his first beer. "I'm gonna get another. Sure you don't want one?" he asked, looking at Sue, who was still wearing her track suit because she had come here straight from her job at the high school.
"Daddeo. How 'bout you sit back down." She gestured back to the couch, still looking at the meaningless commercial playing on the TV. It was now or never.
Burt frowned, confused, but plopped back down onto the couch. "What?"
"Kurt's gay. And so far in denial he's swimming in it. And he's swimming down deep without a snorkel. So deep his head will soon implode," she deadpanned.
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