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May 26th, 1993

"Oh, do you mind if I sit here?"

Rory looked up and blinked at the sun. Partially blind, he said "'course not" and the woman asking for a seat sighed in relief, sitting down next to him on the bench.

"I swear, if this baby doesn't come out soon, I'm getting a wheelchair!"

Rory wasn't sure if the woman was talking to him but smiled a little anyway, only then noticing her undeniably big belly.

"Boy or a girl?" he asked.

"Girl, they said. But I don't know how reliable that is," the woman said, stroking the bump gently. "I don't care either way. Just as long as she or he is healthy and happy and grows up to meet someone wonderful so I can have grand-babies. Ha, goodness! Listen to me talking about being a grandma when my first child isn't even due for another week! Typical for me though, I mean, I had my wedding planned months before my oblivious husband actually popped the question. Made it easier though, he wasn't much of a help. My gosh, I'm rambling! I must be boring you to death!"

"Not at all," Rory smiled, strangely enjoying hearing about this stranger's life.

Now that his eyes weren't affected by the sun anymore, Rory noticed that the woman looked familiar. Even with a baby in her belly, she was really pretty and her eyes were stunningly blue.

Just like...

"Ooh!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, the baby just kicked. Does that a lot. You're gonna be a feisty one, aren't ya. Yeah, you are!" the mom-to-be cooed. "But Mommy is tired so why don't you settle down, too, huh? Wanna hear a lullaby?"

She started to sing Mockingbird, something Rory remembered hearing many times when he was younger. He couldn't help but listen, her singing voice was like honey. She had a little smile on her face and it was obvious just how much she already loved the unborn child.

It hit Rory like a bang.

The eyes.

The hair.

The voice.

The song.

She was...

"Elizabeth!"

Rory had to fight to keep his expression neutral when he saw his grandpa Burt, a lot younger but certainly recognizable. He was holding two cones of ice cream.

"How did you manage to disappear with that belly of yours?" he asked, holding out one of the cones to his wife.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" she gasped but Rory heard the giggle in her voice.

"You are gorgeous, darling, but let's face it: you're bigger than the Monster Trucks we saw last week."

Monster Trucks? This pale, beautiful woman dressed in a sun dress with flowers on it had gone to watch a Monster Truck show?

"You could have just say 'No, of course not! I love you'," Elizabeth huffed. "And then give me your ice cream as well," she added, licking away the ice cream threatening to melt on her fingers.

"I do love you," Burt said and leaned down to give Elizabeth a small kiss. "But you're not getting my ice cream."

"I am carrying your baby in this huge belly of mine, I hope you know."

"As if you'd ever let me forget, honey."

Elizabeth crossed her arms across her chest and at that moment she looked so much like Kurt that Rory had to look away so he wouldn't stare. Of course he had seen pictures of his Dad's mom but this was different and so much better. Oh Gosh, how he started hoping he would come back again, maybe have an actual conversation with her...

Oh, if he could only bring his Dad with him...

"...LOVE chocolate!"

Rory was brough back from his thoughts by a particularly loud whine from Elizabeth as she tried to reach for Burt's ice cream.

"Well, then you should have asked for chocolate. You asked for Strawberry. I bought you strawberry."

"One word, Burt. Hormones." Silence. "Wild hormones. Pregnant woman hormones. Running wild as this baby could literally be born any time now. Your baby, may I remind you again. Who I have been carrying for the last 9 months. Cravings, nausea, swelling, ah! You'll never know what it's like! And now you're denying me the one thing I want this very moment, you cruel, cruel..."

"Alright, fine, have it!" Burt finally gave in. Elizabeth let out a very Kurt-like squeal and took the dessert from him, taking a huge bite. "Wait. You're not giving me the other one?"

"No. What made you think I would?"

Okay, Rory had to laugh. Elizabeth smiled at him while Burt just frowned. "Sorry," Rory chuckled. "She just kind of made me hope I could use hormones as an excuse to get extra ice cream."

"For boys hormones are an excuse to do a lot of other things," Elizabeth said. "But I swear, none of them are as good as this ice cream. Thank you so much, sweetie, I love you so much!"

Burt sighed as Elizabeth literally smashed the two cones together so she could lick them at the same time. "Pick up tips, kid. You'll in my position one day."

I doubt it... Rory thought but didn't say anything, just plastered on another one of his winning smiles. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his grandma (although it was really weird to call her that, as she was so young) and was pretty sure he could look at her for the rest of the week without getting tired.

Kurt really hadn't been lying when he had told about her.

At this thought, Rory felt the pull. He stood up quickly, knowing he would freak out the whole park if he disappeared right there.

"I have to go. Uh... Lunch time," he said. His grandparents raised their eyebrows at him and he realized he didn't know what time it was exactly. "It was really nice meeting you. Good luck tomorrow!"

Rory kicked himself mentally as he started to walk away, hearing Elizabeth say "tomorrow?" with a confused voice. Okay, so nothing dramatic would happen. For all he knew, if he hadn't said it his Dad really wouldn't have been born for another week. But still, giving out bits of information such as that, however meaningless they were to the people who heard them, always made him a little nervous.

He managed to make it to the restroom in McDonald's two seconds before he was pulled back to the future.

March 3rd, 2034

Blaine looked up when he heard a knock on the door. He was slightly annoyed with all the paper-work he had to fill and was all but ready to snap at whoever interrupted him but his face softened instantly when he saw his son.

"Rory! Hey, kid, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not disturbing you or anything, am I?"

"No, you could never. Come in." Rory closed the door of the office softly behind him. "So what brings you here?"

Rory shrugged. "I travelled today."

"Oh?" Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Something unpleasent?"

"No. Fun, actually. Just... I don't know. Weird, in a way. And... I don't know how to tell Dad about it."

"Why is that?" Blaine frowned.

"I... I met grandma. Elizabeth, I mean. Grandma Elizabeth." Blaine's eyes widened slightly and it was all Rory seemed to need for the word-flood to break through: "It was the 26th of May! In 1993, the day before Dad was born! And she was pretty, gosh, she... She looked like Sleeping Beauty or something! She was singing, too, to her belly. You know what that's like? Knowing she's singing to a baby that will be born within the next 24 hours and oh, that baby just happens to grow up to be one of the men who adopt you?"

Rory paused, as if waiting for an answer and all Blaine could say was: "No, I can't say that I know how that feels. But Rory..."

"It was so cool to actually meet her, she was super-friendly and just... just like I imagined her to be. And I really want to tell Dad but I don't know... I mean... How will he feel? She died when he was eight but I can go and see her? How is that fair? She talked about becoming a grandma, Papa! She talked about grandchildren and I was right there! And then grandpa Burt showed up and they started bickering like only people madly in love do and she looked just. like. Dad and it took me everything I had so that I wouldn't just blurt out HEY my name is Rory and that baby is one of my dads and..." Rory sighed. "She was so young when she died..."

Blaine stood up slowly but Rory didn't seem to notice. He was far too interested in the carpet.

"And Dad... we was still so young, too. Way too young. It must have beel awful, I mean... I can't... even imagine... I could never..."

Rory didn't finish but he didn't have to, Blaine knew what he meant. He put a small, comforting smile on his face as he put both of his hands on his son's shoulders and squeezed. "How about we go home right now and tell your Dad about your little adventure together? He wouldn't want you to keep this from him, trust me. He has said multiple times that he wishes you'd get to see her. He'll be delighted."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Come on, he should be home by now."

"Don't you have to sign those?" Rory nodded at the never-ending pile of papers on Blaine's desk. Blaine knew it would bite him in the ass tomorrow but how could he care about something like that now?

"Doesn't matter. Come on, let's go home.

They reached the house about half an hour later and sure enough, Kurt was there, already preparing dinner as it was Friday night.

"You're early," he said when Blaine placed a light kiss on his cheek. "You're late," he added to Rory, pointing a fork at him. "Travelled?"

"Yeah..."

"And how many classed did you miss?"

Kurt's voice was more amused than anything, although sometimes Rory knew it was to keep other emotions from showing. This time he seemed genuinely relaxed though, which made the teen want to back-pedal with his plan. He glanced at Blaine who gave an encouraging nod.

"I missed half of Social Studies. But it was worth it."

"Oh yeah? Where did you end up?" Kurt asked, now holding a spoon up so Blaine would taste the soup he had on the stove.

"1993." The spoon froze in mid-air. "March 26th," Rory specified. There was a short silence before he whispered: "She was so beautiful, Dad."

There was a quiet clang and a second later Kurt's arms were wrapped around Rory. Rory squeezed his eyes shut and hugged back and nothing else needed to be said for a long whike.

Later that evening all three of them went through old photo-albums and for the first time in years, Rory fell asleep to the sound of his dads singing Mockingbird.

I did say this fic was gonna be fluffy, didn't I? I think I may just put a hug in each chapter :)

There's never TOO much fluff in the world, is there? Although I do have a bit of angst planned... Just a heads up. For later.

Alright, now I have to focus on my two big stories. And I have a 45 minute presentation to prepare for, 9 hour shifts to look forward to on the weekend and black shoes to buy...

Love you all, Happy first Glee Tuesday of 2012!