The Oddest Twenty-Four Hours
A school project between Kurt and Sam three months ago leads them both to a strangest situation for the next twenty-four hours of their high school life.
Loosely based off "The Odd Life of Timothy Green"
Hevans
Disclaimer: I do not own glee just Rowan
Four: Evil isn't Born
Figgins watched as Burt Hummel and Edgar Anderson took their seats from across from him. The two boys, Sam and Blaine, were sitting in the room separating them, awaiting to be brought in. "Gentlemen, I called you both here from your occupations to inform you that your children have been involved in a fight. Several witnesses have said that it was Mr. Anderson who started it but I would like the boys to speak for themselves."
"Blaine in a fight?" Edgar asked. "I can't say that its not something that hasn't happened before but not in years."
"What were the fighting about?"
"I don't know," Figgins said. "Something about Kurt Hummel. Sue had dragged him off but I can imagine she's escorting him here as we speak."
"My boy? My boy is the cause of a fight?" Burt asked.
"Yes." Figgins said and waved towards his secretary who told the boys to go inside. Sam and Blaine sat on opposite sides, Sam near Burt while Blaine sat close to his father. "Now boys I would like to know why you both started a fist fight."
"He kissed my boyfriend!" Blaine shouted glaring daggers at Sam.
"Correction, he was your ex-boyfriend. He broke up with you." The blonde countered.
Both parents looked at their respected children (in Burt's case, ward) and then at each other. "Kurt broke up with you and you got into a fight because a boy decided to kiss him?" Edgar asked.
"Kurt asked Blaine to kiss him and Blaine didn't want to. And I wasn't hitting him back until he shoved Rowan to the ground." Sam glared coldly at the curled haired boy. Edgar looked puzzled while Burt looked furious.
"Who is Rowan?" Figgins asked.
"My son," Sam said, not caring that Figgins was looking like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. "Blaine shoved him when my son tired to get him off of me."
"You shoved a child!" Edgar looked furious. "Blaine we taught you better than that!"
"He's not their son! It's a prank dad!" Blaine defended.
Figgins looked past them and murmured a prayer. "That does not look like a prank."
Edgar looked behind him and saw a ten year old boy being set down by Kurt before he rushed into the room, not caring he was being stared at. He jumped into Sam's lap and buried his face in his chest. "Papa," he whispered as he tried to stop hiccuping. He had been crying since Kurt picked him up and rushed them to the office. After getting him checked out in the nurse's office to see if he had any injuries (there were none) they made it to the principal's office.
"I'm okay buddy," Sam assured him. "Just a few scratches."
Kurt scoffed and smiled weakly at his father and Mr. Anderson before his gaze turned cold when Blaine looked like a kicked puppy.
"Good Lord," Edgar arose and walked to the boy, bending down to examine him. "He really does look like both of them. How did this happen?" he asked looking at the two boys.
"We had a project three months ago. We had to create a child; appearance, personality, etc. When we presented, neither of us had thought of an age. We had everything else. Name, hair, who he looked like the most. But I couldn't think of an age. I didn't want him to be a teenager or a small child," Kurt sighed.
"I decided he could be ten. It was in between the age scales. After we presented, the idea kind of stuck. Having a child would have been awesome but we just figured it would never be with each other. But yesterday he showed up," Sam explained, smiling down at his son. "He's been with us not a whole day and we loved him already."
Rowan peered up at them. "And I love you guys too,"
"You can't be serious?"
All eyes turned on Blaine. "Seriously? You all believe that!?"
"The evidence is rather physical Blaine." His father said.
"No it isn't! It's fucking prank!"
"Don't you dare use that kind of language around my child!" Kurt shouted, his eyes cutting into his ex boyfriend's. "You have no right to be angry at something that is a miracle in itself. You don't have a right to be prissy because its not something that happened to you!"
"Hate makes you bitter," a tiny explained and everyone turned to Rowan. "You're bitter because you realized long ago that you didn't love my Daddy- and there's more. I don't know what it is and I won't pry. You let him fall in love you and you toyed with him. That's not nice and now everything's come back to you. You've lose Mr. Anderson. Please don't let the bitterness consume you. It will only make you darker."
"You don't know anything! You're nothing but an evil little abomination that was born into this world!"
Rowan hopped off his father's lap and walked over to Blaine, placing a hand on his heart, ignoring how he recoiled in disgust. "There's your problem."
"What?"
"Your heart is just so heavy," he whispered with a small voice. "Don't you ever want it to be light again?"
Blaine moved to shove but the boy stepped back. "You little freak."
Rowan sighed and just stared at him. "I am not a freak. I don't know much about the world but I know the things that were circling around my head when I opened my eyes. I know that those two," he turned back towards Kurt and Sam, who had entwined hands, "are my biological parents. I know that life is not going to bed fair to them or me and it isn't being fair now. I also know this Blaine, evil isn't born, it's made. Whatever else hurt you twisted until it was nothing but a darkness weighting in on your and clouding everything. All I'm asking, is that you release that darkness. You're a good man and I think my Daddy still want to be your friend."
"Mr. Evans, I'm letting you both off with a warning," Figgins addressed to Sam. "Now off to class with you."
Sam and Kurt, still locking hands, smiled with Rowan wiggled himself in the middle and the three walked out the door, not knowing that they looked like the image of a family reading to face the world to the others still in the room.