To Have a Home: Chapter Six
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As Rory sat up in bed, he rubbed at his sleep filled eyes. He glanced over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, and saw it was only nine in the morning. Normally by now, he be at summer school, but he didn't live in New York anymore.
His room felt weird to him, even though this house was his home now, and this was his bedroom. He felt like a guest in a hotel room. Rory shuddered at the thought. Last time he was in a hotel, it was the last time he was his birth parents...
No. He swore to himself that final night with them was a memory he would never, ever think about.
Rolling out of bed, the Irish boy considering throwing on regular clothes before heading downstairs. Then it occurred to him that this was his home now. It was no different than the Cross' apartment. If he walked around in his pajamas there, he could certainly do it in his own, perameant home.
Opening the door to his room, Rory stepped out into the hall. Last night, after meeting so many new people, he had been so tired that he had even really taken in anything else upstairs beside his bedroom. Sneaking across the hall, Rory peeked into his fathers' room.
It was alot bigger than his own. Versus his blue walls, the walls in this room where a sand colored tan. In the middle of the room, up against the back wall, was the king sized bed covered in a light green comforter. Above the headboard was a picture of Kurt and Blaine's first kiss from their wedding day. Smiling at the picture, the boy's blue eyes wandered around the room, taking in everything.
Once he was done taking in his parents' room, Rory shut the door and took in the hallway. It was simply decorated, other than picture frames that hung on the walls. Rory glanced at each of them as he walked by. There was another one of Kurt and Blaine from their wedding day, and another of Kurt and his father that seemed a few years back. There was two from what appeared to be their high school days. And at the very end of the hallway, right in front of the staircase, was a blank picture frame.
Heading down the stairs, Rory rounded them and went straight into the kitchen. Upon entering, he saw a nice big breakfast waiting for him.
"Morning Rory," Blaine greeted as he glanced up from the newspaper he was reading.
"Hey Dad, Papa," Rory slid into the open chair where the plate of food was awaiting for him.
Across from him, Kurt was sipping on his coffee and reading a book. Setting aside his book, Kurt smiled as his son dove head first into the breakfast consisting of pancakes and bacon he had made.
"Rory, your Dad and I were hoping that we could take you out shopping for clothes today," Kurt said, "And then we could show you around town. We could get lunch at BreadstiXs, this really great resturant. But for dinner your Grandpa and Grandma want to have the three of us over."
"Sounds good!" Rory chirped.
"Then it's all settle," Blaine concluded as he set down his now finished newspaper. "Rory, when you're done with breakfast, go get dressed."
Quickly shoving the last piece of pancake in his mouth, Rory gave a closed mouth smile before bolting out of the room and heading up the stairs.
If Kurt Hummel-Anderson knew one thing, it was fashion. He knew that what colors looked good on people, what style made them look skinnier, or what dress could give any woman curves...and he knew that it would be a cold day in hell before he allowed his son to step out of the house in yellow.
"Take that off," Kurt said, ushering the boy back into the dressing room, "No way will I allow you to be seen in yellow."
"Ye' think I look like a lemon or something?" Rory questioned, looking down at the yellow t-shirt he was wearing.
"No, more like Big Bird without his feathers. Just let Papa handle your clothing, and you worry about trying them on. Now please, take that off before Sesame Street reports you missing."
Rory bit at the chuckling grin tugging on the corners of his lips as his Papa exited the dressing room. A deep chuckle rang out, and Rory turned to look at his laughing Dad.
"He's something else, isn't he?" Blaine laughed. "For our wedding, I wanted to do something a little different, so I suggested that your Papa wear a blue tuxedo to bring out his eyes. I thought he was going kill me for even bringing iThank goodness for your Grandpa was there though. If he hadn't been there during the suggestion...well, let's just said I wouldn't be here today."
"Grandpa is Papa's dad, right?" Rory wanted to learn his family as soon as possible. "And Grandma is his mother?"
"Grandpa Burt, yes, is your Papa's dad. However, Grandma Carol isn't his blood related mother. You see, your Grandma is actually Uncle Finn's mother. Your Grandpa and Grandma married when your Uncle Finn and Papa were in high school. So technically, Grandma is actually your step-grandma, but we all really just overlook that fact."
"What about ye' parents? They are me grandparents' too."
Blaine lowered his head, opting to look at the floor for a moment as he twiddled with his thumbs. Taking in a deep breath, the dark haired man looked up at his son.
"I don't know if you will actually ever meet your other grandparents. My parents don't approve of your Papa and I's relationship. They don't really approve of gays in general. I haven't really spoken to them in a long time. But my brother, your Uncle Cooper, he accepts Papa and I. You're going to love him."
"I'm sorry about ye' parents Dad." Rory said softly.
"It's okay Rory," Blaine gave the boy a reassuring smile; "It's been a long time since everything happen with them. I'm okay now."
Blaine really wanted to ask Rory what happened with his birth parents. It seemed like the right oppurnity to ask. However, Kurt reenter the room at that moment, his arm full of shirts and pants.
"Oh wow," Rory's eyes grew wide at seeing all the items he had to try on, "Can I just pick out the ones I like, then try those on?"
"I suppose," Kurt recutantly sighed, "But if I think its looks awful, its back on the rack."
"Ye' got it, sir!" Rory grinned as he accepted the clothes from his father's arms. He closed the door to his dressing room. Kurt went and took the open chair next to his husband.
"Big Bird?" Blaine grinned at his husband.
"No son of mine will be dressed less than fabolous. It was rule since I was a kid making my dolls and action figures attend Ken and Barbie's weddings."
The dressing room door opened, and Rory stepped out in a pair of black jeans and a light blue polo.
"Well, what ye' think?"
All of a sudden, a realization washed over Kurt and Blaine as they took in Rory. It hit them that this was their son. For the rest of their lives, they would help him out. They would be putting him through college, and one day, become grandparents because of him. Rory would depend on them for advice. All their hoping to get a child has become a reality. But it wasn't frightening. It felt right. The two felt complete for the first time in a while.
"Love it!" Blaine said.
"Perfect!" Kurt approved, "Okay, next!"
Rory nervously stepped out of the car, glancing at the two story house before him. It was much simplier than his own home (It still felt so odd to think that), but this house felt inmidating. Maybe it was because Grandpa Burt pretty much scared the crap out of him. Or maybe it was the haunting memory that the house reminded him of his grandparents' house back in Ireland.
The family of three walked up to the door. They didn't even have to knock as the door opened right as they walked up.
"Kurt, Blaine!" Carol smiled as she rubbed her hands dry against her apron.
"Hi Carol," The husbands greeted at the same time.
The woman stepped forward, hugging each man indivudually. Kurt and Blaine stepped aside, allowing Carol a full view of her grandson.
Last night she hadn't really had a chane to interact with the boy. She had decided to let everyone else get to talk to him as she knew everyone else wouldn't get to see him as much as she would.
"It's very nice to meet you Rory," Carol greeted, "I'm Carol, your grandma."
"I'm Rory," The brunette stated, even though she already knew that.
"Okay now that introductions are done, please come here and give your grandma a big hug!"
Rory warmly smiled. Stepping into the house, he wrapped his arms her, and she returned the hug. Rory right away thought that Carol was a lot less scary than Burt was.
"Don't be strangers!" Carol ushered the family inside.
The house was a lot smaller than the Hummel-Anderson, but it still had that family-loving feeling.
"Is that them?" The booming voice Rory remembered from last night shouted from the kitchen up ahead.
"Hi Dad!" Kurt shouted back.
Burt Hummel appeared from the kitchen. Right away, Kurt ran up, engulfing his father in a hug.
"Twenty eight and you still hug me like you're two." Burt chuckled.
Blaine stepped forward, giving his father and law a quick hug. The two exchanged pleasanteries and after they finish, then Burt step his eyes on Rory. The young boy gulped as the man stared him down.
"You gonna hug your grandpa or not?" Burt extended his arms, gesturing for Rory to come hug him.
Slowly, Rory stepped forward, and hugged him. His grandfather hugged his tighter than he did, but Rory still returned the gesture.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at his father and son. He knew that Burt had wanted a grandson forever, and it made Kurt's heart soar at seeing the gleam in his father's eyes because of the fact he finally had a grandson. Kurt had that same gleam too, but it was for the fact that he finally had a child.
"Okay, Rory, Burt, you are helping me cook dinner," Carol declared, "Kurt and Blaine, go watch TV or something."
"Are you sure you don't want us to help Carol?" Blaine asked.
"Listen here," The woman waved a wooden spoon she had tucked in her apron at her step-son, "You two got to spend three weeks with Rory. Your father and I barely got to meet him yesterday. Now get your butts in the living room while I spend time with my grandson."
"But…" Kurt interjected, but Carol was already pushing the two men away from their son and into the living room.
Twenty minutes later, Rory found himself sitting at his grandparents' kitchen table, cutting carrots. Carol was at the stove, stirring some kind of soup. Burt was sitting across from Rory, reading a newspaper.
"So Rory," Since she had placed a cutting board in front of him, Carol had been nonstop asking him questions. Mostly they had been questions about New York and what he and his fathers had done there. "How are you liking Lima so far?"
"It's grand." He replied, "It seems like there is a lot to do here. Today, Papa and Dad brought me to the mall."
"Are you liking them?" Burt piped.
Rory froze, glancing at the man across from him.
"I mean Kurt and Blaine," Burt clarified, "Your Papa and Dad. As parents. Are you liking them?"
Rory glanced down at the carrots before him. This was not a question he was expecting at this moment. Seriously, he had only been in town for two days, and only met his parents almost a month ago. But every minute he had spent with them, Rory felt love.
Smiling, the boy glanced up at his grandparents.
"I love them both."
Yeah, I know, some serious fluff. But next chapter is going to set us up for the actual major storyline coming up.
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-Halfmyheart2