This is set five months after the previous chapter. It's fluffy mess, the next chapter will be slightly less happy, but I hope you enjoy this one :D
Kurt grinned just as wide as a familiar knock came on the door. They both knew it was Blaine, for the past 5 months, practically every knock that came to the door was Blaine. and Kurt found himself nearly desperate to be around him.
"I got it! I got it! I got it!" Xander yelled as he ran to the door, but Kurt managed to say,
"Ask who it is first!" Xander screeched to a stop at the door and put his face against the door.
"Secret password?" Xander said carefully. Kurt, who had entered the room could hear Blaine chuckle,
"Zonko's joke shop."
"RIGHT!" Xander cheered and threw the door open, laughing as Blaine had his tongue stuck out and was scrunching up his face and poking his ears out. Kurt chuckled, shaking his head,
"I don't know how they let you out of kindergarten."
"I got too tall to stay," Blaine replied, entering the apartment when Kurt motioned him in.
"It couldn't have been by that much," Kurt teased as Blaine's mouth dropped open in mock offense.
"That was uncalled for, Mr. Hummel-Burman," Kurt laughed,
"You set yourself up for it though." Blaine smiled and shrugged,
"No argument there. How was school today, Harry Potter?" Blaine asked Xander who was currently running around the room, his cape on and his wand in hand.
"It was bloody brilliant!"
"Xander, what have I told you about that word?" Kurt scolded, knowing that while it wasn't frowned upon in America, bloody was something little kids weren't supposed to say.
"That I can say it once I turn Ron's age," Xander remembered. Kurt nodded,
"And are you Ron's age yet?"
"Nooo," Xander pouted, crossing his arms in annoyance, causing Blaine to have to hold back laughter.
"He looks just like you when he does that," Blaine claimed. Kurt grimaced,
"I know, he'll have the bitch stare down before I know it." Xander gasped and Kurt flinched and bit is bottom lip in anger at cussing in front of his son.
"$1 to the swear jar!"
"Yeah, yeah, all right, you little swear jar nazi," Kurt muttered under his breath as he pulled a dollar out of his wallet as Blaine did nothing to hide his amusement. "Not a word," Kurt warned, but Blaine held his hands up in surrender, but both men were beaming.
"Daddy," Xander said softly, causing his father to turn to him quickly in slight alarm. Xander never got that voice unless something was wrong. "You gave him Papa's look," Kurt quickly looked up to Blaine who looked surprised and unsure.
"What do you mean, Xan?" Kurt asked, unsure of what his son had seen.
"The one when Papa would say something that you pretended to be mad about, but then you'd kinda smile, you gave it to Mr. Blaine." Kurt blinked rapidly, unsure of how to explain this to the five year old, especially not knowing if Blaine particularly felt the same.
"I didn't mean anything by it, he was just teasing me, and I was just picking on him back." Xander smiled up at Blaine who nodded,
"Ok, can we go for ice cream now, please Daddy, please, please, please!" Xander begged, satisfied, Kurt shook his head,
"If he wasn't his Papa's son, I would never believe he could eat as much ice cream as he does." Blaine laughed and grabbed Xander's coat that was on the back of the kitchen chair.
"It's cold out there, Harry Potter, you need this on,"
"Can we walk though, please Daddy?" Xander pleaded as he let Blaine help him into his coat. Kurt hesitated,
"Is it really cold?" Blaine shrugged,
"It's about 40 degrees, not awful but…"
"Please…" Xander gave him the puppy dog look and Kurt caved.
"UHH," he moaned, "I am defenseless against those eyes, you would honestly think I would have become immune to them by now," Xander giggled triumphantly, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Where do you get the energy to keep up with him?" Blaine asked chuckling as Xander began to run around the room and away from Kurt's attempt to put gloves on his small hands. Kurt gave up after a minute of chasing him around, sighing heavily and letting his hands fall at his sides.
"I keep my extra energy in jar by the door," he sung-spoke the last bit of it and Blaine laughed,
"Is that a Beatles reference?"
"Yeah you like it?" Kurt asked grinning.
"Yeah," Blaine chuckled.
"Xander if you don't get over here Mr. Blaine and I will go eat ice cream without you." Xander was standing stock still in front of Kurt in a second, Kurt smirked,
"He has his ways, I have mine," Kurt winked playfully at Blaine who smiled happily. He couldn't remember a time in his entire life he'd ever been as happy as he was since he met these two people. It was as if they gave him a light he hadn't realized he needed. All Kurt had to do was smile and Blaine was mush, all Xander had to do was look at him and Blaine was his slave. He would be heartbroken if he lost them, in any way. "-aine? Blaine?" Kurt's voice broke him out of his trance and looked up from his daze at the two boys he'd grown very fond of. They both wore the same expression of amusement, and it was then that Blaine realized his mouth was hanging open. "Are you all right?" Kurt asked,
"Sorry, just day dreaming." Blaine lied, smiling down at Xander who giggled and tugged Kurt arm,
"Ice cream, ice cream!" he demanded.
"Okay, okay," Kurt chuckled and took Xander's hand as they exited the apartment. After a double check that they had their wallets and Kurt's keys, they headed down to the street. They would have to cross part of Central park to get the ice cream parlor that was their favorite. Once they reached there, Kurt let go of Xander's hand, he knew Xander wouldn't get out of sight.
"So workshop is almost over, you think they'll invite you to stay on?" Blaine asked softly, his shoulder brushing against Kurt's to tell him he was there.
"I will hire a hit man if they don't," Kurt chuckled, "Oh, how are Jeff and Nick doing? First few weeks are always the toughest," he said.
"They are realizing that the expression 'sleeps like a baby' does not apply to Liam," Blaine chuckled. Blaine would never admit that every time he saw Nick and Jeff with Liam and each time he saw Kurt with Xander, he ached to be a father.
"Oh I'd love to have another one," Kurt murmured.
"Do you think you and Jon would have?" Blaine asked, not wanting to overstep his boundaries,
"Yes, had he not… I would probably have two brats running around." Kurt said because he knew Xander was in hearing distance.
"I am not a brat!" Xander claimed, even as he giggled, knowing Kurt didn't mean anything by it. A moment of comfortable silence passed when suddenly Blaine felt a hand in his, looking down to see Kurt's linked securely to his. This wasn't completely new to them; they were both affectionate people, especially Blaine. So there was often physical contact between the two, which was nothing more than expressions of friendships. But this hold seemed to be different; it was fingered linked, palms touching in a more intimate way than was particularly normal. They were still careful around Xander, though he had told Kurt he was glad Kurt was smiling again, but they didn't want the five year old to get the idea that Kurt was replacing Jon in anyway.
"Is this ok?" Kurt whispered, not wanting to spook Blaine.
"It's more than ok with me, as long as it's ok with you," Blaine promised, their hands immediately tightening around each others.
"Would you be interested in going to dinner one night, maybe without Xander?" Kurt asked shyly, biting his lip.
"I would love that, but you have to pay, since you're the one who asked." Blaine stated, smiling when Kurt grinned,
"Of course, a gentleman always pays on the first date."
"Does that make me not a gentleman?" Blaine asked, knowing that he was beaming with happiness and yet not being able to bring himself to care. This man liked him back and they were taking the next step! He felt like a thirteen year old saying that, but he felt that way.
"Hmmm, I'll let it slide this time," Kurt grinned, he too was glowing, having not felt this way about anyone for nearly a year and a half. Xander suddenly ran through their joined hands, taking each of their hands in one of his own,
"Swing me, please." The men looked at each other and smirked as they lifted the weightless child into the air. Xander squealed and giggled as his feet didn't touch the ground for nearly a minute as he was swung back and forth. Then suddenly Blaine grabbed him around his middle and threw his over his shoulder, carrying by his legs like a sack. Xander squealed and laughed as he squirmed desperately to get free, though they all knew he was just playing along.
"Daddy!" Xander cried, laughter still in his voice. Kurt looked at him causally as if nothing were different.
"What?" Kurt asked, trying not to laugh,
"Help me!" Xander giggled, screaming when Blaine pretended to almost drop him.
"Help you with what?" Kurt teased, smirking, but able to hold back his laughter.
"Daaaddddddyyyyyy," Xander whined, even as he giggled euphorically. Blaine began to spin around in a circle uncontrolled, causing Xander to scream louder, almost outweighing his snorts.
"Don't make my child sick, Blaine, or I'll make you clean it up," Kurt called, making sure Blaine could hear him.
"Sorry," Blaine said sheepishly, though he was still chortling in amusement. He put Xander down and the boy toddled dangerously,
"Wwwwhhhoooooaaaa," he groaned dizzily. Once his head had stop spinning he found Blaine's face, and grinned a face splitting smile,
"Do that again!"
Isn't Xander a doll? XD please please review! Xoxoxo to my Storm and Pan *heart*
