I think I'm too obsessed with updating this story. Anyone complaining? ;)
That sounded really stuck up, didn't it?
I'm gonna write the story now…
P.S. I feel like crap because I'm sick as a dog and basically half asleep, so I apologize if this is a crappy chapter. And sorry I didn't update sooner! I had this done last night, but was being a total jerk and wouldn't let me upload the file!
P.S.S. PLEASE READ THE ENDING AUTHOR'S NOTE!
After the entire family was seated at the table, Carole began to cut up the homemade pizza that had goat cheese and prosciutto, limiting Finn to two slices. Blaine dug in happily, wishing he could remember how many amazing meals he had gotten from Carole.
"So, Blaine," Rachel said, her eyes soft and sad as her hand gripped Finn's. "How are you holding up?"
"Fine," Blaine said. "It's been a bit hard, but we're getting through it together." Blaine looked at Kurt with a smile before returning to his food.
"What's Uncle Blaine talking 'bout, Mommy?" Belle asked.
"Nothing, sweetie. Eat your pizza," Rachel said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Belle smiled before following her mother's orders, staying relatively quiet for a hyper four-year-old.
The dinner went on surprisingly smoothly (smoothly for the Hummel-Hudson's being that Finn only spilled his drink once and Belle only interrupted to use the potty three times) and Blaine could understand why he loved this family. He smiled at the way they looked at Kurt with nothing less than pride in their eyes. He loved how Rachel and Belle would spontaneously break into song when the moment felt right, and the warmth that surrounded the dinner table made Blaine feel happy and accepted in a family he couldn't remember being a part of.
After dinner was over, Belle dragged Blaine into the living room and sat on his lap after he planted himself on the couch.
"Do you love Uncle Kurt, Uncle Blaine?" she asked, her eyes wide with childlike innocence. She wrapped her arms around Blaine's neck and waited for an answer. Blaine gulped, but put on a happy smile.
"Of course I do, Belle," Blaine insisted. Belle looked up at him in confusion.
"Then why didn't you hold his hand at dinner? Whenever you come to visit Mommy, Daddy, and I, you always hold Uncle Kurt's hand," she pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly. Blaine desperately searched for an excuse to appease his little niece.
"I had to eat my pizza with both hands, babydoll," Blaine answered. "I wanted to hold your Uncle Kurt's hand, but both of my hands were busy." Belle nodded in understanding before yawning, her tiny lips stretched in an O. Blaine chuckled. "Someone's tired."
"No I'm not, Uncle Blainers! I'm so awake I could stay up all night and watch midnight cartoons!" she insisted. Of course, she yawned again, and Blaine laughed.
"You're yawning is telling me a different story," Blaine teased. Belle pouted before sighing, sounding very adult-like.
"Fine, Uncle Blaine," she said exasperatedly. "I'll go to bed on one condition." Blaine felt like dissolving into giggles; his little niece was so adorable!
"And what is that?" Blaine inquired. Belle smiled widely.
"You have to read me a bedtime story!" she insisted. Blaine grinned back at her.
"I believe we have a deal," he said jokingly. Belle giggled, hopping off of her uncle's lap and grabbing his hand, dragging him up to a room Burt and Carole had saved just for when she came to visit. Blaine helped her change into her PJ's before she eagerly hopped into bed, looking at Blaine expectantly.
"Will you tell me the story of how you and Uncle Kurt met?" she asked, her cute little eyes wide and pleading. Blaine's heart clenched and he desperately fought back tears; he wanted to tell her that story, he really did, but he had to have the memory to tell the story.
"How about I tell you a different story tonight, sweetheart," he said, not being able to bear meeting her disappointed eyes.
"OK," she said. "What story?" Blaine thought for a minute before it came to him.
"I'm going to tell you the story of a princess named Belle," Blaine said. Belle gasped in delight , a bright smile lighting up her face.
"You mean the story of Belle and Beast?" she asked excitedly. Blaine nodded with a hum in agreement.
"You have to lie down and close your eyes, though," he said. "That way you can imagine it." She nodded, slipping farther under the covers and shutting her eyes. Blaine began the story, unaware that Kurt was standing at the door, watching with a soft smile on his face.
"One day, a girl named Belle was headed to the bookshop in her local village," Blaine began. A small smile graced Belle's face as Blaine continued in a hushed voice. "The people in the village thought Belle, though beautiful, was strange. They thought she was strange because she liked reading. She was a very smart girl, very unlike some of the girls she knew who fawned over the village brute, Gaston. He, however, favored Belle and wanted to make her his wife."
Belle's face scrunched up at the mention of Gaston; she never liked him.
"Belle didn't want to marry Gaston, though. She wanted more than the provincial life in her little town, and she definitely didn't want to be the little wife of a villager…"
As Blaine continued with the story, he noticed Belle's breaths getting continuously deeper. By the end of the fairytale, she was fast asleep, her tiny fingers grasping Blaine's. Blaine smiled down at his niece, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"And they both lived happily ever after."
He stood, turning towards the door and finding a smiling Kurt, a plethora of emotions swimming in his glasz eyes.
"You're still so good with her," Kurt commented. Blaine shot his husband a smile. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'll show you where you're going to sleep." Kurt began walking down the hall, Blaine following suit. They entered Kurt's old bedroom which hadn't changed a bit. Kurt smiled at his old room before pulling a blanket and pillow out of the closet, turning towards the couch in the corner.
"OK, Blaine, do you want the couch or the bed?" Kurt asked. Blaine sighed, taking the pillow and blanket from Kurt's hands and placing them on the couch. He sat Kurt down on the bed and took the seat next to him, looking in his husband's eyes.
"Kurt," he began. "…I saw you looking at me today."
Kurt gulped, immediately realizing what he was talking about. Oh God, he's going to tell me he's completely uncomfortable and freaked out, and-
"And I get it."
Whoa, did not see that coming…
"You do?" Kurt squeaked. Blaine smiled, taking Kurt's hands.
"Yes, I do," he said. "Because I'm your husband. You were allowed to look at me before, and you're allowed to look at me now. It doesn't scare me. It's obvious that you're going to be physically attracted to me, Kurt, because you're in love with me and you're married to me. I'm not going to forbid you from looking at me because you don't deserve that. You deserve to be able to look at me if you want to…and you deserve to sleep in the same bed as me."
Kurt gasped, not expecting this at all.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide. Blaine nodded, leaning in and pressing a delicate kiss to Kurt's lips just to prove it to him. He wasn't afraid of being close to his husband, because he had made a promise to cherish him forever. And Blaine definitely wasn't one to break a promise.
Kurt pulled back first with a small smile and a nod before retreating to the bathroom. Blaine changed into PJ's while Kurt was completing his moisturizing routine. When he came back, he was clothed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, as was Blaine, who was awaiting Kurt in bed. Kurt slipped under the covers, staying as physically far away from Blaine as possible.
"Goodnight, Blaine," Kurt murmured. Blaine sighed, tapping Kurt on the arm. Kurt cracked one eye open to see Blaine holding his arms out.
"C'mere," Blaine insisted with a beckoning motion of his head. Kurt nodded shyly, shimmying to slip into Blaine's arms. He placed his hand over Blaine's heartbeat, smiling happily. Blaine kissed his forehead, pulling him closer.
"Goodnight, Kurt," he murmured.
"Goodnight, Blaine…I love you."
Blaine only responded when he was positive Kurt was sleeping.
"…I think I love you too."
…Why do I have the feeling someone is going to kill me?
On another note, I'm sure some of you know Muchacha11 on Tumblr (AKA Muchacha10 on DeviantArt). I don't have a Tumblr or a DeviantArt, so I was wondering if one of you could recommend this story to her and ask if she read it and possibly make a fanart for it? I'd be SO grateful if you did. Tell me in a review if you do, and I will publicly thank you in my next author's note. Thank you so much!
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