Klaine: The Life and Times of Kurt and Blaine
Disclaimer- Don't own it, never will!
A/N- I hope this is causing some enjoyment for my fellow Klaine aficionados. I'm just trying to spend the hiatus as best I can. I don't know how long this fic will be, and I am open to prompts if you feel so inclined. -Med
A/N 2- I'm not going to shift the focus from Klaine, but I'm switching to a first person narrative for this prompt, because I do as the muse commands. So, please don't hate me! :)
Perfect
When you have a kid you can't help, but build some sort of future for them in your own mind as their parent. Being a father, knowing you will be having a son has certain inevitabilities: cars, sports, fishing trips. You name it; I dreamt it. All of that changed when a certain little boy was about to turn three-years-old.
"Daddy, y'know what I want for m'birthday?"
"What's that, kid?"
"A pair of sensible heels..."
I was shocked into silence for a moment. Last time I had checked, I did in fact have a son. I recovered somewhat; he was three after all. "What did you say, Son?"
"I want a nice pair of heels. Like the black pair Mommy has, please?" He turned those beautiful eyes on me and I was done.
"Okay, Kurt, we'll see what we can do." The smile on his face was so genuine and innocent that I knew from that moment on that my son would never be like the other boys, and I was surprisingly okay with that. My castles were shattered that day, but it didn't make me love my son any less, and I knew that there would still be castles; not the ones I had imagined of course, but they would be there.
I love my son, and I would be lying if I said that raising him on my own wasn't difficult. His mother was always better at dealing with emotions. I always marveled at how strong and fiercely independent, and singularly driven my son was. Nothing could ever change who he was. Not threats, social standards, or other kids. Kurt has always been Kurt whether people liked it or not.
That's why the whole Dave Karofsky bullying incident shook me up so bad. My outgoing, outlandish, borderline crazy, boy became a shadow of his former self. I was terrified, and I had no idea how to help him; it felt like I had failed as a father. But this was one battle Kurt had to fight on his own, or so I thought.
Enter one Blaine Anderson. Sometimes I don't know about that kid; coming into my shop, telling me I need to give Kurt the "talk". Got to give him one thing, he has guts! I hope he was terrified, and comprehended the awkward situation that he placed me in that day. Though,Kurt running around the kitchen with his fingers was pretty funny, and Blaine was right; Kurt would never find that information on his own.
Blaine may be a cocky little pain in my ass, but he loves Kurt, and I know that Kurt loves him, and that's what really matters. Those kids are perfect together, and I hope the whole world can see what I can. If they can't then they are really missing out on something special, and my son was lucky enough to find it in high school!
A/N 3- I absolutely adore Burt! He is such an awesome dad to Kurt, and a great role model for all parents out there. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I had fun writing it. Review? It does make my day. :)