Okay, I've already written Anon-a-Moose's prompt about Klaine's date at an aquarium that goes wrong. I'll update that in a bit and I haven't forgotten Haely Potter's request for Burt's reaction to the fishies, that'll come after. But Rose235b asked for Future!Klory and I don't think you understand how many feelings I have about Klory and adoption instead of surrogacy. (Really? Why does it have to look just like you? There are already alive and perfectly wonderful children ready to adopt.)
But anyway, I was gone because of college recruitment trips but I'm back and will officially be attending Canisius College in Buffalo, NY in August.
I'll update more regularly and your prompts will be filled ASAP. :)
SUBMIT PROMPTS!
Kurt and Blaine had been together for 8 years now. Blaine's singing career had taken off and once he broke into the top 20 artists in America he started writing songs for other artists occasionally making an album for himself. Kurt had gotten onto Broadway and after 5 years of performing he decided that that was good enough. He still did back-up dancing and understudying but he and Blaine were living comfortably.
The years had gone by and their fish tank was empty now. Just looking at it broke their hearts. Their 3 fish had lived much longer than they were supposed to and had been loved dearly by both Kurt and Blaine. Kurt had cried as each one moved on, sobbing into Blaine's shirt, "Parents should never outlive their children."
A year had passed since their last fish had passed on and neither had the heart to buy any more and repeat the heart ache.
One hot summer day Kurt and Blaine were laying across their couch just as they had done so many years before on that similarly blistering day when their precious fishies had come into their lives. They'd spent the day baby sitting Santana and Brittany's 6 year old son and were enjoying each other's company. The silence was comfortable, both boys thinking about their beloved Paolo, Bubbles, and Stephanie, when Blaine spoke.
"We need a human child." There was no question, he and Kurt were nearly always on the same wave length. He knew. Kurt knew.
"And how do you propose we get one of those? You've explained surrogacy to me last time we had this conversation after we lost our last guppy, Paolo. You made it very clear that it would be mine but I can't stand the thought of it being my fault that our kid can never go to a pool party or use a locker room shower without the normal reservations." Kurt sighed.
"Well, we could adopt. Someone's child they couldn't take care of?" Blaine ventured.
"I like that." Kurt said after a while.
"Excellent... Now ice me?"
"Of course."
~Just People~
Three months later Kurt and Blaine found themselves being escorted into a room full of children with the instructions to play with them and get to know their available options and when ready, make a decision. They'd only been told moments before by the giddy adoption agent that their paperwork was approved.
There were children yelling and screaming everywhere. Climbing on the craft tables and leaping off of the slides, it was madness. The children quickly noticed their presence and quickly included Blaine in their game of four square. Kurt, not big into running and sweating went to find a quieter area to observe from. He found a tucked away art corner and went to sit in a tiny pink plastic chair, because hey, it was better than the glue and paint covered floor.
Kurt then realized that it was quieter here and he sighed in relief, but he quickly noticed high pitched humming coming from behind an art easel. Peeking out from underneath was a tiny pair of black leather shoes that reminded Kurt of a smaller version of Blaine's boat shoes. He heard the wet sounds of paint being smeared on paper and the humming take on an unfamiliar tune.
"Hello?" Kurt said gently. A head of wild honey hair popped out from the side of the easel accompanied by a small round face and a pair of bright blue eyes blinked at him.
"Hello!" the boy said in a cheery tone that Kurt recognized as heavily accented.
"What's your name, little one?" Kurt grinned leaning closer to the boy who was still mostly hidden behind the easel.
"I'm Rory and I'm not little!" The boy frowned.
"Oh is that so? Well you sound like some one I know." Kurt said, "What are you painting?"
"I am painting a masterpiece. It's gonna be beautimus, you'll see." Rory nodded turning his large blue eyes back to his easel. The way it was turned Kurt could only see the back of the wooden structure.
"Do you like painting?" Kurt asked.
"No, I don't it gets me dirty and takes much longer than coloring." Rory shrugged.
"Then why aren't you coloring, Rory?"
"Because crayons weren't gonna be good enough for this one."
"Why's that?" Kurt frowned. This boy was interesting and his accent was a little hard to understand but Kurt understood well enough, he'd never met anyone like this boy before.
"I said you'll see." Rory said impatiently, "Is that your husband?"
"I can't see around this wall from where I am, the goofy guy with the curly hair and the bow tie?"
"The one running around with the other kids, yeah."
"Yes, he's my husband." Kurt smiled.
"I think he'll like Jason, that blonde boy with the dinosaur tshirt on? He likes to run around and play football and stuff." Rory said helpfully, "You should go talk to him too."
"Oh, you don't want to talk to me anymore?" Kurt said sadly.
"Oh, you still want to talk to me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh I'm glad! If you stay then I can give you my painting!"
"I couldn't take your masterpiece!" Kurt exclaimed.
"I'm making it for you, though. You and your husband. He seems really cool." Rory picked up a tub of yellow paint and a fine brush sticking out his tongue and carefully applying to yellow paint to the paper.
"I'll be right back." Kurt said standing up and brushing off his pants. Rory looked crestfallen, "Oh, okay."
Kurt strode over to Blaine who had kids hanging off every limb squealing with joy. Blaine laughed but looked a little uncomfortable.
"What are you little ones doing to my husband?" Kurt mock gasped. The kids laughed and Kurt reached out to touch the one hanging off of Blaine's neck.
"TAG! YOU'RE IT!" Kurt shouted and the girl took off like a shot and grabbed an unsuspecting boy, Jason, Kurt remembered and yelled, "Tag!" The other children clambered off of Blaine and joined in.
"Oh thank goodness, my knight in shinning scales." Blaine gasped grabbing Kurt's arm for support.
"Blaine, you have to come here." Kurt pulled Blaine over to Rory and his easel.
"You came back!" Rory smiled brightly.
"Of course I did! And look! I brought my goofy husband! Can we paint with you?"
"Sure!" Rory pointed excitedly to the other paint easels and kept painting away warning Kurt and Blaine not to peek.
An hour of painting and talking later and Blaine was looking at Kurt as if to say, "We found him." Kurt smiled at his husband and nodded subtly.
"Do you guys always do that eye-talky thing? Cuz that was cool." Rory smiled putting down his paint brush carefully.
"Most of the time." Blaine admitted, "Huh, Babe?" Kurt shot Blaine a glare.
"You let him call you 'Babe'?" Rory giggled mischievously.
"No I do not, he'll pay dearly for that later. Huh, Blainey?" Kurt said menacingly letting poison drip off of the word 'Blainey'.
"Ooh! You're in trouble!" Rory giggled pointing at Blaine.
"Don't call me Blainey! You know I hate that!" Blaine gasped dramatically.
"Then don't call me Babe." Kurt countered. Rory hurriedly picked up his black brush and added paint to his paper.
"There! All done! Babe is my favorite movie ever! You guys can see now!" Rory said hopping up and down a little. Blaine smiled and moved to see Rory's painting and when he laid eyes on it his smile grew impossibly wider.
"Rory, would you like to come home with us?" Blaine asked choking up a bit.
"Wow, really?" Rory gasped at Kurt. Kurt nodded with watery eyes and moved to see Rory's painting too and as soon as he took it in he said, "Yes, definitely." Rory jumped up and hugged Kurt around the neck and then monkey climbed over to Blaine's neck and hugged him. Kurt caught Rory between them and held him on his hip staring at Rory's painting. Without a doubt in his mind, this was right and as he would tell the adoption agent when he carried Rory out with him and loaded Rory's tiny suitcase and painting into the car, "We found him."
The moment they arrived home they hung the painting on their fridge and hugged Rory tightly before going off thi give him the tour.
The painting was of unusually detailed figures for a 5 year old's painting clearly resembling Kurt and Blaine accordingly labeled, 'Babe' and 'Blainey'.