Mr. Parker nodded, "That's great. The sperm matched Dylan and his Father. That's just one more thing in our benefit. I have to go file this paperwork, but I'll call you tomorrow." He smiled shaking Blaine and Kurt's hands.
"Shall we go home?" Kurt asks.
"I think it's something in the air." Blaine interjects.
"We're never going to hear the end of this." Kurt sighs.
"Maybe just for a hour or so."
Harley rolled her eyes, "SHUT UP! I want to go /home/." She smiled leaning back on Blaine.
"It's something in the air!" Blaine declares.
Kurt rolls his eyes, "Let's go children!"
Harley rolled her eyes and followed them to the car, yawning. She looked up at Kurt, "Sit with me?" She wanted to sleep but wanted someone next to her in case she had a nightmare.
Kurt nodded and got in the back of the car wrapping an arm around Harley. Blaine sang along to the radio making up most of the words as he began to drive down the road. Harley smiled and laid her head in Kurt's lap, "Thanks." She mumbled before falling asleep.
Kurt smiled running his hands through her hair gently as they drove home. Harley tensed up when they were halfway there, shaking some. Kurt sang quietly until she relaxed. Harley relaxed, and wrapping her arms around her waist, curling into the fetal position, her head in Kurt's lap. Kurt petted Harley lightly until they arrived back to their home, "Harley it's time to wake up love." Kurt whispers as Blaine unpacked the three bags.
Harley moaned curling her body tighter, "Noooooooooo." She whine/mumbled.
"Sh-h, it's just a dream love." Kurt tells her shaking her lightly. Harley gasped sitting up. She was shaking some and was pale, but at least she wasn't vomiting. "It's all right Har." Kurt whispers cupping her cheeks, "See everything is fine? They can't tough you." He mumbles rubbing her cheek with his thumb softly. She nodded a few tears running down her face, as she scooted onto Kurt's lap, sniffling some. "It's okay Harley." Kurt whispers holding her to his chest humming quietly.
She nodded again, wrapping her arms around Kurt's middle and snuggling closer, just wanting to be held. Blaine scouted into the car to see what the hold up was, hugging Harley and Kurt when he say his little girl sobbing into Kurt's chest, "You wanna go inside?" he whispers after a few minutes, "We can put in a movie and cuddle?" Harley nodded and let Kurt carry her to the house.
Blaine put in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and put a blanket over the three of them Harley in the middle, "Tell us if we're squishing you to death." Blaine mumbles
She giggled, "I'm fine Dad." She said as she watched with rapt attention, pointing out the things from the books they had missed.
"They miss out a lot of the really good things." Kurt commented, while Blaine practically sited the words as it went on.
Harley nodded, "Yeah they did! I mean really?! Deathly Hallows Part two? Fail. Yes I cry every time. Yes, it's one of my favorite movies; did they do the book justice? No." Harley ranted laying her head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Yes, I can't believe he didn't fix his wand, and he just broke the elder wand! He is now wandless! They couldn't take two seconds to have him repair his original wand. Which is stupid! No one in the theater had a good reaction to it." Blaine sighs.
"Nerds." Kurt snorts.
"You are too."
"Not as bad as you two."
Harley nodded, "I know! I mean...Harry really is a dumbass!" Harley sighed, ignoring Kurt.
"We'll it's the writes fault." Kurt shrugged.
"You don't take this serious enough."
"NERDS!"
Harley bit her lip, suppressing a giggle. When they were getting the pictures, she couldn't believe they hadn't noticed it. She had a tattoo.
Kurt yawns slightly, "Are we going to do a marathon?"
"Maybe...but we started in the middle so we may just go to the end, not sure...Har?"
Harley was on the edge of her seat watching with rapt attention as the time-turner scene took place. She normally wouldn't have chanced it, but she was to involve in the movie to care if they saw it. She was wearing a tank top, her hair covering the small tattoo. The tattoo of, "Happiness can be found in even the darkest of places, if one only remembers to turn on the light." With a small glasses and lighting scar under it. "I take that as a yes." Kurt sighs leaning back braiding Harley's hair lazily.
"Kurtie you have to be a little excited." Blaine coos. Kurt smiles rolling his eyes then they go wide.
"Nice tat Har." He was a little mad, but decided that she was going through enough anyway.
"Wh-what?" Blaine stutters looking at Kurt to see if he was joking, or something.
She gasped, turning to see her tattoo, "Uhh...T-Thanks Daddy." She said breathlessly.
"It's not going to look as cool when you're eighty though." Kurt smiles knowing that this reaction could be worst than him being angry.
"Wh-when did you get that?" Blaine asks still in shock.
She rolled her eyes, "Like you don't have a 'B' on your hip bone, and Dad doesn't have a 'K' on his." She looked at Blaine, and shrugged, "16, the night of the Deathly Hallows premier."
"We we're drunk." Kurt says, he didn't regret it but it wasn't something they would ever do sober.
"Oh... Good quote." Blaine sighs the shock wearing off, "Did you do it because all your friends were or?"
She blushed some, "Thanks. No, I was the only one who got one. I just wanted to get something from the series that wasn't some key-chain. I have a snitch on my foot." She said, looking at the golden ball on her heel.
"Any other tattoos or piercing we need to know about?" Blaine asks, "Why aren't you surprised?"
"I am, but it was her choice... Do you have a fake I.D?" Kurt asks twirling her hair.
She giggled, "Yes, I am covered in piercings and tattoo's my fake I.D. is up in my room next to my stash of crack and weed." She said leaning back on Kurt's chest moving her hair so he could keep playing with it.
"Smart ass," Blaine mumbles.
"But seriously, it's fine if you do, just don't get caught, I think they're more serious about them now." Kurt sighs redoing the braid. "Was this all on the same night?" Kurt smirks.
Harley smirked back, "Mayyyyyyyybe. What? I was feeling sentimental!"
"NERD!" Kurt laughs.
"That's a complement!"
Harley laughed, "True. Not the reaction I expected when you found out I had three tattoos. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
"Well I'm not proud of you for getting three tattoos but it's your body." Kurt tells her.
"We did things that our parents didn't find out about for awhile." Blaine told her as Kurt undid the braid and began a fish-tail braid.
Harley laughed again, "What? Other than loosing your virginity when Dad was sixteen?" After the words left her mouth she felt the sting of them hit her. She had lost hers at 14 thanks to Dylan. She decided she didn't want it to ruin the moment, so she kept smiling.
"That and we eloped, but then got married a second time so we wouldn't have to explain it to everyone." Kurt says. Blaine smiles pressing his fingers to his lips shushing them as to say, 'tell no one.'
She giggled, "Oh? You guys were lucky. Rachel would have killed you."
"That's why she .won't. find out." Kurt tells her biting his lip.
"We need alcohol." Blaine mumbles.
"Probably not the best idea, pet." Kurt tells him.
"Why?"
"You really like sex when drunk." Kurt turns pink
"No not drunk just a little intoxicated."
"I remember last time you said that." Kurt snorts.
Harley moaned, "What is wrong with you two?! You guys are as bad as Cooper and Jess!"
"I know we have an amazing sex life." Blaine smirks getting up bringing back a three beer bottles handing one to each of them.
"Blaine!"
He shrugs, "I was drinking at age fourteen."
"Does mean she should."
"She probably has already."
Harley sets the beer on the table, unopened, "Don't want to know about your sex life Dad! And yes, I've had a drink before, but beer is some nasty ass shit."
"There's wine if you want some, and I think we have vodka some where." Blaine sits down wrapping his arm around Kurt.
"You have to get use to it. This kind taste like lime, and bread." Kurt wrinkles his nose but takes a sip anyway.
Harley smiled and climbed off Kurt to go get a drink. She came back with a small glass of vodka and a red mixer, siting back on Kurt's lap, him still playing with her hair.
"You should fish-tail your hair more often." Kurt smiles at his work. Blaine nods getting up to putting in the Fire of goblet, then returns to his original position. Harley shrugged before gasping.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asks sitting up.
Harley set down her drink, "We haven't told Uncle Coop." She and her Uncle had always been close. Really close. She could tell him anything, or...almost anything.
"You want to call him?" Blaine asks.
"He might be busy, or asleep..." Kurt mutters rubbing her back.
"We can see if he's online, or text him asking if he can talk." Blaine sets down his drink.
She shook her head, "I'll call him and tell him to come over in the morning... I just can't believe I didn't tell him..." She mumbled the last part, taking all of her drink in one go. She set the empty glass down on the table and leaned back on Kurt.
"Okay." Blaine nods. Kurt smiles lightly, he was scared of what he would think, he didn't want him to blame it on blame, and he knew he wouldn't but he still had to worry about it.
Harley stood back up; she came back from the kitchen with a much larger glass of the same drink.
Blaine picked his drink up again, and relaxed, "Kurt are you okay?"
"Yeah just thinking." Kurt chugs his drink and rests his head on Blaine's shoulder.
Harley sat down next to her Dad's, settling her legs across their laps. "What about?" She asked drinking half of her glass all at once.
"Nothing important pet." Kurt whispers stroking her hair.
"Which means something." Blaine mumbles.
"Later." Kurt whispers so Harley can't hear.
Harley knew something was up, but chose to let it go, "M'kay. I'ma go change. " She said downing the rest of her drink, and going to change into her pajamas.
"What's bothering you?"
"It's silly, I just feel like he may blame it on you, and I don't want that, I know he won't but still...and I care about what he says."
"I don't know what's he going to say I can't promise you anything." Kurt nods nuzzling closer to Blaine, "But-but what if he does?"
"Then that's too bad, because I thought he would know not to blame things we can't help when we didn't know about it. And we can tell him we're doing every thing we can to make this better." Blaine says then chugs the rest of his drink setting it on the floor. Wrapping his arms around Kurt holding him tightly.
"It's still a scary thought though." Kurt mumbles into his chest.
Harley closed her door, and peeled off her shirt. She thought she heard something move, but shrugged it off, blaming the drink she'd had. She walked across the room to get her pajama shirt. She was humming softly to her self when she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. Her mind was racing, trying to comprehend what was happening, when she head Dylan whisper something in her ear. She screamed. Loud.
Blaine and Kurt jump up and run up stairs fearing the worst, "Fuck." Blaine growls when he sees Dylan.
"I'm really tired of this." Kurt moans coming back with a taser gun, taking a moment to get correct aim then tases him at high voltage.
"Damn." Blaine mutters admiring Kurt. "I'm going to go call Officer Davidson." Harley gasped when Dylan shook behind her and fell to the floor. She just stood there half naked, shaking and pale, holding back the tears that would be coming soon.
Kurt takes Harley up in his arms, "Let's get out of this room." Kurt mutters carrying her to their room, grabbing her pants before she leaves. "Dads going to call the police officer who has been helping us, and he's going back to jail." Harley couldn't respond yet. She just let Kurt carry her to his room.
Blaine waited till they took Dylan away; Davidson gave him more paperwork to fill out. "We'll call you in the morning."
"Okay thank you."
"Go take care of your family."
"See you."
"Goodnight Mr. Hummel-Anderson."
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