Kurt woke up the next morning to their bodies wrapped around each other. Blaine's head was resting on his chest and their hands were linked together. They had fallen asleep quickly the night before, sharing a moment filled with passion. Because this time Kurt couldn't hide behind the alcohol, they had barely had a few drinks and weren't even tipsy when they left the restaurant.
Kurt extracted himself from the bed and from Blaine's embrace, making sure not to wake the man up. Quickly Kurt tidied his room and put his pajamas on before stepping out into the hall. He leant against the door the moment it was shut closed, his forehead resting against the cold wood. It was such a mess, Kurt knew he was attracted to Blaine, he would always be attracted to Blaine, and last night Blaine's body against his had made Kurt feverish. The ghost of Blaine's hands on his body made him shiver and Kurt remembered how kissing Blaine's skin had felt, it had been perfect, their bodies fit amazingly together when Kurt had rutted against Blaine's hip. But somewhere in the back of his mind Kurt couldn't help but think about how the situation was mixing his feelings up. He didn't want to mess up the life they had with throwing whatever he felt in the middle, he couldn't. Everything was so fragile already that absolutely anything could make the balance lean on the wrong side.
Kurt felt a little hand grabbing his pajamas pants and giving it a few pulls. Kurt looked down and there was little Jules, watching him with his big eyes and his hand still filled with the fabric of his pants.
"Papa? You okay?"
"Yes, Jules. I'm fine. Did you sleep well?" Kurt asked, kneeling on the floor to hug Jules.
"It was alright." Jules shrugged. "Can you make me breakfast? Unc'e Finn only gave me Cheetos last night." Kurt smiled at the boy and made a mental note to tell Finn about what good food options were for a meal.
"Of course, what do you want?"
"Pancakes! No crepes! No… wait. Pancakes." Jules finally decided before walking to the kitchen and climbing on a stool to watch Kurt prepare the food.
Kurt was in the middle of mixing all the ingredients together when Blaine walked out of his room. Kurt bit his lip at how cute Blaine looked with his hair curly and sticking up everywhere, probably caused by Kurt himself last night. Kurt also hoped that Jules wouldn't notice that Blaine was walking out of Kurt's room and not his own, but the little boy didn't say anything and instead tried to steal some of the batter.
"Hello there, Monkey." Blaine said to his son, kissing his matching mop of curls.
"Hi, Daddy. Papa is making pancakes!" Jules answered, licking his little finger.
Kurt looked over to Blaine and they locked eyes for a second, both staying silent, not moving one bit. Kurt could feel that Blaine was waiting just like he was, for one of them to move, to say something to acknowledge what had happened the past night or brush it off. Kurt could feel his insides screaming at him to reach out to Blaine, to take his hand and kiss it, to hug him and whisper into his ear a warm hello.
Instead Kurt smiled at Blaine before turning his attention back to what he was doing.
"Good morning, Blaine." Kurt said, his eyes focusing on the pancakes instead of the man in front of him. Kurt felt Blaine's eyes on him, but he couldn't say what the emotions were that were painting his face, he didn't want to know, couldn't face him.
"Good morning to you too, Kurt." Blaine finally answered before walking away. "I'm going to take a shower."
Kurt silently nodded to himself before looking up at Jules and smiling at him. They continued to cook together, but Kurt's mind wandered. He couldn't do that to them, to whatever kind of relationship they all had together, in a month he would be gone and he had no idea when the next time he would be able to come back here would be. Instead he had to focus on Jules, on making memories with him and sharing as many moments with him as he could.
They barely talked to each other the rest of the day, not because they were mad but because they had no idea what to say or how to behave after the night they had. When Kurt would pass things to Blaine he tried very carefully not to touch him, afraid that just a simple touch would made all his resolutions crumble. Blaine didn't make any move to try and change the situation either, they were both tiptoeing around each other because it was awkward. After they finally said their good night to each other and retreated to their own rooms, Kurt thought that Blaine probably didn't want him the way he might want Blaine since he hadn't said anything.
Kurt lay in his bed on his back, his eyes on the ceiling. He tried not to think about how last night at the exact same time he had been with Blaine, in his arms. It was not about sex, it was about the intimacy they had together. Kurt closed his eyes and extended his arms to the side of the bed where Blaine had slept. It was cold now but it probably still smelled like him and if Kurt thought hard enough about it, he could probably pretend that Blaine was next to him.
The next day the tension between them lessened as they had to go on with everyday life and they had to take care of Jules, work and grocery shopping. They even laughed for minutes at dinner that night, before trying to calm themselves and look away. That night Kurt positioned several pillows next to him to pretend there was someone else sleeping there.
On Thursday Kurt received an email from his father with too many emoticons for a man his age and his itinerary from Ohio to New York. The man hadn't lied when he said he would be here in a few days, the man would be landing the next day and staying the whole weekend. Kurt immediately reached for his phone and dialed the right number.
"Kurt? Hello, you're okay?" Kurt mentally kicked himself, because even if things were better between them Kurt was still walking on eggshells around Blaine and calling him in the middle of the day probably wasn't the best move.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Am I bothering you during a shift?"
"I'm actually on inventory duty today, so you're saving me from boredom. What's happening?"
"I was just calling you to see if you'd be okay with my father coming to visit us this weekend?"
"This weekend as in, this end of the week? As in tomorrow?" Kurt worried at his bottom lip, thinking that Blaine was about to refuse.
"Yes tomorrow."
"I… huh. Well it's good, right? Tomorrow, wow. Huh, I'm nervous. Is it okay to be nervous?" Kurt chuckled at that as he tried to shake off the stiffness in his shoulders.
"Don't be, you know he's just a big teddy bear inside. But seriously, is it okay?"
"Yes, sure. Of course. Jules is going to be ecstatic!" They talked out the details of Burt's arrival and hung up after few minutes
Burt was going to stay at a hotel but Kurt still had to go grocery shopping, he arrived late at the apartment, Jules was already in his tiger onesie, his hair damp from the bath he probably had a few minutes earlier. Kurt kissed Jules and helped him going to bed, he read two bedtime stories and when he finally closed his door Blaine was waiting for him with a big glass of red wine.
"Long day?" The man asked, placing a plate full of food in front of Kurt.
"Very, I had no idea that creating the next issue of a magazine was that stressful, even picking between two small accessories is stressful! And they were almost the same but it took me hours to make up my mind!" Kurt whined, earning a smile from Blaine.
"I'm sure you're going to do just fine."
"Let's hope so. How was inventory at the bar?"
"Long and boring, then boring and long but mostly boring." Blaine joked, sipping at his own glass of wine. "I'm whining but it's actually not that bad, it's thorough work and a little bit repetitive, gave me some time to think." Blaine shrugged, taking another sip of his drink.
"I-"
"So what about your father?" Blaine cut in and Kurt frowned at him. Blaine wasn't looking at him, his head was buried in the fridge and Kurt didn't try to decipher Blaine's behavior. They talked some more about Burt and about their plans for the weekend before both going to their rooms.
Kurt was once again trying to sleep, several pillows pressed against his side when his door opened a little and closed quickly.
"Kurt?" Kurt sat on his bed, pushing the pillow away as he looked over at Blaine who was leaning against the door, his eyes already on Kurt.
"Yes?" Blaine crossed the room and crawled on the bed before sitting on Kurt's lap, straddling him, his legs on either side of Kurt's. Blaine took Kurt's face in between his hands and kissed him deeply. Kurt felt the desperation in Blaine's kiss, there was the need of feeling another skin against his, his own skin burning hot under Blaine's fingers.
"Please," Blaine whined. "Just, I need this, just tonight, okay?" Kurt looked deeply into Blaine's eyes, searching for an answer to this behavior but in the end he just found that he didn't care, if he could have Blaine one more time, one last time then so be it, he would make the most of it.
Kurt didn't answer Blaine and instead kissed him again, they discarded the little clothing they had on and fell apart under each other's touch, kissing passionately and thrusting against each other. They let all the frustration of the past week pour into their touches and Kurt tried to bottle every single detail of the night in his mind. He tried to listen closely to Blaine's noises, to remember how Blaine's hands felt on him, how perfectly their hips thrusted against the other and how good Blaine smelled. Kurt locked everything about Blaine in his mind, his eyes when he looked over at Kurt with want, his kisses on his neck and the way he bit Kurt's bottom lip or how he ran his hands all over Kurt's body. Kurt scratched his fingers on Blaine's scalp as the man orgasmed, spilling come between them as he came to the sound of Blaine breathing hard against his neck. They hung tight to each other, not saying a word and trying to calm their erratic hearts. They stayed flushed against each other, not looking at the other, the silence blanketing them. Kurt felt asleep to the light pressure of Blaine's fingers on his chest as he drew silly patterns on it and when Kurt woke up in the middle of the night Blaine's side was already empty.
When Kurt woke up for the second time on Friday and almost ran into Blaine he stopped for a second, not knowing once again how to handle this. They were two adults, they should've been able to sleep together without this being awkward. So Kurt decided to act like everything was normal and talked to Blaine about his plans for the day and Blaine asked for his. After a few more civilities Kurt had to run to his job and he felt like he was running all day. When he finally found himself at the gate his father was supposed to come from, Kurt felt like it was the first time that day he was able to breathe.
When Burt finally pushed the doors of the gate open, Kurt rushed into his arms.
"Hello, son." Burt chuckled into his son's embrace. "Been too long since the last time. Don't do that to your old man ever again." Kurt pushed himself away from his father and smiled broadly at him.
"I promise. How was your flight?"
"Fine, but I'm glad I'm on the ground now. It shouldn't be normal for humans to be that far up in the sky." Kurt collected Burt's luggage and lead him to the taxi line.
"So, how's my grandson doing?" Kurt really looked at his father and he didn't know how he had both dreaded and waited for Burt to ask this but he did. He knew his father would have much more acceptance to the situation, only accentuating his own reluctance. But he had also waited for it because of course his father would love Jules already.
"He's… oh Dad, he is perfect." Kurt admitted, bowing his head down as he tried to hide the big and proud smile he had on his face.
"I can't wait to meet the little guy. Must have been quite a shock, how are you feeling?" They climbed into the cab and Kurt gave the driver instructions before turning back to his father.
"It was… challenging. I didn't exactly handled everything perfectly at first with Jules but I guess we're getting there."
"That's good." But nodded and shake his head a little before continuing. "And with Blaine?"
Kurt stayed silent for a moment, because how were things with Blaine? He didn't have a clear idea of what his feelings were, he didn't know where they stood together but he knew that somewhere in chaos they were good together for Jules.
"We're managing. We reached some kind of an equilibrium for Jules." Kurt knew that Burt must have sensed he wasn't telling the whole truth, his father knew him better than anyone else and he knew when Kurt wasn't saying everything but the man didn't push the discussion further, instead asking about Jules.
When they finally reached the building Burt hesitated before walking in.
"Dad?"
"What if he doesn't like me?" Burt asked, fear evident in his eyes. Kurt smiled at his father and patted him on the back.
"Dad, you're going to be an amazing grandfather, trust me. You are already the best dad I could have asked for and I think being a granddad is kind of easier. You get to spoil him and spend time with him without punishing him when he does something wrong. You're going to be his favorite person in the word."
"Yeah, okay. Let's go."
Both men walked to the elevator and soon enough they were stepping into Kurt's living room. Burt stayed silent, taking in where his son was living. The condo was probably bigger than his own house and much better decorated. Burt smiled at Kurt with pride before letting his son show him around.
"This is Jules' room, ready?" Kurt asked, seeing his father taking a big breath and nodding. Kurt opened the door and peeked inside. "Jules, buddy? I have someone to present you."
The little boy stopped playing with Blaine and looked over his shoulder to his other father, waiting patiently for Kurt to continue. Kurt moved away from the door, giving Burt some space to enter the room.
"Jules, this is your granddad, my father." Kurt explained to the child before turning to his own father. "Dad, this is your grandson Jules." Kurt and Blaine both held their breath while waiting for either of the other two men in the room to do something. Burt was frozen in place, looking at Jules in awe and his eyes a little watery. Against all odds Jules stood up from the floor and walked toward the older man, waiting a little when he was finally in front of him. The two studied each other for a few more seconds before Jules extended his arms to Burt, asking silently for the man to haul him up in his arms.
Burt chuckled at the sign and gladly took Jules into his arms. Burt hugged Jules tightly before pushing his head away to talk to the child.
"Well hello there. I'm Burt." The man bopped Jules' nose who giggled and launched himself at Burt , putting his little arms around the man's neck.
"I'm glad you're here because I already have too many uncles but no granddad. So you're my first granddad."
Both Kurt and Blaine let out the breath they knew perfectly well that they were holding. They all moved to the living room, Kurt letting Blaine supervise his father and Jules as he poured them some drinks.
"You're oddly fashionable, kiddo. I'm wondering who you've taken that from." Kurt overheard his father saying.
"Well, I think you're oddly fashionable too. Your shirt has checkers with lots of colors." Jules pointed out, tugging at Burt's shirt to touch the material. "But it's soft, I like soft. I have a Winnie that's soft just like your shirt." Both Burt and Blaine laughed at Jules and Kurt set the tray with drinks on the table before sitting down as well.
"You have a mouthy child, Kurt. But a genuinely caring one." Burt said, looking at Kurt first before moving to Blaine. "I can see the both of you in him." Kurt noticed Blaine toying with the hem of his shirt nervously at Burt's words and made a note to himself to talk to Blaine later that night.
"So Dad, what are your plans for this weekend?"
"I was thinking about spending some time with this little one." Burt ruffled Jules's hair, earning a serious glare. "What would you like to do, kiddo?"
"Pancakes!" Jules exclaimed throwing his little arms in the air. "Papa, we haven't had Sunday pancakes at the diner in a while, can we go, please?" Jules proceeded to pout adorably at his father.
"Uh, yes. Sure." Kurt answered, turning to Blaine to see if it was okay for him as well.
"It's a very good idea, Monkey. So tomorrow you're spending some time with your granddad and Sunday morning pancakes?" Burt nodded as Jules fist bumped in the air.
"Is it weird that I can see some of Finn in him as well?" Burt asked in confusion as both Kurt and Blaine burst into laughter.
A/N: Burt in New York is one of my weakness, so here he is and will be in the next chapter!
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