Drabble: Lovesong by Adele, as suggested by blue-peridot

Started: 12/10/11 12:58 a.m.

Finished: 12/14/11 8:47 p.m.

Summary: Grandpa Kurt muses about his husband.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its respective characters.

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose in loving exasperation as Blaine lightly kicked the soccer ball across the small green lawn. His tongue was peeking over his lip in concentration as he forced his feeble legs to chase after the shorter, faster figure on the other side of the yard.

"I'm gonna beat ya grandpa! I'm gonna beat ya!"

"Oh no you don't! I'll kick your butt!"

Kurt giggled behind his wrinkled hand at their competitive banter, and sure enough, the small boy soon delivered a powerful kick right into the goal net.

"Ohhh, you did it buddy! You beat me! You won!"

Kurt gave a withered smile and rolled his eyes as Blaine tried to hop up and down with their grandson in victory. A hand landed on Kurt's shoulder, and he looked up at his daughter's black curls and admiring blue eyes.

"Dad's never gonna change is he papa," Karen asked fondly, staring into the backyard at Blaine while he did the Macarena.

Kurt sighed and shook his head, equally fond. "I don't think so Karen. Besides, he's too old to change now."

Karen chuckled and bent down to lovingly kiss his cheek. "Yeah, but don't tell him that." She cupped her hands over her mouth. "Dad! Come in, it's dinner time! Burt, you've gotta come wash up first."

"'Kay mama," the five year old chirped, and dashed up to the porch, pausing to wave at Kurt before running into the house. Blaine haltingly made his way up the steps, He was hunched over (like he sometimes was after a lot of strenuous physical activity these days) and clutching his back, his eyes glowing with joy.

"You're 68. You can't bounce back like you used to," Kurt teased, rising to a stand.

Blaine straightened and pouted his lips, looking properly affronted. "I beg your pardon old man! I'm as spry as a schoolboy."

"Sure, right. Tell that to your grandson."

"Hey, I let Burt win," Blaine said with a laugh, his blush giving him away. "Children are very sensitive you know."

Kurt snorted and walked to the backdoor. Blaine beat him to it and pulled the handle, automatically opening it for his husband and stepping aside.

Kurt came to a stop, and he smiled privately. In a lot of ways his husband was really just an oversized kid. It was a lovable trait he'd possessed since they met and never quite grew out of. And despite his advanced years, it never looked inappropriate or strange, or anything other than adorable.

But it was these moments. These effortlessly gallant moments that took Kurt back to when they first dated. When holding hands in public and spontaneous kisses were as adventurous as they got, and even that was enough because it was all so exciting and new for both of them. It all came flooding back for just a blink of time: the smell of coffee, navy and red or red and white, the sound of a school bell. And in that blink he watched the years fade away on Blaine. His pale, bagged skin became taught and tan. His hunched, trembling stature was erect and confident. And his silver, thinning hair was black and curling around his head.

In just that tiny bit of routine chivalry, Blaine was a boy again.

"Kurt!" Blaine called, pulling him back to reality, and Kurt grinned with it. Grinned, because despite the terrifying excitement of those first few years, things between them had only gotten better.

Kurt approached the open door and laced their fingers together, staring into Blaine's aged eyes.

"I love you Blaine."

Blaine's eyes flickered, and he smiled back, not acknowledging Kurt's momentary lapse because he understood. Even after all these years, he understood.

"I love you too Kurt," he whispered, and softly kissed his husband's lips.

FIN

Once again, prompt provided by blue-peridot! Thank you dear! I hope you don't mind that I went a little literal again. ^^; I'm still accepting prompts; be they song-related, or just drabbles you'd like to see, shoot something my way! :)