Chapter 29

"I think that Meggie should be our bridesmaid-flower girl." Rosie said. Kurt smiled.

"She would look adorable in a little ivory dress," He commented. "Maybe a few white flowers in her hair..."

"Exactly what I was thinking!" Rosie said. "And that little basket full of flowers that the flower girl always has!" Kurt clapped his hands together.

"That would be perfect for Meggie! I mean, when are you guys getting married?"

"Well, we were hoping for March or April next year."

"So Meggie would be two years old," Kurt said thoughtfully. "Hmm... She is going to look absolutely adorable!" Blaine bit back a yawn.

"Listen, I'm just going to go for a walk. Dad, do you want to join me?" Mr Anderson, who was actually looking close to fatigue, jumped up, nodding.

"Fine, take Meggie with you," Kurt said. "She could use some fresh air." He turned back to Rosie, ready to discuss more plans. Blaine pulled his jacket on, and picked Meggie up.

"Come on," He said. "We're gonna go for a short walk." She nodded, as Blaine followed James out the door.


"Wow, she's grown," James commented, watching as Blaine gently held Meggie's hand while she toddled along. "She'll end up taller than you if you're not careful..."

"Dad!" Blaine went red. James laughed.

"I'm kidding, son, I'm kidding. Well, maybe when she's eighteen that'll be true, but..."

"Dad," Blaine interrupted. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" James frowned.

"What do you mean by stupid?" Blaine didn't answer for a moment.

"Well, like cheat on her-"

"Blaine... How many times am I going to tell you that she's not like your mother?" Blaine snorted.

"Oh, I know that already. What I meant is after your history with women, your daughter seems to think that you should just leave the women alone." James sighed.

"Look, I can't expect Samantha to forgive me. I mean, after you being put in hospital, you both coming out at that point, that weekend when we had Kurt around... Well, her childhood wasn't quite the same. And neither was yours," He put his hand on Blaine's arm. "You know, after I left Sara, and I got to know your kids, I realised that you two are pretty much the only things I still loved, before Rosie." Blaine nodded.

"Have you spoken to her?" Blaine asked. He'd refused to call her his 'mother', or 'mom'. "You know, since after the divorce?"

"A few times." He admitted.

"When?" Blaine asked. Meggie was clinging to his hand, trying to pull him in another direction, so he stopped for a moment and picked her up.

"Well, for one, I thought she might want to come and see your wedding, but she didn't want to come."

"Typical," Blaine said, disgusted. "What mother doesn't want to see her only son get married?"

"Or when Samantha and Maddie got married," James added. "Not that I think Samantha minded. At all." Blaine snorted.

"You've got that right. Any other time?"

"When you and Kurt told me you were having a baby, I phoned her up, but she didn't seem to care."

"Of course she didn't." James sighed, and went to sit on a nearby bench. Blaine did the same, keeping Meggie warm in his lap.

"I phoned her countless times during the pregnancy, Blaine, I did. Like when you found out it was a girl. Or, when you told me what you were naming her."

"Did you call her when Meggie was born?" Blaine asked, nuzzling himself into Meggie's curls. James nodded.

"Yes. Several times. I yelled at her to come down, but she just hung up. So I gave up."

"Yelling gets you no where...Even if she deserved it." Blaine added.

"I know, I know. And, just for good measure, I called her up when I started dating Rosie, and before I proposed. Do you know what she said?" Blaine shook his head. "She said, 'Like I could give a fuck'." Blaine winced. "What?"

"Don't swear around her... please." Blaine gritted out. "She likes to repeat words she hears, and I don't want her to know a single swearword before she's thirteen, at least." James grinned.

"I doubt that will happen, Blaine, but I understand," James looked down for a moment. "Blaine, I want to be totally honest with you." Blaine looked up. "Your mother has a new life now. She doesn't need us, or anyone who's even vaguely related to us."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well, she's married again. Well, she's on her fourth husband now."

"What happened to the last two?"

"I think the man after me became broke, and the man after that died under suspicious circumstances." Blaine bit back a snort.

"Suspicious circumstances..." He muttered.

"Anyway, Blaine, she is never going to agknowledge us anymore," Blaine nodded. "Everytime I've told her to see her son or daughter, she'll say she has no children." Blaine bit back the lump in his throat. "Blaine, I can't lie to you. But you need to know."

"D-Did she ever love us?" Blaine asked.

"Well, it depends-"

"When I say love, I mean like how Kurt and I love Meggie." Blaine stated. James swallowed.

"N-No," Blaine looked down. "Blaine, I don't want to make you upset."

"I-I know."

"Blaine, I'm not trying to replace your mother-"

"She's not my mother," Blaine said, sort of sharply. "She stopped being my mother the day I was born. Before that. She never was. In any sense of the word."

"Blaine, I love you and Samantha dearly, and I'm happy that you're both happy with, you know, people who love you, and are as open about who they are." Blaine nodded.

"T-Thanks. Have you told Sam about you and Rosie?" James nodded, grimacing slightly. Blaine weakly smiled.

"Well, Maddie seemed overjoyed, happy for us and all, but Samantha got quite mad, in a way. She hung up on me."

"I guess after the cra- I mean, rubbish childhood she had, she doesn't really want another mother." Blaine said, careful not to say a bad word around Meggie, who was giggling at some fat looking pigeons.

"She'll come around," James said wisely. "I mean, it took me almost five years to get used to the idea of my children being gay. I'm sure that, after a while, she'll be just as happy for me." It was only then that Blaine realised that he and his father had the same eyes.


"Blaine?" Blaine blinked at the ceiling in the dark.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"A-Are you OK?" Kurt asked, careful what to say.

"I guess." Kurt rolled onto his side so that he was facing Blaine's side, wrapping his arms around the shorter man.

"It's just that you looked kind of, I don't know, put out when you guys returned from your walk." Blaine reached his arm out and pulled Kurt closer, giving a sigh.

"I guess. Did you know that my dad invited... You know, that bitch I'm meant to call my mother... well, he invited her to our wedding." Kurt gasped.

"No! Why?" Kurt hated Mrs Anderson so much.

"Maybe Dad thought she'd have changed her mind. You know, about thinking we were disgusting."

"Well, I think we can see the answer, clearly." Blaine sighed.

"I mean, I've always known that my mother's never loved me," Blaine said. Kurt bit his lip, hating seeing his husband so sad. "But, you know, I always thought that there was the slightest chance..." He broke off. "I'm being stupid."

"No you're not," Kurt said firmly. "When I was eight, I always believed, after my Mom died, that she'd come back somehow... But she never did." Blaine pulled Kurt tighter to him. "Look, Rosie is going to be a great mother to you, and a great grandma to Meggie. And I personally cannot wait until your Dad and Rosie get married. I will be standing there, tears spilling from eyes, as your Dad does what we did." Blaine nodded into Kurt's hair.

"Thanks." Blaine fell asleep, surrounded by the scent of Kurt's shampoo.

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