Happy Easter to all those who celebrate! And for those who don't, have an awesome weekend! :)
Now on to some jealous!Kurt, but probably not in the way you're thinking...
Rating: K
It was October, and Kurt and Rachel were traveling to Lima. Burt was receiving some sort of award from the city for his political service as congressman and they felt they should be there. Burt kept blowing it off as no big deal, but Kurt was proud of his father and wanted to support him. He also really missed his family and wanted to visit.
Carole had been so excited to hear that they were coming home for the week, practically crying when Kurt told her over the phone. Kurt would like to think he had a bigger part in his excitement, but he knew she just wanted to see Rachel, who was now four months pregnant. They had just found out last week they were expecting a girl.
Burt and Carole met them at the gate of the airport with wide smiles and tight hugs. Carole immediately put her hands on the small bump, tears in her eyes. Rachel just smiled and let her do her thing, she had gotten used to hands on that part of her body recently.
Kurt stood next to his father and watched as his stepmother's hands roved over his wife's belly.
"Good luck Carole, she never seems to-"
"I felt her! I felt her kick. Oh my, does she always kick that hard?" Carole continued rubbing her belly, not noticing the shocked and slightly pained look on Rachel's face.
"Wait, what?" Kurt did a double take. "You felt it?"
Carole stood up straight and Kurt could see the unshed tears in her eyes. "Clear as day. She must have been so excited to meet Grandma." She noticed how sad Kurt looked and glanced at Rachel, who was wearing a guilty expression. "What's wrong?"
Rachel walked over and took Kurt's hand. "Kurt's never been able to feel the baby before. I can feel her move and kick, but she's never done it strong enough for anyone else to feel it, until now anyway."
Carole put a hand over her mouth. "Oh Kurt, I'm sorry. I had no-"
Kurt just shook his head. "It's okay. I'm just glad to know that somebody can get a kick out of her." He let go of Rachel's hand and picked up their bags. "Can we go now?"
Burt clapped his son on the shoulder, knowing that Kurt was more hurt then he let on. "Absolutely. Your room is all made up for you guys with fresh sheets and everything. Carole even made your favorite for dinner, Kurt."
Rachel knew that Kurt had been hurt by what happened in the airport earlier that day. He had tried to play it off then, but she could see right through him, and so could his parents. He wasn't fooling anyone, really.
As soon as they had arrived at the Hudson-Hummel home, Kurt walked straight up the stairs with their bags and started unpacking. He didn't come down again until dinnertime where he played with his food more than eating it.
"The food was lovely Carole," Rachel praised as they were clearing off the table. She nudged Kurt with her foot, tilting her head in Carole's direction.
"Oh, yeah. It was good. Thanks." Kurt said, giving his stepmother a strained smile. And went back to staring at his phone.
The whole family gathered in the living room to watch a movie before bed. Burt and Carole were cuddled up on the love seat and Rachel was perched on the right end of the couch. Kurt walked in and sat on the other end of the couch, almost as if he wanted to be as far away from Rachel as possible. She frowned, but knew that Kurt needed his space when he was upset sometimes.
Throughout the movie, Carole kept glancing at her stepson with a guilty expression. She hated that she had taken that experience of a first kick from him. She and Kurt had never had the best relationship, but she felt they were getting closer as time went on, especially after Finn had passed. She saw Kurt as her son, just as much as Finn was, and disliked seeing him so upset.
Kurt excused himself before the movie had ended, claiming he was tired from the flight and just wanted to go to bed. He kissed Rachel on the cheek, politely told his parents goodnight, and sulked up the stairs.
Rachel noticed Carole watching her stepson leave the room with tears in her eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking. "Don't even think about it, Carole."
Carole whipped her head over to Rachel. "But I-"
"No. There is nothing to be sorry for as you did nothing wrong." She placed a hand on her tummy, rubbing gently. "Just because our little peanut has the worst timing, doesn't mean you did anything wrong."
Burt put his arm around Carole and squeezed. "I raised that boy and I know what he's feelin. He's not mad at you Carole, he's jealous. He hasn't been able to feel her yet so he's just being-"
"An ass?" Rachel finished. She got up and hugged both Burt and Carole. "Please don't be upset just because my husband is being an idiot."
Rachel then climbed the stairs and entered their room, where Kurt was lying on top of the covers, messing with his iPad. She shut the door quietly before crossing her arms and glaring at Kurt.
"What?" Kurt asked without even looking up from his iPad, which made Rachel even more upset with him.
"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel whisper yelled, throwing her hands up.
Kurt put down the iPad at that and gave Rachel a blank look. "What are you talking about?"
"Stop it right now, Kurt. You are being very mean and disrespectful toward your parents, especially Carole. You made her cry, Kurt. And that is not like you at all."
Kurt sported a sheepish look at this information and lowered his head. Rachel wasn't through with him, however.
"All she did was place her hands on my stomach at the right time, okay? She didn't 'take your moment'; you will still get to do that. I get that you're upset but-"
"No, you don't get it." Kurt murmured. He raised his head to look at Rachel, who noticed the tears streaming down his face.
"You don't get it, Rachel. You're carrying her. You get to feel her all the time and know that she's there and well. I've been trying to feel her for weeks and I get nothing. Then all of a sudden my stepmother is there and she makes her appearance."
Kurt rose from the bed and began pacing the room. "Did I do something wrong? What if she doesn't like me already? She's going to come into this world knowing that I'm going to be a terrible father and-"
"Is that what this is all about?" Rachel interrupted. She sighed and tugged Kurt to sit on the bed with her. She caressed his cheek. "You are not going to be a terrible father."
Kurt opened his mouth to argue but Rachel kept going. "No, you listen to me. Our baby doesn't 'hate' you. She loves you, I can feel it."
Kurt looked skeptical. "You can?"
"Whenever you're around me, I can feel her wiggle. And even though you couldn't feel it, I could feel the kicks when you rubbed my tummy. I think she gets the most excited when you speak to her."
Kurt smiled shyly, but Rachel could tell he still had his doubts.
"The fact that you care so much proves that you will be a wonderful father." She placed both hands on his cheeks, framing his face gently and making sure he was looking her right in the eye as she continued. "You are Kurt Elijah Hummel. Best friend, caring husband, and soon to be wonderful father. I know it."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Rachel tightly. "I'm sorry. You were right."
"I know." Rachel responded simply, pulling a chuckle from Kurt. She got up and started getting ready for bed while Kurt went downstairs to apologize to Carole. After they had talked it out, he came back into the room to see Rachel asleep in bed. He turned off the lights and joined her in bed, leaning his head down next to her stomach. He rubbed the bump gently as he whispered into the darkness.
"I just want you to love me as much as I love you, Peanut. I might not be the greatest dad like Mommy thinks, but I'm going to do my best. I promise." He then felt fingers combing through his hair, signifying that Rachel was now awake, but he didn't care. He continued caressing her tummy, speaking to their baby until he started falling asleep. Right before he completely drifted off, he felt something nudge his hand. He was wide-awake instantly, sitting up quickly and startling Rachel.
"What? What is it?"
Before Kurt could explain he felt another nudge this one stronger against his hand. And then another.
"I can feel her. Rach! She's kicking me. I can feel it! Oh my god," Kurt babbled.
Rachel giggled and put her hand over Kurt's, thankful that their daughter finally gave him what he wanted. Her husband was a ball of excitement now, speaking excitedly to her tummy and feeling for more kicks.
Rachel was tired after their long day, but didn't have the heart to tell Kurt to stop so she could sleep. He had waited for so long to feel their baby and now that it started, she couldn't tell him to stop. Instead, she lay her head back down, ran a hand through Kurt's hair, and listened to him talk to their child.