Double update...Didn't believe me did ya XD
Thanks again to Shelly!
Also if anyone has any good baby fics where Kurt has a baby or Blaine has a baby and they meet? Or if they have cute babies together... I need fluff XD
Chapter 52
"Daddy..." Devon woke up and frowned. He was not in his amazing space bedroom. He was not on his fluffy bouncy sofa at home. Panic ran through him as he sat up, his head spinning making him feel sick. His eyes started to water and a sob broke from his chest. "Daddy!" He screamed loudly.
The door bust open and someone that made him smile rushed in. "Hey you, what's wrong buddy?"
"Grandpa?" Devon sniffled. He jumped up off of the bed and raced forward, stopping quickly and holding his hands over his mouth. Burt seeing what was about to happen grabbed the small trash can from the spare room and put it in front of Devon just in time for his young grandson to be sick.
"That's it, let it out." Burt soothed rubbing Devon's back. "You'll feel better now."
Devon finished and looked up with such tired eyes that made Burt's heart ache. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Everyone is downstairs."
"Daddies?" Devon whispered, letting his grandpa carry him to the bathroom.
"They're downstairs, Kurt's asleep and Blaine is attempting to help Carol make some pasta for dinner."
"Daddy can't cook that good." Devon yawned, allowing Grandpa Burt to take his clothes off so he can have a shower.
"I know. Carol is going to do lots of supervision." Burt chuckled, he turned the water on warm and handed Devon a sponge, he washed himself quickly and giggled when he washed his willy, making Burt roll his eyes. Kurt used to do the exact same thing.
"What's supervision?" Devon asked, the word sounding cute coming from his mouth.
"Supervision means when an adult is watching someone to make sure they do something right, or so they don't get hurt..."
"Like you and me now?" Devon asked as he handed his superman sponge back to Burt and pointed to his hair.
"Yes." Burt smiled. "Are you feeling better?" Burt asked, he was glad the young boy didn't have a fever any more, he knew from experience sometimes you just needed to get it out of your system and you'll feel better. Which seemed to be the case with Devon. It had been a long day for him, getting up early, having a cold, being on a plane, all the busyness of the day had probably led to him being sick.
"Better." Devon smiled. "My nose feels funny and my throat but I don't think I wanna be sick and that's good because I didn't like it."
"I don't think anyone likes being sick." Burt said softly.
"Daddy must like it." Devon said as he leant back against Burt so he could wash his hair.
"Why do you say that?" Burt asked, running his fingers through the curls of his grandson, his hair was so thick and curly and long. Now it was wet it was almost at his shoulders. He really needed a haircut.
"Well daddy has been sick lots." Devon said blinking up. "No sick in my hair?"
"No." Burt smiled rinsing it out.
"Good." Devon nodded.
"I don't think your daddy likes being sick, I think he's being sick because he's not well." Burt said softly, he had promised Blaine and Kurt that he wouldn't let Devon know he knew his secret.
"Oh." Devon nodded. "S'probably right Grandpa."
"Right, you're all clean. What do you want to wear?" Burt asked.
Devon looked down and giggled. "Nothing." With that he rushed past Burt and raced downstairs leaving little wet footprints along the carpet. Laughing, Burt followed him downstairs. Kurt had done the exactly the same thing when he was a boy.
"Daddy!" Blaine turned around when he heard his son giggling, he frowned when he saw a wet naked Devon giggling hysterically behind him. "I'm naked."
"I see that." Blaine laughed. "Why are you naked?"
"I didn't want clothes today. I had a shower. I was sick. Yuck!" Devon nodded jumping around more.
"Maybe you should stop jumping if you were sick..." Blaine said chewing his lip.
Burt came down behind Devon and grabbed his waist making Devon squeal excitedly. "Was he sick? Is he okay?"
"I'm okay!" Devon giggled.
"He was sick when he ran off the bed, he's showered and clean, he said his nose and throat still feel funny but he has no fever." Burt assured Blaine. "Are you going anywhere or shall we put fresh pyjamas on?"
"I want my suit!" Devon declared.
"Pyjamas. We're going out tomorrow." Blaine smiled.
"No suit?" Devon pouted.
"Baby you don't own a suit." Blaine smiled kissing his hair.
"Where's Carol?" Devon frowned looking around the kitchen. He gasped when he saw his dad cutting cheese. "Where's your supervisioning?"
"My what now?" Blaine frowned looking between Devon and Burt. He had surely missed something right?
"You're supervisionining. Carol is meant to watch you so you don't hurt yourself or make the pasta not nice!" Devon said looking proud of himself. He knew something his daddy didn't!
"I can make pasta on my own." Blaine pouted. "Carol is just talking to Finn."
"Uncle Finn is here?" Devon screamed.
"No he's on the phone. He'll be here soon. So you need to go and get your pyjamas on."
"Ooooooooookay." Devon said shaking his head.
"I'm not giving him Benadryl again." Blaine said looking up at Burt with wide eyes.
"You know Kurt was exactly the same when he had medicine like that." Burt said.
"Really?" Blaine grinned.
"Oh yeah. He'd get really hyper on it. Lucky for me Kurt wasn't really a sick child. Probably because at the age of four he had me making him fruit smoothies instead of milkshakes."
"Gross." Blaine laughed.
"You're telling me." Burt smiled. "So, Finn and everyone are coming round tonight, if Devon is in pyjamas he'll be upset that he's not dressed up..."
"Oh right yeah, well let him pick what he wants then." Blaine shrugged. "Thanks for cleaning him up."
"It's okay." Burt smiled squeezing Blaine's shoulder softly. "How's Kurt?"
"Exhausted." Blaine sighed. "I'm leaving him sleep till I can."
"Well I can keep Devon occupied for you?"
"Thanks." Blaine smiled, he was so grateful for Burt at this moment in time.
"No problem." Burt smiled before walking up to a very demanding Devon.
Kurt woke up slowly, he could feel someone near him, every so often a hand would gently rub against his cheek. Soft fingers pushing his hair out from his face, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked up to see Blaine watching him. "Hello beautiful." Blaine whispered against his lips.
"Hey." Kurt smiled, his cheeks blushing when Blaine kissed his lips. Blaine loved that about him. "What time is it?"
"Almost five, everyone is getting here for about six. I thought you might want to freshen up." Blaine smiled.
"You let me sleep, what about dinner and Devon?" Kurt smiled sitting up slightly.
"He's with Burt. I helped Carol make dinner. You were tired, I didn't want you sleeping on your guests."
"Our guests." Kurt whispered against him.
"They're your friends..." Blaine smiled.
"Maybe you'll find a few familiar faces in the crowd." Kurt whispered against his lips. "I'm going to get dressed. You should change, you have pasta sauce on your top."
"Damn." Blaine pouted, he stood up with Kurt and took his hand in his and headed to the spare bedroom where their bags were. "So who's coming that I will know?" Blaine asked.
"You'll see." Kurt grinned.
"I'm confused." Blaine pouted.
"I know." Kurt giggled, he pulled of his comfortable sweater and found a nice shirt, he had got it a size bigger and made some of his own adjustments so it wasn't too tight around his stomach, he added a black waist coat and a broach Devon had got him for Christmas last year, it was in the shape of a D and had a bird on it. Kurt wore it for luck, and even though he knew everyone would be supportive of him, he still felt like he needed it.
"Do you think it will go okay today?" Blaine asked, pulling on his purple pants, he found a black shirt and pulled that on and a silver bowtie and grinned.
"I think it will. But I'm still nervous." Kurt sighed, he turned and saw what Blaine was wearing and rolled his eyes. "They're going to think I dressed you to match my outfit."
"Well you did pack my bag..." Blaine grinned.
"Only because you were going to put seven pairs of loafers in. Seven Blaine. We're here for three weeks, you don't need seven pairs of shoes."
"Excuse me you packed six..." Blaine pouted trying to defend himself.
"Yes but not all of them were loafers." Kurt countered.
"True." Blaine smiled, glad his lover was feeling up to banter with him. "So, Devon was sick earlier."
"He was what?"
"But he's fine." Blaine said quickly. "Like your dad cleaned him up and everything, he got really hyper on Benadryl...we're not giving it to him again."
"What if he needs it?" Kurt laughed.
"They're has to be something else. You didn't see him, he came running down stairs naked and he was shaking around and he said I needed supervision to cook."
"You do need supervision to cook.."
"Only sometimes." Blaine grinned wrapping his arms around Kurt. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kurt smiled pressing his lips against Blaine's. "Let's go and put some decorations or something up."
"Me and Carol have that sorted, Devon is distracting Burt so Carol is finishing it all up."
"Okay." Kurt smiled. "What's Devon doing?"
"Probably driving Burt crazy." Blaine nodded with a serious expression.
"Probably." Kurt chuckled.
