Welcome to this story! I decided to write two stories at the time, but there will be slow updates, but I'm trying my best to write as much as possible. Again, this will be a story without smut and English isn't my first language so please bear with the spelling errors.
Please enjoy and review.
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"Blaine, are you going out with us this Friday?" Jeff asked as he and Nick had barged into his apartment again.
"No I'm not," the curly-haired man informed his friends. "Going out means watching you two make out in some bar until you, Jeff," he pointed to the blonde, "push me into some stranger that wants to take me home."
"You can't just sit there and expect a threesome with us," Jeff smirked. "I'd rather push you into the arms of a handsome stranger who can easily sweep you off your feet and be your Prince Charming." The blonde batted his eyes and moved closer to his husband, mimicking Blaine and pretending to swoon into Nick's arms. "Oh, save me, Handsome Stranger, I'm Blaine Devon Anderson, a male Damsel in Distress who needs to get my act together and get laid."
Blaine glared at Jeff as Nick shrugged while helping Jeff back up.
"He does have a point, Blaine. You need to get back out on the market," the brunette said and squeezed his husband's hand.
"I do not," Blaine said with yet another glare at his friends.
"Uh huh," the blonde raised an eyebrow, "how many relationships have you been in since high school?"
"There was this guy Caleb last year..." he trailed off when Nick sighed.
"You dated Caleb, you weren't boyfriends."
"Brandon."
"Dated, but he was hot."
"Landon."
"Dated."
"Alejandro."
"Saliste con él"
"Alright," Blaine sighed, "I haven't had a boyfriend since high school."
"And you only had one high school sweetheart so that's tragic," Jeff said, earning an elbow to the ribs by his husband.
"Ow, Nick!" He hissed.
"He's actually right, Nick. It is tragic. I just can't seem get over him," Blaine said and ran a hand through his curls.
"Blaine, you have to stop beating yourself up about it," Nick said, turning more serious than usual.
"I can't stop," Blaine exclaimed loudly and stood up from the couch. "I broke him and then he broke up with me." There hasn't been a day where Blaine didn't think about his ex-boyfriend, the love of his life. Kurt. His Kurt. He wondered where the beautiful boy was in that moment and asked himself a million questions he would never know the answers to. Had he followed his dreams to New York, the exact same city as Blaine was in? Did he stay in Ohio to be near his family in case something happened again? Did he end up somewhere completely different? Did he go to France where his mother's family lived near Paris? Did he have a boyfriend? A man that made him as happy as he had once made Blaine?
"Go out with us on Friday, Blainers, get some alcohol and some ass," Jeff said with a small smile.
"Can't," Blaine answered with pursed lips. "I'll be tired after work."
"Dude," Jeff replied, "you're a preschool teacher, not a lawyer. You can't get tired after playing with preschoolers all day." Blaine snorted. How would they know? Jeff owned a coffeehouse chain called Duval-Sterling Coffee since the name Sterling coffee already existed in Portland and Nick was an ER doctor. Blaine knew that those careers were pretty stressful as well, but they shouldn't underestimate the stress of looking after preschoolers every day for five days a week.
"Oh, dear, oblivious Jeffy," he sighed, "if only you knew, my friend. If only you knew."
"Let's watch a movie," Nick proposed and Blaine sat back down. Jeff grabbed the remote.
"Let's watch The Notebook!" the blonde exclaimed excitedly.
"No," Blaine said while shaking his head, "I'm not going to watch that movie." Jeff sighed and shook his head as well.
"Alright, alright, we get that it 'hurts too much' because it was 'you and Kurt's movie' as well as Moulin Rouge!" Nick said and placed an arm around his husband's shoulder.
"Let's watch a Game of Thrones marathon," Jeff said and not in the mood for more arguments, Blaine and Nick both agreed.
While hearing Tyrion Lannister say the iconic line: "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor... and it can never be used to hurt you," Blaine's thoughts were in the past where an angel stopped him on the steps of the grand stair case at his high school and introduced himself as Kurt.
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"Daddy, I can't reach it," Jonah Hummel whined in the supermarket, making grabby hands in the direction of the cans of green beans on the top shelf. The three-year-old had told —commanded— his father that he would do the grocery shopping that week and with a laugh, Kurt let him.
"It's alright, Buddy," The man said and grabbed two cans of green beans, "soon enough, you'll be tall enough to get things from the top shelves and buy as many cans of green beans as you can carry." He smiled at his kid who was tearing up and bent down to his eye level. He knew that his son didn't care about green beans, — in fact, he couldn't stand them— it was that he couldn't reach them. If there was something the little boy hated, it was not being in control, just like him. "J, why don't you run and get some marshmallows? You deserve them," he said to give his son something to thank him for his efforts.
Jonah nodded enthusiastically and ran down the aisle towards the candy. Kurt smiled at the retreating form of his son. That boy was his everything.
"Here they are, Daddy," Jonah yelled as he ran towards his father, two bags of marshmallows clutched to his chest.
"Two bags?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow. "I told you to get one bag."
"Uh uh," Jonah exclaimed, shaking his little head, "you told me to get some marshmallows, not how many."
That caused Kurt to chuckle. "A smart one, just like your father."
"I'm Daddy's Boy," Jonah laughed.
"That, you are," Kurt agreed, "now let's pay and go home, shall we?"
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The two of them came home and Jonah turned to his father who was taking the groceries out of the bags.
"Daddy?" He asked and bit his lip like he always did when he was about to ask for something. He was just like Kurt who didn't like to ask for something, fearing he'd become a burden to someone.
"Yes?" Kurt turned his attention from the bag of flour he was holding to the glasz-eyed boy who was standing by his feet.
"Can Auntie Rachel and Uncle Jesse eat dinner with us? They haven't comed here for a long time." Kurt smiled at his son.
"Do you miss your Auntie Rachel?" Jonah nodded enthusiastically. "Let me call and ask her if they can come over." He dug his phone out of the pocket of his phone. "Thank God we bought too many groceries," he muttered as scrolled through his contacts and found the right one.
Rachel answered in the middle of the first ring. "Broadway star, Rachel Berry speaking." Kurt rolled his eyes at his friend who had said the same thing when she answered the phone since she got her first role on Broadway as Fanny Brice in Funny Girl. Before that, she said 'Future Broadway star.'
"Hey, Rach, it's me," he greeted and eyed his son who was watching him with a grin.
"Kurt!" she squealed, "how are you?"
"I'm alright, thanks for asking. What about you?"
"I was doing vocal runs when you called," she grumbled.
"Sorry for the interruption, Rach, but this can't wait," he said and his son nodded firmly.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked, growing worried. "Are you at the hospital? Or worse, have you lot your voice?!" Ah, there's the Rachel he knows and loves.
"No, no, I'm fine and so is my voice," he smiled at his friend's concern. "I think a special someone wants to talk to you about something very important," Kurt said as he put the phone on speaker and handed it to the three-year-old.
"Auntie Rachel!" Jonah shouted as a greeting. Loudly. His father's son indeed.
"Hi Jonah!" Rachel squealed just as loudly. "How are you, Sweetie?"
"I'm good. Can you and Uncle Jesse eat dinner with us? You haven't comed for a long time."
"We ate dinner with you last week," she laughed, "Sweetheart, I have to go to the theatre for a late rehearsal, so unfortunately I can't come over tonight, but I will hopefully be able to clear my schedule for tomorrow night."
"No big words, Auntie Rachel," Jonah warned her. That was another thing he had inherited from his father. He was bossy when he wasn't satisfied.
"Sorry Sweetheart," she said sadly, "we can't eat with you because I have to go be someone else for my play. Maybe we'll eat with you tomorrow." Satisfied, the little boy handed the phone back to his father after a quick 'bye Auntie Rachel' and ran into the living room where he could watch cartoons. As Kurt talked to Rachel about her play, the voice of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck were audible.
"...then she told me to get off the stage like I was just some random extra. Me! I'm the star and she's just the choreographer." Rachel rambled.
"Rach?" Kurt asked confused. "What time do you have to be at the theater?" He looked at his wristwatch. 5:36 pm.
"Kurt, I have plenty of time, I don't have to be there until..." he heard her move around in her apartment to find a watch. "21 minutes ago! I really have to go. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow." Before Kurt had a chance to answer, Rachel hung up. With a shrug, he continued to place the groceries around the kitchen. When he was done, he started cooking lentil veggie wraps that Jonah loved ("Daddy it's pancakes but not sugar pancakes") but his after loathed ("That's food for rabbits, Kurt, not for people" "it's healthy and heart-friendly, so stop complaining and eat"). When he finished cooking, he placed the two plates on the dining table and went into the living room to his son.
"What are we watching?" He asked and sat down on the couch next to the boy who was snuggling with a cushion.
"Looney Tunes Show," Jonah said enthusiastically. "Bugs is the best. Bugs is funny. Daffy is mean." The three-year-old wrinkled his nose in disgust as he mentioned the character.
"Nah, he isn't the best fella, is he?" the boy shook his head. "Now let's go eat and then we can put on a Disney movie, Alright?" Jonah nodded and they made their way to the dining room. Kurt loved days like these where he didn't have to go to work. It gave them a chance to bond and spend more time together as father and son. Then there were the weekdays where Kurt had to work and Jonah was with his babysitter, Ivy. On those days, Kurt only saw the boy in the mornings and evenings. Jonah hated those days as well and occasionally asked his father when it would be 'Daddy-and-Jonah-days' as he didn't know the word 'weekend' yet. It was hard to be a single father, but if it meant being the single father of Jonah, he wouldn't want it any other way.
Right now Jonah was telling Kurt a story about his toys and Kurt couldn't help but to just stare at the boy. He could never believe that he was half the reason why this amazing kid was alive. He had Kurt's eyes and hair, his bone structure, smile and pale skin as well, but his nose, freckles, rosy cheeks and perfect teeth was something he had from his surrogate mother. That girl was simply stunning and the son she helped Kurt bring into the world was going to grow up and be drop dead gorgeous. Kurt could already see that his son was going to turn heads and could definitely become a model if that's what he wanted to. He was really going to become a heartbreaker. The realization that Kurt's little boy was growing up too fast struck him like lightning.
When they finished eating dinner, Kurt decided to leave the dishes for when Jonah was asleep, because right now, he just wanted to spend Sunday night with his son before said son had to sleep. The two of them made their way to the living room and told his son to pick a movie from his collection of children's DVDs. He wasn't even surprised when Jonah ran towards him with the Pixar movie Cars.
"I love cars," Jonah exclaimed. "I want a car. I want Lightning McQueen." That caused the older man to laugh at his son.
"Your grandpa loves cars too, you know?" he asked and then he realized it: he hadn't been in Ohio since before Mikayla got pregnant and the few times Jonah had seen his grandparents, it had been when they came up to visit them. Kurt thinks it has only happened about four times in the three years Jonah had lived. "He fixes cars every day and I know how to do that too. Want to see where grandpa fixes cars one day?"
Jonah nodded with a huge, toothy grin.
In the middle of the movie, Jonah fell asleep and Kurt turned off the television and put his kid to bed. He kissed the boy's forehead and heard him mumble a quiet 'goodnight, Daddy' before walking out of the room with the red race car bed with a smile. Yes, he loved his life because Jonah Finn Hummel was in it.