Day 4: Ancestor
A/N: Set at Christmas in S3.
"You have arrived at your destination," the tinny voice of the GPS navigation system announced as Blaine slowed the car to a stop. He and Kurt simultaneously ducked their heads to peer out the windshield at the sight before them.
"Your grandmother lives here?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"Yeah. It seemed even bigger when I was younger, if you can believe it," he laughed.
That was indeed hard for Kurt to believe. The house in front of him – well, to be precise, the mansion in front of him – was huge. They exited the car and Blaine walked around to join Kurt, taking his hand as Kurt surveyed the scene. It was stately mansion, not ostentatious, but elegant. It was expertly decorated with swaths of evergreen boughs and lights in all the right places. With the dusting of snow that had fallen the night before decorating the trees and shrubbery, it was like something right off the front of a Christmas card.
Kurt let out a low whistle. "Gee, I didn't know I was dating this kind of money," he joked, earning a light smack to his arm.
"Come on, you," Blaine laughed. "I can't wait for you to meet my grandmother. She's been telling me to bring you to visit her for ages."
It was two days after Christmas, and Blaine had invited Kurt to spend the day with him visiting his grandmother. Kurt was surprised and more than a little nervous. He'd only met Blaine's parents a couple of times in passing, and hadn't exchanged more than a few words with them. This felt like a big step.
As if sensing Kurt's hesitation, Blaine squeezed his hand and tugged him forward towards the elaborate carved wood front door. He rang the bell and waited, bouncing on his toes once or twice. Kurt couldn't help but smile at Blaine's excitement. He tried to calm his fears knowing that Blaine wouldn't be so happy to have him meet the Anderson matriarch if he thought things might not go well.
The door opened and a maid in uniform appeared. She politely but professionally greeted them both, bidding them to enter. "Mrs. Anderson has been expecting you."
"Thanks, Amy," Blaine said as they crossed the threshold. "Merry Christmas! Did Scott and Julie get lots of presents from Santa?" he inquired. Kurt marveled at the instant change in Amy as a genuine smile lit up her face. "He was more than generous, Mr. Anderson…Blaine," she corrected herself upon receiving a mock glare from Blaine. "I'll tell them you asked about them. Merry Christmas!" she cheerily returned, closing the door as Blaine and Kurt entered the hallway.
Kurt couldn't help but feel a little bit more in love with his boyfriend. Blaine obviously came from a wealthy family, and he had the manners to keep up with the best of them, but he still took the time to know the name of his grandmother's maid and the names of her children.
"We'll take the shortcut through the gallery," Blaine explained as they entered a long room lined with portraits.
Kurt was about to make a comment about Blaine and his shortcuts down long hallways in mansions, but lost that train of thought as he took in the paintings and photographs on the walls.
"Meet the Andersons," Blaine quipped, waving an arm to encompass the room, his voice echoing slightly off the high ceilings.
"Geez, I feel like I'm being judged by all of your ancestors," Kurt said, his head swiveling from side to side as they strolled through.
Blaine laughed. "I know what you mean. I used to find this room really creepy, especially at night. I always felt like the eyes followed me as I moved."
Kurt shuddered. "Well, at least I know what my nightmares will be about tonight."
Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and put an arm around his waist instead. "Don't worry. You'll find nothing but love from the Andersons in this house. We'd better move along. Nana's waiting."
Nana turned out to be a spry elderly lady with curly silver hair and eyes that very much sparkled like those of her favorite grandson. She welcomed Kurt with open arms (literally embracing him with a vice-like grip that took Kurt quite by surprise). They spent an afternoon talking and laughing, sipping tea and eating cookies that Nana proudly announced she and Blaine had made together. She promised to share the recipe with Kurt before he left.
All too soon, the shades of evening began to fall, signaling the end of their visit. Kurt was loath to go, but he and Blaine took their leave of her with promises to visit again soon.
"I'm coming to see her every Christmas," Kurt declared as they returned to the car.
Blaine leaned over the console and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "I think she'd like that," he said softly.
Ten Years Later…
"You have arrived at your destination." Blaine laughed at the years-old joke as Kurt mimicked the computerized voice of Blaine's old GPS system.
"Why did you even need GPS if you'd come here all the time?" Kurt asked.
"I was a new driver back then," he defended. "I hadn't driven myself here too many times yet, and I didn't want to look foolish in front of you by getting lost."
"Always trying to impress me." Kurt shook his head affectionately. Both men exited the car and just like that first visit, Blaine came around to stand beside Kurt. He didn't take his hand this time however.
"I can't wait for Nana to see how much Lizzie has grown," he said excitedly while Kurt reached into the back seat to get their daughter out of her car seat. "She was only a baby last Christmas."
"She's going to spoil her rotten, that's for sure," Kurt grunted as he lifted the little girl out of the car. Settling her on his hip, he handed the diaper bag to Blaine and then held out his free hand.
"Shall we?" he offered.
Blaine took Kurt's hand, briefly lifting it to his lips to kiss the back. "Let's go. Nana's waiting."
A/N: I think this works with the canon timeline. If not, oh well. I rewrite canon like it's my job.
