Okay. Gonna apologise to anyone and everyone out there for this chapter. I myself am not gay, and I know I can never experience the type of bullying you guys get. But I've always been told I'm great at putting myself into someone else's shoes, and that's what I've done here. I realise it's probably not accurate, but I've tried my best to make it as believable as possible. And this is to anyone, and everyone, out there, who may be gay, straight, bi, orange, purple, dinosaur; I love you all the same, and if you ever need me, I'll be here. If you need someone to talk to, to ask questions of, or just to know that you have a friend in the whole world, come to me. I will do everything in my power to make sure you know how much I love you; each and every single one of you. XD
I don't own glee. If I did, world peace would be next on my list of things to do!~
A soft light filtered in through the window, and Kurt slowly became conscious of where he was. His sense of touch told him he was somewhere soft, with warm skin pressed all down the length of his back and ass. His sense of smell told him whom he was with, because no one in the world could smell as good as Blaine. His sense of taste reminded him of the previous night, as he could still taste the other man on his lips. His sense of hearing advised him that the other man slept on, his soft breathing fluttering the hairs at the nape of Kurt's neck.
And when he opened his eyes, he looked into a pair of the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. Wait. But, Blaine was…
"Hi!" Piped a young voice, her nose mere inches from Kurt's as she smiled mischievously. He smiled back, still trying to wake up.
"You didn't put on your pyjamas before going to sleep," She whispered, her giggles slowly waking Kurt even more.
"Oh My GOD," Kurt yelped, his hands pulling the covers up to his chest, as he took in both Katherine and Penny staring at him from the side of the bed.
"It's okay!" Katherine laughed, enjoying seeing Kurt squirm, in her childish innocence. She bounced on the floor and then began crawling up onto the bed. Penny joined her, and soon they were bouncing all over Kurt and their father. "Sometimes I don't wear pyjamas to bed either, especially if I'm really hot!" And she tried to snuggle up to Kurt.
Blushing ferociously, Kurt backed away a bit, his ass moving back and nearly pushing Blaine off the bed. That woke him up quickly.
"Woah!" Blaine flailed a bit, trying to regain his balance, and he placed his hand on Kurt's hip to steady himself. "What's going on?"
"Kurt had another sleepover, Daddy!" Katherine giggled, and then looked at her father curiously. "When can Kurt have a sleepover with us, daddy?" Kurt choked a little, and Blaine's face turned crimson as his mind tried to process that thought. NO. Kurt saved him the trouble of coming up with an answer.
"Sweetie," Kurt replied gently, still clutching the covers to his chest. "Do you think you can take Penny out to the living room and turn on cartoons? Daddy and I have to talk for a little bit," Katherine cheered, and pulled Penny from the room, the prospect of cartoons making both girls happy.
With a deep sigh, Kurt scooted back over, allowing Blaine a chance to recover his balance. He flopped his head back down on the pillow, and Blaine raised himself up, leaning on his arm, as he looked down on the younger man.
"Good morning," He murmured, pressing a light kiss to Kurt's lips, and the other man reached up to cup his jaw tenderly.
"Mmmm… Morning breath," Kurt giggled, ducking his head low into his chest as he flirted softly with the man above him.
"Yeah," Blaine murmured again, reaching down and tilting Kurt's head up for another kiss. "Morning breath…" The two erupted into giggles, and Blaine's arm gave out from under him. With a whomp, he landed chest to chest with Kurt, and his eyes widened when he realised Kurt had a morning erection. His eyes became misty and unfocused, as he realised that if it weren't for the little girls in the other room, he would be able to help Kurt take care of this little problem.
Kurt's eyes took in the other man, whose soft blush told him exactly what Blaine was thinking.
"The girls," Kurt whispered, and Blaine nodded his head, understanding that they couldn't do anything right now. But the promise of later hovered in the air around them.
They climbed from the bed, Kurt still wrapping the sheet around his waist in case the girls came in the room unexpectedly. He laughed when Penny showed up at the door, as Blaine was pulling his underwear on. Blaine yelped, and Penny giggled, while Kurt full out cackled with laughter.
Penny screamed and ran when her father started to chase her; he stopped when he realised he was still only wearing his underwear. He slipped down the hallway to the bathroom, and took a quick shower; he normally couldn't do that when Kurt wasn't here. He took a few moments to think about Kurt, what Kurt meant to him and how much he loved having the other man with him. As he soaped up his body, his mind drifted to what the future might be like for the two of them.
When Blaine finally emerged from the shower, Kurt was going nuts. He didn't like sitting on the bed with just a sheet wrapped around him; what if someone came to the door? And the girls had been begging him to come out and watch cartoons with them for the past ten minutes. As soon as he heard Blaine come out, he grabbed his clothes and dashed in the bathroom himself.
When he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, feeling much better now that he was clothed in front of the girls, he paused at the entryway into the kitchen. Blaine was helping Penny pour a cup of milk into a bowl that Katherine was mixing. There was flour everywhere, including in Blaine's hair and down Penny's shirt. As he stood there and watched the three, he felt happy. He wasn't just content anymore; this was down right, full-blown happiness, something he had never truly felt before. And the whole thing was starting to scare him.
He took a deep, shuddering breath as he walked into the kitchen, looking at the mess around him. He noted the chocolate chips and blueberries on the counter, the vanilla and baking powder, and realised that Blaine was making pancakes. He left the three chefs to it, and wandered into Jessica's room.
The baby was awake, her burbling filling the room with a soft, delightful sound. He picked Jessica up, holding the happy child in his arms. He walked over to the rocking chair placed in a corner of the room and sat, placing the baby squarely in his lap. As he rocked, he thought back to when he was little.
His mother had used to rock him in her arms when he was a child, and now he was getting the opportunity to do it for someone else. As he cuddled the little girl, he began singing a song his mother had sang to him.
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there's no one there
To hold you tight and no one there
You can kiss good night
A room is still a room
Even when there's nothing there but gloom
But a room is not a house and a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart
Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
When it ends it ends in tears.
So darling, have a heart,
Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
I'm not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stair and turn the key
Oh, please be there
Still in love with me
Kurt ended the song, his eyes slightly misty from reminiscing. He held the baby with one hand, and wiped his eyes with the other. When he finished, he was startled to see a handkerchief waving softly in front of his face. He looked up into the most amazing hazel eyes he had ever seen, and he smiled tremulously.
"S-Sorry…" Kurt's voice was unsteady with emotion, and Blaine knelt beside him as he placed his hand over Kurt's knee.
"Don't you think on it, not one bit," Blaine comforted, his hand reaching up, unsure whether he wanted to rub Jessica's back or Kurt's cheek. He settled for carding his fingers through his daughters' hair.
Just then, a knock at the door made them both look up in surprise. Still holding on to Jessica, Kurt followed Blaine to the front entryway, and watched while he opened the door.
"Mom! Dad!" Blaine looked in panic over his shoulder at Kurt, who blinked softly as the sense of fright washed over him. Blaine's parents? Here? NOW? Kurt couldn't fathom it, until the two were ushered into the apartment by Blaine, and they casually shoved Kurt out of the way.
"Nana! Papa!" Katherine called, her voice bubbly and bouncy as she and Penny skipped from the living room to the hallway, where they were each swept up in a huge hug. Then the grandparents exchanged girls, and the process was repeated. "Come see our room!" Katherine squealed, leading her Nana and Penny to the room the two shared.
"Son," Blaine's father shook his son's hand. Kurt could discern a bit of frostiness between the two; he had been aware that Blaine's relationship with his father wasn't close.
"Dad," Blaine replied, turning his head to Kurt in apology. "Dad, this is Kurt. He's… well, he's my..." Blaine began to turn red, so Kurt finished the sentence for him.
"I'm Blaine's nanny," Kurt replied, shifting Jessica to his other arm in order to shake the man's hand.
"Oh?" Mr Anderson replied, his triangular eyebrows scooting up his forehead until they were almost at his hairline. "A gay nanny, Blaine?" He turned to look at Blaine, the question left unanswered on his lips.
"Yes, Father, Kurt is gay," Blaine sighed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Would his father make any mention of what had happened back in high school? He prayed he wouldn't. Because Blaine wasn't sure if he could handle something like that coming out in front of Kurt.
"Reminds me of when you were in high school," His father frowned, clearly uneasy. He turned to Kurt, and pointed a finger in his face. "Don't you be after changing Blaine, you hear me? He's a good, straight man, and I won't have another of your kind trying to influence him!"
Kurt stepped back in shock. He clutched Jessica so tightly to his chest, that she squawked, and Mrs Anderson took her from his arms.
"Now, now, there, little Jessie, girl," she cooed, as she pulled Jess away from Kurt, her eyes focussed on him and the way he was clutching his chest.
"Dad!" Blaine was crimson; he hadn't wanted this to come out. Not ever. "Dad, Kurt is my friend, he's… a good person! Please don't get down on him because he's gay," Blaine's voice cracked a little at the end of that sentence, as he sent a pleading look to Kurt.
"John, stop pestering the poor dear," Mrs Anderson said, her hand coming to rest on Kurt's arm. "He can't help that he's gay, poor thing, it's just a flaw in his genetic make-up. I'm sure he's a perfectly lovely person." And she brought Jessica into the bedroom to play with her other two grandchildren.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. But you know all gays are sexual deviants… For all you know, he could be diddling the girls!" Mr Anderson's voice boomed through the apartment, and Kurt felt his world go black.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't focus on anything but his pounding heart as it was breaking. His life was over. He'd just been accused of molesting the girls he loved so very dearly, and his body was trembling with the force of his pain.
Blaine's eyes narrowed as he took in the look on his father's face. He didn't even see Kurt as his rage swelled up in his heart.
"NO, Dad!" Blaine's breathing was harsh, his body trembling in the rage he felt in every pore. "Kurt is no more a deviant than I am! He loves those girls, as much as I do, and way more than Andrea ever did!" Spittle flew from Blaine's mouth, landing on his father's coat, but Blaine didn't care. He was too angry to.
"Kurt is the man I love!" Blaine's voice ground out, his mind picking up on the muted gasp that came from the bedroom with the girls. "Yes, I said it! I LOVE HIM!" Blaine's voice continued, yelling ever louder as he struggled to get his point across.
"And he loves me," Blaine forced out, finally looking at the other man, who had crumpled to the floor, the tears streaming down his face. He knelt before Kurt, his hands smoothing over Kurt's beautiful features, as he tried to console and comfort the man he loved.
"You do love me, don't you?" Blaine asked in a harsh whisper, never knowing until that specific moment just how much he needed to hear Kurt say the words. Kurt nodded, his eyes still full of pain and sorrow, but needing to say it as much as Blaine needed to hear it.
"I do. I do love you, Blaine. More than anything. Except the girls. I love them as much as I love you," Kurt's sobs turned to hiccups, as he clutched on to Blaine's shirt.
Blaine leaned forward on his knees, and kissed Kurt soundly. He heard a whine come from the man behind him, and he broke the kiss with a ragged pant, turning back to confront his father.
"Apologise," He growled, his hands balling into fists at his side. Kurt picked himself up off the floor and began walking to the bathroom. "No, Kurt. My Father's going to apologise, or he will never see my children, no," He looked in love and devotion at Kurt. "Our children, again."
His father let out a snort, his hands coming up in a threatening gesture towards Kurt.
"I will never apologise to that poofer," He growled back, his body language assuming a threatening stance, and he stepped closer to where they stood. Blaine stepped in front of Kurt, protecting him.
"Mom," Blaine called to the woman in the bedroom. "It's time for you to take dad home." As Mrs Anderson stepped from the bedroom into the tension filled hallway, she shook her head at her husband and her son.
"Oh, for crying out loud, John, just apologise already," Her curt voice was one Blaine had never heard before, and the surprise that registered on his face was nothing compared to the one that appeared on John's face.
"I'm not riding home with you until you apologise, John, so you'd better do it," She added, her voice hard and sharp like a razor's edge, as she stared down the man who had been her partner for over thirty five years.
Mr Anderson gulped softly; he knew that he was in the wrong but hated to admit it.
"Oh, fine. I'm sorry, whatever your name is," he mumbled, his head hanging in shame.
"Kurt," Blaine supplied, and his father's face came up with a wry look on it.
"Kurt, yeah. Well, I'm sorry," He apologised again. "It wasn't fair to talk about you to your face, or even in the same room as you. I shouldn't have said you were diddling the girls." His face flamed in exactly the same way Blaine's did when he was embarrassed. Kurt simply replied in a shaky voice:
"It's ignorance that fuels your words, Mr Anderson. A lot of the gay community, well they actually aren't sexual deviants. Most of us are pretty normal. We're looking for all the same things every straight person looks for: someone to love, to hold, to share experiences with. Someone who loves us back, regardless of our faults, or our issues. A few of us were molested as kids, but quite a number of us went through absolutely no trauma whatsoever as kids. For the most part, we aren't any more screwed up than any one else." Kurt took a shaky breath, and stared at Mr Anderson, who refused to meet his eyes.
"I love Katherine, Penny and Jessica as much as if they had come from my own body. They are the most beautiful, wonderful kids, and I count myself blessed to be able to spend as much time with them as I do. I may have started out as just the girls' nanny, but it's evolved so much further than that. If I ever lost them, I would truly die, because they are so much a part of me now. I think you need to understand that, and realise, I will always be in their life. Even if Blaine decides that I'm not the right person for him, I hope he will be kind enough to allow me to see them," Kurt fixed his leaking eyes on Blaine, who nodded fervently.
"Always," Blaine whispered, as he moved forward and pecked Kurt softly on the lips. "Always."
With a huff, Mr Anderson turned around, not wanting to watch the public display of affection any longer, but he didn't leave. Mrs Anderson sighed softly, her heart not enjoying the turmoil, but unable to make her husband see that Blaine was happy. John would never understand, but she did. She may not be the most sensitive person in the world when it came to these things, but at least she could tell that the boys made each other happy, and when you got right down to it, that was all there really was in this world.
When Katherine poked her head out from the bedroom door, all the eyes in the room turned to hear her little piping voice ask:
"When's dinner? Nana and Papa are staying, right?"
Blaine's voice was weary, but he capitulated.
"Mom, Dad, would you like to stay for dinner?" The panicked look on Kurt's face told him that perhaps he should have asked him first, but there was nothing he could do about it now. At the stricken look on his father's face, and the delighted one on his mother's he knew he had to extend an olive branch to the two most important men in his life.
"Or rather, why don't we all go out for dinner. Somewhere fancy? My treat?" Blaine sighed internally. His first pay check was already gone, and his next one wouldn't come for almost a week. He was dangerously low on funds, and would have to start paying for things with his credit card soon.
"No bother," Mr Anderson looked up, a wry smile on his face, as though it physically hurt to smile. "In apology, I'll buy dinner, and we can go wherever you like!"
Penny and Katherine both lit up like Christmas trees, and piped up together:
"McDonalds!"