Music Inspiration: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy. A piece I first heard in Twilight, but have since found in so many movies. And since becoming a Gleek, Klaine Shipper, I think this piece is the most romantic for that first stair case scene between our love birds.
Rating: M. Adult themes.
Ownership: I don't own Glee. What you don't recognize from Glee is from my imagination. {which today is a lot} And again a loving shout out to Camunki. One of my fav fanfic authors. This chapter has a little French flavour, so a little dedication to Mr. H and Lia94. Glad to have you on board, hope the ride isn't too ricketty for you.
~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 5 Croissants et jus d'orange ~
The Anderson's home was magnificent. It was large, like those in Hiram. Dominating and demanding your attention.
Actually. Thought Burt. It was way too much attention seeking for our town. Just as well they lived this far away.
And it was also nothing like the Anderson's themselves. Much too big for only two boys and their parents.
Cooper was elsewhere in the world. Michael Anderson was busy in his study, even though he knew he had a visitor.
It was widely known, he disapproved of his son's choice….. "It's not like I chose this Dad! But it's who I am, and Kurt and I …." Whack! And that was how Michael Anderson shut Blaine up.
No amount of therapy would help, Blaine was unable to speak to his father again. He had been struck dumb! But only toward the older, man of the house.
Other than their family arguments, disagreements held in private setting, the Anderson's seemed like a very quiet family. Respectful, respected, and their son's were suitable suitors.
"Michael is working on a deadline assignment, Burt. So he won't be able to see you, but he appreciates your concern." Isabelle Anderson is every bit as beautiful, as what he'd been told about her. Burt can see where Blaine got his looks from.
"I'm making a late breakfast, would you like some? We've been delving into French cuisine. Ever since Blaine wanted to join up, he had us experience as much of France as we could, from here." She turns on the oven and gather's the necessary items for croissants. "They're store bought, but just as lovely."
Nodding a 'yes' Burt sits at the breakfast bar, watching her, admiring the huge kitchen. Kurt must have had fun here, when he stayed over, all those times.
From the huge bowl of oranges, Isabelle grabs six or so and proceeds to prepare the oranges for juicing.
"You don't have a cook?"
"Gosh no, I much prefer to live normally. There are times when it would be nice, and as much as Michael would like, I've only allowed for a dishwasher to spoil us."
She's so organized. He looks up at the sky light, the ceiling must be at least 12foot high.
"So, I came to see Blaine as well. Is he up, yet?"
Looking down, she stops her preparations. Puts the knife down, wipes her hands, and raises her face to meet his question. "Blaine left last night, Burt."
"Oh, well what time will he be home then? I promised to come over and help explain, from my point of view. We were going to sort out our thoughts, with regards to that upstart son of mine." He's looking at her, waiting for her answer. She seems truly agitated. "Is there something else I should be aware of?"
"Well, he and Rachel have gone to meet up with Joe Hart in New York." Looking at her white gold and diamond encrusted watch "They would be in their hotel room, sleeping by now. Together!"
Coughing up his coffee, and making a mess on the bench as he puts the cuppa down "Sorry, why are they meeting up with him? Um, together, pardon?"
He takes the cloth she's offered and she takes time to explain the last few months of upheaval.
Blaine had calls from Sugar Motta, lots of calls. She came over and seemed lovey dovey with him. Which made him really uncomfortable. So he demanded that his Mum not take her calls or messages, or let her in the house anymore. Even when he was home. He'd felt threatened with her intimate enquiries with regards to him and Kurt.
There was no problem with Michael Anderson needing to block Sugar. Michael preferred to have nothing to do with Blaine's affairs, except providing for his son, he kept to himself with his work.
Kurt had broken off their engagement, Blaine was devastated. He'd stopped eating again. Isabelle had been quick to action with getting Blaine to the doctors, she wasn't allowing a repeat of the last time he'd been emotionally scarred. Although, last time it had been after coming out of the closet to his father.
It wasn't that Michael Anderson didn't love his sons. It just went against his grain of upbringing to allow or accept Blaine and Kurt's relationship. Kurt had started to be too familiar with Michael, which created more arguments between father and son. Although, Blaine had not been able to voice his words to his father, not since Michael had backhand slapped him.
"And with Finn leaving us all, they've got closer. Not in that way. But they're good friends now. She seems to have filled the void that Kurt left." She resumes preparing breakfast, opens the packet of croissants, puts them on a tray and in to the oven. Cuts more of the oranges in half and proceeds to juice them.
"So, they both want a break from here." And she swings her arm around, pointing to the world map, in particular Ohio. "And they're going to help out with the Médecins Sans Frontières. Joe and Finn had taken up their posts. What happened there, did. And she gets an idea to take on where he left off…."
How does she manage to know the order of cooking while talking. Kurt must have got lessons from her, or gave her some. He'd seemed to pick up some of her mannerisms. But Isabelle Anderson, is nothing like Kurt's Mum. Yeah, he'd been spending so much time here, she definitely influenced him. Blaine's Mum, Blaine's Mum. I'm not sure when he stopped talking about Blaine. And then Sugar, Sugar, Sugar. What crazy name is that? Hmmm there was no sugar in my cuppa.
"….. and they already had their passports, and now they're gone. And it might be for as much as a year or even longer. So yes, I'm pretty upset to be missing my baby boy. But as you see, I've got lots of Blainey Bears." She cleans the bench, takes out serving crockery and cutlery, placemats and serviettes. Walks to the table. Wow those are the flowers Kurt used to bring home, huh wondered where he'd got them from. Fleur de lis, if I remember rightly.
After setting the table, she walks to the kitchen sofa. "What am I to do with all these?" Isabelle picks up a collection of skirts, all the same style, different colours and shades. "I mean honestly, how many hundreds of dollars did he waste with this extravagant behaviour. Kurt was really good for him. But this, he made a strange impression on him with these."
And then Burt recognizes them. His face changes from calm, to burning red. He grabs at his left arm, stumbles down on to the sofa. He had, been standing alongside her.
"Burt, are you okay? I'll get you some water." She hurriedly does so.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just so much to take in. And I'm pretty sure those will fit Kurt. They're the type that they, Blaine and Kurt enjoyed." I'm not sure how Michael Anderson would take this. "Thank you, I'll be right in a moment. Let's enjoy your wonderful cooking."
"Oh, seriously, this isn't cooking." And then she too starts to let her emotions be shown. "I miss Kurt a lot, too. He was, a part of my family for a little while. He did lots of cooking here, with me. Real cooking. He showed me his techniques and I, showed him mine. It was part of what inspired me to make all those Blainey Bears."
Burt looks properly at the collection of teddy bears that aren't teddy bears, they're all of Blaine. There must have been a good twenty or so, different Blaine outfits. But none with a skirt on!
"I've bought my own copy of Claire de lune, so you can give this back to Kurt, please? Are you ready to eat?" Burt nods, they move to the table and he turns the cd, that she handed him, over to read the playlist.
"I've got a casserole dish of Ratatouille that you can take home. He loves that recipe of mine, I know it's his favourite."
"Ahh, that's where he's getting these from," he says looking at the serving dish she has in her hand, "I'll get him to collect them up and bring them back to you."
"No, please don't do that. I'd prefer that he'll just visit one day, when he wants. I just always make so much of this."
And after a lovely late breakfast, they tidy up and he inspects the Blainey Bears while she washes the dishes.
"These are really, really good."
"Thank you."
"Ow, except this one!" and he drops one to the floor. "I think that one is possessed."
She reaches down, bending the knees. Picks it up, frowns! "I don't know this one. Je ne me souviens pas?"
"Pardon?" Those are words that Kurt has been saying a lot of too.
"Oh, sorry. My apologies, just a little French Blaine and Kurt had been playing with. I don't remember making this one." And she pulls the pins out of Blainey Bears mouth. "But I must have. They're all my own design."
"Well, chere dame. I must bid you oh-rev-wah."
She escorts him out to the front. He reaches for her hand, which she gives thinking it to be a polite shake. But for a moment, she sees Kurt in his eyes.
He holds her hand delicately, and kisses the back of it. So sweetly, just like Kurt told me to do.
~ au revoir Burt, belle d'entre vous d'avoir visité. ~