Title: Breathing Through Silent Blocks 2
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Future Fic, mentions of past mpreg
Summary: Breathing through life.
Word Count: 1063
Disclaimer: They are so not mine, but I get to keep Ben!
Author's note: Didn't think I could write a sequel to this fic so soon. Thank you guys for your amazing support I'll be catching up with your kind feedback as soon as I have this baby up. Once again it hasn't been beta-ed, because I was in a hurry to finish this. All mistakes are still mine to be blamed for. Comments are loved, framed and cherished.
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Winnie the Pooh rolled its artificial eyes whenever Ben waved his trainer cup around – which happened every five seconds – as the baby babbled away to Kurt whatever came to his baby's mind, taking pause only to shove into his mouth the slices of banana his agile little fingers had turned into a disgusting kind of puree. Some had dried in his hair and nose, along with some of the apple juice that had dribbled down his chin, trainer cup or not. Kurt had no other option but to claim defeat: his son was a slob, and Kurt blamed Sam's genes for that.
Kurt smirked over the rim of his coffee cup.
Too bad it was up to Noah to keep Ben clean on the weekends they stayed over.
Kurt sipped on his coffee and watched his son's antics, his previous smirk going from amused to subdued, not in an emo kind of way, only more reflective, perhaps.
When exactly their weekends with Noah had stretched into entire weeks at a time Kurt didn't know. He could only attest that, come Sunday evening, it was getting harder and harder to go back to the house he and Sam had, with the financial help of their parents, idealized and built up from scratch. Fresh out of college and full of dreams and projects, their life together had been cut too short. In love for six years, two as a married couple, three months as parents, one of them with Sam bedridden, only one month before he lost his battle to cancer.
"Papa… Gabubu! Gaviiii!"
Kurt laughed and a tear fell. Ben, sweet Ben. If Kurt believed in any celestial power, he would be at odds with God for taking his mother and Sam. But he got Ben too, so there may be angels somewhere out there?
"Nana papa?"
Kurt blinked away another tear before munching some of the fistful of mashed banana Ben was offering him. Ben giggled and smeared the remaining banana on his cheeks. "I carried you for nine months, Wilson Benjamin Hummel-Evans. I've been raising you since you were born and you've learned nothing about keeping yourself neat?" Ben chortled another stream of laughter, banging his cup in the highchair. Winnie the Pooh rolled his eyes like crazy.
"Whatever have Winnie the Pooh done to you, kiddo?"
"Nono!" The bang grew lauder.
"Morning, little buddy." Noah dropped a kiss on Ben's head. "Was it banana I tasted in his hair?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Jesus." Pitiful flannel pajama pants and ratty tee, Noah stopped midway from bending down to kiss Kurt good morning. "You okay?"
Damn Kurt's eyes and nose for always getting red when he got emotional. "Of course. Do you want some coffee?" he asked, getting away from the table and from Noah's prying eyes. "Remember we're meeting Finn and Mercedes for brunch after dropping Ben off with Vivian and Frank, so have something light for breakfast if you're hungry."
"Kurt."
Kurt braced his hands in the kitchen sink and stopped, his back turned to Noah. He could bitch the hell out of Noah when called princess, man up and be brave when he was referred to as Hummel, but the reverence, the care behind the way Noah said his given name had always been Kurt's undoing.
Gently getting hold of his arms, Noah turned him around to face him. "Are you okay?"
Kurt looked up meeting Noah's concerned, understanding eyes. What would have happened to him, to Ben, if Noah hadn't been there to put him, to put them back together?
"Perhaps there are Guardian Angels too," Kurt whispered.
"What?"
The sleeve of Kurt's dark blue robe slid down when he reached up to caress Noah's unshaved face. "I promise you I'm not upset, Noah. Sometimes I just remember, try to understand why. But I'm fine, really."
"Okay then." Noah didn't pressure him; he never did. Like always, he just shrugged sad, upset, and let Kurt go. "I'll have whatever Ben's having, since I'll be scrubbing it off him later. Have you eaten?"
"I had cereal with yogurt and a cup of coffee. Ben had rice porridge and is messing up with a banana and apple juice. There's some porridge left in the stove. Do you want me to make you some toast?"
"No, the porridge will do."
"We've got raisins in the fridge."
"Okay."
It's the first day of the year, Hummel. You have to get it right. He deserves better than that from you.
"Noah?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't I get a good morning kiss, too?"
Noah had barely put the bowl he had in his hand on the sink before he got a handful of Kurt in his arms.
Noah's kisses; thank you sweet Jesus, angels, archangels or whoever else ruled the world and probably lived in heaven for those kisses that burned, printed, claimed and still helped Kurt find himself, his focus and center when it was over. Kurt was a selfish bitch. Never again he would give Noah the reason to look for this, for what they could have together, anywhere else, with anyone else who weren't Kurt and Ben.
"You're helping me create some pretty good memories yourself, Noah," Kurt avowed after he regained his breath, a whisper so close to Noah's ear he could feel the smooth touch of lips against soft skin.
Noah shivered and the arms around Kurt got less possessive, more adoring, just like the eyes staring down at him.
"Happy new year, princess."
In the background Ben kept babbling and making more mess with his breakfast, banging his trainer cup on the high chair, with Winnie the Pooh certainly rolling his artificial eyes at them.
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