A/N: I had so much trouble starting this! I had to replay what was going to happen in my head a million times before I could write anything down! Urgh. Enough with the A/N, on to the story! (:
Blaine awoke with a start. He could feel tears streaming down his cheek, but had no memory of crying. He had simply drifted off and had a nightmare...
About his Grandmother.
He groaned out loud, wiping the wetness from his face hastily. If Kurt saw him cry one more time, he wouldn't be allowed to shower alone. Not that he minded following Kurt around like a lost puppy. Blaine was eternally grateful he had found such an amazing boyfriend, that would be there for him even when all he did was mope.
"Kurt?" He called out, voice raspy from lack of use. He scanned the room, and could not find his porcelain friend anywhere. He frowned, heart beginning to pound. Blaine had been surgically attached to that boys hip for the past week, for fear of breaking down without him. Kurt was the only thing that held him together.
"You there?" He yelled again, hopelessly. Of course he wasn't. Blaine reached over to pick up his phone and text Kurt. On top of it, however, was a bright blue sticky note.
Hey,
Wes stormed in and demanded some company. Don't have time to write a proper note. I hope you won't wake up, but if you do just head to his dorm. I'll be in there. SAVE ME. -Kurt.
Blaine almost laughed while forcing himself out of his bed, and onto Dalton's cold, hardwood floor. It should have been obvious that Wes kidnapped his boyfriend. The poor kid had been complaining about being ignored, ever since Nanna Edith had died. Of course, he was terribly upset for Blaine and his family, even cutting down his sexual remarks about Kurt for a few days...But Wes needed attention, just like Rachel Berry needed applause to live. It was a matter of life.
As Blaine left his dorm, not taking the care to ensure it was locked, he heard something...Something that was coming from Wes' room. It sounded like screaming. He picked up his pace and sped towards his friends room, not liking the sound of two boys fighting. It sounded awfully like Wes and Kurt...
"You guys?" He asked, slowing down as he approached Wes' room. When nobody answered, he rapped loudly on the door with his knuckles.
"COME IN!" Wes hollered from inside. Blaine took a deep breath and pulled the door open. What he saw before him was a scene he would never forget for the rest of his existence. Kurt was sitting cross-legged infront of the television, Xbox remote in hand, with a determined look on his face. Wes was behind him, rubbing his back and bellowing commands at Kurt as he furiously pounded the small buttons on the controller as though they had done them very serious, personal harm.
"How did you get him to try Halo?" Blaine asked his friend, frowning deeply. He was very aware that the soprano had quite a temper, and wasn't to be trusted around violent games.
"SHUT UP!" Wes cried, shooing him down with an airy hand. "KURT'S ON FIRE!" And sure enough, Kurt sent a rocket launcher straight into a mob of aliens.
"Almost there...Almost done the level...Defeating the aliens..." Wes murmured, hopping up and down on his knees now. Blaine snorted, which caused Kurt to look away from the screen for a second, and finally notice his entrance.
"NO-EYES BACK ON THE GAME, HUMMEL! QUICK!" Wes shouted, lightly slapping Kurt in the direction of the flatscreen.
"What do I do?" He yelled, face paling. Wes cried in anguish when Kurt dropped a valuable plasma gun.
"Press X! NOW! HARDER!"
"You can only press a plastic button so hard, Wesley!" Kurt snapped, throwing the controller across the room in defeat. "I give up, play your own stupid game." Wes paled, before diving after his controller as though it were his baby sister that needed saving. A loud crash from the television told Wes that this had cost him the game.
"KURT! You were almost done, and you screwed it up. Do you know what this has done to our friendship?" He stalked back to the game pouting like a child. It was possible he was crying. Kurt rolled his eyes and motioned for Blaine to sit down on the soft carpet Wesley's mother had bought him.
"What's going on?" He asked, eying how Wesley stared dejectedly at his characters dead body, throwing his face into his hands. Kurt sighed, and rested his head onto Blaine's shoulder when he sat down next to him.
"He wanted to play video games. Thing's got violent. I give up." He said simply, smiling amusedly at Wes, who was now silently praying for his characters safe arrival into Heaven. "Sorry for leaving you."
"It's okay." Blaine smiled, inching closer to Kurt. He pulled him into his lap, and wrapped his arms around the blue eyed boys waist. "I'm feeling a bit better today."
Kurt relaxed a little, having feared another break-down. "Really? How so?"
"Like the ache is dulling." Blaine shrugged, unable to express it. Kurt nestled himself deeper into his embrace, and smiled.
"I'm glad. You worry me." He said, trying to look up at him from where he was sitting. It was awkward though, and hurt Kurt's neck.
"You shouldn't, I'll get through it." Blaine tried to assure him, secretly knowing that without Kurt the entire ordeal would be hundreds of times more difficult to deal with. He leaned in to peck Kurt on the lips but froze when his phone went off. Kurt frowned and pulled away.
"Free at last!" Wes flailed, dropping to the floor again. "I'm surprised I'm still straight, with you two groping all over the place." This earned him a swat on the head from Blaine, who glanced at the caller ID and moaned in frustration.
"Who is it?" Kurt asked, ignoring Wes giving him a small speech about limiting his PDA with Blaine.
"My sister." He wrinkled his nose and threw the phone away. "I'm not here...And do not text her saying I'm ignoring her." Blaine shot Wes a warning glare.
"Of course, Prince Blaine." He snorted, though taking the phone despite himself. "Anything for the royal dapperdness that is thee. He who is so great he mustn't even utter the magic word-"
"Please, Wes." Blaine said, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Cover for me. I can't deal with her right now."
"Is she really that bad?" Kurt laughed. There was nothing he loved more than sibling rivalry. Blaine shook his head.
"She has been annoying me nonstop for the past three weeks, I can't stand it." He said, collapsing onto the ground. Kurt smiled at him, and scooted over to rest his boyfriends head onto his lap. Blaine blushed at his, and allowed his hair to be played with.
"What about?" He looked down at the traitor eyelids that were blocking his view from the hazel depths within.
"You." He admitted, chuckling. "She wants all the dirt. All she knows is your name."
"Oh no, I've told her things." Wes said, smiling his cheshire cat smile. Blaine's eyes shot open, and he propped himself up into sitting position, head resting against Kurt's chest.
"Like what?" He demanded. Kurt flushed, hoping Blaine's family hadn't gotten a bad impression of him.
"Like that you suck face all the time." Wes snorted, enjoying the fierce scowls on his friends faces. "You can't be mad at me Blaine. You know you should have introduced Kurt to your rents a long time ago."
"What does this have to do with you?" Blaine asked, frowning now.
"Well somebody has to let your dad know you're sharing a room-"
"Okay, you're being ridiculous." Blaine stood up, not wanting to hear more of what he knew was true. Kurt protectively got up as well, and held his hand.
"I don't care, you're a lunatic." Wes laughed, resuming his video game. "Excuse me while I shine!" He narrowed his eyes at the screen and called after them when they left.
"Call David to come in here and help me with the aliens!" He hollered. Kurt laughed at the confused looks people from the hallway gave Wes' room. Blaine sighed and shut the door behind them as they slipped out into the hallway.
"Sorry about him. Although my parents know better than to trust Wes of all people." He laughed, squeezing Kurt's hand. For some reason, his boyfriend seemed very quiet for the next few minutes.
"You okay?" He murmured, pulling him aside before they reached their room.
"I just can't help but agree." Kurt said, tentatively licking his lips. Blaine widened his eyes in confusion. "About meeting your parents."
"I don't-The time isn't-I-" He stuttered, trying to find a good excuse. Kurt shot him a hurt look.
"Are you ashamed of me?" He asked. This earned him a bark of laughter from Blaine.
"Quite the opposite." He smiled widely. Kurt relaxed a little. "But my family's always unbearable when Prudence brings somebody over..."
"You think I'll dump you because what I'm sure is your perfectly normal family may freak me out." Kurt said, interrupting him. He raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Blaine, who shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm just nervous about messing this up." He murmured, gesturing towards both of them. It was Kurt's turn to snort now.
"Something that stupid won't mess us up." He insisted, rubbing Blaine's hands with his thumbs. "Besides..."
"What?" Blaine asked when Kurt blushed deeply.
"I don't know...I just thought that maybe we..." He hid his face, fearing that what he was about to say was absolutely ridiculous. "Aren't we a serious couple?"
"I..." Blaine stammered, not expecting this. At first he didn't know what to say, but then he thought about the way he felt around Kurt. That feeling of security, warmth, love. Kurt was, in all senses, his world now. Who else did he think about nonstop, much to the annoyance of his friend Wesley? He knew he was now on good terms with the Hummel family, and his feelings for the boy only grew stronger, rather than dwindling. "Yeah, I think we are."
Kurt sighed, relieved. Blaine had taken his sweet time answering that one. "Well then, I should meet your parents." He insisted, smiling sweetly, as though it would improve his chances of a "yes."
"Okay fine-"
"Today." He interrupted.
"I'm sorry?" Blaine gulped paling. Kurt shot him a defensive look and he took a deep breath. "Okay fine. Give me a week, or something, will you?"
"Nope." Kurt shook his head. Blaine frowned, but immediately let up when Kurt pouted at him. His soft pink lips jutted out, and his blue eyes were glazed with emotionless tears. Saying no to him would feel like kicking puppies.
"Dinner tonight then?" He gave in weakly.
"Six O'Clock?" Kurt guessed, grinning widely.
"Seven." Blaine corrected. They resumed their walk down the hallway, each in deep thought now. Blaine was deciding how best to avoid utter humiliation from his sister later that day, while Kurt was wondering how best not to embarrass himself. Sure, he wanted to meet Blaine's parents, and knew it was necessary they got along. But that didn't mean he shouldn't be nervous. Hopefully.
Because God knew he was.
"Do I look alright?" Kurt asked for the billionth time. Blaine groaned, falling back onto his bed. This was the eighth outfit he had been forced to critique.
"You. Look. Gorgeous." He insisted, causing Kurt to shift awkwardly, hiding his blush.
"Don't be afraid to tell me if I look horrendous-" He tried to assure him, before being interrupted.
"Kurt, honestly." Blaine laughed. "And you were the one who wanted to meet them." He stood up, and stuffed his hands into his denim jeans. Kurt shrugged.
"I want to make a good impression." He defended, poking at the buttons on his top. It was a blue, button down dress shirt. He paired it with a pair of dark washed jeans, that weren't overly tight. It was a perfect mixture of Kurt Hummel and casual.
"I don't see why you're toning it down so much." Blaine sniggered, striding over towards his boyfriend. "They won't hate you because you're not wearing their favorite brands, you know.."
"...Whatever." Kurt said, tugging at his collar nervously. "Let's go then?" They glanced at the clock, seeing that they had a half hour until dinner. Blaine only lived ten minutes away, but they wanted to be a little early. This had all been planned out very carefully. Not that either of them would admit they were nervous.
"Yes. Lets." Blaine said in a monotone voice, earning him a giggle from Kurt. They tried to relax, and opened their door to step out into the warm, Dalton hallway. It wasn't crowded, as most people were gone for the weekend. Kurt had stayed to keep Blaine company, fearing for his sanity. Breakdowns like the one that had happened the night his grandmother died, were now routine.
"You're quiet. It's disconcerting." Blaine joked, releasing their hands to rub the pale boy's back reassuringly. They were on the large, sweeping staircase now. Kurt was half worried that he would forget how to walk.
"I want to meet your family. That doesn't mean I'm not worried about it." He admitted, biting his lip. Blaine smiled.
"Don't worry, my mom and baby sister are going to adore you. It's my dad and Prudence you've got to worry about." Kurt gave him a horrified expression as he took his foot off the last step on the marble staircase. They were in the entrance hall now, almost out of the private school.
"Prudence is going to embarrass me. My dad's protective." Blaine chuckled at something he was remembering. "He used to have me kidnap Prudence's boyfriends and lock them in a room, for him to "take care of." It was ridiculous."
Kurt stopped at this, right infront of the doors leading outside. "I'm sorry?" He choked.
"I'm sure he'll know that you're an exception though." Blaine said, trying to comfort both of them at once. "I doubt he'd...you know, kidnap you. He usually reserves that for his little girl."
"Let's hope so." Kurt's voice cracked, and he pulled the door open, stepping outside into the cold, chilly air.
"Let's just get this over with, and come out alive." Blaine said, causing Kurt's confidence to plummet.
"You're starting to scare me-" He said, stomach doing unhappy flip-flops. Blaine gave him an apologetic grin.
"I guess I'm just nervous, too?" He said, taking a deep breath. "It's okay. I'm overreacting." They found his car quickly, eager to escape the December winter. As usual, Blaine held Kurt's door open for him, before walking over to the passengers seat.
"What?" Blaine asked, turning the car on. Kurt had a ridiculous expression on his face.
"Did Wes tell Prudence I'm a stripper?" He asked, staring down at his phone dismally.
"Nothings impossible..." Blaine said suspiciously, pulling out of the parking space. He narrowed his eyes at Kurt's phone. "Why do you ask?"
"I just got a text from your sister, asking me how much I charge, and if I only work at gay bars." He groaned apprehensively. Tonight was going to be interesting.
"How does she even have your number?" Blaine almost yelled, blushing insanely.
"Wesley, I'm guessing." Kurt snorted, not replying. He noticed his boyfriends expression and raised his eyebrows. "Worried are we, that she'll tell me things about you?" He teased, secretly hoping this was true. Blaine was very private, and it was a rare treat he would open up to somebody. It would be gold to have his own sister at his command. From what he had heard, she would do anything to embarrass him.
"NO. Not at all." Blaine said a little too quickly, diverting his gaze.
"If you say so." Kurt said in a sing-song voice. The other boy flicked him playfully as he neared a stop light.
"I can't wait for you to meet Sophie." He said, excitedly.
"She's the baby, right?" Kurt said, trying to remember everything he knew about the Stewarts. (Embarrassedly little.)
"Yes, and she is precious." He grinned. "She'll be fascinated with your eyes of course. Blue is her favorite colour."
"I've never really been around many kids." Kurt admitted, playing with his fingers. The last thing he needed was to disappoint Blaine in that department.
"Don't worry, we'll just have to teach you." He smiled, reaching over to squeeze his hand.
"I like puppies though?" The Kurt added hopefully. Blaine screamed in mock achievement, as though something monumental had happened.
"This changes everything!" He exclaimed. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. Nothing to learn, either."
"Shut up!" Kurt laughed, pressing his forehead against the condensation forming on the car window. "It's a bonus."
"Okay." Blaine said, though they both knew he still doubted it. "We're almost there, anyways...I might have unintentionally speeded." Kurt snorted.
"I noticed. It was freaky." Sure enough, Kurt had been gripping his seatbelt with sweaty hands the entire time. Always the humanitarian, he would have felt horrible should they have run over a squirrel.
"You ready?" Blaine asked, slowing down to park infront of the house. Kurt looked up at it with surprise. His reaction to Blaine's home did not go unnoticed.
"You assumed I lived in a mansion, because I go to Dalton." He assumed, reading Kurt's face easily.
"Maybe..." He admitted, smiling. "But only because Wes showed me pictures of his house. It was a freaking castle!"
"He's so rich!" Blaine groaned. "A good thing they are though. His sister has terrible epilepsy. Costs a lot to manage..." Kurt drew back, eyes widening.
"I never knew." He said, finding a new found respect for Wes' constant happiness. Blaine shrugged, and just like that, the topic was put behind them. It was silent for the few minutes Kurt decided to examine Blaine's house. It looked large, and had a beautiful balcony on the second floor, covered in ivy. It was not a mansion, as he had assumed it would have been. But it was much nicer than his own home. The front lawn was covered in white snow, but he could see the tip of a gnome poking out from it. It should have looked cheesy, but it fit.
"I can see my mom staring at us from the window." Blaine sighed, noting the curtains twitching. Kurt bit his lip.
"O-Okay."
"You're nervous."
"Yup."
Blaine smiled at him, and waved towards the direction of the house, causing the movement from behind the front room to stop abruptly.
"My mothers going to be overly proud and happy for us. Don't be alarmed." He warned, opening the door. Kurt stayed frozen in his seat, shaking. Blaine opened his door, and held out a warm hand.
He was pulled out of the car, and watched his boyfriend shut and lock it. "Blaine...I'm suddenly extremely scared." He admitted, attaching himself to the curly haired boys arm as though it were a lifeline.
"Yeah. Yeah I am too." He said. "Don't worry, after the introductions you'll feel right at home. We won't hang around my dad too much at least."
"Wait..." Kurt said, hesitantly crawling up the icy driveway. The van parked there had a "special forces" sticker on it. "You said your dad was a mechanic."
"He is. After he was done with the wars, he joined a shop. It gets his mind off of things." Blaine explained, treading slower and slower as they neared the front door.
"Come on." Kurt grumbled, pulling them forward now. Everything was going to be okay. They would not hate him. Blaine would enjoy this night. He had to.
"You're kidding." Blaine muttered under his breath, trying to open his own door and finding it locked. He raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but before he could, it swung open. Kurt automatically felt himself relax. There stood a short, kind faced woman who was wearing a quilted apron. She had wavy, bright blonde hair that reached her stomach. Her face was heart shaped, and covered with adorable freckles. Her dimples were undoubtedly identical to Blaine's, though her green eyes were not.
"Hey honey!" She said, walking up to give her son a big hug. Kurt felt his hand slip away form his boyfriends, and he felt suddenly afraid, as though he couldn't do this without it.
"And you must be Kurt." She said, pulling away from Blaine to give him an appraising look. Kurt did the same to her, noticing that though her stomach was a little chubby, and she had pear hips, she was very pleasant to look at.
"Yes, I am." He smiled, some of his nervousness gone. Blaine's mother was not somebody to fear. She was very pretty as well. "Nice to meet you." He held out his hand but the small woman pulled him into a short hug instead. Blaine was pleased at this.
"It's okay, dear. I don't bite." She smiled, noticing that this poor boy was nervous. Knowing Prudence he should be. "He's polite, good."
"Thanks mom, I tried just for you." Blaine teased, ruffling her hair. "Have you started dinner already?" He asked, breathing in the wafting smell of rice and mashed potatoes coming from the depths of his home.
"Sorry, we were hungry." She said, while noticing Kurt rooted to the spot infront of the door. He didn't seem to be able to move.
"Kurt..." Blaine started, smirking at him. The pale, blue eyed boy crossed his hands over his chest.
"You told me your family was crazy, I'm allowed to be scared." He said, earning him a chuckle from Blaine's mother.
"Prudence is. I'm Clair by the way." She leaned over to rub his arm before turning to walk away, leaving them alone. "Thirty seconds Blaine!" She called, letting him know that he was to come to dinner soon.
"She was nice. I like her." Kurt said quietly, not wanting her to hear. Blaine grabbed his hand, and rubbed it soothingly with his thumb.
"I knew you would. She likes you too by the way." He said. Kurt gave him a questioning look. "I can tell. She gave you a hug. That's completely rare."
"I can't see her being mean." Kurt said, suspicious of the way Blaine described her; As though she was only kind once in a blue moon.
"She's protective of me, I suppose." Blaine murmured, leading him into the main room. As they walked towards the dining room, Kurt noticed the overall theme of the home was designed very well. The walls were deep brown and red, with quilts thrown everywhere. The floors were a lighter brown, with the occasional carpet strewn onto it. These were afghan styled, and fluffy.
"My dad picked them up when he was serving...It was a thanks from a community they helped out." Blaine explained, noticing Kurt take in his house. It looked like a warm, rustic cottage, but with special embellishments that just seemed to fit. The exotic rugs were only one of these things. The walls had hundreds of framed pictures hanging throughout the home. These displayed things such as the Beatles, family pictures, and diplomas. There was a clear representation of each member from the family in the home. Rattles could be seen hidden under Beatles records in the sitting room, and the quilts were definitely Clairs. Guitars, Disney movies and Dalton memorabilia were propped up on walls. It was cluttered with so many unique things, but everything was neat, and seemed to fit. The deep browns weren't too dark either. The entire place was exceptionally lit.
"Dining room." Blaine whispered, continuing to make the relaxing circles in Kurt's palm. They both stared at the room just on their left, and entered it after a nice long breath, and reassuring glance at each other.
Blaine cleared his throat. "Hey." He said simply to his family, hurrying to sit down. Kurt saw Clair sitting next to a burly looking man, who was giving him a look of deep consideration. A dark haired girl was sitting at the head of the table. Her thick front bangs covered her forehead. The seats opposite of Blaine's parents were empty, and the two boys took them thankfully. At least they could sit next to each other. Everybody stopped eating, and Kurt could not help but feel rude, showing up to introduce himself in the middle of dinner, then proceed to devour their food.
"Hello, Kurt?" Blaine's dad said questionably, unsure of his name. Clair nodded, confirming this and smiled when her husband held out a hand across the table to him.
"Yes, Kurt Hummel. It's nice to meet you sir." He said politely, shaking the man's hand. He shook it with unnecessary force, trying to impress the former soldier. He had a tough build, with a square face and jaw. His eyes were gray, as was his hair. The calloused hands released Kurt's small one's, and he cracked a small smile.
"Call me Jude." He coughed. "Firm grip, Blaine. I like that." He nodded, giving Kurt what was almost a kind look.
"Alright dad." Blaine sighed, half smiling. Kurt's hand was on the table now, and he decided to take it into his own in clear view of the rest of them. For some reason, this frightened him. His father simply continued to dig into his ribs happily, and for the most part seemed pleased with Kurt. Clair was eyeing the two boys holding hands and smiled dreamily.
"Young love." She thought to herself, motherly instincts taking over.
"Prudence?" Blaine asked suddenly, grimacing at his sister. Kurt looked up at her and bit his lip. She had her hands clasped together, as if praying, and was watching the boys silently, smiling a shockingly mischievous smile. It reminded them of Wesley when he was up to no good.
"You're right. He is cute! Damn Blaine, I thought you were lying." She said, bangs almost covering her long eyelashes, which framed her gray eyes. They were her fathers, undoubtedly. Where Blaine got his breathtaking hazel from was a mystery to Kurt. "He doesn't shut up about you."
"Oh really?" Kurt smiled, looking up at the horrified Blaine.
"Prudence, seriously. Not now." He said, giving her a pleading look. Kurt seemed amused though, so at least one good, if minor, thing came out of her annoying personality.
"Don't make me tell him about your Disney collection!" She threatened, looked happy. It was clear she had waited many years of watching Blaine expose her to her own boyfriends for this moment.
"Oh I know about that all too well." Kurt laughed, Clair joining in. Blaine looked away pointedly.
"Do you know he has a freaking novel written about your eyes?" Prudence continued, picking at her corn. "Like, they're super nice, but I'm talking hours of-"
"Okay new topic." Blaine said, still not taking any food. Kurt hadn't either. They were both too nervous to force anything down their throats.
"Enough Prudence." Blaine's dad ordered, though smiling for the first time at his sons expression. The joys of being a parent, to him, were embarrassing the children.
"Kurt, what does you mother do?" Clair asked kindly, changing the subject. Blaine stiffened.
"She passed when I was eight, but my step-mom's a nurse." He said, not forcing the normal look on his face. He had no trouble speaking about his mother. It had been eight years, and eventually he had gotten used to the fact that she wasn't coming back.
"Oh. I'm so sorry baby." She cooed, eyes going tender. "I'll shut up."
"Don't hurt yourself, Blaine." Prudence snickered at his disapproving expression. It wasn't their fault he insisted on being so secretive about his boyfriend.
"What about your dad?" Jude asked, putting his fork down.
"He's a mechanic." Kurt said calmly, though his pulse was racing. 'They have to like me, they have to like me, they have to like me...'
"Huh." Jude smiled widely. It was odd to see somebody so serious crack a grin. "He own his own shop?"
"Yeah, he started it with his best friend right after high school." Kurt said, glad he had the man's attention.
"Can you work with the tools?" He asked, truly intrigued now.
"Yes. I help out there full time. Well I did until I moved to Dalton, anyways." He shrugged. "My dad took me to work with him when I was six, and I've been going back since."
"Fantastic, I like you already..." Blaine beamed at this comment. "And your dad, invite him over. We can have some man to man." Jude concluded, squaring his shoulders.
"That would be nice." Kurt said, meaning it. "I can smell the Deadliest Catch marathons already." They all laughed at this.
"He reads me like a book." Jude sniggered, chewing loudly again.
"Well, he lives in Lima, dad. It's a tough ride for his father." Blaine said, knowing all too well that it was a two hour drive away.
"Ouch." Prudence said, pretending to shiver. "What the hell brings you to Dalton then? Other than the gay thing." Blaine shot her a glare.
"Zero tolerance bullying policy." Kurt admitted, remembering Karofsky slamming his sore body into the tough lockers...Getting concussions on the rim of dumpsters...freezing slushie facials in the dead of winter...
"Oh sweetheart." Clair said again, placing a hand over her chest. "Blaine went through something similar you know."
"He knows." Blaine said, smiling at him. "It's why we ended up exchanging numbers."
"I never had anybody to relate to before." Kurt shrugged. "Then Blaine went all Yoda on me and helped me through it." Another joke. They all laughed. Kurt was loosening up a little, letting out a deep breath he hadn't noticed he was holding.
"Bullshit, eh?" Jude said, cracking his knuckles. "People dying in Afghanistan, and these idiots can hate people for something like orientation. They don't care about the shit going on overseas, just these insignificant qualities..." He trailed off, stabbing his carrots.
"There's some hope though, right?" Kurt said. "The Dalton kids are proof of that."
"Yup. Great school." Jude agreed.
"Wait a minute!" Prudence piped up suddenly, having ignored the entire conversation. She turned to Kurt with expectant eyes. "Are you named after Kurt Von Trapp?"
"Actually no. Kurt Sohn, of the Jets." He laughed. "I know, I have Von Trapp written all over me."
"Oh you're precious." Clair said, propping her elbows onto the table.
"The Jets?" Jude automatically looked up. "Your dad name you?" Kurt nodded, smiling. "I gotta meet this guy."
"Okay enough." Prudence said, slamming her hands down onto the table. "I'm about ti kill the elephant in the room. Let's get this over with, pops." Jude gave her a quick nod, before staring at Kurt.
"This unnecessary." Clair said. "Leave him alone, you can tell he's a nice boy." She gave Kurt a warm smile which he returned before becoming petrified.
"Am I about to get this mythical, Stewart boyfriend talk?" He asked Blaine, who was looking throughly annoyed.
"It seems so." He said stiffly, as though realizing it was going to happen no matter what he did to stop it. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand.
"Okay. I'll go first." Jude said, eyeing him intensely.
"Are you and Blaine serious?" He asked. Kurt remembered the conversation they had had earlier that day.
"Yes." He said quietly, blushing.
"Your grades?"
"My average is an eighty six."
"Bands?"
"...Broadway musicals are more of my forte."
"You a virgin?" Kurt choked, taken completely off guard.
"YES!" He almost screamed, paling. Clair gave him a tight lipped smile of reassurance.
"Okay, I'm pleased." Jude said, leaning back. "Your turn, Prudey."
"Yes!" She said, clapping. "Okay...Fetishes?" Kurt almost opened his mouth to answer before Blaine covered it with his hand and stood up.
"Okay, enough!" He said. "Kurt is an A student, yes we're serious, yes I've kissed him, no we're not having sex, yes his parents are wonderful people, and he is a countertenor. He likes the Beatles dad, don't worry. Can we please go up to my room now."
"Yes, go!" Clair said quickly before Prudence or Jude could argue. Blaine sighed in relief and almost picked Kurt up in his haste to leave. Prudence saw them shuffle away, whispering to each other, and narrowed her eyes at the way Blaine wrapped a protective arm around his small waist.
"Oi! Leave your door open!" She called, causing Blaine to blush and sprint away.
"I like him." Clair said approvingly, once they were alone. "He's darling. And he was so nervous and polite, too! Poor thing, Blaine probably scared him about us."
"About us." Prudence snorted. "About me, more like."
"He seems fine. I need to meet his dad." Jude said, cocking his head to the side. "Weird though. I don't like this."
"Like what?" His wife asked him.
"Blaine touching his waist. Kurt holding his hand." He sniffed. "My little guy is not going to be manhandled-"
"Oh shush, you." Clair smiled. "I think it's precious. You got used to Prudence touching her boyfriends, now you'll get used to Blainey as well." Jude nodded somewhat, shuddering at the first time Prudence had a boyfriend over. It had been catastrophic. He had tattoos, piercings, and hit on his wife. Bad memories. At least Kurt seemed like a wholesome, polite kid who knew his way with a wrench.
"Yeah, the touching's great." Prudence said, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ample opportunity to embarrass Blaine."
"You don't get tired of that, do you?" Jude smirked. "Payback I suppose, for that one time with Mike?" Prudence nodded. This was all about Mike. She closed her eyes, looking amused.
"...I'm going to scream 'rape' everytime they touch each other..." She whispered, sounding dazed as though this brilliant idea had overtaken her brain. Clair sighed.
"What am I going to do with you?" She asked. They all broke into animated chatter about Kurt for the next few minutes, pausing every now and then to make sure Blaine hadn't snuck out with him. But now, they could clearly hear the loud laughter coming from his room.
"I bet Blaine's attracted to him because of his Disney fetish." Prudence snickered. "He looks like an adorable Pinocchio."
"Oh he does." Clair smiled widely. "His voice is angelic. I wish we could hear him sing."
"Warblers concert next week." Jude mumbled, face stony. He had recovered from the war, and was really quite pleasant...But he could not quite shake this now-famous expression.
"Wait, hush!" Prudence said, raising a finger to her lips. There was a loud crash from upstairs, followed by Kurt shrieking. And was that Blaine laughing? Yes it was.
"What the-" Jude furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Sounds like a cannibal Blaine horror story." Prudence snorted. They strained their ears more.
"Blaine, stop!" They heard a high voice yell. "I swear, I will-"
Thud.
"Oh God!" Blaine laughed, voice muffled by the floors separating them. "No, I'm ticklish there!"
"Aw, they're tickling!" Clair said, scrunching up her face. She was a sucker for cheesy romance. Jude on the other hand wrinkled his noise.
"They're making physical contact."
"I'll go break up the sexy times." Prudence said proudly, getting up to leave the room.
"No Prudence! You sit down this instant." Clair demanded. Blaine had been embarrassed enough. Now, it was time for her to calm down.
Blaine's room was beautiful. The walls were an unidentifiable colour, as they had been covered with framed pictures of his favorite things. (Harry Potter, Coldplay, Katy Perry, his family, Wes, musicals, and a few that were left empty. These were reserved for future pictures of Kurt.) He had a large Macintosh in the corner, next to a lineup of acoustic and electric guitars. Sheet music was scattered all over his bedspread, which was a deep blue. Kurt found the entire place soothing, and so utterly Blaine. The carpet was a pure, clean white. It had originally been hardwood, but Blaine said he had never liked it, so they installed the plush rug instead. Right now, the two boys were in the middle of the room, on the floor. Kurt had Blaine straddled down on his back.
"Kurt, please!" He twitched on the floor as the blue eyed boy tickled his middle. "UNCLE!"
"Finally!" Kurt rolled over on the ground next to Blaine, sweating. They both burst into loud laughter, ignoring the cheap vase that had fallen to the ground when one of them kicked it as a result of tickling-overload.
"You are evil!" Blaine giggled, propping himself onto one elbow. He leaned in to peck Kurt on the lips. "But adorable, so its fine."
"As are you." Kurt made a content noise when Blaine kissed him on the mouth again. "I like your family a lot." The kisses stopped when Blaine pulled back in surprise.
"Really?" He asked, biting his lip. Kurt nodded earnestly.
"Seriously! Your mother is wonderful...Your dad is scary, but nice." He paused. "And Prudence is..." Another pause. "Fun."
"Fun." Blaine repeated incredulously. "Just you wait. She'll get worse."
"You're just saying that because she's your sister." Kurt said logically.
"Wait a second-" He said, stopping the soprano from going on. He perked up, listening intently. There was the faint sound of a baby crying in the distance.
"I'll get her!" Blaine yelled, hoping his mother heard. He didn't want her having to deal with the fussy child. "Come on, Kurt. You haven't met Sophie yet."
"Oh, uhm." He stammered. "Okay?" Blaine got up, and pulled Kurt into standing position next to him.
"Don't worry." Blaine smiled. "She's fine." Kurt slumped his shoulders. He didn't think he had a very prominent paternal side, and was nervous about being around a baby. He followed Blaine out of the room anyway, into the plain hallway. More pictures of the family were scattered around here, one with Blaine and Prudence having a spaghetti fight. These were interesting. Kurt also spotted some with Wes and his mother, Joy. The two families must be close.
"In here." Blaine said, leading him to the furthest room down the hall, which had "Sophie" plastered onto the front of it in wooden, blocked letters. Somebody had painted pink polka dots onto them. Kurt opened the door, and automatically smiled at the sight inside. The entire room was made up of soft pinks, blues, greens, and yellows. All the natural baby colours. Toys were neatly put into a bin next to a bookshelf that held mostly Dr. Suess. The furniture was white, along with the crib in the far right corner of the room. Kurt made a cooing noise when he saw the little girl crying in it, holding her small body up by clinging onto the rim of her crib. It had a baby mobile hanging from it, with yet another quilt. There were three large teddy bears on top of the fuzzy looking, rainbow blanket. Infact, the entire room had large bears everywhere. They must have been her favourite toys.
"Hey honey!" Blaine said, voice automatically softening. He rushed forward to pick the small girl out of her bed. She immediately stopped crying, and stared at him in shock. She was expecting mommy or daddy, not her favorite brother.
"Blayne!" She gurgled, stuffing her fist into her small mouth. She was very pale, and had those hazel eyes that Kurt's boyfriend did. They were just as gorgeous. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were almost nonexistent, due to her bright blonde hair. (Her mother's.) Her short, straight hair was up in two pigtails on top of her head. It was so short, that they looked more like small springs rather than rings of hair.
"Ello sunny." Blaine said, pulling out a fake British accent. She giggled at this.
"Silly!" She proclaimed, waving her hands around. Blaine chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"Yes, I am." He turned her towards Kurt, who smiled impishly at her. "See him?"
"Yesh." She nodded, eyes widening. A newcomer!
"That is Kurt, my boyfriend." He slowly walked closer towards him, fearing Sophie would freak out as she sometimes did with scary strangers.
"Hello." Kurt grinned, showing his teeth. He tried his best to be excessively cheery. She cocked her head to the side, and smiled.
"Kurt." She said proudly. "Kurt loves Blaine."
"Very good!" Her older brother chuckled. He motioned for Kurt to sit down on one of the three beanbags in the other corner of the room, and he did just as he was asked. Blaine also plopped himself onto the one next to him, Sophie still cradled in his lap.
"Sunshine?" He asked. She murmured in acknowledgment. "Do you want to sit with Kurt?" She looked up hesitantly, and pressed herself towards Blaine.
"Nice?" She asked, sucking on her pinky now. Blaine nodded.
"He is very nice." He assured her. "Try walking over, hun." She shrieked in excitement, and crawled out of Blaine's grip to sit on the rug. Kurt watched her with a wide smile. Blaine was right, she was adorable. And Blaine being paternal was making him so much more attractive.
"Kurt." She slobbered out, smiling. Her three, small teeth were pearly white, and her onesie had a picture of a bear on it. This was not surprising.
"Come on, you can do it." Blaine said, patting her but, urging her to move. She stood up at his encouragement, and swayed back and forth, trying to keep her balance. Sophie took a tentative step forwards, and fell after a record four seconds.
"Oh!" Kurt gasped, reaching out to pick her up before she got hurt. She giggled, and kicked as her legs dangled in the air.
"Hero!" She said. Kurt lit up and gave her a loud laugh.
"Why thank you." He said approvingly, setting her down again. She crawled up into his lap, and buried her face into his chest. Kurt instinctively supported her with his arms, and rubbed her back.
"BLUE!" She cried, staring into his eyes. She poked one of his eyelids and screamed in amusement. "Blue, Blaine!" She gave him a look and pointed at Kurt's face, as though this were a radical scientific development.
"I know!" Blaine said, gasping. Kurt gave her a wide smile when she tugged at his soft hair. The three of them giggled.
"Bad with kids..." Blaine muttered. "Yeah right."
"Oh but she's adorable!" Kurt cooed. "Yes you are...Yes you are!" He tickled her tummy and she collapsed against his chest again, nestling there. He rocked her back and forth, playing with her pigtails.
"It's called being a born dad." Blaine said, placing his hand onto Kurt's knee.
"She seems so smart..." He said, blushing. Talking about kids with Blaine made his heart flutter. It implied that they had a future.
"You'd be surprised, they learn so fast." Blaine said softly, and adoringly. There were his two favourite people, hugging each other. It was amazing. Sophie let out a sneeze, and Kurt's face lit up.
"She's so cute!" He gushed. Blaine laughed, enjoying this. Maybe Kurt was right. Soph was kind of a puppy.
"I'll go check on them." Jude said gruffly. Prudence automatically jumped up as well, excited at the prospect of catching her brother making out with his boyfriend and getting into total trouble. Clair sighed at the pair of them.
"Don't scare Kurt off. I like him!" She said. 'I'll go get Sophia. She'll need a feeding..." The three of them walked upstairs, and went off to run their small errands. Clair opened the door to her youngest daughters room quietly, and almost laughed at the sight she saw. She could hear Jude and Prudence outside, further down the hallway, discussing something.
"Mom! They snuck out! Nowhere to be found!" Prudence said, sounding more excited than worried.
"No you two, come here!" She said, hushing them down as they neared the door. When they got there, Prudence actually smiled a little. Sure, annoying Blaine was fun. But she was happy for him. Honest. Jude half grinned and walked away, not being able to stand feeling so soft. He had to go man up...watch a football game or something.
Clair stayed by the door though. Kurt was splayed out in the middle of the room, curled up against Blaine's chest. Her son had his arm wrapped around his boyfriend...And there was Sophie, sprawled out on Blaine's stomach, with one of Kurt's fingers wrapped inside of her small fist. She turned to Prudence, knowing it must have melted her heart as well.
But her oldest daughter had that smile again. The smile that looked too much like Wes'.
"RAPE!" She screamed, jolting the three of them awake.
"Prudence!"
A/N: I had to really think about how I wanted Blaine's house/family to be. I think thats why this took so long. Gah. Did I do okay? Mess up? Make you cry in frustration? Let me know! ;]
It's official, I cried reading your reviews this time. Aha, y'all are turning me into a softie! Jude is based on my daddy. Sophie is based on my cousin. Clair is a figment of my imagination. Prudence reminds me of my best friend, torturing her brother to no ends. Haha.
Did we all like this chapter? Sorry for taking so long, honestly! I love all of you. **cyber hugs galore**
Ps.-I'm developing another Klaine story. It's kind of my new baby, although I have plenty room for this fic in my heart, don't worry! It's going to be long and multichaptered...and I'm putting a lot of time into it. *Is determined not to screw it up*
Plot: Blaine graduates and joins the army while Kurt is finishing his last year at Dalton. Blaine is deported. Kurt is heartbroken. Chapters will alternate from Blaine/Kurt's point of view. Some OC's, and plenty of David/Wes. There will be slight humour, but it's mostly romance and longing. War scenes. Soo...What do we think? I'm very excited about it. I have some major ideas flying around my brain at the moment. (:
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