School has started again, but I haven't forgotten about you guys!
Kurt slid hot pancakes under Taylor, who instantly perked up at the sight of them. "Papa, these look so good!" Kurt smiled and ruffled Taylor's hair.
"They're chocolate chip!" He replied to his smiling son. "Hey, you ready for today?" Kurt softened his facial expression and looked as Taylor finished chewing.
"I think so. I'm not worried. I just don't want to leave you and Daddy." Taylor's mouth formed a sad frown.
"I don't think that will happen, kiddo. I will do everything in my power so that it doesn't." Kurt said, wrapping his arms around his son.
"Papa, where did daddy go?" Taylor asked, muffled by Kurt's sweater.
Blaine walked into Tiffany and Company on Fifth Avenue, in complete and utter awe of the scale and grand feel of the store. He could've died there, but knew he had a limited amount of time before having to go to court. He quickly found a salesperson, who directed him in the direction of wedding bands. Blaine quickly walked over, knowing he looked a little frazzled in a nice suit, but probably like any other Park Avenue man who had to go buy a last minute gift.
"Excuse me sir, but do you need help?" a salesperson seemed to have noticed Blaine's distress, and looked eager to make a sale and help.
Blaine remembered when, after their dinner party, he and Burt were drying dishes in the kitchen as Kurt was putting Taylor to bed and the rest of the gang was beginning to gear up a game of Scrabble, which, as Candice revealed, was the only game Cooper would cry at if he didn't win.
The air was silent as Burt and Blaine dried. The two hadn't spent too much time alone, but seemed to have a silent respect for the other. The sound of some soft jazz hung in the air, the notes sung on the radio disappearing.
"So, kiddo, how's your band?" Burt asked hesitantly, his soapy hands moving in the water as he grabbed a fork to dry.
"It's just for fun, but we might perform soon," Blaine smiled. "I've been working more in the studio with other bands, and I see myself exploring more of that, potentially producing."
Burt chuckled to himself. "That's great." Blaine, who was rotating the plate in his hands, stopped suddenly and looked at Burt. "Sir…I offered to dry dishes with you to explore a more serious conversation…me potentially marrying Kurt." Burt's eyes widened and he dropped the fork he was fishing for.
"Go on, Blaine, and please, call me Burt."
"Burt, from the moment I met Kurt I knew he was a special person. The circumstances that he was brought into my life were less than ordinary, but when I started to bond with our son, I began to bond with him as well, despite me fighting those feelings of a romance between the two of us. After everything between Dave and I at Otto's I knew I wanted your son in my life. Thankfully, he seems, by some strange reason to want me as well, and I can't believe it. But It's not enough we have a son. I want, just as I want Taylor to become Taylor Anderson Hummel, is to have your son become my husband."
Burt, before he realized it, wiped away tears from his face, and knew instantly this was the man Kurt belonged with.
"You have my permission, kiddo, but you better treat him right, or I'm after you. Taylor, too. That kid's been my grandson longer than he knows."
"Could I see that one?" Blaine asked the clerk at Tiffany's, pointing to a band that was platinum, with a trio of diamonds on the top. The sales person gently placed on the counter, and Blaine admired it lovingly. Like his family, it held a trio of beauty, and each sparkled together. As cheesy as it sounded, Blaine knew he had found the ring for Kurt. It was simple and elegant, but would be the perfect ring for his boyfriend.
"I'll take it."