A/N: Okay so I'm gonna try REALLY hard to keep updating at a rapid pace. I want to get this mostly finished before I start the semester next week. I'm beginning my creative writing courses at school and will have to focus because these are the classes I have to pass with flying colors so I can become a better writer.
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"They what?!" Meredith screamed into the phone. She quickly hung up and threw the phone across the room. "Son of a bitch." She mumbled. William let out a slight chuckle. "Do you have something to say?" She asked her smiling husband.
"Nope." He said and walked away.
Veronica came down the stairs of the large house with her suitcase. "I'm done, Meredith. I don't want to fuck up their lives." She told the older woman standing before her. "I'll get a job and pay my own rent. I'll get a smaller place. This is just too much." She said heading for the door.
"You will not leave." Meredith demanded.
"I told you I'm gonna find a way to pay my own rent. You have nothing over me." Veronica said walking out of the house.
Blaine had gotten up early that day so he could make his family breakfast instead of Kurt doing it again. He didn't make breakfast often and Kurt had been rearranging his apartment so it was more convenient for them all. Kurt could hear him fussing in the kitchen but stayed in bed knowing how important it was for him to make breakfast for them. Blaine opened the bedroom door. "Kurt, honey, you awake?"
"It's in the cupboard to the right of the stove." Kurt told him.
Blaine rushed back to the kitchen to get the frying pan out of the cupboard Kurt had told him. "Shit." He said after he broke an egg and let the inside fall to the floor.
"Daddy?" Kurt heard Rebecca's sleepy voice outside their bedroom door.
Kurt quickly got out of bed and brought her into the room. "Dad is making breakfast."
"Dammit." They heard Blaine exclaim.
"Or trying to. How did you get any food before I came around?" Kurt asked the child.
"We went to places a lot." She told him.
Kurt chuckled. "Come here. Let's lay down and wait for daddy to come get us when breakfast is done." He told the child pulling her onto the bed and cuddling under the blankets.
Over the next several minutes Kurt heard Blaine let out numerous profanities.
"Kurt, I have school." She told him.
"I will see how it's going out there." Kurt said reluctantly getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Blaine, she has to get to school. Why don't we try this on the weekend?" Kurt asked once he saw the mess Blaine had made in the kitchen.
"I used to be able to cook; breakfast at least. Then this guy starts making us gourmet meals every day and I've forgotten how." Blaine told him pointing the whisk at Kurt.
"Do you not like the gourmet meals this guy is making you?" Kurt asked him taking the whisk away from him and starting a new batch of pancake batter.
"I love them. The meals and the chef taste pretty good." Blaine told him taking his waist from behind and sucking on his neck.
"Stop." Kurt said pushing Blaine away. "I have to get this made. Bec! Clothes!" He yelled.
Minutes later Rebecca came running into the kitchen completely dressed.
"Okay, what happened here? Since when do you listen to Kurt more than me?" Blaine asked the girl sitting at the table.
"Since you messed up breakfast." She told her father as Kurt put her plate in front of her.
"Quick then brush your teeth." Kurt told her and put a plate in front of Blaine.
"Do you have rehearsal today?" Blaine asked him in between bites.
"We're running through twice today. Why?" Kurt asked him sitting down next to him.
"Then we're doing lunch. I need my Kurt time." Blaine told him. "She gets it more than I do and I had you first." He argued.
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended." Kurt chuckled.
Rebecca ran off to brush her teeth and grab her back pack. "So lunch is okay?"
"Yes." Kurt said taking care of the dishes. "I was actually hoping to start moving in today during lunch though. I have a ton of stuff to do with my apartment. I'm gonna have to sublet it." Kurt told Blaine who was still chewing on a piece of bacon.
"What about Sydney? That girl could use a better place. I'd feel more comfortable leaving Bec with her. I'm pretty sure she's been looking." Blaine told him as Kurt took his plate away. "I wasn't finished." Blaine objected.
"Yes, you are. I'll ask today at rehearsal." Kurt got very quiet while washing the dishes. He kept looking over at Blaine. "You're still sure about this?"
Blaine wasn't sure what he was referring to at first. Once he realized where the conversation had led he stood up and pulled Kurt away from the dirty dishes. He took Kurt's hands and looked into his eyes. "Kurt Hummel, you are so incredibly talented and so beautiful up on that stage. I have starred on Broadway more times than I can count. I've been on Broadway since I was a kid. If I were to come back you'd be pushed to understudy and you are so much more than an understudy. This is your show now and I will be there opening night screaming louder than anyone else for you." Blaine said and kissed Kurt. "Don't ask again because you'll get the same answer."
"Okay." Kurt told him. "So lunch and boxes?"
"I love you." Blaine said pulling Kurt closer to him and forcing their lips to meet in a heated kiss.
Rebecca walked back into the kitchen. "Every time." She mumbled.
"She has your timing." Kurt laughed. "You get her to school. I have to head to rehearsal." Blaine left the kitchen to quickly get dressed and grab his things to take his daughter to school that morning. "Be good today." Kurt told her. "Love you." He kissed her cheek. "Have fun at school."
Rebecca motioned for Kurt to come back down to her level so she could give him a huge hug before she left. As she hugged the man she buried her face into his neck. "Bye…d—"
"Bec, let's go!" Blaine yelled.
Rebecca ran from the room and left the apartment with his father.
"Wait what? Did she almost?" Kurt was very confused. He knew he hadn't been around Rebecca for very long, but had she almost called him that? Had she almost called him 'dad'? Kurt never thought he'd have kids at this point in his life and he kind of didn't. But then he saw that little brown eyed brunette child stare at him he felt like he actually did have a child of his own. He shook it off and headed to rehearsal.
"Sydney!" He yelled once he got backstage. "I'm moving out of my apartment and need someone to sublet. Interested?" He asked her hoping she was say yes. "One bedroom. Decent rent. Closer to the theatre."
"Sure. My lease is up in a week and I haven't found a place yet." She chuckled.
"I'm gonna start moving out today." Kurt told her.
"Moving in with Blaine, huh?" She asked him. Kurt only smiled. "How is he?"
"Oh, come here." Kurt said pulling Sydney to the stage. "I just want to let everyone know. Rebecca was brought home last night, unexpectedly. Blaine is fine. She is fine. And Blaine won't be returning." Kurt told the cast and crew. "He will be here on opening night cheering for everyone though." He added.
"Cheering for you." Clayton spoke up. "Well at least we have a committed performer as the lead now."
"Hey!" Sydney yelled. "Blaine was committed." She told him.
"He spent three days—"
"Depressed about having his daughter taken from him." Kurt interrupted. "Sometimes after something like that you can't even kiss your partner." Kurt said with a stern face.
During that time when Rebecca was not home Blaine couldn't even make himself leave the couch to go to bed. He wouldn't kiss Kurt goodnight or good morning.
"Blaine's been through a lot in the last few days and I think it's best if you just be quiet. I don't have an understudy yet I'd hate for you to lose your lead." Kurt told him.
"Wait! I thought Blaine was gonna be your understudy?" Ivan stood up asking. "I'm letting him take today off. Tomorrow he promised me he'd be back."
"Well, yeah, sort of." Kurt told him.
"From the top!" Ivan yelled and the company ran to their places.
Blaine had just gotten back to the apartment after dropping Rebecca off at school. He had a hard time leaving. He didn't want to not be with her, but he was planning a big night out with her and Kurt that night to welcome Kurt and her home. They were going to see The Lion King and going for dinner at Rebecca's favorite place. He sat down on the couch in his quiet apartment for just a second before someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked walking towards the door.
"Veronica." He heard.
He quickly opened the door. "Leave."
"Blaine, I'm going back to Miami. Here are the papers. I'm not doing anything custody wise. Keep her." She let out a small sigh. "We both know that I'll never be a mom and I can't believe I went along with yours. I still love you, Blaine. Seeing you hurt like that made me realize that. I still can't wrap my head around you being gay, but it seems like you have a nice little family with Kurt. I just want you both to be happy and for you to know that I am incredibly sorry about all of this bullshit." She finished.
Blaine stared at her not knowing what was going on. Was the woman standing before him actually admitting defeat? Did she just tell him that she was still in love with him? Whatever it was he now had signed divorce papers in his hands. It was over. In just a few months he and Veronica would never have to speak to each other again and he liked the sound of that. "Thank you." He responded.
"Um, if she ever asks about me. Don't tell her the truth, please. Not even my name." Veronica asked of him. "I don't want her thinking that her mother hated her because I don't. Tell her…anything but the truth."
"That you love her so much you're willing to disappear for her?" Blaine asked her. "Because that's the truth. Veronica, you're not a horrible person like I've been saying you are. There was a time that you were full of life and always smiled. Get her back. She was great." Blaine told her.
"Good-bye, Blaine." She said and walked away.
"Good-bye." Blaine closed the door and walked back into his apartment.
Blaine Anderson:
9:45 AM
Veronica signed the papers and is going back to Miami.
Kurt Hummel:
9:46 AM
Are you serious? That's great. How long until it's finalized?
Blaine Anderson:
9:48 AM
A few months, but she's not going for custody at all. She doesn't even want me to tell Bec about her.
Kurt Hummel:
9:50 AM
That may be for the best. I have to get back to rehearsal. I'll talk to you at lunch. I love you.
Blaine Anderson:
9:51 AM
Love you too.
Blaine slid his phone into his front pocket. He was enjoying his day while watching reruns of Seinfeld on television. It was almost time for his lunch and moving session with Kurt and he couldn't get to the theatre fast enough. He managed to sneak in and get to Kurt's dressing room.
Kurt walked in and didn't even notice Blaine sitting on his couch. "Hurry up." Blaine said.
Kurt jumped at his voice coming from the opposite side of the room. "Blaine, you scared the shit out of me." Kurt told him and walked over to the couch to sit next to Blaine. "I see you were able to actually let Becca go to school?" Kurt laughed pushing back one of Blaine's curls.
"It was a challenge, but I managed." Blaine laughed taking Kurt's hand. "I know that I was a depressed nightmare this week; I'm sorry."
Kurt let out a chuckle. "Honey, I would have been concerned if you hadn't been so depressed." Kurt told him squeezing his hands. Blaine cupped his face and pulled him in for a tender kiss. Kurt pulled away. "Let's get going. I have a time limit."
The men had gotten to Kurt's apartment with several boxes to pack away his things and take them to Blaine's apartment. "What all do I need to pack to take to your place?"
"Your not." Blaine answered going through Kurt's things. "Your sheets. I love your sheets." Blaine perked up and pulled Kurt to the bedroom.
"I know where you're going with this and not now." Kurt told him as Blaine began to naw at his neck. "Blaine, seriously. If we actually want to get food and pack up my stuff we have no time for this." Kurt wanted to pull away, but his body wasn't allowing him to do so. The way Blaine was moving his tongue around on his collar bone was making him putty. "No." He finally said pushing Blaine off of him. "If you help me now and get most of my stuff moved then go get lunch together. I'll reward you after dinner tonight."
Blaine didn't bother to think. He quickly stripped the bed and began folding the sheets he was so fond of to put them into a box that Kurt had put in front of him.
They spent a half an hour going through Kurt's bedroom making sure he had everything packed up. Kurt was still a little shocked that he was moving in with a man. And the man's child. He didn't stop to think about what that was going to mean with Rebecca he just knew that he needed to be with them as much as he could.
Blaine was attempting to be helpful by packing the suitcases, but Kurt had to go back and redo all of the packing because it wasn't up to his specifications. They had gotten all of Kurt's clothes and bed sheets back to Blaine's apartment and Kurt was already late for rehearsal.
"Being late once isn't gonna kill you." Blaine told him as he opened the suitcase.
"Well, if you hadn't tried to have sex five times I wouldn't be late." Kurt laughed as he hung up some of his clothes.
"What are you wearing to the carpet on Friday?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"I was thinking just my black tux. You?"
"I was gonna go simple like that too." Blaine picked up a picture frame from one of the boxes. "Since when do you have a picture of my daughter?" Blaine asked him showing Kurt the photo.
"I took that the day we went for the picnic in Central Park. The child is so beautiful I had to frame it. Plus, I made me feel closer to the two of you. I got to see it every night." Kurt told him. "There should be another one in there of the two of us the day we went to Mercedes' concert."
Blaine began to dig around in the box and found the picture. "Why didn't I notice this before? I've slept over at your apartment." Blaine said putting the picture on the dresser next to the one of Rebecca. Blaine pulled out another frame. "These your parents?" Blaine asked holding up the photo.
"Yeah, I wish they lived closer so you could have met them before now, but they'll be in town this weekend for opening." Kurt told him.
"We should do something with them after one of the shows." Blaine told him. "I can't wait to meet them. You talk highly about them."
"They're great." Kurt said looking at the picture. "Okay, let's go get some take out because I really have to get back." He said setting the picture on the dresser.
The men left the apartment and headed to get some food.
"That little fucking bitch!" Meredith yelled as she paced around her living room blocking the television from William.
"Looks like it's over." William told her.
"Never." She stated.
"Meredith, if you don't stop this I'm leaving." William said straight. "I'm not going to deal with you being an insane bitch to our son and granddaughter." He told her standing from the couch.
Meredith watched as her husband left the room and headed to the bedroom. Was getting her granddaughter worth losing the man she loved. Or was her marriage over? At the moment all she could truly think about was Veronica leaving her to finish what they had started. Meredith was not going to be told she couldn't see her own flesh and blood. She wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Kurt Hummel:
1:54 PM
I got yelled at.
Blaine Anderson:
1:55 PM
I'm sorry.
Kurt Hummel:
1:56 PM
I kind of a massive favor to ask you. Hold on I'll just call you.
"Hello?" Blaine said answering Kurt's phone call. "What's the favor?" He asked.
"My parents got an earlier flight into town and I don't want them trying to maneuver around New York. My dad is horrible with directions." Kurt started.
"Kurt, when I met your parents I was kind of hoping you'd be there." Blaine told him knowing what Kurt was about to ask him.
"And I would have liked it you had been there when I met your child." Kurt rebutted. "I know this is asking a lot, but because I was late Ivan isn't letting me go to pick them up." Kurt told him trying to sound needy so Blaine wouldn't be able to say 'no'.
Blaine sat on the other line and looked down. "That means I'm gonna have to put on pants doesn't it? What about Bec?"
"Pick her up on your way. And you were gonna have to put on pants anyways. You should have already left the house to get her." Kurt told him. "Blaine, I owe you big time for this."
"Yes, you do. We're gonna get Becca to love your parents and send her with them for the weekend. And you'll repay me then." Blaine told him while he struggled to put his pants on with one hand.
"We'll see." Kurt couldn't hide the fact that the sound of an entire weekend alone with Blaine was getting him excited. "Take them for something to eat and do not let them pay." Kurt told him. "I'll see you tonight. I love you."
"I love you too." Blaine said and hung up the phone.
Blaine ran to Dalton to get Rebecca then headed for the airport. "We're gonna meet Kurt's mom and dad." Blaine told her in the cab.
"Cool." She said excitedly.
Blaine was beginning to get nervous. Kurt had told him that he informed his parents that Blaine was going to be there to get him, but meeting the boyfriend's parents was always nerve racking. Especially since Blaine was a dad, had only just come out, and had an insane ex-wife. But Blaine could never really say 'no' to Kurt. Kurt had this hold over him that just made him agree to anything. Kurt had learned how to ask for things with a certain tone of voice that made Blaine crazy.
Blaine was standing in the baggage claim area of JFK airport looking for the familiar bald head. Hoping that he'd recognize them from the picture. He finally saw him. With Rebecca on his hip he walked over to a man and a woman picking up their luggage. "Mr. Hummel?" Blaine asked.
The man turned around. "Blaine Anderson, I presume?" Burt asked.
Blaine simply nodded his head.
"Who is this beautiful girl?" Carole asked tugging on Rebecca's pant leg.
"Rebecca Anderson." She said proudly. Kurt had really managed to get the child out of her shell and not be as shy as she used to be. "This is my daddy." She said pointing to Blaine.
"He is?" Burt asked her handing Carole her suitcase.
"Here I got that." Blaine said reaching for it.
"What's your name?" Rebecca asked Carole.
"I'm Carole Hummel. I'm Kurt's step-mom."
"I have a cab waiting." Blaine told Burt.
"Great." Burt replied. "Kurt said he's at rehearsal and didn't want us wondering around alone. He does realize that I'm an adult? His father?"
"He's really cautious. I'm not allowed to go to the bathroom alone when we're out." Blaine chuckled.
"How long have you two been together?" Burt asked him.
"As weird as it sounds, to both us actually, only a few weeks, but it feels like I've been with him my entire life." Blaine told the older man walked beside him.
Rebecca had hopped out of Blaine's arms and was walking hand in hand with Carole out of the airport. "How old are you?" Carole asked her.
"Five and a half. I'm in kindergarten at Dalton." She told Carole.
Carole was instantly in love with the little girl holding her hand. She had always wanted a daughter, but she always loved her sons.
They got to the cab and Blaine put the suitcases in the trunk of the car. Carole sat in the front while the rest gathered in the back of the vehicle. "Kurt said you might like to go get something to eat?" Blaine asked trying to break the silence. "We can go somewhere after dropping the bags off." He suggested.
"Sardi's!" Rebecca yelled.
"That's her favorite place." Blaine chuckled.
"What about Kurt?" Rebecca asked her dad. "He has to come. We can go get him at Broadway practice." She told her dad.
"Kurt got in trouble because daddy made him late this afternoon. So he can't leave." Blaine told his overly excited daughter.
"We can watch." Rebecca said as though it was the obvious choice.
"Watch Kurt rehearse for his first Broadway show?" Burt thought out loud. "That sounds nice. Then we all go out for dinner. On—"
"Us." Blaine interrupted Burt. "Kurt insisted I take you for food. Are you sure not just a little hungry? We can grab take out and eat at the theatre." He suggested.
They got their food and dropped off the suitcases at the hotel and made their way back to the theatre. "What's with all of the press?" Blaine asked as the car pulled up to the curb. Blaine paid the driver and they all began to file out.
"Blaine!" One of the reporters screamed. They all turned and bombarded the group.
"Is it true your daughter was taken from you?" One asked as Blaine quickly grabbed Rebecca and placed her on his hip.
"Blaine, are you really abusing your new boyfriend?" Another asked and earned a very dirty look from Burt.
"We should just walk and get inside. I'll explain." Blaine said ushering Burt and Carole into the theatre.
Once the door was closed Blaine saw Burt's angry face. "If you are abusing my son…" Burt started.
"Rebecca was taken from you?" Carole asked.
"It's a really long story. We should talk in my dressing room." Blaine said and started for backstage. "You go watch Kurt." He told his daughter who quickly ran into the theatre and started to clap for Kurt who was singing on stage.
"What are you doing here?" Ivan asked the child as she got up to wear he was sitting and sat down next to him.
"Kurt's mommy and daddy are here. They wanted to see him practice Broadway." She told him. She then turned her attention back to Kurt on the stage.
"I have never hit or abused Kurt in any way. I don't know where that accusation came from." Blaine started. "And Rebecca was taken from me a few days ago, but it was a misunderstanding. My ex-wife and mother were in cahoots in trying to prove me an unfit father."
"Ex-wife?" Burt asked him. "How long?"
"We've been separated for three years. I just filed for divorce because I fell in love with Kurt." Blaine answered him.
"What was this misunderstanding?" Carole asked him.
"Well, my mother kidnapped Becca from school several weeks ago and when I told her to never come around again she got mad." Blaine started. He continued to tell the couple the entire story and when he finally finished they sat there in shock.
Kurt swung the door open. "I heard you were here." He said placing a kiss on Blaine's lips.
"Honey, there is a lot of press outside with these crazy accusations of abuse." Blaine stated.
"That's wonderful. Dad I swear Blaine has never hit me." Kurt quickly turned remembering his parents were in the room. "Well except the time he was gesturing and accidentally smacked me in the face."
"I'm still really sorry about that." Blaine said lightly touching Kurt's face.
"They know about last week. The press anyway." Blaine told him.
Kurt looked at him shocked. "How?"
"I'm gonna guess my insane mother." Blaine told him. "I just want this to be over with. I can't take it any longer. This is too much on me and you and Bec."
"So your mother is behind everything?" Burt asked the men standing there. Blaine nodded to him. "Why?"
Kurt raised his hand. "Because I'm gay and love your son." Blaine told him. "Funny thing, I thought it was gonna be my dad that hated who I was. He doesn't like it, but he's not an ass. My mother psycho." Blaine said looking at Kurt. Kurt saw him staring and turned to him. Neither of them said anything they just stood there holding each other.
Kurt knew that what Blaine was going through was hard and it killed him that he didn't know how to fix it. He wanted his happy and goofy Blaine. Not the one that jumped awake every night when the neighbors stumbled home and ran into the door.
Burt took a look around Blaine's dressing room. There was a half dozen photos of him and Kurt and another three dozen of Rebecca lining the walls. He knew instantly that Blaine was a good man and that whatever was going on with him and his family needed to be resolved. He wasn't going to let his son be pulled into this mess. He had to help sort it all out. "I have some pull with law enforcement. We might be able to help."
Alright. I hope you like this one. No smut (sorry). Soon I promise. And the Glee premiere is on Friday and I'm super pumped. Excited for Klaine angst. It fuels me. But as I said at the beginning of this I'm gonna try to update a few more times this week to get more written. You guys are so awesome. Don't forget to favorite or follow or review or tell everyone about this.
-Taylor