Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? No, not mine, but what's mine is mine. I do own a copy of the seasons one to four, and a bucket of their legit music on cd.
I'd be interested if you like these words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and blah di blah.
Rated: SHOCK this chapter is a T. But … if you venture forward, it's your responsibility how you accept what is to come.
Warning: I was requested to do a clean story without what I normally do. So hold onto your hymn books, and have some scones and camomile tea.
Dedication: This is for my Darling, I love you sweetie and I always want you to know how proud I am of you, and I hope you are of me too. {sniffle!}
I'm always confident, but after FOUR THOUSAND readers, I'm like "Wow!"
~ S5 ep 17, Mr and Mrs Schue had a baby boy, awww! ~
~ a holiday by the seaside ~
Kurt stretches as he wakes up. His hands touch the cold of their wrought iron bed head, his feet peeking out from under the blankets. He yawns and breathes in the cool morning air, mixed with the scent of raisin bread and the sound of Blaine cooking.
A teaspoon adds sugar, stirs, taps and sits alongside the cup, the milk is poured. A knife scratches butter on toast and cuts through to the glass plate. The plate and cup are put on the breakfast tray and Blaine sighs taking in the scent of a single Rose.
Slippers are heard shuffling toward him, he closes his eyes with antici….
"Good morning, rise and shine." Kurt opens an eye, Blaine holds the tray with pride and a beaming smile down to his beloved.
"Good morning back at you." Sitting up and accepting the tray of food, they share a chaste kiss. "Thank you Blaine."
"You're welcome." He lays back down on his side of the bed, resting his head on a fist, and watches his darling eat.
"So what time did you want to leave? I figure it will take us about four hours to drive back." Seeing as they have Kurt's car, he shares the decision of when to leave.
Pinching some of Kurt's toast, "Well the service starts at 2:00 pm, so may be about nine-ish." He scoots off the bed, grabs his day clothes off the valance and heads for the shower.
Singing as he washes, wondering who else will be there.
Soap, brush teeth, lather some more, rinse, shampoo, rinse, towel dry, conditioner, rinse more. SHINE!
"My turn!" They shower tag, "Your turn."
~ clean klaine ~
"Santana, you have to come with me. You're part of their family too." Rachel had been trying to persuade her to come, for the best part of the week. How could she not like babies?
"They're vile little critters, they'll throw up on you, poop on you and you're expected to love the little creature. I'm staying here, where it will be quiet without you, without Kurt and Blaine. I'll have the whole place to myself, I'll be in Heaven."
"Santana, no!" If Rachel could just see how cute she is, with her three year old stomp of her foot, arms crossed, face stern, demanding. "You have to come see the baby! Everybody loves babies, you must see the baby!"
"See the baby, see the baby! Ugh!" Finally Santana gets up, takes off her dressing gown and smiles to Rachel, she was fully dressed under there the whole time. "Fine, let's go see the baby!"
The elevator reaches the ground floor, it opens very slowly threatening to one day remain that way. The girls each pull at a door.
"Oh my nails!" Danni had given Santana a manicure last night, she was very proud of her girlfriend's work.
"Your nails, how about the dirt? Yuck!" Having pried the door open, Rachel's hands are as grubby as Santana's. Stepping out, Rachel hands her a wet wipe, and one for herself.
After depositing the soiled cloth in the rubbish bin, she hands Santana a dry wipe, and one for herself too. Santana furrows her brow and throws a questioning look, "What else do you have in that bag?"
"A modern day girl needs to be prepared." And thoughts to Finn have her momentarily sad, then thoughts of her near baby with Brodie bring a smile back to her heart.
"Let's go." They chipmunk, "Yes, let's go."
~ new york, new life, olde life, ohio ~
Sam sits watching Mercedes recite a prayer, she crosses herself, he does the same.
She takes one of his hands and they rise off the Church pew.
As they reach the front doors, he puts his hat on and she does the same. They both put their coats back on. "Brrr, it's cold isn't it Sam?"
"Yes Mercedes, it's really cold."
"Wish I didn't throw that warmer five thousand dollar coat in the river now." She looks up at him with a harrumph, as if he made the decision to throw it and therefore he should take her aggravation and apologise to her.
He shoves his hands into warm gloves and puts them in his coat pockets. He's not taking the bait, goes to say something, but stops himself. Trouty mouth kept shut, looks at her and shakes his head. No he's not taking the bait.
He holds his arm out to her, she takes it and they walk to the waiting limousine. It'll drive them to the airport, where they'll take her private plane and head to Ohio.
~ we're all glad he took that vid of her and sent it to the producer's ~
"So Artie, I was thinking of applying to Nyada, would you help me with my application, please?" Of all couples to surprise, Tina and Artie had found they had more in common and were very much in love, after all.
"Sure if you really want to, I'd love to help you with your application." Crossing his legs, doing up a wayward lace, his new wheelchair being more suited to New York than his older one.
With her insistence he had finally purchased a motorized one, it had a horn and sealed, lockable boot.
He felt like a bad ass bikie driving this one. "Did I tell you I've booked in to get a tattoo?"
"What, no you didn't, that's awesome. What are you going to get?"
"Hmmm, I was thinking about …."
And so they chatter sweet conversations without hang-ups, just dreams they'll make come true.
Tina picks up the basket of baby items, a huge stork of nappies and other necessities, wrapped in a huge amount of light blue cellophane.
She carries them without difficulty, it's more awkward than heavy. Today her look is semi Goth, blending in with his bad ass Glambert impression. Matching brilliant blue.
They know they're going to stand out from the crowd, in photos. The quiet wall flowers that they are, not!
~ a full battery in his wheel chair, and a teenie tiny baby in her baby oven {6 weeks just gone, psst shshsh, they don't know yet} ~
"Emma…Emma time to wake up sweetie…" He sits on the edge of the bed holding her hand, rubbing it like a Genie's bottle.
They've been home from the hospital for three weeks now. The change in her cdo is amazing. She can wipe little Daniel's bottom quicker than he can change a tire on the car.
Bathing him is more enjoyable, although the maternity nurse said to be careful or she'll ruin his delicate soft baby skin.
Ten little fingers, ten little toes, a bundle of their pure love.
Mr Schue rubs the back of his hand against her cheek. She stretches as she wakes, and he's in awe that her hair is never messed, never one strand out of place.
"Good morning Will." Chaste kisses of Schuester!Love.
"This was in the mail box. It's from Sue. Here you open it." He gives her the small brown wrapped package, with grey stripes down either side, in the postage stamp area it reads, I don't have to pay postage!
"Oh my, this is lovely, really lovely." Holding the baby clothes up, "He can't wear this today, but I'm sure when we have our photo shoot, I'll put it on him then."
"Let me read the card." He removes an inappropriately-off-yellow coloured card from a matching envelope.
"Dear Daddy Buttchin and Mummy Carrot tops, My thoughts will be on you two today and your little male offspring. I couldn't come and help you celebrate the birth of your child and union of your ugly family, because I have better things to do and don't really care. I certainly hope the stork that brought this brat into your life, is roasted and served on a bed of vegetables and cream. Please stop inviting me to these occasions and …"
Words of loving venom, dripping with sarcasm and hiding underneath them all, she really does love and care about them.
Miles away, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, Sue Sylvester is soaking up some sunshine, sipping a Virgin Russian through a straw. Her sunhat protecting her white skin as a servant massages her feet.
"Did you hear that?" She looks to the sky with puzzlement, he looks at her and shrugs. Looking back down at him, "Yes, I know. You no speaker the English! Keep rubbing, keep rubbing."
~ typical Sue, secretly in love with … ~
A week had passed since the baptism of little Daniel.
They're about to have their first official family portrait taken.
Mr Schue is dressed in grey pants, shiny black shoes, white shirt and grey matching vest. Emma is dressed in a modest knee length cream coloured skirt, matching shoes, white shirt with a huge bow and draping ribbon, her engagement ring twinkling alongside her wedding band.
Baby Daniel is cuddled between them, black socks and a baby onesy. To an untrained eye, the onesy is invisible, he looks to have a pair of father-matching grey pants, white shirt and matching grey vest.
What makes little Daniel's outfit stand out from the crowd, is the interlacing of cream, grey and white stripe on either side.
~ shutter click! ~