The doctor who had made me take a leave from work because of how sick it made me just called
To see how I’m doing
And to tell me that he saw the woman in charge of HR at the Museum and one of my bosses (predictably the most horrible one), who said that they don’t understand, that I never said anything about how unhappy I was about the conditions, about them not talking to me, about them leaving me to my own devices without any parameter to work
and I just
*aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhh*
I said many times, not as often as I should have maybe, but enough, that I wanted them to talk to me, to reply to me, to make me feel like i belong in the team
One meeting each week where I feel like i’m an outsider looking in is not helping
Whatever Kurt was going to say flies out of his head when Blaine surges forward and kisses him.
It cannot last more than a handful of seconds, but Kurt feels like time has stopped for them, and this kiss encompasses all the kisses that they should have shared in the time they spent apart.
Blaine pulls away, and Kurt can see how wet his eyes are getting, the way his breath catches in his throat.
How Blaine clearly wants to dive in for another kiss, but keeps himself away.
As Blaine starts running away, Kurt remembers what he was saying and he closes his eyes.
“--and you don’t know them any more,” he whispers to himself, too quiet for even be echoed through the empty street. “Oh, Blaine.”
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It takes them a little while, but in the end they do manage to find a place that feels all of their criteria.
An extra room, for Blaine to rehearse.
A balcony, for Padmew to go on adventures when they’re all out in the world.
An open kitchen, so that Dan can participate even if he’s not actually cooking--and so that both adults can keep an eye on him when they are doing the cooking.
Still in the Boroughs, so Kurt doesn’t want to kill himself going to and from work.
It takes a while, yes, and numerous discussions that sometimes turned into shouting matches between Kurt and Blaine--and numerous bunches of flowers to apologize and forgive.
But eventually, they do find it.
Their place.
(And if Kurt thinks about how the extra room is big enough to support an hypothetical split to allow them to have another baby in a nursery, well, he’s still keeping it to himself.)
And now they are all going, the five of them--Kurt, Dan, Blaine, Padmew and Santana--, to Ohio to celebrate Thanksgiving with Kurt’s parents.
To say that Blaine is a tad nervous would be an understatement, and Santana--from the backseat of the car where she’s playing with Dan in Padmew’s fur--is not helping.
“Burt is a really sweet guy,” she says, condescendingly patting Blaine on the shoulder, “he’s just very protective of his little princes.”
Blaine nods and looks out the window, watching for their next stop.
“Did I mention that he’s a mechanic?”
Blaine smiles. “A couple of times--and even if you had not, the Hummel’s Tire and Lube t-shirts in Kurt’s drawer would have been a hint.”
“Hm,” Santana says, and in the rearview mirror, Blaine can see her pursing her lips. “He’s good with a wrench.”
Blaine gulps. “G-good to know?”
“What’s a w’ench?” Dan asks and Kurt jumps in, explaining that it’s a tool to repair cars, and that’s what Granpappy does. “Oh, okay.”
Silence reigns in the car for a moment, except the sound of Santana’s nails in Padmew’s fur.
“Papa, can I get a juicebox?”
Kurt looks at him in the mirror. “I’m driving, Danny-boy. In a minute.”
Dan huffs and rolls his eyes. “I know, Dad--that’s why I asked Papa.”
“Pap--oh?”
The three adults are gobsmacked into silence long enough for Dan to look up from his tablet to look at them with a worried frown. “Did I f’ay f’omef’ing wrong?”
Santana smiles at him and brushes his hair away from his face. “Not at all, hermoso,” she says, her voice soft. “You said the perfect thing.”
Dan smiles at her, leaning into her touch before returning his attention to his game, and Santana looks into the rearview mirror, where both men are glancing.
She raises an eyebrow, and Kurt gives her a wide, cocky smirk.
Blaine bites on his lower lip to keep from laughing at their antics.
“Any way, Papa,” Santana says, accentuating the last word, “if you want to get Burt in your pocket, there is only one sure way.”
“Which is …?”
“Get Carole first.”
Blaine nods, twists his mouth.
And then turns to Kurt. “We’ll need to make a quick stop before arriving at your parents.”
Kurt reaches to squeeze Blaine’s knee, not paying attention to Santana muttering something vaguely insulting and implying that they’re up to no good to give Blaine a quick glance. “We’ll do plenty of stops between now and arrival, honey.”
“Okay,” Blaine says, covering Kurt’s hand with his own. “Okay.”
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When they arrive in Ohio, Blaine makes sure to find a beautiful bunch of flowers to give to his hosts--prove that he’s a gentleman, trustworthy, don’t wrench my head in, all that jazz--but he’s still half a mind to just stay in the car.
Even with Santana’s reassurance that the flowers are amazing, and that the Hummels are smart people, “I mean look at their son, you really think I would have rented my womb for just anybody, no”.
But no, he can do this, and with Kurt’s hand on the small of his back and Dan’s little hand in his free one, Blaine marches to the door.
Carole opens the door, clapping her hands when she sees them all together.
“Hello, ma’am,” Blaine says, giving her the flowers. “Blaine Anderson, enchanted to meet you.”
Carole blushes lightly at that, taking the flowers from him and inhaling the powerful scent of the gladioli. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Blaine,” she replies, pulling him into a one-armed hug. “I’ve heard so much about you. Please, come in--and call me Carole.”
“With pleasure.”
Carole leads the way, with Dan rushing to stay by her side, and Kurt leans in to whisper into Blaine’s ear, “Easy, Prince Charming.”
Blaine can feel his cheeks growing hotter but he beams at Kurt, leaning back to kiss his cheek. “Can’t,” he whispers, “born this way, baby.”
Kurt groans but he still smiles at Blaine, so it can’t be all that bad.
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Burt arrives later, to a scene that screams of complete familiarity : Kurt has Dan on his lap, the both of them reading a book that looks like it was already old when Kurt was Dan’s age; Carole and Blaine are sitting in the couch, Padmew on her back between them while they pet her and compare notes on how drunk injured men can behave like divas and five-years old alike.
The smell of chicken cooking in the kitchen drifts into the living room, and Burt takes it all in.
“Evening, family,” he says, including Blaine and his pet in the greetings.
Burt Hummel prides himself in two things.
One, he raised one hell of a man.
Two, he knows how to evaluate someone’s worth at first glance.
And the man looking up with a beaming smile, that man whom Kurt looks at like he put the Sun in the skies?
The man who Dan already referred to as Papa more than once during their Skype conversations, though without either man being around so it might come as a surprise for them.
The man who logically brought the flowers like a good guest except that he’s not a guest.
Yes, this man, this Blaine, he’s already part of the family, and if Burt isn’t wrong, he’s going to stay for a long, long time.
List 10 favorite characters (one per series) then tag 10 people!
Ok, and there aren’t any female characters. I wonder why?!
1. Blaine/Kurt - Glee. I can’t choose one, I just can’t!
2. Mal - Firefly
3. Mulder - The X Files
4. Alucard - Hellsing Ultimate
5. Barrow - Downton Abbey
6. Dr. Frankenstein - Penny Dreadful
7. Kieren - In the Flesh
8. Sherlock - Sherlock BBC
9. Leonard - The Big Bang Theory
10. Jeeves - Jeeves and Wooster
I tag quizasvivamos, redkukushka, mimocca, lallagogo, hoshidess, heartstringsduet, ancientgleek-youngatheart, line126, fictionallylost, jggirl
