March 17, 2013

Blaine opened his eyes and all he could see were Kurt’s beautiful glasz eyes looking into his. He smiled softly. “Morning,” he murmured.

Kurt smiled softly. “Good morning.”

“How long have you been awake?” Blaine asked as he reached up and rubbed his eyes with the hand that wasn’t entangled with Kurt’s.

“About half an hour.”

Blaine laughed. “You could’ve woken me up, you know.”

Kurt blushed slightly. “But you looked so peaceful,” he protested. “Plus, it gave me some time to process the fact that I’m going to have a little sibling.”

Blaine smiled fondly at Kurt. “That was quite a bomb.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice. I’ve been over here at least once a week since Regionals.”

“Well, she isn’t showing that much, so it’s not like anyone who didn’t know would notice.” Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. “I should be happy, right? I’m going to be a big brother.”

Blaine smiled softly. “I think you should feel whatever you feel. You don’t have to be happy.”

“I’m not not happy. I just—I don’t really know what I am.” He paused and frowned slightly. “I’m actually a little sad. I’m not going to be around to see him or her grow up. I’m going to be so far away that the baby won’t even know me.”

Blaine brought his free hand to Kurt’s face. “Hey, don’t say that. You’ll be here whenever you can be. You’ll be here for the important things—like holidays, birthdays, and graduations.”

“That isn’t enough though!” Kurt started to cry softly. “I want to be here for everything. I want to be close with the baby. How can I do that if I’m so far away?”

Blaine wiped away some of the tears that fell onto Kurt’s cheek and then began rubbing his spine gently. “You’ll figure it out, Kurt. You’ll make it work.” Blaine smiled softly. “I promise.”

“I feel like I’m failing everyone by being in New York. I’m not here for you, my dad, or Carole and now this new baby is just another person I’ll let down.”

“Kurt.” Blaine scolded. “You aren’t letting anyone down by following your dreams.” He paused and waited for Kurt to look up at him through his lashes. “Even if you don’t see the baby as much as you want, he or she will know that you are out there making your dreams come true. Your little brother or sister will have a great role model. You don’t have to physically be here all the time to have a connection with him or her.”

The tears finally stopped falling from Kurt’s eyes as he smiled shyly up at Blaine. “You think?”

Blaine shook his head. “I know.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Kurt’s nose. “You’re going to be an awesome big brother to this baby.”

“I hope so.”

Blaine chuckled. “Come on, let’s go make breakfast for your family.” He sat up and pulled Kurt up with him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders tightly. “I love you,” he whispered in Kurt’s ear.

Blaine felt Kurt relax slightly as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist. “I love you, too.”

They broke apart after a few moments. They both stood and walked towards the door.  As Blaine glanced at Kurt’s calendar, he remembered the date. Looking at Kurt’s pajamas, he realized that there was no green in them. He swiftly ran forward a few feet and deftly pinched Kurt’s ass before running around him and out of the room. “Hey!” Kurt whispered loudly. “What was that for?”

Blaine gestured to the calendar on the wall. Kurt looked at it for a moment before laughing loudly. “Blaine, you are such a child, I swear!” He ran forward to try to pinch Blaine, but Blaine moved to the side and Kurt missed.

“Nuh-uh! I’m wearing green! You can’t pinch me!”

Kurt pouted. “Fine.” Kurt walked back into his room and reemerged wearing a green Christmas tree pin a few minutes later.

Blaine laughed. “Uh, Kurt, I think you’re mixing your holidays.”

“I don’t have anything else green here! I forgot about the holiday when I was packing.”

Blaine smiled. “Let’s get downstairs and start cooking. I want some pancakes.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand and dragged him down the stairs.

Once the pair made it to the kitchen, Kurt sat down at the counter. A thoughtful expression crossed his face and a few moments later he spoke. “You know, I’m starting to think that every time we see each other it is now a rule that one of us has to cry.”

Blaine laughed. “Oh my God, you’re right. Every time we’ve been together lately, one or both of us has cried at some point. We seriously need to stop that.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side. “Why?” He questioned.

“I don’t know…shouldn’t we be happy when we’re together? Not crying all the time?”

“I think it’s good that neither one of us is afraid to cry in front of the other. It shows how much we trust each other.”

Blaine smiled broadly. “You have an excellent point.”

Kurt stood and walked over to where Blaine was standing. He opened his arms a bit as an invitation for Blaine to step into his embrace. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist instantly and Kurt quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. They stood like that for a while—with Blaine’s face pressed into Kurt’s neck and Kurt’s chin hooked over Blaine’s shoulder. After a few moments, they broke apart simultaneously and started to pull out the ingredients to make pancakes. Kurt mixed together the batter, throwing out instructions for Blaine to grab or measure an ingredient here and there. Once the batter was smooth, Kurt turned to the stove and turned on the skillet. His back was to Blaine. Blaine smiled at the comfort and domesticity that they were sharing. Kurt turned his head and smiled when they locked eyes.

I could get used to this. We fit so easily together. I hope he still wants me in a few months.

Blaine’s thoughts must have shone through his features because Kurt turned fully around and cradled Blaine’s face with his hands. “In less than 4 months, we’ll be doing this in our own kitchen. Just wait.”

Blaine tried to smile, but he knew it didn’t quite reach his eyes when Kurt’s face softened. “Blaine…” Kurt started, but stopped when Burt walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning, boys. Do I see pancake batter?”

Kurt dropped his hands from Blaine’s face and turned to his father. “Yes, and they’re oatmeal pancakes. They’re supposed to be good for your heart, so don’t you dare slather them in butter and syrup like you normally do!”

Burt looked at Blaine for help. “Blaine, help me out here. I’ve been eating healthy since Kurt left, haven’t I?”

Blaine looked between Burt’s pleading expression to Kurt’s stern one. “He’s right, Kurt. We’ve all been making sure he eats well.”

Kurt huffed. “That doesn’t mean that you can slack off just because I’m here! Besides, I already made the batter, so you’ll just have to eat them or make your own pancakes.”

Burt laughed. “Don’t worry, kid. I was just messing with you. Of course I’ll eat your pancakes.”

Kurt’s face softened and he sighed. “I just worry about you, Dad. I don’t want to lose you. And the baby needs to know its dad. You’re going to have to take really good care of yourself.”

Burt smiled and ruffled Kurt’s hair. “I know, Kurt. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going anywhere.”

Blaine looked at the clock and saw that it was already eleven. “Kurt, what time is your flight back to New York?”

“3:30, why?”

“It’s already 11, so we should probably get going with breakfast so you have enough time to pack.”

Kurt jumped and quickly poured three pancakes out onto the skillet. Just as the first three pancakes were finished, Carole came downstairs and everyone agreed that she should get to eat first. Each time a new stack of pancakes was done, another person would sit at the table. Finally, all of the batter was used and all four members of this crazy family were sitting and chatting about life, future visits, and plans for the new addition. After sitting at the table for a few hours, everyone decided it was time for Kurt to start packing so that he didn’t miss his flight. Blaine and Kurt ran up the stairs and into Kurt’s room. They quickly changed and started to pack Kurt’s things. It took a surprisingly long time considering that it was only a two day visit.

“Blaine, I needed to bring all of this! I had no idea what we would be doing. I needed to be prepared for many different possibilities.” Kurt protested when Blaine pointed out that fact.

Finally, Kurt’s bags were once again packed into his father’s car. It was decided that Blaine would accompany them to the airport and that Burt would drop him off on his way home. Kurt made sure to remind his dad to send updates about the baby often so that Kurt would feel included.

“Of course, buddy. And you’ll try to make it home after the baby is born, right?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Like I would miss welcoming my new little brother or sister into the world.”

Burt looked in the rearview mirror at Blaine. “And you’ll come back with him, won’t you, Blaine?”

Blaine smiled at the inclusion. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss meeting the newest addition to the Hudmel clan.”

Kurt groaned. “You’re still using that silly name?”

Burt and Blaine laughed. “You’re right, Kurt. That name is silly. It doesn’t include our whole family. Maybe it should be Hudmelson.” Burt said, winking at Blaine in the mirror.

Blaine felt tears prickle in his eyes. Kurt turned and gazed at Blaine lovingly. Blaine returned the look and blinked back the tears.

 My own family doesn’t care, but at least I have them. I don’t know what I’d do without Kurt and his family.

Burt pulled into the parking lot of the airport and quickly found a parking place—that was the good thing about the airport near Lima, no one used it often so there was always parking. Burt unloaded Kurt’s bags and the three men walked into the airport. After Kurt checked his bags and got his ticket, the three men walked to security—where they would have to part ways.

Blaine tried to excuse himself to give the father and son time for a private goodbye, but Burt insisted that he stay.

“Bye, kid. I’ll talk to you soon. We have an appointment for the baby in two weeks and you’ll be the first to know what we find out.”

Kurt hugged his father. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll see you in June.” Kurt stepped out of his dad’s arms and turned to Blaine. “And I’ll see you at the end of May in Philly. I’m so excited for you guys!”

“I’ll let you know if Mr. Schue likes your Yellow Submarine idea.” Blaine said, smiling.

“No! Don’t tell me! I want to be surprised in May!”

Blaine laughed. “Alright, if you insist.” Blaine took a step closer to Kurt and opened his arms slightly. Kurt launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms and wrapped his own around Blaine tightly. “Thank you for everything you did for me this weekend. You truly are the best,” he whispered in Kurt’s ear.

“You don’t need to thank me, silly. I didn’t do it for you.” Blaine pulled away and looked at Kurt with a puzzled expression. Kurt chuckled. “I did it for me. Because I couldn’t stand to be apart from the person I love.”

Blaine laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt’s lips. “You silly, incredible man. I am going to miss you so much.”

Kurt beamed. “I’ll miss you, too. Just a few more months.”

“And, because we are totally going to win at Nationals, Mr. Schue is letting us stay in Philly until your birthday. Please tell me you can get the day off.”

Kurt grinned. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Burt clasped a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You oughta get through security now, bud. Your flight leaves in half an hour.”

Kurt nodded and hugged Blaine once more before kissing his dad’s cheek and turning to walk through security. He went through—taking his shoes off begrudgingly—and waved to Blaine and Burt before turning a corner and walking out of their view.

Burt turned to Blaine questioningly. “Did you and Kurt decide to get back together this weekend?”

Blaine shook his head. “No. We’re still on a break.” He looked down at his shoes. “But I’m going to marry your son someday, sir. If he’ll have me.”

Burt chuckled and ruffled Blaine’s hair. “Oh, he’ll have you. I’m sure of it.” He winked at Blaine. “Now let’s get you home.”