March 16, 2013

Blaine and Kurt followed Tina to the mall. There, they met up with the rest of the New Directions. They went shopping for a few hours and ate lunch at the food court, only breaking into song once or twice—which was impressive for a bunch of kids in a show choir. Slowly, members of the New Directions said their goodbyes and headed home. Soon, the only people left were Kurt, Blaine, and Sam.

“We should be heading out. I have to spend some time with my Dad.” Kurt said to Blaine.

“Yea, of course.” Blaine said, standing up. “See ya at school on Monday, Sam.”

“Sure thing, Blaine.” Sam looked at Kurt. “It was good to see you, Kurt. Visit again soon, okay?”

“Alright, Sam. I’ll try my best. I’ll at least be back for graduation.” Kurt said, throwing his bag over his shoulder and starting to walk towards the exit. “And I’ll be front row, center at Nationals. I can’t wait to see you guys perform in person. I’ve hated only having videos to go off of.”

They reached the exit and the trio stopped outside the door.

“We’re over there.” Kurt said, pointing to the parking lot to the left of where they were currently standing.

“I’m that way.” Sam pointed in the opposite direction.

“Alright, then I guess this is goodbye. I’ll see you around, Sam.” Kurt and Sam exchanged a brief hug and the boys split off and walked to their cars.

After Kurt and Blaine were seated in the car, Kurt turned to Blaine. “Do you want to come to dinner? Carole was asking about you and I’m sure my dad would love to see you.”

“Sure, Kurt. That sounds lovely.”

“Okay, do you need to stop at your house first?”

“Nah, I don’t need anything.”

Kurt nodded and started the engine. He backed out of the parking space and started the journey back to his house. They chatted about how things were going for both of them, how much Kurt was loving New York, and how glee club was going.

“We haven’t quite figured out a setlist yet, but the theme is colors. So our choices are pretty narrowed down.”

“Colors?” Kurt asked. “That’s an odd theme.”

Blaine nodded. “Yea, I’m not quite sure what we’re going to do with it, but I’m sure we’ll do fine.”

“Let me know if you need help with songs.” Kurt said, and then he gasped. “Oh my god! You guys have to do Yellow Submarine! That would be hilarious, but I think it would be really good.”

Blaine snorted. Then he pondered the song choice for a moment. “Actually, I think you’re right. We could really do something awesome with that song. I’ll tell Mr. Schue the idea on Monday.”

Kurt smiled as he turned onto his street. They pulled into the driveway and Kurt turned off the ignition. The two got out of the car and headed to the front door. Before they even made it to the door, it swung open revealing an ecstatic looking Burt Hummel.

“Kurt! Blaine! You’re here!”

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a nervous glance. “Yea, Dad, we’re here. What’s got you so excited?”

Burt pulled the boys into a tight hug. After he released them, he laughed. “What? I can’t be excited about seeing two of my boys?”

Blaine chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Of course you can, sir. We were just concerned, you seemed to have news or something.”

“Well, actually, I do have some news.”

“What is it, Dad? Is it your heart? Have you been eating right without me?” Kurt was working himself up quickly, Blaine noted. He put a comforting hand on Kurt’s arm, which seemed to calm the older boy down a little.

Burt quickly shook his head. “No, no; it’s nothing like that.” He stepped over the threshold and gestured for the boys to enter the house. “Why don’t we all sit down and Carole and I will explain.”

Kurt and Blaine went into the living room where they sat down on the couch. Burt went into the kitchen to get Carole. A few moments later, the older couple returned. Burt sat in his usual recliner and Carole perched herself on the arm.

After a few moments of silence, Kurt spoke up. “So…”

Burt clapped his hands once. “Right!” He looked at Carole expectantly.

“I don’t know any other way to put this than bluntly: I’m pregnant.”

Burt beamed with pride. Kurt sat shock-still with his mouth gaping open. Blaine squealed with joy and jumped up to give Carole a tight hug. He quickly released her and leaned over to give Burt a brief hug. During all of this, Kurt was still sitting with the same dumbfound look on his face. Burt looked around Blaine and a look of concern quickly settled on his face. “Kurt, buddy, are you okay with this?”

Kurt didn’t seem to hear his father.

“Sweetheart, I know this is a lot to take in right now, but you’re starting to worry us.” Carole fussed.

Blaine looked between them and walked back to the couch. He knelt in front of Kurt and cradled his face with his hands. Blaine guided Kurt’s eyes to his gently. “Baby, say something,” he whispered.

Kurt shook his head and cleared his throat. “Wow.”

Burt spoke up. “Are you okay, Kurt?”

Kurt nodded slowly. “Yea, it’s just—wow, a baby.”

“Do you have any questions, sweetie?” Carole asked.

Kurt shook his head quickly; he then seemed to reconsider. “Actually, yea. How far along are you?”

“4 months. We decided to wait to tell you until you were home.”

“Wow. Four months. So you’re due in…August?”

Carole nodded exuberantly. “August 13th.”

Kurt finally started to look excited. “Oh my gosh, that’s so soon!”

Burt nodded. “Anything else, bud? It’s better to just get everything out in the open now.”

“No, I think I’m fine. You guys just blindsided me is all. I wasn’t expecting a baby; I thought you got bad news from the doctor or something.”

Everyone laughed. Carole turned to Blaine, who was now seated on the couch next to Kurt. “Do you have any questions, sweetie? You’re part of this family, too.”

Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled warmly. Blaine returned the smile. “No, no questions.” He beamed. “I’m just so excited for you guys! I can’t wait to meet the new addition to the Hudmel family.”

“Thanks, son.” Burt said, smiling slightly. “He or she is going to love all of her brothers.” He said with a knowing smile turning his lips up at the corners.

Blaine ducked his head slightly. Carole stood and announced that dinner was ready. They all went into the dining room and ate a delicious meal and caught up on the happenings of each other’s lives. Eventually, they moved back into the living room and watched a movie. Carole and Burt curled up together on the love seat; Blaine and Kurt sat next to each other, their shoulders and thighs brushing. Halfway through the movie, Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his and squeezed. Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine and the two shared a quick smile before turning back to the movie. After it had ended, Kurt yawned and stretched.

“Blaine, it’s awfully late. Why don’t you just stay here tonight?” Carole suggested.

Blaine looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven o’clock. He yawned loudly and ducked his head. “Alright, I’ll just need to call my parents.” He walked into the dining room, pulled out his cell phone and dialed his home number.

“Hello?” He heard his father say.

“Hi, Dad. I was just calling to let you know that I’m going to spend the night at Kurt’s tonight.”

“Damn it, Blaine! Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Your mother made a large dinner thinking that you would be back tonight. You would have saved her a lot of trouble if you had called us sooner!”

Blaine scoffed. “Right, Mom made a large dinner,” he murmured.

“Don’t talk back to me, boy!” Blaine’s father shouted.

Blaine winced. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again. You may be 18 now, but you still live under my roof and I require respect.”

“Yes, sir.” Blaine sighed. “Do you want me to come home? I don’t have my car, but I’m sure I could walk.”

Blaine’s father let out an exaggerated sigh. “No, no. If the Hummels want you to spend the night, more power to them. Just make sure to tell your mother if you are going to be missing dinner again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Blaine’s father said before he hung up.

Blaine sighed. “Bye, love you too.” He said into the receiver mockingly before hanging up. He turned to walk back into the living room and saw Kurt standing in the doorway. Kurt took a step towards Blaine, but he put a hand up. “Don’t.”

Kurt didn’t listen and wrapped the younger boy in a comforting hug. Blaine sighed and buried his face in Kurt’s neck. “He wasn’t even worried about me,” he whispered. “It’s eleven o’clock at night and he wasn’t concerned about where I was. All he cared about was that I missed dinner.”

Kurt rubbed comforting circles on Blaine’s back. “I’m so sorry, Blaine.”

Blaine let out a soft sob. “I just don’t understand why he doesn’t love me. I’ve never done anything wrong; I don’t stay out late, I get good grades, I’ve never gotten in trouble at school—I’m the model son and still he doesn’t care about me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” Kurt whispered. “He loves you; he just doesn’t know how to show it.”

Blaine cried into Kurt’s shoulder for a few more quiet moments before he pulled back from the hug and wiped his eyes. “Maybe.”

Burt stepped into the room and saw Blaine’s red-rimmed eyes. “Dad giving you a hard time, son?”

Blaine shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing.”

Burt looked at Blaine skeptically. “You sure?”

“Yes, sir. No need to worry about me.”

Burt gave Blaine a quick hug. “You two oughta get to bed, it’s pretty late.” He gave Kurt a quick hug as well before the boys turned to walk up the stairs.

“Good night, Dad.” Kurt said over his shoulder.

“Night, Dad.” Blaine echoed.

“Night, boys.” Burt said softly.

Kurt entered his room and held the door open for Blaine. After Blaine went in, Kurt closed the door quietly.  Blaine sat on Kurt’s bed and looked at Kurt expectantly.

“You called my dad Dad.” Kurt said quietly, tears shining in his eyes.

“Is that okay?” Blaine inquired worriedly.

“It’s perfect.” Kurt whispered. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Blaine’s forehead. “Let’s get some sleep. You’re still getting over your cold.”

“I need some pajamas, I wasn’t expecting to spend the night.” Blaine said quietly.

Kurt looked thoughtful and then went to his dresser. “I think you left a pair over here last time you spent the night.” Blaine blushed slightly at the memory of the last time he had spent the night at Kurt’s house. Those pajamas spent more time on the ground than they did on him that night.

They both changed quickly and then laid down under the covers facing each other. They both smiled softly as their feet brushed. Their hands found each other and entwined. Blaine couldn’t help but think that they really shouldn’t be so close; but then Kurt squeezed his hand slightly and that thought left his mind completely. It was so nice to be close to Kurt again—to feel his warmth lying next to him; to be able to reach up and push the stubborn lock of hair that always fell in his face.

They laid like that for a while before they both drifted off with content smiles on their faces.