Sept. 27, 2012, 4:05 p.m.
Letters To Heaven: Chapter 8
M - Words: 909 - Last Updated: Sep 27, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 13/? - Created: Jun 02, 2012 - Updated: Sep 27, 2012 222 0 0 0 0
"I know I haven't been writing-"
"and I don't know if you'll get this-"
"but Blaine's back with us and I'm afraid he'll leave again."
"but I'm out here on my own again."
"Blaine is so much like you, mommy, and I don't want to loose him."
"Kurt is all I have left, Coop, and I can't loose him."
"But if he leaves I want to make sure he has the best."
"And if I am to leave, I want someone to watch after him."
"So please, I know you're busy,"
"I'm sure you are busy Coop, but,"
"Watch after him."
Blaine climbed down the stairs and searched for Burt. He heard the TV buzz not far from him and followed the noise.
"Mr. Hummel?"
"Oh-" Burt startled, "Morning Blaine. You sleep okay?" Blaine nodded. "Um... what can I do for you, bud?" Blaine thought for a moment, considering what to say.
"How long am I staying?" He finally asked.
"I... I don't know." Blaine nodded quietly and turned. "But-" Burt stopped him. "There was a man that called asking for an interview to adopt you before you left with the Cusacks." Blaine turned around. "His wife died when giving birth and sadly, so did the child." Blaine faced him now, curiosity painting his face. "I picked the Cusacks over him thinking it'd be nice to have both a father and mother in your life but... this man, he actually seems like a good fit for you."
Burt reached into a cupboard and pulled out a picture and application from the man. Blaine thought he had kind eyes and looked like a man who aged to fast. "Would you like to call him?" Blaine thought for a moment and then reluctantly took the phone from Burt.
"Hello, Mr. Hughes office. How can I help you?" A nice lady answered.
"I'm looking to speak with Mr. Hughes if that's okay."
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Um... the Hummel residence." He said reluctantly. Burt turned and left the room to give him privacy.
"Wait one moment, please." The pause seemed to Blaine like hours as he waited anxiously for the voice on the other line to answer,
"Hello?"
"Hi." His voice croaked. "Are you... Mr. Hughes?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"My name is... um... Blaine."
"Blaine... Anderson?" The man's business-like demeanor seemed to drop.
"Yes, sir." Blaine answered quietly. "I was wondering if you are maybe still interested in... in me, sir?"
"I'm sorry, but- weren't you already adopted out?"
"Yes." Blaine said plainly. "But they decided they didn't want a gay son, sir." Blaine knew then and there the potential adopter on the other line would change his mind. But whoever was adopting him would have to accept who he was.
There was a long pause from the other end.
"What time would you like to meet?" Mr. Hughes finally answered. Blaine began to smile, and then to laugh.
"I was thinking we could meet Saturday afternoon, sir! We could have you over for lunch." Blaine said cheerily.
"That sounds great." Mr. Hughes replied, a smile in his voice. "I'll see you then, Mr. Anderson." And the line clicked. Blaine was still smiling, even though a horrible pain ached in his chest. He bustled to the application, scanning over wherever this man lives. He felt relief flush through him when he saw the man lived in Ohio- just an hour drive from Lima.
"Kurt!" Blaine ran upstairs and sprang onto the bed. "Wake up!"
"Whaaat?" Kurt hissed, rubbing his eyes. Blaine chuckled.
"Guess who wants to adopt me and only lives an hour away!" Blaine sprang on the bed, smile etched on his face. Kurt looked up with sleepy eyes.
"What?" He asked, hint of sorrow in his voice.
"Mr. Hughes is going to come have lunch with us and if I get adopted I will only be an hour away!"
"But... you're leaving?" Kurt said, hanging his head. A tear fell from his cheek.
"Kurt... you know I can't stay. And I couldn't do that to your dad either." Blaine lifted Kurt's chin to look him in the eyes. "But I love you and I'm not going unless you promise you'll be there with me."
"What'dya mean?"
"I mean..." Blaine climbed next to him and wrapped his arms around him. "I won't go anywhere if it means I can't see you anymore." Kurt looked up at him through watery eyes.
"Yah?"
"Yah." Blaine kissed the top of his head.
Mr. Hughes was perfect. He was everything Blaine wanted. He even ran a school so Blaine knew that he must be a good daddy. Mr. Hughes had black hair and deep brown eyes. He wore a crisp black suit with a blue shirt and brown tie.
"You know, Mr. Hughes," Kurt was saying, "A gold tie would look much better. You look lie a bowtie could work too. Not to mention the gold would really highlight the light in your eyes, and walking around with Blaine, it would do wonders for his eyes too." Kurt circled him as if checking in approval.
Kurt was full of waterworks when Blaine lugged his last suitcase out the door.
"I'll miss you, Kurt."
"Blaine?"
"What is it?"
"I- I don't think I should come to visit."
"What? Why? You don't... you don't like Mr. Hughes?"
"That's not it... I-" Kurt pulled away from Blaine's hand, and looked at the floor. "You deserve everything. And everything is not me. And I don't want to hold you back."
"Wha... What? Kurt I said I wasn't leaving unless-" Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's, tears pouring down his face.
"Goodbye, Blaine."
"No... Kurt..." Kurt closed the door and Blaine was outside, car rumbling behind him.
"C'mon, Blaine." Mr. Hughes called.
"You are everything."