Blaine awoke to Kurt snoring peacefully, his head still on his chest. Blaine didn't move, and watched him sleep, not in a creepy way. Kurt murmured in his sleep, and rolled over, onto his side. "I'm up now." He spoke, rolling over to face Blaine. "You look pretty in the morning."
Blaine blushes, turning to face Kurt, "Not as pretty as you. I should leave.."
"Stay. Pleaassseeee. I looovveeee youuuuuu." Kurt laughs, "Just kidding. But you're my best friend. Stay." Blaine knew he was joking, but it still made his heart stop in his chest. Maybe not in a good way.
Blaine laughs at Kurt's innocence, it was written all over him. "Fine, I guess I'll have to. It's Labor Day though, right? If it isn't I am screwed." Blaine laughs, thinking about how mad his coworkers would be.
"Yes, it is labor day. Mhm, I'm tired. I probably smell bad too." Kurt scrunches
up his nose, and it's cute and adorable but Blaine can't feel that way about him. "We should go wake up Sophia and Harry, it's already 9 o'clock."
Kurt stretches when he gets up, and Blaine notices how the small muscles ripple in his back as he lifts his arms above his head and it's unlike anything he's seen before. Blaine gets up and follows Kurt to Sophia's room, to go wake up the children. When they enter the room, he sees that Harry and Sophia were cuddled up in the small, twin sized bed, holding onto each other.
"They're so cute. Best friends." Kurt whispers to Blaine before going to shake Sophia awake gently. "Rise and shine sleepy heads. It's time to wake uppp!" Kurt sing songs, smiling bright and happy even though he probably isn't.
"Daddy!" Harry yells, running over to Blaine. "Are you two dating yet? Pleaseeee say yes." Harry tends to say stuff he doesn't mean to say loudly, it just happens.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Are you daddy, are you?!?" Sophia asks excitedly.
Blaine shakes his head, and Kurt frowns, "No, we are not dating." And Blaine could've sworn he heard Kurt say "Yet." after to Sophia.
***
The rest of the day went surprisingly well, they went to the park, then went out for lunch. But when they came back to the house, everything came tumbling down.
"Who's your new toy? I don't even leave for a full day and you've already got a new guy? Babe, you know he won't be able to give you what I can give you." Chandler drawls, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Much to Kurt's dismay, Chandler had turned up back at their apartment-the last thing that Kurt wanted to happen.
Kurt shakes his head and opens the door, "Get out, Chandler. I don't want you here. If you don't leave, I will call the police and file a report against you." He warns, while Blaine shoes the kids off to Sophia's room.
"You think they'd believe that about me? Pleeaasse. People here love and respect me, no one would believe a worthless, good for nothing, like you." Chandler sets down the bottle, sauntering over to where Blaine was standing. "And you, what's your name?"
Blaine stood awkwardly in the corner, torn between saying something to Chandler or saving his own hide and staying quiet. But, if there was anything he had learned in the past, it was that other people were always more important than him, so sticking up for Kurt would be the best option for everyone. Everyone except himself. "Blaine. My name's Blaine."
Chandler laughed, "What a faggy name, Blaine. Hah. So, you're so poor you have to go around fucking people to get money? We all know that Kurt could never get a boyfriend, and that's why I stayed with him. I felt bad for him."
"No, I don't fuck people," Blaine winced as those words came tumbling out of his mouth. "And as a matter of fact, I'm Kurt's friend, and I don't appreciate how you treat him. You have a little girl, a beautiful little girl who just needs someone other than Kurt in her life. Why can't you understand that you need to be here for her? Why?" Blaine was fuming with anger, but he couldn't bring himself to slap or punch or kick Chandler. He could never do that to anybody. No matter how much they deserved it.
"Can we STOP? I like Blaine. Blaine likes me. We're friends, Chandler. Don't make fun of him because he doesn't have the best clothes or the best toys for his son. He can't help it that the school doesn't pay him what he deserves." Kurt steps in between Blaine and Chandler, pointing in Chandler's face.
Chandler backs off, throwing his hands in the air. "I just came to get my daughter. Don't want her to be a dyke." Chandler heads towards the hall, but Kurt stops him.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." Kurt steps in front of the doorway, blocking Chandler from entering. "And I won't tolerate such words. If she likes girls, she likes girls. If she likes boys, she likes boys. It doesn't matter. You of all people should know."
Chandler scoffs, "She's my child too, if you don't remember. I don't fucking want to see your little gay germs rubbing off on our daughter."
"Isn't that a bit stereotypical, Chandler? I mean, aren't you gay too?" Blaine speaks up, tapping on Chandler's shoulder, his hand shaking. He was terrified of Chandler and had every reason to be. But he knew what it was like and Kurt didn't deserve any of it.
"Don't touch me. I don't want poor people germs. And yes, I am gay. But not as gay as you," Chandler shouted, talking to Kurt again. "Fine, you won't let me take her now. But I will, trust me. Bye fags."
"You will not. Why the Hell do you even want her, anyway? You've never cared about her anyway!" Kurt shouted, but it was too late. Chandler was already gone. Luckily. Kurt wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He couldn't for Sophia's sake. He couldn't cry in front of Blaine. He was stronger than that. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispered after a few awkward minutes of silence.
Blaine knew Kurt wanted to cry-to be comforted. He took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around Kurt, rubbing his back soothingly. "You can cry. It's good to cry."
Kurt let his tears go, "Tha-than-thank you." Kurt stepped back after a few minutes, sitting on the couch. "Do you want to go out for dinner?" He hiccups, finally not crying anymore.
"I have to go teach tomorrow, so that'd be a no." Blaine says, going to go get Harry and Sophia from her room. Harry threw a bit of a fit, but they set up another play date for Saturday and they'd probably see each other at the park.
***
The next day when Blaine dropped Harry off at school, he went into the front office. "Excuse me, Miss Michele?" He asked politely.
"Oh, Mr.Anderson! Is something wrong with Harry?" She smiled up at Blaine, and it was obvious she had a crush on him. Her deep brown eyes told it all. Miss Michele was a 20-something female, who decided to work as a school receptionist. Her shoulder length, pin straight, brown hair cascaded down her thin tan face. To Blaine, she was pretty, but not his type at all. In any aspect, especially gender.
"No, I was just wondering if you had anyone who worked here named Chandler. It's just, i need to know." Blaine stuttered almost, but stopped himself. She grabbed a list off of the wall, and carefully read down the list of first names.
"There's a Chandler here, he teaches music for Harry's grade." She smiled, "Listen I was wondering if you'd want to go out for dinner tonight-just me and you of course, no distractions," she fluttered her eyelashes, trying to be seductive.
"Could I take Harry out of that class? I could teach him myself. And, I don't play for your team, Lea." Blaine said curtly.
Ms. Michele looked slightly taken aback and her face was expressionless "Oh. You're one of them," she observed.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow, wishing he was at home. He hated talking to people in general- especially ones who were possibly homophobic. "One of them?" he repeated, adding just as much emphasis on the word "them" that she had.
"Yeah. Them," she said for the third time. "You know, like Chandler. I always see him walking out with some guy with blonde hair. They always have their hands all over each other," she explained, the color growing in her face.
Chandler. Blonde hair. Some guy. Not Kurt. Blaine suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and had to steady himself against the reception desk. He tried to think if Kurt had ever said anything about another guy in Chandler's life, Maybe that's why he was never home. Kurt didn't deserve to be cheated on. He didn't deserve anything that Chandler was. It's none of your business, Blaine reminded himself as he was snapped back to the present.
"I think I've figured you out," Ms. Michele said, twirling her stiff brown hair around her finger. "You. You and Chandler were a thing, weren't you?"
Blaine thought she was joking, and that was by far the worst joke he had ever heard. But she wasn't laughing either. "What? I-no," Blaine stammered, the very idea making his insides squirm.
Then, she laughed. A cruel, pleased laughed. "Yeah. You and him. And now you're not. Looks like he's found himself another man. That's why you want your kid out of the class," she guessed, a satisfied look on her face.
Blaine stared at her in bewilderment. "No, not at all." She was about as far from the truth as humanly possible
"Whatever you say," her shrill laugh filled the room once again. "But, I'm afraid you can't take him out of that class for such an unimportant reason. Music class is a required course, even for Kindergarteners, so the only way that we would be able to take him out is if you had a serious problem with the teacher. A real problem, not a silly relationship problem or because he's not giving you anything in be-"
"Okaayyy, I'll just be leaving now," Blaine interjected, blushing furiously. "Thank you anyway. Have a good day," he turned for the door, his feelings of sympathy higher for Kurt than ever before and a feeling of disgust deep in his stomach.
"Wait," the receptionist screeched, standing up quickly. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. Sometimes I forget I work in an Elementary school. But, I forgot to tell you. If you're that worried, you should know that Chandler doesn't seem to be with that guy anymore."
Blaine felt a wave of relief at her words, but not for the reason she thought. "Wh-what?" he asked, making sure he heard her correctly.
"Well don't tell anyone," she lowered her voice, looking around the small office even though it was just the two of them. "But yesterday, I was walking home and I heard them fighting. They were yelling stuff that I probably shouldn't repeat, but then Chandler pushed the other guy and they both went off in different ways," she shrugged. "I'm no expert in relationships, but to me it seems like your man is free."
Blaine felt a little better. At least Kurt is the only guy in Chandler's life. Hopefully. "Oh, that's good," he exclaimed, producing a somewhat fake cheeriness. He couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed at her news of their breakup, but he couldn't figure out why.
She brushed off her black pencil skirt, trying to draw Blaine's attention to areas, no doubt. "You're welcome. But if you ever get over this phase, you know where to find me." She revealingly bent over, her white v-neck shirt showing more than Blaine ever needed to see. Blaine looked away, only staying out of courtesy as she scribbled her number on a scrap piece of paper. "It gets a little lonely all by myself in this cold city, ya know?"
Blaine knew all too well what she meant. He took the paper from her, knowing that it would end up crumpled in the waste bin in a few minutes. "See you around," he called as his feet carried him as fast as they could, hoping to never "see her around." Ever.
***
Blaine and Harry were cuddling in Blaine's bed, trying to get some sleep. It wasn't like this every night, but lately Harry has been having more night terrors and Blaine was afraid Chandler would come and find him. Chandler.. The name sounded familiar. ChandlerChandlerChandler. Maybe he taught at Harry's school? He even looked familiar.
"Goodnight Daddy." Harry cuddled closer into Blaine, resting his tiny head on Blaine's chest and sighing contently.
"Goodnight Harry." Blaine whispered back, rubbing his hand across Harry's back.
**
Kurt hated himself. He hated Chandler. But mainly himself. He hated himself for letting Chandler walk all over him. He hated himself for forgiving his boyfriend time and time again. He hated himself for putting Sophia through everything.
Harry and Blaine had left a few hours ago, and Sophia had been quiet ever since. She didn't say anything about Chandler, but Kurt knew she had heard him. He was sure everyone had heard him. Even hours later, Kurt could still hear Chandler.
We all know that Kurt could never get a boyfriend, and that's why I stayed with him. I felt bad for him. Kurt knew it was true. Maybe that was part of the reason he stayed with Chandler-nobody else would take him. He had always thought he was better than that, but for some reason, he just couldn't leave Chandler.
Not that that was a problem now. He tried to tell himself that Chandler was gone; that things were going to be better now. But even he knew how untrue that was. Unfortunately, he knew Chandler. And he knew he would be back. Apologizing, no doubt. He's always been apologizing, but it never meant anything. The same thing would always happen again.
"Dad?" Sophia's voice came from her room, but it was loud enough for Kurt to hear through the thin walls of the apartment. He walked towards her room with careful footsteps, incase Chandler was lurking about in the shadows, the dark shadows.
"Little bug? Is everything going okay?" Kurt asks, sitting in the tiny chair next to Sophia's at her desk. "Oooh, what's that?"
Kurt was asking about a cute drawing she made, four stick figures lined up next to each other in front of a big house. "It's you, me, Harry, and Blaine! Can you make a copy of it so I could give one to Blaine? Do you think he'd like it?" Kurt nodded, inspecting the drawing closer and seeing that him and Blaine were holding hands, and Harry was by Kurt's side, and she was by Blaine's side.
"He'll love it, and of course I'll make a copy for you!" Kurt smiled, pressing a kiss to Sophia's head. "Do you want a pb+j sandwich sweetie? With the crusts cut off?"
Sophia smiled bright, "Can you cut it in triangles too, like Blaine's eyebrows?" And that might have been the most adorable thing Kurt had heard in his life. His high laugh filled the room, bouncing off the walls. "I like it when you laugh, and I like making you laugh. But Daddy C never seems to make you laugh," she frowned. "But Blaine can make you laugh."
Kurt picked Sophia up, and carried her out into the kitchen. "Sit on the counter, and I'll make you a sandwich." Kurt set Sophia on top of the counter, and then went to grab ingredients from the cupboard, the bread and peanut butter, and reached into the fridge to get the grape jelly.
As he made the sandwich, Sophia would sing and Kurt would hum the background music, making the quiet room loud with noise and happiness.
***
"Good morning Sweetie," Chandler's smooth talk filled up their bedroom with noise, but not the good happy kind, the bad kind.
"What are you doing here? I don't want you here." Kurt croaked, turning onto his other side to face the wall.
"I just want to be in your life. I want Sophia to have two good parents, and not that poor excuse for a guy. I teach his kid in Music." Chandler lies down next to Kurt, the front of his body pushed against Kurt's back, "To be quite honest, the kid sucks."
Well so do you, Kurt thinks. "Blaine's a nice guy. Leave them be, I haven't even came near Sam yet-So you leave Blaine and Harry alone." He feels protective, but that's all that's going through his mind. Protect, protect, protect.
Chandler sighs happily, reaching his hand underneath the blankets, "Give me one good reason to leave them alone, come on. Make me forget my name like you used to. Make me want your gay face again." He harshly grabs Kurt's cock that was covered by his pajama pants, and the friction was unwanted.
Kurt rolls them over so he's on top, I'll just pretend it's Blaine. "No mercy?" He rips off Chandler's jeans, along with his boxers.
"Oh God no mercy." Chandler begs, closing his eyes as Kurt sinks his mouth down on his cock, head bobbing. "More, more."
Kurt grabs the lube from the bedside drawer, and forces one finger into Chandler, pistoning it in and out before adding another, making this as quick as humanly possible. "I'm ready, I'm ready. Oh god yes Kuurrtttt."
That's the first time he's said my name like that since he cheated on me. "One minute.." He slowly pulled the condom on-he's worn them since Chandler started cheating, then lubed up his cock, forcing it inside Chandler until he was fully seated. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned at how Chandler's face was all scrunched.
"I love you. And I mean it let's get married. Please. I'll quit my job, and I'll stay home with you and Sophia." Chandler rested his hands on Kurt's waist, and Kurt could tell that Chandler was telling the truth. Chandler was never one to lie about his feelings.
"I..I love you too; you don't know how long I've wanted to be with you. I've wanted to be with you since forever. Married. Let's get married." Kurt's eyes are filled with joy and he presses a kiss to Chandler's lips, it's deep and passionate, and then he starts to thrust. Slowly, but sure. "You promise to never see Sam again though, right?"
"Never again. Only you and Sophia, only." Chandler opens his eyes and sets them onto Kurt's beautiful blue-gray-green eyes. He moaned as Kurt hit that spot in him, over and over.
***
"Why's Daddy C here?" Sophia whispers loudly to Kurt, who was trying to teach her how to write the alphabet.
Kurt smiled, "Because he loves us. And we're supposed to love him, little bug." Kurt goes back to showing her how to write her "m's", the letter she has the most trouble with. Chandler walked into the room at lunch time, carrying out a plate with a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich with carrots for Sophia. Kurt mouthed an 'I love you' to Chandler.
"For you, my darling." Chandler did a ridiculous bow after he set the plate down, "Enjoy." He sat next to Kurt, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I love you too."
Sophia smiled, because now Daddy C could make her Daddy smile too, and it was like a family. "I love you Daddy C." That's the first time those words have came out of her mouth in a while, and it didn't feel right.
"I looovveeee you more!" Chandler sounded happy, but he was the only one who sounded cheerful.