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Seems Like Forever Ago: At What Cost


E - Words: 2,398 - Last Updated: Jan 26, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 16/16 - Created: Oct 31, 2011 - Updated: Jan 26, 2012
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Mikey woke to the sound of a really annoying bird chirping outside the window. Mikey sighed because the pillows he was laying on smelled like the Wood Nymph, but he still didn’t really know where he was, so he decided to crawl to the edge of the bed to find his Daddy.

He found his Daddy sleeping on the floor, and Mikey wasn’t really sure why; but his arms were wrapped around the magical Wood Nymph, and he looked so happy. He had never seen his Daddy look so happy before, not even with Papa. Mikey leaned on his hands, kicking his feet in the air, waiting for them to wake up.

Once his Daddy and the Wood Nymph began to stir, Mikey watched as they rubbed their eyes and made eye-contact with Mikey, expressions immediately warming.

“Hey there buddy,” Blaine croaked, trying to flatten his dark curls. “Did you sleep okay?”

Mikey sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but I’m hungry now. Where are we? Is the Wood Nymph going to be my new Papa?”

Kurt raised a questioning brow, smiling slightly, remembering why he was here in Blaine’s arms. He had never in his life felt more content. “Wood Nymph?”

“I’ll explain later,” Blaine laughed. “Let’s go get breakfast.”

Kurt stretched, and Blaine couldn’t help but stare. He was so afraid that if he blinked, Kurt would be gone, and this was all just an amazing dream. Last night was too good to be true. They did in fact keep it relatively PG-13 since his son was in the room, but their reunion was stimulating and beautiful all the same.

Like two forces of nature drawn to each other, Blaine kept his hand clasped with Kurt’s and their bodies moved together in synchronization. Blaine wasn’t sure that leaving Kurt’s side would be physically possible for him anymore.

Kurt’s face lit up as he grinned at Mikey. “Want to walk down the stairs with us little man? There are a lot of them, so watch your step!”

“Okay!” Mikey rolled off the bed, and put his hand in Kurt’s. The sight made Blaine’s heart feel warm and like it was going to burst at the seams. He really could get used to this.

While Kurt made breakfast, whistling cheerfully, Blaine colored with Mikey on a piece of paper that Carol provided.

“Look Daddy! It’s me, you and the Wood Nymph! I wasn’t sure if I should draw Papa, since he isn’t here today. Where is he?”

Kurt tensed a little, still whipping up a batch of pancakes, because he was relatively certain who ‘Papa’ was, and Blaine still hasn’t explained the entire situation. He tried to force his bubble of worry down and away for the time being, because Kurt really wanted to just have a nice day with the love of his life.

“Papa needed to go away for a while Mikey,” Blaine’s voice quivered in response, but still remained undetected by the child. “But don’t worry, he loves you very much and has you on his mind.”

Mikey shrugged, satisfied by his father’s answer and continued his coloring of the stick figures.

Kurt placed the pancakes and syrup on the table in no time, and Carol joined them after her morning cup of coffee and daily news.

“Morning boys, sleep well?” She giggled lightly. Kurt blushed, because he suspected she might have heard them last night.

“We sure did, thank you Mrs. Hudson-Hummel,” Blaine said politely, covering his mouth as he spoke because his mouth was full of food.

“Oh, dear, you can call me Carol,” she smiled warmly at Blaine. This made Kurt unendingly happy that she approved of Blaine’s presence here, even after all the drama that went on yesterday.

Blaine’s eyes looked a little glassy, and he squeezed her hand to show how much he appreciated everything.

“So,” Kurt interjected after the long, sentimental moment had passed. “Who’s all coming down for the holidays?”

“Oh,” Carol clasped her hands together excitedly, looking absolutely delighted. Kurt hoped her food wasn’t going to get cold before she got the chance to eat it. “Everyone! Uncle George, Aunt Rebecca, Marie-Ann and Brian of course...”

Kurt and Blaine smiled softly at each other while Carol went on about special salted bread (a family recipe!), how shopping on Black Friday had been hell, and how Kurt and his cousins needed to take pictures for the Christmas cards once they arrived so she could send them out soon.

Kurt admired Carol’s courage. Even though she was widowed, twice, she still managed to have an upbeat outlook on life. Things never seemed to get her down, and Kurt envied that about her. It was possible her life was more tolerable because she had Finn around the house since he took over the tire shop, but Kurt still worried from time to time if she got lonely.

Mikey listened to her, enthralled, because he had never before experienced a holiday that sounded so busy and exciting! It was probably because Sebastian wasn’t very good at making friends, and he managed to bring Blaine down under with him to the anti-social parade.

“So many people will be so happy to see you,” Carol cooed, leaning into Mikey and poking him on the nose. He giggled, delighted at the prospect of being loved by everyone.

She turned to Kurt and Blaine. “Hey, you guys should take him to the park today, I think he’d like that.”

“Oh that sounds like so much fun!” Mikey exclaimed, flailing his little arms.

“Sounds like a plan, buddy,” Blaine smiled stroking his hair lovingly.

They finished eating soon enough, and Carol offered to do the dishes (with much protest from Kurt), but she insisted that they should go since it was almost noon, and that was the best time of day to go to the park.

They decided to take the short walk there, Kurt and Blaine holding hands and watching with adoration while Mikey ran ahead of them, chasing a bug.

“I’m really happy to be here with you,” Kurt admitted after a while, barely able to contain the joy he was feeling right now. Despite all that had happened, he felt like they were falling into step with their old lives with ease.

Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand. “Me too,” Blaine said quietly. “I want my life to always be like this.”

Kurt smiled warmly. “It can be, once all this Sebastian stuff is over.”

Blaine frowned, not enjoying the direction that the conversation was going.

“Blaine,” Kurt warned. “This isn’t just going to blow over. You’re going to have to fight for full custody, and that’s a battle that takes a lot of work. You can’t just run from it.”

“I know,” Blaine mumbled bitterly. “Can we talk about this later though? I want to enjoy our perfect day.”

“Okay,” Kurt agreed in a soft voice.

They made it to the park, and there were dogs, children and nannies galore. Mikey stumbled to the sandbox to play with a little girl with cute pigtails, and Kurt and Blaine sat on a bench to watch.

Blaine still seemed stiff and uncomfortable since Sebastian was brought up, and it worried Kurt. His curiously and anxiety was gnawing at his insides, pushing him to say something further so Blaine could talk about, and they both would ultimately feel better.

“I know you don’t want to talk about this,” Kurt began in a hushed voice. “But you’re going to have to tell me what Sebastian did to you. This is a good time.”

Blaine sighed, his eyes looking glassy. Kurt just wanted to make it all go away. He hated seeing Blaine so sad and defeated. Blaine took a deep breath, grounding himself, despite the revulsion creeping up in esophagus.

“Kurt,” he said barely above a whisper. “He used me. Sexually. Like he forced me to have sex with him, and he’d hit me if I refused.”

WHAT,” Kurt spat, horrified at the prospect of Blaine being in such a situation.“I’m going to fucking kill him, he doesn’t deserve to be alive!” Kurt roared, fire licking through his body. He clenched his fists, wishing Sebastian was there to be punished. However, Blaine hushed him, desperate not to get unwanted attention.

“I had to get Mikey out of there,” Blaine continued, his voice shaky. “I know that Sebastian loves him, but my child can’t be around that. It’s dangerous. And what if one day Mikey made Sebastian really mad and he.. and he-”

Blaine started to cry softly, and Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around him.

“That’s never going to happen, Sebastian’s going to get what he deserves, I promise you that, Blaine,” Kurt vowed with vindication.

“Thank you, Kurt,” Blaine's voice cracked. “You are the only thing that’s getting me through this.”

“I’ll always be here,” Kurt promised, starting to choke up a little. “I love you so much, Blaine. More than I’ve ever loved anybody. I’ll do anything for you.”

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his beautiful hazel eyes shining from recently shed tears. “I love you too, Kurt.”

They held each other on the bench for a while, until Blaine calmed down and relaxed into Kurt’s touch. Mikey was having a blast with the other children, glancing over his shoulder once in a while to make sure that Kurt and Blaine were watching him. Kurt would smile and wave, but he also couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought of Blaine being violated by that fucking asshole. Kurt wished he could do something, but he knew violence wouldn’t fix anything.

After a couple of hours, Mikey was spent, and Blaine carried him home and Kurt whistled softly, just for the hell of it.

“So why does your son call me ‘Wood Nymph’?,” Kurt asked to lighten the mood that was still darkened by their previous conversation.

Blaine chuckled. “I told him about you, but in story format.”

“Oh,” Kurt smiled. He kind of enjoyed the idea of having a special little nickname that nobody else would give him. “That’s cute.”

“Yeah,” Mikey interjected delightedly. “He told me how beautiful you were and how much he missed you!”

Kurt kissed him on the cheek. “Well I’m here now.” Blaine’s heart filled with love at Kurt’s words, so thankful that he was forgiven so easily by someone who is as damaged as Kurt. Blaine was deeply touched and moved by Kurt’s courage.

As they strolled up to the house, there was a dark SUV with tinted windows parked outside next to the curb that neither Kurt or Blaine recognized. It was too soon for Kurt’s family to arrive, and Carol probably would have mentioned if they were having company.

Kurt opened the door and walked through the threshold to be greeted by Carol’s voice, which sounded extremely on edge. “Kurt? Is that you?”

“Yeah, what’s going on? Who’s car is outside?” Kurt questioned, walking into the living room, and was greeted by the sight of Carol sitting straight as a board in her chair, facing 3 figures on the couch. One was a man dressed in a nice suit and held a briefcase, and the other was a prissy looking woman with glasses on the edge of her pointed nose. Between them was Sebastian.

“What the hell is he doing here,” Kurt snarled, charging forward, but Carol held him back. “Why did you even let him in?”

“Kurt Hummel, we meet again,” Sebastian said slyly. “This is my lawyer,” he gestured to the man. “And a representative from social services.” The woman stood up, walking toward Blaine, who was frozen in fear.

“Papa!” Mikey exclaimed, wriggling in Blaine’s arms to go to him, but Blaine held on tight.

“What’s going on here,” Kurt demanded. He glared at Carol, and she looked back at him, frightened. Her eyes were wide, panicked, and Kurt knew something was very, very wrong.

“Mr. Anderson, I’m going to ask to hand over the child,” the social service woman said sternly.

“Why?” Blaine asked. His voice was quiet and broken, clinging tighter to his son. The woman looked like her patience was running thin.

The lawyer cleared his throat. “My client, Mr. Smythe is filing charges against you, Mr. Anderson. He wants full custody of Michael Ryan Anderson-Smythe.”

“He can’t do that!” Blaine protested, tears welling up in his eyes. His whole body was shaking. “I took Mikey away from Sebastian to keep him safe!”

“Well according to my client, you left town with Michael without telling anybody. Thank goodness Mr. Smythe here had an idea of where you were heading. As you know, that was a major violation of your custody agreement.”

“Sebastian’s an ABUSER,” Kurt screamed, the reality of what was happening dawning on him. “THERE SHOULD BE A RESTRAINING ORDER TO KEEP THIS PIECE OF SHIT AWAY FROM BLAINE AND HIS SON!”

“Mr. Hummel, we ask you to remain calm. Your stepmother was kind enough to show us hospitality, and we ask you to do the same,” the lawyer said in a monotone voice.

The woman managed to take Mikey out of Blaine’s arms, and handed him to Sebastian. Blaine grabbed his own head, starting to panic. “No, no this can’t be happening..,”

Sebastian hugged his son, and stood up, looking down at Blaine with with disgust. “You should have known your actions have consequences, Blaine. You really fucked this up.”

“Please, don’t do this,” Blaine begged, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The woman and Sebastian walked out of the front door and out to the lawn. “You have a court date on 8th of next month, Mr. Anderson. If you have any chance of salvaging this situation and seeing your son again, I suggest you build and good case and find yourself a decent defense attorney.”

The lawyer smirked, like he doubted that would happen, and he strode out too, not even bothering with closing the door.

Carol squeezed Kurt’s arm. “Kurt. Blaine, I’m so sorry, they just came in. There was nothing I could do-”

“NO!” Blaine yelled, his voice filled with agony, as he ran outside chasing the 3 retreating figures. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, HE’S MY BABY! YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM AWAY!”

Sebastian gave Blaine one last, pitying glance before and getting into the SUV with Mikey and drove off.

Blaine collapsed onto the lawn, a hopeless mess, sobbing his eyes out. He groveled and pleaded for them to come back, but they were long gone. Kurt went to him, holding him fiercely.

“This is so unfair,” Kurt said through gritted teeth, tears burning his eyes. “We’ll make this right, Blaine. I swear to you.”

Blaine just heaved with sorrow, mumbling incoherencies, and Kurt was truly frighted of how they were going to get out of this one.

End Notes: ;-; so heartbreaking. Poor, Blaine. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I promise I'll make things better! Feedback is always appreciated!

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Do you know how hard it is to not cry in the middle of class. I'm tearing up... I just want Blaine to have Mikey and be happy with Kurt! Is that to much to ask?!? I'm sad now....

Oh no don't be sad!! :( I promise I'll make it better!

Yeah.. the justice system is really fucked up and unfair sometimes =/

let's see here...the lesser of two evils: marital rape or custodial kidnapping. i think i'll go with kidnapping. blaine was just doing whatever he could do to protect his son. i just hate custody battles...

SHgjshg;oWGH MORE. NOW.

asljdhgsidgjhsdlfgsjd I'm already writing the next chapter! :D