Sept. 8, 2013, 7:43 a.m.
Broken Promises: Chapter 2
E - Words: 2,298 - Last Updated: Sep 08, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 9/? - Created: Jul 09, 2013 - Updated: Sep 08, 2013 171 0 0 0 0
"Rory you're meant to eat your toast, not spread it around your face," Blaine chuckled fondly, wiping jam from his sons chin.
Rory's eyebrows scowled, "Daddy, that's not fair. You always get jam on your face when you eat it."
"No I don't!"
"You do, doesn't he?" The small, brown eyes boy looked at his other farther who was busy trying to get Eva to eat her cereal.
"He's right B," Kurt grinned with a smirk, "You're a messier eater then both these two put together."
Blaine glared playfully at Kurt, taking a sip of his coffee, "I thought you're always meant to be on my side?"
"Why's that?" Kurt asked, pushing Eva's chocolate brown hair from her face so it didn't dip in her cereal.
"Because we're married. Until death do us part," Blaine chuckled, "I think that you're meant to defend me honor."
Kurt shrugged, "It's not my fault you can't eat without getting it all over your face."
"Only so you can lick it off later," Blaine smirked with a wink.
Kurt's cheeks turned red, "Blaine, geez. Really? In front of the kids."
"What? They've seen us kiss before," Blaine lent over the table and pressed a small kiss to Kurt's lips.
"We both know what you were getting at. You meant a lot more then kissing," Kurt glared.
"Daddy, Papa, what are you talking about?" Rory asked, looking between his two parents with a confused expression.
Blaine laughed, ruffling his sons black curls "Adult things Roar-Roar, you won't have to worry about that for a long time."
"But I'm a big boy now," Rory announced proudly, "I'm seven and a half."
"I know you are Roar-Roar," Blaine smiled, picking up his sons now-empty plate and walking over to the sink.
"I'm big too," Eva pouted.
"Ah, someone's finally awake enough to speak," Kurt smiled, reaching for his coffee with one hand and pushing his daughters crazy bedhead away from her breakfast once again with the other.
Eva huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, such a little diva, "I'm bigger then you Rory."
"No! You're only five, I'm seven and a half," Rory shook his head at his sister.
"But girls are gooder then boys, so I'm bigger."
"Hey!" Kurt, Rory and Blaine called.
"How come there's three boys and only one girl?" Rory asked.
"Because you only need one girl cause we're gooder. You need three boys to be as good as one girl," Eva explained.
"Sweetie, it's better. Not gooder," Kurt told her softly, "And both you and Rory are just as amazing as each other. No matter what your gender."
"But boys are yucky. Girls are beautiful," Eva screwed up her freckled nose.
"I don't know," Blaine said, walking over to his husband and wrapping his arm lightly around the taller boys waist, "I think boys can be pretty beautiful too," He smiled softly and kissed Kurt's blushing cheek.
"Sweet talker, what are you after?" Kurt giggled, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Nothing...but if you're offering, I wouldn't mind you baking some yummy banana bread," Blaine grinned.
"Ooh, banana bread's my favorite! Please Papa, will you?" Rory asked, his bright eyes and excited.
"Please Papa," Eva joined in, "I want something healthy to eat."
"Healthy?" Kurt repeated.
"Yeah, it's got banana's in it. So it's got to be healthy," The girl nodded.
Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "I love how this girl thinks."
Kurt smiled at the two pairs of warm hazel, and one pair of blue looking up at him pleadingly.
"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice does it?" He laughed.
"Yay!" Blaine cheered, "Thank-you darling."
"You're more of a kid then those too," Kurt grinned, "Now, I'm going to call Rachel and see if she can look after the kids tomorrow night."
"What's happening Daddy?" Rory asked, his eyebrows pulling in, "Why are we going with Auntie Rachel?"
"Me and Papa want to have some time alone together," Blaine explained.
"So you can lick jam off his face?" Eva asked.
Kurt choked on his coffee, "Oh my God."
Blaine blushed to the roots of his hair, "Er, come on E, sweetie, l think it's time to get you dressed."
"I can dress myself," Eva pouted.
"Go and show me then, you too Roar," Blaine ordered.
"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt hissed as the two left, "I can't believe she said that. That's your fault, you're a bad influence on our kids."
Blaine snorted, "Relax, she has no clue what we meant."
"That's not the point, what if she mentions it to Rachel? Or my Dad?" Kurt glared.
"I think they know that we've had sex before," Blaine grinned, "We are married, and we lived with Rachel for just under a year. And that time your Dad caught us in..."
"Okay, okay," Kurt cut him off, "But you're still a bad influence."
Blaine shrugged, "Probably," He replied as the phone rang, "I'll get it."
Kurt smile softly as he watched Blaine pick up the phone. Yesterday he thought his whole marriage, his while life, was over. And now he was finding it hard not to just smile so largely that it brake his face.
"Wh...? No," Blaine spoke into the phone, shaking his head.
"No, Jack please," He shook his head again, "Just today then?"
"....but I'm sick, I...I know....Yes...I know...but I just wanted to....o-okay, I understand," Blaine sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, "I guess...Okay. Yeah. Yeah. I'll be there in half an hour. Bye."
"Blaine, what...?" Kurt trailed off, watching Blaine's shoulders slump as he put the phone back.
"I have to go in," Blaine muttered, shaking his head.
Kurt's heart dropped in his chest, "Not even one day?"
Blaine shook his head.
Kurt let out an angry sound, "Whatever. I knew it, I just knew it."
"Kurt...This isn't my fault," Blaine frowned.
"Maybe not, but I didn't hear you put up much of a fight to stay home," Kurt snapped.
Blaine glared, "Oh yes because I love being stuck behind a desk for hours on end," He replied sarcastically.
"That's all you do huh?" Kurt quipped.
"Um...Yeah, what else do you expect me to do?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know. Who else works with you? Someone younger? Hotter? Less off a failure then me?" Kurt cried.
"Are you suggesting that I'm cheating on you?" Blaine's eyebrows shot up.
"How am I meant to know?"
"Kurt who the hell do you think I am?"
"You did it once before, what's stopping you from doing it again?" Kurt reminded him in a yell, tipping his now cold coffee down the sink.
"Daddy, Papa whats wrong?" Rory came running into the room with his hair still a mess.
"Nothing Rory, can you go and brush your hair please?" Blaine asked, ushering him back out of the room.
Kurt didn't turn around as he swilled out his cup and set it on the side with the plates and cups left over from breakfast, his hands balled into fists.
"But..."
"Rory please? Everything's fine, I promise. Me and Papa are just having a small disagreement," Blaine explained.
"I don't like it when you fight, you're not allowed," Rory ordered.
"Okay, we won't fight. Just leave us to talk okay?" Blaine said.
"I'll be listening," Rory warned them.
"Kurt, come on. Let's not..."
"Fuck off," Kurt interrupted under his breath as soon as he was sure his son was out of ear-shot,
"Stop. Just stop it. Kurt I love you, okay? Yes, I cheated you and I've regretted it everyday. The time that we were apart was the worst of my life. Do you really think I'd make that mistake again?" Blaine asked, keeping his voice as low as possible so their son wouldn't interrupt them again.
Kurt shook his head, "I don't know anymore," He whispered, "I'm going to go and help Eva sort out her hair."
"Kurt, please don't..."
"You're going to be late, go get ready," Kurt told him sadly, walking into the kids room without looking back.
OXOXOXO
Kurt sighed, throwing himself down on the couch as Eva and Rory fought over the TV remote, "Stop kids, please?"
"What's wrong Papa?" Eva asked, "You look sad today. Daddy did too when he left."
"Oh, we just had a little fight. That's all," Kurt told them, forcing a smile.
"Sammy's parents don't live together anymore cause they were fighting. Is that going to happen with you and Papa?" Rory asked.
"I-I don't know right now Honey," Kurt shrugged, "I hope not."
"I don't want you to live apart," Rory frowned.
"I don't either," Kurt sighed, grabbing his phone as it buzzed in his pocket.
Heeeeeey stranger, how are you?? When can I see my favorite niece and nephew?- Rachel.
Hey Rach. I was going to ask if you could look after them tomorrow night but something came up-Kurt.
What's going on?- Rachel.
Nothing, it's nothing- Kurt.
Yes there is, I know you Kurt Hummel-Anderson- Rachel.
Urgh....Rach. Blaine and I are falling apart. I don't' know what to do- Kurt
I'll be there in 10 with wine- Rachel.
"Auntie Rachel is coming over," He told Rory and Eva.
"Yay," Rory smiled.
Eva screwed up her nose, "She's so loud."
"Not as loud as you," Kurt smirked. At least he always had his two beautiful children.
OXOXOXO
"Okay, okay. Let me talk to your Papa now okay? Go and play in your room like good kids," Rachel smirked, tapping Eva on the head.
"I'm not a dog Auntie Rachel," She scowled before trouncing off after her brother.
"She's so like you," Rachel said to Kurt, who had been sat on the edge of the couch when his knees pressed against his chest since he arrived, barley speaking a word.
Kurt nodded with a forced smile.
"Okay, let's bring out the alcohol," Rachel clapped her hands together.
"No, no that's the last thing I need," Kurt shook his head.
"Well want do you need?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know Rach, I don't' know what to do," Kurt murmured quietly.
"Well what exactly happened?"
"I never see him anymore, and even went we are together we fight. He's constantly promising me crap that never actually happens and I'm...It's got to the point where I'm starting to wonder if..."
"If what?" Rachel frowned, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently.
"If we should just...separate," Kurt whimpered.
"A-Are you sure that you're not just drama queening?" Rachel bit her lip.
Kurt shook his head, fighting back tears, "I'm not happy with him anymore."
"Kurt, this is Blaine that we're talking about right?" Rachel's eyes widening in surprise.
Kurt nodded, "I know, I know. I just...I feel like crap. I feel like I'm second best. When I stop trying to follow my dreams it didn't even feel that bad because Blaine was my dream. Blaine made me feel happy and alive and it gave me the opportunity to have to beautiful children. But now I feel like a complete failure and I feel that's how Blaine see's me too. He just doesn't put any effort into us anymore, and...Well maybe it's because doesn't see me as anything important."
"Kurt, Sweetie, that's crazy. Blaine loves you, and you're dreams aren't over! You're still young. I'm sure Blaine's doing his best," Rachel tugged Kurt close as began to cry.
"I'm not good enough for him anymore," Kurt whimpered into her shoulder, "I'm just nothing."
"No. Kurt, you're everything to Blaine."
"That's how he's meant to make me feel right? He used to, everyday I felt loved...," Kurt shook his head and trailed off, "Now I feel like some kind of help he's hired for to take care of his kids and clean."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
"Last night I told him everything, he looked so heartbroken and he cried and he promise that he'd take the day off and spend it with me and the kids and that he'd take me away at the weekend and I thought that...that we were going to be okay," Kurt whispered.
"What changed your mind?"
"He had a phone-call from work this morning for him to go in, and I wasn't angry that he had to go in. I know that's not his fault but...I heard is reply and he barley even fought to stay. He just agreed. Me and the kids obviously wasn't worth it," Kurt shook his head, his emotions battling between being completely furious and devastated.
"Kurt, I just can't see Blaine feeling that way. I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason for everything. Talk to him," Rachel squeezed his shoulder.
"That's the problem Rach, I don't have time to talk to him. There's always something more important," Kurt hid his face again in Rachel's shoulder and bit back tears.
"Right. Okay, here's what you're going to do."
"Do?"
"Yes. I'm going to take care of the kids and you're going to go to Blaine's office right now and just...be with him, and then you're going to spend your lunch brake together and talk," Rachel told him firmly.
"A-Are you sure?" Kurt asked, chewing on his bottom lip.
"Yes, go. I want to spend time with my niece and nephew, you want to spend time with your husband. Everyone wins," Rachel patted his back as he stood up.
"Okay...Thank-you so much Rach. I owe you, you're amazing," Kurt called as he went to find his jacket.
"I know," Rachel shrugged, "Now go get him."
Kurt grinned, coming back with his blue jacket that he knew Blaine loved before pulling on his boots, "I will."