Sept. 8, 2013, 7:43 a.m.
Broken Promises: Chapter 9
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Promises {Part 9}
"Okay...Okay, let me just...Oh Rory your shirt is inside out," Kurt noticed with a sigh as he and his children made their way down the stairs.
"Daddy?"
"One second Eva."
"But Daddy-"
"Honey, please just let me sort out your brother," Kurt replied in a firm tone as they reached the bottom of the apartment steps, he took his son by the hand and pulled him to the side, tugging his jacket off.
"Daddy! It's cold," Rory complained as Kurt pulled off the young boys batman shirt, quickly putting it back on the right way and passing the boy his jacket, "Stay close," he reminded both the children as he grabbed their hands and they walked out onto the bustling streets, "Now," He said letting out a breath, the morning was back on track even if the school run was a bit behind on time, "What's wrong E?"
"I lefted by backpack in my room," She told him.
Kurt glanced back to see that, yes, there was no punk puppy rucksack complete with ears and nose on his daughters back.
He sighed, unable to stop himself rolling his eyes and muttering, "Typical", under his breath.
The three of them turned around, tightly holding hands, "Come on kids, I guess Miss Willow will have to wait a little longer."
From Blaine: Hey, I miss you xxx
From Kurt: Hey sweetie, I miss you too. How's work? xxx
From Blaine: The same as always :-/ What ya doin'?
From Kurt: Job hunting
From Blaine: Wow, already? Any luck?
From Kurt: Nope, nothing what so ever
From Blaine: Aw, I'm sorry. You'll find something, anyone would be lucky to have you working for them. Did the kids get to school okay?
From Kurt: Fine, Rory looked a bit pale though actually, I think he might be coming down with a cold :-/
From Blaine: Oh God, should I stock up on soup on the way home? And buy face masks, I can't afford to be suck right now.
From Kurt: Soup might be a good idea actually, but only the one with the green label or he won't eat it
From Blaine: He gets his fussy eating habits from you you know Mr ;-) I'll pick some up just in case, my lunch break is over, see you later beautiful xxx
From Kurt: Have a good day, love you xxx
Kurt sighed and put his phone down next to him on the couch, typing his address into Google maps and looking at cafés and bars that weren't too far away. He'd called up three places so far and all of them had turned him away, one had even just hung up as soon as he asked if there were any placements available. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, honestly Kurt was more worried about what was best for his and Blaine's marriage than income at the moment. He didn't like having to ask his friends for money anymore than Blaine did, but he knew they'd never been in too much trouble with such close friends and family that they spoke too so often. He'd rather ask Rachel for a loan than have his relationship fall apart under the stress. Things we're better than before, but Kurt knew how easily it could all slip away.
He jumped a little when his phone started ringing and Rachel's bright grin lit up on the screen. He hesitated. She'd be in which at this time, which meant that something important must have happened for her to be calling him. Eventually he decided him having to put up with her babbling about her Broadway auditions was juts something that came along with the Rachel Berry friendship package.
"Hey."
"Hello, this is Rachel Berry," She replied, she always send that.
"I know Rach," Kurt always replied with that too, "What's up?"
"Are you still looking for a job?" Rachel's tone immediately changed from her serious professional and back to her usual.
"Er...," Kurt paused, chewing his lip, "I'm considering it."
"Well consider this, 'Spotlight Diner' is hiring," Rachel informed him proudly.
"Really? They never have openings," Kurt mused, remembering Santana had to show Gunther her left side boob for Rachel to get a place.
"Sam Callager split soup over a customers head after slipping on a woman's split diet coke, he got fired on the spot, Rachel was obviously trying to suppress laughter from recalling the event. Sam was a big headed momma's boy who Rachel had been complaining about since she got a hob there, and from what Kurt had heard of the boy he didn't feel sorry for him at all.
"Oh," Kurt replied, drumming his fingers against the coffee table nervously, "It was about time he got what he deserved."
There was a moment of silence.
"Come on!" Rachel exclaimed, making Kurt jump, his fingers moving to grip the edge of the coffee table instead, "You know how quickly this job will be filled? It's perfect for you. You can get used to performing again, and important Broadway producer are always waiting here and having meeting's, they're bound to five you an audition when they see how talented you are. And you'll be certain to get it if I write a killer recommendation."
Kurt sighed, "I know..."
"You can't not take an opportunity like this. It's fate, the Broadway God's have spoken," Rachel told him, "You were meant to take this job."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Rachel stop talking bullshit. Fate and destiny? What kind of fool do you take me for?"
"I never said destiny," Rachel pointed out.
Kurt rolled his eyes again.
"So? What should I tell Gunther?"
Blaine must have fallen asleep on his keyboard because the last time he looked at at the seemingly unmoving clock it had been two O'clock. The next thing he knew he's sitting up with a jolt at the phone ringing angrily beside him. He glanced at the clock, seeing that time at jumped to three-thirty and blinked his eyes. He dragged his hand over his tired features before picking up the offending item.
"Hello? Mr Hummel-Anderson?"
"Yes?"
"This is Miss Willow, I don't know if you remember me...?"
"From Parent-teacher interview?"
"Yes, that's right," Her voice was calm. Too calm. Blaine felt his stomach twist nervously.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a rush, "Is Rory okay?"
"Don't be alarmed, he just..."
"Oh God," Blaine's hand dragged through his hair, curls springing out left, right and center.
Miss Willow replied quickly, "He complained about feeling ill earlier and passed out in..."
"Is he hurt?" Blaine jumped to his feet.
"He's fine," She reassured him, "He woke up a less than a minute later, we just need you are your husband to pick him up."
"You couldn't get hold of Kurt?" Blaine frowned, grabbing his coat and holding the phone between his shoulder and ear and he put his other arm through the sleeve.
"No, the phone was engaged. Are you able to pick Rory up?" Miss Willow asked.
"Yes, yes I'll be right there," Blaine confirmed, grabbing his bag.
"Okay, we'll see you soon."
Blaine ran into Joe's office which was right next to his.
"Hey, Joe can you cover for me?"
Joe looked up from his computer screen raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I do that?"
"Please? My son passed out at school and I need to pick him up. You know I'd do the same if it was your daughter," Blaine begged, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oh, of course. I hope he's okay," Joe wished.
"Thanks. I owe you one."
Kurt forced himself to calm down, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "Oh God, Rachel."
"I know," Rachel let out one final giggle and sighed, "I have to go, Gunther's glaring at me. Let me know what you decide."
"Okay, talk to you later. Bye Rach."
"Bye."
Kurt sighed and put down the phone, falling back against the couch and closing his eyes as he yawned. He looked down at his watch and then around the apartment, groaning as he forced himself to his feet and started making his home look a little more presentable before he would have to worry about working out what to feed the kids when they got home.
The door opened just as Kurt had battled the vacuum out of the tiny cupboard and he looked up in alarm, not expecting anyone home for hours.
"Blaine? What's going...Rory? Why aren't you at school?" Kurt frowned as his husband and son walked through the door hand in hand, Blaine having Rory's dinosaur backpack slung over one shoulder.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," Was all Blaine said, still holding onto Rory's hand tightly.
Kurt watched them walk past with his eyebrows pulled in, his grip on the vacuum so tight that the handle dug painfully into his hand. Eventually he decided he might as well follow them, and saw Blaine sat on the edge of Rory's bed stroking his hair softly where he was tightly tucked in and comfy.
"Just get some sleep okay Roar-Roar?" Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead, "I love you."
"Love you too," Rory replied.
Blaine stood up and walked towards the door, taking Kurt's offered hand and the couple moved to sit on the either side of the couch with their legs entwined in the middle.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked nervously, fiddling with the edge of his shirt.
Blaine reached forward and squeezed his husbands knee gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you just now. I just wanted to get Rory safe."
Kurt shook his head, "Don't apologize, just....what happened? Blaine, I..."
"He passed out," Blaine said quietly, "For less then a minute, he should be fine. The nurse said he was just overly hot and he has a cold."
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, "I knew it. I said he looked sick why didn't I just let him stay home?"
"Hey, shh," Blaine untangled his legs from Kurt's and moved forward, Kurt parted his legs so Blaine was able to settle between them and they were face to face, "Don't be silly. He's fine."
Kurt pressed his forehead to Blaine's, "I know. I just-"
"I know," Blaine replied in understanding, cupping Kurt's cheek and smiling fondly.
Kurt chewed his lip, "I got a job possibility. Rachel said she could get me a place at 'Spotlight diner'," he told his husband quietly.
Blaine pulled back a little and grinned, "That's great! The pay's pretty good there too, oh I'm so proud of you honey," he lunched forward and pressed his lips to Kurt's in an excited kiss, "I knew you'd...you'd....why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"
"Should I take it?" Kurt asked.
"What? Of course. This is amazing," Blaine laughed, confused. "Why wouldn't you?"
"What if I was at work right now? What if you couldn't have picked him up?" Kurt asked, "Plus...I think...I mean...what about us?"
Blaine frowned slightly, "Us?"
"I just..."
"I thought we'd figured things out? Are you not happy? Am I doing something wrong?" Blaine asked.
"No. No we're fine, I'm happy," Kurt reassured him, "...for now."
Blaine withdrew a little more, "What does that mean?"
"Honey, stop it," Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and pulled him closer, "I love you, and I always will. But I just don't want more stress, I'm scared things will go back to the way they were before."
"I won't that happen," Blaine snapped, "You really think I want that again?"
"Blaine," Kurt said firmly, "Calm down."
Blaine blinked a few times and sighed, slumping against Kurt's chest, "Sorry. God I hate myself when I do that."
Kurt held him close, "Don't say that. I know you don't mean it."
"I just..."
"Put your walls up when you're scared," Kurt finished for him, "I think I know you by know husband."
Blaine smiled a little, but it soon faded, "I try not too."
Kurt sighed, "I wish you wouldn't shut me out. It's okay to need a little comfort every now and then. You don't need to be so brave all the time."
Blaine shook his head, "God, I love you."
"I love you too," Kurt replied softly.
Blaine snuggled close to Kurt's chest as they were quiet for a minute.
"Do you want to take the job?"
"Yes, but...the kids. After today I don't know if I'd be able to concentrate on much else."
"The kids will be fine. I promise."
Kurt sighed lightly, "I don't know what to do."