The Further Adventures of Blaine Thomas

Kurt was looking at the box marked personal with a raised eyebrow. The handwriting was a bit younger looking and the box older than the ones that everything they had brought from Ohio were in. Blaine’s other things were in newer boxes with much neater and more mature handwriting. This was evidently something from Blaine’s past that had not been shared yet. It definitely needed investigating.

Taking the box into the bed room and away from where Blaine was working, Kurt set the box down on the bed and sat down next to it. The tape had browned with age and was easy to peel up allowing him easy access. Inside the box, filling the majority of it, was a very old yellow fabric bear with a red shirt, looking slightly tattered with age. It was clearly a much loved bear, well cared for, with signs of careful mending that were obvious to his fashion trained eye. The thing that was most interesting was that this bear was also familiar in a way, but not in an overly commercial manner. This bear was obviously a Pooh Bear but it did not look like any Pooh Bear that had been released since the Disney movies. This was an older bear, possibly as old as the books even.

Very gently Kurt lifted the Bear out and set it on the bed. He could see marks where the legs had been reattached at least a few times and the belly sewed up as well. The work was very well done, with delicate stitches that were difficult to spot. Underneath the bear there were a set of books that were very familiar as well, the early Pooh books. In fact it looked like it was the full Milne collection. Kurt took one of them out and lifted the cover. The book was a first edition of Winnie the Pooh and it was signed. What was even more shocking than that was what it said, “To my darling boy, Christopher Robin, from Your Father”.

Kurt almost dropped the book in shock. He was holding a book A. A. Milne had signed and had given to his son. Christopher Robin had held this book. Christopher Robin had read this book. It made him a little light headed. Why hadn’t Blaine ever told him about this treasure? It was incredible. This book was such an amazing literary find. How had he gotten it?

Lifting out the other books, he set them aside as well, noting they also appeared to be first editions signed to Christopher Robin. Kurt’s heart was beating a mile a minute. He had to wipe his hands on the sheets before reaching for the leather bound journal that had been placed there among all these treasures, afraid to get his sweaty paws on something that might have been touched by someone so famous. Rachael would die when she found out about this. She would literally die.

The journal was newer than the books, which was somewhat strange. It didn’t seem to fit in with the objects but it clearly had been placed in here for a reason. Kurt wondered why it was in here. He opened the journal and saw the title page, written in a somewhat shaky hand, “The Further Adventures of Winnie the Pooh”.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. Who could have written this? Who would be crazy enough to claim to write something like this? Kurt turned the page to read on. This really begged to be discovered. Maybe Blaine had written fanfiction as a child?

Winnie the Pooh was having a terrible time remembering what it was he was supposed to do that day. He had already had eaten his honey for breakfast and done his exercises but he could not remember what he was supposed to do that afternoon. It bothered him terribly and being a bear of little brain he figured that he should go find some assistance.

Piglet could not help him. Pooh good friend was out visiting Kanga that morning, helping her organize her spices, as he was very good at organizing. Winnie the Pooh was certain that was not it. He was sure the Piglet could tell him what it was he was supposed to do but Piglet was not there to help him.

Perhaps he was going to go play a game of Pooh sticks with Rabbit and Eeyore down at the river? That did sound like a lot of fun but poor Pooh Bear, he could not remember what it was he was supposed to do. If only he was as wise as Owl, then he could remember what it was that he was supposed to do after lunch.

Maybe if he went to the big tree and spoke to Blaine…

Kurt gasped and dropped the journal on the mattress. There was no way it had said what he had thought it had said. It was just not a possibility. He picked up the journal and looked inside, just to double check you know, making sure he was not in fact hallucinating.

Maybe if he went to the big tree and spoke to Blaine Thomas then he was sure to remember what he was supposed to do today. Blaine Thomas was always so smart, just like Christopher Robin.

No, it had said what he had thought it had said. Closing the journal slowly to control his slight shaking, Kurt stood, took a deep breath and headed back to the main room of the apartment looking for his man. This needed explaining and it could not wait for later. He needed answers now!

Spotting Blaine in the kitchen putting away plates Kurt smiled and then called out, “Excuse me… Mister Anderson… might I have a word?”

Blaine turned, one arm overhead holding a serving plate, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

Kurt crooked a finger at him, beckoning him over, giving nothing away.

Blaine’s confusion only deepened. He finished putting the serving plate away and turned his full attention to his boyfriend.

“You have some explaining to do mister. There are parts of your… history that you have failed to tell me about?” said Kurt accusingly.

“Uhm… er… uh… what?” stammered Blaine, at a loss.

Kurt led the way back to the bedroom and then gestured grandly to the things laid out on the bed. Blaine’s eyes took everything in and opened widely, slightly in shock. He opened his mouth once, twice and then said, “Er… I can explain, Kurt.”

Raising an eyebrow, Kurt just looked at him demanding an answer and sat primly at the edge of the bed.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably and then looked over towards the Pooh Bear. That gave Blaine a faint smile that Kurt had thought had only belonged to him. He would have gotten jealous but honestly, being jealous of Pooh Bear was like the dumbest thing ever, especially as it seemed to be the real deal. Who could be jealous of such a cute bear? Blaine looked back at Kurt and said, “My grandfather is Christopher Robin Milne.”

Kurt was so glad he was not drinking anything at that moment. If he had, it would have been sprayed everywhere and allover Blaine. As it was he gaped at his boyfriend and goggled, mouth quite wide. With a slight squeak that embarrassed him, Kurt asked, “Really?”

Blaine’s cheeks colored some at that and his eyes crinkled a little in amusement at Kurt’s discomfort. “Yes. So those books are Grandfather’s copies and that notebook contains stories that my Grandfather wrote about me with his old bear when I was three and four.”

“Wait… so you mean that’s…”

“Yes Kurt, it really is.”

Kurt looked over at the bear, smiling happily and a little bit in awe. “Please please tell me there are pictures.”

With a groan, Blaine nodded.

“Excellent. I will have to see those. Maybe even get a framed copy to put up somewhere. Now, will you tell me of these adventures you had with Pooh Bear?” asked Kurt politely, smiling his most convincing smile.

“Uhm… it’s probably best if you just read them. Grandpa Christopher told them much better than I could, Kurt.” Based on the color of Blaine’s cheeks and neck it was clear that this topic was making his boyfriend a touch uncomfortable. That made Kurt’s smile slightly predatorily.

“Well than… given that, can you read them to me?”

Blaine gave Kurt the sad puppy dog look, definitely trying to worm his way out of this. Kurt just looked at him with a slight smile on his lips, ignoring the sad eyes for the ploy they were. This idea was too perfect and he absolutely just had to hear Blaine reading these stories to him. There would be no relenting in trying to make this happen, sad puppy eyes or no. He licked his lips just so, to wet his slightly dry lips and asked ever so sweetly, “Please Blaine… for me?”

With a deep guttural groan as his resistance collapsed, Blaine closed his eyes, sagged and nodded his head. “Fine. Fine. I’ll read this.”

Kurt smiled broadly as slid back on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. Blaine grabbed a chair, and the journal, moving to get comfortable. As he started to sit Kurt interjected, “No… you have to be holding Pooh Bear while you read.”

“Kurt…” whined Blaine, noticeably looking a bit uncomfortable with the request.

“Blaine…” Kurt could not understand. It would be endearing. He would have taken a picture but his phone was in the other room.

With a sigh of resignation, Blaine picked up the bear and sat him in his lap. The sight was adorable and Kurt nearly swooned. Blaine shifted some and settled Pooh Bear in a manner that seemed to look like he was making sure the bear was comfortable. “Right… are you ready Kurt?”

Kurt grinned broadly and said, “Absolutely. Please.”