Ch 3

Kurt snatched up his phone, really displeased by this interruption and answered snippily, “What!”

“Hold on there Kurt, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” worriedly asked Burt Hummel from the other end of the line.

With a sigh, Kurt calmed himself down and said, “No Dad, everything is fine here. You… you were just interrupting something.”

“Oh? Oh! Look I know you don’t live under my roof any more but… well, then why did you answer the phone? Don’t you have voicemail for that sort of thing?” His dad was clearly getting a bit flustered.

“Dad! It’s not like that.” replied Kurt flushing a bright red at the implication. “Blaine was just reading me a story.”

There was silence for a few moments and then Burt asked in a voice that was more than a bit confused, “Wait… he’s reading you a story?”

“Yes Dad. Apparently, he is Christopher Robin Milne’s grandson.” explained Kurt, wanting his Dad to know what was going on and that they were not up to anything naughty. “You called for a reason?”

“Well yeah Kurt, Carole and I just wanted to check on you two, make sure your move went okay, utilities on, that sort of thing. And you are going to have to explain this whole Christopher Robin thing later.”

Kurt chuckled and shook his head. Even moved away from Lima for a while it didn’t matter, his father would always take care of him, them. “Yes Dad. I’ll tell you about it later. Thanks. Everything else is just fine.”

“Now get back to your boy, give him a hug from us and have him finish that story. Love you buddy.”

“Love you too Dad.” Kurt hung the phone and then looked at the phone, considering taking it into the room with him. If he did then he could get that recording for Brittany. He then set it down. No this reading was his, the others could hear other readings, this one was his, it was special.

Kurt walked back into the room with a smile on his face and Blaine was reading through the journal, clearly familiarizing himself with the contents. He looked up when Kurt entered and said, “Oh, hey, who was it?”

“My Dad, he wanted to know how the move went and if everything went okay with the utilities. He also said to give you this.” Kurt walked up and hugged Blaine. He then kissed him for good measure.

Blaine looked at him with wide eyes, “Your Dad said to kiss me?”

“Well, no I added that in because I felt that it was needed to really complete things. Now where were we?”

“Pooh and Blaine Thomas were telling Owl that they were on an Expotition. So… ‘Yes.’ replied Pooh Bear. ‘We are looking for the East Pole.’

“Ah… a real journey! There are great tales of my Grand Uncle Thaddeus and his travels to find the various peaks of the Himalayas. It seems he had gotten a bit waylaid by a rather chatty goat who claimed to hold the secret to Enlightenment that he…

“Sorry Owl but we really must be going.” said Blaine Thomas.

“Of course. Good luck on your quest!” Owl called after them a bit distracted.

Pooh Bear and Blaine Thomas walked off and after a short distance Pooh asked, “Why must we be going?”

“Well Pooh, we could either spend the afternoon looking for the East Pole or listen to Owl tell stories. Which would you rather do?”

“I don’t know? Is there honey involved in one of them?”

“Well I brought some honey with me?”

“Could I perhaps have a smackrel or two?” asked Pooh.

Blaine Thomas chuckled softly as he walked on, “You know that honey is for a snack.”

“Yes, that is true. But if I am hungry now, doesn’t that mean I should perhaps have that snack now?” reasoned out Pooh.

“I suppose that is true, silly old bear.” chided Blaine Thomas lovingly.

They walked just a little bit further until they came to a shady spot, where they sat down. Blaine Thomas reached into his bag and pulled out the small jar of honey and said, “Now remember Pooh, only a little bit.”

Pooh had several pawfuls and reluctantly stopped eating, looking longingly at the golden honey still in the jar. “But don’t you think that maybe…”

“But this way you have some for later.” said Blaine Thomas, trying to remind his friend why he was saying these things.

“I guess you’re right.” Pooh frowned a little.

“Now Pooh Bear, you can do whatever you set your mind to, even telling honey to wait a little bit.” warmly said Blaine Thomas.

“Bother.”                                                       

“Silly old Bear.”

They traveled a bit further, skipping a little through an open area and carefully crossing over a fallen log that crossed a stream that was simply too big to hop over. After getting turned around a few times in the woods they came out in a meadow that neither of them had ever been in before. Standing there with wide eyes, they looked out across the tall grass that was waving in the breeze and Pooh Bear asked in a quiet voice, “Blaine Thomas, do you think this might be the place?”

“I don’t know Pooh Bear. Perhaps we should spread out and look.”

“It’s an awfully big meadow. What if you tossed me in the air instead and I could look around to see if the East Pole is anywhere close?” suggested Winnie the Pooh.

Blaine Thomas looked at Winnie the Pooh, not sure of what he thought of that idea. He was not a very large boy and this might not be a very easy task, but Pooh Bear was only stuffed with fluff. But it did sound like it might work so they should consider it. Blaine Thomas nodded. “Alright Pooh Bear, we’ll give it a try.”

Kurt snorted at that, making Blaine look up from the page. “What?”

“Little you… throwing a Pooh Bear… to find the East Pole.” Kurt started laughing with such glee that he toppled over on the bed.

Blaine tightened his eyes in annoyance, “I was like four, Kurt. That was very serious logic at four.”

“I’m sure. You with that curly mop of dark hair, serious eyes, pondering just how to toss a bear into the air gently. No really… I can see it.” Kurt was still giggling. He just couldn’t help himself. That image of Blaine was simply too adorable for words. He felt like his heart was going to melt.

Blaine narrowed his eyes and then smiled slightly, “Fine, whatever Kurt. This story’s almost over anyway. So Blaine Thomas took hold of Pooh Bear, with one hand under his foot and did his best to toss him in the air.”

The bear actually flew upwards, making Kurt squeal slightly, and then begin laughing again. Blaine shook his head at that and continued on once he resettled the bear, “Pooh Bear did not get very high but he certainly did get higher than he would have been while standing on Blaine Thomas’s shoulders. It had been a very good throw.

He scanned the field as best he could but did not see anything that looked like the East Pole. He fell back down towards the earth and Blaine Thomas tried to catch him but the two of them tumbled to the ground. With a groan, Blaine Thomas sat up rubbing his back.

Pooh Bear said “Ow” in the way that you say ow when you are hurt but you are not sure just how hurt you are.

“Pooh Bear?”

“I bonked my head.”

“What did you do that for?” asked Blaine Thomas.

“I didn’t mean to. This big stick got in the way of my head and the ground.” answered Pooh.

The two stood and examined the stick. It was taller than both of them and fairly straight and had been completely hidden under the tall grass. “I must say Pooh Bear that is one way to use your head.”

“Beg pardon?”

“It seems you found the East Pole.”

“I did?” asked Pooh Bear in some amazement. “How did I do that?”

“This pole you hit must be the East Pole. And you found it with your very own head. This is a really wonderful thing. Well done!”

Pooh Bear smiled, “Does this mean I can have some honey?”

“Of course you can. Silly Old Bear.”

Blaine put down the book and the bear and looked over at Kurt. The man in question, with varicolored eyes shining in delight, said reverently, “I have the greatest boyfriend in the whole world.”

“Are you happy now that I read you a story?” asked Blaine, with a slight smirk.

“Yes. That was wonderful. Are there more of those? Please tell me there are more of these.”

“Yes. A few. Grandpa Chris didn’t write them often, but there are a few more. I am glad you liked them. They really are special to me.”

Kurt got up from the bed and walked over to Blaine, sitting on his lap. He bent his head down and took Blaine’s lips in his own. “And you are special to me. This only makes you more special not less.”

“Thank you Kurt.” Blaine blushed slightly.

“Thank you Blaine. Now, after that I think we need some dinner. Let’s go. I saw this nice diner as we were driving in…”