One Kid - What’s wrong, daddy?

It had been a long year. A paperwork nightmare in which Kurt had cried himself to sleep several nights. But it was worth it. It was all worth it since Adrian was now going to live with them.

Despite Blaine’s best advice, Kurt had decorated the room and bought too many teddy bears too early on. Entering the room and looking at the boy’s picture was a new secret hobby Blaine could never find out about. And that night Ady’s sweet curls would rest on that pillow.

It had been a long day up until sunset, when they were allowed to pick up the boy and bring him home. Blaine’s sweaty hand had found Kurt’s more often than usual and they exchanged antsy looks all day long. They stopped for coffee near the orphanage, having arrived too early, until it was finally time to meet Adrian.

They boy was as shy as usual, but he now knew them enough to give each a firm hug. Kurt felt like crying, but hid it in a smile for the little one:

“Hello Sweet Prince, are you ready to go?”

Adrian stuttered:

“I… I need help. I don’t know how to pack.”

He looked embarrassed but took Kurt’s hand and guided them to his “room”. The boy earned very few things to call his own and Kurt quickly accommodated them all in a backpack. Blaine walked into the room with the social assistant:

 “Are we ready to go?”

She interrupted him:

“Just one moment, Mr. Anderson. I’ll have to ask for you and your husband to wait outside for a moment so I can talk to the boy.”

Kurt took the hand Blaine was offering him and stepped outside. All he wanted was to disappear in the safety of his husband’s embrace, but they should be extra careful. Blaine seemed to have noticed and soothingly rubbed his arm:

“It should be only a formality.”

Kurt swallowed hard and nodded.

The social assistant stepped out holding Adrian by the hand. She looked at the boy in the eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. She then looked at the couple:

“He’s ready to go.”

Kurt extended his hand for the boy and he firmly held Kurt’s fingers. Ady kept his hold of the man’s fingers as he eagerly watched the neighborhoods passing by through the cab’s windows.

Blaine opened the front door to their apartment:

“We’re home.”

Adrian stepped forward still guided by Kurt’s hand. Kurt smiled at him:

“Do you remember our place? This is where you’ll live from now on. Do you like it here?”

The boy nodded without much enthusiasm. Kurt stared helplessly at Blaine. The latter gulped and tried to ease the tension:

“Ade, buddy, would you like to draw?”

Adrian answered in a feeble voice:

“Yes, please.”

Kurt clapped his hands excitedly:

“Great! You guys go make a beautiful drawing to decorate our refrigerator and I’ll go fix our dinner.”

The boy relaxed as he colored Blaine’s drawing. As promised, Kurt fixed the picture to the refrigerator’s door, alongside with the one Adrian had given Blaine on the first day they met. Adrian gladly accepted his mac-and-cheese and even asked for more.

After their meal, the three of them went to brush their teeth in the same bathroom. Blaine took charge of changing the boy while Kurt changed into his own pajamas.

Kurt adjusted the sheets around the boy’s body:

“Are you comfortable, Ady? Do you want me to read you a fairy-tale?”

The boy grinned:

“Yes, daddy! I always dreamed of a bedtime story told just for me. I wanted to be able to pick the story.”

Kurt’s eyes and his cheeks were filled with tears:

 “Did you just called me daddy?”

Blaine had just entered the room and saw the shock in the boy’s eyes. Kurt was still sobbing and Adrian looked at him:

“Did I do something wrong? Are you not my new daddies?”

Blaine smiled as he sat by his husband’s side and took his son’s hand:

“Nothing is wrong, Ade. Daddy Kurt is shedding happy tears.”

Adrian sat up and wiped a tear away from Kurt’s face. They smiled at each other. The boy spoke in a rather sleepy voice:

“Just like I thought, this is like the Ugly Duckling. I have found my family.”

Kurt pushed a curl out of the boy’s eyes. Blaine kissed Adrian’s asleep head. They held each other. As in a fairy-tale, the little bird had found his way home and their nest was finally complete.