I'm Coming Home
Title: I'm Coming Home
Author: K-Lee
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Puck/Kurt, Finn, Burt, OC Ryan, OC DJ
Summary: Kurt grows depressed after a year of being away from his husband. He doesn't know how he'd be able to take care of their sons by himself while Noah is in the army. But does Noah come back?
Author's Notes: Title from P-Diddy's song. I don't like using that long name, why is his name getting longer? Anyway, here you go! All mistakes are my own.
~I'm Coming Home~
Kurt Hummel, worldwide fashion designer and broadway sensation, wasn't supposed to be sitting in his father's house alone.
He was supposed to be with his husband and two kids at home, enjoying a night cuddled together from a hard day of work. Instead, he was sitting on his dad's couch, which he never liked because of how uncomfortable it is, watching his dad attempt to wrestle with his son.
He picked up DJ from his walker. David Joseph was only seven months. What if Noah didn't come back? How could DJ live without both of his parents together? Even though Ryan was five, he'd miss his daddy. He'd wonder why he never came back after he left.
God, Kurt had explained all of this to Noah. He'd begged, pleaded, even cried. He'd held his husband and cried, hoping Noah would feel guilty and stay. But he didn't. He left to war and it was almost a year. Kurt would be so pissed if Noah didn't go to Ryan's birthday.
DJ began to cry, so Kurt excused himself and rocked his son to sleep on Noah's Nana's old rocking chair. Noah had pleaded with Kurt to keep it. And Kurt didn't have the heart to throw it away. Now, he was glad they'd kept it. It still smelled like Noah's cologne.
He leaned back in it and smiled as DJ slowly fell asleep. This was the only way the baby slept. As long as he smelled something of Noah's, which is why, crazy as it sounds, Kurt had sewed one of Noah's shirts into a pillow case, so DJ could sleep peacefully.
He went downstairs and queitly watched Ryan and his dad watching football. Ryan looked pretty confused and made comments on their uniforms. It made Kurt laugh to see himself in that kid. Not only did they have the same nose and eyes, but they shared the same views on sport uniforms.
Kurt zoned in and out, his head resting in his hand. He must have dozed off, for when he woke up, his dad was shaking him awake. "Hey, kiddo. You don't want to sleep on the couch. Trust me."
Kurt stood slowly, stretching a little. "Dad, do you know when Noah's coming back?"
Burt sighed as he picked up the dishes from the counter left over from dinner, Kurt in tow as they entered the kitchen. "Kurt, you ask me that question every single day." He turned to look at his son once the plates were in the sink. "And everyday is the same answer. I don't know, son."
Kurt leaned against the counter, his arms wrapped around himself tightly. "I just want him back," he whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Burt held his son tightly, as if he was never letting him go. "You know what it meant when he said he was joining. It meant he might not be back for a long time, if he was coming back at all."
Kurt sniffed. "But he can't write? Nothing?" Burt brushed his son's bangs from his forehead. "Maybe he doesn't want to get outed. You know they still haven't allowed those types of guys out there."
"You'd think they'd allow gays by now," Kurt murmured. He shook his head. "It doesn't mean anything. He hasn't contacted me and I feel so lost. What if he's never coming back? How can I raise two boys by myself?"
Burt shook his head. "You're not by yourself. I'll always be there for you and my grandkids. Just wait a little longer, alright?"
Kurt nodded after a while. "Sure, daddy."
Burt hugged his son one more time before Kurt dragged himself to his old bedroom.
It looked just like it did when he was in high school. It brought on so many memories. His first kiss. His first time. The first time a boy told him he loved him. And it had all been with Noah. He sniffed once more, wiping the tears from his eyes before climbing into bed. Ryan lay on Noah's side, snoring lightly.
Kurt pulled our his iPod, setting it on the playlist labeled "Noah". He grabbed his husband's t-shirt and placed it on his pillow as he fell asleep listening to Noah's voice....
TWO MONTHS LATER...
Kurt knew he was depressed.
He barely wanted to get up to use the bathroom. He knew he had bags under his eyes and his skin looked paler. Finn liked to point it out a lot. Kurt just wanted his baby back.
So when he saw his face on his laptop he burst into tears.
It was Noah. Noah looked fine. Alive. Kurt cried, partly to continue hearing Noah's voice. It was beautiful. "Baby, it's okay. Please don't cry. You know I don't know what to do when you cry."
Kurt laughed. "Oh, yeah, I know you don't. Baby, I missed you so much."
Noah grinned. "Yeah. I know. Hey, can I see DJ? I feel so bad for not being there when he was born. I want to see my little man."
Kurt nodded. He ran to the living room and ran back, baby in hand. Noah grinned a grin that should have looked ridiculous with how big it was, but was adorable. "Hey, big guy. Damn, what's your papa feeding you?" Kurt smiled softly. "Just vegetables and healthy food."
They talked and talk. Ryan came home and talk to his daddy. Burt joked with his son-in-law, Finn teased his best friend. And Kurt talked with his husband. The man he missed so much.
"Baby, when are you coming back?"
Noah paused. He sighed deeply. "Well, I was going to be home tomorrow, but.....they want me back. They lost one of the generals and they need me to substitute until they find a new one." Kurt whimpered, feeling more tears threaten to spill. "I miss you," he whispered.
Noah ran his hand over his head. Like he used to do when he had his mohawk. "I'm so sorry, babe. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Noah looked at something above the computer, then back at Kurt. "I have to go. The guys are bugging me, saying I'm hogging up the computer. But I love you."
"Love you."
"Give the boys a kiss for me, okay?"
Kurt nodded before the screen went black. And Kurt cried again.
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The next day rolled by slowly.
Ryan came back from school, asking where his daddy was. "I'm sorry, big guy. Daddy has to work a little more." "But, I want daddy!"
Kurt nodded, "I do, too."
He cleaned up the kitchen as Ryan did his homework on the table. DJ ate his Cheerios on his high chair, giggling after he popped a Cheerio in his mouth. The radio was playing Adam Lambert's single "Miss You". Kurt couldn't believe he was still so big as he was when he was in High school. He'd always dreamed if designing for Mr. Lambert, and now that man was struting his stuff in Kurt Hummel's outfits. Amazing. Kurt went through new ideas for Adam's outfit for the Grammy's, purposely not focusing on how perfect the song was to how he was feeling.
He saw something out of the window from the corner of his eye. When he looked up, a black car was driving towards them. Kurt prayed it'll pass. Maybe someone else in the neighborhood had a relative in the army. It wasn't impossible.
But his heart fell when it drove into his driveway. He put his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from losing it. No. Noah wasn't dead. He saw him just the day before! He WASN'T DEAD!
Burt had noticed it and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Go. I got the kids."
Kurt nodded and walked outside, ignoring Ryan's confused looks. A professional looking man came out of the driver's seat. He pulled his cap of and held it close to his chest. And Kurt leaned against the column on the porch and slid onto the front stairs. He knew his face was red as he cried aloud.
The man nodded to him and opened the backseat. Another man came out. He was tanned and on cruches.....
Kurt jumped up from the porch and hugged his husband. He squeezed him that he felt and heard the breath leave out of Noah. The taller man laughed as he bent down and kissed Kurt's forehead.
The professional looking man smiled softly. Kurt stood straighter and help Noah into the house, the man on Noah's other side. They seated him in the living room. "DADDY!!"
Ryan jumped into his father's lap. "Ow, jeez. Hey, little man." Ryan hugged his father, then pulled away. Burt brought out DJ, who was shyly pressing himself against his grandpa.
Noah held his arms out, hoping DJ would come to him. Instead, the baby pushed himself closer to Burt. Kurt patted Noah's hand. "He'll get used to you. Don't worry."
Noah nodded and kissed him. It was sweet and loving, something Kurt missed. Kurt looked worriedly at the other man in the room. "Don't worry," Noah reassured him. "Lonnie over here has a husband of his own to get to. He wouldn't rat me out without him getting in trouble too."
Lonnie nodded. "When Noah asked me to drive him here like this since I was the only one with a car like the military's, I was hesitant. I thought it was an even worse idea when I saw you break down. But Noah's.......stubborn."
Noah smiled as Kurt smacked the hack of his head. "Do you know how stupid you are?! Did you want to give me a heart attack?! I thought I'd lost you!" Every sentence was emphasized with a smack on his arm.
And then Kurt pulled him into a kiss. Tongue and all. When he pulled back, he turned to Lonnie. "I know what you mean. He is stubborn as a mule."
He turned to his husband. "What about that thing with you having to go back?"
Noah shrugged. "A lie. I wanted to suprise you. Actually, I've been talking with Finn and he's said how depressed you were, I thought if I came out of Jo where, I'd get something good tonight for creativity."
"You're lucky you don't get strangled for scaring me like that. And remind me to kill Finn when he gets home for not telling me this."
Lonnie smiled. "As much as I love watching you guys play fight, I have to go. I'll see you around, Puckerman?"
Noah nodded. "Sure thing."
After he left, Burt took the kids out of the room to leave his son and son-in-law alone.
"I missed you so much. Don't ever, ever leave me again."
Noah nodded and made out with his husband. Kurt straddled his lap and rocked Noah's world.
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After the kids were asleep, they were laying in Kurt's room. Noah had his leg propped up on a pillow. Both were covered on sweat and smelled like sex.
Noah was still breathing hard. "Why don't you ride me more often?"
Kurt giggled. "Because you like to be on top." Noah shrugged. "Ride me again?"
And they spent that night getting to know each other all over again. And Kurt felt like he'd fallen in love again.
-End-
Author: K-Lee
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Puck/Kurt, Finn, Burt, OC Ryan, OC DJ
Summary: Kurt grows depressed after a year of being away from his husband. He doesn't know how he'd be able to take care of their sons by himself while Noah is in the army. But does Noah come back?
Author's Notes: Title from P-Diddy's song. I don't like using that long name, why is his name getting longer? Anyway, here you go! All mistakes are my own.
~I'm Coming Home~
Kurt Hummel, worldwide fashion designer and broadway sensation, wasn't supposed to be sitting in his father's house alone.
He was supposed to be with his husband and two kids at home, enjoying a night cuddled together from a hard day of work. Instead, he was sitting on his dad's couch, which he never liked because of how uncomfortable it is, watching his dad attempt to wrestle with his son.
He picked up DJ from his walker. David Joseph was only seven months. What if Noah didn't come back? How could DJ live without both of his parents together? Even though Ryan was five, he'd miss his daddy. He'd wonder why he never came back after he left.
God, Kurt had explained all of this to Noah. He'd begged, pleaded, even cried. He'd held his husband and cried, hoping Noah would feel guilty and stay. But he didn't. He left to war and it was almost a year. Kurt would be so pissed if Noah didn't go to Ryan's birthday.
DJ began to cry, so Kurt excused himself and rocked his son to sleep on Noah's Nana's old rocking chair. Noah had pleaded with Kurt to keep it. And Kurt didn't have the heart to throw it away. Now, he was glad they'd kept it. It still smelled like Noah's cologne.
He leaned back in it and smiled as DJ slowly fell asleep. This was the only way the baby slept. As long as he smelled something of Noah's, which is why, crazy as it sounds, Kurt had sewed one of Noah's shirts into a pillow case, so DJ could sleep peacefully.
He went downstairs and queitly watched Ryan and his dad watching football. Ryan looked pretty confused and made comments on their uniforms. It made Kurt laugh to see himself in that kid. Not only did they have the same nose and eyes, but they shared the same views on sport uniforms.
Kurt zoned in and out, his head resting in his hand. He must have dozed off, for when he woke up, his dad was shaking him awake. "Hey, kiddo. You don't want to sleep on the couch. Trust me."
Kurt stood slowly, stretching a little. "Dad, do you know when Noah's coming back?"
Burt sighed as he picked up the dishes from the counter left over from dinner, Kurt in tow as they entered the kitchen. "Kurt, you ask me that question every single day." He turned to look at his son once the plates were in the sink. "And everyday is the same answer. I don't know, son."
Kurt leaned against the counter, his arms wrapped around himself tightly. "I just want him back," he whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Burt held his son tightly, as if he was never letting him go. "You know what it meant when he said he was joining. It meant he might not be back for a long time, if he was coming back at all."
Kurt sniffed. "But he can't write? Nothing?" Burt brushed his son's bangs from his forehead. "Maybe he doesn't want to get outed. You know they still haven't allowed those types of guys out there."
"You'd think they'd allow gays by now," Kurt murmured. He shook his head. "It doesn't mean anything. He hasn't contacted me and I feel so lost. What if he's never coming back? How can I raise two boys by myself?"
Burt shook his head. "You're not by yourself. I'll always be there for you and my grandkids. Just wait a little longer, alright?"
Kurt nodded after a while. "Sure, daddy."
Burt hugged his son one more time before Kurt dragged himself to his old bedroom.
It looked just like it did when he was in high school. It brought on so many memories. His first kiss. His first time. The first time a boy told him he loved him. And it had all been with Noah. He sniffed once more, wiping the tears from his eyes before climbing into bed. Ryan lay on Noah's side, snoring lightly.
Kurt pulled our his iPod, setting it on the playlist labeled "Noah". He grabbed his husband's t-shirt and placed it on his pillow as he fell asleep listening to Noah's voice....
TWO MONTHS LATER...
Kurt knew he was depressed.
He barely wanted to get up to use the bathroom. He knew he had bags under his eyes and his skin looked paler. Finn liked to point it out a lot. Kurt just wanted his baby back.
So when he saw his face on his laptop he burst into tears.
It was Noah. Noah looked fine. Alive. Kurt cried, partly to continue hearing Noah's voice. It was beautiful. "Baby, it's okay. Please don't cry. You know I don't know what to do when you cry."
Kurt laughed. "Oh, yeah, I know you don't. Baby, I missed you so much."
Noah grinned. "Yeah. I know. Hey, can I see DJ? I feel so bad for not being there when he was born. I want to see my little man."
Kurt nodded. He ran to the living room and ran back, baby in hand. Noah grinned a grin that should have looked ridiculous with how big it was, but was adorable. "Hey, big guy. Damn, what's your papa feeding you?" Kurt smiled softly. "Just vegetables and healthy food."
They talked and talk. Ryan came home and talk to his daddy. Burt joked with his son-in-law, Finn teased his best friend. And Kurt talked with his husband. The man he missed so much.
"Baby, when are you coming back?"
Noah paused. He sighed deeply. "Well, I was going to be home tomorrow, but.....they want me back. They lost one of the generals and they need me to substitute until they find a new one." Kurt whimpered, feeling more tears threaten to spill. "I miss you," he whispered.
Noah ran his hand over his head. Like he used to do when he had his mohawk. "I'm so sorry, babe. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Noah looked at something above the computer, then back at Kurt. "I have to go. The guys are bugging me, saying I'm hogging up the computer. But I love you."
"Love you."
"Give the boys a kiss for me, okay?"
Kurt nodded before the screen went black. And Kurt cried again.
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The next day rolled by slowly.
Ryan came back from school, asking where his daddy was. "I'm sorry, big guy. Daddy has to work a little more." "But, I want daddy!"
Kurt nodded, "I do, too."
He cleaned up the kitchen as Ryan did his homework on the table. DJ ate his Cheerios on his high chair, giggling after he popped a Cheerio in his mouth. The radio was playing Adam Lambert's single "Miss You". Kurt couldn't believe he was still so big as he was when he was in High school. He'd always dreamed if designing for Mr. Lambert, and now that man was struting his stuff in Kurt Hummel's outfits. Amazing. Kurt went through new ideas for Adam's outfit for the Grammy's, purposely not focusing on how perfect the song was to how he was feeling.
He saw something out of the window from the corner of his eye. When he looked up, a black car was driving towards them. Kurt prayed it'll pass. Maybe someone else in the neighborhood had a relative in the army. It wasn't impossible.
But his heart fell when it drove into his driveway. He put his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from losing it. No. Noah wasn't dead. He saw him just the day before! He WASN'T DEAD!
Burt had noticed it and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Go. I got the kids."
Kurt nodded and walked outside, ignoring Ryan's confused looks. A professional looking man came out of the driver's seat. He pulled his cap of and held it close to his chest. And Kurt leaned against the column on the porch and slid onto the front stairs. He knew his face was red as he cried aloud.
The man nodded to him and opened the backseat. Another man came out. He was tanned and on cruches.....
Kurt jumped up from the porch and hugged his husband. He squeezed him that he felt and heard the breath leave out of Noah. The taller man laughed as he bent down and kissed Kurt's forehead.
The professional looking man smiled softly. Kurt stood straighter and help Noah into the house, the man on Noah's other side. They seated him in the living room. "DADDY!!"
Ryan jumped into his father's lap. "Ow, jeez. Hey, little man." Ryan hugged his father, then pulled away. Burt brought out DJ, who was shyly pressing himself against his grandpa.
Noah held his arms out, hoping DJ would come to him. Instead, the baby pushed himself closer to Burt. Kurt patted Noah's hand. "He'll get used to you. Don't worry."
Noah nodded and kissed him. It was sweet and loving, something Kurt missed. Kurt looked worriedly at the other man in the room. "Don't worry," Noah reassured him. "Lonnie over here has a husband of his own to get to. He wouldn't rat me out without him getting in trouble too."
Lonnie nodded. "When Noah asked me to drive him here like this since I was the only one with a car like the military's, I was hesitant. I thought it was an even worse idea when I saw you break down. But Noah's.......stubborn."
Noah smiled as Kurt smacked the hack of his head. "Do you know how stupid you are?! Did you want to give me a heart attack?! I thought I'd lost you!" Every sentence was emphasized with a smack on his arm.
And then Kurt pulled him into a kiss. Tongue and all. When he pulled back, he turned to Lonnie. "I know what you mean. He is stubborn as a mule."
He turned to his husband. "What about that thing with you having to go back?"
Noah shrugged. "A lie. I wanted to suprise you. Actually, I've been talking with Finn and he's said how depressed you were, I thought if I came out of Jo where, I'd get something good tonight for creativity."
"You're lucky you don't get strangled for scaring me like that. And remind me to kill Finn when he gets home for not telling me this."
Lonnie smiled. "As much as I love watching you guys play fight, I have to go. I'll see you around, Puckerman?"
Noah nodded. "Sure thing."
After he left, Burt took the kids out of the room to leave his son and son-in-law alone.
"I missed you so much. Don't ever, ever leave me again."
Noah nodded and made out with his husband. Kurt straddled his lap and rocked Noah's world.
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After the kids were asleep, they were laying in Kurt's room. Noah had his leg propped up on a pillow. Both were covered on sweat and smelled like sex.
Noah was still breathing hard. "Why don't you ride me more often?"
Kurt giggled. "Because you like to be on top." Noah shrugged. "Ride me again?"
And they spent that night getting to know each other all over again. And Kurt felt like he'd fallen in love again.
-End-