Breathing Through Silent Blocks 5a
Title: Breathing Through silent Blocks 5a
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 973
Genre: AU, Future Fic, mentions of past mpreg
Summary: Breathing through life.
Disclaimer: They are so not mine, but I get to keep Ben for myself!
Author’s note: Thank you again for your amazing support concerning this fic. You guys are wonderful! A little update before the final chapter. Still unbeta-ed; all mistakes are mine.
Comments are framed, cherished and loved!
*g*l*e*e*
“I swear to God, man, the kid is a natural! In no time he’ll be following me around the sites, and by the time he’s done with college he will be my business partner, just like his daddy.” Noah paused long enough to flag down their designed waiter for more coffee before going back to the task at hand: drown Finn and Mercedes in the innumerous pictures of Ben stored on his cell phone. “Do you see how well he fit the blocks? They‘re all aligned up and shit, and he did that all by himself, didn’t he, Kurt?” Kurt nodded, hiding a smile behind a large cup of organic hot tea He winked at his brother and Mercedes, who in turn could barely contain their amusement, but Noah didn’t seem to be too concerned about their friends’ reaction. “Princess here even says our little man is all color coordinated and stuff, whatever that means.”
“The colors don’t crash,” Mercedes explained, tapping the colored blocks in Ben’s makeshift tower. “Pastel goes with pastel, primary with primary, and so on. Even when he’s daring, he does all right.” At Finn’s confused stare, she pointed to another particular combination. “Brown and green make a boring combination, but see how the orange block makes them livelier.”
Finn hesitated. “Does it?”
“Jesus, Finn, why am I even trying?” Mercedes grunted, exasperated. “You’ve always been totally style blind.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with jeans and stuff?”
“Nothing, Finn; just try a splash of color every now and then,” Kurt said indulgently, leaning against Noah’s side. “You are so tall and handsome; you should go for more than basics on a daily basis.”
Finn dug into his Fingerling Potatoes. “What’s the problem with basics?”
“This is the guy who used to wear corsets and skirts to school, dude.” Noah finally flipped his cell phone shut and put it back in his pocket. “You really wanna get into this shit with him?”
“See, daring,” Mercedes nodded.
“I also remember a shit load of dumpster dives and facial slush for his being daring,” Finn said, waving his fork back at Noah.
“There will never be enough dumb jocks in the world to beat the diva out of some of us,” Kurt pointed out with enough venom to make Noah, who had the decency to blush, squirm in his seat. “So daring is it.”
“Jesus, Hummel, I let your child dress me up. Isn’t it enough of a payback for you?” Noah asked uncomfortably, to which Kurt answered by lifting one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
“You let my twenty month old nephew dress you up?” Finn laughed.
“Back off, Hudson. All the kid does is point out a tee for me to wear in the morning, that’s it.”
Still Finn laughed. “You’re so whipped, man.”
“I think that’s sweet,” Mercedes smiled.
“I think you should mind your own fucking business,” Noah grunted. “I’m no pussy.” Mercedes and Finn then proceeded on taunting Noah by calling out lots kitten, kitten, kitten and meows. Noah finally gave up and laughed with them. “You watch your back, Hudson. I’ll get you for that.”
“Bring it on, dude.”
“When will you two grow up?” Mercedes piped in, rolling her eyes. Then, steering the conversation to a safer subject, she turned back to Kurt. “You think Ben will follow his daddy’s footsteps and go to architecture school, too?”
Or maybe not, judging by the sudden scowl that wiped out Noah’s smile; Sam had been the architect in their business venture.
Kurt tried to summon up memories that would never be of Sam sitting in his stool with Ben in his lap, teaching their child angles and shapes and how to turn lines and curves into buildings and bridges, but all
he could see were Noah and Ben laughing as they built up multicolored wooden blocks and knocked them down afterwards. If nothing else, Kurt could live the rest of his life for that reality alone.
“Not architecture,” Kurt answered Mercedes with his eyes lingering on Noah, “Engineering.”
Noah looked up with his eyes wide open with surprise and apparently at a loss for words. “Engineering, okay,” he finally managed to babble at Finn and Mercedes, both of them smiling their approval.
“Engineering is good, but Grandpa Burt will be disappointed if his grandson doesn’t take over the business.”
“You’re overseeing the shop, Hudson. You give him grandkids of your own to take over the business.” Noah’s goofy grin just about erased any rash effect his remark could have carried, and Finn flipped him off. Mercedes laughing beside Finn diverted their attention.
“What’s so funny, Cedes?”
“Oh, Kurt,” she gasped out from behind a napkin. “The curse of flannel shirts will haunt you for another generation, sweetheart.”
Kurt released a painful sigh. “What can I do? That’s a high price to pay when all the important men in your life are so fond of those atrocities.”
“I’ll remember that next time your royal naked butt gets cold in the middle of the night.”
“Jesus, Puck, stop talking about my brother and sex, will you?”
“Chill, Hudson; you’re the one bringing up sex every time I say something. That’s creepy, man.”
As their debacle went on, Mercedes sighed amidst another forkful of whole grain pancake. “Did you imagine that’s how you would be spending your first morning of the year?”
If Mercedes meant reminiscing about how far him, his best friend ever, his former high school crush turned step-brother and former high school tormentor turned lover had to go through to share a table in a restaurant that was akin to a heart attack waiting to happen and still be thankful for that…
Kurt shrugged and winked at Mercedes. “Shame on me, isn’t it?”
*g*l*e*e*
To be continued in Part 5b. And that will be the end of this thing, people, I swear!
Thanks for reading.
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 973
Genre: AU, Future Fic, mentions of past mpreg
Summary: Breathing through life.
Disclaimer: They are so not mine, but I get to keep Ben for myself!
Author’s note: Thank you again for your amazing support concerning this fic. You guys are wonderful! A little update before the final chapter. Still unbeta-ed; all mistakes are mine.
Comments are framed, cherished and loved!
*g*l*e*e*
“I swear to God, man, the kid is a natural! In no time he’ll be following me around the sites, and by the time he’s done with college he will be my business partner, just like his daddy.” Noah paused long enough to flag down their designed waiter for more coffee before going back to the task at hand: drown Finn and Mercedes in the innumerous pictures of Ben stored on his cell phone. “Do you see how well he fit the blocks? They‘re all aligned up and shit, and he did that all by himself, didn’t he, Kurt?” Kurt nodded, hiding a smile behind a large cup of organic hot tea He winked at his brother and Mercedes, who in turn could barely contain their amusement, but Noah didn’t seem to be too concerned about their friends’ reaction. “Princess here even says our little man is all color coordinated and stuff, whatever that means.”
“The colors don’t crash,” Mercedes explained, tapping the colored blocks in Ben’s makeshift tower. “Pastel goes with pastel, primary with primary, and so on. Even when he’s daring, he does all right.” At Finn’s confused stare, she pointed to another particular combination. “Brown and green make a boring combination, but see how the orange block makes them livelier.”
Finn hesitated. “Does it?”
“Jesus, Finn, why am I even trying?” Mercedes grunted, exasperated. “You’ve always been totally style blind.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with jeans and stuff?”
“Nothing, Finn; just try a splash of color every now and then,” Kurt said indulgently, leaning against Noah’s side. “You are so tall and handsome; you should go for more than basics on a daily basis.”
Finn dug into his Fingerling Potatoes. “What’s the problem with basics?”
“This is the guy who used to wear corsets and skirts to school, dude.” Noah finally flipped his cell phone shut and put it back in his pocket. “You really wanna get into this shit with him?”
“See, daring,” Mercedes nodded.
“I also remember a shit load of dumpster dives and facial slush for his being daring,” Finn said, waving his fork back at Noah.
“There will never be enough dumb jocks in the world to beat the diva out of some of us,” Kurt pointed out with enough venom to make Noah, who had the decency to blush, squirm in his seat. “So daring is it.”
“Jesus, Hummel, I let your child dress me up. Isn’t it enough of a payback for you?” Noah asked uncomfortably, to which Kurt answered by lifting one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
“You let my twenty month old nephew dress you up?” Finn laughed.
“Back off, Hudson. All the kid does is point out a tee for me to wear in the morning, that’s it.”
Still Finn laughed. “You’re so whipped, man.”
“I think that’s sweet,” Mercedes smiled.
“I think you should mind your own fucking business,” Noah grunted. “I’m no pussy.” Mercedes and Finn then proceeded on taunting Noah by calling out lots kitten, kitten, kitten and meows. Noah finally gave up and laughed with them. “You watch your back, Hudson. I’ll get you for that.”
“Bring it on, dude.”
“When will you two grow up?” Mercedes piped in, rolling her eyes. Then, steering the conversation to a safer subject, she turned back to Kurt. “You think Ben will follow his daddy’s footsteps and go to architecture school, too?”
Or maybe not, judging by the sudden scowl that wiped out Noah’s smile; Sam had been the architect in their business venture.
Kurt tried to summon up memories that would never be of Sam sitting in his stool with Ben in his lap, teaching their child angles and shapes and how to turn lines and curves into buildings and bridges, but all
he could see were Noah and Ben laughing as they built up multicolored wooden blocks and knocked them down afterwards. If nothing else, Kurt could live the rest of his life for that reality alone.
“Not architecture,” Kurt answered Mercedes with his eyes lingering on Noah, “Engineering.”
Noah looked up with his eyes wide open with surprise and apparently at a loss for words. “Engineering, okay,” he finally managed to babble at Finn and Mercedes, both of them smiling their approval.
“Engineering is good, but Grandpa Burt will be disappointed if his grandson doesn’t take over the business.”
“You’re overseeing the shop, Hudson. You give him grandkids of your own to take over the business.” Noah’s goofy grin just about erased any rash effect his remark could have carried, and Finn flipped him off. Mercedes laughing beside Finn diverted their attention.
“What’s so funny, Cedes?”
“Oh, Kurt,” she gasped out from behind a napkin. “The curse of flannel shirts will haunt you for another generation, sweetheart.”
Kurt released a painful sigh. “What can I do? That’s a high price to pay when all the important men in your life are so fond of those atrocities.”
“I’ll remember that next time your royal naked butt gets cold in the middle of the night.”
“Jesus, Puck, stop talking about my brother and sex, will you?”
“Chill, Hudson; you’re the one bringing up sex every time I say something. That’s creepy, man.”
As their debacle went on, Mercedes sighed amidst another forkful of whole grain pancake. “Did you imagine that’s how you would be spending your first morning of the year?”
If Mercedes meant reminiscing about how far him, his best friend ever, his former high school crush turned step-brother and former high school tormentor turned lover had to go through to share a table in a restaurant that was akin to a heart attack waiting to happen and still be thankful for that…
Kurt shrugged and winked at Mercedes. “Shame on me, isn’t it?”
*g*l*e*e*
To be continued in Part 5b. And that will be the end of this thing, people, I swear!
Thanks for reading.