Benfay - Part 1b: A BTSB Story
Title: Benfday: Part 1b - A BTSB Story
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: a light R
Word Count: ~2320 words
Genre: AU, Future Fic, mentions of past mpreg
Summary: Because it’s a new benfday, and the past should remain in the past where it doesn’t hurt… too much.
Disclaimer: They are so not mine, but I gotta keep Ben for myself!
Author’s note: It’s Benfday; enough said. It’s Benfday; enough said. I foresee four parts for this story, and I'll do my best to post one chapter per week. So please bear with me for a little while, k? Still unbetaed, so sorry for any possible mistakes. And remember that feedback is loved, cherished and framed!
*g*l*e*e*
“Is this the last bag, Kurt?”
At his wits end after hearing Noah make use of complete sentences and perfect grammar for the tenth time to talk to him, Kurt silently nodded his answer.
“Alright, I’m taking our bags to the car then. Do you want me to take him with me?” he asked, slinging Kurt’s blue and grey duffle on his shoulder and tipping his nose at Ben.
Another silent nod and Kurt almost felt like crying.
“Okay. Come on, Ben; I need help downstairs.”
“No-no, Nono! Ben help Papa!” their baby protested without interrupting the pat-smooth-pat he was inflicting on his own baby clothes that Kurt was packing in an extra baby bag.
“You are, aren’t you?”
The tiny, fond smile Noah was flashing at their baby while Ben crawled in their bed to get Noah’s pillow and try to stuff it into his baby bag made Kurt low his eyes back to the task at hand. He wouldn’t feel bad because Noah hadn’t smiled at him or called him princess since their flirtatious banter before Noah fed Ben his breakfast.
Kurt thought they would be fine then. Noah had stayed, he had smirked at Kurt; their masks had fallen off their faces.
“Nono won’t need this, baby,” Kurt said kissing his son’s forehead before putting the pillow back on the mattress. “There are plenty of pillows at Grandpa Burt’s.”
Noah looked startled at them and actually took a step towards Kurt before he seemed to realize what he was doing and cleared his throat.
“So nothing’s, ah, changed? I’m still, you know, staying with you guys?”
Is there any other place you’d rather be? Kurt wanted to ask, but since he was quite stupefied himself, he just offered Noah another pathetic silent nod in the ways of an affirmation and waited.
The extension of the damage Kurt’s earlier comment had caused could be automatically seen on the way the duffle slid along Noah’s arm as his shoulders slumped and pure reflex made him catch it before it hit the floor. It was the kind of relief Kurt prayed he would never see back to Noah’s beautiful face, because it had been born from a deep kind of pain only somebody who one trusted and… cared for with everything they had could inflict.
Kurt wouldn’t be that person to Noah again; never again.
“I have to text… I mean, I’ll… I’ll pack the car, then. We’re taking yours, right? My truck is already in the garage. Are the keys downstairs?”
“Yes, in their usual place.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting downstairs then. Do you still want me to take the little one?”
Ben had managed to pry open their closet and was struggling with the sleeve of a black shirt of Noah’s on the hanger.
Kurt needed a hug for like yesterday.
“No, that’s okay. He can stay here with me.”
Noah opened and then closed his mouth as if something made him change his mind. Be it complete sentences with the lack of cussing or not, Kurt desperately wanted to hear him say something, anything.
“Noah?”
“Yes, Kurt.”
To touch him, kiss him, have him make love to Kurt and erase everything that had happened a couple of hours ago, just so they could be themselves again.
“Will you get his portable crib? I think it’s either in the garage or in the basement; probably in the garage.”
“Sure, I’ll get it. I’ll close the door so Ben will stay inside, okay?”
Another pathetic nod, and the moment Noah closed the bedroom door behind him, Kurt gathered their child in his arms and sat on the edge of their bed. Ben wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and laid his head on his Papa’s shoulder.
“Nono go benfday, Papa?”
“No, baby; he won’t go anywhere without us,” Kurt said, kissing his son’s blond hair. “Papa promises you Nono is not going anywhere without taking us with him.”
*g*l*e*e*
“No, man; it’s cool. I overreacted. We’re fine.” Fuck, who put that thing up on the last shelf? “Hang on a moment, dude; I’m gonna get a ladder.”
“A ladder?” Finn asked on the phone. “What do you need a ladder for, man?”
“Your brother asked me to get Ben’s crib. Hang on a minute.”
“Puck-“
“I’ll be right back, man.” It actually took Puck two minutes to get the ladder, climb up the steps, get Ben’s portable crib, rescue is cell phone from the hood of his car and restart his conversation with Finn. “Got it, man. What were you saying?”
“That Ben won’t need his crib,” Finn half laughed. “My parents got him one of those kid beds and set it in Kurt’s bedroom.”
“Why didn’t you just fucking tell me that, Hudson?”
“I tried, man, but your head was somewhere else.”
Noah got rid of the dusty plastic bag wrapping the crib and hauled it outside with him. Just when he was about to open the trunk of Kurt’s SUV he realized what he was doing,
“I guess it’s still somewhere else, man. I was about to pack Ben’s crib with the rest of our stuff.”
“You should just tell him, man.” Finn said with a kind of sympathy that still amazed Noah, very different from the guy who had come this close to breaking Noah’s nose with the punch he delivered when he had first found out the secret fucked up gay affair between his stepbrother and best buddy right after Ben’s party last year. “I bet he would be ecstatic. I mean, Puck, you are a great guy, he knows that. Hell, my dad’s come to accept that you make some decent husband material. And if you ever tell Burt I said that, I’ll hurt you for real, got it?”
“You punch like an old lady, dude,” Noah said squinting his eyes up at the sun to look at the window keeping the loves of his life away from him. “But I don’t know, man. We’ve been together for less than one year. He needs time to adjust to all this; see if this is what he really wants." Just the thought of Kurt not wanting this, not wanting them… "Besides you know things between us are not really that simple.”
“I know you were Sam’s best friend and all, man, but I still think you’re being a fool.”
“Look, Hudson, just forget I called and asked to crash at your place, okay? Your brother hasn’t kicked me to the curb yet, so just drop it.”
“Okay then, I’ll drop it for now. Just make sure you get your sorry ass here soon. Mom and dad went havoc with Ben’s presents. You gotta get here to help us set his stuff up before the party.”
“We’re pretty much done here. Kurt was just packing some extra clothes for Ben.”
“Hasn’t he filled a suitcase already?” Finn laughed.
“Yeah, but you have no idea of how many clothes this kid goes through on weekends. Drives Kurt crazy,” Noah chuckled.
“Look, man, I gotta get ready to meet Mercedes for breakfast before we drive over to the parent’s. Will you be okay?”
“Yeah, man, thanks. We’ll see you soon.”
Ben’s crib was already all wrapped up and back to its top shelf when it hit Noah that he would have to get the thing down again and drag it to Lima with them even of it wasn’t really necessary. After all, what kind of excuse could he give Kurt for not doing what he had been asked?
And frankly, Noah just couldn’t handle making a fool out of himself for more than once a day.
*g*l*e*e*
“Ben hello Nono, Papa,” his baby said sitting on the baby bag Kurt had left on the kitchen floor while he waved his Hellophone around.
“You do that, baby,” Kurt said packing the last peanut sandwich along with the small Tupperware with cut fruit and two boxes of juice in the yellow Winnie the Pooh thermo bag just in case. It was a short drive back to Lima and he hoped the baby would sleep through most of it, but if Ben woke up hungry and they had nothing to feed him there would be hell to pay.
On a second thought, and although they were having lunch with his parents, he rearranged the boxes of juice on the top of the Tupperware and squeezed a can of Coke for Noah there , too.
Yes, a can of Coke; he was that desperate to have Noah smiling at him again.
“Okay, baby, that’s it. Tell our Nono we’re going; we’re already late.”
“Kay, Papa.” Baby bag and thermos in tow, Kurt waited while Ben punched some numbers on his toy phone before taking his hand. “Nono, Ben and Papa benfday. Kiss bye-bye!” he finished smacking an open mouthed kiss on his toy.
Kurt laughed as they walked outside to find Noah waving goodbye to the couple who lived across from Kurt’s. Ben let go of his hand to run and wrap himself around Noah’s legs.
“Nono, Ben and Papa go benfday, Nono!” Noah laughed and hefted Ben up to his arms.
“Did you find his crib, Noah?”
“It’s already in the car. Do you want me to pack these?” Noah asked making Ben squeal every time he blew a raspberry on the baby’s face.
“No, I’ll get it. Just…” The shrill of his cell cut him off. That was great, just great. As if they weren’t already running late. “It’s my dad.”
“Talk to him. I got Ben.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Kurt said already rushing back to the house to set the alarm and lock the door. “Hi, dad.”
“Hey, kiddo. How are you, my grandson and that boyfriend of yours doing, son?”
Oh, Lord, the world was coming to an end if his dad was ready to admit Noah was in fact a good enough boyfriend material for his son. “We’re fine, dad, as you’ll be able to see for yourself once we get to your house.”
“I know, son, but you’re already running late.”
“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” Alarm code punched, Kurt looked around the room to see if everything was in order before he locked up. “We’re all packed to go as soon as you tell me why you’re calling if you know we’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Ouch, kiddo, I’m sorry for ruining your plans of only talking to me in another couple of hours.”
“Sorry, dad. It’s been a long morning,” Kurt apologized full of genuine regret. “Is there anything you need us to get on the way over?”
“No, son, everything is under control here. I actually got a call from your brother telling me to tell you not to pack Ben’s crib because your mom and I got him a new bed.”
“Oh, dad; you shouldn’t have.”
“Of course I should. I’ll sleep much better knowing the kid will be comfortable here.”
“And you set it in my bedroom,” Kurt smiled watching Noah and Ben run after each other in their driveway.
“Not far from your own bed. The rules around here haven’t changed just because you and your brother moved out, kid,” his dad admitted with that tone of voice that made Kurt picture him with his lips curved into a smug smile. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, son. Your mother is sending her love. Drive safe.”
“I will, dad, and I love you guys too. See you soon.”
“Everything okay?” Noah asked, hauling Ben up in his arms once Kurt rejoined them outside.
“Yeah, he just wanted to tell me we won’t be needing Ben’s crib. He got him a bed.” The reddish tint spreading along Noah’s cheeks was just lovely, but it confused the hell out of Kurt. “Are you okay, Noah?”
“Yes, I’ll just, ah, unpack the crib then. You get Ben ready to go.”
All Kurt had planned was to take Ben from Noah’s arms and get him in his car sear while Noah got through their luggage to get the damned crib out, but Kurt’s libido had other ways of dealing with this unsettling need to touch Noah now.
Yeah, he got Ben, but before Noah could step away from them, Kurt wrapped a hand around the back of his boyfriend’s head and pulled it down so their lips could meet in a kiss that was neither hot nor passionate, just an ordinary kiss like many others they had shared on the course of the last ten months. Something simple, almost innocent, and that should be treasured with everything they had because that was the kind of kiss loaded with everything Kurt was still too afraid to share with Noah, but that he couldn’t see himself sharing with another.
When he felt Noah’s minute smile against his lips before his boyfriend sighed a heartfelt Princess and wrapped both his arms around him and their kid deepening the kiss, Kurt was positive this time Noah had finally gotten it:
Kurt wanted them to last forever.
*g*l*e*e*
End of Part 1b; to be continued in Part 2.
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: a light R
Word Count: ~2320 words
Genre: AU, Future Fic, mentions of past mpreg
Summary: Because it’s a new benfday, and the past should remain in the past where it doesn’t hurt… too much.
Disclaimer: They are so not mine, but I gotta keep Ben for myself!
Author’s note: It’s Benfday; enough said. It’s Benfday; enough said. I foresee four parts for this story, and I'll do my best to post one chapter per week. So please bear with me for a little while, k? Still unbetaed, so sorry for any possible mistakes. And remember that feedback is loved, cherished and framed!
*g*l*e*e*
“Is this the last bag, Kurt?”
At his wits end after hearing Noah make use of complete sentences and perfect grammar for the tenth time to talk to him, Kurt silently nodded his answer.
“Alright, I’m taking our bags to the car then. Do you want me to take him with me?” he asked, slinging Kurt’s blue and grey duffle on his shoulder and tipping his nose at Ben.
Another silent nod and Kurt almost felt like crying.
“Okay. Come on, Ben; I need help downstairs.”
“No-no, Nono! Ben help Papa!” their baby protested without interrupting the pat-smooth-pat he was inflicting on his own baby clothes that Kurt was packing in an extra baby bag.
“You are, aren’t you?”
The tiny, fond smile Noah was flashing at their baby while Ben crawled in their bed to get Noah’s pillow and try to stuff it into his baby bag made Kurt low his eyes back to the task at hand. He wouldn’t feel bad because Noah hadn’t smiled at him or called him princess since their flirtatious banter before Noah fed Ben his breakfast.
Kurt thought they would be fine then. Noah had stayed, he had smirked at Kurt; their masks had fallen off their faces.
“Nono won’t need this, baby,” Kurt said kissing his son’s forehead before putting the pillow back on the mattress. “There are plenty of pillows at Grandpa Burt’s.”
Noah looked startled at them and actually took a step towards Kurt before he seemed to realize what he was doing and cleared his throat.
“So nothing’s, ah, changed? I’m still, you know, staying with you guys?”
Is there any other place you’d rather be? Kurt wanted to ask, but since he was quite stupefied himself, he just offered Noah another pathetic silent nod in the ways of an affirmation and waited.
The extension of the damage Kurt’s earlier comment had caused could be automatically seen on the way the duffle slid along Noah’s arm as his shoulders slumped and pure reflex made him catch it before it hit the floor. It was the kind of relief Kurt prayed he would never see back to Noah’s beautiful face, because it had been born from a deep kind of pain only somebody who one trusted and… cared for with everything they had could inflict.
Kurt wouldn’t be that person to Noah again; never again.
“I have to text… I mean, I’ll… I’ll pack the car, then. We’re taking yours, right? My truck is already in the garage. Are the keys downstairs?”
“Yes, in their usual place.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting downstairs then. Do you still want me to take the little one?”
Ben had managed to pry open their closet and was struggling with the sleeve of a black shirt of Noah’s on the hanger.
Kurt needed a hug for like yesterday.
“No, that’s okay. He can stay here with me.”
Noah opened and then closed his mouth as if something made him change his mind. Be it complete sentences with the lack of cussing or not, Kurt desperately wanted to hear him say something, anything.
“Noah?”
“Yes, Kurt.”
To touch him, kiss him, have him make love to Kurt and erase everything that had happened a couple of hours ago, just so they could be themselves again.
“Will you get his portable crib? I think it’s either in the garage or in the basement; probably in the garage.”
“Sure, I’ll get it. I’ll close the door so Ben will stay inside, okay?”
Another pathetic nod, and the moment Noah closed the bedroom door behind him, Kurt gathered their child in his arms and sat on the edge of their bed. Ben wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and laid his head on his Papa’s shoulder.
“Nono go benfday, Papa?”
“No, baby; he won’t go anywhere without us,” Kurt said, kissing his son’s blond hair. “Papa promises you Nono is not going anywhere without taking us with him.”
*g*l*e*e*
“No, man; it’s cool. I overreacted. We’re fine.” Fuck, who put that thing up on the last shelf? “Hang on a moment, dude; I’m gonna get a ladder.”
“A ladder?” Finn asked on the phone. “What do you need a ladder for, man?”
“Your brother asked me to get Ben’s crib. Hang on a minute.”
“Puck-“
“I’ll be right back, man.” It actually took Puck two minutes to get the ladder, climb up the steps, get Ben’s portable crib, rescue is cell phone from the hood of his car and restart his conversation with Finn. “Got it, man. What were you saying?”
“That Ben won’t need his crib,” Finn half laughed. “My parents got him one of those kid beds and set it in Kurt’s bedroom.”
“Why didn’t you just fucking tell me that, Hudson?”
“I tried, man, but your head was somewhere else.”
Noah got rid of the dusty plastic bag wrapping the crib and hauled it outside with him. Just when he was about to open the trunk of Kurt’s SUV he realized what he was doing,
“I guess it’s still somewhere else, man. I was about to pack Ben’s crib with the rest of our stuff.”
“You should just tell him, man.” Finn said with a kind of sympathy that still amazed Noah, very different from the guy who had come this close to breaking Noah’s nose with the punch he delivered when he had first found out the secret fucked up gay affair between his stepbrother and best buddy right after Ben’s party last year. “I bet he would be ecstatic. I mean, Puck, you are a great guy, he knows that. Hell, my dad’s come to accept that you make some decent husband material. And if you ever tell Burt I said that, I’ll hurt you for real, got it?”
“You punch like an old lady, dude,” Noah said squinting his eyes up at the sun to look at the window keeping the loves of his life away from him. “But I don’t know, man. We’ve been together for less than one year. He needs time to adjust to all this; see if this is what he really wants." Just the thought of Kurt not wanting this, not wanting them… "Besides you know things between us are not really that simple.”
“I know you were Sam’s best friend and all, man, but I still think you’re being a fool.”
“Look, Hudson, just forget I called and asked to crash at your place, okay? Your brother hasn’t kicked me to the curb yet, so just drop it.”
“Okay then, I’ll drop it for now. Just make sure you get your sorry ass here soon. Mom and dad went havoc with Ben’s presents. You gotta get here to help us set his stuff up before the party.”
“We’re pretty much done here. Kurt was just packing some extra clothes for Ben.”
“Hasn’t he filled a suitcase already?” Finn laughed.
“Yeah, but you have no idea of how many clothes this kid goes through on weekends. Drives Kurt crazy,” Noah chuckled.
“Look, man, I gotta get ready to meet Mercedes for breakfast before we drive over to the parent’s. Will you be okay?”
“Yeah, man, thanks. We’ll see you soon.”
Ben’s crib was already all wrapped up and back to its top shelf when it hit Noah that he would have to get the thing down again and drag it to Lima with them even of it wasn’t really necessary. After all, what kind of excuse could he give Kurt for not doing what he had been asked?
And frankly, Noah just couldn’t handle making a fool out of himself for more than once a day.
*g*l*e*e*
“Ben hello Nono, Papa,” his baby said sitting on the baby bag Kurt had left on the kitchen floor while he waved his Hellophone around.
“You do that, baby,” Kurt said packing the last peanut sandwich along with the small Tupperware with cut fruit and two boxes of juice in the yellow Winnie the Pooh thermo bag just in case. It was a short drive back to Lima and he hoped the baby would sleep through most of it, but if Ben woke up hungry and they had nothing to feed him there would be hell to pay.
On a second thought, and although they were having lunch with his parents, he rearranged the boxes of juice on the top of the Tupperware and squeezed a can of Coke for Noah there , too.
Yes, a can of Coke; he was that desperate to have Noah smiling at him again.
“Okay, baby, that’s it. Tell our Nono we’re going; we’re already late.”
“Kay, Papa.” Baby bag and thermos in tow, Kurt waited while Ben punched some numbers on his toy phone before taking his hand. “Nono, Ben and Papa benfday. Kiss bye-bye!” he finished smacking an open mouthed kiss on his toy.
Kurt laughed as they walked outside to find Noah waving goodbye to the couple who lived across from Kurt’s. Ben let go of his hand to run and wrap himself around Noah’s legs.
“Nono, Ben and Papa go benfday, Nono!” Noah laughed and hefted Ben up to his arms.
“Did you find his crib, Noah?”
“It’s already in the car. Do you want me to pack these?” Noah asked making Ben squeal every time he blew a raspberry on the baby’s face.
“No, I’ll get it. Just…” The shrill of his cell cut him off. That was great, just great. As if they weren’t already running late. “It’s my dad.”
“Talk to him. I got Ben.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Kurt said already rushing back to the house to set the alarm and lock the door. “Hi, dad.”
“Hey, kiddo. How are you, my grandson and that boyfriend of yours doing, son?”
Oh, Lord, the world was coming to an end if his dad was ready to admit Noah was in fact a good enough boyfriend material for his son. “We’re fine, dad, as you’ll be able to see for yourself once we get to your house.”
“I know, son, but you’re already running late.”
“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” Alarm code punched, Kurt looked around the room to see if everything was in order before he locked up. “We’re all packed to go as soon as you tell me why you’re calling if you know we’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Ouch, kiddo, I’m sorry for ruining your plans of only talking to me in another couple of hours.”
“Sorry, dad. It’s been a long morning,” Kurt apologized full of genuine regret. “Is there anything you need us to get on the way over?”
“No, son, everything is under control here. I actually got a call from your brother telling me to tell you not to pack Ben’s crib because your mom and I got him a new bed.”
“Oh, dad; you shouldn’t have.”
“Of course I should. I’ll sleep much better knowing the kid will be comfortable here.”
“And you set it in my bedroom,” Kurt smiled watching Noah and Ben run after each other in their driveway.
“Not far from your own bed. The rules around here haven’t changed just because you and your brother moved out, kid,” his dad admitted with that tone of voice that made Kurt picture him with his lips curved into a smug smile. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, son. Your mother is sending her love. Drive safe.”
“I will, dad, and I love you guys too. See you soon.”
“Everything okay?” Noah asked, hauling Ben up in his arms once Kurt rejoined them outside.
“Yeah, he just wanted to tell me we won’t be needing Ben’s crib. He got him a bed.” The reddish tint spreading along Noah’s cheeks was just lovely, but it confused the hell out of Kurt. “Are you okay, Noah?”
“Yes, I’ll just, ah, unpack the crib then. You get Ben ready to go.”
All Kurt had planned was to take Ben from Noah’s arms and get him in his car sear while Noah got through their luggage to get the damned crib out, but Kurt’s libido had other ways of dealing with this unsettling need to touch Noah now.
Yeah, he got Ben, but before Noah could step away from them, Kurt wrapped a hand around the back of his boyfriend’s head and pulled it down so their lips could meet in a kiss that was neither hot nor passionate, just an ordinary kiss like many others they had shared on the course of the last ten months. Something simple, almost innocent, and that should be treasured with everything they had because that was the kind of kiss loaded with everything Kurt was still too afraid to share with Noah, but that he couldn’t see himself sharing with another.
When he felt Noah’s minute smile against his lips before his boyfriend sighed a heartfelt Princess and wrapped both his arms around him and their kid deepening the kiss, Kurt was positive this time Noah had finally gotten it:
Kurt wanted them to last forever.
*g*l*e*e*
End of Part 1b; to be continued in Part 2.