Benfay - Part 2: A BTSB Story
Title: Benfday: Part 2 - A BTSB Story
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: a light R
Word Count: ~1430 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. 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!
Author's note 2: Thank you guys for your amazing support, even if I'm still in need of catching up with your beloved feedback. I hope to have a less hectic week at school (meaning that hopefully my students won't mess with their homework... too much) and put things here in order. Until then, thanks yet again for taking your time to read this fic and talk to me!
*g*l*e*e*
“And this one?”
A sob: “B-Ben.”
A hug, “That’s good, little buddy. What color is Ben wearing after Papa got him all cleaned up?”
“’Ran-range.”
“Yeah, little buddy, you’re wearing orange now. And Nono? What color am I wearing now?”
“Gwen.”
“Good, so this M&M goes…”
“Here.” Ben lets the M&M fall on the green pile on his left. “Dis, Nono?”
A finger poking their baby’s nose. “What color is this, baby?”
“Bu… Buu.”
“Not blue, kiddo. Try again.”
Bottom lip trembling and a fat tear falling; a large hand running on the baby’s blond head.
“No need to cry, son. Nono helps you: pur…”
“Pur… purpe.”
“Yeah, that’s right! And who gets this one?”
“Papa.”
And just like that the pile apparently belonging to Kurt got a little bit higher as Ben whimpered and brushed the back of his hand along his red, runny nose, his eyes red from both crying and the lack of sleep.
How could Ben keep doing this, finding new ways to make Kurt love him more and more each day without even trying?
The wonders of giving birth to a little someone so perfect and wonderful, Kurt thought, taking the last couple of steps to join his family at the rest area while they waited for their car to get cleaned after the incident involving a can of Coke, peanut butter sandwiches and the kid making colorful piles of M&Ms on the table they were sitting at.
“Will Papa have to eat all this chocolate by himself?” Kurt asked running a hand on Ben’s soft hair before sitting next to Noah.
“Pa-Papa,” Ben whimpered, glistening, trembling lips squeezed into a tight pout as the tears reddening his eyes were set free.
Yeah, car incidents or not Kurt couldn’t stay mad at his baby for too long.
“Oh, my precious baby; don’t cry. Papa is here,” Kurt cooed picking up and swinging his crying son back and forth in his arms. “See what happens when you don’t obey Papa? I just hate it when I have to give you time-out, baby.”
“So-soy, Pa-pa.”
“Papa knows, baby; Papa knows,” Kurt said kissing the wet cheek lying on his shoulder. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Ben.”
From over the baby’s head, Kurt caught Noah’s smiling face showering them with a kind of devotion that made whatever crisis they had been facing seem less of a burden, so Kurt smiled back at him.
“Really, Noah; M&Ms? We don’t want to reward him when he does something wrong.”
His boyfriend shrugged and leaned back against the table, lifting his closed eyes up to the sun. “He didn’t have any, princess. Besides, I bet he got so scared he will never touch a can of Coke again until he gets old enough to open one without squirting it all over himself… and over the people next to him.”
“Sweet Versace; I had to clean my baby at a rest stop. I had to get cleaned up at a rest stop. I had to wash my hair at a rest stop!” Noah laughed and caressed the baby’s head. “It’s so not funny, Puckerman. Watch it if I’ll share any of my M&Ms with you. By the way, why is my pile so high?”
“There’s no beige MM, princess, and since you’re wearing beige now, you get every M&M that is not green or orange.”
“This is off white, you blind dork.”
“Whatever, princess; for me what really matters is that the kiddo had stopped crying until you popped up back here.”
“So I guess it means I have to thank you.”
“Not thanks needed, Kurt. So long as you share the stuff that is really important… And I don’t mean just the sex,” he added with a wicked wink that did nothing to subdue the longing and the hope in his voice.
Kurt wanted to cry right along with his son.
“So long as you… do the same for me,” Kurt kind of asked, kind of pointed out, but surely wanted to make it clear to Noah this was him, Kurt, voicing with the same fears, the same… the same longing and hope that he too wanted this, wanted them badly enough to be having this conversation at a rest stop from all places.
And maybe, just maybe, it could actually work out in the end because this rest stop with its overpriced greasy food and tacky outdoor furniture, lost somewhere between Columbus and Lima was a neutral ground miles from where this, them, had first started.
Miles from where they had ended in a heap of cheap cologne and wasted tears on Noah’s living room floor for the last time before (as Noah had so crudely stated that night Kurt and Ben had knocked on his door to fight tooth and nail for their place back into Noah’s life) they got their shit together.
“I wonder… I want to… Why, why another man, Noah? I could have handled it if it had been a woman, but another man? I…”
“You’ve always known it had been another man,” Noah half asked, half stated with a small, sad smile, far from being really surprised, but still…
“Yes. That night I could smell his cologne all over you… over your place. Up to that point I had wanted to believe I was the only man you had ever had sex with, but it’s not true… right?”
There was a slight red tint spreading along Noah’s strong cheekbones, but he held Kurt’s stare with enough dignity to gain, if possible, more of Kurt’s admiration and respect.
“No, you weren’t the first. And before you ask, I didn’t start fucking other men because of you. But at some point, after you and Sam got married, they wouldn’t do until I found something of yours in them.”
Kurt’s turn to have his eyes well up with tears he brushed away against Ben’s hair, his son’s even breath acting as a buffer to his aching heart after what had to be the most fucked up romantic thing Noah had ever told him. “I had no idea. Did Sam…?”
“Yeah, but he also knew how fucking in love you were with him and that I would never be a threat to him or to what you... had. Besides I’d never do to Sam what I did to Finn, Kurt.”
Kurt nodded and waited until Noah got hold of himself, got comfortable with the knowledge that Kurt would have the power to use whatever else he had to say for or against them. After that morning, Kurt couldn’t really blame him.
“With Quinn I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing. But with you… it would have hurt you, Kurt. And I, I couldn’t… wouldn’t hurt you.”
After that, what else was there for Kurt to say?
Nothing, so he just moved his body closer to Noah’s, careful not to joist Ben awake, and leaned against his lover’s side, waiting for Noah to wrap his arms around Kurt and their sleeping child and make things better again, stop hurting so much.
When he finally did, Kurt smiled and kissed his neck. “You call Finn back and undo whatever stupid thing you did this morning, Puckerman.”
“And why would I have called your brother, Hummel?”
The cockiness and amused relief winning over the fear that up to a few moments ago had marred his lover’s voice made Kurt smile happy.
“Oh, please, as if Finn would remember Ben had a portable crib to be packed for this trip.”
Noah laughed and kissed his hair. “You got me there, princess. But no worries; I talked to him before your dad called.”
“So we’re all good?”
“We’re all good, princess.”
Noah was so relaxed running his fingers along Kurt’s arm that Kurt didn’t have the heart to tell him his father had probably gotten wind of whatever had been told to his brother. And Kurt wouldn’t dwell on the consequences it would bring to himself either.
He would just close his eyes and enjoy he sun bathing his face in the company of the man he saw himself spending the rest of his life with and their sleeping son until it was time to pack everything that mattered to them - the M&Ms (Ben’s peace offering) included - and hit the road back to Lima, the place where Kurt would do his best to forge great new memories to start this brand new chapter in their lives.
*g*l*e*e*
End of Part 2; to be continued in Part 3.
Author: Dri
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, past Sam/Kurt
Rating: a light R
Word Count: ~1430 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. 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!
Author's note 2: Thank you guys for your amazing support, even if I'm still in need of catching up with your beloved feedback. I hope to have a less hectic week at school (meaning that hopefully my students won't mess with their homework... too much) and put things here in order. Until then, thanks yet again for taking your time to read this fic and talk to me!
*g*l*e*e*
“And this one?”
A sob: “B-Ben.”
A hug, “That’s good, little buddy. What color is Ben wearing after Papa got him all cleaned up?”
“’Ran-range.”
“Yeah, little buddy, you’re wearing orange now. And Nono? What color am I wearing now?”
“Gwen.”
“Good, so this M&M goes…”
“Here.” Ben lets the M&M fall on the green pile on his left. “Dis, Nono?”
A finger poking their baby’s nose. “What color is this, baby?”
“Bu… Buu.”
“Not blue, kiddo. Try again.”
Bottom lip trembling and a fat tear falling; a large hand running on the baby’s blond head.
“No need to cry, son. Nono helps you: pur…”
“Pur… purpe.”
“Yeah, that’s right! And who gets this one?”
“Papa.”
And just like that the pile apparently belonging to Kurt got a little bit higher as Ben whimpered and brushed the back of his hand along his red, runny nose, his eyes red from both crying and the lack of sleep.
How could Ben keep doing this, finding new ways to make Kurt love him more and more each day without even trying?
The wonders of giving birth to a little someone so perfect and wonderful, Kurt thought, taking the last couple of steps to join his family at the rest area while they waited for their car to get cleaned after the incident involving a can of Coke, peanut butter sandwiches and the kid making colorful piles of M&Ms on the table they were sitting at.
“Will Papa have to eat all this chocolate by himself?” Kurt asked running a hand on Ben’s soft hair before sitting next to Noah.
“Pa-Papa,” Ben whimpered, glistening, trembling lips squeezed into a tight pout as the tears reddening his eyes were set free.
Yeah, car incidents or not Kurt couldn’t stay mad at his baby for too long.
“Oh, my precious baby; don’t cry. Papa is here,” Kurt cooed picking up and swinging his crying son back and forth in his arms. “See what happens when you don’t obey Papa? I just hate it when I have to give you time-out, baby.”
“So-soy, Pa-pa.”
“Papa knows, baby; Papa knows,” Kurt said kissing the wet cheek lying on his shoulder. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Ben.”
From over the baby’s head, Kurt caught Noah’s smiling face showering them with a kind of devotion that made whatever crisis they had been facing seem less of a burden, so Kurt smiled back at him.
“Really, Noah; M&Ms? We don’t want to reward him when he does something wrong.”
His boyfriend shrugged and leaned back against the table, lifting his closed eyes up to the sun. “He didn’t have any, princess. Besides, I bet he got so scared he will never touch a can of Coke again until he gets old enough to open one without squirting it all over himself… and over the people next to him.”
“Sweet Versace; I had to clean my baby at a rest stop. I had to get cleaned up at a rest stop. I had to wash my hair at a rest stop!” Noah laughed and caressed the baby’s head. “It’s so not funny, Puckerman. Watch it if I’ll share any of my M&Ms with you. By the way, why is my pile so high?”
“There’s no beige MM, princess, and since you’re wearing beige now, you get every M&M that is not green or orange.”
“This is off white, you blind dork.”
“Whatever, princess; for me what really matters is that the kiddo had stopped crying until you popped up back here.”
“So I guess it means I have to thank you.”
“Not thanks needed, Kurt. So long as you share the stuff that is really important… And I don’t mean just the sex,” he added with a wicked wink that did nothing to subdue the longing and the hope in his voice.
Kurt wanted to cry right along with his son.
“So long as you… do the same for me,” Kurt kind of asked, kind of pointed out, but surely wanted to make it clear to Noah this was him, Kurt, voicing with the same fears, the same… the same longing and hope that he too wanted this, wanted them badly enough to be having this conversation at a rest stop from all places.
And maybe, just maybe, it could actually work out in the end because this rest stop with its overpriced greasy food and tacky outdoor furniture, lost somewhere between Columbus and Lima was a neutral ground miles from where this, them, had first started.
Miles from where they had ended in a heap of cheap cologne and wasted tears on Noah’s living room floor for the last time before (as Noah had so crudely stated that night Kurt and Ben had knocked on his door to fight tooth and nail for their place back into Noah’s life) they got their shit together.
“I wonder… I want to… Why, why another man, Noah? I could have handled it if it had been a woman, but another man? I…”
“You’ve always known it had been another man,” Noah half asked, half stated with a small, sad smile, far from being really surprised, but still…
“Yes. That night I could smell his cologne all over you… over your place. Up to that point I had wanted to believe I was the only man you had ever had sex with, but it’s not true… right?”
There was a slight red tint spreading along Noah’s strong cheekbones, but he held Kurt’s stare with enough dignity to gain, if possible, more of Kurt’s admiration and respect.
“No, you weren’t the first. And before you ask, I didn’t start fucking other men because of you. But at some point, after you and Sam got married, they wouldn’t do until I found something of yours in them.”
Kurt’s turn to have his eyes well up with tears he brushed away against Ben’s hair, his son’s even breath acting as a buffer to his aching heart after what had to be the most fucked up romantic thing Noah had ever told him. “I had no idea. Did Sam…?”
“Yeah, but he also knew how fucking in love you were with him and that I would never be a threat to him or to what you... had. Besides I’d never do to Sam what I did to Finn, Kurt.”
Kurt nodded and waited until Noah got hold of himself, got comfortable with the knowledge that Kurt would have the power to use whatever else he had to say for or against them. After that morning, Kurt couldn’t really blame him.
“With Quinn I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing. But with you… it would have hurt you, Kurt. And I, I couldn’t… wouldn’t hurt you.”
After that, what else was there for Kurt to say?
Nothing, so he just moved his body closer to Noah’s, careful not to joist Ben awake, and leaned against his lover’s side, waiting for Noah to wrap his arms around Kurt and their sleeping child and make things better again, stop hurting so much.
When he finally did, Kurt smiled and kissed his neck. “You call Finn back and undo whatever stupid thing you did this morning, Puckerman.”
“And why would I have called your brother, Hummel?”
The cockiness and amused relief winning over the fear that up to a few moments ago had marred his lover’s voice made Kurt smile happy.
“Oh, please, as if Finn would remember Ben had a portable crib to be packed for this trip.”
Noah laughed and kissed his hair. “You got me there, princess. But no worries; I talked to him before your dad called.”
“So we’re all good?”
“We’re all good, princess.”
Noah was so relaxed running his fingers along Kurt’s arm that Kurt didn’t have the heart to tell him his father had probably gotten wind of whatever had been told to his brother. And Kurt wouldn’t dwell on the consequences it would bring to himself either.
He would just close his eyes and enjoy he sun bathing his face in the company of the man he saw himself spending the rest of his life with and their sleeping son until it was time to pack everything that mattered to them - the M&Ms (Ben’s peace offering) included - and hit the road back to Lima, the place where Kurt would do his best to forge great new memories to start this brand new chapter in their lives.
*g*l*e*e*
End of Part 2; to be continued in Part 3.