Weekly Writing Challenge 6/27/11-7/3/11
Welcome to the first weekly writing challenge!
If you haven't read the Challenge Description post please read it here.
This week's theme will be: FUTURE FICS
and our five prompts will be:
- "It's not mine, but I'd like to be with you-- be with the both you-- anyways."
- figuring out sexual positions ladydreamer
- Older siblings' reactions to the news/baby pterawaters
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If you haven't read the Challenge Description post please read it here.
This week's theme will be: FUTURE FICS
and our five prompts will be:
- "It's not mine, but I'd like to be with you-- be with the both you-- anyways."
- figuring out sexual positions ladydreamer
- Older siblings' reactions to the news/baby pterawaters
- ( Read more... )
TItle: We're Not Naming Her Drizzle
Pair: Klaine, Finncedes
Finn looked down where his brother was sitting on the floor with Blaine and their nephews, and looking like he’d been thrown through through the washer a few too many times. They had just picked the two men up from the airport a few hours ago, and Finn guessed that the tour had wiped him out. Blaine was a ball of energy, as always, and chased the boys around until they almost knocked over a lamp and Kurt signaled for them to settle down before Mercedes came out there to give them a whooping.
Finn came over to sit with his sons, and pulled his youngest, Chris, into his lap. “Stop wigglin’!”
Blaine laughed and pulled his socked feet underneath him. “Listen to your dad.”
“I don’t wanna go to bed!” Chris complained. James jumped up and down shaking his head. Unfortunately his little brother didn’t know the game yet.
Finn shook him from side to side. “Hey! Who said anything about bed? I figured we were gonna stay up all night!”
“Some of us, maybe,” Kurt said. He leaned back against the sofa and draped his arm on his knee. “The rest of us need our beauty sleep.”
“Poor baby,” Blaine teased. Kurt shot him a peevish look.
Finn chuckled. “It’s good to see you guys. I’m not sure if I remember the last time you were in town.”
“We dropped by at Christmas,” Kurt said. Then he frowned and scratched the back of his head. “Wait...”
“I was here at Christmas. You got stuck at the airport after the show,” Blaine reminded him.
“Oh. Right.” Kurt closed his eyes. “Stupid airlines.”
“Why don’t you guys go get ready for bed?” Finn suggested. He lifted Chris to his feet and swatted his rear. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
“C’mon!” James ordered, reaching for Chris’ hand.
“They’re adorable,” Blaine said when the boys had left.
“Unn.” Kurt’s eyes popped open suddenly, to a chorus of laughter from Blaine and Finn. “Oh, shut up.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so exhausted,” Finn said. “I guess we had to wear the Energizer Penguin down sometime. Are you writing in between shows again?”
“I’ve been trying. It’s not for lack of ideas. The mind is willing, but the body is weak.”
Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt’s back. “He’s getting a forced vacation. So we might spend a little time around here, if you and Mercedes don’t mind.”
“Like Mercy’s going to say no to putting up her best friend.” Finn scooted closer to them. He worked a lot at the garage now, as a co-owner, and Kurt worked like a madman, so he didn’t get to see his brother as often as he would like. “Look at you. You need a vacation.”
“Oh. I’m just... you know.” Kurt yawned and slumped over on Blaine. “Just a little pregnant.”
Finn threw his head back and laughed. Earlier that evening, Mercedes had poked his side and teased him a little about thickening up finally, and Kurt hadn’t taken that too well. At least he was getting a sense of humor about it now. He didn’t even look bad. Not that Finn would look at his brother that way. But they all had to get older sometime, even their Peter Pan of stage and screen.
“I think the squealers aren’t the only ones who need to be put to bed.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead.
“Aw, he can make it a little longer.” Finn knocked Kurt’s arm lightly.
“Long flight,” Kurt murmured.
“Yeah? Screaming babies on the plane?”
Kurt covered his face.
“It’s different when they’re yours,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand.
“Not that much,” Finn laughed. “Not when they won’t stop screaming. I thought Chris’s colic was going to kill us both.”
“See? Finn is honest, at least,” Kurt said.
Blaine rolled his eyes. “Oh, fine. I don’t think they’re that bad.”
“They’re cuter once they learn to talk.” Kurt looked up and smiled as he saw his nephews tromping back in. “Oh, Chris. Sweetie! C’mere, and lemme see those pjs.”
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Chris ran over and dropped down in front of Kurt. He was wearing lavender pajamas with a little redheaded girl with giant brown eyes, dark skin with freckles, kitty ears, and a wand.
“Is that Kaina the Kitty Witch?” Kurt smiled fondly.
“Yeah! She’s my favorite! I was her for Halloween!” Chris squealed.
“Were you? I totally want pictures!” Kurt opened his arms. “Gimme a hug, kiddo. You’ve gotten so big since I saw you last.”
Chris leapt into Kurt’s lap, causing Blaine to sit up in alarm. “Careful there, Chris.”
“We’re good.” Kurt wrapped his arms around Chris and gave him a big hug. “Did you know I wrote the pilot for Kaina the Kitty Witch?”
“Yeah! Daddy said you did!”
“And did you see her friend Chris? He comes in later. I did his voice, too.”
“Yes! That’s me!’
“Yep. Your daddy told me you liked the show, so when I got to write another episode, I thought, who would Kaina like to play with?”
“I wish I was Kaina. I’d have so many powers!”
“It would be fun, huh?” Kurt kissed his cheek. “Your mama gonna sing you to sleep?”
“She always does.” Chris curled his hands by his mouth and giggled.
Mercedes came out and put her arms around James from behind. “You boys gonna stay up a little while longer?”
“We are. I dunno if Kurt can make it,” Finn teased. Mercedes came over to the sofa and sat with one hand on James, one on Finn, who turned his head back and gave her a lingering kiss.
“Ew!” James complained.
Finn grabbed James and gave him a squeeze. James was getting a little old to be smothered in parental affection, but he wasn’t there yet. Chris, of course, just giggled madly and ate it all up.
“Maybe I should go up with the kids,” Kurt said. “Will you sing me to sleep too, Mercedes?”
“Aww. I sure will, boo.” She petted his hair. “But later. I gotta get these two to bed. I have an appointment in the morning.”
“I’ll help.” Kurt leaned back and kissed her cheek, then pushed himself up and lifted Chris up onto his hip. Blaine started to rise as well, eyes wide.
“I’m fine,” Kurt scoffed as he waved Blaine off. “Don’t gossip too much without me.”
Finn stood to give his little boy a kiss and ruffle his braids before Uncle Kurt walked off with him. “Sleep tight, guys.”
Blaine let his head drop back against the sofa and watched Kurt, Mercedes, and the kids leave. He seemed a little more concerned than was necessary for his husband to just be going upstairs.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Finn asked.
“What? Oh, yeah. Well, and I probably should make sure he gets some rest.”
“He’s really been busting it, huh? Was the tour that hard on him?”
“You know how he is.” Blaine stood. “I’m up for awhile, though. Wanna grab some beers and play some of your kids’ video games?”
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It was Mercedes’ turn with the boys tonight, so Finn had a little free time just to hang with Blaine, the way they used to when they were all in school. He’d probably be up later than her, though, so if the boys needed him, he hoped they would see the light and come bother him instead. They tended to do that, but often Chris still wanted to curl up with his mommy.
They’d gotten some levels killed when Kurt came in and dropped into the armchair.
“You ready for bed, babe?” Blaine asked. He paused the game and looked over to Kurt.
“You guys don’t have to stop. I’m a grown up. I can put myself to bed.” Kurt pulled his legs up in the chair and rested his head on the big, padded arm.
“Want a beer?” Finn offered. “Well, I have wine, too. Mercedes made sure we had a good red on hand.”
“No thanks.”
Blaine eyed Kurt for a moment. He exchanged a look with Finn, then went back to the game.
“He’s so cute,” Blaine said once they were on the next level.
Finn shot a glance over and choked back a laugh. Kurt was out cold.
“You knew he’d do that, didn’t you?”
“He hides his sleepiness about as well as your three year old.”
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“Bless his heart,” Blaine muttered.
Finn shook his head and carried Kurt into the guest room. Blaine followed and pulled the covers back so Finn could lay him on the bed. Then Blaine knelt by the bed, caressed Kurt’s cheek, and moved down to remove his belt. His hands moved gently over Kurt’s stomach and sides, and he pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him be.
Blaine was quiet as they left the room, crossing his arms, the lines of his body speaking to deep worry. Finn put his hand on his shoulder and walked out with him, leaving the door open in case Kurt needed anything. He knew what it was like to worry about his partner when she was down or overworked.
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Finn was in the kitchen whipping some eggs with a whisk when he heard retching from the hallway bathroom. He set the bowl on the counter, scanned around for wicked, sneaky cats, then went to check it out.
The boys were on the couch watching cartoons, so neither of them was sick. He placed a hand on James’ head and looked at the half opened door.
“Uncle Kurt’s got the flu,” James said.
“Poor Uncle Kurt.” Finn shook his head. “He wasn’t feeling too good last night, either. Maybe he caught something on the plane.”
“Maybe.”
Finn went to go get a damp cloth, then returned and knocked on the door. “You decent?”
“What?” Kurt opened the door and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He hadn’t changed from the night before, and his hair was standing up.
“Here.” Finn handed him the cold cloth.
“Ohhh. Thanks.” He took the cloth and leaned over the sink to brush his teeth. He gagged once, rinsed his mouth out, then stepped back to sit on the edge of the tub.
“You need to take care of yourself, dude. Blaine’s gonna have a heart attack.” Finn lowered the lid and sat on the toilet.
Kurt rubbed the cold cloth over his forehead, then the back of his neck. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“You hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Then why don’t you go back to bed?”
“We’re meeting Dad and Carole this morning.”
“He’d rather you rest, if you’re sick,” Finn insisted. “I’ll invite them over for dinner, or something. Blaine said that you guys might be staying awhile longer?”
“Yeah, probably. If you guys don’t mind. I’m not excited to get back on a plane right away.” Kurt cupped his cheek. “You think this is bad, you should have seen me on the plane. Dead on Exorcist impression.”
“Well, that’s what’s screwin’ you up, then. No sleep on the plane and all that throwing up, weeks straight of shows, you barely ate at dinner, and you’re not hungry now. Your electrolytes are probably all messed up.” Finn reached over and felt Kurt’s head. “You don’t have a fever.”
“Nope.” Kurt looked over to his brother.
“Am I gonna have to carry you to bed again?”
“Is that how I got in the bedroom?” Kurt rubbed his forehead. “No. You don’t. I’ll go. I just don’t want Dad worrying.”
“It’s what he does. He’s a professional worrier. Especially about us. Especially about you.” Finn rose and took Kurt’s hand to pull him up. They walked out of the bathroom together, and met Blaine-- eye-rubbing, sleepy mumbling Blaine-- in the hallway.
“Oh, hay, honey.” Blaine looked up at Kurt fondly, then frowned and wrapped his arms around him. “How are you feeling?”
“Run over by a truck.”
“It’s not forever. It’ll get better soon,” Blaine promised. He pecked Kurt on the lips and petted the back of his head.
“Has to, right? Papa Finn is sending me back to bed.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” Blaine kissed his forehead. “Sleep a little more, and I’ll make you some toast when you wake up.”
Kurt sagged into Blaine’s arms, causing him to laugh a little at the “Mmph” sound he got as an answer. Finn patted his back, hopeful that getting some rest for a change would do the trick for his brother.
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Even on a Saturday, people needed their cars fixed. Finn went into work a little later on the weekends, so he left the boys with Blaine, who seemed eager to look after them and left to do a few quick fluid changes and tire rotations.
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“Hey. How’s it going?” Finn sat on the arm of the chair. “Does Blaine know you’re awake? Have you eaten?”
“That’s a lot of questions. Um... Better. No. And no.”
Finn squeezed Kurt’s shoulder. “We have some soup. Why don’t you try that?”
“You don’t have to cook for me. I can manage.”
“Who’s cooking? It’s from a can.”
Kurt laughed softly, and Finn smiled down on him. Kurt set the tea aside and pushed himself out of the chair. “When does Mercedes get home?”
“On Saturday? Whenever they can pry her away. Technically she doesn’t work on Saturdays, but...”
“She’s devoted to her work. Like me. I’m not surprised. She’s doing good things and helping a lot of kids.” Kurt crossed his arms over himself and headed toward the kitchen, where he proceeded to start poking around through things. “How about I just start dinner?”
“Dude, you just slept for about, what? 18 hours? Are you up to playing chef?”
“It was more like twelve, give or take. And I don’t want to alarm you, but that’s not unheard of after coming off tour.” Kurt reached up for the cabinet. “Which is whyyy I won’t be doing it for a while. Where’s your coffee?”
Finn put his hands on his hips as he thought about where Merc kept the good stuff, but got distracted. By Kurt’s top lifting up as he reached into the cupboard. By the little curve at his middle where washboard abs had been before. Finn tilted his head to the side and stared ungraciously.
“Have you been to a doctor?”
“I’m fine. I swear.” He set down a few pans and poked his head in the refrigerator. “Starving, now, but fine. I’ll get dinner going for Mercedes and have a snack. I do know how to take care of myself, believe it or not.”
Finn crossed his arms. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Kurt looked up, then his tongue peeked out for a moment before he sucked in his lower lip. He shut the door and sighed. “I told you. Um. Well, I guess I didn’t try very hard to tell you.”
“You didn’t answer the question. You have been to a doctor,” Finn said. He wasn’t as dumb as people still assumed he was. Marriage, running a business, and raising two energetic little boys changed a person. He juggled a lot of things now that required much more of his mental faculties than football and Glee had, back in the day. “Is it... Kurt, are you? Um. Okay?”
Kurt circled his lips and blew some air out slowly, stalling. “I’m okay. I’m just pregnant,” he said.
And this time, Finn didn’t laugh. He just looked into Kurt’s eyes and felt his heart speeding up and wondered how the hell this hadn’t happened sooner. He didn’t know that Kurt had the gene that allowed some guys to get pregnant, but it seemed obvious that he would. Maybe that was stereotypical. Hell, Finn hadn’t even heard about the gene until he was in his mid-twenties, it was so rare. The only other guy Finn had known this to happen to was a big burly football player.
“Does Burt know?”
Kurt shook his head. “Haven’t had the chance to tell him.”
Finn nodded and stepped closer to Kurt. “Did you know...?”
“That I could get pregnant? Well, Blaine’s family has the gene, and even though we’re usually very careful, it was likely that I’d pick it up from him at some point. So yes and no.”
Finn ran his hand through his hair and looked down at the floor. Okay, so Blaine had the gene, so they’d expected that an accident would mean that Blaine would be the one...
He looked up at his brother’s anxious face and hooked a lopsided grin.
“This is so cool.” Finn grabbed Kurt in a big hug. “You’re a dad!”
Kurt giggled and seemed to relax a little.
“Man. So... I take it the forced vacation talk means you’re keeping it?”
“Oh. Yeah. We talked about that for a little while. We found out while I was touring, so when Blaine was able to join me, we hashed out whether it was doable right now... and if we wanted to.” Kurt smoothed a hand down his shirt and smiled apprehensively. “So I guess... I’m doing this.”
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“Thanks.” Kurt rubbed the back of his neck, then bit his lips. “It’s a lot to process. Well, of course you know!”
“Yeah, I know. Man, when Mercy got pregnant for the first time, I thought... Hell, when I thought Quinn was having my baby...” Finn shook his head. “I don’t know if I can even explain how it felt.”
“I remember. I was there. Giving you songs to sing that didn’t help at all!”
“Hey. They made me feel better. Until Quinn got kicked out of the house.”
“Too bad they don’t make songs for my situation.” Kurt held his hands up. “Oh. My. God! I’m growing a pumpkin in my belly! Then I’ll be responsible for its continued survival!”
Finn shook with laughter. “Shut up. You’re great with Chris and James.” He paused and squeezed Kurt’s arm. Knowing why he looked so tired helped. “No wonder Blaine’s worried.”
“He doesn’t know how to act yet. I was trying to get enough rest on the tour, but it’s just impossible. I want to keep working, but it’s going to have to be in a different way, at least for a while. I can always write.” Kurt moved back to the refrigerator and grabbed an apple. “Blaine thinks I’m going to hand her off to him and then run back on stage and vice versa, but it’s going to be harder than that. ”
Finn raised a brow as Kurt started to devour the apple. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing how challenging and rewarding this was going to be for his brother. Kurt and Blaine had the biggest hearts in the world, and they would dote on this little baby with everything they had.
He wasn’t even worried about their careers. They were a well-oiled unit, and they’d work out making everyone in the family. Just as he had with Mercedes and the devotion she’d found to psychiatry she’d found at college. Helping support Mercedes finish med school when James was on the way had been worth it for them all. They made sure their family still had its mother, and Mercedes could still devote some probono hours for at risk youth who needed a professional to talk to. If Finn had learned anything from his step-father, it was that the family pulled together, and to be a family, everyone’s needs were considered.
Kurt and Blaine would figure that out. They were already trying to guess at what the balance would be and how to keep their partner happy.
He poked his head in the fridge. “Merc stocked up on lean meats and fish. She knows how picky you guys are.”
“Let’s get this going.” Kurt pulled out the cutting board.
“Did you say her?” Finn asked.
Kurt turned around, pressed his hand to his stomach and bounced. “Yes! It’s a girl.”
“Awesome. Break up all this dudeliness. Mercedes and Mom will be thrilled.”
“Think it’s kind of amazing you’re including me in the dudeliness.” Kurt opened the package of chicken. The back of his hand quickly went over his mouth and nose and he turned away. “Oh. No.”
“I can cut up the chicken.” Finn moved his brother to the side. “Get some of the lemon juice out of the fridge.”
“Lemon chicken?”
“No. Put it on that dishtowel and cover your mouth with it,” Finn directed. “It’ll help.”
“My wise older brother.”
Finn chuckled. “Your older brother who’s done this twice.”
“But we’re not naming her Drizzle.”
“Aww, c’mon! It’s my dream. Even if Mercy had another baby and it was a girl, she’d name it something not as cool... like Carole.”
“Forget it.”
“So you’re going to name her Patty? Barbara?”
“Maybe Beyonce.”
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FINNCEDES?! I totally approve, but I'm clutching ALL THE PEARLS RIGHT NOW. I am SHOCKED by you, madame! (p.s. I love it)
OK, I don't normally read future fic. IDK why... I've nothing against it, but I digress. Something about grown-up Klaine ~*having babies*~ makes my heart warm and my eyes misty. I think about how wonderful and beautiful they are now and how they will only get better with time omg my creys I can't even. Plus, I kinda love grown-up, daddy, smart!Finn. THIS is why I can love him even when he's wishy-washy and/or douchey... because I know that one day, he'll be THIS. *wails*
wicked, sneaky cats!!! tee hee hee hee
Beyonce Elizabeth Drizzle Anderson-Hummelson = best baby ever. I am so Puck right now.
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Daddy!Finn has employees, a toddler, and an eight year old. He has to be able to work things out. Blaine is gonna be a superdaddy, too.
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1) Blaine WILL be a superdaddy. He will wear lil Beyonce all over everywhere in his modern!papoose and will make Blaine!faces when people tell him how beautiful she is.
2) Kurt with a pregnancy glow will be SO GORGEOUS HE WILL BE INHUMAN. THE SUN WILL HIDE IN SHAME.
3) You have a CrissColfer icon. ... I don't even have one! I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS 'SHIP
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2) I giggled at this. I can imagine it, too.
3) They're just PRETTY, okay?
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Klaine with their nephews is too adorable!
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Oh, Blainers.
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