Kurt/Mike Summer Fest Fic
It’s Like a Gay Parent Trap
Author: Icheb_lover
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Kurt/Mike, Mercedes/Quinn, mentions of Mike/OFC and Kurt/OMCs
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1400 (this chapter)
Summary: Written for the Kurt/Mike summer fic fest. Based on these prompts: (1)15 to 20 years down the line, Mike's almost-teenaged kid meets Kurt's godchild
Romantic shenanigans ensue. (Added bonus Details: If Mike's bisexual and had a loving, fulfilled relationship with the sprog's mom, but they split, though are still friends; Kurt's godchild is Finn's kid, because I can imagine Finn and Kurt staying friends after all that high school drama - not Rachel's though, or if it is, Finn/Rachel have split and she loves her kid but prefers her career and has given Finn custody) and (72) Quinn and Mercedes matchmaking.
A/N: I deviated from the first prompt a little bit, so that it would fit better with prompt 72. In this case, Billie is Kurt’s biological daughter, though he gave up his parental rights so that Quinn could adopt her. However, Finn and Kurt are still friends, and Finn is not married to Rachel.
SLAM!
Pat pat pat pat pat pat..
BANG !
Mercedes Jones looked up from her magazine. Her fourteen year old daughter, Billie, had slammed the front door on her way in from school, run straight upstairs, and slammed her bedroom door shut.
Clearly, her first day of school at William McKinley High School had not gone well.
Mercedes sighed, and looked at her wife, Quinn Fabray, who was standing at the kitchen counter, finishing up the dishes.
“Are you taking this one, or should I?”
Quinn turned around, raising a fine blond eyebrow. She sighed.
“Would you talk to her? She still blames me for the move from Cincinnati.”
Mercedes finished her coffee in one gulp, and got up from her chair with a groan.
She kissed Quinn softly, pulling her in for a big hug, holding Quinn tight to her ample bosom.
“She’ll forgive you soon enough, once she makes some friends and gets settled in. You’ll see.”
“I know.” Quinn squeezed Mercedes back. “Now go deal with our daughter. I’ll make dinner.”
“Stuffed chicken breast?”
“We’ll see… you forgot to get groceries last night.”
The lights in Billie’s room were turned off, but there was a definite lump on the bed. Mercedes came in slowly, and sat down gingerly on the edge, wishing that they’d bought Billie a queen for these little mother/daughter chats.
There was silence for only a few minutes, before Billie turned around in the bed, resting her mop of fine curls on her mother’s knee. She turned her head up, the skin around her eyes puffy from crying.
“I hate this town. I want to go home.”
Mercedes pulled her daughter into a tight hug. Billie started crying again. Mercedes soothed her hands down her Billie’s back, making small circles, left, then right, till the tears ceased.
“I know, hon. But you know we had to move, to help out your grandma.”
“We could have put her in a nursing home.”
“What have I always told you? Family sticks together. Your grandma Judy is not going to a nursing home.”
“They all hate me.”
“Who hates you?”
“The kids at school. They all hate me.”
“They don’t know you.”
“The teacher asked about what my parents did for a living. No one spoke to me at all after I said that my mom was a social worker and my mama was a fashion designer. It was like they thought the gay was contagious or something.”
“Maybe they just felt intimidated…”
“They liked talking to me fine before they found out I have two moms. Then none of them would talk to me… Then Miss Lawrence asked about my dad.”
Mercedes squeezed Billie’s shoulder.
“What did you say.”
“That he owned a clothing store in Cincinatti. I wasn’t going to mention that he likes to wear dresses and sing women’s songs in gay bars.”
Mercedes paused for the moment, hearing the bitterness in her daughter’s voice.
“I thought you loved Kurt’s shows. You used to beg to be allowed to stay up to help him dress.”
“I do… its just, why can’t we ever be normal?”
“We are normal… we have a house and car and a mortgage… we go to church every Sunday.”
“My dad was Miss Cincinnati Sex Kitten, three years running.”
Mercedes laughed, and held Billie tight, running her hand through her daughter’s curls.
“Okay, you may have a point. It’s going to get better, love. Once they get to know you, they’re going to love you.”
She got up off the bed, and headed for the doorway.
“Get cleaned up for dinner. Your mom had better have made stuffed chicken breast.”
Sure enough, it did get better. While the first few weeks were rough (several stained shirts brought home the fact that the Slushie tradition was still going strong at WMHS), Billie eventually started talking about activities at school, and had even made a friend or two.
A Thursday afternoon a few weeks into the school year, Quinn came home from work to find Billie had a friend over. The two were sitting at the kitchen table, playing some sort of card game, covering the entire table with brightly colored playing cards.
Billie looked up when she heard the door close.
“Hi Mom. This is Russell Chang.”
Russell Chang was a well dressed Chinese-American boy with glasses, a mess of thin black hair, and an easy smile. He stood up, holding out a hand to greet Quinn properly.
“How do you do, Mrs. Jones. I’m in Gamers Club with Billie. I’m just teaching her to play Magic the Gathering.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, though it’s actually Ms. Fabray. I kept my maiden name.”
Russell blushed. “Sorry,” he said, after a second. “My Mom did the same thing. She felt that the idea that women should change their name after they married was demeaning to women, since it was a result of a system in which women became their husband’s property.”
“She lives in a lesbian commune now… I’m not allowed to visit.”
Silence.
“Would you care to stay for dinner?”
“Sure. I’m a vegetarian.”
Mercedes gave Quinn a bemused glance across the dining room table. Russell and Billie had not stopped their chatter since saying grace, covering the key issues of school life, as well as inconsequential things such as homework and classes. Mostly they talked about the role playing game the Gamers club would be playing on Wednesday afternoons, in the woods behind the school.
Mercedes cleared her throat. Time to get some information.
“Have you always lived in Lima, Russell?”
“Nah. I grew up in Boston. My dad grew up here though, so we moved back here after they divorced three years ago. It’s not so bad, but I had to get dad to drive me all the way to Columbus for the Star Trek convention.”
“You said your mother is a lesbian?” Quinn interjected.
“No, but her girlfriend is.”
“What!” Billie was laughing hysterically at her moms’ confusion.
“She’s bisexual. So is my dad, actually. They met in the GLBT group at university. They were friends first, because she thought he was gay, and he thought she was a lesbian. Then they found out they were both bisexual, sparks flew… you know how it goes. My grandparents were, like, really happy at first… since my mom’s Chinese- American too… but well, she’s not exactly the meek, subservient daughter in law they were expecting. She’s an activist… civil rights, women’s rights, gay rights, animal rights, the environment… give her an issue she’ll fight it, show her an injustice and she will not stop working to make it right. They’re still friends, but she’s living in a commune for lesbian women now, so we can’t visit her there, but she drives down to see us for holidays and stuff.”
“And your dad?”
“He’s a dancer, and he’s pretty easy going. I think he’s attracted to strong people, I think. As long as he can dance, he’s happy. He runs his own dance studio here in town… the Mike Chang studio.”
“Mike Chang… was he in Glee Club in high school? At McKinley.”
“Yep. He wanted me to join up, but I have a voice like a frog, so Gamer’s club for me. I can’t dance either. Two left feet. I think I’m a bit of a disappointment to him in that regard.”
“Is your dad seeing anyone right now?”
“Nah. It’s just the two of us at home.”
“Well, we’ll have to have you both over. Quinn and I went to school with your dad.”
Quinn could see the spark in Mercedes’ eyes across the table. She smiled; Mercedes was up to something again.
That night, as they curled up in bed, Quinn rested her head on Mercedes’ soft shoulder.
“So, hon, what’s the plan.”
“What makes you think there’s a plan.”
“I saw that look on your face. There’s a plan.”
Mercedes kissed her, deeply. “I love that you know me that well.
It’s more of an idea than a plan, really. Mike’s nice, good-looking and bisexual, and Kurt hasn’t dated anyone since that bastard Josh left him, how long ago was that?”
“Nearly three years.”
“Exactly. My boy needs someone to love. We know Mike; he’s a good guy. I just think it would be cute, that’s all.”
“Kurt’s only dated white guys before, though.”
“As I recall, so did you.”
“Oh yeah. But once you have chocolate…”
“…you never go back. Come here, you.”
After that, there was no more talking for a while.
Author: Icheb_lover
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Kurt/Mike, Mercedes/Quinn, mentions of Mike/OFC and Kurt/OMCs
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1400 (this chapter)
Summary: Written for the Kurt/Mike summer fic fest. Based on these prompts: (1)15 to 20 years down the line, Mike's almost-teenaged kid meets Kurt's godchild
Romantic shenanigans ensue. (Added bonus Details: If Mike's bisexual and had a loving, fulfilled relationship with the sprog's mom, but they split, though are still friends; Kurt's godchild is Finn's kid, because I can imagine Finn and Kurt staying friends after all that high school drama - not Rachel's though, or if it is, Finn/Rachel have split and she loves her kid but prefers her career and has given Finn custody) and (72) Quinn and Mercedes matchmaking.
A/N: I deviated from the first prompt a little bit, so that it would fit better with prompt 72. In this case, Billie is Kurt’s biological daughter, though he gave up his parental rights so that Quinn could adopt her. However, Finn and Kurt are still friends, and Finn is not married to Rachel.
SLAM!
Pat pat pat pat pat pat..
BANG !
Mercedes Jones looked up from her magazine. Her fourteen year old daughter, Billie, had slammed the front door on her way in from school, run straight upstairs, and slammed her bedroom door shut.
Clearly, her first day of school at William McKinley High School had not gone well.
Mercedes sighed, and looked at her wife, Quinn Fabray, who was standing at the kitchen counter, finishing up the dishes.
“Are you taking this one, or should I?”
Quinn turned around, raising a fine blond eyebrow. She sighed.
“Would you talk to her? She still blames me for the move from Cincinnati.”
Mercedes finished her coffee in one gulp, and got up from her chair with a groan.
She kissed Quinn softly, pulling her in for a big hug, holding Quinn tight to her ample bosom.
“She’ll forgive you soon enough, once she makes some friends and gets settled in. You’ll see.”
“I know.” Quinn squeezed Mercedes back. “Now go deal with our daughter. I’ll make dinner.”
“Stuffed chicken breast?”
“We’ll see… you forgot to get groceries last night.”
The lights in Billie’s room were turned off, but there was a definite lump on the bed. Mercedes came in slowly, and sat down gingerly on the edge, wishing that they’d bought Billie a queen for these little mother/daughter chats.
There was silence for only a few minutes, before Billie turned around in the bed, resting her mop of fine curls on her mother’s knee. She turned her head up, the skin around her eyes puffy from crying.
“I hate this town. I want to go home.”
Mercedes pulled her daughter into a tight hug. Billie started crying again. Mercedes soothed her hands down her Billie’s back, making small circles, left, then right, till the tears ceased.
“I know, hon. But you know we had to move, to help out your grandma.”
“We could have put her in a nursing home.”
“What have I always told you? Family sticks together. Your grandma Judy is not going to a nursing home.”
“They all hate me.”
“Who hates you?”
“The kids at school. They all hate me.”
“They don’t know you.”
“The teacher asked about what my parents did for a living. No one spoke to me at all after I said that my mom was a social worker and my mama was a fashion designer. It was like they thought the gay was contagious or something.”
“Maybe they just felt intimidated…”
“They liked talking to me fine before they found out I have two moms. Then none of them would talk to me… Then Miss Lawrence asked about my dad.”
Mercedes squeezed Billie’s shoulder.
“What did you say.”
“That he owned a clothing store in Cincinatti. I wasn’t going to mention that he likes to wear dresses and sing women’s songs in gay bars.”
Mercedes paused for the moment, hearing the bitterness in her daughter’s voice.
“I thought you loved Kurt’s shows. You used to beg to be allowed to stay up to help him dress.”
“I do… its just, why can’t we ever be normal?”
“We are normal… we have a house and car and a mortgage… we go to church every Sunday.”
“My dad was Miss Cincinnati Sex Kitten, three years running.”
Mercedes laughed, and held Billie tight, running her hand through her daughter’s curls.
“Okay, you may have a point. It’s going to get better, love. Once they get to know you, they’re going to love you.”
She got up off the bed, and headed for the doorway.
“Get cleaned up for dinner. Your mom had better have made stuffed chicken breast.”
Sure enough, it did get better. While the first few weeks were rough (several stained shirts brought home the fact that the Slushie tradition was still going strong at WMHS), Billie eventually started talking about activities at school, and had even made a friend or two.
A Thursday afternoon a few weeks into the school year, Quinn came home from work to find Billie had a friend over. The two were sitting at the kitchen table, playing some sort of card game, covering the entire table with brightly colored playing cards.
Billie looked up when she heard the door close.
“Hi Mom. This is Russell Chang.”
Russell Chang was a well dressed Chinese-American boy with glasses, a mess of thin black hair, and an easy smile. He stood up, holding out a hand to greet Quinn properly.
“How do you do, Mrs. Jones. I’m in Gamers Club with Billie. I’m just teaching her to play Magic the Gathering.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, though it’s actually Ms. Fabray. I kept my maiden name.”
Russell blushed. “Sorry,” he said, after a second. “My Mom did the same thing. She felt that the idea that women should change their name after they married was demeaning to women, since it was a result of a system in which women became their husband’s property.”
“She lives in a lesbian commune now… I’m not allowed to visit.”
Silence.
“Would you care to stay for dinner?”
“Sure. I’m a vegetarian.”
Mercedes gave Quinn a bemused glance across the dining room table. Russell and Billie had not stopped their chatter since saying grace, covering the key issues of school life, as well as inconsequential things such as homework and classes. Mostly they talked about the role playing game the Gamers club would be playing on Wednesday afternoons, in the woods behind the school.
Mercedes cleared her throat. Time to get some information.
“Have you always lived in Lima, Russell?”
“Nah. I grew up in Boston. My dad grew up here though, so we moved back here after they divorced three years ago. It’s not so bad, but I had to get dad to drive me all the way to Columbus for the Star Trek convention.”
“You said your mother is a lesbian?” Quinn interjected.
“No, but her girlfriend is.”
“What!” Billie was laughing hysterically at her moms’ confusion.
“She’s bisexual. So is my dad, actually. They met in the GLBT group at university. They were friends first, because she thought he was gay, and he thought she was a lesbian. Then they found out they were both bisexual, sparks flew… you know how it goes. My grandparents were, like, really happy at first… since my mom’s Chinese- American too… but well, she’s not exactly the meek, subservient daughter in law they were expecting. She’s an activist… civil rights, women’s rights, gay rights, animal rights, the environment… give her an issue she’ll fight it, show her an injustice and she will not stop working to make it right. They’re still friends, but she’s living in a commune for lesbian women now, so we can’t visit her there, but she drives down to see us for holidays and stuff.”
“And your dad?”
“He’s a dancer, and he’s pretty easy going. I think he’s attracted to strong people, I think. As long as he can dance, he’s happy. He runs his own dance studio here in town… the Mike Chang studio.”
“Mike Chang… was he in Glee Club in high school? At McKinley.”
“Yep. He wanted me to join up, but I have a voice like a frog, so Gamer’s club for me. I can’t dance either. Two left feet. I think I’m a bit of a disappointment to him in that regard.”
“Is your dad seeing anyone right now?”
“Nah. It’s just the two of us at home.”
“Well, we’ll have to have you both over. Quinn and I went to school with your dad.”
Quinn could see the spark in Mercedes’ eyes across the table. She smiled; Mercedes was up to something again.
That night, as they curled up in bed, Quinn rested her head on Mercedes’ soft shoulder.
“So, hon, what’s the plan.”
“What makes you think there’s a plan.”
“I saw that look on your face. There’s a plan.”
Mercedes kissed her, deeply. “I love that you know me that well.
It’s more of an idea than a plan, really. Mike’s nice, good-looking and bisexual, and Kurt hasn’t dated anyone since that bastard Josh left him, how long ago was that?”
“Nearly three years.”
“Exactly. My boy needs someone to love. We know Mike; he’s a good guy. I just think it would be cute, that’s all.”
“Kurt’s only dated white guys before, though.”
“As I recall, so did you.”
“Oh yeah. But once you have chocolate…”
“…you never go back. Come here, you.”
After that, there was no more talking for a while.