Fic: Sheepish (4/4)
A/N: Short and fluffy. What would have been a fifth chapter will most likely be put up as a one-shot in the future. It's more of an epilogue than anything else. Visual of Kurt can be found here and Blaine here.
Previous parts 1 2 3
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Being sick was humiliating, but at least it passed quickly.
And at least he had Blaine by his side. Kurt had honestly been a bit worried that night when Blaine barged into his humans’ house, he’d seen Burt’s metal pipe that smelled of danger, but in the end nothing had happened.
In fact, Kurt was kind of pleasantly surprised to see that Burt and Carole both seemed to like Blaine. Seemed, Kurt thought, was the key word there.
He was currently kicking at the closed barn door, Blaine barking right outside of it. He was just about to aim another kick at it when it swung open, and for a moment Kurt actually thought about kicking Burt instead.
Then Blaine was inside and licking at his face, and he was preoccupied.
“Christ.” Kurt looked up at his human, levelling him with a sharp glare. “Fine, I’m sorry, buddy. He can stay in here, all right?”
Burt could consider himself very lucky that Kurt didn’t bite him when he patted his head, but then at least the door was closing with Blaine safely inside of it, and Kurt could feel himself calming down.
Blaine being, well, Blaine, helped. “It’s fine Kurt, he let us back together, see?”
“Well, he shouldn’t have tried to keep us apart in the first place.” Kurt snorted, stomping a hoof into the ground stubbornly.
At that, Blaine’s expression changed, and Kurt suddenly felt protective of him. More than usual, that was. “I thought he liked me, though.”
God, it was way too late for this. Stupid Burt. “He does, I’m sure. I mean, he and Carole feed you now and they let you stay with me in the house. I don’t know why he wanted you out of the barn. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
Blaine simply moved up close, licking gratefully at the side of his face.
It didn’t actually happen again, and Kurt felt sure that the warning stomp he’d given Burt’s foot the next day helped.
By the time lamb season came, both Burt and Carole treated Blaine the same way they treated Kurt, to his relief.
“Kurt!”
He sighed softly, content and loose, feeling happy about the way Blaine’s wet little kisses woke him from his nap. “Mmm?”
“You’re hogging the sunlight.” It was such a simple thing, such a Blaine thing, that Kurt couldn’t help the amused noise that escaped him. And god, Blaine looked adorable when he got all offended.
Nevertheless, Kurt shifted on the porch, allowing Blaine to fit comfortably beside him.
The rest of the herd always thought he was crazy when he favoured the human areas of the farm over the barn, but there was something so peaceful about napping on the area right by the kitchen door.
The next time Kurt woke up it wasn’t because of Blaine, but rather because of the smell and the noises coming from the stairs to the porch. Opening his eyes, he found Carole and Burt sitting there, Carole holding a lamb in her lap and feeding it with a bottle.
He felt a pang of sympathy for it. He knew what that meant, whoever it should belong to didn’t want it, or couldn't take it. It didn’t smell like their herd, which was weird, but a lamb was a lamb and being fed with a bottle meant it didn’t have a mother. His heart felt heavy for it.
“...Burt. I tried with Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, none of them will take her.”
He watched Burt run a hand over his face. He looked sad, too. “Looks like it’s the bottle for her, then. We can’t give her back to Fred, he doesn’t have the time to raise her.”
“Well, I don’t mind. I just hoped one of the dams would take her on, it’ll be hard for her without someone to care for her.”
Blaine suddenly shifted and moved - no, why, and Kurt watched as he padded up to their humans and the newcomer, tentatively reaching out to nose at her, and it was almost painful with how warm Kurt grew when the baby bleated shrilly, pushing it’s face up against Blaine’s muzzle.
He felt Carole watching him, and suddenly the lamb was set down right in front of his face, Blaine following closely behind.
Kurt just blinked at her, startled. He looked back down at the lamb when he felt the first press of its body against his chest. “Mummy?”
Oh god his heart. Blaine looked just as broken by the timid question as he felt, though. “Not mummy, sweetheart.” He lowered his head to nose at her face, and oh, she was beautiful.
“Family?” He looked up at Blaine, who was simply staring at them with a soft expression, head tilted.
That did it. “Yes, family.”
Satisfied, the lamb laid down between his legs, and Blaine was quick to curl around them both. She smelled like an Alice. She smelled like theirs.
“I don’t think we need to worry about finding a parent for her. She’s already got two.” Burt surprisingly soft voice caught his attention. Kurt didn’t bother with raising his head, busy licking behind a soft, white little ear, caught up in the entirely too large feeling of family.
Previous parts 1 2 3
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Being sick was humiliating, but at least it passed quickly.
And at least he had Blaine by his side. Kurt had honestly been a bit worried that night when Blaine barged into his humans’ house, he’d seen Burt’s metal pipe that smelled of danger, but in the end nothing had happened.
In fact, Kurt was kind of pleasantly surprised to see that Burt and Carole both seemed to like Blaine. Seemed, Kurt thought, was the key word there.
He was currently kicking at the closed barn door, Blaine barking right outside of it. He was just about to aim another kick at it when it swung open, and for a moment Kurt actually thought about kicking Burt instead.
Then Blaine was inside and licking at his face, and he was preoccupied.
“Christ.” Kurt looked up at his human, levelling him with a sharp glare. “Fine, I’m sorry, buddy. He can stay in here, all right?”
Burt could consider himself very lucky that Kurt didn’t bite him when he patted his head, but then at least the door was closing with Blaine safely inside of it, and Kurt could feel himself calming down.
Blaine being, well, Blaine, helped. “It’s fine Kurt, he let us back together, see?”
“Well, he shouldn’t have tried to keep us apart in the first place.” Kurt snorted, stomping a hoof into the ground stubbornly.
At that, Blaine’s expression changed, and Kurt suddenly felt protective of him. More than usual, that was. “I thought he liked me, though.”
God, it was way too late for this. Stupid Burt. “He does, I’m sure. I mean, he and Carole feed you now and they let you stay with me in the house. I don’t know why he wanted you out of the barn. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
Blaine simply moved up close, licking gratefully at the side of his face.
It didn’t actually happen again, and Kurt felt sure that the warning stomp he’d given Burt’s foot the next day helped.
By the time lamb season came, both Burt and Carole treated Blaine the same way they treated Kurt, to his relief.
“Kurt!”
He sighed softly, content and loose, feeling happy about the way Blaine’s wet little kisses woke him from his nap. “Mmm?”
“You’re hogging the sunlight.” It was such a simple thing, such a Blaine thing, that Kurt couldn’t help the amused noise that escaped him. And god, Blaine looked adorable when he got all offended.
Nevertheless, Kurt shifted on the porch, allowing Blaine to fit comfortably beside him.
The rest of the herd always thought he was crazy when he favoured the human areas of the farm over the barn, but there was something so peaceful about napping on the area right by the kitchen door.
The next time Kurt woke up it wasn’t because of Blaine, but rather because of the smell and the noises coming from the stairs to the porch. Opening his eyes, he found Carole and Burt sitting there, Carole holding a lamb in her lap and feeding it with a bottle.
He felt a pang of sympathy for it. He knew what that meant, whoever it should belong to didn’t want it, or couldn't take it. It didn’t smell like their herd, which was weird, but a lamb was a lamb and being fed with a bottle meant it didn’t have a mother. His heart felt heavy for it.
“...Burt. I tried with Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, none of them will take her.”
He watched Burt run a hand over his face. He looked sad, too. “Looks like it’s the bottle for her, then. We can’t give her back to Fred, he doesn’t have the time to raise her.”
“Well, I don’t mind. I just hoped one of the dams would take her on, it’ll be hard for her without someone to care for her.”
Blaine suddenly shifted and moved - no, why, and Kurt watched as he padded up to their humans and the newcomer, tentatively reaching out to nose at her, and it was almost painful with how warm Kurt grew when the baby bleated shrilly, pushing it’s face up against Blaine’s muzzle.
He felt Carole watching him, and suddenly the lamb was set down right in front of his face, Blaine following closely behind.
Kurt just blinked at her, startled. He looked back down at the lamb when he felt the first press of its body against his chest. “Mummy?”
Oh god his heart. Blaine looked just as broken by the timid question as he felt, though. “Not mummy, sweetheart.” He lowered his head to nose at her face, and oh, she was beautiful.
“Family?” He looked up at Blaine, who was simply staring at them with a soft expression, head tilted.
That did it. “Yes, family.”
Satisfied, the lamb laid down between his legs, and Blaine was quick to curl around them both. She smelled like an Alice. She smelled like theirs.
“I don’t think we need to worry about finding a parent for her. She’s already got two.” Burt surprisingly soft voice caught his attention. Kurt didn’t bother with raising his head, busy licking behind a soft, white little ear, caught up in the entirely too large feeling of family.