Such a Funny Pair (Ballet)
Series Title: Such a Funny Pair
Series Summary: A collection of moments from the eyes of Rachel Berry’s dads and Kurt Hummel’s dad.
Title: Ballet
Author: niblettk
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, James Berry
Warning: none that I can think of.
Spoilers: Seen Preggers? You’re good.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
Author’s Note: I started writing these sometime during season one and lost them on my computer. I found them recently, and at my sister’s apparent love of them, decided to keep writing them.
Summary: James sees a young boy sitting outside of his daughter's ballet class.
Word Count: 592
Other Parts: They're Perfect | The Strong One | Cooties
James arrives early to Rachel’s ballet class, so he has to stay out of the studio to wait for her.
There’s a young boy sitting in one of a string of chairs much too large for him and sniffling. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cry. James stands across from him, but he has no right to get involved because he’s not the kid’s dad, it’s not like he’s been abandoned or something.
Naturally, it’s not long before James finds himself crouching down in front of the kid. The string of Christmas lights above their head lights up the top half of the boy’s face in green light, and the tears shine on his cheeks.
“Hi, kid,” he says quietly, “My name is James. What’s yours?”
The boy shifts and he goes back to staring at the ballet slippers that sit neatly on his lap. “It’s Kurt.”
James lets himself fall so his legs rest on the floor, “Why aren’t you in class?”
“I don’t wanna do it,” he says, so soft that James leans forward to hear better, “It’s not fair.”
“What isn’t fair?” He almost asks if the boy hasn’t been given a solo that he wanted, because that’s the first thought when Rachel is upset. The boy doesn’t say anything for a while, so James puts a finger on his chin and tilts his head up, “C’mon, I’m on your side.”
The boy smiles sadly, “We’re supposed to kiss the girls on the cheek at the end.”
James laughs, “Well, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
“I don’t want to kiss a girl!” Kurt blurts, and then his eight-year-old hands fly up to cover his mouth. James’ heart breaks.
“You don’t have to kiss her on the lips,” he tries, but Kurt shakes his head, tears starting to leak out from under his eyelids. James clears his throat, “Kurt, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to kiss boys.”
The boy blinks at him owlishly and James feels maybe he’s overstepped his bounds, that maybe this kid is just scared of cooties or something, but then the tiny hands drop slightly. Kurt’s thin lips barely move; his voice is breathless, “There’s not?”
“No,” James says firmly, “Of course there’s not.”
The door to the studio opens. There’s a cry of “Daddy!” and James barely has time to turn before he has an armful of his daughter. Kids pile out of the room, getting their coats on, and Kurt slips out from the chair and starts to put his coat on.
James stays by Rachel because she’s rambling on and on about the class and how she gets to dance with that older boy she’s pointing out, who has ridiculously curly hair and a smug smirk. He loses sight of Kurt when the parents start coming in, what with children yelling and jumping around, so he doesn’t even know where to start looking.
“And then at the end, Daddy-Daddy, are you listening to me?” James crouches down again, fixing Rachel’s buttons.
“Of course I am, darling.” He pulls her into a quick hug to reassure her, and spots Kurt over the top of her head. He’s on his way out, holding hands with his father, but James doesn’t look up. He’s only got eyes for Kurt, whose head it turned so far around to look back into the room.
Kurt catches sight of him just before his dad tugs him around the corner, but it’s long enough that James sees the brilliant smile break across the boy’s rosy cheeks.
Series Summary: A collection of moments from the eyes of Rachel Berry’s dads and Kurt Hummel’s dad.
Title: Ballet
Author: niblettk
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, James Berry
Warning: none that I can think of.
Spoilers: Seen Preggers? You’re good.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
Author’s Note: I started writing these sometime during season one and lost them on my computer. I found them recently, and at my sister’s apparent love of them, decided to keep writing them.
Summary: James sees a young boy sitting outside of his daughter's ballet class.
Word Count: 592
Other Parts: They're Perfect | The Strong One | Cooties
James arrives early to Rachel’s ballet class, so he has to stay out of the studio to wait for her.
There’s a young boy sitting in one of a string of chairs much too large for him and sniffling. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cry. James stands across from him, but he has no right to get involved because he’s not the kid’s dad, it’s not like he’s been abandoned or something.
Naturally, it’s not long before James finds himself crouching down in front of the kid. The string of Christmas lights above their head lights up the top half of the boy’s face in green light, and the tears shine on his cheeks.
“Hi, kid,” he says quietly, “My name is James. What’s yours?”
The boy shifts and he goes back to staring at the ballet slippers that sit neatly on his lap. “It’s Kurt.”
James lets himself fall so his legs rest on the floor, “Why aren’t you in class?”
“I don’t wanna do it,” he says, so soft that James leans forward to hear better, “It’s not fair.”
“What isn’t fair?” He almost asks if the boy hasn’t been given a solo that he wanted, because that’s the first thought when Rachel is upset. The boy doesn’t say anything for a while, so James puts a finger on his chin and tilts his head up, “C’mon, I’m on your side.”
The boy smiles sadly, “We’re supposed to kiss the girls on the cheek at the end.”
James laughs, “Well, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
“I don’t want to kiss a girl!” Kurt blurts, and then his eight-year-old hands fly up to cover his mouth. James’ heart breaks.
“You don’t have to kiss her on the lips,” he tries, but Kurt shakes his head, tears starting to leak out from under his eyelids. James clears his throat, “Kurt, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to kiss boys.”
The boy blinks at him owlishly and James feels maybe he’s overstepped his bounds, that maybe this kid is just scared of cooties or something, but then the tiny hands drop slightly. Kurt’s thin lips barely move; his voice is breathless, “There’s not?”
“No,” James says firmly, “Of course there’s not.”
The door to the studio opens. There’s a cry of “Daddy!” and James barely has time to turn before he has an armful of his daughter. Kids pile out of the room, getting their coats on, and Kurt slips out from the chair and starts to put his coat on.
James stays by Rachel because she’s rambling on and on about the class and how she gets to dance with that older boy she’s pointing out, who has ridiculously curly hair and a smug smirk. He loses sight of Kurt when the parents start coming in, what with children yelling and jumping around, so he doesn’t even know where to start looking.
“And then at the end, Daddy-Daddy, are you listening to me?” James crouches down again, fixing Rachel’s buttons.
“Of course I am, darling.” He pulls her into a quick hug to reassure her, and spots Kurt over the top of her head. He’s on his way out, holding hands with his father, but James doesn’t look up. He’s only got eyes for Kurt, whose head it turned so far around to look back into the room.
Kurt catches sight of him just before his dad tugs him around the corner, but it’s long enough that James sees the brilliant smile break across the boy’s rosy cheeks.