Happy Endings (part 2)
Media: Fanfic
Title: Happy Endings (part 2)
Rating: G
Pairings: Klaine, lots of Klaine.
Spoilers: Some very brief and generic references to future episodes
Warnings: Disney and Sound of Music references
Word Count: 2,386 approx
Summary: Kurt attempts to finish the one Disney movie he's never been able to sit through
Note: Continues directly from the previous part. Apologies if this part feels a little choppy. I wrote it in whatever free time I could snatch while I was on vacation in Vietnam, and promised myself I'd finish it before I left the country.
Part 1
(Part 2)
Thursday came faster than Kurt expected. Between schoolwork, glee club practice, the weekend, time with his family, time with friends, time with Blaine, he’d just about forgotten that he’d asked to watch it. He looked at the DVD cover with a little apprehension as he sat down on the couch with a bowl of triple chocolate ice cream. Blaine caught the look.
“We don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” he said, voice full of understanding. “I also brought Mulan - it’s got ‘Reflection’ on it and I know you like the song and…”
“Blaine, it’s okay. I want to do this.” He patted the empty spot on the couch beside him. “Come sit.”
Blaine popped the disc in the player and joined him. Both of them were dressed for comfort in jeans and sweaters, and as Blaine drew Kurt into his arms, he caught a whiff of strawberries from Kurt’s hair.
“If at any time you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, just tell me, okay?”
Kurt swallowed and nodded, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“And if you need a shoulder, use mine.”
He managed a small smile. “Thank you.” He hit the ‘play’ button on the remote and picked up the ice cream. “Here goes.”
The ice cream seemed to finish quicker that night and Kurt suspected it had to do with Blaine doing most of the eating. He smiled to himself. His hazel-eyed boyfriend did have quite the healthy appetite; the sky could be falling and Blaine would still find time to eat something vaguely resembling a meal. It drove Kurt crazy during exam weeks when Blaine could still sit down to a bacon, eggs and toast breakfast while everyone else was busy freaking out. Carole loved it whenever he stayed for dinner, and Kurt could only wonder where he and Finn put it all.
“Probably the dancing,” he murmured out loud.
“Dancing?” Blaine looked over at him.
“Was wondering how you stayed in shape, with your appetite.” Kurt smiled a bit to show he was teasing.
“Oh.” Blaine grinned. “Yeah, dancing… also swimming. Which is why you should let me take you out on that boat. Would you like more ice cream?”
The boy was tenacious, Kurt would give him that. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Blaine echoed and raised a brow. “To the boat or the ice cream?” He looked adorable when he was confused, Kurt thought.
“I admit I’ve always wondered what it might be like to sail on a lake and imagine I was like Maria, floating down the waters of the Salzburg in front of that grand estate.”
“With seven Warblers singing ‘do-re-mi’ - ow!” Blaine’s cheeky smile faded when Kurt poked him hard in the side. “That hurt.”
“That was the idea.”
Blaine pouted. “I’m so abused.”
“You are incorrigible, not abused.”
The raven-haired boy’s eyes shone wickedly. “No, that would be your namesake,” he said, referring to the Von Trapp character.
Kurt spluttered, slightly proud that his boyfriend had managed to out-snark him, with the Sound of Music no less. “I’m not talking to you for the next ten minutes.”
“Ooh, the silent treatment. Dramatic,” Blaine laughed, moving to get up. “Guess I’ll go get more ice cream then.”
Kurt snatched the bowl from his hand and set it aside before wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller boy and pinning him down. Blaine looked a little surprised, then grinned in that goofy way Kurt found too adorable. In retaliation, Kurt tugged playfully on the dark curls of his boyfriend’s hair, trying to get a rise out of him. Blaine however was now determined to wait out the ten minutes and contented himself with running his fingers lightly over Kurt’s jean-clad knees.
“Oh you’re hopeless.” Kurt broke the silence after five.
“And you’re pretty when you’re trying to be angry,” Blaine replied, smooth as ever, and was rewarded when a rosy tinge crept into Kurt’s cheeks.
The lighter-haired boy yawned and sat up to stretch, and Blaine took the chance to stretch his body out along the length of the couch, inviting Kurt to come settle in his arms like he had the week before. Kurt did so, and gladly, sighing at the comfortable warmth of his boyfriend’s body against his back.
“Long day?” Blaine asked in a voice soft and full of care.
“Just a little,” Kurt replied, soothed somewhat by the rhythmic pulse of the other’s heart. “Trying to get Mr. Schue to keep up with modern pop culture can be draining.”
Blaine chuckled. “About as draining as trying to convince Wes that not all Katy Perry songs need to be done in eight-part harmony.”
Kurt smiled and snuggled in closer, his glance ticking to the screen to see how far along they were with the movie. To his surprise, it seemed they’d already gone past Bambi’s first winter and were reaching that dreaded scene. Blaine watched his face carefully and tightened his arms just that little bit more around him.
“I really want to make it to that happy ending.” Kurt’s blue eyes glistened.
Blaine pressed a kiss to his hair and smoothed back a few strands from his forehead. “I’m right here with you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.” Though whether he meant the movie or life went unspoken.
Kurt understood, and taking his boyfriend’s hand, squeezed it gratefully, silently thanking him for the support.
Blaine squeezed back in assurance. His warm hazel eyes watched Kurt in concern and sympathy, trying to be strong for him. His hands rubbed Kurt’s arms soothingly when he felt the other boy tense and then flinch as the gunshot went off. His heart went out to him, knowing how close to home this hit, even though he still didn’t know how Kurt’s mother had died.
When Kurt pressed his face against the curve of his neck, and he felt warm tears drip onto his skin and soak into the fabric of his sweater, Blaine simply held him and stroked his hair as gently as he could.
“Why are people so cruel?” Kurt asked softly, not looking up. “She was someone’s mother.” His voice choked with emotion.
Blaine wasn’t sure if he was referring to Bambi’s mother or his own. “I don’t know, Kurt.” He hated not having the right answers. “Some people just are…” he thought about his own father, then Kurt’s “And some people are amazing. Like you, your dad, your friends….”
Kurt looked up and watched the little fawn follow sombrely behind his father… much like he had done. “I could never make it past this scene. I’d cry too much, and it’d hurt too much,” he said. “Are you sure there’s a happy ending?”
Blaine wiped his tears and kissed him. “I promise.”
Anyone else would have probably laughed at Kurt getting so upset over a Disney cartoon, but Blaine wasn’t anyone else. He found Kurt’s emotion and vulnerability brave, his compassion for something as simple as a bird or a fictional fawn beautiful. It was what made him love Kurt Hummel all the more.
Kurt reached for one of Blaine’s hands and laced their fingers. “I believe you.”
“Do you?” Blaine smiled at him, noting for the umpteenth time how beautiful the other boy looked when he cried. If only he could cry in happiness some day, because for all his beauty, Blaine still hated to see him sad. He cuddled Kurt to him and wondered how, if at all, he could make that happiness happen.
“Of course I do,” Kurt said softly. “Because you’re a horrible liar.” He tried to muster a smile. “You could give Finn a run for his money.”
Blaine gave him a soft peck on the nose. “Well, I see you’re starting to feel better, if you can snark insults at me.” He laughed, glad to see the other boy smile again. “And see…” he gestured to the screen. “Spring again, and everyone’s all grown up and in lurve.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow at the screen and snorted. “Must be Valentines Day.”
“What makes you say… nevermind.” Blaine stopped when he saw the expression on Kurt’s face just daring him to continue.
Kurt chuckled and kissed him on the chin. “Did you ever hear from Jeremiah after that whole GAP Attack fiasco?”
Blaine gave a dramatic sigh. “Are you never going to let me forget about that whole disaster?”
“My curiosity needs to be satisfied.” Kurt snuggled his head under Blaine’s chin. “Besides, you’re endearing when you look all bashful; your cheeks go all candy-apple red and you glow.” He glanced at Blaine and smiled when he saw the other boy look just as he’d described.
Blaine gave his hair a playful tug. “You really are your namesake.”
“What, you thought it’d always be you making me blush? What made you think I’d let you have all the fun?” He smoothed his hair back down.
“Alas! My dastardly plan to make you blush like a rose in June has been thwarted.” Blaine gave a melodramatic sigh. “Severed at the bud by a tongue far sharper than any blade.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “You should have gone into acting.”
“I tried actually,” Blaine replied, and Kurt looked up in a bit of surprise. “The drama club said I was too theatrical, can you believe it?”
“Yes, now stop changing the subject.” On the screen, Bambi and another stag fought for the affection of the doe, and again Kurt couldn’t help but relate. He was always fighting for love it seemed.
The raven-haired boy let his chin rest lightly on Kurt’s shoulder. “Yes… well, not heard from him, but I did see him. He’s still working at the GAP. I guess he got his job back. He’s cut his hair though.”
Kurt’s eyebrows went up. “Really?”
“I guess he took your words to heart and really wants to stay hidden.” Blaine shrugged and frowned a bit. “It’s just sad that he’s so afraid to be himself.”
“Given the abuse he could get if he came out…” Kurt touched his head to Blaine’s. “Not everyone’s as strong… He’s older. It might have been worse then.”
“You’re the strongest person I know.” Blaine looked at him, hazel eyes full of love and adoration. “After everything life’s thrown at you, you’re still this incredible, moving person.” His thumb stroked over the back of Kurt’s hand. “Like crystal.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him. “Crystal?”
“You let people see you. You look fragile, like you might break at any moment, yet you’re stronger and tougher than people give you credit for.” He smiled as the other boy’s cheeks grew rosy.
“Even crystal takes a bit of polish to shine,” Kurt replied.
“Then I’ll be only too happy to rub you down till you do.” Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh my god, clean out that gutter you call a mind, Blaine.”
Kurt turned back to the movie as his boyfriend snickered and kissed his shoulder. They watched as the stag fought past hunting dogs, fire and guns, Kurt’s hand tightening on Blaine’s once more. He really did feel some strange connection to this creature - they had a lot in common when it came to loss and adversity - and he needed to see him get that happy ending, because he wanted to believe that there was one for him eventually, too.
When it finally came, Kurt thought his heart might burst into song. He sagged back against Blaine, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Blaine kissed his neck and murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”
“For watching a Disney movie?” Kurt asked, though not unkindly, resting his arms over Blaine’s.
“For taking something that hits so close to home on so many levels, and facing it head on. For being the bravest person I know.”
Kurt let his head rest on Blaine’s chest. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve helped me so much, I wish I could do something to help you.”
“You already have, Kurt.” Blaine smiled warmly at him. “You think courage was just a one-way thing?”
Kurt kissed him so he wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.
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When Carole and Burt walked into the house just a little after midnight, they’re surprised to find the lights in the living room still on, the TV on blue-screen, and an empty ice cream bowl with two spoons on a side table. However, they’re even more surprised to find Blaine still in the house, and both boys on the couch together, though thankfully still fully clothed.
Blaine’s lying on his back, his head pillowed on the armrest and his arms around Kurt, who’s lying partly on his side against Blaine, with his head pillowed on the other boy’s chest. Both of them were sound asleep and didn’t even stir when the adults entered the room.
Burt frowned a bit, but Carole smiled and went to drape a blanket over her step-son and his boyfriend, leaving him to switch off the TV. He glanced at the DVD cover to see what the boys had been watching, and made a small sound. Carole joined him.
“I can’t bear to wake them up, they look so peaceful,” she said. “Let Blaine stay over just this one time, it’s far too late for him to drive, especially if he’s tired. Kurt will never forgive us if something happens to him along the way.”
“Yeah, I guess they should be okay.” Burt looked fondly at his son nestled in the other boy’s arms. “They’re both gentlemen, thank god for that.”
Carole looked at the DVD case. “Bambi?”
Burt nodded. “Kurt could never finish it. Reminded him too much of his mom and losing her.”
“Looks like he managed to tonight.” Carole glanced at Blaine, whose chin rested lightly on top of Kurt’s head. “Though I think he had a little help.”
“Much as it ruffles my protective fatherly streak to say it, Blaine’s been good for the kid,” Burt said.
“Yes he has.” Carole took his arm and led him to the stairs, turning off the lights so the boys could sleep better. “I think it’s going to be something beautiful with them.”
Burt took one last look at them and followed them. “Good. They deserve a happy ending.”
Title: Happy Endings (part 2)
Rating: G
Pairings: Klaine, lots of Klaine.
Spoilers: Some very brief and generic references to future episodes
Warnings: Disney and Sound of Music references
Word Count: 2,386 approx
Summary: Kurt attempts to finish the one Disney movie he's never been able to sit through
Note: Continues directly from the previous part. Apologies if this part feels a little choppy. I wrote it in whatever free time I could snatch while I was on vacation in Vietnam, and promised myself I'd finish it before I left the country.
Part 1
(Part 2)
Thursday came faster than Kurt expected. Between schoolwork, glee club practice, the weekend, time with his family, time with friends, time with Blaine, he’d just about forgotten that he’d asked to watch it. He looked at the DVD cover with a little apprehension as he sat down on the couch with a bowl of triple chocolate ice cream. Blaine caught the look.
“We don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” he said, voice full of understanding. “I also brought Mulan - it’s got ‘Reflection’ on it and I know you like the song and…”
“Blaine, it’s okay. I want to do this.” He patted the empty spot on the couch beside him. “Come sit.”
Blaine popped the disc in the player and joined him. Both of them were dressed for comfort in jeans and sweaters, and as Blaine drew Kurt into his arms, he caught a whiff of strawberries from Kurt’s hair.
“If at any time you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, just tell me, okay?”
Kurt swallowed and nodded, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“And if you need a shoulder, use mine.”
He managed a small smile. “Thank you.” He hit the ‘play’ button on the remote and picked up the ice cream. “Here goes.”
The ice cream seemed to finish quicker that night and Kurt suspected it had to do with Blaine doing most of the eating. He smiled to himself. His hazel-eyed boyfriend did have quite the healthy appetite; the sky could be falling and Blaine would still find time to eat something vaguely resembling a meal. It drove Kurt crazy during exam weeks when Blaine could still sit down to a bacon, eggs and toast breakfast while everyone else was busy freaking out. Carole loved it whenever he stayed for dinner, and Kurt could only wonder where he and Finn put it all.
“Probably the dancing,” he murmured out loud.
“Dancing?” Blaine looked over at him.
“Was wondering how you stayed in shape, with your appetite.” Kurt smiled a bit to show he was teasing.
“Oh.” Blaine grinned. “Yeah, dancing… also swimming. Which is why you should let me take you out on that boat. Would you like more ice cream?”
The boy was tenacious, Kurt would give him that. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Blaine echoed and raised a brow. “To the boat or the ice cream?” He looked adorable when he was confused, Kurt thought.
“I admit I’ve always wondered what it might be like to sail on a lake and imagine I was like Maria, floating down the waters of the Salzburg in front of that grand estate.”
“With seven Warblers singing ‘do-re-mi’ - ow!” Blaine’s cheeky smile faded when Kurt poked him hard in the side. “That hurt.”
“That was the idea.”
Blaine pouted. “I’m so abused.”
“You are incorrigible, not abused.”
The raven-haired boy’s eyes shone wickedly. “No, that would be your namesake,” he said, referring to the Von Trapp character.
Kurt spluttered, slightly proud that his boyfriend had managed to out-snark him, with the Sound of Music no less. “I’m not talking to you for the next ten minutes.”
“Ooh, the silent treatment. Dramatic,” Blaine laughed, moving to get up. “Guess I’ll go get more ice cream then.”
Kurt snatched the bowl from his hand and set it aside before wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller boy and pinning him down. Blaine looked a little surprised, then grinned in that goofy way Kurt found too adorable. In retaliation, Kurt tugged playfully on the dark curls of his boyfriend’s hair, trying to get a rise out of him. Blaine however was now determined to wait out the ten minutes and contented himself with running his fingers lightly over Kurt’s jean-clad knees.
“Oh you’re hopeless.” Kurt broke the silence after five.
“And you’re pretty when you’re trying to be angry,” Blaine replied, smooth as ever, and was rewarded when a rosy tinge crept into Kurt’s cheeks.
The lighter-haired boy yawned and sat up to stretch, and Blaine took the chance to stretch his body out along the length of the couch, inviting Kurt to come settle in his arms like he had the week before. Kurt did so, and gladly, sighing at the comfortable warmth of his boyfriend’s body against his back.
“Long day?” Blaine asked in a voice soft and full of care.
“Just a little,” Kurt replied, soothed somewhat by the rhythmic pulse of the other’s heart. “Trying to get Mr. Schue to keep up with modern pop culture can be draining.”
Blaine chuckled. “About as draining as trying to convince Wes that not all Katy Perry songs need to be done in eight-part harmony.”
Kurt smiled and snuggled in closer, his glance ticking to the screen to see how far along they were with the movie. To his surprise, it seemed they’d already gone past Bambi’s first winter and were reaching that dreaded scene. Blaine watched his face carefully and tightened his arms just that little bit more around him.
“I really want to make it to that happy ending.” Kurt’s blue eyes glistened.
Blaine pressed a kiss to his hair and smoothed back a few strands from his forehead. “I’m right here with you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.” Though whether he meant the movie or life went unspoken.
Kurt understood, and taking his boyfriend’s hand, squeezed it gratefully, silently thanking him for the support.
Blaine squeezed back in assurance. His warm hazel eyes watched Kurt in concern and sympathy, trying to be strong for him. His hands rubbed Kurt’s arms soothingly when he felt the other boy tense and then flinch as the gunshot went off. His heart went out to him, knowing how close to home this hit, even though he still didn’t know how Kurt’s mother had died.
When Kurt pressed his face against the curve of his neck, and he felt warm tears drip onto his skin and soak into the fabric of his sweater, Blaine simply held him and stroked his hair as gently as he could.
“Why are people so cruel?” Kurt asked softly, not looking up. “She was someone’s mother.” His voice choked with emotion.
Blaine wasn’t sure if he was referring to Bambi’s mother or his own. “I don’t know, Kurt.” He hated not having the right answers. “Some people just are…” he thought about his own father, then Kurt’s “And some people are amazing. Like you, your dad, your friends….”
Kurt looked up and watched the little fawn follow sombrely behind his father… much like he had done. “I could never make it past this scene. I’d cry too much, and it’d hurt too much,” he said. “Are you sure there’s a happy ending?”
Blaine wiped his tears and kissed him. “I promise.”
Anyone else would have probably laughed at Kurt getting so upset over a Disney cartoon, but Blaine wasn’t anyone else. He found Kurt’s emotion and vulnerability brave, his compassion for something as simple as a bird or a fictional fawn beautiful. It was what made him love Kurt Hummel all the more.
Kurt reached for one of Blaine’s hands and laced their fingers. “I believe you.”
“Do you?” Blaine smiled at him, noting for the umpteenth time how beautiful the other boy looked when he cried. If only he could cry in happiness some day, because for all his beauty, Blaine still hated to see him sad. He cuddled Kurt to him and wondered how, if at all, he could make that happiness happen.
“Of course I do,” Kurt said softly. “Because you’re a horrible liar.” He tried to muster a smile. “You could give Finn a run for his money.”
Blaine gave him a soft peck on the nose. “Well, I see you’re starting to feel better, if you can snark insults at me.” He laughed, glad to see the other boy smile again. “And see…” he gestured to the screen. “Spring again, and everyone’s all grown up and in lurve.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow at the screen and snorted. “Must be Valentines Day.”
“What makes you say… nevermind.” Blaine stopped when he saw the expression on Kurt’s face just daring him to continue.
Kurt chuckled and kissed him on the chin. “Did you ever hear from Jeremiah after that whole GAP Attack fiasco?”
Blaine gave a dramatic sigh. “Are you never going to let me forget about that whole disaster?”
“My curiosity needs to be satisfied.” Kurt snuggled his head under Blaine’s chin. “Besides, you’re endearing when you look all bashful; your cheeks go all candy-apple red and you glow.” He glanced at Blaine and smiled when he saw the other boy look just as he’d described.
Blaine gave his hair a playful tug. “You really are your namesake.”
“What, you thought it’d always be you making me blush? What made you think I’d let you have all the fun?” He smoothed his hair back down.
“Alas! My dastardly plan to make you blush like a rose in June has been thwarted.” Blaine gave a melodramatic sigh. “Severed at the bud by a tongue far sharper than any blade.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “You should have gone into acting.”
“I tried actually,” Blaine replied, and Kurt looked up in a bit of surprise. “The drama club said I was too theatrical, can you believe it?”
“Yes, now stop changing the subject.” On the screen, Bambi and another stag fought for the affection of the doe, and again Kurt couldn’t help but relate. He was always fighting for love it seemed.
The raven-haired boy let his chin rest lightly on Kurt’s shoulder. “Yes… well, not heard from him, but I did see him. He’s still working at the GAP. I guess he got his job back. He’s cut his hair though.”
Kurt’s eyebrows went up. “Really?”
“I guess he took your words to heart and really wants to stay hidden.” Blaine shrugged and frowned a bit. “It’s just sad that he’s so afraid to be himself.”
“Given the abuse he could get if he came out…” Kurt touched his head to Blaine’s. “Not everyone’s as strong… He’s older. It might have been worse then.”
“You’re the strongest person I know.” Blaine looked at him, hazel eyes full of love and adoration. “After everything life’s thrown at you, you’re still this incredible, moving person.” His thumb stroked over the back of Kurt’s hand. “Like crystal.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him. “Crystal?”
“You let people see you. You look fragile, like you might break at any moment, yet you’re stronger and tougher than people give you credit for.” He smiled as the other boy’s cheeks grew rosy.
“Even crystal takes a bit of polish to shine,” Kurt replied.
“Then I’ll be only too happy to rub you down till you do.” Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh my god, clean out that gutter you call a mind, Blaine.”
Kurt turned back to the movie as his boyfriend snickered and kissed his shoulder. They watched as the stag fought past hunting dogs, fire and guns, Kurt’s hand tightening on Blaine’s once more. He really did feel some strange connection to this creature - they had a lot in common when it came to loss and adversity - and he needed to see him get that happy ending, because he wanted to believe that there was one for him eventually, too.
When it finally came, Kurt thought his heart might burst into song. He sagged back against Blaine, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Blaine kissed his neck and murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”
“For watching a Disney movie?” Kurt asked, though not unkindly, resting his arms over Blaine’s.
“For taking something that hits so close to home on so many levels, and facing it head on. For being the bravest person I know.”
Kurt let his head rest on Blaine’s chest. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve helped me so much, I wish I could do something to help you.”
“You already have, Kurt.” Blaine smiled warmly at him. “You think courage was just a one-way thing?”
Kurt kissed him so he wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.
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When Carole and Burt walked into the house just a little after midnight, they’re surprised to find the lights in the living room still on, the TV on blue-screen, and an empty ice cream bowl with two spoons on a side table. However, they’re even more surprised to find Blaine still in the house, and both boys on the couch together, though thankfully still fully clothed.
Blaine’s lying on his back, his head pillowed on the armrest and his arms around Kurt, who’s lying partly on his side against Blaine, with his head pillowed on the other boy’s chest. Both of them were sound asleep and didn’t even stir when the adults entered the room.
Burt frowned a bit, but Carole smiled and went to drape a blanket over her step-son and his boyfriend, leaving him to switch off the TV. He glanced at the DVD cover to see what the boys had been watching, and made a small sound. Carole joined him.
“I can’t bear to wake them up, they look so peaceful,” she said. “Let Blaine stay over just this one time, it’s far too late for him to drive, especially if he’s tired. Kurt will never forgive us if something happens to him along the way.”
“Yeah, I guess they should be okay.” Burt looked fondly at his son nestled in the other boy’s arms. “They’re both gentlemen, thank god for that.”
Carole looked at the DVD case. “Bambi?”
Burt nodded. “Kurt could never finish it. Reminded him too much of his mom and losing her.”
“Looks like he managed to tonight.” Carole glanced at Blaine, whose chin rested lightly on top of Kurt’s head. “Though I think he had a little help.”
“Much as it ruffles my protective fatherly streak to say it, Blaine’s been good for the kid,” Burt said.
“Yes he has.” Carole took his arm and led him to the stairs, turning off the lights so the boys could sleep better. “I think it’s going to be something beautiful with them.”
Burt took one last look at them and followed them. “Good. They deserve a happy ending.”