Drabble
blainewanderson requested: “Kurt, future, designer sees pictures of his husband and 3 children from their private backyard in a tabloid. What does he do?”
Kurt doesn’t tend to have time to look at the papers, these days. He doesn’t know how he’s managed it, but he’s... world-famous. It’s ridiculous. And comes with a heavy workload. And, when he’s not holed up in his office, or studio, then he’s spending quality time with his husband and kids, always feeling guilty that he doesn’t give them enough of his attention (even though he’ll always drop anything work related if Blaine or the kids need, or even want, him.)
So it’s his PA, Henry, who nervously brings the offending article to Kurt’s attention that morning. Kurt and Henry have known each other for years, ever since a much younger Henry had been a runner for New York fashion week. Still a young designer himself, back then, Kurt had been impressed with the lad’s ability to get everybody where they were supposed to be, when they were supposed to be there, without getting angry or starting to pull his own hair out. Designers and models could be... difficult to work with, to say the least. Well aware that the guy was talented enough for more than just making sure people were in the right changing rooms, Kurt had offered him a trial run at the end of the show. And they’d been working together ever since.
It was that bond between them, that long friendship, which makes Kurt sit up and take notice when Henry passes him the paper. There wasn’t much that his friend worried about sharing with him.
“I don’t... I don’t know how it happened, Kurt, I’m so sorry...” Henry’s apologising before the tabloid is even open on Kurt’s desk. Keeping control of Kurt’s security is one of Henry’s many jobs, and he feels as though the pictures splashed across the cheap paper are a personal failing.
Anyone who didn’t know Kurt well would probably be surprised by how calmly he was taking what he was seeing in print in front of him, being circulated across the country (and possibly the globe) at that very moment. A string of photos of his own backyard, all featuring Blaine and his children. In some, Blaine’s pushing Alice and little Peter on the swingset, while Christopher kicks a ball around. In others, all four of them are on the trampoline, laughing and clearly having a wonderful time. Also, clearly unaware that they were being watched.
Henry, however, knows Kurt very well. He recognises the way his friend and boss’ fingers are clenching slowly into fists, the angry furrow of his brow, the way he hides his face (even after all this time, Kurt’s emotions are far too quickly betrayed by his tear ducts). “It’s a... generally positive article?” He tries for something to make things a bit better, but Henry is no good at lying. “Well, apart from calling you an absentee father...”
“I want Wes on the phone, right now!” Kurt suddenly erupts, grabbing at the offending paper and tossing it angrily from his desk. When he looks up, his eyes are red and his cheeks are damp, though the sadness has given way to fury now.
“I am going to sue every last one of these people for all they have. Get me my lawyer. And then I want security around my house doubled. And then I want you to check in with the schools and make sure Christopher and Alice are okay.” Meanwhile, Kurt plans to call Blaine to make sure the house isn’t being surrounded as he speaks.
Henry nods and disappears to his adjoining office without further comment, knowing better than to take Kurt’s sudden anger personally in any way. He knows how fiercely protective his friend is of his family - he’d be more shocked if Kurt hadn’t responded angrily. Picking up the phone, he presses speed dial for Wes, hoping that he picks up, partly because he knows Kurt won’t rest until this is sorted, but mostly so he can have a conversation to mask the sound of Kurt speaking to Blaine in the next room. After so many years, Henry still feels like he’s prying, somehow, when he hears Kurt speaking to his husband about their personal lives.
Kurt, meanwhile, presses speed dial on his own office phone, calling Blaine’s cell rather than their house phone. He’s paranoid, now, that the press somehow have the whole place bugged. When his husband answers, he doesn’t even give him time to say hello. “Have you seen the papers?”
“The pa - no? Kurt, are you okay?”
“You need to... find someone to babysit Peter, and come to the office. As soon as you can. I’m calling Wes in. The paparazzi have been staking out our backyard. You and the kids... you’re all over the tabloids. Make sure you leave Peter with someone safe. Santana, if she’s free. She’d fight off the paparazzi without asking questions. We’re going to sue these jerks for everything, and then we’ll use the money to move house. For poetic justice.” Kurt barely stops to take breath throughout his tirade, and he supposes he can’t blame Blaine for the moment of silence.
“Alice? Christopher?” There’s clear worry in the voice down the line.
“Henry’s checking in with the schools. And with security. They’ll be fine, for now. But I don’t want this going any further.”
“No, no, of course. Jesus. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay. I’m.... I’m so sorry, Blaine.” Kurt’s never been quite able to shake the guilt when things like this happen, knowing that it’s his job, his life, that causes these horrible intrusions into his family’s lives.
“Don’t be, baby. We’ll sort this out. We always do, don’t we? Together.”
The merest hint of a smile crosses Kurt’s face. “Together.”
Not fully concluded as it leads on nicely to warblingprince's lawyer!Wes prompt. Which I shall do over the weekend :D
Also I hope I didn't butcher Blaine too bad.
Kurt doesn’t tend to have time to look at the papers, these days. He doesn’t know how he’s managed it, but he’s... world-famous. It’s ridiculous. And comes with a heavy workload. And, when he’s not holed up in his office, or studio, then he’s spending quality time with his husband and kids, always feeling guilty that he doesn’t give them enough of his attention (even though he’ll always drop anything work related if Blaine or the kids need, or even want, him.)
So it’s his PA, Henry, who nervously brings the offending article to Kurt’s attention that morning. Kurt and Henry have known each other for years, ever since a much younger Henry had been a runner for New York fashion week. Still a young designer himself, back then, Kurt had been impressed with the lad’s ability to get everybody where they were supposed to be, when they were supposed to be there, without getting angry or starting to pull his own hair out. Designers and models could be... difficult to work with, to say the least. Well aware that the guy was talented enough for more than just making sure people were in the right changing rooms, Kurt had offered him a trial run at the end of the show. And they’d been working together ever since.
It was that bond between them, that long friendship, which makes Kurt sit up and take notice when Henry passes him the paper. There wasn’t much that his friend worried about sharing with him.
“I don’t... I don’t know how it happened, Kurt, I’m so sorry...” Henry’s apologising before the tabloid is even open on Kurt’s desk. Keeping control of Kurt’s security is one of Henry’s many jobs, and he feels as though the pictures splashed across the cheap paper are a personal failing.
Anyone who didn’t know Kurt well would probably be surprised by how calmly he was taking what he was seeing in print in front of him, being circulated across the country (and possibly the globe) at that very moment. A string of photos of his own backyard, all featuring Blaine and his children. In some, Blaine’s pushing Alice and little Peter on the swingset, while Christopher kicks a ball around. In others, all four of them are on the trampoline, laughing and clearly having a wonderful time. Also, clearly unaware that they were being watched.
Henry, however, knows Kurt very well. He recognises the way his friend and boss’ fingers are clenching slowly into fists, the angry furrow of his brow, the way he hides his face (even after all this time, Kurt’s emotions are far too quickly betrayed by his tear ducts). “It’s a... generally positive article?” He tries for something to make things a bit better, but Henry is no good at lying. “Well, apart from calling you an absentee father...”
“I want Wes on the phone, right now!” Kurt suddenly erupts, grabbing at the offending paper and tossing it angrily from his desk. When he looks up, his eyes are red and his cheeks are damp, though the sadness has given way to fury now.
“I am going to sue every last one of these people for all they have. Get me my lawyer. And then I want security around my house doubled. And then I want you to check in with the schools and make sure Christopher and Alice are okay.” Meanwhile, Kurt plans to call Blaine to make sure the house isn’t being surrounded as he speaks.
Henry nods and disappears to his adjoining office without further comment, knowing better than to take Kurt’s sudden anger personally in any way. He knows how fiercely protective his friend is of his family - he’d be more shocked if Kurt hadn’t responded angrily. Picking up the phone, he presses speed dial for Wes, hoping that he picks up, partly because he knows Kurt won’t rest until this is sorted, but mostly so he can have a conversation to mask the sound of Kurt speaking to Blaine in the next room. After so many years, Henry still feels like he’s prying, somehow, when he hears Kurt speaking to his husband about their personal lives.
Kurt, meanwhile, presses speed dial on his own office phone, calling Blaine’s cell rather than their house phone. He’s paranoid, now, that the press somehow have the whole place bugged. When his husband answers, he doesn’t even give him time to say hello. “Have you seen the papers?”
“The pa - no? Kurt, are you okay?”
“You need to... find someone to babysit Peter, and come to the office. As soon as you can. I’m calling Wes in. The paparazzi have been staking out our backyard. You and the kids... you’re all over the tabloids. Make sure you leave Peter with someone safe. Santana, if she’s free. She’d fight off the paparazzi without asking questions. We’re going to sue these jerks for everything, and then we’ll use the money to move house. For poetic justice.” Kurt barely stops to take breath throughout his tirade, and he supposes he can’t blame Blaine for the moment of silence.
“Alice? Christopher?” There’s clear worry in the voice down the line.
“Henry’s checking in with the schools. And with security. They’ll be fine, for now. But I don’t want this going any further.”
“No, no, of course. Jesus. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay. I’m.... I’m so sorry, Blaine.” Kurt’s never been quite able to shake the guilt when things like this happen, knowing that it’s his job, his life, that causes these horrible intrusions into his family’s lives.
“Don’t be, baby. We’ll sort this out. We always do, don’t we? Together.”
The merest hint of a smile crosses Kurt’s face. “Together.”
Not fully concluded as it leads on nicely to warblingprince's lawyer!Wes prompt. Which I shall do over the weekend :D
Also I hope I didn't butcher Blaine too bad.