[Fic] Raising Baby aka Parenting according to Brittany and Kurt (2/7)
Title: Raising Baby aka Parenting according to Brittany and Kurt (2/7)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,083
Characters/Parings: Kurt and Brittany (slight unestablished Puck/Kurt and Santana/Brittany at the moment)
Summary: Based on this prompt from theglee_fluff_meme . Brittany and Kurt are paired together for the dreaded "baby" project. THIS CHAPTER - Puck get's put in his place and Brit thinks of Hubert's future.
Spoilers: Up to 1x13 to be safe!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. They all belong to a person more successful than I am...
Notes: Chapter two, Woohoo! Nothing new to report, except I hope you enjoy. This chapter is a little bit of a filler, but leads onto the next one which is slightly more entertaining. Feedback is appreciated and encouraged, so don't hesitate to tell me what you think. Un-beta-d so any of the mistakes are mine, so point them out and I'll fix them. Enjoy!!
Chapter Two: What do we do with it?
Now that the day was over, the new parents were preparing to take their child home for the first time. Brittany and Kurt had decided to go to Kurt’s house and do some of the required parenting together while Burt was working at the shop. It would give them the space they needed to start raising this baby.
As they were walking towards the main doors they heard a shrill, mechanical cry echoing down the hall. At the end of the hall stood a very annoyed Santana arguing with a very equally irritated Puck.
They were standing in front of Santana’s locker where Santana was currently juggling her books and the baby. In an attempt to make room in her arms, she shoved the baby hastily into her locker. It was only for a second, to rearrange her books, but the doll reacted to the sensation and let out a constant stream of noise.
“Ugh,” she bowed her head in frustration. “Shut up, you little plastic demon.” She turned to Puck, “How in the hell do we make it stop crying?”
Puck rolled his eyes, then brought them to glare on Santana, “Maybe it wouldn’t be crying if you held it instead of shoving it into your locker.”
“Well, Puck,” she spat, “Maybe, if you offered to hold the damn thing while I was grabbing my books, instead of standing there like the ass you are, I wouldn’t have to shove it in my locker in the first place.”
Just as Puck opened his mouth to respond, Brittany, who had made her way over to the pair, cut in. “Santana is right you know, you could offer to carry the baby.” She gestured over to Kurt who was making his way over with Hubert. “She has been carrying it for nine months after all.”
Santana gave Brittany a thankful smile, “Thanks Brit. It’s nice to have someone,” she looked pointedly over at Puck, “on my side.”
“You do know it’s not real, right?” Puck snapped. He was annoyed with the personal attack and decided to break Brittany’s little baby bubble, “It’s. a. Doll.” He said this last part with a harsh edge in his voice. Brittany bit her lip and looked at the ground, her eyes welling up with tears.
Puck felt a little bad with what he said now looking at Brittany’s crushed face. She had the same face that his sister had when he let slip Santa wasn’t real. He felt like he had just kicked a puppy.
Both Santana and Kurt glared at the boy. Kurt handed Hubert over to Brittany, who was being comforted by Santana, and marched over to the mohawked teen.
“Way to go, Neanderthal!” he spat. “You just have to be an arrogant ass when your ego is slightly bruised.” He pointed an accusing finger at Puck, “Why don’t you go grow some balls and look at your own shortcomings before picking on others.” He pushed his face close to Puck’s, eyes narrowed and his voice came out in a low, threatening growl. “If I hear that you are so much as looking at Brittany in a malicious way, so help me God, I will cut off your balls, if there are any, and use them as paperweights. Capisce?”
Puck was so stunned by Kurt’s words, and turned on by this authoritative side of the boy, that all he could manage was a broken, hurried nod. Kurt smiled, in a sinister way - like the cat that caught the canary, and said a quick, “Good,” before heading over Brittany and Santana.
Brittany had cheered up significantly, excitedly talking to Santana about their babies having a play date. Whatever Santana had said it had worked.
“You could bring your baby over to play on Saturday,” she decided. “It will be so much fun and I get to spend time with you too.” She hugged Santana, which brightened her mood, and ushered Kurt out of the school (they had to get home and feed Hubert after all).
“See you later, alligator,” Brittany called over her shoulder as she waved goodbye (Brittany had become a fan of the animal farewells). Kurt also turned and glared at Puck to remind him that if he messed with his girl, his wife for the week, he was going to cut a bitch. Puck caught Kurt’s gaze and was still confused to whether or not he was terrified for his genitalia, or aroused. When he thought about it, worrying about his penis was pretty much the same as being aroused by Hummel.
Saturday would be interesting for the pair of them.
*
On the short walk to Kurt’s house, Brittany was busily chattering about little Hubert’s future as she envisioned it.
“I think he’ll grow up to be a vet, Kurt,” she declared.
“Huh,” Kurt gave her a sideways glance, a smile playing on his lips. He loved that Brittany was so into this. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, he giggled when I wrapped him in the ducky blanket,” she explained. “It means he likes animals. Hubert is going to be smart, like you, and he likes animals, like me. A smart person who likes animals could be a vet.”
“Oh I see,” Kurt smiled, “He could also be a zoologist. They are smart and like animals too.” He saw Brittany’s puzzled expression and elaborated, “They are scientists that go watch and learn about animals.”
Brittany nodded in understanding, “That would be a great job.”
Kurt couldn’t believe he was talking about the future of a doll that they would have to give back in a week. Wait - it suddenly dawned on him.
They had to give it back in a week. Kurt looked over at Brittany and the huge smile she had on her face and wondered how she was going to take giving Hubert back. He decided to think about it when the time came, maybe he could convince the teacher to let her keep it. Kurt looked up and realised that they were almost at his house.
“We’re almost there,” he said to Brittany.
She looked up from the doll, and turned to Kurt, “Good, because poor Hubert is hungry. We need to feed him.”
When they arrived, Kurt led the way into the house and headed towards the kitchen to prepare to feed the doll. It’s only a doll, feeding it would be easy. Kurt soon learned that to assume, makes an ass out of you and me.
Chapter 3
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,083
Characters/Parings: Kurt and Brittany (slight unestablished Puck/Kurt and Santana/Brittany at the moment)
Summary: Based on this prompt from theglee_fluff_meme . Brittany and Kurt are paired together for the dreaded "baby" project. THIS CHAPTER - Puck get's put in his place and Brit thinks of Hubert's future.
Spoilers: Up to 1x13 to be safe!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. They all belong to a person more successful than I am...
Notes: Chapter two, Woohoo! Nothing new to report, except I hope you enjoy. This chapter is a little bit of a filler, but leads onto the next one which is slightly more entertaining. Feedback is appreciated and encouraged, so don't hesitate to tell me what you think. Un-beta-d so any of the mistakes are mine, so point them out and I'll fix them. Enjoy!!
Chapter Two: What do we do with it?
Now that the day was over, the new parents were preparing to take their child home for the first time. Brittany and Kurt had decided to go to Kurt’s house and do some of the required parenting together while Burt was working at the shop. It would give them the space they needed to start raising this baby.
As they were walking towards the main doors they heard a shrill, mechanical cry echoing down the hall. At the end of the hall stood a very annoyed Santana arguing with a very equally irritated Puck.
They were standing in front of Santana’s locker where Santana was currently juggling her books and the baby. In an attempt to make room in her arms, she shoved the baby hastily into her locker. It was only for a second, to rearrange her books, but the doll reacted to the sensation and let out a constant stream of noise.
“Ugh,” she bowed her head in frustration. “Shut up, you little plastic demon.” She turned to Puck, “How in the hell do we make it stop crying?”
Puck rolled his eyes, then brought them to glare on Santana, “Maybe it wouldn’t be crying if you held it instead of shoving it into your locker.”
“Well, Puck,” she spat, “Maybe, if you offered to hold the damn thing while I was grabbing my books, instead of standing there like the ass you are, I wouldn’t have to shove it in my locker in the first place.”
Just as Puck opened his mouth to respond, Brittany, who had made her way over to the pair, cut in. “Santana is right you know, you could offer to carry the baby.” She gestured over to Kurt who was making his way over with Hubert. “She has been carrying it for nine months after all.”
Santana gave Brittany a thankful smile, “Thanks Brit. It’s nice to have someone,” she looked pointedly over at Puck, “on my side.”
“You do know it’s not real, right?” Puck snapped. He was annoyed with the personal attack and decided to break Brittany’s little baby bubble, “It’s. a. Doll.” He said this last part with a harsh edge in his voice. Brittany bit her lip and looked at the ground, her eyes welling up with tears.
Puck felt a little bad with what he said now looking at Brittany’s crushed face. She had the same face that his sister had when he let slip Santa wasn’t real. He felt like he had just kicked a puppy.
Both Santana and Kurt glared at the boy. Kurt handed Hubert over to Brittany, who was being comforted by Santana, and marched over to the mohawked teen.
“Way to go, Neanderthal!” he spat. “You just have to be an arrogant ass when your ego is slightly bruised.” He pointed an accusing finger at Puck, “Why don’t you go grow some balls and look at your own shortcomings before picking on others.” He pushed his face close to Puck’s, eyes narrowed and his voice came out in a low, threatening growl. “If I hear that you are so much as looking at Brittany in a malicious way, so help me God, I will cut off your balls, if there are any, and use them as paperweights. Capisce?”
Puck was so stunned by Kurt’s words, and turned on by this authoritative side of the boy, that all he could manage was a broken, hurried nod. Kurt smiled, in a sinister way - like the cat that caught the canary, and said a quick, “Good,” before heading over Brittany and Santana.
Brittany had cheered up significantly, excitedly talking to Santana about their babies having a play date. Whatever Santana had said it had worked.
“You could bring your baby over to play on Saturday,” she decided. “It will be so much fun and I get to spend time with you too.” She hugged Santana, which brightened her mood, and ushered Kurt out of the school (they had to get home and feed Hubert after all).
“See you later, alligator,” Brittany called over her shoulder as she waved goodbye (Brittany had become a fan of the animal farewells). Kurt also turned and glared at Puck to remind him that if he messed with his girl, his wife for the week, he was going to cut a bitch. Puck caught Kurt’s gaze and was still confused to whether or not he was terrified for his genitalia, or aroused. When he thought about it, worrying about his penis was pretty much the same as being aroused by Hummel.
Saturday would be interesting for the pair of them.
*
On the short walk to Kurt’s house, Brittany was busily chattering about little Hubert’s future as she envisioned it.
“I think he’ll grow up to be a vet, Kurt,” she declared.
“Huh,” Kurt gave her a sideways glance, a smile playing on his lips. He loved that Brittany was so into this. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, he giggled when I wrapped him in the ducky blanket,” she explained. “It means he likes animals. Hubert is going to be smart, like you, and he likes animals, like me. A smart person who likes animals could be a vet.”
“Oh I see,” Kurt smiled, “He could also be a zoologist. They are smart and like animals too.” He saw Brittany’s puzzled expression and elaborated, “They are scientists that go watch and learn about animals.”
Brittany nodded in understanding, “That would be a great job.”
Kurt couldn’t believe he was talking about the future of a doll that they would have to give back in a week. Wait - it suddenly dawned on him.
They had to give it back in a week. Kurt looked over at Brittany and the huge smile she had on her face and wondered how she was going to take giving Hubert back. He decided to think about it when the time came, maybe he could convince the teacher to let her keep it. Kurt looked up and realised that they were almost at his house.
“We’re almost there,” he said to Brittany.
She looked up from the doll, and turned to Kurt, “Good, because poor Hubert is hungry. We need to feed him.”
When they arrived, Kurt led the way into the house and headed towards the kitchen to prepare to feed the doll. It’s only a doll, feeding it would be easy. Kurt soon learned that to assume, makes an ass out of you and me.
Chapter 3