Fic: So Far From Perfect - 7/?
Title: So Far From Perfect - 7/?
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Sequel to Desperate Endeavor. Blaine Anderson just wants to start a new life, far away from his past as a prostitute. It's not going to be that easy but with the help of friends like Mike, Tina and Brittany and the love of his life, Kurt, maybe Blaine will make it. Previous chapters can be found here.
Blaine was a little sad when Kurt went back home, but at the same time he had to get ready to go home himself and he had a Mike Chang to totally grill. “Tell me everything about the date after Kurt and I left,” he said, plopping down on the sofa next to Mike after both men had finished that day’s work. “Did you and Wes hit it off as much as I thought you did? Was I right about him?” He couldn’t help that he was bouncing up and down like an overly enthusiastic puppy dog. He was so excited about the matchmaking job done well.
“It was honestly awesome,” Mike said, revealing the side of him that was still truly shy by blushing and averting his eyes from Blaine’s gaze. He was definitely smiling though, which was a good sign. “He’s a really nice guy. It was a fun date. The two of us have a lot in common.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Next Friday,” Mike responded with that same pleased expression. Blaine realized, watching Mike speak, that he was really going to miss him. Since high school, Blaine had not really had a friend. He lived with some guys but they were like him, people living in bad circumstances. Two of them were addicts and he had never really met the third. It was a scary place. Mike had brought him back to normal, back to the world where he could have regular friends.
“I’m gonna miss you Mike,” Blaine said plainly. “Seriously, I haven’t had a friend like you in years. I hate that I have to go home but I just - I really have to be with Kurt.”
“I’m just a phone call away,” Mike assured, nodding. He broke into a smile at Blaine’s confession. “I’m also a huge fan of video chatting and stuff. Plus, I’m taking my vacation in a couple of months. I think that you and Kurt have made New York my choice destination.”
“That’s awesome,” Blaine said, perking up at the prospect of Mike being there again soon. He looked the other man in the eye and blushed, because he knew the words he was about to speak were cheesy at best. “You know Mike it really means a lot to me that we’re friends. It’s been years since I had a good guy friend that I could trust. You treat me like just another guy, which is so cool.”
Mike seemed surprised by those words. “I never thought to treat you any different, Blaine,” he promised. “I know that you’ve been through a lot of really difficult things in your life, but you’re not undeserving or whatever. You’re a great guy and I hope when you get to New York, everything starts getting better. In fact, I know that everything is going to start getting better.”
He paused for a second and then lowered his head. “Blaine,” he said softly, “I need you to tell Kurt about the nightmares you’ve been having, as well as your therapist. I know they’ve gotten a lot better since Kurt came to stay here but that doesn’t mean they’re entirely gone or anything. Just, do that for me, okay? It could be that he’s the epic cure or whatever but at the same time it’s worth noting. I want everything to start getting better for you.”
He smiled. “Gotcha Mike.” It would be difficult but Blaine knew that he would do it for Mike and for the progress he knew he needed to make.
Blaine took Mike’s advice.
The day that he arrived home, he thought of his close friend when he confessed it to Kurt. “I just have been getting these terrible nightmares,” he said, not looking Kurt directly in the eye. He had failed to mention the nightmares to Kurt most of the time, and when he did have bad dreams he downplayed them. They were gone when Kurt was close anyway. “I hate it. They’ve been of bad clients, the living conditions I was in, a lot of scary stuff…”
Kurt looked at him with deep sympathy. He nodded slowly.
“They aren’t so bad when you’re around so I don’t even know why I’m mentioning them,” he said softly. “I mean, I don’t know, Mike made me promise that I’d tell you and the therapist. They’re really, really bad, but you might just be the cure. I think you are because you make me feel safe.”
Kurt smiled sadly. “Thank you for telling me Blaine,” he said, taking Blaine’s hand in his. “I definitely appreciate being told. You’ve taken a lot of painful things away from me, so honestly, I’d believe it. C’mon, let’s go to work.”
They got to the office pretty quickly. Blaine was excited for the first time to really get to see the ins and outs of Kurt’s beloved business. The small office was bustling with activity and everyone seemed very pleased to see Kurt. His boyfriend had a lot of respect from the people who worked for him. They walked to the back of the building where Kurt’s private office was. Brittany was waiting for them. She broke into a huge smile when they entered.
“I brought a guest!” Brittany said, pushing a large pink stroller up toward them. “I wanted to introduce Rissa to her godfather’s favorite boy.”
Blaine smiled at the girl somewhat awkwardly. He had forgiven Brittany for revealing that he was a prostitute to Mike, because it had ended up saving his life, but at the same time he was hesitant around her. She was intimidating in a way. He walked over to the stroller and bent down to look the baby in the eyes. She was a pretty baby with a tuft of dark hair on the top of her head and big, bright eyes. “Hi sweetie,” he said gently. “Rissa, I have heard so much about you.”
“I’ll be back, I have some reports to run,” Kurt said, eying a frustrated looking woman in the next office over. This gave Brittany and Blaine a little alone time which Blaine found awkward but at the same time of some comfort.
Blaine coddled and cooed over the tiny baby. “She’s gotta eat,” Brittany said, picking her up carefully. The baby made soft noises of protest over being removed from the safety of her crib. “Can you grab me that bottle out of the stroller? It’s all made up.”
Blaine picked the baby bottle out of the stroller and handed it to the blonde. Brittany started feeding the baby, something that Blaine watched with complete and utter fascination. Brittany was soft, tender and it was obvious that she was a good mother. Blaine wondered if he would ever have kids. When he was younger, he had completely dismissed the idea because his parent’s traditionalist ways told him that he would never be able to have a kid if he was gay. Now, now that he knew real love, he wasn’t sure. He would definitely like that some day. He and Kurt would probably be really fantastic parents.
“Are you wondering what your babies with Kurt would be like?” Brittany asked cheerfully.
Blaine blinked. “Uh, maybe,” he mumbled. He didn’t understand how the girl was so freakishly dense but perceptive at once. It kind of scared him and he wasn’t sure why. “I don’t know if we ever would have kids but it is a nice thought.”
“You two would have adorable babies,” she declared. “I know now that two boys can’t have babies, just like two girls can’t, well not alone, at least, but you could have help like Tina and I had and have babies. You’d be a good father Blaine. You’d treat the baby really well and probably be a lot smarter than I am.”
He watched her feed the baby for awhile. He didn’t speak until finally he mumbled under his breath, “I don’t know if I’m the kind of guy who could have a kid. You and Tina do a great job though.” He knew that his past had nothing to do with his future and the ability to have a family, but still it affected him. Could a man who’s parents hated him and drove him out of town really be a parent?
"You're a good man, Blaine," Brittany said softly, finishing burping Rissa before looking up at him. "I know that you doubt yourself because of what you used to do, but you're good. If you don't believe me, ask Rissa. She's a good judge of character."
Brittany wiped her face and handed the baby to Blaine. He took her into his arms and held her carefully. "What do you say, sweetie?" he asked the child. "Is mommy right about me?" She gurgled and cooed low, so Blaine had to take that as a yes.
She was such a precious child that it literally hurt. “Thanks Brittany.”
He waited for Kurt, eagerly cooing over the child. He was going to learn more about working with Kurt and the therapist’s appoint was the next day. Things were on the right track after all.
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Sequel to Desperate Endeavor. Blaine Anderson just wants to start a new life, far away from his past as a prostitute. It's not going to be that easy but with the help of friends like Mike, Tina and Brittany and the love of his life, Kurt, maybe Blaine will make it. Previous chapters can be found here.
Blaine was a little sad when Kurt went back home, but at the same time he had to get ready to go home himself and he had a Mike Chang to totally grill. “Tell me everything about the date after Kurt and I left,” he said, plopping down on the sofa next to Mike after both men had finished that day’s work. “Did you and Wes hit it off as much as I thought you did? Was I right about him?” He couldn’t help that he was bouncing up and down like an overly enthusiastic puppy dog. He was so excited about the matchmaking job done well.
“It was honestly awesome,” Mike said, revealing the side of him that was still truly shy by blushing and averting his eyes from Blaine’s gaze. He was definitely smiling though, which was a good sign. “He’s a really nice guy. It was a fun date. The two of us have a lot in common.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Next Friday,” Mike responded with that same pleased expression. Blaine realized, watching Mike speak, that he was really going to miss him. Since high school, Blaine had not really had a friend. He lived with some guys but they were like him, people living in bad circumstances. Two of them were addicts and he had never really met the third. It was a scary place. Mike had brought him back to normal, back to the world where he could have regular friends.
“I’m gonna miss you Mike,” Blaine said plainly. “Seriously, I haven’t had a friend like you in years. I hate that I have to go home but I just - I really have to be with Kurt.”
“I’m just a phone call away,” Mike assured, nodding. He broke into a smile at Blaine’s confession. “I’m also a huge fan of video chatting and stuff. Plus, I’m taking my vacation in a couple of months. I think that you and Kurt have made New York my choice destination.”
“That’s awesome,” Blaine said, perking up at the prospect of Mike being there again soon. He looked the other man in the eye and blushed, because he knew the words he was about to speak were cheesy at best. “You know Mike it really means a lot to me that we’re friends. It’s been years since I had a good guy friend that I could trust. You treat me like just another guy, which is so cool.”
Mike seemed surprised by those words. “I never thought to treat you any different, Blaine,” he promised. “I know that you’ve been through a lot of really difficult things in your life, but you’re not undeserving or whatever. You’re a great guy and I hope when you get to New York, everything starts getting better. In fact, I know that everything is going to start getting better.”
He paused for a second and then lowered his head. “Blaine,” he said softly, “I need you to tell Kurt about the nightmares you’ve been having, as well as your therapist. I know they’ve gotten a lot better since Kurt came to stay here but that doesn’t mean they’re entirely gone or anything. Just, do that for me, okay? It could be that he’s the epic cure or whatever but at the same time it’s worth noting. I want everything to start getting better for you.”
He smiled. “Gotcha Mike.” It would be difficult but Blaine knew that he would do it for Mike and for the progress he knew he needed to make.
Blaine took Mike’s advice.
The day that he arrived home, he thought of his close friend when he confessed it to Kurt. “I just have been getting these terrible nightmares,” he said, not looking Kurt directly in the eye. He had failed to mention the nightmares to Kurt most of the time, and when he did have bad dreams he downplayed them. They were gone when Kurt was close anyway. “I hate it. They’ve been of bad clients, the living conditions I was in, a lot of scary stuff…”
Kurt looked at him with deep sympathy. He nodded slowly.
“They aren’t so bad when you’re around so I don’t even know why I’m mentioning them,” he said softly. “I mean, I don’t know, Mike made me promise that I’d tell you and the therapist. They’re really, really bad, but you might just be the cure. I think you are because you make me feel safe.”
Kurt smiled sadly. “Thank you for telling me Blaine,” he said, taking Blaine’s hand in his. “I definitely appreciate being told. You’ve taken a lot of painful things away from me, so honestly, I’d believe it. C’mon, let’s go to work.”
They got to the office pretty quickly. Blaine was excited for the first time to really get to see the ins and outs of Kurt’s beloved business. The small office was bustling with activity and everyone seemed very pleased to see Kurt. His boyfriend had a lot of respect from the people who worked for him. They walked to the back of the building where Kurt’s private office was. Brittany was waiting for them. She broke into a huge smile when they entered.
“I brought a guest!” Brittany said, pushing a large pink stroller up toward them. “I wanted to introduce Rissa to her godfather’s favorite boy.”
Blaine smiled at the girl somewhat awkwardly. He had forgiven Brittany for revealing that he was a prostitute to Mike, because it had ended up saving his life, but at the same time he was hesitant around her. She was intimidating in a way. He walked over to the stroller and bent down to look the baby in the eyes. She was a pretty baby with a tuft of dark hair on the top of her head and big, bright eyes. “Hi sweetie,” he said gently. “Rissa, I have heard so much about you.”
“I’ll be back, I have some reports to run,” Kurt said, eying a frustrated looking woman in the next office over. This gave Brittany and Blaine a little alone time which Blaine found awkward but at the same time of some comfort.
Blaine coddled and cooed over the tiny baby. “She’s gotta eat,” Brittany said, picking her up carefully. The baby made soft noises of protest over being removed from the safety of her crib. “Can you grab me that bottle out of the stroller? It’s all made up.”
Blaine picked the baby bottle out of the stroller and handed it to the blonde. Brittany started feeding the baby, something that Blaine watched with complete and utter fascination. Brittany was soft, tender and it was obvious that she was a good mother. Blaine wondered if he would ever have kids. When he was younger, he had completely dismissed the idea because his parent’s traditionalist ways told him that he would never be able to have a kid if he was gay. Now, now that he knew real love, he wasn’t sure. He would definitely like that some day. He and Kurt would probably be really fantastic parents.
“Are you wondering what your babies with Kurt would be like?” Brittany asked cheerfully.
Blaine blinked. “Uh, maybe,” he mumbled. He didn’t understand how the girl was so freakishly dense but perceptive at once. It kind of scared him and he wasn’t sure why. “I don’t know if we ever would have kids but it is a nice thought.”
“You two would have adorable babies,” she declared. “I know now that two boys can’t have babies, just like two girls can’t, well not alone, at least, but you could have help like Tina and I had and have babies. You’d be a good father Blaine. You’d treat the baby really well and probably be a lot smarter than I am.”
He watched her feed the baby for awhile. He didn’t speak until finally he mumbled under his breath, “I don’t know if I’m the kind of guy who could have a kid. You and Tina do a great job though.” He knew that his past had nothing to do with his future and the ability to have a family, but still it affected him. Could a man who’s parents hated him and drove him out of town really be a parent?
"You're a good man, Blaine," Brittany said softly, finishing burping Rissa before looking up at him. "I know that you doubt yourself because of what you used to do, but you're good. If you don't believe me, ask Rissa. She's a good judge of character."
Brittany wiped her face and handed the baby to Blaine. He took her into his arms and held her carefully. "What do you say, sweetie?" he asked the child. "Is mommy right about me?" She gurgled and cooed low, so Blaine had to take that as a yes.
She was such a precious child that it literally hurt. “Thanks Brittany.”
He waited for Kurt, eagerly cooing over the child. He was going to learn more about working with Kurt and the therapist’s appoint was the next day. Things were on the right track after all.