Baby Mine
Media:Fic
Author:xastralxromance
Title:Baby Mine
Pairing/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine;s mom
Words:2419
Rating:PG
Genre: light angst, romance
Spoilers: Up to 2.20
Warnings: Mentions of assault, sassy Kurt, abuse of designer names.
Summary: Kurt had always liked mothers. Maybe it was something in their DNA that shifted when they had a child, something that automatically changed in them the moment they held their baby in their arms.
A/N: Title comes from Disney's DUMBO because my mom used to let me watch it over and over again when I was little. This story is a product of mindless retail work and an episode that made my heart weep and want to snuggle Blaine.
It was Blaine's parents who had insisted.
When he'd first told Kurt that they would be having dinner with his parents the Thursday before Prom, Kurt was almost sure that he was kidding. But no, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had wanted to meet the boy that had asked their son to prom. Finally. Kurt didn't know much about Blaine's parents; the other boy had kept him pretty much in the dark, insisting that there wasn't much there to know. He hinted at an unsupportive father and an emotionally absent mother, both of which were busy with many other things in their lives that did not include their son. Kurt had never seen them at any of the Warbler's showcases for families, didn't even know what they looked like. He'd overheard Blaine's side of a phone conversation early one Monday morning that involved a lot of "sir's". But here Blaine was, giving him this incredibly intimidating piece of information with a smile that was tight and tense. No, this was not an option, not a request. This was part of the deal for Blaine going to prom.
Kurt had tried to tell himself a thousand times it was no big deal, that the whole fight to go to prom was way bigger in comparison to meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time. But parked out in front of their big house with the high empty windows and three car garage and winding walkway up to the huge red door, Kurt wasn't so sure anymore. Because he was meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time and that was terrifying. That was a big deal. That movie night was starting to look pretty good.
But then the door opened and light spilled out onto the front porch and Kurt could see Blaine's figure hovering in the doorway, looking for him. Kurt smiled at the look on Blaine's face the second their eyes met, the way the other boy's lips spread into a grin and he took a few steps forward as Kurt pulled himself out of the car. He still got butterflies whenever Blaine smiled at him like that, whenever they held hands, whenever their knees brushed. Kurt didn't know if it was just because everything was shiny and new, but he liked to think it would always be like this.
"Hey!" Blaine chirped as soon as Kurt reached the front porch, reaching out his hand. "I thought I heard your car pull up but I wasn't sure when I didn't hear you at the door."
"I was just mentally preparing myself. Meeting the parents and all." He noticed the faint blush just at the base of Blaine's neck and smiled as their fingers laced together. Blaine was nervous, too. That made him feel just a little better.
"My dad's not home from work yet, but Mom is in the kitchen getting dinner ready. She's not as... intense so we'll start there."
Kurt had always liked mothers. Maybe it was something in their DNA that shifted when they had a child, something that automatically changed in them the moment they held their baby in their arms. He always associated them with the warmth of the kitchen in the middle of winter, of hugs when you got home because anytime you left the house they got just a little nervous. He always noticed laugh lines and worry lines etched into mother's faces, showing their love on their skin plain as day. Blaine's mother shot this theory to hell.
Kurt didn't know what he expected from Blaine's mom, but Mrs. Anderson was not it. He knew Blaine was half Asian, but had never put the information to a face. Mrs. Anderson was small in stature, but her presence was nearly over powering the second they walked into the kitchen and she looked up from the salad she was making. She was beautiful, Kurt could give her that, with dark eyes and thick lashes and long black hair that was pulled up with a clip in a half pony tail. She wore pearls around her neck and her wedding ring sat on the counter near her Fendi handbag. Kurt had to admit, she had style. But it was her face that shocked him. There was not the immediate smile upon seeing her son. No leaning over to give him a kiss or a hug or even a pat on the cheek as he'd seen with so many of his friend's mother's, the way Carole always gave both Finn and himself a kiss on the cheek upon their arrival home. Her dark eyes flickered between the two of them, her lips set in a fine line.
"Introductions, Blaine. Don't be rude." Her tone was clipped, her voice even. Blaine gave a short nod and tugged Kurt forward, a little closer to his mother.
"Mom, this is Kurt Hummel. Kurt... this is my mother, Elaine." Elaine dabbed her hands on a towel and held one out to Kurt, who took it delicately in his own. Her hands were small, but her grip was tight and she smelled of Chanel-N5. Her lips pulled into a tight smile as their hands dropped.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kurt. Blaine speaks of you so often, we were wondering when we'd have the joy of putting a face to the name." Kurt returned the smile; he knew how to give face, this was his forte.
"Likewise, I'm sure. I've heard so much about you and your husband." He lightly squeezed Blaine's hand in his own. The action did not go unnoticed by Elaine. She held Kurt's gaze for a beat longer before turning to Blaine, lips quirking only slightly upward.
"Darling, do me a favor and get the nice plates from upstairs. I'd like to set the table before your father gets home. I'll keep Kurt company for you." Blaine's eyes flickered between Kurt and his mother, eyebrows pulled together as if he were trying to figure out if this was a trick or not before nodding, dropping Kurt's hand after one last squeeze.
"I'll be right back then. Shouldn't take me long." Kurt wasn't sure if it was directed at him or the woman standing across from him, but didn't think on it too much. Elaine was looking back at him now, watching him as Blaine's footsteps got further away and the sound of feet ascending stairs reached the kitchen. It wasn't until the steps were too far off that she broke Kurt's gaze and turned back to the salad she'd previously been working on.
"I'll be honest, Kurt," She said his name like it was hard for her, as if acknowledging he was there was something of a struggle. Like now that their son's sexuality was staring them in the face, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Kurt felt his throat tighten and his fists clench by his sides at the thought.
"When Blaine asked us about this Saturday, we were a little surprised."
"Surprised that a boy asked him, you mean?" He could feel the venom slip into his words and tried to keep it at bay but he knew he wasn't doing a very good job. It wasn't really his fault though, not with the cold regard this woman had for her son, for the boy that Kurt felt so strongly for. Her movements stuttered for a moment-only a moment- before she continued chopping the tomatoes, tossing piece by piece on top of leafy greens.
"No. Surprised he agreed to go. Surprised you'd still ask him to go after he told you what happened before." Kurt clenched his teeth together at the pick, trying his best to not let her bait him.
"It's just as much for Blaine as it is for me. He told me that running to Dalton was something he regretted, that he wished he would have stood up for himself. This is for both of us. If you can't support your son, that's fine but don't try and and make it seem like I'm not." Her jaw was tight in the exact way Blaine's was when he was upset, but the movements of her hands stayed the same, precise, exact.
"You can't understand what it's like to get a call at eleven at night from a man you've only met a few times in passing, telling you he is driving your son, your only child, to the hospital. You can't understand what it's like to have a doctor describing to you all the injuries your child has sustained because someone, some stranger, decided to try and beat him to death. You can't understand what it's like to barely be able to hold that child's hand because his wrist is shattered from trying to protect his face. You can't understand what it's like to try and tell him, no it's not his fault, trying to calm him down because any wrong move could send him back to the ICU. For two days we weren't even sure he'd wake up. You can't understand what that's like, Mr. Hummel and I know that, but I would appreciate it if in the future you wouldn't assume I do not understand things." She looked up at him then, her movements stopping as she gently set the knife down on the counter. For the first time since Kurt met her, Elaine had something in her eyes, a something that speaks to a place deep inside Kurt.
"That is my baby, do you understand that? He is a part of me and I do not like the idea of him putting himself in danger for you. But he is. He's scared to go, but he will because he cares about you, because this means something to you. So I am asking you, Kurt... I am asking you to please take care of him. Because he acts strong now, but you didn't see him broken." Kurt's mouth was dry and he felt tears prickle at the back of his eyes but refused to cry in front of this woman. Because the look in her eyes, the depth that was there mirrored Blaine's exactly. Because this woman didn't just care about her son, she loved him in a way only a mother can, because she wasn't emotionally unavailable, she was terrified of what being gay really meant to her son, to her family, and Kurt was bringing that reality to their front door. This woman, this mother was trusting Kurt with more than just Blaine's heart, he realized, she was trusting him with Blaine's life. He felt his breath hitch in his chest at the barely there glimmer of tears in her eyes before nodding.
"I will take care of him, Mrs. Anderson. I swear that to you. Nothing... nothing will happen to him, not if I can help it. And I will, I'll make sure he is safe." He knew his voice was breathy, that it was shaking from fighting back tears, but it wasn't weak. Because he meant it, he wouldn't let something like that happen. Not to him, not to Blaine, not anymore. Her lips twitched upward a little before she sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of feet coming back down the stairs. The moment was broken and she turned back to the dinner, looking up only as Blaine came back into the room.
"I went ahead and set the dining room table. We still need silverware though." Kurt watched Elaine's eyes when Blaine walked in, watched the way they followed his movement. She wasn't cold, he realized, there was just a different kind of joy in her eyes. There was the grateful joy that Blaine was alive, that he was here. The special little moment when Blaine squeezed around her to grab utensils out of the silverware drawer, the tiny smile as their eyes-eyes that were so, so much the same- met for the briefest of moments.
He followed Blaine into the dining room-formal and neatly decorated, with real crystal glasses and candle stick holders and even a chandelier- and began helping him finish with setting the table.
"She didn't say anything weird to you, did she? It felt... weird in there when I came back. Are you okay?" Kurt looked up and met Blaine's eyes and smiled. Because he loved this boy, he might not be ready to say it out loud but he did. Because this boy had saved him and maybe Blaine also needed a little saving. Because prom was going to be perfect for them, Kurt would make sure of it.
"Nope. She didn't. We were just getting to know each other a little. We actually have a couple things in common." Blaine smiled, setting down the last spoon and walking around to Kurt's side of the table.
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"Oh, like great taste in fashionable bags-honestly, Blaine. You never told me your mother owned a Fendi!"
"And a Berkin."
"And she wears Chanel. N5, even! Your mother is a classy lady, Blaine Anderson." Blaine gave a little one shoulder shrug, but smiled none the less.
"She has expensive taste. Most people just think it's pretentious." Kurt cocked an eyebrow, tugging at the sleeve of his Alexander McQueen sweater.
"By now, Mr. Anderson, you should realize I am not most people. I appreciate expensive taste." Blaine laughed, lacing his fingers with Kurt's.
"That's true, you are most certainly are not most people."
So maybe the night wasn't going to be easy. After all, Kurt had yet to meet the Mr. Anderson of the house, but he figured that nothing was more intimidating than a mother protecting her child. He was sure he could handle anything. He was sure things could only get better.
A/N: I have loved all of the "Prom Night From a Parents POV", I don't know why but I'm seriously in love with them. Which means.....I have another one coming out pretty soon SO YAY! I work retail and it's been slow sooooooo I have a lot of time to come up with ideas like this.
I loved all the love and comments I was blessed with last time so~ just remember they are the embers that feed the fire of my soul~ *insert more cheesy lines here* <3<3
Author:xastralxromance
Title:Baby Mine
Pairing/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine;s mom
Words:2419
Rating:PG
Genre: light angst, romance
Spoilers: Up to 2.20
Warnings: Mentions of assault, sassy Kurt, abuse of designer names.
Summary: Kurt had always liked mothers. Maybe it was something in their DNA that shifted when they had a child, something that automatically changed in them the moment they held their baby in their arms.
A/N: Title comes from Disney's DUMBO because my mom used to let me watch it over and over again when I was little. This story is a product of mindless retail work and an episode that made my heart weep and want to snuggle Blaine.
It was Blaine's parents who had insisted.
When he'd first told Kurt that they would be having dinner with his parents the Thursday before Prom, Kurt was almost sure that he was kidding. But no, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had wanted to meet the boy that had asked their son to prom. Finally. Kurt didn't know much about Blaine's parents; the other boy had kept him pretty much in the dark, insisting that there wasn't much there to know. He hinted at an unsupportive father and an emotionally absent mother, both of which were busy with many other things in their lives that did not include their son. Kurt had never seen them at any of the Warbler's showcases for families, didn't even know what they looked like. He'd overheard Blaine's side of a phone conversation early one Monday morning that involved a lot of "sir's". But here Blaine was, giving him this incredibly intimidating piece of information with a smile that was tight and tense. No, this was not an option, not a request. This was part of the deal for Blaine going to prom.
Kurt had tried to tell himself a thousand times it was no big deal, that the whole fight to go to prom was way bigger in comparison to meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time. But parked out in front of their big house with the high empty windows and three car garage and winding walkway up to the huge red door, Kurt wasn't so sure anymore. Because he was meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time and that was terrifying. That was a big deal. That movie night was starting to look pretty good.
But then the door opened and light spilled out onto the front porch and Kurt could see Blaine's figure hovering in the doorway, looking for him. Kurt smiled at the look on Blaine's face the second their eyes met, the way the other boy's lips spread into a grin and he took a few steps forward as Kurt pulled himself out of the car. He still got butterflies whenever Blaine smiled at him like that, whenever they held hands, whenever their knees brushed. Kurt didn't know if it was just because everything was shiny and new, but he liked to think it would always be like this.
"Hey!" Blaine chirped as soon as Kurt reached the front porch, reaching out his hand. "I thought I heard your car pull up but I wasn't sure when I didn't hear you at the door."
"I was just mentally preparing myself. Meeting the parents and all." He noticed the faint blush just at the base of Blaine's neck and smiled as their fingers laced together. Blaine was nervous, too. That made him feel just a little better.
"My dad's not home from work yet, but Mom is in the kitchen getting dinner ready. She's not as... intense so we'll start there."
Kurt had always liked mothers. Maybe it was something in their DNA that shifted when they had a child, something that automatically changed in them the moment they held their baby in their arms. He always associated them with the warmth of the kitchen in the middle of winter, of hugs when you got home because anytime you left the house they got just a little nervous. He always noticed laugh lines and worry lines etched into mother's faces, showing their love on their skin plain as day. Blaine's mother shot this theory to hell.
Kurt didn't know what he expected from Blaine's mom, but Mrs. Anderson was not it. He knew Blaine was half Asian, but had never put the information to a face. Mrs. Anderson was small in stature, but her presence was nearly over powering the second they walked into the kitchen and she looked up from the salad she was making. She was beautiful, Kurt could give her that, with dark eyes and thick lashes and long black hair that was pulled up with a clip in a half pony tail. She wore pearls around her neck and her wedding ring sat on the counter near her Fendi handbag. Kurt had to admit, she had style. But it was her face that shocked him. There was not the immediate smile upon seeing her son. No leaning over to give him a kiss or a hug or even a pat on the cheek as he'd seen with so many of his friend's mother's, the way Carole always gave both Finn and himself a kiss on the cheek upon their arrival home. Her dark eyes flickered between the two of them, her lips set in a fine line.
"Introductions, Blaine. Don't be rude." Her tone was clipped, her voice even. Blaine gave a short nod and tugged Kurt forward, a little closer to his mother.
"Mom, this is Kurt Hummel. Kurt... this is my mother, Elaine." Elaine dabbed her hands on a towel and held one out to Kurt, who took it delicately in his own. Her hands were small, but her grip was tight and she smelled of Chanel-N5. Her lips pulled into a tight smile as their hands dropped.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kurt. Blaine speaks of you so often, we were wondering when we'd have the joy of putting a face to the name." Kurt returned the smile; he knew how to give face, this was his forte.
"Likewise, I'm sure. I've heard so much about you and your husband." He lightly squeezed Blaine's hand in his own. The action did not go unnoticed by Elaine. She held Kurt's gaze for a beat longer before turning to Blaine, lips quirking only slightly upward.
"Darling, do me a favor and get the nice plates from upstairs. I'd like to set the table before your father gets home. I'll keep Kurt company for you." Blaine's eyes flickered between Kurt and his mother, eyebrows pulled together as if he were trying to figure out if this was a trick or not before nodding, dropping Kurt's hand after one last squeeze.
"I'll be right back then. Shouldn't take me long." Kurt wasn't sure if it was directed at him or the woman standing across from him, but didn't think on it too much. Elaine was looking back at him now, watching him as Blaine's footsteps got further away and the sound of feet ascending stairs reached the kitchen. It wasn't until the steps were too far off that she broke Kurt's gaze and turned back to the salad she'd previously been working on.
"I'll be honest, Kurt," She said his name like it was hard for her, as if acknowledging he was there was something of a struggle. Like now that their son's sexuality was staring them in the face, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Kurt felt his throat tighten and his fists clench by his sides at the thought.
"When Blaine asked us about this Saturday, we were a little surprised."
"Surprised that a boy asked him, you mean?" He could feel the venom slip into his words and tried to keep it at bay but he knew he wasn't doing a very good job. It wasn't really his fault though, not with the cold regard this woman had for her son, for the boy that Kurt felt so strongly for. Her movements stuttered for a moment-only a moment- before she continued chopping the tomatoes, tossing piece by piece on top of leafy greens.
"No. Surprised he agreed to go. Surprised you'd still ask him to go after he told you what happened before." Kurt clenched his teeth together at the pick, trying his best to not let her bait him.
"It's just as much for Blaine as it is for me. He told me that running to Dalton was something he regretted, that he wished he would have stood up for himself. This is for both of us. If you can't support your son, that's fine but don't try and and make it seem like I'm not." Her jaw was tight in the exact way Blaine's was when he was upset, but the movements of her hands stayed the same, precise, exact.
"You can't understand what it's like to get a call at eleven at night from a man you've only met a few times in passing, telling you he is driving your son, your only child, to the hospital. You can't understand what it's like to have a doctor describing to you all the injuries your child has sustained because someone, some stranger, decided to try and beat him to death. You can't understand what it's like to barely be able to hold that child's hand because his wrist is shattered from trying to protect his face. You can't understand what it's like to try and tell him, no it's not his fault, trying to calm him down because any wrong move could send him back to the ICU. For two days we weren't even sure he'd wake up. You can't understand what that's like, Mr. Hummel and I know that, but I would appreciate it if in the future you wouldn't assume I do not understand things." She looked up at him then, her movements stopping as she gently set the knife down on the counter. For the first time since Kurt met her, Elaine had something in her eyes, a something that speaks to a place deep inside Kurt.
"That is my baby, do you understand that? He is a part of me and I do not like the idea of him putting himself in danger for you. But he is. He's scared to go, but he will because he cares about you, because this means something to you. So I am asking you, Kurt... I am asking you to please take care of him. Because he acts strong now, but you didn't see him broken." Kurt's mouth was dry and he felt tears prickle at the back of his eyes but refused to cry in front of this woman. Because the look in her eyes, the depth that was there mirrored Blaine's exactly. Because this woman didn't just care about her son, she loved him in a way only a mother can, because she wasn't emotionally unavailable, she was terrified of what being gay really meant to her son, to her family, and Kurt was bringing that reality to their front door. This woman, this mother was trusting Kurt with more than just Blaine's heart, he realized, she was trusting him with Blaine's life. He felt his breath hitch in his chest at the barely there glimmer of tears in her eyes before nodding.
"I will take care of him, Mrs. Anderson. I swear that to you. Nothing... nothing will happen to him, not if I can help it. And I will, I'll make sure he is safe." He knew his voice was breathy, that it was shaking from fighting back tears, but it wasn't weak. Because he meant it, he wouldn't let something like that happen. Not to him, not to Blaine, not anymore. Her lips twitched upward a little before she sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of feet coming back down the stairs. The moment was broken and she turned back to the dinner, looking up only as Blaine came back into the room.
"I went ahead and set the dining room table. We still need silverware though." Kurt watched Elaine's eyes when Blaine walked in, watched the way they followed his movement. She wasn't cold, he realized, there was just a different kind of joy in her eyes. There was the grateful joy that Blaine was alive, that he was here. The special little moment when Blaine squeezed around her to grab utensils out of the silverware drawer, the tiny smile as their eyes-eyes that were so, so much the same- met for the briefest of moments.
He followed Blaine into the dining room-formal and neatly decorated, with real crystal glasses and candle stick holders and even a chandelier- and began helping him finish with setting the table.
"She didn't say anything weird to you, did she? It felt... weird in there when I came back. Are you okay?" Kurt looked up and met Blaine's eyes and smiled. Because he loved this boy, he might not be ready to say it out loud but he did. Because this boy had saved him and maybe Blaine also needed a little saving. Because prom was going to be perfect for them, Kurt would make sure of it.
"Nope. She didn't. We were just getting to know each other a little. We actually have a couple things in common." Blaine smiled, setting down the last spoon and walking around to Kurt's side of the table.
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"Oh, like great taste in fashionable bags-honestly, Blaine. You never told me your mother owned a Fendi!"
"And a Berkin."
"And she wears Chanel. N5, even! Your mother is a classy lady, Blaine Anderson." Blaine gave a little one shoulder shrug, but smiled none the less.
"She has expensive taste. Most people just think it's pretentious." Kurt cocked an eyebrow, tugging at the sleeve of his Alexander McQueen sweater.
"By now, Mr. Anderson, you should realize I am not most people. I appreciate expensive taste." Blaine laughed, lacing his fingers with Kurt's.
"That's true, you are most certainly are not most people."
So maybe the night wasn't going to be easy. After all, Kurt had yet to meet the Mr. Anderson of the house, but he figured that nothing was more intimidating than a mother protecting her child. He was sure he could handle anything. He was sure things could only get better.
A/N: I have loved all of the "Prom Night From a Parents POV", I don't know why but I'm seriously in love with them. Which means.....I have another one coming out pretty soon SO YAY! I work retail and it's been slow sooooooo I have a lot of time to come up with ideas like this.
I loved all the love and comments I was blessed with last time so~ just remember they are the embers that feed the fire of my soul~ *insert more cheesy lines here* <3<3