FIC: Forever Home - Chapter 67 of 100
Title: Forever Home - Chapter 67 of 100
Author: Shadowc44
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kadam (Kurt Hummel/Adam Crawford)
Rating: R
Spoilers: AU. If you’ve seen Kurt and Adam interact, you’re good.
Summary: Adam is bored, and realizes he needs a companion. He decides to adopt a hybrid human/cat.
Warning: Mentions of past abuse (non-sexual) from other canon Glee characters. This fic is not particularly kind to most canon Glee characters.
Length: About 5,000 words this chapter. About 284,000 words so far.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Glee characters in this story; they're owned by Fox. Any non-Glee characters are my own invention
Chapter 66
CHAPTER 67
Adam was a bit surprised to wake up and find his bed empty of Kurt, in either form. Either he’d already gotten up, or maybe he’d gone to visit Burt during the night. He wasn’t going to worry about it, because he was somewhere in the apartment.
Adam stretched, and decided to do a few warm-up exercises before his shower. He’d always stayed in pretty good shape, but now he found himself wanting to look as good as he could. He paused and thought about it a moment, but decided it wasn’t the same thing as Kurt wanting to wear makeup to look better for him. Yes, he was mostly motivated by wanting Kurt to find him attractive, but it was good for his own health as well, and it wasn’t like he was adding anything artificial to enhance his looks.
He’d always thought he had pretty good arms, and his abs weren’t bad at all, but he thought they could stand some improvement. When he’d worked up a sweat, he quit, and went to take his shower. He wasn’t sure whether he or Kurt would be cooking breakfast this morning, but he supposed he’d better get started on his day.
When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised to see Burt was cooking. He was dressed for the day, minus the usual ball cap. The radio was playing quietly, considering the guitar-driven song with screaming vocals. Kurt was still in cat form, sitting near his father, but watching carefully so he could move out of the way if Burt started to move in his direction.
“Good morning,” Burt called out. “I hope you don’t mind, but I decided you’d both fixed enough meals for me, and it was time I returned the favor.”
“Thank you, that sounds wonderful. Would you like some help?”
“Nah,” Burt said, cracking some eggs into a bowl. “I’m good. I was thinking omelets would be good, with salami and bacon, lots of cheese, a little bit of onion, and some tomatoes, the way Kurt used to like it.”
Adam fully expected Kurt to protest in some way, but he merely swept his tail back and forth. Then he stood on his hind legs with his paws up, his “gimme” pose. “It looks like Kurt’s in favor of that. Sounds fine to me, too.”
“I’ll make some toast, too.” Then Burt turned to look at Kurt. “No, you can’t have any cheese.”
Kurt grumbled low in his throat, but put his paws down and went back to patiently waiting.
“How do you know that’s specifically what he wants?” Adam asked, fascinated by Burt’s ability to translate Cat.
“He always wants cheese, when he’s a cat, if it’s available. And it’s about as good for him in this state as milk is, just so you know.”
“Good to know.”
“And you,” Burt continued, staring down at Kurt, “know you’re gonna have to go back to human if you want any of this.” Then he turned back to dicing tomatoes.
Kurt started licking the back of his paws, trying to groom the top of his head, as though he hadn’t a care in the world.
“You want some coffee, or tea or something?” Burt asked Adam. “Go ahead and sit down if you want.”
“Thank you, but I’ll make the tea myself. You’ve got your hands full there.”
Adam had just sat down at the table with his tea, and was about to move the chair in closer, but suddenly found his lap full of cat.
“Where on earth did you come from?” he asked. He briefly wondered if Kurt had somehow learned to teleport. He automatically started petting him with one hand, and scratching behind his ears with the other.
“He’s pretty fast when he makes his mind up where he wants to be,” Burt offered. “Since he knows I’m not going to give him anything, or “accidentally” drop anything, he’s decided to settle for being petted instead.” Raising his voice slightly, he added, “So, you gonna change before breakfast, buddy?”
Kurt meowed and nodded his head.
“He says yes,” Adam translated.
“I figured.”
“Kurt, how am I supposed to drink my tea with you in the way?” Adam asked, with a tinge of amusement in his voice.
Kurt meeped, then sort of hunched down so he wasn’t taking up quite as much room.
“I’ll try not to spill any on you,” Adam warned.
Kurt growled, but sensibly leaped off his lap and ran out of the room.
“Yeah, he doesn’t like getting coffee spilled on him. I only did it once, but he learned his lesson. It hit his back, and hardly had a chance to soak into his fur, but when he changed back, his shirt had a coffee stain on it. He was not happy about that,” Burt recalled.
Adam shook his head. “I’d imagine not.”
“He’s gonna need time to clean up before he comes out,” Burt continued. “I’ll make his omelet last.”
While Kurt was gone, Adam took the opportunity to thoroughly wash his hands.
Kurt actually made it back before Burt expected. He had something in his hand, which he set down on the counter. Adam glanced at it, and was glad Kurt had remembered.
“Hi, Dad. Hi, Adam.”
“You made it on time,” Burt observed, “I’m impressed.”
Nodding, Kurt took a seat to Adam’s right.
“Do you want some tea or coffee?” Adam asked.
“No, thanks. I’ll just have some orange juice with breakfast. Thanks, Dad.”
Adam looked suspiciously at Kurt. He’d been gone less than 10 minutes, but was dressed in clean clothes, and the ends of his hair were still damp. He’d also brushed his teeth or used mouthwash. So, apparently he could get himself ready in the mornings in very little time, if motivated enough. Good to know, but he wasn’t going to bring it up now.
“So, Burt, you haven’t told me any embarrassing Kurt stories,” Adam said, in a tone of voice that indicated Burt should rectify that oversight.
“Dad’s busy now,” Kurt quickly interrupted, looking slightly panicked. “He can’t cook and talk at the same time.”
“I most certainly can,” Burt contradicted him. “I remember this one time…”
Kurt buried his head in his hands. Burt continued, his voice picking up enthusiasm.
“I tried to cook a turkey for Thanksgiving. I did it the same way Elizabeth had done it, put foil around it so it would cook faster, all that. I spent hours on that thing, while Kurt was fixing some of the side dishes. Those came out perfectly, of course, even though he was all of nine. But whenever I checked on the turkey to baste it, it didn’t look done. It wasn’t getting brown at all. After like five hours, it still wasn’t cooked. We gave up and ate everything else. Finally, I took it out of the oven, and Kurt goes over to look at it. “Dad!” he yells, “You put the foil on with the wrong side in!”
Kurt had lifted his head about halfway through this story, recognizing what Burt was doing. He grinned at the memory.
Burt continued. “I was glad that’s all it was, ‘cause I thought there was something wrong with the oven. I thought I’d have to get a new one to replace it!’”
Adam laughed, and patted Kurt’s shoulder. He left his hand there as Burt continued to cook, and reminisce. Kurt leaned in closer to him.
“One time we had this tea party,” Burt recalled, “‘cause Kurt’s mom used to do that with him. He made the tea, and we had these little plastic cups and saucers and a teapot. It wasn’t bad, but I’m a coffee guy. Elizabeth had died maybe a couple months before that, but he wanted to have sort of a little memorial tea party. We brought Phoebe, his stuffed cat, out to join us. He poured tea for her, but she didn’t drink it.” He cleared his throat. “Phoebe doesn’t like tea, even with sugar in it, so she insisted Kurt drink it.”
Burt started bringing plates to the table, with delicious-looking omelets and toast on them. They started eating while Burt continued his story.
“So I thought I was doing alright, even though the teacup was way too small for my hand. Then he shows me I’ve gotta put my little finger up, the way you Brits do, I guess.”
Adam grinned. “That is the proper way to drink tea, even if it’s in a mug.” He demonstrated and Kurt politely clapped, though he had a mischievous grin on his face.
Burt ate a few bites, then brought up another story. “This one time, I came home early, and he was singing along to “The Sound of Music” and dancing around like Julie Andrews, wearing his Maria bonnet. He was about 10 then. He sounded great, but the hat didn’t really go along with his outfit. He saw me, and stopped, and looked kind of nervous, like he’d done something wrong. But I didn’t yell at him or anything, just took my jacket off. So he started singing again, and was dancing all over the room. I dunno how he avoided all the furniture, but he did, without hardly looking where he was going. But I’d just taken my shoes off, so…”
Adam winced, thinking he knew what was coming.
“He wasn’t looking for them, so he tripped and went flying. I thought he was gonna land on the coffee table and get hurt, but he sort of flipped in midair and turned into a cat, and landed on his feet on the floor. I have never seen anything like it in my life. It was so fast! Then he starts looking around for the Maria bonnet, which had disappeared. I guess it’s kinda like looking for your glasses when you’ve got ‘em pushed up onto your head.”
Adam nodded; he’d done that a time or two.
Burt ate a bit more. “He kept looking, and I kept saying, ‘You’re wearing it, kid’. He tried to look up, but of course, he can’t see the top of his head. I got him distracted with some treats, then a toy, so I guess he forgot about it. When he turned back to human later that day, though, he seemed kind of surprised he had the bonnet on, but relieved, too.”
“To be fair,” Kurt defended himself, “even as a cat, I knew Mama had gotten it for me, or talked Daddy into getting it, so it was special. I didn’t want to lose it.”
“Even though he always ends up wearing exactly the same thing he wore when he changed,” Burt reminded them. “Dunno why he thought that time would be different.”
Kurt shrugged. “I didn’t want to take a chance on losing anything that important.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t get hurt,” Adam stressed, “but I guess your instincts are pretty good.”
“Yeah, in situations like that, I don’t even think about it, I just change. Then it’s usually easier to stay the way I am for a while before changing back.”
Adam leaned forward, intrigued with this new line of thought. “Burt, can you tell me about the first time Kurt ever changed to a cat? He must have been pretty young, because we met a hybrid, in her cat form, who was two years old.”
“I don’t remember,” Kurt said, looking intrigued. “I never thought to ask about it.”
Burt tipped head to one side, thinking. “He was around a year old. Hybrids don’t all change at the same age, it’s kind of like how babies learn to walk or talk at different ages, even if they’re siblings. Kurt was saying “Mama” at around six months old, but his first actual word was a few months later. Believe it or not, it wasn’t any variation of ‘Dada’ or ‘Daddy’. It was ‘no’.”
Adam laughed heartily at that. “I do believe it.”
Kurt’s lip curled and he was looking down at his plate rather than at them, sulking. He stabbed at his omelette and chewed viciously.
Burt grinned as he recalled baby Kurt. “He had that one down pretty good. Took a while to teach him ‘yes’ and forever till he learned ‘please’. For a while it was ‘no’ to everything, even if it was obvious he meant ‘yes’. But he didn’t have a lot of words yet when this happened. He was crawling, and we were trying to teach him to walk. He seemed much more comfortable with crawling.
“Elizabeth was trying to get him to walk from me to her, like about 3 feet away. He kept getting down on his knees and crawling, and she’d pat him on the head, then turn him around and try to get him to walk to me. He got so frustrated. I think maybe he knew what we wanted, but didn’t want to do it, ‘cause he kept saying “No!” and crawling. I got a little exasperated and was like, “For Pete’s sake, Kurt, it’s not that hard!” I showed him again, how you stand up to walk. I tried lifting him up to his feet, but he pulled away and screamed, “No!” real loud.
“He started crawling to his mom again, and then, a second later, my little boy is gone, and there’s this tiny kitten, with different shades of brown fur, and those blue-green eyes. He wobbled a little, but he seemed really determined, and managed to walk over to his mother, using all four feet. Then he sat down and stared up at her, and started meowing.
“I have no idea what he was trying to say, but Elizabeth was in tears, she was so happy. She changed into her mama-cat form, and got down on the floor with him. She started grooming him, and he was meeping at her. Good thing I had the camera right there, ‘cause I didn’t want to miss a second of it. It was hilarious and heartbreaking, and the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Burt wiped at his eyes with his napkin.
Kurt was staring at his father, wide-eyed. “I don’t remember any of that.”
Burt sniffled and cleared his throat. “Of course not, you were too young. She helped you get balanced, and you started walking around. She stayed right next to you, in case you fell. You were pretty wobbly at first, but you got the hang of it. You two were both meowing up a storm. I don’t know if your mom told you in a way you’d understand, but a few hours later, you both changed back to human. You stood up, and walked over to me, on your own two feet. You weren’t super graceful, but you didn’t fall.”
“Burt, please tell me you have those pictures in that photo album,” Adam begged.
“Of course I do! Not all of ‘em came out, ‘cause those two were moving most of the time. But I did get some good ones. They’re pretty early in the album.”
Adam was determined to check those out with Kurt at the earliest opportunity.
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Kurt and Adam insisted on doing the dishes while Burt sat there relaxing. He didn’t entirely object to being waited on. As soon as they were done, Kurt brought something over to him.
“Hey, Dad, before I forget, I got this cleanser and moisturizer for your hands. Well, Adam bought it.” He handed him something wrapped in newspaper.
“It was Kurt’s idea, something he wanted to get for you,” Adam insisted.
“’Putty For Your Hands’”? he read. It said it contained oats, lavender, chamomile, and marshmallow mucilage... “What the hell? Isn’t chamomile a kind of tea? And what’s with the marshmallows? And soapless cleanser? I don’t get it.”
“I know the ingredients might sound strange,” Kurt added quickly, “but I really think you’ll like it. And it’s good for you.”
He had that eager-to-please look on his face that was impossible to resist.
“Ah, moisturizer?” Burt tried not to sound skeptical. He knew Kurt used moisturizer on his face religiously, and used some kind of hand lotion, the same kind his mother had used. He used to try to get Burt to try to hand lotion, too, but he really didn’t like it, and Kurt eventually gave up.
“Let me see your hands,” Kurt said.
Burt raised an eyebrow at the forceful tone of voice, but held his hands out.
Kurt inspected them and, naturally, was displeased. “Dad, how could you let your hands go like this? They’re dry and chapped!”
“Well, I use ‘em a lot,” he defended himself, knowing it was useless. “I get a lot of grease and oil on them, you know that. It takes a lot of scrubbing to get it all off me, and then…”
Kurt sighed heavily, no doubt at the burden of having such a philistine for a father. “And the soap dries out your skin. I know. Tell me, has Carole ever complained about how rough your hands are?”
Burt thought it was an awfully impertinent question for a son to ask his father, but Kurt just didn’t seem to have those personal boundaries. He felt his face getting a little warm as he answered, “Ah, yeah, actually she has. She gave me a different kind of hand lotion than you tried, but I couldn’t stand the smell, and it was really greasy.”
“I think you’ll like this. It’s sort of a cleanser and moisturizer in one, but it doesn’t actually contain soap. Do you want to try it now?”
Burt knew it would be futile to say, “Not really,” so he gave in. “Sure.”
Adam was watching them, not saying a word to help either of them, just grinning like a loon. Fine, he was the one who had to live with Kurt. Who knows what kind of stuff Kurt would talk him into trying.
“Is the kitchen sink okay?” he asked quickly.
Kurt didn’t appear to have any objection to that. He followed Kurt’s instructions exactly, and broke off a corner of the gray bar. He found once he’d wetted the crumbly gray blob in his hand, it was sort of like playing with putty or clay or something. He rubbed it all over his hands, then rinsed it off.
“Hm, I gotta admit, it does feel kinda nice.” He didn’t expect any visible change, but touching one hand with the other, it didn’t feel quite as rough as usual. “Thanks, kid. I think Carole will thank you, too.”
Kurt beamed with pleasure. “I’m glad you like it. Just keep using that for a while, instead of soap, whenever you can.”
“Good idea. Where’d you get this, that fancy soap place in Cincinnati I used to take you and your mother?”
Kurt nodded. “Mm-hm. It’s called Lush. You might want to keep some at work, and some at home. You can cut the bar in half, so you’ll have some in both places.”
“Thanks for thinking about this, Kurt. You always were a thoughtful kid.” He startled to ruffle Kurt’s hair, but Kurt quickly pulled away.
“Sorry, reflex,” he apologized, then stood still.
“It’s okay.” Burt settled for lightly patting him on the shoulder. He was a little worried about getting grease from the gray stuff on Kurt’s shirt, but he couldn’t see any sign of it when he removed his hand. Luckily for him, he was sure.
Adam excused himself to go write for a while, giving them some time alone.
He was startled by Kurt’s unexpected question.
“When are you going to come back, Dad?”
Burt laughed. “I haven’t even left yet, Kurt! Give yourself some time to miss me.”
“But I’ve had plenty of time for that,” he innocently pointed out.
Burt stopped, wiped his hands on a towel, and turned to face his son.
“I promise, it’ll never be that long again in between seeing each other, okay? As long as Adam lets me come back, I promise you’ll be seeing me again.”
Kurt sighed, and looked at the floor for a minute. “I know, I should be happy even if this is all we’ll ever get. I just didn’t want you to wait maybe a year or something.”
Burt shook his head. “Kurt, I can’t say right now when I’ll come to visit next. I’ve got to get back to work, and Carole, and my work in Washington. But I promise you, when Carole and I get a few days off at the same time, I’ll try to get here. If it’s convenient for Adam. And if it looks like it’s going to be a long time until we have the same days off, maybe I’ll come for another short visit before I bring her. But I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep.”
Kurt looked back up at him with a crooked smile. “Yeah, I know you’ll visit when you can. But I feel bad for all the other hybrids who want to see their families again, and can’t.”
Burt sighed and nodded. “Me, too. That’s why, when I get back home, I’m going to start putting together some ideas to figure out how we’re going to change the law. You know, there’s no guarantee we can make changes, or when they might happen, right? I mean, it might not even be within our lifetime.”
“I know,” Kurt agreed. “But we’ve got to try, right?”
“Exactly.” He thought it might be time to change the subject, before Kurt got too sad. “I was thinking, unless you have something else planned, maybe you can sing for me some more.”
“Oh, yes, I’d love that!”
Burt knew they only had a few more hours before Adam would need to take him back to the airport. In some ways, he was ready to go home, a little overwhelmed with everything. And he missed Carole. That was warring with a little bit of fear that he might never see Kurt again. But he had to push that aside, and just focus on the amazing fact that he’d gotten to spend several days with his son, and had gotten to know him again. He was proud of the man his boy was becoming. He’d told Carole a little about things that were going on, but he really wanted to get her opinion on other things, like the plan to help the other hybrids, that would be best discussed in private. He wasn’t paranoid, exactly, but there was no point in taking unnecessary risks, either.
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Adam was still writing down notes for his ideas for the book. He was anxious to find a good block of time to write some more scenes, but thought he might have to wait a while for that. When he heard Kurt and Burt coming out of the kitchen, he saved the file and looked up.
“Hey, Adam,” Burt started, “I was thinking, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to hear Kurt sing some more. But I don’t know if it will disturb your writing.”
Adam hesitated only a moment. “That’s fine. Just give me a few minutes to get these thoughts down, and I’ll be happy to join you in listening.” He turned to look directly at Kurt. “Or accompany you on the piano, if you’d like to focus on singing. Whatever you want.”
Kurt blinked, as though slightly confused by the options, then he smiled. “That’s great. Let me look through the sheet music. Dad, do you have any requests?”
“Don’t suppose you’ve learned any Springsteen?” Burt asked hopefully.
Kurt grinned, but shook his head. “I’ll try to learn a song or two of his before you get here next time,” he promised, “but I’m not sure my voice is suited for his songs.”
Burt shrugged. “Didn’t think he was in your wheelhouse. But maybe you can find something.”
The researcher in Adam was intrigued.
“If you’d like, Kurt, I can try to help you find something. As I recall, he’s got quite a range of songs. I’m sure we can find something.”
Burt looked surprised, but quite pleased. “Thanks!”
“Sure, Adam, thanks.”
He searched Kurt’s face for signs he was annoyed, but he seemed genuinely grateful.
“You’re welcome!” He quickly made notes of the ideas he hadn’t written down yet, then shut off the laptop.
Burt had made himself comfortable on the sofa. Kurt was still looking through the sheet music, but he had set a couple aside.
“I found some for you and I to sing together sometime,” Kurt announced, “but I don’t see what I’m looking for right now. I think I’ll just sing them a capella.”
“That’s without music, right?” Burt asked.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Shall I set up the video recorder?” Adam asked.
Kurt shook his head decisively. “No. This is just for Dad. And you.”
Adam bit his lip, but decided he was glad to be included. He glanced over at Burt, who didn’t seem at all bored. That was a relief.
Kurt cleared his throat. “I know you know this one, Dad. Mom used to sing it to me all the time, as a lullabye.”
As Adam had suspected, Kurt must get his singing talent from his mother.
He hadn’t heard the song in a while. He’d mostly heard it from female artists, but also one or two males, so he wasn’t too startled by Kurt singing in a lower key. He started paying closer attention to the lyrics after the first two verses, when Kurt got to:
“One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But until that morning
There's nothing gonna harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry.”*
When he finished, Burt clapped enthusiastically.
“That was really good, son. I didn’t know you could sing that low.”
Kurt nodded. “My voice changed a bit. I’m still trying to broaden my range.”
Adam was pleased to find he had a new project to work on with Kurt, if he was allowed to help.
“Isn’t that one of those show tunes?” Burt asked, his brow furrowing in concentration.
It was, and Adam was pretty sure it was a Gershwin tune, but he couldn’t recall the musical.
“Yes. It’s called ‘Summertime’ from Porgy and Bess. By Gershwin,” Kurt clarified.
Burt nodded. “What else you got for me?”
“This is another one Mom loved.”
Adam’s heart soared at the first word Kurt sang. His boyfriend had exceptional taste. He sang it as Adam was accustomed to hearing it.
“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why oh why can't I?”*
Burt whistled and clapped. “Wow, Kurt, you sound just like Judy Garland,” he added.
Adam was afraid Kurt’s feelings might be hurt, but he seemed to take it as the compliment it was intended.
“This one is from ‘Sunset Boulevard’. Mom wasn’t sure I should watch it, but we saw it together on TV, so she could switch it off if I got too upset, but liked it. I think I’d like to see it again.”
“We’ll rent it,” Adam said. “I’ve never seen it.”
“It’s a classic!” Kurt began singing.
Adam leaned forward. He sensed this was another important song to Kurt. He seemed to add a little intensity to the last few verses.
“I don't want to be alone
That's all in the past
This world's waited long enough
I've come home at last.
And this time will be bigger
And brighter than we knew it.
So watch me fly
We all know I can do it.
Could I stop my hands from shaking
Has there ever been a moment
With so much to live for?
The whispered conversations
In overcrowded hallways
So much to say not just today but always
We’ll have early morning madness
We’ll have magic in the making
Yes, everything’s as if we never said goodbye
Yes, everything’s as if we never said goodbye…
We taught the world new ways to dream!”*
Burt and Adam both showed their approval, and Kurt wiped tears from his eyes as he sat down between them. They both hugged him.
“Hey, I meant to ask you,” Burt said when Kurt’s eyes were dry. “You’ve obviously been practicing, and I guess you’ve got most of the words memorized. But how did you do that? Did you get to sing a lot at the store?”
Kurt shrugged, and settled back onto the sofa. “Mr. Will had us sing there, yes. He wanted us to practice even after he stopped trying to have us sing for other people. He thought we’d have a better chance of being sold - adopted, whatever - if we could sing.
“The others didn’t like to hear me, but even when I was a cat, I’d at least sort of hum to myself. I didn’t always know the words then, but I could usually remember melodies. When I was human, I sang as much as I could get away with before the others started yelling at me or drowning me out in volume. I spent a lot of time running through songs in my head, to try to tune out everything else around me.”
Burt shook his head. “Son, you know I don’t know that much about music. And I’m sure I’m biased. But if those guys in there didn’t like your voice, it’s their loss. I’m just so glad I’ve gotten to hear you sing again, along with everything else.”
Kurt didn’t speak, just laid his head on his father’s shoulder as Burt hugged him.
Adam pulled away, but continued to hold Kurt’s hand. He knew he would have plenty of time alone with Kurt later. For now, he was quite happy to be able to share Kurt with the one other person who loved and appreciated him as much as he did.
*Summertime”, lyrics & music by George Gershwin, Du Bose Heyward, Dorothy Heyward, Ira Gershwin
*Somewhere Over the Rainbow” - lyrics & music by Harburg, E Y / Arlen, Harold
*As If We Never Said Goodbye” - lyrics & music by Don Black, Christopher Hampton, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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