An Autumn Afternoon
Title: An Autumn Afternoon
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: For the first time in what felt like six months, but had probably only been six days, Kurt breathed into the silence of an empty room.
Word Count: 934
Author's Note: I wrote this today, because I hadn't written anything in a month. I asked samzgurl for a prompt, and she demanded fluffy domestic future fic. I managed fluffy and future. So sweet it'll rot your teeth, with bonus Burt because I adore him. Fits in the same verse as Legacy if you want it to.
For the first time in what felt like six months, but had probably only been six days, Kurt breathed into the silence of an empty room. He was standing at the window, looking out into the muted golds and ambers of an autumn afternoon. It was a Saturday in mid-October, and the sky was gloriously blue.
On the table behind him sat a note he had just finished writing, waiting to be taken to its intended recipient. Next to it was the bowtie he hadn’t yet secured around his neck and the cufflinks his mother had given his father for their anniversary when Kurt had been five. Her laughing face, captured forever in a photograph from that same summer, was just visible in its silver frame, tucked between a giant bottle of hairspray and a vase filled with the last of the roses. It was a simple scene, one he’d glossed over on dozens of afternoons as he’d prepared for a date or an event or a show. This time, though, it meant so much more.
Kurt crossed the room to let his fingers run along the edge of the picture frame, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile that mirrored his mother’s, before reaching out to lift the silk of his tie into his hands. He heard the door open and close behind him, and his smile edged toward a grin, but he didn’t turn around.
“You look just like her, you know, except for…”
“Except for the eyes, I know. I think you’ve mentioned it before, Dad.” Kurt turned then, to take in the unusual but welcome sight of Burt Hummel in a suit. “You look great.”
“I feel like a monkey who’s been let out of the zoo for the afternoon,” Burt replied, but he was smiling.
“Well you don’t look like one. You look like a distinguished gentleman.”
“Carole said something similar, but she sounded much more confused by it.” Burt laughed.
“That’s because you’ve spent most of your married life covered in oil and avoiding any restaurant that doesn’t think t-shirts and jeans are appropriate dinner wear.” It was an old argument, but one that they enjoyed revisiting every time they were together. “She looks amazing, by the way. She was in here earlier, and I don’t think she could smile any wider.”
“The smile wasn’t just because of her outfit, kid,” Burt said, as he brought a hand up to rest, warm and comforting, on Kurt’s shoulder. “We’re both proud of you, Kurt. And excited and amazed and not at all surprised, but…”
“But?”
“You’re sure, right? That you’re happy? That this is what you want? Because if it’s not…”
“Oh, Dad.” Kurt had to look away from the utter sincerity and love in his father’s expression so that he could finish speaking. “I’m sure. This is what I want. And I am so, so happy.”
“Ok, then. I figured as much, but I had to ask.”
“Of course you did.” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“One day, when you have kids of your own, you’ll understand.”
“I guess I will.” A little thrill ran through him at the thought of children and the casual way his father spoke about the inevitability of them in his life. They smiled at one another, not needing to say anything more.
“Well, I should go - let you finish getting ready.” Burt squeezed his shoulder one last time, and then picked up the note Kurt had left on the table. “I’ll just get this delivered and then go wrangle your stepbrother.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt laughed at the alarmingly accurate mental image. “Maybe just put him in a chair so he can’t knock anything over?”
“I’ll do my best.” Burt paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at his son. “I love you, Kurt.”
“I love you too, Dad.” He looped his bowtie around his neck and watched as Burt exited the room, the door closing behind him with a quiet snick.
Once he was gone, Kurt turned back to the photo of his mother, looking down at her as he tied his bowtie with efficiency born of long practice.
“He’s doing really well, Mom. We both are. I really wish you were here today, but I’m ok. We’re ok.” He ran one finger down her cheek, the glass cool against his skin. “I love you, Mama. I always will.”
Before he could get teary-eyed, he busied himself with the final mundane tasks of his preparations. He was ready no more than five minutes later; a glance at his watch told him that he was exactly on time.
Kurt was just stepping back to the window to look out when the knock came at the door. Smiling to himself, he strode across the room and pulled it open. The love of his life was standing there, grinning.
“Hi,” Blaine said.
“Hi yourself, handsome.” Kurt took both his hands to pull him into the room. Their fingers linked as they leaned into one another.
“Marry me?” Blaine asked, before he stretched up to steal a kiss.
“Yes. Always.” Kurt felt dizzy with love and happiness and joy.
“How about now?” Blaine grinned again, his eyes crinkling up and too many teeth showing.
“Now sounds perfect.” Kurt leaned in for one more kiss. “Let’s go.”
It was a perfect autumn afternoon. The sky was blue, the air was crisp, and beneath trees edged in crimson and gold, their family and friends were gathered. Hand in hand, they made their way into the garden, walking eagerly toward the rest of their lives.
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: For the first time in what felt like six months, but had probably only been six days, Kurt breathed into the silence of an empty room.
Word Count: 934
Author's Note: I wrote this today, because I hadn't written anything in a month. I asked samzgurl for a prompt, and she demanded fluffy domestic future fic. I managed fluffy and future. So sweet it'll rot your teeth, with bonus Burt because I adore him. Fits in the same verse as Legacy if you want it to.
For the first time in what felt like six months, but had probably only been six days, Kurt breathed into the silence of an empty room. He was standing at the window, looking out into the muted golds and ambers of an autumn afternoon. It was a Saturday in mid-October, and the sky was gloriously blue.
On the table behind him sat a note he had just finished writing, waiting to be taken to its intended recipient. Next to it was the bowtie he hadn’t yet secured around his neck and the cufflinks his mother had given his father for their anniversary when Kurt had been five. Her laughing face, captured forever in a photograph from that same summer, was just visible in its silver frame, tucked between a giant bottle of hairspray and a vase filled with the last of the roses. It was a simple scene, one he’d glossed over on dozens of afternoons as he’d prepared for a date or an event or a show. This time, though, it meant so much more.
Kurt crossed the room to let his fingers run along the edge of the picture frame, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile that mirrored his mother’s, before reaching out to lift the silk of his tie into his hands. He heard the door open and close behind him, and his smile edged toward a grin, but he didn’t turn around.
“You look just like her, you know, except for…”
“Except for the eyes, I know. I think you’ve mentioned it before, Dad.” Kurt turned then, to take in the unusual but welcome sight of Burt Hummel in a suit. “You look great.”
“I feel like a monkey who’s been let out of the zoo for the afternoon,” Burt replied, but he was smiling.
“Well you don’t look like one. You look like a distinguished gentleman.”
“Carole said something similar, but she sounded much more confused by it.” Burt laughed.
“That’s because you’ve spent most of your married life covered in oil and avoiding any restaurant that doesn’t think t-shirts and jeans are appropriate dinner wear.” It was an old argument, but one that they enjoyed revisiting every time they were together. “She looks amazing, by the way. She was in here earlier, and I don’t think she could smile any wider.”
“The smile wasn’t just because of her outfit, kid,” Burt said, as he brought a hand up to rest, warm and comforting, on Kurt’s shoulder. “We’re both proud of you, Kurt. And excited and amazed and not at all surprised, but…”
“But?”
“You’re sure, right? That you’re happy? That this is what you want? Because if it’s not…”
“Oh, Dad.” Kurt had to look away from the utter sincerity and love in his father’s expression so that he could finish speaking. “I’m sure. This is what I want. And I am so, so happy.”
“Ok, then. I figured as much, but I had to ask.”
“Of course you did.” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“One day, when you have kids of your own, you’ll understand.”
“I guess I will.” A little thrill ran through him at the thought of children and the casual way his father spoke about the inevitability of them in his life. They smiled at one another, not needing to say anything more.
“Well, I should go - let you finish getting ready.” Burt squeezed his shoulder one last time, and then picked up the note Kurt had left on the table. “I’ll just get this delivered and then go wrangle your stepbrother.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt laughed at the alarmingly accurate mental image. “Maybe just put him in a chair so he can’t knock anything over?”
“I’ll do my best.” Burt paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at his son. “I love you, Kurt.”
“I love you too, Dad.” He looped his bowtie around his neck and watched as Burt exited the room, the door closing behind him with a quiet snick.
Once he was gone, Kurt turned back to the photo of his mother, looking down at her as he tied his bowtie with efficiency born of long practice.
“He’s doing really well, Mom. We both are. I really wish you were here today, but I’m ok. We’re ok.” He ran one finger down her cheek, the glass cool against his skin. “I love you, Mama. I always will.”
Before he could get teary-eyed, he busied himself with the final mundane tasks of his preparations. He was ready no more than five minutes later; a glance at his watch told him that he was exactly on time.
Kurt was just stepping back to the window to look out when the knock came at the door. Smiling to himself, he strode across the room and pulled it open. The love of his life was standing there, grinning.
“Hi,” Blaine said.
“Hi yourself, handsome.” Kurt took both his hands to pull him into the room. Their fingers linked as they leaned into one another.
“Marry me?” Blaine asked, before he stretched up to steal a kiss.
“Yes. Always.” Kurt felt dizzy with love and happiness and joy.
“How about now?” Blaine grinned again, his eyes crinkling up and too many teeth showing.
“Now sounds perfect.” Kurt leaned in for one more kiss. “Let’s go.”
It was a perfect autumn afternoon. The sky was blue, the air was crisp, and beneath trees edged in crimson and gold, their family and friends were gathered. Hand in hand, they made their way into the garden, walking eagerly toward the rest of their lives.