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Soon You’ll Come Home Chapter 11

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After Christmas and New Year’s things settled slowly. Progress was slowly made over the next couple months, but the only ones who seemed to notice were those closely watching and helping her. They started her with several different therapies; OT, PT, EFT, Nutrition, and a few others. The next step they wanted to take, when she was ready, was Play Therapy as well. They were fortunate enough to work with doctors willing to come to their house, though one of her doctors reminded them every session that eventually she would need to start leaving the house more.

They were under more surveillance now. Anyone could drop by at any given time to check up on them. They kept the house as neat as possible and did what they could to keep to a strict routine. Oliver was back in school and though Sophie’s semester didn’t start for another week, she still flew back in hopes sign up for the best tutors.  The process makes them reminisce the first time they went through the adopt process with Oliver. It’s different this time, of course, and for more reasons than just the special circumstances of Riley’s needs and condition. The first time they wanted a baby, someone who already pregnant and wanting to adopt. It was risky and they could have easily gotten their hearts broken for a second time, the first being when their surrogate miscarried suddenly and tragically the sixteenth week of the pregnancy.  Now, they were trying to adopt someone they already met, verses someone picking them from a stack of files.

The only problem was lately Kurt seemed to be showing signs of a midlife crisis. Blaine already experienced this when he found his first grey hair. He admits he went through it. He questioned every decision he made in life and where he was verses where he could have been. Kurt took his aging with grace, but now as their family is expanding he seems to be stepping back and freaking out, in his own Kurt way. Blaine first noticed it when Kurt went to check the lock six times when they went to bed last night and now he was trying to think back to all the things Kurt picked back up.

Sam returned from Ohio a couple days ago, so Blaine called him over with the secret agenda of talking out a solution to help Kurt.  Blaine just hoped Riley would be okay with a visitor today. Kurt was out on interviews with producers in hopes to get his script picked up, as much as they both loved being home all the time together they did need to start bringing in more money to pay for all of Riley’s treatments and therapy.

Blaine sat and calmly colored with Riley, the television softly playing and educational kids show in the back ground. He was multitasking; killing time till Sam arrived and keeping Riley calm and relaxed. And Even though she did end up vanishing from the area when the doorbell rang she, didn’t bolt from the room or go into a panic. She just calmly picked up her beloved rabbit friend and went to hide in the coat closet.

Blaine greeted Sam with a quick hug, immediately asking how Ohio and McKinley were.

“Same, nothing ever changes there,” Sam replied pulling off his coat and going to hang it up before Blaine grabbed it from him. “Dude!”

Blaine flashed him a quick look before carefully opening the closest door to a surprised Riley. He reached way above her and hung Sam’s coast up before leaving the door a little less than halfway open. Blaine doesn’t mind her playing, or hiding he guesses, in their coat closet. He doesn’t like that she’ll close the door all the way, and he knows once he leaves it slightly open she’ll get his hint and won’t close it any further.

“It sure is a shame Riley isn’t here today,” Sam said loudly to get her attention.

“I miss her when she goes on her adventures, but she’ll be back later.” Blaine responded, playing along with Sam’s game.

“I came all the way here in the cold hoping to get a taste of her famous banana sandwiches Oliver is always raving about,” Sam added feigning tiredness from his journey.

“She doesn’t make banana sandwiches for just anybody,” Blaine jokes, winking playfully at her. He already told Sam a couple times how bananas have become her favorite part of her still mostly bland diet. The sandwich itself isn’t anything too amazing, just some cut up banana between two pieces of toast, but it was her favorite to eat.

Riley rushed over, colliding with Blaine’s legs and hiding behind him.

“What do you think, angel?” Blaine asked trying to get a look at her without falling over, “should we make Sam some banana sandwiches?”

She looked Sam up and down, hesitant about getting too close. She nodded, deciding to trust Blaine.

“Excellent, alright let’s go wash our hands and start cooking”

The sandwich making mostly involved Riley just wearing her apron that Kurt made her and standing next to Blaine as he made the sandwiches. They have tried to get her involved in helping prepare her snacks and lunches but she hasn’t caught onto the concept of actually helping yet. After their snack/meal Blaine puts Riley down for her nap before he and Sam sat down to talk.

“So, what’s going on with Kurt that’s making you so worried?” Sam asked as he began setting up some video games for them to play as they talk.

“I don’t know what’s going on with him, that’s what has me so worried.” Blaine sighs dramatically causing Sam to have to try to cough over his laugh. “The other night when we had dinner he just stared at his plate, didn’t even push his food around he just looked at it for the entire time we were at the table.”

“Maybe he was sick?” Sam offered, but Blaine shook his head deciding that wasn’t it.

“He wouldn’t be near Riley if that was the case,” Blaine began to explain. “Her immune system is still really low.”

Blaine stayed quiet, only halfway concentrating on the game on the screen. “I’m worried. There is something obviously wrong, but he won’t tell me what it is. If I even try to push the subject he completely shuts down and closes himself off.”

“This always happens. Kurt never talks about his problems and you get worried and then it all works out.” Sam stated obviously.

“No, it’s different this time.” Blaine began to explain, pausing to think carefully about his words. His thoughts, however, are cut off when they hear a terrifying scream come from Riley’s bedroom.

Blaine takes no hesitation and darts for the room. He finds her cowering in the corner screaming at some invisible being or object in front of her.

“Riley, it’s alright” Blaine shushed moving slowly towards her.

Normally, well lately, she would give in and seek Blaine’s or Kurt’s comfort after a nightmare. However, this time she began a more violent reaction to Blaine’s presence. Hitting, scratching, kicking, attempting to bite.

“Hey, no” Blaine tried to say firmly, but it came out more surprised. “I know you’re scared and angry but we do not act like this, in this family.”

When Sophie and Oliver had this level of a tantrum he would leave them be to cool down, but Riley has been known to harm herself and he couldn’t leave her even if she was doing everything she could to physically harm him.

After she didn’t get a further reaction from Blaine she turned to destroying her room. Throwing anything she could pick up without too much effort.

Blaine just sat and waited in the doorway tears in his eyes. According to what he read and the doctors he spoke to, moments of rage were expected and normal. The hospital staff told several stories about when she was coming down from her overly abundant testosterone levels that she became so aggressively violent they had no choice but to restrain her to her bed. But, it was different seeing and experiencing it.

Eventually her energy began to drain and she ran out of steam. She was still angry and petrified by what Blaine could only assume was a nightmare. She quickly squeezed herself back in the corner, and began to bang her head against the wall.

Blaine didn’t know what to do. As a parent, he knew he wasn’t supposed to reward negative behavior, but could he really punish her for something that is not really her fault.

“You alright?” Sam asked from the other end of the hallway.

Blaine nodded still not trusting his voice.

“Your lip is bleeding,” Sam stated dumbly looking helpless and worried.

Blaine touched his lip carefully, it must have been when she head-butted him.

“I- she’s never-,” Blaine didn’t know what to say or how to explain it.

“PTSD, right?” Sam asked. Blaine’s face must have shown his surprise to Sam’s knowledge about what she was experiencing, because he continued to explain without waiting for an answer. “When you first told me about her and bringing her home I read up on some stuff.”

When Kurt came home later that night he didn’t say much, which lately has been the norm. It was late, both Riley and Oliver were already asleep, but Blaine knew Kurt would have to work later nights and longer hours at Vogue until he got a part in a show or someone picked up his show.  It wasn’t the ideal situation but the medical bills would add up quickly, so they needed at least one source of income. Blaine was already in bed reading a book on child psychology in hopes of understanding Riley a little better. When they were younger, Blaine would jump up and greet Kurt the second he came in the door. He stopped doing around the time he and Kurt went through a slight rough patch right before Oliver turned two. But Kurt looked so lost and helpless when he entered the room, so without saying anything he helped Kurt get ready for bed.

“Riley had an episode after her nap to today,” Blaine said as he softly babbled to Kurt about different things from the day. Kurt finally looked more alert as he sat further up in the bed, wanting Blaine to continue. “It got kind of violent. Sam thinks she was reliving a memory.”

“Was everyone okay?” he asked, his eyes wide with worry.

“We were both a little scratched and bruised, but fine.” Blaine answered holding onto Kurt’s hand needing that grounding. “It was scary for both of us. She refused to be near me or leave her room after it happened.”

“We’ll have to document it for her doctor and have him bring up how it should be. I’m sure we should discuss violent behavior with her, but I don’t want her to punish herself for something she had no control over.” Kurt said reaching for his journal he has dedicated to documenting anything that had happened with Riley, both good and bad.

“I just kind of sat there dumbly and let it happen,” Blaine sighed. “You should have been there, you would have known what to do.”

Kurt turned his body, shifting to sit on his knees, giving Blaine a confused expression. “Blaine, just because I handle a situation differently than you doesn’t mean I would have been right.”

Blaine shrugged a little, looking away from Kurt. He hadn’t felt this insecure about being a parent since Sophie was first born.

“I don’t know how I would have reacted or what I would have done. In fact, since you’re home with the kids and spend more time with them I usually look to you when it comes how to handle situations that involve them,” Kurt clarified taking Blaine’s hands and making sure he had his full attention.  “We can talk to her specialists and ask for advice? And there were those support groups I was would looking at.”

“Do you think she is ready for us to leave her with someone else?” Blaine begins to ask, “What if she thinks we’re abandoning her?”

“We had to leave her at the hospital before, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let her get more comfortable and used to Sam.” Kurt answers giving Blaine a quick kiss and turning off his light, thus ending the conversation and leaving no more time for Blaine to further argue.

Blaine sighs a little watching Kurt as he gets comfortable before settling in for some sleep himself.

Blaine was in a deep sleep when he felt someone shoving him and saying his name in a loud whisper. Blaine turned away, mumbling and whining into his pillow.

“Blaine, seriously? Wake up!” Kurt grumbled quietly. “I think someone is in the house.”

At that Blaine sat straight up blinking rapidly, trying to wake up. The only other person in the house was Riley, since Oliver was supposed to be staying over his friend’s house, and she was still too terrified and ashamed of her actions to leave her room.

Neither of them hesitated to spring out of bed to check on Riley, when they heard a crash echoing from the hall followed by a frightened scream.  They were shocked to find a swaying and slurring Oliver standing over Riley who cowering in the corner. Next to Oliver was a shattered vase that Blaine only assumed Riley tried to throw at Oliver.  

He gave her a drawn out shush and then giggled before slurring and mumbling. “I know you’re always scared, but it’s okay.”

“Oliver!”, “What is wrong with you?!” Both Blaine and Kurt spoke at once separating the two of them, Blaine picking up and holding Riley, and Kurt pushing Oliver away from her.

Oliver stumbled on his feet before falling to floor, looking confused.

“Oliver, are you drunk?!” Kurt asked, his voiced going up an octave.

Blaine tightened his hold on Riley when she began to cry into his shoulder and neck. It wasn’t a panicked screaming kind of cry she usually did, but softer with hiccups.“You’re safe, I’m here, Kurt’s here, you’re home with us, we won’t let anything bad happen” He whispered soothing as he bounced her

“idntdrink” Ollie mumbled close to tears now, still sitting on the floor.

Kurt took no more hesitation to sit down next to him and trying to get a better look at his eyes, “Baby, we can’t understand you.”

“I don’t feel good” he said more clearly this time.

“Alright, up” Kurt said wasting no time to pull him up and lead him into the bathroom.

Blaine walked back to his room, Riley refusing to let go of him until he sat down carefully on the bed and rocked her until she settled down.

“Riley, I know you’re scared but you need to tell me if he hurt you,” Blaine started to ask. She didn’t appear to be hurt, just frightened but that didn’t mean Oliver didn’t do something to her. She didn’t answer, she just turned her head away hiding herself from Blaine.

“Okay, did he touch you?” Blaine asked, this time trying to be slightly more specific. She carefully shook her head still not looking at Blaine.

Blaine let out a soft sigh feeling relieved Oliver hadn’t accidently physically harmed her. He pulled Riley close again rocking her back and forth, softly humming one of the songs she has come to enjoy, trying to settle the high energy and emotions.

“I want you to know that the behavior Oliver demonstrated tonight was not okay and there will be consequences for his actions.” Blaine said softly and calmly when her shaking began to stop. “It’s okay to feel scared, I was even scared.”

She looked up with him with wide surprised eyes, causing him to slightly smile.

“Oliver is a very good kid and has never behaved so stupidly. I am scared about why he did this or if something happened to him. I was scared something happened to you, that he hurt you.” Blaine answered keeping his voice calm and soft. “You’re a very brave girl,”

He only stopped when she flinched at the word. She was still sensitive to any type of femininity, Blaine was starting to worry, but none of her specialists or therapists ever brought up the issue with him and he was worried about pushing too far too fast so he’s been burying the behavior in the back of his mind.

It didn’t take long for Riley to fall back to sleep, Blaine was almost back to sleep himself when Kurt finally made it back into their bedroom looking worn, furious, and worried.

“He says he didn’t drink anything but some soda” Kurt said quietly trying not to wake Riley.

“He’s never lied to us before,” Blaine responds as Kurt starts to pace.

“Yeah but the amount he threw up and the state he was in says otherwise. He was really out of it. He doesn’t know how he got home, he doesn’t know what happened before he got home. All he could tell me was he told them he didn’t want to drink anything,” Kurt informs his voice getting higher as he gets more upset.

“Who is them?” Blaine asked ready to put the blame on someone else, find out what happened to their boy.

“I dunno,” Kurt answered in a sigh, “I asked but he just started crying harder and telling me he didn’t drink anything.”

“Come to bed, you can stress about it when we are all a little more rested in the morning,” Blaine said as he tried to guide Kurt on the other side of Riley.

“Blaine,” Kurt quietly hissed, now annoyed with him “someone could have drugged our child and you want to sleep on it?”

“Do you really think that happened?” Blaine asked more seriously now. He wasn’t in the bathroom with Oliver, his focus was on Riley.

“Yes, I do. And I am debating on taking him to the hospital right now to be checked. Something could have happened to him.” Kurt said his voice wavering a little. He didn’t wait for a response from Blaine before he walked into the closest to get changed.

“Do you want me to go?” Blaine asked quietly when Kurt came into the room fully dressed.

“No,” Kurt rushed out before taking a calm breath, “no, you stay with Riley. I’ll be sure to call if anything is serious.”

“Okay,” Blaine answered accepting a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll make you a big breakfast in bed when you get home.”

Blaine listened to Kurt trying to get Oliver up and cooperating to get him out the door. There was a lot of stumbling and whining and Oliver’s part. Blaine made a mental to note to call Oliver’s friend’s parents about this when it was a more appropriate hour to make a call. He and Kurt were not unknown or unaware of underage drinking, but if Oliver insists he didn’t drink anything Blaine believes him. That is what makes it so upsetting to him. It would be one thing if Oliver had chosen on his own to drink, there wouldn’t be serious punishment but he would have a long talk about his actions and maybe a light grounding.

Blaine rubbed his hands over his face before getting out of bed, deciding he wasn’t going to be getting any more sleep. 

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“I Love You” Will Still Sound the Same

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Summary:

Rachel Berry hosts New Directions reunions every year in McKinley's auditorium, which include a singing competition.

Years after McKinley was turned into an all art school with many competing glee clubs, the former New Directions still got together. Rachel Berry often planned these get-togethers. They were able to indulge themselves in the better memories of high school. Although Kurt Hummel considered his experience to be more negative than positive, he was standing in his father’s house in his childhood bedroom buttoning up his shirt getting ready to relive those four years.

Lima never really changed from year to year. Burt and Carole were happy to have the company of their favorite sons (Blaine often corrects them to “son-in-law” but it was always in vain). There weren’t many holidays celebrated in Ohio anymore, except Christmas and New Years. Some years, the Fourth of July made the list. Still, Kurt and Blaine tried to visit every other month if their schedules allowed it.

“Baby is down for the count,” Blaine announces, entering Kurt’s bedroom.

“Can you believe your parents offered to take the twins to the movies?”

“And your parents wanted to get up every hour with a newborn?”

Kurt smiles as Blaine’s hand brush over his shoulders. McKinley’s auditorium was probably all set up for their annual New Directions reunion party. Students from all the years since Kurt’s graduation came to Rachel’s gathering each June. It was a different mix of people but everyone seemed to stick to their own age groups. At least, they did until the competition started.

Everyone wanted the bragging rights that came with first place. It didn’t matter who was in your group so long as each member was willing to pull their weight. This year Kurt convinced Blaine to limited their number to a duet.

“I can’t believe you don’t want to win this year,” Blaine says.

“We won last year, let someone else take on the challenge.” Kurt slips into his suit jacket, which he leaves unbuttoned. “I just want to sing a silly love song with my bushy hair husband.”

Kurt catches Blaine’s blush in the mirror’s reflection as Blaine straightens his bowtie.

“Let’s go!”

They bid Burt and Carole goodbyes and Kurt can’t help but give them more instructions for baby care. Blaine has to pull him to the car.

Mckinley’s front doors are wide open with balloons tied to the door handles. Once inside, Kurt spots Sam and Puck by the food. As they approach them, Blaine is drawn into their argument about Star Wars, which Kurt immediately tunes out.

“How goes the show, Hummel?” Santana asks, bumping his hip.

“Grows increasingly difficult to leave Blaine with the twins and a newborn every night and twice on the weekends.”

“Britt feels that way too about accepting dancing gigs. I told her to go on tour but she refuses because of, well, you know…” Kurt's eyes fall to Santana’s rounded belly. “Even local gigs, she won’t do.”

“It’ll be harder when the baby’s here. Trust me,” Tina chimes in. “Mike almost didn’t want to come tonight because of our little ones at home.”

“Isn’t Izzy seven now?” Santana asks.

Tina looks pointedly at her. “Yes, which is exactly my point. She’s fine with his mom.”

“Baby talk?’ Blaine asks, having finished making his Star Wars opinions.

“What else?” Kurt kisses his cheek.

No more baby talk is added when Rachel comes over to the group.

“So, what is everyone singing tonight?” Rachel asks. “Or better question, who’s singing with who?”

“None of your business, Berry. I won’t let you steal my song again,” Santana says, with a quick turn back to her bride.

Brittany is sitting with Artie and Jake, Puckerman’s little brother.

“Let’s join a table,” Blaine suggests, adding a roll to his dinner plate.

The couple ends up sitting with Mike, Tina, and Mercedes. Rachel’s menu includes vegan, vegetarian, and meat options, unlike previous years when she had decided to only supply vegan snacks. After the threats of skipping the following year’s reunion, she added more variety.

“Rachel is trying to get a leg up by asking people to spill their song choices,” Blaine warns.

“Shocker,” Mike replies.

“She always does this,” Tina continues. “I’m sure whatever she decided on will be great.”

“Are we bashing Rachel ‘cause I have some thoughts,” Quinn says pulling out a chair. “We may be out of high school but she still manages to get under my skin sometimes.”

Puck takes the seat next to her and Sam chooses the one beside Mercedes. She was mostly joking, Quinn and Rachel had patched up their relationships years ago. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more time for talking as Rachel had taken to the stage to announce their first group performance of the night.

“Heard a rumor that you chose to duet with hubby here, bold choice,” Kitty says, pulling an extra chair to their table.

“We’re all about bold choices,” Blaine smiles at her.

Several group performances start out the night and one marvelous solo before Rachel is practically beaming on the stage. Kurt knows her ‘showface’ as Jesse St. James would call it means Rachel is actually friends with the next performer or performers.

“Okay!” Rachel says. “Two of my very good friends are up next, Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel.”

Blaine leads Kurt up to the stage. There are already two microphones set up, Blaine walks to the one farthest from the stairs and Kurt hands the sheet music to the live band.

“I love you,” Blaine tells his husband.

“Oh honey, I love you too.” Then the music begins playing, Kurt sings the first half of the verse.

“Could you see yourself

Growing old with me,

Watchin’ my head turn to grey?”

With a smile thrown Blaine’s way, the other boy picks up the second half.

“Could you live with me

In my mistakes,

And the ones I have yet to make?”

The audience seems to like the slower song choice. It’s a simple duet and the meaning matches the pairing. During the chorus, the boys take the microphones off of the stands in order to stand toe to toe. Not facing the audience at all, Kurt and Blaine sing in sync.

“So when our eyes have seen their better days

And our hearing starts to fade

Put your arms ‘round my neck, and your heart on my chest

‘I Love You’ will still sound the same

‘I Love You’ will still sound the same”

There’s plenty of applause when the couple finishes. They join hand and take a bow before moving off the stage back to their seats.

“Not trying to win for a second year?” Santana asks.

Kurt shakes his head. “Always knew I was a winner but I’m not a needy winner.”

With an eye roll, Santana turns her attention back to the stage as Rachel announces the next group. Blaine leans over to whisper to Kurt while Rachel talks more than is necessary, “It will, you know.”

“What will?” Kurt replies, confused.

“Every time I hear it, a shiver runs down my spine and my heart pounds just like it did the first time I told you in the Lima Bean. Sometimes when you tuck the kids into bed and you kiss their foreheads and murmur ‘I love you’ my palms get sweaty and my legs tremble. I think I always knew I wanted to grow old with you. There was a time where I just didn’t want to admit to myself how in love with you I was and how it would never fade.”

“You do know, we’re always married. You got me forever,” Kurt says with a fresh blush on his cheeks. “There was also a time where you claimed to be terrible at romance but that speech was pretty damn romantic.”

“I love you.”

Blaine takes Kurt’s hand and rests their joined hands on the table.

[xxperidot-frogxx]

Klaine RP

You: Blaine shifted slightly in the bed, stretching as he stirred. He blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the light and looking down at the peace face lying next to him. He gave his boyfriend a small nudge “wake up Babe,” he said softly

Stranger: Kurt groaned burying his face into his pillow and mumbling something incoherently

You: "aaaww you're cute when you're sleepy" Blaine said with a giggle rapping his arms around Kurt's middle

Stranger: "And you're annoying when you're awake." Kurt said, trying to get out of Blaine's hold.

You: "Hey! but you love me really right?" He said laughing again helping Kurt get comfortable pulling him against his chest

Stranger: "Ugh why can you see though me so easily?" Kurt ginned. He turned around in Blaine's arms and looked at his lover. "Hey."

You: "morning" Blaine said in a sing song voice running his hand down Kurt back

Stranger: "Yeah i guess... you know this calls for revenge." Kurt grins, straddling Blaine with ease an tickling at his sides.

You: Blaine grinned up at Kurt nervously, then as Kurt tickled his sides he burst into laughter "Oh god..Don't..Stopit!" Blaine giggled as he tried to break free.

Stranger: "No you woke me up too soon, now I will avenge my early awakening!" Kurt shouted happily, not stopping.

You: Blaine babbled out, pleading through the laughter. Pulling himself together long enough Blaine willed the power and flipped them over so Blaine was the one straddling Kurt "AHA! oh how the tables have turned babe!" He said with a victorious smile.

Stranger: "You know i'm not ticklish honey.... you have tried and failed many times." Kurt smirked, lying limply on the mattress.

You: "who said I was going to tickle you?" Blaine said with an evil devious smirk. He leaned in and kissed behind Kurt's ear, the way he knew drove Kurt crazy.

Stranger: "Oh god Blaine!" Kurt moaned already feeling the blood rush south. "Don't start things you're not going to finish..."

You: Blaine just smirked and continued to kiss down Kurt's neck and nibble at his ear lobe

Stranger: "Blaine you ass. God that feels good!" Kurt struggled against Blaine's hold trying to get away but failing.

You: Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and held them above his head, before pressing a kiss to his lips "I maybe an ass, but I'm your adorable ass of a boyfriend"

Stranger: "I have to admit your ass is adorable Blainey." Kurt cooed knowing Blaine hated that nickname. It always made the man feel even smaller than he already was.

You: "Oh shush you, with the nick-names. Or I'll start calling you tickle me dough face again"

Stranger: "Ugh fine, squirt."

You: "Hey!" Blaine said kissig down Kurt's bear chest with a smile.

Stranger: "What is it Gelly McShortpants don't you like my nicknames?" Kurt asked with a pout.

You: "now thats just mean" Blaine said sitting up and looking down at Kurt with a pout.

Stranger: "Yes but creative." Kurt ginned, leaning up and giving Blaine a come-hitter look.

You: "yes your creativity knows no bounds" he said smiling and meeting Kurts lips with his.

Stranger: Kurt kissed back and laced his arms around Blaine's neck. "You love that about me."

You: "I love everything about you" Blaine said pecking at Kurt' lips

Stranger: "Good, then we can start working on you." The other responded.

You: "you really have it in for me this morning dont you?"

Stranger: "yes, it's Saturday and you woke me up at..... ow it's 11;45 already... huh..." Kurt remarked surprised by the hour.

You: "see how time flies when you're making fun of me?" Blaine said with a giggle resting his forehead against Blaines

Stranger: "True... it is fun... can we stay in bed a while longer?" Kurt asked looking into those hazel eyes.

You: "of course, I only woke you up for cuddles, we have nowhere to be today," Blaine said lying them back down together, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's chest

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Soon You’ll Come Home Chapter 10

Summary: Blaine and Kurt are married with two kids and at the point of their lives they would never imagine having another child. But then Blaine meets a young girl in the most unlikely way and after he learns about the abuse she suffered he can’t help but want to give her the family that loves and care’s for her like she needs.

Warning: mentioned child abuse, mentions death of Kurt’s mom, Burt, and Finn. 

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Blaine hated settling into a routine at the hospital. He’s had to do it a couple times now so he believes it shouldn’t be as rough as it still is on everyone. But that’s what they did, while Riley continued her stay at the hospital. Once she received her breathing treatment and spent a couple hours with the IV she was already making a fast recovery and was promised that she would be home before Christmas Eve as long as she continued on the recovery path she was on. Their routine wasn’t anything complicated. Both Kurt and Blaine stayed, with a visit from Sophie and Oliver a couple times, and thy rotated who would stay the night with her. They continued with their usual activities, watching movies, reading books, and coloring. She had become particularly fond of Disney’s Tarzan and was beginning an obsession with “You’ll be in my Heart”, though both Kurt and Blaine would sing any song any number of times if it made her smile the way she did when she heard that song. For reading they started to slowly introduce her to books with American Sign Language in hopes of getting her to communicate, even after spending all this time with them she still tried to be invisible to everyone and wouldn’t even ask for water if she was thirsty.

Declan also became a major role in her recovery. Anything they needed her to do to get better he made it happen. Kurt joked a couple times about making him her private nurse. Blaine still refused to think about how she was so willing to cooperate with Declan, forcing his mind to think that it was a simple attraction to him and not some positive association with someone who looked like him.    

It was supposed to be her last night in the hospital. It was Blaine’s turn to stay and Kurt had already said his goodnights to the both of them, reminding Blaine he will bring a Christmas gift for Declan from all of them when he meets them tomorrow for her discharge. Blaine had just begun to clean up their coloring pages from the day, Riley already asleep with her pacifier in her mouth and rabbit tucked under her arms, when Declan quietly came into the room to check on her.

“How is she doing?” he asked sincerely, starting to check on her IV drips and monitors.

“Just tired, but she was like that before she was sick,” Blaine answered as positively as he could. “Thank you, again for being so patient and understanding with her. Most of the nurses get frustrated with her and some of the resources I’ve seen used in the past to restrain have almost made me give up on caring hospital staff.”

“It was an honor to work with her, and you” Declan replied smiling moving on to help Blaine tidy up all the crayons and pictures that littered the tray table.

“If there is ever anything we can do to say thank you, both Kurt and I would love to show our gratitude.” Blaine asked, hoping he wasn’t stepping on any policy boundaries that could get Declan in trouble.

“Honestly you and your husband have both already done more than enough to help me, and I know I’m not supposed to say but I’m going to anyway. You were both a real inspiration to me and helped me accept who I really was and gave me the courage to be true to who I am. It probably sounds silly, but both of you being open like you were made me feel not so a lone.” He confessed trying to nonchalantly shrug at the end.

“Something like that is never silly and I love to hear we could help at least one person by being a role model for them.” Blaine answered.

It was quiet for a while before Declan cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the drawings, smiling at the family picture she drew. “Is this supposed to be your family?”

“Yeah,” Blaine smiled fondly at the sloppy scribbled drawing of him, Kurt, Sophie, and Oliver in front of their Christmas tree. They only reason he was almost positive it was their family was because of Kurt’s scribbled broach on his blue suite and Sophie’s pink hair. His smile dropped as he looked at the smaller drawing off to the far side, separated from them. From a distance, he assumed she drew herself, but this looked more like a young boy. Her drawings of females were all the same, longer hair that went down instead of up, even Sophie’s hair which was shorter now was drawn in long pink lines. They were also always drawn in skirts or dresses, and less rectangular.

“It’s a good sign,” Declan said interrupting Blaine’s thoughts.

Blaine looked at him questioningly.

“That’s she drawing and that’s she drawing your family. Some kids with bad experiences can’t even express their feelings in any way. Plus, I heard from some of the other nurses her first week here she spent hiding under the table or bed.”

Blaine smiled and placed the drawing in the folder with the others making a mental note to make room on the bulletin board for them when they got home. As he set his bag down he caught Kurt rushing in out of the corner of his eye. At first, he was worried because Kurt was almost running into the room, but then he caught the bright smile on his face.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked more curious then worried.

“Sorry, sorry” Kurt apologized to the older nurse who ran in behind him to lecture him on his running. She rolled her eyes but left the doorway without a word.

“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt greeted, out of breath. “There’s a big surprise for you and …” he trailed off looking at Riley who was still sniffling a little in her sleep. “Did she just get to sleep?”

“The medicine has been making her tired, but I’m sure we can wake her for a surprise?” Blaine answered very unsure if they should actually wake her.

Kurt, however, takes no hesitation in the idea. “I’m sorry, but can we um” Kurt asked Declan gesturing to her IV’s.

“Oh yes of course,” he answered jumping in and capping off the end of the IV’s before Kurt gently woke up her up.

“Riley, Angel,” he whispered stroking her hand softly, “we have a surprise for you, if you feel up to it?”

She blinked a few times and coughed a little, but allowed Kurt to pick her up and hold her close.

“Should I get her a wheel chair?” Declan asked ready to go find one close by.

“No I got her,” Kurt answered adjusting her in his arms as she rubbed her sleepy face on his shoulder before sneaking her thumb into her mouth, “but thank you.”

Blaine was surprised she even allowed him to pick her up, but maybe she was still half asleep.

As they walked down the hallway Blaine heard the melody of a familiar Christmas tune being played. He side-eyed Kurt suspiciously before following him around the corner into a larger area of the hallway just past the entrance and before all the rooms.

There in the hallway, decorating a new Christmas tree and passing around presents was the old McKinley glee club. Blaine let out a small laugh, a bright smile growing on his face.

“Did you do this?” Blaine asked Kurt making sure his voice didn’t rise above their singing.

“No, Sam put it together when we canceled our usual party we plan for everyone.” Kurt answered watching them with a fond smile. “Ollie and Sophie helped him with getting the permission from the hospital and setting it up as well.”

Kurt began to smile and hum quietly to their song, bouncing Riley gently in his arms, her eyes now open and curious but still resting her head onto Kurt’s shoulder.  

For Kurt and Blaine, the party went well. They caught up with old friends, sang a few numbers for the patients and staff attending the party and helped pass out a few of the gifts.

For Riley, the party was not considered a disaster, but it was great either. She refused to go near or interact with anyone new. Rachel and Tina didn’t help the situation either. They both kept trying to force themselves in and meet her despite Kurt and Blaine’s protests. Neither Rachel nor Tina seemed to understand, they both took it as an offense that Kurt and Blaine didn’t want them to be introduced to Riley, but she was tired and sick and they didn’t want any stress making her worse.  Plus, the party had her somewhat intrigued and they didn’t need her holiday bliss being interrupted by preventable outside forces.

Their plan of protecting her worked at least until Blaine took the stage and Kurt had put her down close to Blaine to sit and watch. Kurt turned his attention to his phone in favor of videoing the two of them, making him miss a determined approaching them with some cookies. Before either Kurt or Blaine could even process what had actually happened between Riley and Rachel, Riley started to have a panic attack, causing them to leave the party before they got to do an official holiday duet.

It was fine. Neither of them minded. Calming Riley down, took a lot longer than they thought she had energy for. Once the panic attack was over she quickly fell asleep, obviously exhausted from all the excitement. Kurt ended up spending the rest of the night with her so Blaine would be able to visit his fans staying in the hospital with some of his old friends as a special Christmas surprise to them.

The next day Riley was scheduled to return home with them. She was still tired from the previous night so changing her scenery wasn’t as much as stress as it had been the first time. They didn’t get home until later in the afternoon due to her final exam and waiting for prescriptions.  Blaine mostly expected to walk into the mess his brother usually left behind and a lot of noise that came with him rehearsing over the sound of his usual day time television shows. However, the place was cleaner than how they left it and unexpectedly quiet.  

“I’ll go start the wash if you’ll put her to bed?” Kurt asked following Blaine in with a bag of Riley’s things she used in the hospital.

“Sure, then we’ll see where the kids and my brother are,” Blaine answered carrying Riley back into her room. She was limp in his arms, forcing him to carry her full weight, though it really wasn’t all that much considering she was still drastically underweight for her age.

He carefully placed her on the bed. He took the chance while she was asleep to rub on vapor rub on her feet before covering them with thick socks. Her feet were severely calloused and blistered. After he finished with the vapor rub he adjusted her to tuck her in under the covers and turning on the humidifier and nightlight. Just as he was leaving the door open a crack and turning the hall light on he could hear Kurt calling for him from the kitchen.

“Blaine, did you forget to tell me something?” Kurt called in sickly sweet voice that usually didn’t mean anything good.

Blaine scrunched his face in confusion before making his way towards the kitchen, he stopped in the entry from his surprise, his eyes wide and expression slightly confused.

“You know, like your mom was going to be spending Christmas with us?” Kurt finished, tight icy smile.

Kurt and his mom got a long fine, but his mom wasn’t always the best mother-in-law. Blaine is her baby and she only wants what’s best for him, which she lets come across as being passive aggressive towards Kurt. As a working mother, she never understood why Blaine would want to be a stay at home father, and she usually tried to blame Kurt for it. She didn’t dislike Kurt, she loved him as much she would with anyone who would be Blaine’s husband. And Kurt didn’t hate his mother, but their relationship would always be rivals, and both their personalities would be a required taste for the other.

“Mamma, what are you doing here?” Blaine asked surprise in his voice.

“Well when I found out it was okay for Cooper to visit for Christmas that it would only be alright for me to be here to meet this very secretive and special new grandchild.”

“Cooper just showed up uninvited, Kurt and I figured being her first Christmas and not officially being adopted yet we should have a small and quiet Christmas.” Blaine tried to explain gently.

“I’m sure Kurt thought that would be best, but Christmas is about family,” she replied stirring some sugar into the tea Kurt just made for her and himself.

Blaine watched Kurt’s hands tighten around his mug at her words.

“Kurt maybe at this point you should just call Carole to come up as well,” Blaine suggest timidly at Kurt’s icy glare.

“At this point it’s probably quieter at her place,” Kurt answered, plastering the tight smile back onto his face. “Besides, Riley is still sick and needs her rest she can’t have all this excitement going on.”

“What a shame she got so sick, I made sure to clean the place properly once I arrived.” Pam tsked, leaving in a silent ‘it wasn’t clean enough before to keep her healthy’.

“Mom, when did you get here, how did you even plan this?” Blaine started asking without stopping.

“I got in early this morning. Cooper was here with Sophie and Oliver. I sent them all out to get something to make a proper Christmas meal when I didn’t see anything to make it and tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”

“Kurt and I were trying to keep it simple with Riley. She still really can’t eat anything and Kurt was going to make a nice ham for us.” Blaine informed trying to get back some control of the original Christmas they planned.

“It’s tradition that I would cook a nice ham and my mother’s recipe for potato’s au gratin, and Carole usually supplies her baked macaroni and cheese because it was Finns favorite and that would be our Christmas Eve dinner and then we have your traditional Christmas dinner at your home the next evening, but canceled plans this year so I decided to make it our Christmas dinner instead.” Kurt informed daring her to change their plans.

“Well, it’s settled we’ll have your Christmas Eve Dinner and my traditional Christmas Dinner. I’ll call Carole to jump on the next flight up.” She decided clapping her hands together before she left the room to call Carole and help her book a flight.

Blaine was almost afraid to look at Kurt after she left. He was surprised to see Kurt looking more exhausted rather than angry or frustrated. Honestly it worried him.

“Kurt, I’m sorry-” Blaine began but stopped when Kurt shook his head.

“It’s alright it was never really the same after my dad passed anyway,” Kurt shrugged trying to make the best of it.

“No, it was-” Blaine started again but was cut off once more by Kurt.

“Maybe this will be a new tradition and we won’t have to worry about traveling anymore. Everyone will come to us,” Kurt simply started taking a breath. “It’s almost time for Riley to take her cough medicine. I’m going to go see if she’s awake yet”

 After Carole was invited by Pam, she immediately called Kurt to make sure it was okay. It took almost twenty minutes to convince her that it was alright to come visit and even then, she said it was probably better for Riley that they schedule a separate visit when she is more willing and ready to meet the family. Kurt appreciated Carole not wanting to crowd Riley, but Blaine could also tell that he missed his family and his only last connection to them was Carole.

The only way to describe how Christmas Eve went was similar to a roller coaster. Riley wasn’t coughing as much as she had been, and she no longer had a fever of any kind. Kurt was even able to get her out of bed for a while. But the moment Pam pushed her way in and introduced herself Riley ran and hid under her bed, which caused Kurt to and her to have an ice war of strong passive aggression on how to “deal” with her and her special needs. When they went to try to convince her to come out she just looked at them with a betrayed expression. To Blaine’s mother’s benefit there wasn’t anything she really did wrong when meeting Riley, she was maybe a little too enthusiastic like the rest of Blaine’s family but it was more about how Riley wasn’t ready to be introduced to so many people yet. She was still getting used to being around Sophie. They got her out from under the bed after she fell asleep; they were able to move the bed slightly enough to pull her out and tuck her in.

That night after everyone had gone to bed and Kurt and Blaine set out the presents Kurt had opted to stay up even later, claiming he would be right behind Blaine he just wanted to look at the tree a little longer. After about forty minutes and still no Kurt Blaine went looking for him thinking he fell asleep. Instead he found Kurt sitting on their sofa flipping through a book.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked worried.

“Oh,” Kurt startled at his voice, obliviously lost in his own thoughts.

Blaine came over and took the seat next to Kurt. “Everything okay?” he asked still concerned.

“Just reminiscing and lost track of time,” Kurt answered looking back at the scrapbook in his lap.

“Is that the last Christmas with your dad?” Blaine asked sliding closer to look at the book.

“Yeah, look how small Ollie was,” Kurt pointed at a picture of Oliver and Sophie sleeping in Burt’s lap and arms.

“Remember how out of control your dad bought buying Christmas presents? We needed to rent a truck just to take all the stuff back with us,” Blaine laughed. “And Sophie was so worried Santa wouldn’t be able to find her.”

Blaine looked up when Kurt didn’t respond to see he had tears in his eyes. “Oh Kurt, what’s wrong?”

“I just miss them a lot this time of year,” Kurt answered his voice wet.

“Your parents?” Blaine clarified reaching to get Kurt a tissue.

“And Finn,” Kurt answered opting to wipe away his stray tears with his hands instead before letting out a small wet laugh. “You know it was his favorite holiday.”

“I remember.”

“My dad never really went all out for Christmas. After my mom passed it was never really anything special anymore. He forgot it the first one without her, and then he tried really hard the next year but it didn’t feel right. He would never know what to get me and I never knew what to get him, so we’d both just order pizza or Chinese and he’d give me a gift card or money.  Then he married Carole and suddenly we remembered what it was like to celebrate Christmas, a big tree, movies, baking, staying in our pajamas all day.”

“Christmas was always fun at your house, so different from my traditional Christmas,” Blaine added a sad smile on his face.

“Finn never admitted it, but he loved when you would spend Christmas with us. He always picked out one of your gifts for you and then just sign Santa so you wouldn’t know it was him.”

“I knew it was him. Burt never wrapped anything and you and Carole always were able to perfectly wrap presents,” Blaine laughed this time Kurt joining him.

They silently flipped through a couple more pages before Blaine spoke again. “Look the kids will be up in only a few hours why don’t we enjoy some hot chocolate and watch Holiday Inn and White Christmas?”

Kurt’s only response was a quick peck on the lips before getting up to start the hot chocolate and pot of coffee.

They fell asleep halfway through the second movie. Blaine only woke back up when he heard Oliver and Sophie bickering about being quiet so they didn’t wake them.

“Too late,” Kurt mumbled next to him shifting as he also woke up.

They both apologized quickly before diving into their overflowing stockings, a traditional rule that they were only allowed to open them without everyone being up. These days their stockings were filled toiletries and necessities.

“I’ll go start breakfast,” Kurt said blinking a little and heading into the kitchen.

“I’ll see if Riley is up and wants to come out,” Blaine said making his way to her room.

She was sitting up in her bed playing with her rabbit when he quietly peeked into her room. He knocked gently on the door to alert her of his presence.

“Morning angel, you ready to see what Santa brought you?” he asked trying to keep the extra enthusiasm from his voice. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a child in the house for Christmas.

She looked unsure at her rabbit for a moment before nodding slowly.

“I’m sure he brought you stuff you’re going to love for being such a good and wonderful child.” Blaine reassured leading her back into the living room.

When she saw everyone already sitting there she took a step towards Blaine and grabbed his hand, placing her thumb into her mouth.

Both Sophie and Oliver wished her a Merry Christmas quietly trying not to overwhelm her.

“Look your stocking is over here, and look how filled it is.” Blaine said trying to encourage her to open it.

She looked at the stocking, then to Blaine, then to Sophie and Oliver, and then to Blaine.

“Maybe you Kurt and I can open it together?” he suggested.

She only looked down ashamed.

After Kurt finished up starting the breakfast, and setting the timer he sat down on the opposite side of Blaine next to Riley to help her with her gifts. They helped her open the first couple after showing her what to do and then watched and encouraged her to do the rest on her own. The advised Oliver and Sophie to continue quietly behind the tree with their gifts. When she finished with her stocking Blaine pulled the rest of her Gifts over, settling her on the floor next to him. When she was present with the first present she simply looked at him and Blaine and hugged her rabbit closer to her looking worried.

“Bunny can help you with the presents,” Kurt reassured her catching on she was worried she would have to give him up.

As she opened the gifts she remained almost expressionless. She touched all of them gently taking her time with it and treasuring it before moving to the next one. After each one Kurt or Blaine would ask her what she got and she would look at them with wide surprised eyes and show them her new book or toy.

After she finished with all her presents she hugged both Blaine and Kurt tightly before handing them each a book and settling in between them, waiting for one of the books to be read to her.

Blaine thought that was the best gift anyone could have given him this year.  

Chapter 11

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Soon You’ll Come Home Chapter 20

Summary: Blaine and Kurt are married with two kids and at the point of their lives they would never imagine having another child. But then Blaine meets a young girl in the most unlikely way and after he learns about the abuse she suffered he can’t help but want to give her the family that loves and care’s for her like she needs.

Warning: mentioned child abuse, and Bullying, and self harm (nothing graphic), depression

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With Sophie home from school everything feels weirdly normal. She and Blaine go running in the morning, now that she is three hours behind him she gets up at an hour Blaine’s body can handle. Blaine decides to tell her about everything when they take a short break to stretch a little before running back home. He tells her about Oliver, about Riley, about going back to music, about possibly moving. They started to look at houses directly outside of the city, nothing further than a train ride away. It’s a lot and Blaine is not quite sure how she is going to react. She’s quiet and doesn’t say anything.

“I know it’s a lot all at once,” Blaine apologizes.

She nods and lets out a huff. “How does Papa feel about everything? The moving? The music?”

“He’s been supportive and mostly agrees with everything. He’s hesitant about moving, but he likes the idea of being able to decorate,” Blaine answers. “Of, course you would still have a room with us, you will always have a home with us.”

“uh huh,” She says nervously.

Blaine can’t help the curious look that comes across his face.

“I’ve been dating someone for a while now,” She clarifies even though it only confuses Blaine more.

“Okay?” Blaine says slowly.

“It’s getting pretty serious, and he asked me to move in,” Sophie explains.

Blaine’s in shock. The last time she dated was in high school. He was the perfect first boyfriend any parent could wish for. They were together for almost four years and broke up after graduation, deciding that college was a time to move forward in their life and date other people. She took the break up hard, which is why Blaine is shocked she is seeing someone already.

“He’s two years older than me, and we met when my dorm’s fire alarm went off the second week of the first semester,” she explains when Blaine doesn’t say anything. “We went out once as friends, but after that we started dating. We just clicked right away.”

“And you want to move in with him?” Blaine asks, worried about the idea.

“He doesn’t live far off campus, more room to live in and for less. Plus, after I live there for a while I would get in state tuition,” she tries to justify.

“Your scholarships cover most of that anyway,” Blaine says and it comes out a lot harsher than he intends it to be.

“Don’t judge until you meet him, I invited him to visit so he could meet both you and Papa this summer,” She practically begs.

“When were you going to tell us?” Blaine asks, the surprise obvious in his voice.

“After I gave you your gifts I got from when I took a day trip to see the Chinese Theater,” she explains, knowing that distracting Kurt with something historical and related to a celebrity would be the best way to break the news.

“Alright, I won’t say anything until I meet him,” Blaine promises at the look his daughter’s face. Even after all these years he still has trouble saying no to her. “I can’t make promises for your Papa, though.”

“Maybe, we don’t have to tell him,” she jokes.

“You know he’ll find out anyway, I’m not good at keeping secrets” Blaine laughs thinking about all the times he has failed to surprise Kurt.

When they get home, Sophie makes a beeline for the shower afraid Oliver will try to take it from her at the last second like he used to do.

“Kurt, I got you a bagel from the bakery on the way home. They’re still warm and fresh,” Blaine calls out setting the brown bag and opening the fridge and pulling out the cream cheese.

“Kurt?” Blaine calls again when he doesn’t hear anything and decides to go investigate.

He finds Kurt in Riley’s room just staring into the empty space. They left everything how it is, waiting for her to come home.

“Kurt,” Blaine says hesitantly, placing his hand carefully on the small of Kurt’s back.

“Oh,” Kurt blinks like he’s waking up. He sighs and moves to sit down. In his hands are a small pile of clothes. It gives Blaine a sense of dejavu from when they lost their second baby, before they adopted Oliver. Kurt took the entire thing hard, blaming himself since his was his sperm. He locked himself in the nursery for a week after the news, refusing to sleep or eat.

“She’s going to come back to us,” Blaine says surely.

Kurt nods and sniffs his tears away. “I forgot, for a second. I went to wake her up and get her dressed and – “

Blaine quickly moves to sit next to him and shush him, mostly because he isn’t sure if he can take anymore. “She is coming home. We are going to find her.” He says with more certainty.

Kurt nods in agreement.

“Now, how about bagels while I tell you about how Sophie has had a secret boyfriend since she started college,” Blaine distracts, knowing Kurt is always up for some good gossip, especially secret romances.

“Really?” Kurt says, obviously intrigued, following Blaine into the kitchen.

“Apparently, it’s getting serious and she invited him to meet us, she wants to move in with him,” Blaine says in a mock whisper.

“I was kind of hoping Dylan and her would end up together,” Kurt answers disappointed.

“He was the perfect first boyfriend,” Blaine agrees. “But I promised we wouldn’t judge until after we meet him.”  

Blaine smiles as Kurt winkles his nose, but nods in agreement.

“I’ll behave myself,” he promises.

It’s only three days later when he shows up to the front door nervously smiling and holding a bottle of wine. Blaine freezes when it’s offered to him because Sophie mentioned he was older, but not old enough to drink and he isn’t sure how he feels about the idea. He’s taller than Blaine imagined, and tan. His hair and eyes are darker, which is the complete opposite of her high school boyfriend. His hair is on the shorter side, just growing out of a close shave to head.  Blaine does approve that he at least dresses appropriately, nothing too casual or formal.

“I apologize for the mess,” Kurt says and he leads him into the house, “We’re in the process of moving.”

“Your home is immaculate, Mr. Hummel-Anderson, thank you for having me” Luke politely replies.

“Please, call us Blaine and Kurt,” Blaine says trying to loosen the tightness in his voice.

When they take a seat in the living room, telling Oliver to turn off the television, Luke and Sophie cuddle close on the sofa, making Blaine clear his throat awkwardly. He can tell from the way they are with each other that Sophie is probably already semi-living with this guy.

“So, Luke, Sophie hasn’t told us much about you,” Blaine starts causing her to flush with embarrassment and give him a warning look.

“I wanted to tell you, but she knew how much you were all going through and decided to wait. We were both a little nervous how you would react to the age difference,” Luke says shifting an appropriate distance from her, but being sure to hold her hand.

“And how old are you?” Kurt asks.

“Twenty-four,” Luke answers.

Blaine understands that to Sophie that five years doesn’t seem like that much of a difference, but to him it’s a lot.

“uh I think my dads’ want to know more about you?” Oliver asks when neither Kurt or Blaine say anything else.

“Right, um” Luke starts clearing his throat, more nervous than when he started.

“We’re sorry,” Kurt apologizes. “We just found out about you not that long ago and now to hear you’re older is just a shock. But, please tell us more about yourself.”

“Well, I’m a police officer. I attended two years of community college before joining the academy and I love your daughter. I’m not sure if you believe in love at first sight, but it’s the only way I could describe it. I saw her and just knew I had to know her.” Luke answers with a smile, causing Sophie to blush.

“Kurt believes in love at first sight,” Blaine teases bumping Kurt’s shoulder with his, knowing Kurt is gushing over the romance of the answer.

“Oh, hush, you believe in soulmates,” Kurt retorts with a laugh.

“I never said soulmates. I said I believe in us and I distinctly remember you having a crush on me when we first met,” Blaine says.

“Okay, yes I was hopeless in love with you, but it was you who wouldn’t stop flirting with me,” Kurt points out.

“Don’t let them fool you, I heard them fighting over which towel is the good towel just the other day,” Oliver jokes getting them to stop.

The rest of the conversation is polite, slowly becoming more comfortable. Blaine hates to admit it, but he does like this guy. He is polite and charming and seems to love Sophie. It isn’t until he reaches over to the table and picks up the Christmas photo with Riley that things take a turn.

“Who’s this?” he asks tensely.

“Um, that’s Riley.” Sophie answers carefully, attempting to pull the photo out of his hand.

“No, that’s not the picture you showed me.” Luke says seriously.

“Well, that was before she was healthier.” Sophie says through her teeth, trying to get the conversation to stop.

“Her hair? It’s shorter now?” he asks, looking around the room for another photo.

“Luke, don’t” Sophie says looking at the pained looks on her family’s faces.

“We appreciate your interest, but this is not something we are ready to talk about,” Blaine answers bravely. “We’re still looking for her and waiting for her to come home.”

“You don’t understand, please excuse my behavior.” He apologizes quickly. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, but my last shift before I flew in there was a call from some neighbors about a suspicious mother and little boy that fits this description.”

Blaine feels his heart beat quicken with hope of it being her, but Kurt quickly takes his hand brings him back to earth.

“It … it might not be her, Blaine,” He says softly.  

“But it could be her,” he says optimistically.

“Luke do you think you could,” Sophie begins to ask hesitantly.

“Yes, of course I will do anything I can to help you bring her home,” Luke answers to the family. “Do you think I could have this photo of her or something similar?”

“We have tons of them, just take what you need,” Blaine says pulling out a scrapbook he made and handing it over.

Normally they would invite a guest like Luke to stay in the guest room with them, but it seemed known to everyone that room was no longer available after becoming Riley’s room. He promised it was no trouble commuting from the hotel and Sophie offered to stay with him, not that it eased their minds.

“So, he seems nice,” Kurt says slowly as he carefully rubs lotion on his arms.

“He’s older,” Blaine responds short not looking up from his sheet music.

“It only seems older because he is drinking age and she is not,” Kurt points out.

Blaine only hums in response.

“He makes her happy,” Kurt says when Blaine doesn’t respond. He puts the bottle on lotion on the nightstand and cuddles close to Blaine giving him a soft kiss to the cheek.

“She didn’t tell us about him, doesn’t that worry you?” Blaine asks putting his sheet music down. “We’re accepting parents I don’t know why she had to hide this from us.”

“She didn’t hide it,” Kurt clarified. “Maybe she just wanted to keep it to herself, or not have us worry about her having sex like we both are now.”

“I should have offered the couch to him, then we could at least keep them apart,” Blaine sighs.

“Yeah because that worked so well for us,” Kurt laughs. “She’s nineteen, our time with her is over. We can’t make decisions for her anymore.”

Blaine doesn’t answer, only cuddles closer to Kurt, thoughtfully.

“Do you think Oliver has?” Blaine asks and Kurt shoots up straight.

“Why? What do you know?” Kurt asks worried.

“Nothing, that’s why I’m asking you.” Blaine answers trying to keep his laughter under control.

“He hasn’t even dated yet,” Kurt says worried. “He’s so much younger.”

“He’s your baby boy I know, but he’s going to grow up too,” Blaine reasons pulling Kurt back in to cuddle.

“We don’t even know if he likes boys or girls,” Kurt thinks aloud.

“Or Both,” Blaine adds.

“Or neither, oh please let it be neither, then he can stay our sweet little baby boy,” Kurt pleads jokingly.

Blaine feels himself drifting to sleep, he knows he needs to put his papers away and take his glasses off and turn out the lights but Kurt’s warmth and breathing is lulling him to sleep.

“She really loves him,” Kurt says softly, still in thought. “And not like the last love she had, this is something different. I can see it in the way she smiles at him.”

“yeah,” Blaine answers nervously.

“At least he isn’t ugly,” Kurt jokes. “I don’t know if I could handle having an ugly grandchild.”

“Kurt, that’s not funny, I’m not ready for grandkids,” Blaine whines.

“I’m serious, he’s like a younger, tanner, version of Cooper,” Kurt teases, “You know with the perfectly angled face and nice muscles.”

“I thought we had a rule of not talking about my brother in bed,” Blaine pouts turning away from Kurt.

“You had that rule and it’s weird,” Kurt responds moving Blaine’s papers to the side and reaching over him to turn out the light.  

“Don’t be too jealous, I still have the horrifying sight of Cooper clipping his toenails in the living room burned into my brain,” Kurt pacifies, shuddering at little at the thought.

“That was only a couple weeks, try living with him for years,” Blaine lightly complains before yawning.

He is just starting to fall asleep when Kurt speaks again.

“You know I think you’re the hottest, sexiest, and most talent man on the planet, right?” Kurt asks slowly, eyes wide with worry.

“Kurt, go to sleep,” Blaine says with a smile, moving to cuddle into Kurt’s side.

Blaine is only able to sleep for a couple of hours before his new case of insomnia gets to him. He shifts quietly from the bed doing his best not to disturb Kurt, he’s caught him a few times laying with his eyes shut, pretending or trying to sleep in Riley’s bed so any sleep Kurt actually gets is good.

Blaine shuffles into the kitchen and decides to get to work on the dishes Kurt was going to leave to do in the morning. At the smell of the dish soap his mind drifts back to the days when it was just him and Kurt, Kurt washing the dishes and Blaine drying them. The days before they could even afford a dish washer. He pauses and wipes his hands when he sees his phone light up with a notification. He debates on reading it. Not all the comments are good or supportive, or even relevant, but he has to know. His heart beats faster at a repost of Riley’s photo with the words “Last seen,” in the comment. He knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, it might not be serious, just someone who wants his attention, so he screen shots the picture with the new comment to send to an update to the police.  

He knows there is no chance of sleep after this so after he finishes the dishes he works on organizing more of their books for the move. He knows it’s probably pointless, since Kurt will just go back over it and make the final call of what gets pack and what get sold, but it will keep his mind busy and that’s what he needs right now.

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