Fic: The Good Kind of Fear
Media: Fic
Title: The Good Kind of Fear
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Future!Fic - Blaine and Kurt are tasked with babysitting Rachel and Finn's baby girl, Elizabeth.
Notes: For preromantics , who's been having a rough couple of days.
Kurt nearly choked on his quiche over customary Saturday morning Klaine-Finchel brunch.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked, picking up his water glass and sticking it in his face. "Drink, drink, drink."
Kurt shook his head. "I'm fine," he added pushing away the glass and swallowing hard. "Come again?"
"We want you to watch Elizabeth tonight. Overnight, if possible," Rachel repeated, glancing across the table at Blaine who was totally preoccupied with cooing all over the baby girl in the stroller adjacent to the table.
"It would mean the world to us, man," Finn interjected. "Rachel and I haven't been out in months."
He loved his stepbrother and his wife, but he'd never had experience with small children and at the age of twenty-five he didn't really feel capable of taking care of a baby. Even for one night. Kurt's gut response was no - but then Blaine looked over his shoulder at him and he could see Elizabeth had his index finger grasped in her tiny hand. The look in Blaine's eyes was enough for Kurt to know what his fiancé wanted. How could he say no when Blaine clearly loved the little creature so much?
"Sure," Kurt replied with a sigh. "Uncle Kurt and Blaine are on the job."
---
After brunch, Kurt and Blaine took Elizabeth on a stroll through Central Park. The sun shone, the birds chirped and the typical New York City hustle and bustle didn't seem nearly as obnoxious as Kurt normally found it. Blaine volunteered him to push the stroller and he figured he was capable of such a simple task, so he agreed.
"This is nice," Kurt offered. "In a weird way."
"How is it weird?" Blaine asked, looping his arm through Kurt's.
"I just - I feel very domestic."
Blaine hummed a noise of comprehension. "Since you're in the mood - will you bake me an apple pie tonight?"
"Just because I'm enjoying walking in the park with my fiancé and a baby doesn't mean I've suddenly become Betty Crocker! Don't push your luck."
---
Elizabeth has spent the better part of a half an hour fussing and Kurt can tell she's on the verge of out and out crying. He's tried to feed her the organic pumpkin puree that Rachel left, but she's not having any of it. She's just swatted the spoon away, so he'd gotten more of it on himself - and her - than in her mouth. Thankfully, he'd had the presence of mind to change into clothes that he could get a little messy.
"Liz, sweetie, it's good," he reassured her, nodding and smiling fakely. She made a face. "Mommy left you with Uncle Kurt. Now, come on."
He pressed the spoon against her lips again. Not a chance.
"Here comes the airplane!" He exclaimed, making airplane sounds and zooming the spoon around in the air. Without warning, Elizabeth burst out crying.
"Blaine!" Kurt whined loudly. Blaine emerged from his writing room with a pencil behind his ear. After their walk, Kurt had tried to take care of her for the afternoon while Blaine got some more songs written, but it just wasn't working. Playtime had gone fine except for when she'd managed to crawl over and almost bump her head on the stone fireplace. Even during playtime she'd cried and fussed until Blaine helped him figure out she was hungry. Kurt hated to call him back again, but clearly she didn't like Uncle Kurt as much as she liked Uncle Blaine.
"Not going so well, huh?"
"What tipped you off?" Kurt replied wryly.
"The pumpkin globs all over you," he replied with a laugh as he picked Elizabeth up, bouncing her slightly. "What's wrong sweetie?" He asked her rhetorically.
"I tried everything, Blaine. I don't know what to do. She won't eat and now she's squalling."
"She needs her diaper changed," Blaine determined, quickly feeling the sogginess through her little pink onesy. Blaine offered her back to Kurt and he just shook his head and waved his hands. Blaine sighed. "Fine, I've got her. Why don't you go take a bath or something? Calm down. I've got her."
Kurt threw a piercing look at Blaine. As much as he was afraid of dealing with Elizabeth, he did not need to be totally written off either.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed. "It's okay. I got some writing done. Seriously, I'll take care of her. Now you're clearly stressed out and I don't blame you. So, go on. Relax."
Kurt sighed and retreated to the bathroom, drew a bath and soaked. Blaine meant well and he was glad he was around. If Uncle Kurt had been babysitting alone, he had no idea what he'd have done.
---
Kurt emerged from his bath to find Blaine lightly dozing with little Elizabeth sound asleep against his chest. He sat carefully on the couch, hoping not to wake either of them, but Blaine opened his heavy eyelids and smiled at him.
"Hey," Blaine whispered.
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier," Kurt apologized, keeping his voice low, too. "I just get overwhelmed easily by kids. Especially when things go as poorly as they did earlier."
"It's ok, Kurt," Blaine replied earnestly.
"I just don't know how you do it."
Blaine shrugged slightly, stopping himself when he remembered he was holding a sleeping baby.
"They're just so small and innocent," he replied, stroking Elizabeth's back lightly. "No matter how scared you or I might be when we're responsible for her, imagine how scared she must be with this huge bright world, totally unable to communicate verbally. Unlike an older child, crying is the only way she can ask for help."
"But you aren't scared."
"Of course I'm scared, Kurt. First of all, she's not mine, and even if she was, how can you not be scared by the responsibility? You just can't let your fear keep you from being able to care for her."
Kurt felt the beginnings of butterflies flitting around in his stomach. He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Blaine's as he closed his eyes gently kissed him. There were still some days Kurt couldn't imagine how he'd gotten so lucky.
"You're amazing," Kurt whispered opening his eyes slowly.
Blaine blinked a few times, simply beaming in response to the compliment. Suddenly, Kurt dropped eye contact, looking down at baby Elizabeth and gently rubbing his thumb across her soft pale cheek. They were silent for a long time just watching the tiny, precious girl sleep. She was so nice this way.
"Would you maybe want one sometime?"
"Are you offering to carry my child, Kurt Hummel? It'll ruin your figure."
Kurt frowned. "I'm being serious, Blaine."
This time, Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt.
"I want what you want, Kurt," he answered, pulling back. "But yes. I would love to add to our family sometime - if that's what you want."
"I'd be a pitiful parent."
"No, you wouldn't, Kurt."
"I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
"Got that covered," Blaine replied, touching Kurt's plain golden engagement ring.
"And maybe - sometime - we could think about children," Kurt blushed as a smile spread across his face.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be a frazzled mess for eighteen years. I don't think I could handle that, honestly."
"It's normal to be afraid," Kurt answered. "Plus, I can learn to conquer my fears. I know a good teacher."
"Come on. It's time for bed," Blaine whispered, grabbing Kurt's hand and standing up slowly, momentarily supporting Elizabeth's weight with his other hand. They padded down the hall to where they'd placed a temporary crib for her and set her down carefully. Blaine turned on the baby monitor with a click and kissed her forehead on his way out.
"Best Uncle ever," Kurt murmured as he wrapped himself around Blaine in bed.
"Best Uncles," Blaine corrected. "Plural. Now hush. We need to get some sleep before she wakes up again. It won't be long."
"You're gonna get crazy lucky once that baby is gone."
"I like the sound of that," Blaine chuckled softly. "Perhaps children can wait - a few decades,"
Title: The Good Kind of Fear
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Future!Fic - Blaine and Kurt are tasked with babysitting Rachel and Finn's baby girl, Elizabeth.
Notes: For preromantics , who's been having a rough couple of days.
Kurt nearly choked on his quiche over customary Saturday morning Klaine-Finchel brunch.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked, picking up his water glass and sticking it in his face. "Drink, drink, drink."
Kurt shook his head. "I'm fine," he added pushing away the glass and swallowing hard. "Come again?"
"We want you to watch Elizabeth tonight. Overnight, if possible," Rachel repeated, glancing across the table at Blaine who was totally preoccupied with cooing all over the baby girl in the stroller adjacent to the table.
"It would mean the world to us, man," Finn interjected. "Rachel and I haven't been out in months."
He loved his stepbrother and his wife, but he'd never had experience with small children and at the age of twenty-five he didn't really feel capable of taking care of a baby. Even for one night. Kurt's gut response was no - but then Blaine looked over his shoulder at him and he could see Elizabeth had his index finger grasped in her tiny hand. The look in Blaine's eyes was enough for Kurt to know what his fiancé wanted. How could he say no when Blaine clearly loved the little creature so much?
"Sure," Kurt replied with a sigh. "Uncle Kurt and Blaine are on the job."
---
After brunch, Kurt and Blaine took Elizabeth on a stroll through Central Park. The sun shone, the birds chirped and the typical New York City hustle and bustle didn't seem nearly as obnoxious as Kurt normally found it. Blaine volunteered him to push the stroller and he figured he was capable of such a simple task, so he agreed.
"This is nice," Kurt offered. "In a weird way."
"How is it weird?" Blaine asked, looping his arm through Kurt's.
"I just - I feel very domestic."
Blaine hummed a noise of comprehension. "Since you're in the mood - will you bake me an apple pie tonight?"
"Just because I'm enjoying walking in the park with my fiancé and a baby doesn't mean I've suddenly become Betty Crocker! Don't push your luck."
---
Elizabeth has spent the better part of a half an hour fussing and Kurt can tell she's on the verge of out and out crying. He's tried to feed her the organic pumpkin puree that Rachel left, but she's not having any of it. She's just swatted the spoon away, so he'd gotten more of it on himself - and her - than in her mouth. Thankfully, he'd had the presence of mind to change into clothes that he could get a little messy.
"Liz, sweetie, it's good," he reassured her, nodding and smiling fakely. She made a face. "Mommy left you with Uncle Kurt. Now, come on."
He pressed the spoon against her lips again. Not a chance.
"Here comes the airplane!" He exclaimed, making airplane sounds and zooming the spoon around in the air. Without warning, Elizabeth burst out crying.
"Blaine!" Kurt whined loudly. Blaine emerged from his writing room with a pencil behind his ear. After their walk, Kurt had tried to take care of her for the afternoon while Blaine got some more songs written, but it just wasn't working. Playtime had gone fine except for when she'd managed to crawl over and almost bump her head on the stone fireplace. Even during playtime she'd cried and fussed until Blaine helped him figure out she was hungry. Kurt hated to call him back again, but clearly she didn't like Uncle Kurt as much as she liked Uncle Blaine.
"Not going so well, huh?"
"What tipped you off?" Kurt replied wryly.
"The pumpkin globs all over you," he replied with a laugh as he picked Elizabeth up, bouncing her slightly. "What's wrong sweetie?" He asked her rhetorically.
"I tried everything, Blaine. I don't know what to do. She won't eat and now she's squalling."
"She needs her diaper changed," Blaine determined, quickly feeling the sogginess through her little pink onesy. Blaine offered her back to Kurt and he just shook his head and waved his hands. Blaine sighed. "Fine, I've got her. Why don't you go take a bath or something? Calm down. I've got her."
Kurt threw a piercing look at Blaine. As much as he was afraid of dealing with Elizabeth, he did not need to be totally written off either.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed. "It's okay. I got some writing done. Seriously, I'll take care of her. Now you're clearly stressed out and I don't blame you. So, go on. Relax."
Kurt sighed and retreated to the bathroom, drew a bath and soaked. Blaine meant well and he was glad he was around. If Uncle Kurt had been babysitting alone, he had no idea what he'd have done.
---
Kurt emerged from his bath to find Blaine lightly dozing with little Elizabeth sound asleep against his chest. He sat carefully on the couch, hoping not to wake either of them, but Blaine opened his heavy eyelids and smiled at him.
"Hey," Blaine whispered.
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier," Kurt apologized, keeping his voice low, too. "I just get overwhelmed easily by kids. Especially when things go as poorly as they did earlier."
"It's ok, Kurt," Blaine replied earnestly.
"I just don't know how you do it."
Blaine shrugged slightly, stopping himself when he remembered he was holding a sleeping baby.
"They're just so small and innocent," he replied, stroking Elizabeth's back lightly. "No matter how scared you or I might be when we're responsible for her, imagine how scared she must be with this huge bright world, totally unable to communicate verbally. Unlike an older child, crying is the only way she can ask for help."
"But you aren't scared."
"Of course I'm scared, Kurt. First of all, she's not mine, and even if she was, how can you not be scared by the responsibility? You just can't let your fear keep you from being able to care for her."
Kurt felt the beginnings of butterflies flitting around in his stomach. He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Blaine's as he closed his eyes gently kissed him. There were still some days Kurt couldn't imagine how he'd gotten so lucky.
"You're amazing," Kurt whispered opening his eyes slowly.
Blaine blinked a few times, simply beaming in response to the compliment. Suddenly, Kurt dropped eye contact, looking down at baby Elizabeth and gently rubbing his thumb across her soft pale cheek. They were silent for a long time just watching the tiny, precious girl sleep. She was so nice this way.
"Would you maybe want one sometime?"
"Are you offering to carry my child, Kurt Hummel? It'll ruin your figure."
Kurt frowned. "I'm being serious, Blaine."
This time, Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt.
"I want what you want, Kurt," he answered, pulling back. "But yes. I would love to add to our family sometime - if that's what you want."
"I'd be a pitiful parent."
"No, you wouldn't, Kurt."
"I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
"Got that covered," Blaine replied, touching Kurt's plain golden engagement ring.
"And maybe - sometime - we could think about children," Kurt blushed as a smile spread across his face.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be a frazzled mess for eighteen years. I don't think I could handle that, honestly."
"It's normal to be afraid," Kurt answered. "Plus, I can learn to conquer my fears. I know a good teacher."
"Come on. It's time for bed," Blaine whispered, grabbing Kurt's hand and standing up slowly, momentarily supporting Elizabeth's weight with his other hand. They padded down the hall to where they'd placed a temporary crib for her and set her down carefully. Blaine turned on the baby monitor with a click and kissed her forehead on his way out.
"Best Uncle ever," Kurt murmured as he wrapped himself around Blaine in bed.
"Best Uncles," Blaine corrected. "Plural. Now hush. We need to get some sleep before she wakes up again. It won't be long."
"You're gonna get crazy lucky once that baby is gone."
"I like the sound of that," Blaine chuckled softly. "Perhaps children can wait - a few decades,"