Dalton:witnessed

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

'Catch Me'... 'Catch... Me'. Blaine rambled in his head. He was smiling and clapping along with everyone else in the room.

They were all patting him on the back, questioning him about the French, confirming the song name.

'Catch Me'... Blaine thought one last time.

Catch him...? Catch-oh.

Oh.

Blaine, once again, didn't know what to do with this revelation. What was with all the revelations? In one night? It just simply wasn't plausible.

And yet it had happened.

Blaine repressed the urge to drop his head into his hands. What was going on with him?

Kurt glanced over at Blaine during a break in the conversation. He was sitting alone and staring off into space. Often, he would shake his head or rub his eyes.

Was something wrong? Kurt was worried, so he went over and sat down next to him on the floor.

"Blainey?" Kurt questioned playfully.

Blaine lifted with a skeptical eyebrow raised. "What did I tell you about calling me that?"

"Oh, trust me; I wouldn't risk my entire scarf collection for mere menial satisfaction that is in fact temporary as it is."

Blaine chuckled. Kurt sometimes talked in such a way that it confused other boys, but Blaine liked to think he could keep up.

"So... French." Blaine started, staring pointedly at Kurt. "Care to explain?"

"My mother taught me when I was young." Kurt smiled at the memory.

"Why do I have to learn another language, mommy?" Kurt asked innocently as he planned the weddings of his various Power Rangers.

"Because, darling," Elizabeth said conspiratorially, "Then we can tell secrets right in front of Daddy! And he won't even know."

Kurt, at five years old, giggled at his mother's unbelievable antics. "Mommy!" Kurt gasped out between his giggles. "That's certainly very precarious of you."

Elizabeth smiled. Whenever little Kurtie would hear his parents talking, whether it be about politics, the weather, or what they were having for dinner that night, Kurt would interject gently with his simple questions.

He learned so much that way; he retained it and used it from day to day.

"But honey, that's the fun of it!"

"Okay, mommy! It does sound awful fun!"

And from that evening, Elizabeth taught her son French every night, and spoke to him throughout the day.

"Really?" Blaine smiled.

"Yeah. I was fluent before I was seven." He chuckled. "My dad couldn't stand it."

"La maman, nous devons faire quelque chose de supplémentaire spécial pour le dîner demain!" (1) Kurt told his mother happily over dinner Thursday evening.

"Pourquoi, mon cher?" (2) She smiled as she glanced out of the corner of her eyes, seeing her husband utterly and completely lost.

He harrumphed slightly, stabbing his food like a petulant child.

"Parce que vous et le papa travaillez durement toute la semaine et je vais à l'école!

Je crois que nous tous méritons un temps où nous tous comme une famille arrivons ensemble et faisons quelque chose de supplémentaire agréable." (3) Kurt nodded his head.