Heart Of Glass

Chapter 9

"Ah ! Joan Watson, finally." Santana snapped her fingers in the air, drawing the attention to her.

"Santana, what... Sebastian what is going on here?" Blaine asked, still fully clothed in the tiny entry way.

"Well, you could have told me that this," the man motioned to Kurt and Santana," was coming over. I would've brought detergent."

"Oh god, having you two in the same room is the worst idea ever!" Kurt laughed, his fingers still running in Jules' hair, making the boy more and more sleepy.

"Hi, Daddy!" The little boy weakly waved, still wrapped around Kurt's leg.

Blaine easily crossed the room and put a knee on the ground to be closer to his son before leaning to him, not paying attention to any other people in the room while his son was still awake.

"Hi there, Monkey. Care to tell me why you're still awake?" Blaine bopped his son's nose playfully, while Kurt was caressing the untamed curls.

"Because Unc'e Bas isn't a very good me-sitter. He made me eat broccoli, Daddy! That's not real food, and I had food in my hair but I didn't have a bath because Unc'e Bas is lazy." The boy said before poking his tongue at Sebastian who did exactly the same thing. "And then he forgot to tell me a good night story and when I was falling asleep the pretty lady and Kurt came over and it was all better." The boy told, making grabby hands towards his father.

"I missed you, Daddy. I don't like it when you work when it's the night. Nights are for goodnight kisses and monsters under the bed, not working." Blaine smiled at his son and kissed Jules' forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'll go see if there is any monsters right now, okay?" Blaine stood up trying to disentangle his son from Kurt's legs. But his son just tightened his grip around the other man.

"Jules, let go of Kurt."

"No, Daddy. I don't wanna!" The boy answered, so Blaine grabbed his son around his waist, pulling a little, but the boy was glued to Kurt's leg.

Sebastian and Santana were both watching the scene silently, taking it all in for what it was: an almost normal family evening where the child doesn't want to go to bed but his parents have to be authoritative.

"Blaine?" Kurt started, "May I?" Blaine looked up at him, his hands still around Jules's waist and frowned, not understanding what the other was asking. "Can I put him to bed? Maybe?"

"Oh." Blaine's eyes traveled from Kurt to Jules, who was now using his tiny legs to hang on the man even more tightly. "Yeah, sure. Hum.. go ahead. His room is on the right. "

Kurt stood up awkwardly, pulling Jules in his arms, who instantly hide his face in the man's chest, his eyes already drooping, and carried the boy to his room.

Blaine turned to the two other people in the room and crossed his arms over his chest and crooked an eyebrow at them.

"Care to tell me what this is about?"

"I was curious, bored, and drunk, so I decided to break into your building for fun. Anna Wintour over there has nothing to do with that." Santana stood up, her hands on her legs and faced Blaine, she eyed him and finally point a perfectly manicured finger at him.

"I'm tired of your shit. Sort it out quickly, Anderson." The woman opened the door and yelled, "Lopez out!" In goodbye. Blaine looked at her with a wide open mouth, not understanding what was happening.

"Uh, Sebastian?" Blaine spun to see that the other man was just as confused as he was, before harboring a boring expression and rolling his eyes.

"I don't want to know, I don't even want to spend a second thinking about it. You good here?"