Heart Of Glass

Chapter 16

The next week passed in a blur, Blaine's company had signed another contract and the man was splitting his time between the studio and the early evening shifts at the bar. Kurt was busy wrapping the issue and they only got to spend time all together at night, when dinner was over and they would settle in front of the TV, Jules snuggling in the middle of them both.

When the weekend finally rolled around Jules, Blaine and Kurt found themselves sitting at their booth at the diner on Sunday morning, ready to eat their brunch.

"I like Sunday brunch." Jules said, engulfing another pancake in his tiny mouth already full. "I get to eat a lot and the seats are all shiny and pretty and red." The child kept babbling, talking about his friends at school, and reciting the poetry he had to learn this week over and over again. Kurt and Blaine listened to him, humming at the right time and letting the child talk and talk as they sipped their coffee. It wasn't that often that they all had time to just be together and both fathers relished into this peaceful morning. Brunch on Sunday morning was starting to become their thing, much to Jules' pleasure.

"So I was thinking," Kurt started when Jules fell silent for a second. "The next issue is almost done, and we only have a few details to go over and the next following weeks are going to be busy but I was thinking that maybe you'd like both to come over and see where I work?" Kurt played with the mug he had between his hands, preferring to focus his attention on the dark liquid rather than on the two other people at the table, a little shy that they might not want to.

"Jules, what do you think? Would you want to see where Papa works?" Blaine asked his son, who nodded happily, his mouth too full of bacon to even try to speak. "That would be wonderful, Kurt. I've always wanted to see the backstage of a magazine." Kurt beamed at the man in front of him, content to know that it was something they would all be able to share together.

"Is next week okay for you?" Kurt asked after thinking about his agenda.

"I'm not working on Thursday night and if I tell my boss at the studio early enough that I'll have to leave earlier on that day it should be fine."

"It's a date then!" Kurt exclaimed, smiling at Jules who was bouncing in his seat and missing the blush creeping on Blaine's cheeks at the double meaning of his words.

They finished eating in tranquility, making plans for the afternoon, Jules wanted to feed the pigeons and Kurt offered to feed the ducks instead because pigeons were Satan's creation and no one would catch him feeding them. Jules had pouted a little before understanding that ducks also meant water to play with. They spent most of the afternoon outside, reading, playing and sitting around and when they finally went home that night Jules was so exhausted that the poor child passed out as soon as he was in his bed. Kurt and Blaine were quick to follow him, parting ways for the night.

Kurt was in the middle of a chapter, his glasses perched on his nose. He didn't need them all the time, but after a long week of work or at the end of a day he could feel his eyes burning, hence the glasses. He didn't like them all that much but he had to admit that they often helped. The man heard a soft knock on his door before seeing Blaine's head peek inside.

Kurt looked up to a frozen Blaine in the middle of the doorway, a hand still on the doorknob. He looked like something had surprised him and Kurt smiled at him with confusion.

"Um, Blaine?" Kurt put his book aside, revealing his light grey shirt he was sleeping in. Blaine gulped audibly and Kurt smiled even wider, not understanding what was happening.

"Uh, right. Sorry." Blaine muttered, turning red instantly. "Sorry, it was just... um. The glasses, it's the first time I've seen you with them. I was surprised, that's all." Kurt hummed, smirking at Blaine.