Heartlines

City Living
Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Twenty-eight, Owner of the shining star clothing and coffee in New York City. Proud husband and father. Graduate of NYADA. entrepreneur. performer. designer. renaissance man. Happy to assist. Please locate my ask for inquiries.

*This is a role-play blog. Any photographic content is not my own.




Burt and Carole are here!

daddyblainers:

*skitters down the hall, launching himself into Burt’s arms* GRAMPA!!!!!! *chuckles, following Ollie* Hi, guys!

*grins, basically tackles his dad*

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

*kisses back* I’ll take care of dinner, watch them for as long as you like. *hugs him tightly before scooping up Ollie, carrying him to the kitchen and making dinner with him*

*watches the babies, still amazed by the fact that he made them*

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

kurt-starbyfar:

Okay. *gives him a kiss* I love you.

I love you more. *Darcy finally falls asleep, Blaine puts him in the crib with Elizabeth and the two immediately snuggle close to each other* Ollie, wanna help Papa make dinner?

Yeah!!

*gives Blaine another kiss* I want to watch them..

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

*shakes his head* Nu-uh. *sighs softly and kisses Kurt’s cheek* I’ll be ok. Just frustrated. Once this little one falls asleep I’ll go start making dinner for us and your parents.

Okay. *gives him a kiss* I love you.

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

Otay, Daddy. *pauses, thinking for a moment, bites his lip* Why don’t Nana and Grandpa Anderson like me?

*hears Darcy fussing on the baby monitor, goes to the nursery and lifts the baby into his arms* Shh, baby boy, Papa’s got you…*rocks him and hums softly, pacing around the room*

*sighs, kisses Oliver’s head* Honey, they love you. They just..don’t know how to show it as well as Daddy’s parents do. *takes Oliver’s hand and leads him back into the nursery, wraps an arm around Blaine* Are you alright?

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

kurt-starbyfar:

*kisses Oliver’s head* Well, you have two daddies that love you just as much as any mommy ever could. *looks at Blaine as he leaves the room, worried*

I want two daddies AND a mommy! 

*flops on the bed, burying his face in a pillow and groaning softly* Fucking assholes…work and bridge take priority over their own grandchildren…

*notices Elizabeth starting to sleep, gently lifts Oliver off of his lap and puts her in the crib, then ushers Oliver out the door and crouches down to his level* Oliver. We can’t give you a mommy. We can’t. I’m sorry, but Daddy and Papa fell in love with each other, and that’s the way it works. We’re a family, just like this.

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

But…but my friends at school all have mommies! I want a mommy too!

Alright, bye Mom. *sighs exasperatedly, turns to Kurt* Told ‘em. I need a minute. *goes to his and Kurt’s room, softly banging his head against the wall*

*kisses Oliver’s head* Well, you have two daddies that love you just as much as any mommy ever could. *looks at Blaine as he leaves the room, worried*

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

*rolls his eyes and takes a second to compose himself* I’ll send some right away, Mom. There are some pretty great pictures of Oliver holding Darcy. 

*continues to pet his little sister’s head* Daddy, if Auntie Rachel’s my mommy, why doesn’t she live here with us?

Well, Auntie Rachel isn’t your parent. She helped make you because she loves Daddy and Papa, but she has her own family that she has to be a mommy to. You have Daddy and Papa already. Just like miss Shauna isn’t moving in with us either.

Oh, good. Oh! I have to go - I’m hosting bridge club today and my mini quiche just finished cooking. I’ll be looking for the photo! *hangs up*

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

Well, things have been pretty hectic, so it must have slipped my mind. Oliver hasn’t reacted well to the babies so far. As for space, we’re looking at houses, especially since we bought Oliver a puppy a few months ago.

*giggles* What if Wosie sleeped in the cwib and the babies sleeped in the cwate?! That’d be silly. *giggles more*

Blaine, you should really be more responsible with your family. Anyway, congratulations on the new babies. I have to go. *leaves*

Do send us a photo, Blaine. I’d like one.

That would be awfully silly. Babies belong in their cribs so they don’t get hurt. It’s where they’re safe at night.

OH mygod.

daddyblainers:

It’s important, Dad! I’m just calling to tell you you have two new grandchildren. Kurt and I had twins early this morning—well, our surrogate had them, but you know what I mean. Their names are Darcy Mitchell and Elizabeth Sadie. 

*continues to pet her head softly* Wosie’s softer.

You didn’t tell us you were having more children.

Congratulations, both of you. We’ll send a card.

Yes, I suppose we will. How will you fit such a large family in that small apartment of yours? 

Well, Rosie is a puppy, not a baby.