Beautiful, KurtxBlaine, OC, PG

Title: Beautiful
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: What’s-his-face is sweet and funny and cute, and Jenny learns a little bit more about him then just the name, Blaine Anderson.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: Lots of smiling. Also, unbeta’d; all mistakes are mine. That is all.

He was new to the area, not new to New York but still reigning from some small town in Ohio, and apparently a completely nice guy.

His smiles were always big and his pants were always ironed and he was always spotted wandering from the parking lot to the main office sporting a pair of hot pink sunglasses. He definitely seemed nice enough, and he definitely meant well, and she was curious.

She decided to breech the subject that was so very easily him with a few fellow teachers during their mid-morning coffee break.

“So, what’s with the new guy? What’s-his-face.”

That was the hard part about teaching at a high school smack-dab in the middle of New York. The populations were big, and that meant the schools were tailor-made to accompany it. Getting to know names and faces, let alone remember them, was a job all in itself.

Cheryl ripped open a packet of Splenda and dumped it into her mug. “Anderson, I think. Blaine Anderson, lives in the next town over.”

“I talked to him for a bit,” Maggie said casually as she sipped her coffee and lifted an eyebrow at her friends’ astonished gazes. “It wasn’t anything. He was standing in front of me in the line for lunch. Asked if I preferred the ham or turkey sandwich. He has a nice set of teeth. Shiny.”

“I think he teaches history or something. Can you pass the cream, Jenny?”

She nodded absently and passed over the carton. “He’s kind of cute.”

“I haven’t heard anything about a girlfriend.” Maggie tapped her spoon on the lip of her cup. “And he seems clean. Maybe you should go talk to him. I mean, how old are you now, thirty? You can’t be single forever.”

“Twenty-seven,” Jenny spat, and shot her a look.


Jenny found her opportunity to approach him when he was standing in front of the teacher mailboxes, flipping through a stack of envelopes and humming beneath his breath.

She smoothed her hands down her skirt as she made her way up to him, and when she was standing directly behind him, she lifted a hand to tap his shoulder, decided against it, and cleared her throat instead.

He glanced over his shoulder first, eyebrows raised, before he turned around fully to blaze a smile at her. “Hi!”

Jenny smiled back just as brightly. “Hi, you’re new here, right?”

He nodded, tucked the mail underneath his arm and extended the opposite hand forward. “Blaine Anderson. Pleasure.”

Jenny tried to get a clean look at his left ring finger, but the view was distorted. “Jenny Knicks. So, how do you-” and then the warning bell for first period sounded, and she cringed inwardly.

“Oh, bad timing,” Blaine said with a laugh, and Jenny laughed with him. “We could, ah, finish over coffee? I’ve got third period free.”

Jenny’s stomach swooped. “Yeah, yeah,” she couldn’t fight down the blush she felt washing over her face. “Third period’s great.”

“Awesome.” Blaine stepped around her. “See you then.”

She watched him leave, awestruck, staring blankly at where he had just been.

Jenny was late to first period.


Blaine Anderson was very good at hiding his left hand.

For the past ten minutes, he kept it somewhere on his lap, but she had given up on trying to find a possible ring, because he was very, very interesting, and she couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, and she couldn’t stop listening to him because his voice was practically honey, and her mom would be so proud if she brought him home for Thanksgiving.

“-so then, this old lady in one of those motor wheelchairs rushes out onto the crosswalk, and I’ll tell you, my heart stopped.” He pressed his right hand against his chest, and Jenny smiled at him. “I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I ran over an elderly.”

Jenny snorted, coughed, slapped a hand over her mouth. “You’re funny,” she said, because Blaine was laughing gently at her, and that was the best thing she could come up with. “Must be that Ohio humor.”

He looked like he was about to respond, but then he jumped, hands flying to his pocket. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and started fishing around for what she assumed was his cell phone. “I’ve got to take this.”

And then he stood, accepting the call almost immediately, and that’s when Jenny spotted it.

Her heart dropped.

He was gone maybe two minutes, talking quick and in a murmur, and Jenny was trying not to let her embarrassment and humiliation and overall devastation swallow her in an endless pit of darkness.

Blaine came back with an apologetic smile on his face, muttering, “Sorry,” even before he was seated.

“The wife?” Jenny asked as easily as she could, praying that he couldn’t see right through her otherwise blatantly obvious disappointment.

Blaine just laughed, scratched at the side of his head, and there it was, shiny and silver and sitting snuggly on his left ring finger. “Well, kind of, I guess. It was actually my husband.”

Jenny choked on air.

Blaine blinked at her. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head, wheezing a little bit. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m sorry.” She swallowed a few times. “I just didn’t know you were... you know...”

“Gay?”

He said it with such ease, and Jenny was starting to feel a little bit guilty about being taken aback by such a prospect.

He just smiled again. “Well, it usually isn’t the first thing people guess about me,” Blaine was playing with his wedding band, and Jenny found herself staring at his hands now, watching as he twisted the ring around and around. “His name’s Kurt, together almost eleven years now. He was calling from the doctor’s office. We just adopted, it was her first check-up.”

Jenny’s eyes snapped back up to his face, and if his tone didn’t give away his excitement, his expression surely did.

He was beaming.

“Congratulations,” she said, and propped her chin against the heel of her palm, shoving aside her distress as hard as she could. “What’s her name?”

Blaine’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Josephine Riley. She’s four months next week. Kurt’s excited because we just put a down payment on a new house, and you know, he likes to decorate and plan and do all the stuff I really prefer not to, so.” He shrugged, still smiling. “She’s wonderful.”

Jenny grinned at him. “Sounds wonderful.”

“Yeah,” Blaine shrugged again and looked down at his lap, sheepish. But, then, as he realized something, his head snapped back up, “I have pictures! I’ll show you pictures!”

And that was how Jenny first saw the Hummel-Anderson family, and it made her embarrassment a little less sour.


She met Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Josephine Riley a month later at the school’s first home football game. She and Blaine had volunteered to work the concession stand, and midway through the second quarter, a man with an infant strapped to his chest came striding into the little kitchen, hand held gently to the back of the child’s head and smile soft as he made his way toward Blaine.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Kurt said when Blaine spotted him, and Jenny finished selling a student a chilidog before turned to face them completely.

“Hey! I wasn’t expecting you two,” Blaine finished organizing a stack of bills before leaning in to press a quick, happy, comfortable kiss to Kurt’s mouth. “How’s my little pumpkin poo-poo pants?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Kurt said with a shrug, and then, when Blaine looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, Kurt gave in. “She’s having a little trouble getting to sleep, so I wanted to drive around to see if that’d help, and we decided that we wanted to come see Daddy.”

Blaine’s smirk grew into a grin, and he moved to unbuckle Josephine from the carrier.

Kurt glanced over to Jenny, and after a moment, when he realized Blaine was a little too preoccupied to introduce either of them, he extended a hand. “Kurt Hummel. Are you a coworker of Blaine’s?”

Jenny took Kurt’s hand, and she looked at Blaine as he began rubbing little circles on Josephine’s back, before she answered, “Jenny Knicks. And yeah, I am. He’s great.”

Kurt smiled at her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jenny. And yeah,” his expression grew soft as he glanced over to his husband, “I know.”

Jenny took the three of them in, and as Kurt led her over to introduce her to his daughter, as Josephine was passed gently into her arms, she laughed.

Blaine looked at her funny. “What?”

Jenny shrugged, didn’t let her eyes leave Josephine’s. “It’s nothing.” Then, as an afterthought, she added, “Your family is beautiful.”