Eating dinner with both Kurt and Landon was a feat within itself. Having a meal with the two of them at the same table in his apartment was strange as hell. It wasn’t like the last time they ate together, where they shared some fast food and ice cream out in public. This was private, this was personal, this was… intimate.
The whole thing scared the shit out of Blaine.
"Daddy? I want more bread."
"What do you say when you want something, Lan?"
Blaine reached out for the tray of fresh baked rolls and took one for Landon, breaking it in half before he buttered it lightly and placed it on his son’s plate, watching as the little boy immediately began to nosh on it between bites of soup. Kurt sat quietly across from them, slowly eating his own meal as he observed the father-son interaction before him. Unlike the day before, Blaine was a lot more tense this time around. His shoulders were locked tight, his brows furrowed, and he barely made a move to eat more than a few spoonfuls of his soup, let alone any of the rolls Kurt baked. Deep down, Kurt knew what was bothering him - it was his presence there that was making things uneasy in Blaine’s life, but Kurt was reluctant to leave (as bad as that sounded.) He knew he had no right encroaching on his ex’s life after all these years, but he couldn’t bring himself to go away, not when he was aching with want over what he’d lost.
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