Will Will Will

Part Twelve of the blangstpromptoftheday mpreg fic.

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This chapter is LONG. Over 10,000 words with this one so it’s a doozy. Sorry for the long wait. I hope this is worth it! Oh, and the song Blaine dances to in this chapter is this (I actually based his dance on this, so you should check that vid out too! The dancer is just perfection!)

The whole thing scared the shit out of Blaine.

"Daddy? I want more bread."

"What do you say when you want something, Lan?"

"More bread please?"

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.

put a candle for cory on your blog. lets light tumblr up with candlelight.

I’m looking for this one fic that explains the backstory of Blaine and why he said “I’m not for sale!” In this one, Blaine, as a child, is sold to a Ukraine (or some part of Europe) prostitute house where he and the other children there are taught how to pleasure the clients.