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"Kids I'm going to tell the story of how your father and I got to where we are now.
It started all on a baking show we both competed in. It was a big hit back in our time. It stopped a few years ago.
It was on the first episode that we met.
I started mixing the ingredients when somebody raced passed me with a tray of what seemed like hardening chocolate. I could barely step out of the way. He brushed passed me when walking back and stopped just next to me. Believe me there was enough place for him to not stand as close as he was standing at that moment.
"There was a freezer right there" he then said pointing to a freezer next to his workbench. He had a very British accent, 1 that I didn't have.
"I don't mind you passing here every now and then" I said. Until today I still don't know what overcame me, because I was not that comfortable with him standing so close. I didn't mind he did look very fit. But I wasn't comfortable with him just yet.
It didn't matter that I word vomited that sentence because your father looked very smug at me almost a little pleased. "Kurt is it, right?" He asked. I nodded not, I got a bit selfconcious now that he was checking me out like that. "Yes. Nice to meet you..?" I had never got his name.
"Blaine, Blaine Anderson. I hope that you're a good baker" he said walking to his own counter which is next to my own. I stared after him for another 2 minutes before the judges started their rounds and I decided that I should probably continue baking.
It was the 4th episode that we had to form pairs.
"For this test you'll have to make 20 different cupcakes with different flavours and icing. You'll have 2 hours for that." Mel-She was one of the presenters-said looking at all of us standing in half a circle.
"Of course, doing that alone is a little heavy. So you have to do this in pairs. A good baker has to be able to work in team." She continued.
Everyone was starting to form pairs and I was already asking your aunt Martha if she wanted to work with me when that guy, you guys know him as your father, who had been very friendly towards me for the last few weeks, tapped my shoulder.
"Kurt Hummel. I would be very honoured if you would consider me as your baking partner." He said, very smooth. Like he picked up guys every day. Which at that time, I believed he did
I turned around to look at your aunt Martha. She looked at us like it was a play she was watching. "Actually, Martha asked me first" I started. You father looked at the situation with a cool face. Like he wasn't even bothered at all. "Um, Kurt. It's okay. I'll help Louise. You shouldn't deny an offer from him." She whispered the last part and she walked away so I looked at your dad.
"Guess we'll have to work together"
Turns out we were a perfect fit, in the competition I mean. Everything I was unsure of, he could do in his sleep and vice versa. I knew that he must be good because he won the star baker title the week prior but I didn't expect him to be as creative and inventive like he was. We didn't have to fight against time which is a good sign and I think that when the judges tasted our creation I even saw them smile.
It was that week that we both got the star baker title. I know that it's because of my strawberries cupcakes with chocolate icing but your father denies it and believes it were his cinnamon cupcakes. At least I know that I'm right.
It was in the 7th episode that your father got send home.
He got voted out of the competition and we had kind of became something in between friends and something more. That was mostly because your dad had a very flirty nature. Although he only had it when he was around me. At least that is what he told me. Every few minutes in a conversation your father slipped in something that would make me blush or just feel better. I was a little sad that I would not see my new made friend again the next weeks.
Everyone was wrapping up for the day and your father was saying goodbye to everyone. I stayed behind a little. Making sure my counter was clean before leaving it. Your father didn't leave my side tough. He was carrying a bag with his own stuff and hooked his arm through mine.
"You know Kurt Hummel. You think I might be a sad man now but actually I'm very happy" another thing that he does. Saying my full name with so much passion that I wouldn't recognise it if it wasn't mine.
Although he had a nice way of talking. He wasn't making any sense in that moment. Lucky for me he decided to explain himself.
"I was looking around me 10 minutes ago and I thought about all the things I've learned and all the nice people I met because of this everything and also I realised that if 1 of us had to go it was me." We reached the car park where our cars were parked next to each other.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm not even a Brit." I said putting my stuff in the back of my car. I saw that your aunt Martha, who I was giving a lift home, was walking our way.
"You've been living here for so long though and part of your family is British. I'm not being hard you know. I know where I stand now and what I can do to improve my skills." Your father said. He has always been a realist and I liked that about him.
There was a short pause and your aunt, who was still only 17 at time and the youngest person to win the show, was now standing next to me. "Although I'm very happy that I've come so far. Still. I'll have to miss my favourite person in the world now." Your father said. It made me blush and I felt like I lost my ability to speak.
"I'll wait in the car" Martha then said walking around the car so she could sit in the passenger seat.
I let go of a sigh and hugged your dad very tight, not planning on letting him go. "Your hugs could stop wars" He mumbled before nuzzling his nose in my neck. Your father his hands did go all over my body pressing me closer to him and when he finally stopped they were in my back pockets.
We broke the hug when it started raining a bit later.
"Kurt Hummel, I hope it won't be the last time I see you. It would be nice to get to know you better." He said placing a kiss on my cheek and running to his car.
In half a daze I walked the metre to the door of my car and I watched him leave before I started my own car.
"If you 2 don't have something going on, then I don't know how to make a cake" your aunt Martha said. I shook my head.
"He's very nice and I like him a lot. But I can't stop the feeling that he is saying all those sweet thing to another 10 guys too" Kurt said. It was the first time that we had a conversation about him.
"That's how low you think of him?" I didn't know what to say.
I have never thought low about your father. I did think he was a player. It was later that I realised that he wasn't but we'll get there.
"No. But, I am not like him. I have been waiting for something true for a very long time. If I was interested in a quick fuck that would've happened by now. I just don't want him to walk in my life and then leave again" I said. I've had a lot of other boyfriends who had broken my heart before your father came around. I even got engaged when I was 20.
Your aunt Martha laughed at that. "How naive can you be? He's already in your life. He already has your heart." She said and it was all very clear to me. I called him when I got home.
It was the day after the 9th episode that we had our first real date.
We went to a west end show but it's such a long time ago that I don't even know which one it was. I do know that after the show I invited him back to my apartment for a drink.
The thing is that if you drink 1 glass of wine and your company is great. The more wine you drink, the better your company gets. Long story short. We ended up being so drunk that he fell asleep in my bed that night. Don't get me wrong. We were very innocent. Too drunk to do anything else than sleep.
It was the first time that I heard your father apologize so much. He though that he had slept with me and when I saw him so stressed out for something like that. It's not like I was a virgin. Those times were long over and although I'm not proud of it I have woken up with some random strangers before and I'm sure that he had been in the same situation before.
I knew that it was cute that he was so shocked. It made me feel like what we were doing, that he was taking it as serious as I was.
Although I thought that it was very cute to see him like that I knew that he was very upset and after I explained that we just fell asleep I surprised him with a kiss. That is when I considered your father as what you can say boyfriend material.
It was the day after the quarter finals that we became officially a thing.
We were sitting on the pier in Brighton. Because that's where he lived and I had never been there. We were sitting all the way at the end and I had already given up on how my hair looked. I got send off the show the day prior. We were talking about many things. I shared my desire to start my own shop with baked goods and he had supported the idea.
Out of nowhere he had taken my hand. Because although he had a very flirty nature. You father wasn't fond of public affection. Neither was I. But, still I thought it was very cute. If it wasn't so cold we could've sat there for hours. Actually we sat there for hours. But at some point we gave up on the sharing warmth thing and we had no choice but leaving.
We shared a Brussels waffle with Nutella on the way to your father's old house. Then we spend the entire way complaining about how bad it tasted and when we came at his house we made our own Brussels' waffles.
It was when I left his house that night that he asked me to be his boyfriend. I felt very real that moment. I said yes and till the day of today don't remember the moment in between saying yes and falling asleep in my bed that night. Which was very dangerous if I think about it.
It was the week after we opened our own baking shop in the heart of London that he asked me to marry him.
I was 34 at that time and we had been together for 4 years. The shop had just opened and there were a loads of costumers waiting in line. It was my shift. Your father and I haven't hired people to help us in the shop till 5 years ago. So back in the beginning we did everything ourselves.
I know something wasn't right when your grandfather Burt entered. I got very suspicious when your aunt Martha entered with a video camera in her hand and when your father entered I knew what was going on.
He zigzagged through the crowd and a few people started complaining. But he didn't care.
"Kurt Hummel" he said jumping over the little doors so he could stand next to me. "I've always been very good at using words to flirts with you and don't think the embarrassing days are over. I will never stop telling you how wonderful you really are. But the thing is. I have always been so free with my words. That I had no idea how to tell you this. How to make you understand how much I really love you. But then again, there are 3 words that I have said too much and 4 that I have never said before." He went on one knee and took a velvet ring box out of his back pocket.
"Kurt Hummel. My amazing friend, my one true love. Will you marry me?" I said yes and pulled him up in only a few seconds. For the first time I didn't care who saw us kissing or not. Because for the first time I know that Blaine Anderson would one day be your father.
It was the day before our wedding when we came on television again.
It was on the Alan Carr show and Sue and Mel, the presenters of the bake off, were there too.
"So you guys are engaged. How does that feel?" Alan asked. I was sitting between Blaine and Mel and I felt like Blaine was going to answer most questions.
"Amazing. I found the man of life and I honestly didn't know how good a person could make me feel" Your father said. I could barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Alan probably thought it was a good enough answer because he just nodded before asking his next question.
"Ever since it got out in the media that there is a bake off couple people started assuming things. I know how horrible that must be for you two. So I'm giving you this opportunity to clear things up. Were you or were you not a couple on the show?" He asked.
"No we were not. Blaine was off the show when we started dating" I said letting your dad play with my fingers.
"When was the first time you spoke to each other? Many have claimed the moment is caught on camera." He said. I saw that your father nod.
"Yes, I rewatch it every now and then. We were standing behind Richard when he was showing the judges what he was making." He explained.
"It was the first challenge and we were all still searching our way in the competition and sort of kitchen we got" I said. Your father nodded and intertwined our hands in his lap now making me have to lean into him a little.
"I took the wrong freezer. Kurt flirted with me and I have to be honest. I'm not that much of a flirt but on that moment I charmed his trousers off." He said.
"He never stopped" I had added. Which is very true because till the day of today he still flirts with me like the day we first met.
"I heard you both started a baking shop." Alan said.
"Yes. We did actually. We were on the show a few years ago and we might not be professionals but we do know how to make a mean cake. It was Kurt who came up with the idea and I loved his way of thinking." Your father said.
"The idea has never left my head but starting a company is not easy. But, I know I like it better than my old job" I said.
"So, Blaine popped the question right?" He asked. We both nodded.
"We know that because there is a certain video that a certain person handed to our channel." Alan said and the video your aunt Martha shot was aired.
While everyone was watching the video your father whispered something in my ear that made me realise that he would be the only person I could love so much.
"You always look so cute with an Apron. But that day. With the flour in your hair. You looked so captivating. Like you know in How I met your mother when there is a room full of people but still the only people they see are each other. I had that feeling. It almost felt like you knew what was going to happen."
"How are you going to do the last names?" Alan Carr asked us.
"Well that was a hard case. Because most of the times I call him by his full name. Well not full. But. Name and surname. So, taking that away would feel very strange. Also combining our names wouldn't work because my name is Anderson and Having to say Kurt Anderson Hummel every time is quite a struggle so we decided to take both his surname" Blaine said. Which you guys already knew because that's your surname too.
"When is the wedding?" He asked. "Tomorrow" your father said. It was kind of a weird moment. Because I realised that we would marry the next day.
"And you don't have a bachelor party to attend?" He asked. We shook our head. We didn't feel like making our friends organise a party when we would spend our attention to each other the whole night anyway. Plus, you aunt Rachel. Who then lived in LA. Her plane would arrive on the day of the wedding and every party I had ever been to was together with her. Also, we were already in our mid-thirties. All our friends had already a husband or wife and kids. They were long over the wedding phase in their lives.
"We can get drunk on our own without friends too" Your father said. At that point I just let him talk. I'm sure I missed a huge chunk of the story.
"Sue and Mel. Would you 2 be okay if they took over the show?" Alan asked.
"Well, we love to do it and I don't think we could stop tasting from the mixtures and leftovers" sue said.
Our part was almost over and Blaine pulled me into his side. They were starting to talk about the new season of the bake off and I looked at Blaine for a few seconds. Tomorrow that guy would be my husband.
It was 2 years on the day of our wedding when we first met up together with your mother Quinn and decided that she would be you guys mother.
Your mother had been pregnant when she was 16 and she went to my school when that happened. We only became friends when she came to me for maternity fashion advice. I was known for my good fashion sense. I had also barely came out so we met up after school in a boutique where I knew that she would find clothes that would fit her forming belly.
She looked fabulous. When she learned that I could make her dresses a bit tighter at the chest and arms she would bring me all her new clothes so I could tailor them. That's how we became friends.
When I got engaged to my first fiancé Mathius when I was 20. She offered us the opportunity that if we wanted children she would be an egg donor. She wasn't going to be surrogate but she knew how much I wanted kids and it was not some kind of taboo between us.
The thing about Mathius is that he turned out to be a total hell to live with. We had been boyfriends since I moved to the uk and we lived a few blocks apart but when we moved in together I found out that the time we didn't spend together. Was actually the time that kept us from breaking up. He didn't want kids and was actually afraid of commitment.
Seriously, every time I called him my fiancé. He almost fainted. I finished that relationship a year of engagement.
When I married your father I messaged her again. She still lived in America but she offered that, if we were ready, she would donate a few eggs.
So 2 years after we got married your mother flew over. We had already contacted a surrogate mother. Sorry sweethearts. We know who they were but they didn't want you guys to know them. We had another surrogate both times and they were both very young. Like, your father is convinced that your surrogate Lucy wasn't even 16. She looked very young. That's true.
Quinn loves you guys both as much and it's almost cute to see that you have her blonde hair Lucy.
I still remember the day we got the call that the egg was growing. I just finished a busy day at the bakery and I had given all the leftovers at the local homeless community. Something I still do these days. I was cleaning the shop and your father had slept all day. So he could prepare everything for the next day. That way we can sleep till about 5.30 am before having to get up. We switch that every 2 days. Getting both up at that hour would be grazy after all.
We were so happy that we danced all through the shop and then outside and we ran down the street and we kissed, a lot. The next day our whole assortment was in pastel colours and we had decorated a little. We were so happy. It was almost crazy.
12 April 2032 was the day that our first daughter. Lucy Hummel was born
You have no idea how weird it was to stand there in those surgery gowns with the shoe caps and hair caps. And the blue gloves. Knowing that in a few hours to minutes we would have a child that was ours. We also had no idea who's child it genetically would be. Because our sperm got mixed up. Till the day we still don't know.
Even not from you Tracy because my mother had just the same hair as you and your father have. I remember because when I was little I used to sit in her lap. And pull at her curls. She wore it very long and in a ponytail. One that would lay over her shoulder and chest.
People always assume things and you are as much my daughter as his. I just want you to know that you really can't know who your genetic father is. I hope that you guys never feel the need to know more about your so called past because you know who your real mother is and we are both your fathers. Please don't become a grazy Sophie from mamma mia. Both of you. But then again if one of you would decide to do something as that it would be you Lucy.
Anyway. It took her exactly 20 minutes to get you out. She wasn't really that happy with us. She never even touched you. The doctor pulled her out and your father cut through the umbilical cord and you got laid in my arms.
I was 38 at that moment. The thing about it is that I have always dreamed about having a child. I was three when we got our first cat. Your grandfather Burt always told me that I took care of her like she was my daughter.
35 years later and I was standing there with a new born baby in my arms and my husband was standing behind me. It was your father who had accepted a moistened toilette to clean your face a little. He did it all while he was standing behind me with his arms underneath mine. You saw ghost right? Well, it was kind of like that but I was holding a baby instead of a lump clay.
They took you away after about 5 minutes and then when you were laying in that little bed in the room. We never left your side. Your mother was there for the weekend and we didn't allow a lot of people in the hospital but if you stayed in our arms for 3 hours. You laid in hers for 6. And your niece and cousin were there and she introduced you to them and your niece Eleanor was 16 at the time and I had known her as a moody teenager that never really showed any emotions but she was smiling the whole time.