Day 7: 10 Years in the Future

… In which Kurt and Dave are happy together with their son, and Kurt decides it is about time they take a family portrait…

"Dave! They like the play I wrote! They're going to let me show it!" Kurt was glowing with excitement and joy.

Dave didn't know what to say that could compare to this moment for Kurt, so he just smiled and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"The owner of the theater is throwing a cocktail party-like showcase thing to introduce me and the play to some big time directors and actors." He said, not bothering with a list of names Dave wouldn't recognize. "This is the biggest moment of my life." He paused for a moment before rushing to add "Well, except marrying you and adopting our son of course!"

"Mhm, I'm so sure." Dave said playfully before pulling Kurt in for another kiss.

"Well, Kurt, your husband and son sure have charmed the crowd." Kurt and the theater owner both looked to where Dave was showing off Oliver. "I'm sure you'll have no problem finding support for your future projects, but I hope you won't forget that I was your first fan."

Kurt laughed, "Of course not." Not wanting the conversation to die, Kurt looked around for something to talk about. "Wow, you have a lot of lovely pictures of your family."

"Of course. Every happy family has some family portraits lying around the house, right?"

"Naturally." Kurt said, though it was a little too chipper, and his eyes drifted back to Dave.

"Dave, we're a happy family right?" Kurt cuddled into Dave's side, glad that the party had tired Oliver out so they could have some privacy.

"Do you even need to ask?" Dave wrapped an arm around Kurt. "This seems pretty perfect to me."

Kurt snuggled closer, but didn't answer, looking at their picture-less walls.

"We should take a family portrait." Kurt said decidedly.

Dave looked up from his pancakes with a surprised look. "Uhhh… Okay? Why? What brought this on?"

"Nothing. Can't a guy take a picture with his family without getting interrogated?" Kurt stomped out of the room, leaving Dave silently behind.

"So? Which theme do you like better?" Kurt said, gesturing to the computer screen where he had pulled up several examples of family pictures.

Dave was trying not to laugh at how serious Kurt was taking this. "Can't we just take a picture sitting on the couch, or playing blocks in the playroom with Oliver?"

Kurt gave him a look that made Dave feel like a boy again. "Kidding. How about this one where they are lying on the ground?"

"I can't lie on the ground, Dave! Do you even know how much my clothes cost?"

"Then why did you even have that as a choice?" Dave asked exasperated.

Kurt honestly looked a little surprised and clearly didn't have an answer.

"Well then, Fancy, which one do you like?"

Kurt pointed at a ridiculous, Victorian-dress themed picture, and Dave actually started guffawing.

Kurt hmphed and shoved him.

Dave was shaking, trying to control his laughter. "Alright, let's ask the rugrat."

When their son choose the outdoor picture that Dave liked, smearing the screen with God knows what was on his hand, Dave picked their son up and spun him around in a victory dance.

"Olive, sweety, wouldn't you like one of the other pictures better? You know your Papa hates lying on the grass." Kurt said, trying to appeal to their son.

Oliver happily shook his head, shouting. "Me and Daddy like the grass!"

"Dave, what about this one?"

"Kurt, you can stop trying to get me to change my vote. You were over-ruled in favor of the grassy, muddy, insect-covered ground-picture." Dave didn't even look up from the puzzle he was building with their son.

Kurt shuddered. "Dave, this was my idea!"

"So I should get to pick the theme."

Kurt looked at him with puppy eyes that would have made Dave turn into putty in his hands a few years ago, but now Dave just stared him down until he stomped off to their room and slammed the door.

Dave felt a little bad, but he hated those ridiculous pictures people hung up all over their houses.

There was only so long Dave could stand Kurt's silent treatment. "Fancy." No answer "Kurt." Still no answer. "Sweetie-pie dumpling sugar dove." Well, that got Kurt's attention (Dave was glad that laser vision had yet to be perfected). "I have an idea for a compromise."

Kurt turned to face him fully with a saccharine expression. "What is it, darling?" His voice was oozing sarcasm.

"Okay. We do the outdoor picture…" He grabbed Kurt's arms before he could plug his ears and started singing to block Dave out. "We do the outdoor one, but we don't have to lie on the ground. We can get some chairs or something."

Kurt looked pensive. "But the whole appeal of the picture was that it was an overhead shot, so we could have all the pretty fall leaves in the background."

"So… We can…"

"Hammock!" They both looked over to their son who was excitedly watching something on television, where Kurt had left him while getting them a healthy snack.

"Daddy! Papa! Look! Hammock!"

There was indeed some poor fellow struggling to get into the hammock on the screen, causing Oliver to laugh wildly.

Dave and Kurt looked at each other and smiled. "Hammock."

"Are you sure it's safe?" Kurt asked, voice trembling a little as he looked at Dave, who was lying in the hammock.

"Kurt. It's a hammock. It's not dangerous."

"Well, excuse me. I just spent the better part of an hour, watching you struggle to hang it up, then another half an hour for you trying to get in it, then another twenty minutes for you hanging it back up because it wasn't tied properly the first time, and then another fifteen of you trying to get back in." Oliver was giggling at Dave. "Yes, Olive, it was quite funny."

"Yeah, I still don't see why you felt the need to have the photographer film that." Dave said, frustrated, throwing a look at the photographer standing a short distance away, a friend that Kurt had made when he had photographed the posters for his musical.

Kurt laughed good naturedly, moving over to gingerly climb on top of Dave, freezing every time he felt the hammock shifting under him, until Dave finally got bored and tugged Kurt down on top of him.

Kurt squealed, then smacked Dave in the chest, blushing, before readjusting himself into a more comfortable position, hugging Dave's side.

"C'mon up here, Oliver!" Dave called to their son, who rather skillfully climbed up the hammock and rolled himself over, sprawling heavily across their bodies.

Once the hammock settled, a moment of peace washed over the family. A breeze rolled through the yard, sending the leaves rustling on the ground, and Dave sighed, closing his eyes to enjoy the cool air across his face contrasting with the warmth of his family against his body.

His smiled, whispering to Kurt, "I'm so happy right now."

Kurt smiled fondly up at him, and neither of them even noticed the shutter sound coming from the top of the ladder.

Credit for the picture (and inspiration for this chapter) goes to my best friend whose tumblr url is "fajita21".