When Blaine sends seven-year-old Jason for a book, he doesn’t expect him to come running back with a large, familiar scrapbook that looks comically out of place in the boy’s tiny hands. Blaine shakes his head with a smile as he teases, “Well, that’s not The Berenstain Bears.”
“No,” Jason says excitedly, brown eyes sparkling and bright, cheeks carved deep with dimples as he grins from the doorframe, “but it has yours and granddaddy’s name on it!”
Jason squirms up onto the couch happily, Blaine taking the scrapbook from him and running his fingers over the well-worn leather cover. Etched deep into it are the words “Kurt and Blaine, est. 2011” and, underneath it in finer print, “Re-established 2013, finalized in 2015.” That had been Kurt’s idea after their wedding, and Blaine finds that he likes it, likes to look and remember even if it’s been at least a decade since this had anything added to it or has even been opened.
