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Series: No Day But Today
Title: Inclement Weather
Pairing: Klaine
Includes: Walkers, post-mpreg
Word Count: ~1025
Summary: The Refugees make a stop on the road.
They didn’t stop at night. No, they were careful to be on the move after dark. They kept listening to the radio, keeping up on what was going on out there in the world, off the road. The virus was spreading, towns were falling. It was America all over again, but now there were patches of people here and there who were immune. It was slowing the spread of the virus. Though the immune would die, just the same, if the walkers got them.
But they had to stop sometimes. Check the vehicles. Make sure they were on track. There was a destination in mind, even if most of the folks didn’t know it. Burt, Forest, and Carol had discussed whether or not to share the knowledge, but ultimately decided against it. No use throwing hope around before they were certain, and most didn’t ask. They were living moment to moment, and plans were easily set .
The hoods were popped, and Kurt and Blaine had gathered the rest of the group around to share stories.
Or that was the intention. Instead, Kurt was trying to get Pippa to stop crying, those who didn’t want to hear it had dispersed, and the others were just cooing in sympathy.
“Do we need another blanket?” Tina leaned over Kurt’s shoulder. “It’s cold out here.”
“Maybe. She’s usually warm enough when we hold her. Maybe a hat?” Kurt frowned and rubbed her back. “She’s not wet. She’s been fed. C’mon, honey. What’s the matter, hm?”
“Babies cry a lot.” Carol sat next to him and touched Pippa’s forehead. “You’ll learn which ones mean something.”
“Maybe she has a tummy ache.” Blaine kissed her head, then stroked his hand through his hair as he rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt rocked her from side to side. “I burped her already. Still... Maybe there’s something wrong with my milk?”
“No, probably not.” Carol took a blanket from Tina and wrapped it around them. “She spends most of her time being held, right?”
“We’re kangarooing her!” Kurt protested.
“No, she’s so young. I’m sure that’s fine. I just think she might need some time on her back. Rub her tummy,” Carol suggested.
Kurt leaned her forward, supporting her head, and Blaine rubbed her tummy. She started screaming more loudly.
“Poor Peanut!” Blaine cooed.
Kurt chuckled and offered her a finger to suck on. “Papa’s on your side. Maybe we should get her back in the car.”
“Maybe.” Blaine hummed softly. “Fly me to the moon!”
Kurt lifted Pippa up again and rocked her. The girls started to chuckle as Blaine sang to her. Brittany wiggled her hips and made swimmy arms.
All at once Kurt jerked his head around, pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans, and fired a shot into the woods behind them. Pippa wailed.
“What the hell, dude?” Finn rushed over to them and put his arm protectively around Kurt.
“Into the car.” Blaine caught the gun as Kurt tossed it to him and backed away.
“Did I get it?” Kurt let himself be guided toward the car, but peered over Finn’s shoulder.
The others scattered backward, while Van pulled her gun and followed behind to cover.
Blaine scanned the woods. “I think so...”
“Do you see them?”
Blaine was quiet for a moment. “Yes.” He stepped forward slowly.
“You shouldn’t go alone,” Van said.
“You would,” Finn muttered.
She pursed her lips at Finn, then looked into the woods again. “They’re not moving.”
“I think Kurt got the one who was still mobile,” Blaine said.
“Must’ve heard the Pip and decided to make a try for our group of meals on wheels,” Santana said, stepping off the road to take a look. “Oh, gross. That one doesn’t have a jaw!”
“Take a crossbow, babe. We’ll put them down quietly without wasting ammo.” Kurt stood to hand Pippa to a bewildered Finn. “Stay with your Uncle Finn for a minute, sweetie. Keep her warm, okay?”
He reached back behind the seats for their weapons, then moved to Blaine’s side. Juni’s little steps came behind them, and they quickly went to work.
Alarm clear in his eyes, Burt dashed over. “There was a shot. What happen?”
“Walkercicles.” Van still stood by the edge of the forest with her eyes peeled for anything moving besides their own.
Burt took Pippa from Finn, cradled her like a football, and moved her little legs around, then rubbed her tummy. Snow began to fall as the three returned, cleaning their weapons.
“Oh, you got her to stop crying!” Kurt said with relief.
“Gas,” Burt said simply. “And probably afraid of the noise. What were you two doing out there?”
“Either we’ve gone a little further west than we intended, or it’s spread faster than we thought,” Blaine said. He took Kurt’s crossbow and went to put them away.
“They were too decomposed, most of them, to be fresh. Those came through a border at some point.” Kurt wiped his hands clean before moving over to his father and daughter. “My guess is further west.”
Blaine came out with a hat and pulled it onto her head. “Sorry to scare you, sweetie. Daddy didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, I meant it.” Kurt looked up at the sky and caught the snow in his fingers. “Those not working or guarding should get back in the cars. And we should probably take the crossbows around for a sweep of the camp. Any walkers we put down now won’t be staggering up to visit us in the spring.”
The members of their group looked on, some frightened and some just stunned.
None looked so stunned as Burt. He looked on his son with new eyes, wondering for a moment where the boy had gone when this man had taken over, and when exactly that had happened.
Realizing the others looked to him as a leader, Burt gave a nod and agreed. He caught Carol’s eye as Kurt went back into the car to bundle up his little girl for the upcoming storm. Carol raised her brows and nodded, before going to tend to her own.
Title: Inclement Weather
Pairing: Klaine
Includes: Walkers, post-mpreg
Word Count: ~1025
Summary: The Refugees make a stop on the road.
They didn’t stop at night. No, they were careful to be on the move after dark. They kept listening to the radio, keeping up on what was going on out there in the world, off the road. The virus was spreading, towns were falling. It was America all over again, but now there were patches of people here and there who were immune. It was slowing the spread of the virus. Though the immune would die, just the same, if the walkers got them.
But they had to stop sometimes. Check the vehicles. Make sure they were on track. There was a destination in mind, even if most of the folks didn’t know it. Burt, Forest, and Carol had discussed whether or not to share the knowledge, but ultimately decided against it. No use throwing hope around before they were certain, and most didn’t ask. They were living moment to moment, and plans were easily set .
The hoods were popped, and Kurt and Blaine had gathered the rest of the group around to share stories.
Or that was the intention. Instead, Kurt was trying to get Pippa to stop crying, those who didn’t want to hear it had dispersed, and the others were just cooing in sympathy.
“Do we need another blanket?” Tina leaned over Kurt’s shoulder. “It’s cold out here.”
“Maybe. She’s usually warm enough when we hold her. Maybe a hat?” Kurt frowned and rubbed her back. “She’s not wet. She’s been fed. C’mon, honey. What’s the matter, hm?”
“Babies cry a lot.” Carol sat next to him and touched Pippa’s forehead. “You’ll learn which ones mean something.”
“Maybe she has a tummy ache.” Blaine kissed her head, then stroked his hand through his hair as he rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt rocked her from side to side. “I burped her already. Still... Maybe there’s something wrong with my milk?”
“No, probably not.” Carol took a blanket from Tina and wrapped it around them. “She spends most of her time being held, right?”
“We’re kangarooing her!” Kurt protested.
“No, she’s so young. I’m sure that’s fine. I just think she might need some time on her back. Rub her tummy,” Carol suggested.
Kurt leaned her forward, supporting her head, and Blaine rubbed her tummy. She started screaming more loudly.
“Poor Peanut!” Blaine cooed.
Kurt chuckled and offered her a finger to suck on. “Papa’s on your side. Maybe we should get her back in the car.”
“Maybe.” Blaine hummed softly. “Fly me to the moon!”
Kurt lifted Pippa up again and rocked her. The girls started to chuckle as Blaine sang to her. Brittany wiggled her hips and made swimmy arms.
All at once Kurt jerked his head around, pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans, and fired a shot into the woods behind them. Pippa wailed.
“What the hell, dude?” Finn rushed over to them and put his arm protectively around Kurt.
“Into the car.” Blaine caught the gun as Kurt tossed it to him and backed away.
“Did I get it?” Kurt let himself be guided toward the car, but peered over Finn’s shoulder.
The others scattered backward, while Van pulled her gun and followed behind to cover.
Blaine scanned the woods. “I think so...”
“Do you see them?”
Blaine was quiet for a moment. “Yes.” He stepped forward slowly.
“You shouldn’t go alone,” Van said.
“You would,” Finn muttered.
She pursed her lips at Finn, then looked into the woods again. “They’re not moving.”
“I think Kurt got the one who was still mobile,” Blaine said.
“Must’ve heard the Pip and decided to make a try for our group of meals on wheels,” Santana said, stepping off the road to take a look. “Oh, gross. That one doesn’t have a jaw!”
“Take a crossbow, babe. We’ll put them down quietly without wasting ammo.” Kurt stood to hand Pippa to a bewildered Finn. “Stay with your Uncle Finn for a minute, sweetie. Keep her warm, okay?”
He reached back behind the seats for their weapons, then moved to Blaine’s side. Juni’s little steps came behind them, and they quickly went to work.
Alarm clear in his eyes, Burt dashed over. “There was a shot. What happen?”
“Walkercicles.” Van still stood by the edge of the forest with her eyes peeled for anything moving besides their own.
Burt took Pippa from Finn, cradled her like a football, and moved her little legs around, then rubbed her tummy. Snow began to fall as the three returned, cleaning their weapons.
“Oh, you got her to stop crying!” Kurt said with relief.
“Gas,” Burt said simply. “And probably afraid of the noise. What were you two doing out there?”
“Either we’ve gone a little further west than we intended, or it’s spread faster than we thought,” Blaine said. He took Kurt’s crossbow and went to put them away.
“They were too decomposed, most of them, to be fresh. Those came through a border at some point.” Kurt wiped his hands clean before moving over to his father and daughter. “My guess is further west.”
Blaine came out with a hat and pulled it onto her head. “Sorry to scare you, sweetie. Daddy didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, I meant it.” Kurt looked up at the sky and caught the snow in his fingers. “Those not working or guarding should get back in the cars. And we should probably take the crossbows around for a sweep of the camp. Any walkers we put down now won’t be staggering up to visit us in the spring.”
The members of their group looked on, some frightened and some just stunned.
None looked so stunned as Burt. He looked on his son with new eyes, wondering for a moment where the boy had gone when this man had taken over, and when exactly that had happened.
Realizing the others looked to him as a leader, Burt gave a nod and agreed. He caught Carol’s eye as Kurt went back into the car to bundle up his little girl for the upcoming storm. Carol raised her brows and nodded, before going to tend to her own.
