#i was sad so to distract myself i pulled my tablet and tried to draw something that didnt require too much effort

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I mean I’m just saying I’m surprised Baghera didn’t do a Baghera on this one

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The Weller family during the weekend afternoon—and Kurt wants to eat Bethany’s fingers!

It was just after lunch when Jane had to leave all the mess in the kitchen for Kurt to clean up and go take a hot bath—her back muscles were sore after having overworked herself at the gym this morning. But Kurt had absolutely no problem with that. He even told her to take her sweet time and gave her two pecks on each cheek before she rushed out of his sight and into their bedroom that, last night, they’d shared with Bethany, which was a bad idea, they both knew. That was why they’d shaken their heads and didn’t allow it at first, but it wasn’t until Bethany simply pushed her lower lip out in a sad pout that they turned their heads toward one another, discussed the matter quietly, then looked back at her with a defeated expression, because they couldn’t say no to her, even though she was a big girl by now and very soon she’d enroll in school... 

Once Kurt was done with the kitchen, he walked the few paces toward the living room to find Bethany sitting in the very center over the couch and holding her mini tablet with both hands. He sat beside her and asked, “What are you doing?” But she didn’t even bother to look up at him and continued tapping and scrolling through the tablet with her little fingers. When Kurt had to repeat the question, she only raised a brow in an expression that might as well implied ‘Isn’t obvious what I’m doing, dad!’ 

Kurt smiled to himself at the blatant expression then commented, “I love your nails by the way! They look so beautiful, who painted them for you?” 

“The lady in the salon.”

“And who chose the blue polish for you?”

“I did.”

“Aha! Can I see them up close?”

She expanded him a hand as she never lifted her eyes off the tablet’s screen, and he examined it with a smile then kissed it several times, which eventually made her huff and try to pull her hand away. “You are making me distracted, daddy!” She complained, though she barely said the word ‘Distracted’ correctly. 

“You’re being distracted by this tablet, not me.” Kurt said, before resuming kissing every finger in her hand individually. “Your fingers smell so good, huh, I feel like, um, I wanna eat them!” He teased her, who giggled and hid both hands behind her back, leaving the tablet forgotten only now. 

“No, no, no.”

“Please, one, only one finger! You’ve got ten of them.” He insisted, then pretended that he was struggling here and there to catch her hands from behind her back, but she squirmed her body out of his arms and ran away, screaming and giggling on the way. 

She kept running in circles around the couch while Kurt pretended to be running after her, and when he was about to catch her, she, lucky for her, saw Jane getting out of the bedroom and crashed into her, then hid her little frame behind Jane’s. 

“What’s going on, are you guys playing hide and seek again? Because I’d love to play too!” Jane, grinning, said.

“No, daddy wants to eat my fingers.”  Bethany peeked at her father behind Jane’s back, tagging at her clothes. 

“What!” Jane almost chuckled, shooting Kurt a puzzled look. Then she hunched over and held Bethany up around her hips, though her muscles still hurt, but she hardly minded it. 

“He won’t eat your fingers.” Jane promised, looking Bethany in the eye. “Daddy is just kidding with you, right, Kurt?” There was a silent moment then, during which Bethany looked back and forth at her father and Jane in suspicion. But the second Kurt wore that same smirk he had before and tried to touch her, she recoiled and hugged Jane around the neck impossibly tight that Jane fought between groaning and laughing at the reaction. 

“Tell him not to,” Bethany cried out near Jane’s ear, which made Jane squeeze her eyes at the loud sound while walking with Bethany toward the coach with Kurt following them from behind. 

“Give me your hands, both hands.” In an encouraging voice, Jane ordered, after having seated on the coach with Bethany still clinging to her with both legs on either side of her. Bethany slowly but surely drew her hands from behind her back and gave them to Jane, and only Jane, who commented on the nice blue polish Bethany had on, “Nice polish by the way!”

“Right? I told her the same thing earlier!” Kurt said with a smile, who was sitting next to them by now. 

“Just before you wanted to eat my fingers!” Bethany rushed to say, looking at her father with a frown.

“And I still want to eat them by the way! One finger, huh, or maybe half a finger!” Kurt pleaded, but Bethany exclaimed, “No!”

Holding Bethany little hands in hers, Jane looked over at Kurt. “Stop it, Kurt! It’s intimidating.”

“Well... to stop it, I have one condition for Bethany.”

“What is it?”

“I want her to count for me five things she can do with her fingers that convince me not eat them, is that alright?”

Jane looked back at Bethany, who immediately nodded. 

“Go on, Bethany,” Jane whispered to her before she began, just after a moment of thought. “I can draw with my fingers.”

Both Jane and Kurt pushed their lower lips out in an impressive pout. “What else, what can you do with your fingers? You must do more with them.” Jane encouraged.

“And... I can paint my nails with so many colors—I was thinking about painting them with purple next time!” 

“Purple would be great!” Jane grinned, “and what else?”

“And, umm, I can play on my tablet with my fingers. And I can zip and unzip my clothes, with my fingers!” 

Kurt chuckled to that, before Bethany continued in enthusiasm, “I can count to ten and I can count the stars in the sky with my fingers. I can also...um, I can also solve the Rubik's Cube auntie Patterson gave me once—though can you help me with it daddy? I can’t solve it by myself. Every time I try to make it look like a new one, like a brand-new one, I make messier than before.” 

“Well, honey, I can’t promise you that I'll help you with that, but I’ll try. You bring it with you next time. Though I know someone who can easily help you with that!”

“Who is it?” Bethany asked. 

“The same one who gave it to you, honey!”

“Auntie Patterson?”

Jane chuckled. “Are you guys good together by now and I can leave you two and go make myself a cup of tea?” 

“Sure!” Kurt gave Bethany a sweet smile that she returned with the same affection, then he pulled her to his lap and kissed her several times on the hands and she allowed it. 

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Life and It’s Infinite Possibilities

Part 7

Summary: Oliver and reader make strides to stop being in hiding.

Arthur, gave a happy bark and getting up, he trotted out of his studio. Oliver, put his marker down, as he looked after Arthur. “Where are you going Arthur?”

He rounded a corner, he gave a yip and trotted back to Oliver. He sat down in front of him. Oliver, noticed there was something tucked into his collar.

“What do you have there?”

Oliver pushed back from his stool and knelt down in front of him. Opening, the envelope he took out an elaborate invitation to a costume party. That could be fun.

“Hey buddy.” Elliot, came in a few moments later.

“So you wanna go?”

Oliver, smiled. “I’ll certainly think about it.”

Elliot grinned, “Shauna and I are going, we were thinking of inviting, Y/N we thought it could be nice.”

“Yes, she should make some friends while she is out here.” Oliver suggested.

Elliot, narrowed his eyes and drew closer to Oliver. “That way if you want to flirt with her more you will have an entire party to do it. Maybe the two of you will hit it off.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oliver tried to play innocent.

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Elliot, leaned against his drawing table. “Oliver, I’ve seen the two of you. You two had something when we were in the coffee shop.”

“I’ll think about it alright?” He looked at his friend.

Elliot smiled. “Sure, think about it.”

Once Elliot was gone Oliver sent you a text.

His sweetness: Elliot invited me to a Halloween party. Shauna, the girl he is seeing may invite you or he may.

You: 😂 I was just typing to you! 😘 Let’s go!

His sweetness: 😘 Elliot suspects something. He said you and I could “flirt more” that he thought we “had something.”

You: We certainly do. 😌 I could try and flirt more with you. 😉

His Sweetness: ☺️ Please! Hey, I am going to work late. Stay late and we can then leave together.

You: What’s in it for me? 😂

His sweetness: Kisses 😘😘, and perhaps even handholding.

You: I might just sneak over now for a kiss.😘

His sweetness: I’m all alone, please do. 😘

He sighed moments later as he felt your arms wrap around his middle. Turning on his stool, it squeaked. “Hello there.”

“Hello.”

Oliver glanced around and soon, the two of you shared a soft, very sweet forbidden kiss. Sadly, it had to end almost as soon as it started. “See you later.” You whispered against his lips before fluttering off.

He felt really gutted. They really shouldn’t have to hide.

Elliot: Hey! Thought about it. I’ll go. She is awfully cute.

Him: 😆 I knew that would be the pull. I’ll tell Shauna.

Elliot: Am I that predictable?

Him: Only when you like someone.

Elliot: 🙄 ttyl.

Oliver went back to work, thankfully the rest of the day flew by. Hearing soft footfalls, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Hi there. Just going to finish this and we can go.”

“No rush.” You smiled and after petting Arthur, you hopped up onto the table down from him.

He glanced at you from under his unruly hair. “After that kiss, it really sealed the deal. I am tired of hiding.”

You grimaced. “Me too. We shouldn’t have to.”

He nodded. “That’s what I was thinking.” He smiled at you.

He looked over the page and added a few things. He nodded at and was happy where he was with it. He put his marker down for the day. Getting up, he went over to you.

Gently, you let him get closer to you. “Would it be bad, if I just run over to you at the party and just start kissing you?”

He chuckled as he loosely draped his arms around you. “Maybe a little slower.”

“Alright, we’ll talk perhaps even giggle, have a drink even and let it flow. But,” You gave an innocent look. “eventually, let’s leave the party together, they can make up their own minds.”

He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

You leaned forward and be drew close to you. Your lips met and another soft kiss was shared between the two of you.

*****

If Oliver was to be honest, he was a nervous wreck. The feelings the two of you shared were wonderful. He couldn’t be happier. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would all go over. He was certain that Elliot and Shauna didn’t care. But everyone else, he sighed as he put on his costume. Scratching the back of his head, he looked down at Arthur.

“Yes, you know I care about her.” He sighed.

“That is exactly why I’m worried.”

Putting on the glasses and fluffing the beard a finally time. He looked in the mirror one last time and scooping Arthur up, headed out.

*****

He truly, hoped that this would be ok. Anxious knots filled his stomach. To prepare and have things feel fresh the two of you, very reluctantly stayed away from each other for two long days.

Sure last night you both fell asleep looking at each other in your own respectively and badly lit bedrooms. He woke up to his face was smooshed into the screen of his tablet. He was grateful that he had not drooled in his sleep.

The place was vibrating with music, streamers hung from the wall and clusters of people clumped here and there. He recognized faces from his and Elliot’s firm to a few others in town.

He jumped slightly when Elliot appeared behind him, slapping him on the shoulder. “Great costume, Oliver.”

He smiled. “Thanks.” Arthur happily wagged his tail.

“Hi Arthur. Hope you enjoy your second, maybe third party.” Arthur wagged his tail harder.

Oliver, needed a drink. He felt like a fish out of water. Parties were never his scene. “I’m going to grab myself a drink.” He only went to unveiling parties because it was his job but this, he didn’t know.

Bending down he put down Arthur and grabbing a cup poured himself a drink. Nothing too strong since he really hoped that you and him wouldn’t be here too long.

“Oliver!” A high pitched voice rang out; filling the entire kitchen. He closed his eyes and sighed before he turned towards it.

“Hello Melissa, how are you?”

He had barely turned when she threw her arms around him and moments later, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He repressed rolling his eyes.

“I am so good!” She practically squealed, leaning in she gave him a huge toothy grin. “I like the beard Oliver.”

He reached into his pocked to get his handkerchief, to wipe off the bright pink lipstick when he saw you over Melissa’s shoulder.

Your eyes met but you looked sad. You turned and walked away into another part of the house. His anxiousness spiked.

“It’s part of my costume Melissa.” He said simply as he wiped off the lipstick.

“Well, you look amazing.”

“Thank you, if you excuse me.” He began walking past her.

“Oliver? I thought you were getting a drink.”

He pressed his lips together. “I decided against it.” He gave her a brief smile. “Nice seeing you.”

He went looking for you, the music was getting louder when he reached the back of the house.

Looking around he hoped he’d spot you. His shoulders slumped as he mingled in and out of all the people dancing and did not spot you. He wasn’t going to dwell on the negative. You had to know how much he cared. You both had to pretend, you two well didn’t exist until this night.

He let his forehead lean against the cool glass of the sliding door. It kind of distracted and relaxed him at the same time.

“Is that you Oliver?” Your sweet voice filled his ears. Now he genuinely smiled as he turned to you.

“Oh, hello Y/N what are you doing here?”

“I was invited by a few in the firm. How are you?”

“Good, good. Well it is really great to see you.” He wasn’t any good at this.

“Same” You gestured to everyone dancing behind the two of you. “Wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.”

He had always been one to do silly and funky dances. So that is what he did. You chuckled and followed suit. “I like your costume.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. “Yours is nice too.”

He beamed. “Thank you.

Breathless, how much later it was but the two of you found a corner. “Sorry about that girl. She had asked me out a few months ago and I well,” Oliver looked at his feet. “Turned her down.”

You giggled. “I didn’t know I was dating such a ladies man.”

Oliver flushed and shrugged. “But I’m a one girl kind of guy.”

You smiled sweetly. “You had better be.” Another peel of giggles came from you.

“Do you think we’ve been here long enough?” He glanced around.

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