Kurt Hummel-Anderson

Husband of One. Father of Four.

[daddyblainey]

I’ll go put Brynn to bed.

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I’ll meet you on the couch.

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Is it Friday yet? I am so sick of being at work.

[daddyblainey]

When you get home we can open a bottle of wine and I’ll rub your feet.

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That's sounds heavenly, baby.. I'm on my way home now.

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Is it Friday yet? I am so sick of being at work.

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Blaine?

[daddyblainey]

Then let’s go, my love.

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She wants McDonalds.. but I told her no way.

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Blaine?

Brynn and I are dying to go out for dinner.

[daddyblainey]

Where are my kids and my husband?

[daddyblainey]

Come hug me, darling.

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*runs over to Blaine and tackles him in a hug*

[daddyblainey]

Where are my kids and my husband?

Everyone’s been so busy, we need a family night.

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I'm here baby!!

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*grins* C'mon, *picks up his daughter and goes to the sewing machine*

[daddyblainey]

*rests her head on Kurt’s shoulder as they walk to the sewing machine* Where Li-Li, Papa?

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She's sleeping, baby girl. *whispers sadly*

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*grins, looking down at Brynn and nods£ Of course. Want to help me?

[daddyblainey]

*nods, giving Kurt the Barbie* Bwynn help!

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*grins* C'mon, *picks up his daughter and goes to the sewing machine*

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*smiles* I do know that.

[daddyblainey]

*kisses him softly* I love you so, so much. *toddles over and tugs on Kurt’s pant leg, holding a Barbie in her free hand. The Barbie’s dress has ripped noticeably* Papa fix?

[papakurtt-blog]

*grins, looking down at Brynn and nods£ Of course. Want to help me?

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*nods, looking up at Blaine* I love you, you know that, right?

[daddyblainey]

I know. You know I love you too, right? 

[papakurtt-blog]

*smiles* I do know that.

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*sighs unevenly, cuddling into his husbands side* I agree…

[daddyblainey]

*kisses Kurt’s temple* We’ll help them through it, baby. The best we can do is offer our support and as many resources as we can access for them. 

[papakurtt-blog]

*nods, looking up at Blaine* I love you, you know that, right?

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What if Lizzie and Ben never recover from this? And what about Hunter?

[daddyblainey]

I don’t know, Kurt. Hopefully, Hunter won’t remember this. He’s only a few months old, he probably isn’t old enough for it all to register in his long-term memory. As for Ben and Lizzie…we should encourage them to go see a therapist about this. 

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*sighs unevenly, cuddling into his husbands side* I agree...

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*Kurt pouts, at the mention of Lizzie* Brynn, go play with your toys. *says as she goes off to her toy bin* Babe?

[daddyblainey]

*sits next to Kurt on the couch, wraps an arm around him* Hmm? 

[papakurtt-blog]

What if Lizzie and Ben never recover from this? And what about Hunter?

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Right after dinner, I promise! *says, chuckling*

[daddyblainey]

*looks over at Blaine hopefully* Dada, cookie? *smiles* Sorry, sweetie, you heard Papa. No cookies before dinner. *frowns, climbing off Kurt’s lap* Where Li-Li? *laughs* Baby girl, Lizzie isn’t going to give you a cookie, either. Neither will Trace and Mason. Leave Lizzie alone right now, ok? She needs to rest.

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*Kurt pouts, at the mention of Lizzie* Brynn, go play with your toys. *says as she goes off to her toy bin* Babe?

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Noooo. Not before dinner, sweetie.

[daddyblainey]

*pouts* Yes cookie!

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Right after dinner, I promise! *says, chuckling*

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*closes his magazine and wraps his arms around Brynn* Yes, sweetie?

[daddyblainey]

*smiles and cuddles up to Kurt* Want cookie!

[papakurtt-blog]

Noooo. Not before dinner, sweetie.