Summary: Kurt and Blaine try to take a picture with their son, wanting one of the three "men in the house." Idea based off of this fanart by penanggalandoll
This can either be based off of my Doing Something Right (aka Daddies!Klaine) 'verse, or it can be read as a standalone.
Note that Zoey is 15ish and Parker is 6. And Maddie, the middle child, is mentioned briefly, but she'd be around 10.
Also P.S. I'm on winter break now and am really feeling this 'verse so hit me up with prompts.
“Come on, say cheese,” Zoey says, sighing as Blaine continues to poke Kurt in the side while Parker giggles in front of them.
“It’s not my fault!” Kurt shrieks, trying to shove Blaine’s arm away. “Your dumbass of a father –” Zoey raises her eyebrow at him, and Kurt huffs and shakes his head. “I mean, your idiot of a father won’t stop tickling me.”
Blaine huffs and stops poking Kurt. Zoey’s getting that annoyed, slightly frazzled tone to her voice that she sometimes gets that he’s absolutely certain she got from Kurt. And whether it’s her or Kurt talking to him like that, he knows that either way, it’s time for him to cooperate.
“Fine,” Blaine says, standing up straight and wrapping one of his arms around Parker. “Just get this over with. Us Anderson-Hummel men can only look dignified for so long.”
Kurt snorts, and Zoey’s just about to take the picture when he pipes up, “are you serious, Blaine?” He asks. “Because you wear bowties for fun. You literally always look dignified.”
“That was more for Parker,” Blaine shrugs. “He’s squirmy enough as it is.”
“I’m right here,”Parker says, huffing and crossing his arms in front of him. “I’m six; I’ve been able to understand you guys for years now.”
“God, just take the picture Zoe,” Blaine says, trying to hold Parker still while Zoey holds the camera up again.
“How do you even use this thing?” She asks after a few seconds. “Seriously, nobody even uses cameras anymore.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt huffs, breaking away from Blaine and Parker and walking towards Zoey. “We need to do this before Rachel brings Maddie home, because if you haven’t noticed, she’s really good at weaseling herself into every single picture.”
“She just likes attention,” Zoey says, flipping her hair over her shoulder while Kurt repositions himself behind Parker.
“Be nice,” Kurt tells her as he looks at Blaine before sighing and brushing a stray hair back down. “Honestly, B, I don’t know how your hair even escapes with all that gel.”
“It’s not my fault,” Blaine mumbles.
“I know,” Kurt says, “but it’s still cute.”
Blaine grins and leans over a little, wrapping one arm around Kurt’s shoulders before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Ew,” Parker huffs from where he’s standing in front of Kurt.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kurt says as Parker tries to run away. He wraps his arms around him tighter, holding him tighter so that he can’t wiggle out of his grip. “We’ll never get you back and in that sweater again if we let you go now.”
“But daddy’s kissing you,” he whines, still trying to worm his way out of Kurt’s arms.
“So don’t look then, buddy,” Blaine grins, reaching one hand out and holding it over Parker’s eyes as he presses another kiss to Kurt’s cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.
Kurt keeps giggling and Blaine keeps kissing and Parker keeps wiggling until they see the brief flash of light coming from the camera.
“Got it,” Zoey grins. She looks down at the screen before flipping it around so that Kurt and Blaine can look at it. “It’s kind of perfect.”
Kurt looks at the picture, smiling at how happy he looks and how Blaine’s grinning and pressing a kiss to his cheek, while Parker’s clearly struggling to get away with a hand clamped over his eyes and another arm wrapped around his shoulders, trapping him against Kurt.
“Mm,” Kurt hums, leaning into Blaine’s touch as he wraps an arm around his waist. “It kind of is.”
one day in the dead of night you should just walk around and put rainbow stickers on every inch of the city like literally every inch and then in the morning act as surprised as everyone else and join in on the "they're taking over" chant that's bound to happen
Prompt: Kurt and Blaine's daughter brings home her first boyfriend.
So, alright. That prompt happened, and then my mind exploded. Like, seriously exploded. It started as them just having one daughter, and then I couldn't choose between two names, so I gave them two daughters, and then I felt like they needed a son, so I gave them a son.
Zoey is 14, Madeline (pronounced like Mad-uh-lynn), Maddie for short, is 9, and Parker is 5. At least in this fic. Blaine is a kindergarten teacher, and Kurt works for Vogue.
I'll put more notes at the end. But just note that this is becoming a 'verse to be tagged "fic: doing something right" and I will be taking prompts.
~4,700 words
“Kurt?” Blaine calls as he walks in the door, having to physically push Parker in so that he doesn’t run out and down the stairs again, Madeline trailing a bit behind them. “Babe, we’re home.”
Blaine helps Parker out of his jacket and closes the door behind Madeline, shoving both of their shoes next to the pile beside the door. “Kurt, are you –”
Kurt comes rushing over to them, shushing Blaine and holding a finger up to his lips so that the kids know to be quiet.
“Zoey brought a boy home,” Kurt whispers, his eyes excited as he looks down at Parker and frowns at the dirt stain on his shirt.
“A boy.” Blaine deadpans, his eyebrows shooting up on his forehead. “As in, a friend who’s a boy who just happens to be working on a project like before, or the other kind of boy?”
“The other kind of boy,” Kurt says.
Blaine swallows and clenches his fists at his sides, trying not to think about the fact that his little girl – well, his oldest little girl – is sitting in his living room right now, right this second, with a boy of romantic interest.
“No,” Blaine says, running a hand through his hair. “She’s too young.”
Kurt gives him an amused look before turning to the two wide eyed children still standing beside Blaine. “Hi, babies,” Kurt says, scooping Parker up in his arms, his black curls bouncing, and gently smoothing Madeline’s hair.
“Papa,” Madeline says, sighing and crossing her arms. “I’m almost nine years old. I’m not a baby.”
“Of course not, Maddie,” Kurt says before pressing a quick kiss to Parker’s forehead. “How was kindergarten today, buddy?”
“It was great!” He practically shouts as he launches himself out of Kurt’s arms. “I saw Daddy at lunch, and then Maddie was outside for recess today, and it was so awesome, Papa, I wish you and Zoey were at school with us all the time.”
Kurt laughs and turns back to Blaine.
“What are we going to do?” Blaine hisses, his eyes looking at the wall separating them from the living room.
“Well, we can start by not leaving them alone for longer than we already have,” Kurt says.
“Right,” Blaine nods before turning to Maddie next to him. “Hey, Mads, I’m giving you permission to bug your sister.”
Maddie’s eyes widen as she grins up at Blaine. “This isn’t a joke like last time, right?”
“No, I promise,” Blaine says. “I actually –”
“Shh!” Kurt shushes them again, Blaine instantly falling silent as he listens to the hushed whispers in the room beside them.
“My dad and my siblings are home,” Blaine hears Zoey whisper. “I’m sorry, they’re probably going to harass you now.”
“Who, your siblings?” Blaine hears a lower voice say. He scoffs, because really, this kid sounds like he hasn’t fully gone through puberty yet, but, oh god, at least he’s around Zoey’s age then, because if he sounded normal then that would mean he was more around 16, and thank god for the small mercies.
“No, my parents,” Zoey sighs.
Blaine turns to Kurt, pleading with his eyes for a moment before he sees Kurt nod.
“This calls for more serious matters.”
“I agree.”
Blaine turns to Parker, holding his fist out for Parker to bump. “Park, buddy,” Blaine grins. “Go out there and do your thing.”
Parker smiles and lets out a small squeal before nodding, quickly pounding Blaine in the fist before running into the living room.
“Zoeeeeyyyyyyyyy!” They hear Parker squeal, his tiny feet padding against the hardwood floor, followed by a thump and a series of groans.
“Parker!” Zoey shrieks.
“Hey, no, Zoe, he’s fine,” the other voice – the boy – says. “He’s cute.”
“Zoe?” Blaine mouths to Kurt.
“She doesn’t let anyone but us call her that,” Kurt whispers to Blaine, ignoring how Maddie is turning her head between the two of them.
“I know.”
“Zoey, why is there a boy here?” Parker says, and Blaine can practically picture his face all scrunched up in confusion. “Wait,” his voice drops a little, suddenly serious. “Did we get a brother?”
Blaine’s eyes widen as he turns to Kurt again, ignoring how Maddie is trying to hold her laughter in.
“God,” she says. “You guys are both idiots.” Maddie sighs and dusts her hands off before walking into the living room.
“You better introduce your friend here to our dads before the piss themselves,” they hear her say. “Like, seriously, Zoe, they’re about to pee, but it’s not from excitement, let me tell you.”
“Nobody answered me!” Parker shrieks. “I want to know if he’s my brother!”
Kurt sighs and drops his head down onto Blaine’s shoulder. “I think we need to go in there,” he whispers, his lips skimming Blaine’s neck.
“I think so, too,” Blaine agrees. “Before she murders Maddie and Parker.”
Kurt laughs and pulls himself away from Blaine, both of them taking a deep breath before walking into the living room.
“Dads!” Zoey says, her face flushing when she sees them. Blaine notices her quickly slip his hand out of the boy’s, but he chooses not to say anything about it. This time.
Blaine grunts and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the end table next to the couch. Kurt glances at him out of the corner of his eyes, rolling them when he sees Blaine’s expression and turning back to the boy on the couch. He has a head of blonde hair, almost to the point where it looks like he could have bleached it, but not quite enough to seriously consider that as an option.
“Mr. Anderson-Hummel,” the boy says, standing up and not so discretely wiping his hand off on his jeans before holding it out. Blaine snorts at that. At least he was a little more put together the first time he met Kurt’s dad.
But only a little.
That is completely beside the point, though, because Blaine was sixteen when that happened and Kurt was the love of his life, and if this boy wants to stay alive, then he better be fourteen and there is absolutely no way that fourteen years are allowed to be in love, not under Blaine’s watch.
Kurt smiles at him and shakes his hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says as he shakes Kurt’s hand. “I’m Zach.”
Zach. Blaine scoffs to himself again and has to refrain from rolling his eyes. It’s such a typical first boyfriend name.
“You too,” Kurt smiles, letting go of his hand and smiling at him. Kurt glances back at Blaine, his eyes wide as he discretely nudges his head towards Zach.
And, okay, maybe Blaine should stop putting mental italics in his name.
When Blaine shows no sign of moving, Kurt sighs and turns back towards the couch. “Maddie, Parker, why don’t you guys go get cleaned up for dinner?” Kurt asks, his voice sweet and the complete opposite of what Blaine is feeling.
“But –” Maddie starts, glancing between Zach and Blaine with hopeful eyes. “I want to see this.”
“Go, Madeline,” Kurt says. She sighs and goes, dragging Parker with her, knowing that Kurt is completely serious when he brings out her full name.
Once they’re gone, Zoey shoots Kurt a pleading look, one that clearly says she wants him to take Blaine away and save her from a potentially, horribly awkward situation.
Blaine smiles then, because oh, he is definitely not going to give her that satisfaction.
Once he takes a step forward, Zoey quickly sprints towards him and places a hand on his arm. “Dad, please,” she whispers. “Please be nice.”
Blaine smiles, one that says “Of course, darling, I’m always nice,” and gently pats her on the arm before stepping around her.
“Do something,” she hisses to Kurt.
Kurt laughs and shakes his head. “You should know by now that I have no control over your father, Zoey.”
Zoey groans as Blaine stops in front of Zach and holds out his hand. Blaine takes it and gives it a firm, hopefully slightly painful squeeze.
“Um, h-hello, Mr. Anderson…Hummel?” He asks. “I’m sorry I – what do I call you? You’d both be Mr. Anderson-Hummel, wouldn’t you?”
Blaine squints his eyes at the boy and tips his head to the side, studying him. “Technically, yes,” he says eventually. “But sir is fine.”
“Blaine,” Kurt scolds, rolling his eyes as Blaine releases Zach’s hand. “I’m sorry about him,” he says to Zach. “He’s usually not this . . . abrasive.”
Silence falls over the room, Blaine watching amusedly as Zoey looks quickly between him and Zach.
“Zoey,” Kurt says after a few more moments of silence. “Go get your brother and sister and tell them dinner’s almost ready.”
“I –” She starts to argue, but Kurt shoots her his signature ‘Don’t argue with me’ look, causing her to sigh, nod, and go.
Kurt glances at Blaine once she’s gone, and yes, he wants to interrogate this kid just as bad as Blaine does.
“So,” Kurt says, placing a hand on his hip. “How old are you, Zach?”
Blaine watches as Zach swallows thickly, his eyes wide and shifting between the two of them. “I’m 15, sirs,” he says slowly.
Blaine nods, and okay, that’s acceptable. “Any previous girlfriends?”
“One in elementary school,” he replies, his cheeks tinting pink. “But, you know, that doesn’t really count.”
Blaine nods again, glancing at Kurt.
“How long have you and Zoey been dating?”
“J-just a few weeks,” he stammers, biting his lower lip. “I’m sorry I just kind of sprung myself on you like this. We should have asked you if I could come to dinner first.”
“Would have been nice to know that she had a boyfriend before she brought him over,” Blaine mumbles, flinching when Kurt’s elbow stabs him in the side.
“If you’re going to be around here,” Kurt says, trying to cover up Blaine’s comment, “then we should set some ground rules.”
Blaine is instantly taken back to the days when Burt laid down the ground rules to them, and in this moment, Kurt has never seemed more like Burt.
“Zoey!” Blaine calls before Kurt can continue. When Kurt gives him a confused look, Blaine shrugs. “Both you and I were there when your dad gave us this talk,” he says. “It’s only fair if they have the same treatment.”
Zoey walks back into the room a few moments later, looking at Zach and probably making sure that he’s still in one piece.
“Ground rules,” Kurt says once they’re both seated on the couch again – at opposite ends, resulting from Blaine’s glare when they tried to sit right next to each other. “The door to your room stays open if you’re in there.”
“No loud music,” Blaine adds. “We were teenagers once, too. We know what loud music means.”
Zoey blushes and drops her face into her hands, while Zach stares at his feet.
“There are young children in this house,” Kurt goes on. “And they don’t need to see you two getting it on anywhere. So, the couch is off limits.”
“So is the kitchen.”
“And the closets.”
“And our bedroom, god, don’t go in there.”
“Okay!” Zoey jumps up. “We’re done with this!”
“Like we said,” Blaine shrugs as she drags Zach off to the kitchen. “We were young teenagers not so long ago. We know how your brains work.”
Kurt laughs and collapses into the nearest loveseat, resting his head against the back and closing his eyes. Blaine takes a few calming breathes and smiles when he sees Kurt patting his leg. He gently settles himself on Kurt’s lap, nosing along his neck and breathing in his scent.
“You’re really tense,” Kurt murmurs, his eyes still closed and his eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks.
“It’s hard not to be,” Blaine whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt’s ear. “She’s our first baby, Kurt, and she’s growing up.”
Kurt sniffs and nods, opening his eyes and turning to Blaine. “I know,” Kurt says softly, brushing a stray curl off of Blaine’s forehead. “I was secretly hoping we’d get one of those daughters who don’t date until their twenties.”
Blaine snorts and rests his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder. “Have you seen her?” Blaine asks. “She’s gorgeous and looks just like you. Of course that was never going to be the case.”
Kurt sighs and closes his eyes again. Blaine just sits there, not moving and just breathing in Kurt’s scent, willing his muscles to loosen up.
“Maddie, where are they?” Zoey’s voice says from the kitchen. “The chicken is going to burn.”
“They’re canoodling on the loveseat,” Maddie says, and Blaine can practically picture her shrugging her shoulders.
“Go get them.”
“Parker!” Maddie shouts. “Get Daddy and Papa and tell them to come in the kitchen!”
Blaine sighs and presses one last soft kiss to Kurt’s neck before standing up, reaching out and helping Kurt up. “No need for that,” Blaine says as they walk hand in hand into the kitchen. “Don’t get the monster involved unless it’s absolutely necessary, Mads.”
“Hey!” Parker says, placing his hands on his hips in a very Kurt fashion and pouting at them as he comes into the kitchen. “I’m not a monster.”
“Of course you aren’t,” Blaine grins as he ruffles his hair, releasing Kurt’s hand so he can check the chicken.
“I’m just a little boy,” he says, nodding his head in agreement with himself.
Blaine laughs, abruptly stopping when he hears another lower voice join in. He looks up and sees Zach smiling down at Parker from where he’s sitting at the kitchen table, and, alright, he does seem to like their other kids, so the kid has at least one thing going for him.
“Dinner!” Kurt says, grinning as he sets a few plates of food down onto the table. “Sit down, Park, you’re in my way.”
Parker huffs, quickly pulling the chair out for Maddie before climbing into his own.
“Thank you, Parker,” Maddie grins as she sits down.
Blaine grins and notices Zach raising his eyebrow at Parker.
“He pulls the chairs out for them?” He asks.
Blaine nods, just as Kurt swoops in and sets the last plate on the table. “We’ve got to train our little man up early so that he knows how to be a gentleman,” he says, grinning and ruffling Parker’s hair. Parker sits up a little straighter in his chair and preens.
“Wait,” he says after a moment. “You aren’t actually a new brother, right?”
Zach laughs and shakes his head. “No, I’m just your sister’s friend.”
Parker nods. “Good,” he says. “I’m the only brother in this family.”
Blaine shares a glance at Kurt, filing that information away for a later conversation.
Once Kurt sits down, they all fall silent again, quietly eating as Kurt cuts Parker’s chicken.
“So, Zach,” Maddie says, resting her cheek in her hand and squinting at him across the table. “Have any police records?”
“No?” Zach responds, but it comes out more like a question.
“Hmm,” Maddie hums, flipping a curl of dark brown hair off her shoulder. “I’ll have to verify that, but I’ll take your word for now.”
Zoey huffs and glares at Maddie. “Ignore her,” she says.
Blaine decides that he should intervene before the girls start hashing it out, because he knows what it’s like when that happens, and as much as he doesn’t like this Zach guy, he doesn’t want to submit a stranger to that just yet.
Maybe on his next visit. But not today.
“How did you guys meet?” Blaine asks, figuring that’s a sufficient question to squelch the situation.
“Um, glee club, actually,” Zoey responds. “We’re the only two freshmen who auditioned, so we sort of stuck together and . . . yeah.”
Zach nods beside her. “Zoey has a great voice,” he says as he spears another slice of chicken. “She said you guys used to sing, too?”
Kurt laughs and nods. “We still do,” he says, nudging Blaine’s foot with his under the table. “Just not like we used to. We actually both started off pursuing careers in music, although you wouldn’t know it based off of where we are now.”
Blaine laughs and nods, because it’s so completely true.
“I know Mr. Anderson – that’s what the kids call you, right? – teaches a kindergarten class down in the lower school, but Zoey hasn’t mentioned what you do, sir?”
Kurt smiles. “You don’t have to call me sir, that’s apparently only this poophead’s rule,” he says, gesturing to Blaine with his head. “But I work in fashion, for Vogue, specifically.”
“Oh, yeah, man, my mom totally reads that,” he says, grinning at Kurt and then at Zoey, who’s smiling at Kurt so wide that Blaine feels his heart melt a little.
After that, the conversation flows smoothly, with only a few bumps here and there when Maddie decides to make some sassy remark that makes Zoey prickle with irritation.
Kurt and Blaine clear the table as Maddie and Parker run off to their rooms, working quietly and listening to Zoey and Zach whispering in the living room.
“Should we leave them in there alone?” Blaine whispers as he hands Kurt another plate.
“Blaine, we can see the living room,” Kurt deadpans as he rinses the plate under the warm water. “They aren’t going to do much with us standing right here.”
“It is kind of quiet in there,” Blaine replies, craning his neck to try and see the couch from where he’s standing.
Kurt sighs and sets the plate down, turning off the water and removing his gloves. “Look at me,” he says softly, grabbing Blaine by the waist and spinning him around. He places his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, rubbing them gently. “You’ve said yourself that we were teenagers once and we know how they feel,” Kurt whispers, pulling Blaine closer so that he can look him deeper in the eyes. “Remember how uncomfortable you felt at my house until we graduated high school?” Blaine nods and closes his eyes, leaning in the last few inches and resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder.
“That’s how they’re feeling right now,” Kurt whispers into Blaine’s ear, pressing a soft kiss against it. “They feel awkward, and uncomfortable, and they want to kiss but they don’t know how we’ll react.”
Blaine sighs. “It’s not the same,” Blaine mumbles into Kurt’s shoulder.
“No, it’s not,” Kurt replies, smoothing the hair on the back of Blaine’s neck. “Yes, they do have it a little easier than we did because they don’t have to worry about anyone freaking out about two boys kissing each other, but they are younger, Blaine. Zoe is just at the age where it’s suggested they start dating. And, honestly? Zach seems like a very nice boy. He’s polite, and he loves Parker and Maddie, and I’m pretty sure he’s giving Zoey the same heart eyes that you used to give me.”
Blaine laughs quietly, and no, he won’t cry, he won’t let himself cry over this because that’s stupid, it’s not like Zoey’s leaving and getting married or anything.
“I know she’s our first baby,” Kurt whispers, pressing another kiss just under Blaine’s ear. “But we can’t hold on forever.”
Blaine nods and takes a deep, shaky breath before pulling away.
“Can you be nice now?” Kurt asks, ducking his head a little to look at Blaine’s eyes. “He really is a nice boy, Blaine.”
Blaine nods again and pouts a little. “I guess,” he mumbles, shuffling his feet in what he knows it a childlike fashion. He would know. He’s worked with kindergarteners for over ten years now. “Maybe I was just trying to do my best Burt Hummel impression.”
Kurt snorts and grabs Blaine’s hands in his own. “My dad was a big teddy bear the whole time and you know it,” he says, squeezing Blaine’s hand. “You were probably only actually scared of him a few times.”
“Three, actually,” Blaine says, a real smile spreading on his face. “The time I asked him to give you the sex talk –”
“Which you still aren’t forgiven for, by the way.”
“The first time I came to dinner as your boyfriend, and then the first time I saw him after we . . .” Blaine pauses, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he leans in to whisper in Kurt’s ear. “The first time I saw him after the West Side Story opening night. You know, after the night I totally took your virginity.”
Kurt flushes and pulls away from Blaine before swatting him in the arm. “There are children in this house, you ass,” Kurt says, hitting his arm again just for affect.
“Hey, I’m not the one calling my husband an ass,” Blaine grins, leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to Kurt’s lips.
Kurt hums and pulls away, glancing at the clock behind him before sighing. “Zach should get going so he doesn’t have to walk home in the dark,” Kurt says as he starts to drag Blaine into the living room. “I think I remember him saying he doesn’t live far from here.”
They pause when they reach the living room, watching as Zoey and Zach bend their heads low and whisper to each other, sitting close but not as close as they could be, obviously still tentative and nervous around each other, which does help to soothe Blaine. A little bit, anyway.
Kurt clears his throat, and Blaine lets out a soft laugh as their heads pop up and their cheeks instantly flush. “Zach, if you’re walking home you should probably get going soon.”
“Oh, right,” Zach says, and Blaine swears he sees him deflate a little. “My dad did say he didn’t want me walking home in the dark.”
Blaine squints at Zach for a moment. He swears he’s seen him somewhere before, and he wonders if he maybe had him in class when he was younger.
“What did you say your last name was?” Blaine asks, even though he’s sure Zach never actually said it. “Did I ever have you in class?”
“No, sir,” Zach says, shaking his head. “I didn’t go to Riverview schools until eighth grade.”
Blaine nods, but continues looking at Zach.
“But my last name is Evans, I’m not sure if I mentioned that,” he says after a few moments of Blaine scrutinizing him.
Blaine perks up, his eyes widening as he turns to grin at Kurt. Kurt obviously hasn’t made the connection, but Blaine has, and god, it’s gold. “Evans?” He says, and he can’t seem to wipe the grin off his face. “As in Sam Evans?”
“Um, yeah,” Zach says, scratching the back of his head in awkwardness. “Have you seen him around the school? My little sister is in sixth grade, so you may have had her.”
“No, no,” Blaine says, “well, maybe I did have her, but we know your dad from high school.”
Kurt’s jaw drops as he turns to Blaine, his hand gripping Blaine’s bicep tightly. “Sam?” Kurt says, turning back to Zach. “You’re Sam Evan’s kid.”
“Um, yes,” Zach laughs. “This is . . . weird. That you know my dad.”
“Well, we haven’t seen him since our last high school reunion,” Blaine laughs. “I knew you looked familiar, kid.”
Zach seems taken aback by the pet name Blaine just used, and hell, Blaine is a little surprised that he just used a pet name on the kid.
“Okay,” Zoey drawls, rolling her eyes at her dads who are still grinning goofily. “I’m going to walk him to the front door, so . . .”
Kurt nods. “Shouldn’t take you more than five minutes, honey.”
“It really should only take you three,” Blaine amends as they walk towards the door.
“Thank you for having me over,” Zach says once he reaches the door, turning around and shaking both of their hands again. “It was a pleasure to meet you, sir,” he says as he shakes Blaine’s.
Blaine glances at Kurt once, who only nods discretely. He lets out a long, deflated sigh before admitting defeat. “You can call me Mr. Anderson,” Blaine says, almost in a whiny voice that he knows Kurt will reprimand him for later. “And maybe, eventually, you’ll be able to call me Blaine.”
Zach grins at him, and, alright, the kid isn’t as bad as he could be.
“Have a good night,” Kurt says to him as he wraps his arm around Blaine’s waist. “Maybe we should have a family get together sometime soon.”
Zach smiles and nods. “I’m sure my dad would love that.”
“Seriously, Zoey,” Kurt says just before the door closes. “Five minutes.”
Zoey huffs and rolls her eyes. “I know, Papa.”
Once the door is shut, Kurt collapses into Blaine in a fit of giggles. Blaine’s hands grip Kurt’s waist as he laughs into his shoulder.
“I can’t believe that he – that we didn’t even realize – his hair, Blaine, it should have been an instant giveaway –”
Blaine’s laughing too hard to respond, so he just grips Kurt harder as his body continues to vibrate with laughter.
"They have to get married now," Blaine says in between laughs. "I don't even care, Kurt. We're making them get married."
“Parents,” they hear Maddie say somewhere behind them. “Who knows what’s going on in their brains half the time.”
“I dunno,” Parker’s little voice sounds from somewhere next to her. “I think they’re tellin’ jokes.”
Blaine laughs again but pulls away from Kurt, grinning at Maddie and Parker and waggling his eyebrows at them. “Stop talking about your Papa and I behind our backs,” he teases, rushing towards them as a peal of laughter fills the room while they scurry off.
As Blaine’s chasing them around the living room, he hears the front door to their apartment open again. He stands up straight and gently sets Parker back down, heading over to where Zoey and Kurt are standing.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I – I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys before I brought him over. I just . . . didn’t know how.”
“He’s a very nice boy,” Kurt says softly, rubbing a hand down her back gently. “And, hey, we know his dad from high school.”
Zoey laughs and nods. “He told me,” she says quietly.
Maddie and Parker come into the room, Parker gripping onto Blaine’s legs and leeching on.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Maddie asks. “Because he seems okay. You know, for a boy. And I still have to do that background check on him.”
Zoey laughs and nods. “Yeah, he is,” she says, her ears turning pink as she ducks her head. “Park?” She asks for a moment. “What do you think of Zach?”
Blaine knows Parker’s input is extremely important to Zoey. When he was born, Zoey took an almost instant attachment to him, and Blaine knows she would never do anything to make Parker upset if she could help it.
“He’s okay,” he says, oddly quiet.
Zoey looks nervously at Kurt and Blaine before kneeling down next to Parker. “What’s wrong, sweet pea?” She asks.
“I don’t want to be replaced,” he whispers. Blaine glances at Kurt again, whose eyes are starting to well with tears, and he just knows that Parker is their last baby. He’d had a hunch before, but he’s convinced now. “I’m your favorite boy.”
“Of course you are,” Zoey coos. “Both you and Maddie, and Papa and Daddy, you guys will always be my favorite people, okay?”
Parker nods and wipes his watery eyes, sniffling a little as he pulls away from Zoey’s hug. “Okay,” he says, and Blaine lets out a breath of relief that the perk is back in his voice. “In that case, I guess I do like him.”
Blaine laughs and pulls Kurt closer to him, watching as Zoey hugs Parker again and reaches out and forcefully drags Maddie in.
“We’re doing something right,” Kurt whispers into his ear.
“Yeah,” Blaine says, watching as they laugh at something Parker said. “We really are.”
~~~~
Authors Note:
Basically, what I realized while writing this is I really freaking love this little family I created. So I'm going to make it into a little 'verse, which I will appropriately tag as 'fic: doing something right'. I also will take prompts, so if you have any, send them to my ask and I'll try and get around to most of them. They can range anywhere from pre-Zoey to after this installment, I honestly don't care. Just send them my way, and I'll try and get around to them!
Based off of spoilers we got awhile ago for episode 4x18: Shooting Star. So yes, this has spoiler speculation, even though it’s really just how I think the characters will react to the situation.
~2,400 words
Kurt hums as he puts his toothbrush back in the little cup by the sink, quickly fishing his phone out of his pocket when he feels it vibrating.
He’s having a good day. A great one, actually. It isn’t raining, for once, and Rachel and Santana are both out of the loft for a few hours, which means he is alone and its quiet and it’s just a good day.
Kurt grins when he sees his dad’s face lit up on the screen, and he quickly presses the green button before the call ends.
“Dad, hi,” Kurt says, grin still plastered on his face as he bounces on his toes a little. There’s silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, causing Kurt to pause and look at the wall in confusion. “Um, are you there?”
“Yeah, yeah, bud, I’m here.” His voice sounds tired and strained, like it does when he’s had a long day, or when he’s worried about his health, or when he’s worrying about Kurt, and just like that, Kurt’s good mood vanishes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice slipping a few octaves, because he can feel that something is wrong.
“You – you should turn on the news, bud.”
“Another school shooting occurred in Lima, Ohio at McKinley today around 1 P.M. Details about injuries are currently withheld, but sources say …”
Kurt mutes the TV, and he can feel his eyes watering, the lump in his throat returns, and the only thing coursing through Kurt’s head is Blaine, and god, what if Blaine was shot, what if he’s dead, what if he dies and never knows that Kurt still loves him and what if he never gets the chance to tell Blaine that he’s ready, that they’re okay and that he still loves him and that he wants him and wants to spend forever with him and, fuck, what if Blaine is dead –
“Kurt, are you still there?”
His dad’s voice snaps Kurt out of his panic, and with a whoosh of breath, Kurt tries to calm his breathing. “Is – are they – is everyone okay?”
“I don’t know anything more than you do, kid,” Kurt hears Burt exhale. “Finn was here, and the only other connection I have is Blaine –”
Kurt feels his heart clench, and he knows that his dad realizes that he shouldn’t have mentioned Blaine.
“Kid, I’m sure he’s fine,” Burt says slowly after a few moments.
“You don’t know that,” Kurt whispers into the phone, already moving to his bedroom and starting to pack a duffle bag. Somewhere between hearing Blaine’s name and now, Kurt decided that he needed to go to Lima. “You just said you didn’t know anything.”
“I know, Kurt, but you can’t jump to conclusions –”
“I’m going to book the next flight,” Kurt interrupts him, and he can feel the tears streaking down his cheeks now. “I – I need to – he has to be alright, Dad, he can’t be – what if he –”
“Kurt, alright, calm down.” Burt pauses, and Kurt hears him take another deep breath. He knows that his dad is worried about Blaine, too, he can tell by the slight pitch in his own voice, and that really does nothing to help Kurt with his own panic. “Don’t jump to any conclusions until you’re here, okay? Get on your plane and I’ll try and contact someone over at the school, and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Okay,” Kurt whispers, pulling his iPad out and quickly searching for the next plane to Ohio. “I’ll text you what time my flight lands.”
He hangs up a few seconds later, quickly texts Rachel and Santana what happened, because even if they aren’t as involved in McKinley as he is, they still would want to know if something like this happened, and, god, he can’t believe this happened at McKinley, in the middle of Ohio of all places.
Kurt all but runs out of the apartment building, and by the time he’s seated on the plane, he feels an eerie sense of calm wash over him. It’s almost numb, the feeling. He doesn’t know what to think, he tries to remember what his dad said, about how he shouldn’t panic until they know everything for sure, but he’s going to be cut off from any contact for a few hours and what if something happens in those few hours, what if his dad finds out that Blaine was shot, or that Blaine died, and Kurt won’t know, he won’t find out until he lands and he’ll walk off the plane and sees his dad’s distraught face and then – then he’ll know, and it will be horrible, and –
Kurt takes a shuddery breath and fishes his headphones out of his bag. So much for not letting your mind jump to conclusions, Hummel, he thinks.
And to think that this started out as a good day, when it now has potential to be one of the worst days of his life.
By the time his plane lands, Kurt pushes his way through the other passengers, his heart thrumming as he runs off of the terminal and frantically searches for his dad. When he sees him waving his hand at Kurt, he rushes over, his eyes wide and searching even before he can hug him.
“Did you hear anything? Is everyone okay? Is –”
“I haven’t been able to contact the school,” Burt says, interrupting Kurt’s stream of questions. “And – and Blaine’s not answering his phone.”
Kurt feels his heart clench again, and he lets out a small whimper as Burt wraps a strong arm around his shoulders.
“Come on,” he murmurs, leading Kurt out of the airport. “We’ll wait for any news at home. Finn went to see if – if Blaine was at his house, so we’ll have some news soon.”
Kurt bites his lip and nods. He’s silent the rest of the ride home, just staring at his phone, willing it to ring and tell him that Blaine called, or that he sent Kurt a text, something, anything that would tell him that Blaine is okay and that he hasn’t lost his chance, that he hasn’t been completely stupid and wasted all this time, even though he has, god, he’s wasted so much time, and now it might be too late, he may not have another chance and this could be it, he and Blaine could really, truly be over, Blaine may not even be alive right now and Kurt doesn’t know –
And, just like that, Kurt’s phone vibrates once in his hand. He opens the message quicker than he ever has before, reading the message from Finn several times before he fully comprehends what it says.
Come 2 Blaine’s house
“Dad,” Kurt breathes, and he feels his eyes watering. This is something, this is good, because if Finn’s telling him to go to Blaine’s house, then Blaine is probably there, which means he’s fine and, god, Kurt wants to cry again. “Finn says to go to Blaine’s house.”
Kurt sees his father deflate, all the pent up tension he’d been holding washing out of him at Kurt’s words. Kurt sometimes forgets that Burt loves Blaine almost like he’s his own son.
Blaine’s house isn’t far from the airport, and by the time they get there, Kurt’s whole body is shaking, and all he can think is Blaine Blaine Blaine please please please be okay Blaine please.
Burt stops the car, and Kurt opens his door and sprints to the house in mere seconds. His whole body is thrumming as he knocks on the front door, and then it’s opening and Finn is standing there, tall and hulking and looking so, so tired. Kurt doesn’t know what to make of that, Finn never looks worn out, and oh god, what if that’s bad, what if Kurt’s here because everyone’s mourning with Blaine’s parents, what if –
“Come on,” Finn says, his voice soft and quieter than Kurt’s ever heard it. “They’re in the living room.”
Kurt has no idea who the ‘they’ Finn is referring to are, but he follows anyway.
And then, as soon as they round the corner into the living room, Kurt stops, and the dam he’s been trying so hard to hold in for the past few hours finally bursts.
Sam and Tina are sitting on the couch, their faces tired and tear stained as they glance up at Kurt. They looked shocked for a moment, but then realization crosses over their features as they glance back down to the lump of another person between them.
Blaine.
Blaine is curled up under a pile of blankets, his head on a pillow in Tina’s lap as she gently strokes his hair. Sam is sitting at the other end by Blaine’s feet, his eyes staring at the coffee table in front of them. He looks up and meets Kurt’s eye, and then he’s standing up, patting Blaine’s legs gently and motioning to Tina with his head, signaling for her to follow him into the kitchen.
Tina stands up, and a small whimper sounds from within Blaine’s lump of blankets. Kurt’s heart clenches again, and he feels the tears start streaking down his cheeks even quicker now, because Blaine is there, and he’s obviously not okay, but he’s alive and he’s breathing.
“Shh,” Tina whispers, stroking Blaine’s hair one more time as she walks over to Kurt. “I’ll be right in the kitchen, honey.”
Blaine makes another little noise, but he doesn’t move. Tina walks up to Kurt, and he gives her a short hug before she follows Sam into the kitchen.
“He was the first one the shooter tried to aim at,” she whispers to Kurt as she pulls away from him. “He’s a little shaken up, but otherwise, he’s fine. Everyone else is fine, too, since I know you’ll ask once you’re sure he’s okay.”
Kurt lets out a soft laugh, which must be louder than Kurt originally thought, because Blaine’s head pops up out of his blanket cocoon. His eyes are red rimmed, and it looks like he already washed the gel out of his hair, because his curls are sticking up everywhere. He looks so, so young, so vulnerable, and Kurt wants to cry even harder. How could anyone hurt Blaine, his Blaine, his precious, innocent Blaine who wants nothing more than for everyone to love him?
“Kurt,” Blaine breathes, his eyes welling up with tears again. “You – I – why are you –”
Kurt rushes to sit next to Blaine, pulling him into his arms and rubbing his hands all over his face, his arms, his chest, making sure he’s all there and that he’s whole and safe. He whimpers against Blaine’s shoulder and holds him close, so close to his own body, never wanting to let him go.
He plants soft kisses to every inch of Blaine’s face, his tears mingling with Blaine’s on his cheek.
“Why –” Blaine sniffs again and tries to pull away from Kurt, but Kurt just clings to him harder. “Kurt, I’m fine, I’m –”
“I thought you were dead,” Kurt whispers. “I thought you were dead and that I’d never get to – that I’d never get the chance to tell you that …” Kurt trails off and takes a deep breath.
Blaine either doesn’t notice his unfinished sentence, or he chooses to ignore it. “Hey,” he whispers as he strokes the tears out of Kurt’s eyes. “I’m fine, angel. See? Not even a scratch.”
“I love you,” Kurt all but squeaks. “I – I’m sorry I wasted so much time, I’m sorry, Blaine, I didn’t know that – ”
Kurt is cut off by Blaine’s soft lips on his, the kiss wet and salty from their combined tears.
Kurt whimpers a little when they pull apart, tugging Blaine further into his arms and holding him even closer.
“Please don’t tell me I’m too late,” Kurt whispers as Blaine’s hands smooth up and down his back. “I don’t think my emotions could handle that right now.”
Blaine laughs and pulls his head back, ducking a little to catch Kurt’s eyes. “Kurt,” he murmurs, his voice almost cooing over his name, “I’ve been waiting for this since the wedding, remember?” He whispers. “Nothing’s changed since then.”
Kurt sniffs once and then resumes kissing all over Blaine’s face, whispering “I’m sorry” and “I love you” and “I’m so glad you’re okay” against his skin.
“Don’t ever scare me like this again,” Kurt whispers as Blaine leans in to capture his lips again.
“I promise,” Blaine murmurs, rubbing the soft hairs at the back of Kurt’s neck. “Never again.”
After their lips are swollen from kissing, Kurt eventually pulls away. “My dad was just as worried as I was,” he says, the load he’d been carrying since the phone call finally lifting from his shoulders. “You should go and see him.”
Blaine nods and plants another kiss to Kurt’s lips. He tries to stand up, but Kurt decided a few seconds ago that he wasn’t going to let Blaine go anytime soon in the near future.
“Okay,” Blaine laughs as he maneuvers Kurt behind him, where Kurt instantly leeches onto him and wraps his arms around Blaine’s waist. “I’ll take the awkwardness this position will cause in front of your dad just this once, given the circumstances.”
Kurt laughs and kisses the skin on the back of Blaine’s neck, fully intending on being Blaine’s own personal koala until he has to return to New York.
Reneh got a prompt that she felt like she couldn't quite do justice, so I went ahead and offered to write it for her. Prompt: badboy!blaine; blaine is new to wmh and becomes besotted with kurt after hearing the countertenor sing (i'd love it if blaine and santana were cousins and miss lopez teased blaine about his crush)
Blaine grunted as he slid off his leather jacket and sank into the choir room seats, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring as Santana walked into the room. He didn’t know why he had let her persuade him into joining the glee club, but he already knew it was probably the worst decision he would make this school year. And he wasn’t even through his first day at McKinley.
“Oh cheer up, Anderson,” Santana said as she sat down next to him and shoved his shoulder gently. “You could at least pretend to not be such an ass all the time.”
Blaine grunted again and narrowed his eyes even more at her.
“Besides,” she went on as she crossed her legs and folded her hands over her lap. “I’m pretty sure you’ll see something you like in a few minutes.”
Santana hummed and nudged Blaine again. “Kurt Hummel,” she whispered into his ear. “You can thank me later.”
Blaine hated feeling like this, he hated letting his emotions get out of his control, but as the boy – Kurt – got closer, Blaine felt his heart thumping in his chest. “Fucking,” he swore to himself, adjusting his eyebrow piercing and glaring at his feet.
As everyone began to warm up, Blaine groaned again. He hated noise. He fucking hated it.
But then, above all the other voice, a smooth, crisp voice sounded, high and angelic. Blaine lifted his head up and turned to face the rest of the room, his eyes widening as they landed on what he was pretty sure was the source of that beautiful noise.
Kurt was singing with his eyes closed, ignoring the way the girl with the long brown hair and the screechy voice was poking him in the side.
And then, just like that, he laughed, and his voice was gone, only to be replaced by a high, tinkling laugh.
Well fuck. Blaine dropped his head into his hands and groaned again. He was completely screwed over.
***
“Ok, look, Anderson,” Santana said as she caught up to him in the middle of the hallway. “It’s been three weeks. Either you do something about your hideous little crush on Hummel, or I’ll do something for you.”
Blaine glared at her and kept walking.
“Oh, I’m serious,” she went on. “Don’t underestimate me.”
“I could never,” Blaine said. “Really, how could I ever doubt your heartless skills of being a bitch?”
“Ha, good one,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “But seriously. Your crush is pathetic.”
“I don’t have a crush on him,” Blaine said.
“Right,” Santana scoffed. “That’s why you just stare at his ass all day. And why you make your hair even messier when he’s around. Or why you fiddle with one of your millions of piercings whenever he so much as glances in your direction.”
“Santana,” Blaine sighed. “Please, just –”
“Well maybe this will persuade you to do something,” she interrupted him. “I heard Berry talking to him the other day that he should stay away from you.”
“And that is supposed to encourage me how exactly?”
Santana grabbed his arm and turned him towards her. “I don’t know why else Kurt would be getting that lecture, unless he mentioned that he was interested in you.”
Blaine stared at her with wide eyes, his face quickly morphing into a glare as she started laughing at him. “Never thought I’d see the day where my badass cousin gets a big, fat, lovey crush on the pretty boy in glee club,” she said, smirking at him before turning to walk down the hallway
“I’m not your cousin,” Blaine protested, calling out after her and following he down the hallway. “We’ve been through this.”
“Whatever,” she called before pausing in the hallway, quickly running back to Blaine and grabbing his arm. “Come with me.”
“Santana –”
“Don’t speak, honestly, your voice just drones on.”
“Seriously –”
Before Blaine could protest again, he was roughly being shoved by Santana into another body, both him and the other person falling to the ground.
“Fuck,” Blaine groaned as he pushed himself up off the person. “She’s such a fucking piece of shit.”
“Um.”
Blaine’s eyes widened at the voice, and he really fucking wanted to murder Santana now. He glanced down at the person he was pushed into, and Kurt’s eyes were wide, his face tinted pink underneath him.
Oh. Right. He was currently lying on top of Kurt.
“I’m – shit – I don’t – I didn’t –”
“It’s, um, it’s fine,” Kurt said as he squirms under Blaine, and right, he should really get up.
Blaine quickly pushed himself up off of Kurt and held out his hand. “Here,” Blaine said, helping him up once Kurt’s hand was in his own. “I don’t – Santana is – she’s – she’s –”
“I know how she works,” Kurt said, his cheeks still glowing with color. “It’s fine. I – I know you didn’t mean to.”
Blaine runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling. He wants to apologize, he should apologize, but he just – he doesn’t apologize. To anyone. It isn’t what he does.
Blaine glanced at Kurt again, and he notices an now empty coffee cup on the ground, the contents having been dumped on Kurt’s shirt.
“Shit,” Blaine said, stripping off his leather jacket without thinking and holding it out to Kurt. “Here. You can. Um. Cover it up. If you want.”
Kurt blushed again and bit his lower lip, and Christ, Blaine wanted to do that, he wanted to trace Kurt’s lips with his tongue and bite them and bite his neck and lick him everywhere –
“Thank you,” Kurt said softly, snapping Blaine out of his very inappropriate reverie.
“Yeah, um, I mean yes. You’re welcome.”
Blaine shuffled his feet beneath him and opened his mouth to say something before quickly closing it and turning to walk away.
“Blaine!”
Blaine turned back around as Kurt rushed up to him. “Do you, um, maybe want to go get coffee tomorrow? I can give you back your jacket.”
Blaine grinned and nodded. “Sure thing, babe.” And, ah, yes, there’s Blaine’s cocky confidence that he’d previously lacked whenever he was around Kurt.
“Ok,” Kurt nodded, his cheeks now deep red. “I’ll, um, see you tomorrow.” He quickly leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine’s cheek before running off down the hall.
And, no, Blaine most certainly didn’t let out a whoop, nor did he yell “fuck yes” into his phone at Santana when she called a few seconds later.
