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Title: Daddy Material
Pair: Klaine, Finncedes
Includes: Fluffies
Word Count: 1576
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go to the theater. Blaine tames some wild chirren. Finn doesn’t know that the Down Low is. Kurt gets clucky.
As the theatre lobby started to fill with people, Kurt and Blaine headed over to the red, plush loveseat to wait for their friends. Blaine started to hum along to the music playing over the sound system as Kurt checked to see that his hair was in place.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” A couple of little boys, maybe four and six, screamed, running on a circuit around the lobby. Kurt frowned at them. Their mother was rubbing her eyes and sat down in exhaustion.
“Oh, my God! Girl! That outfit!” Kurt sprung up and ran over to Mercedes, who had just entered the lobby wearing a snug, low-cut dress in a deep plum.
“Don’t you start with me!” she said, holding up a finger and pursing her lips.
“Start what? You look amazing!” Kurt scanned down her dress, flailed his hands at the shoes, then straightened up and made squeezy hands at her chest. “This is really almost as fabulous as the prom.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Get up off me.” Mercedes waved him off. Blaine covered his mouth as he laughed.
“Can’t. I’m twitter-pated!” He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek against her shoulder.
“Stop flirtin’ with my girlfriend, Kurt,” Finn said as he strolled up to them. His crisp suit with black satin trim sort of screamed “My gay brother picked this out for me,” but next to Mercedes he looked quite nice.
“I may have to help you prevent a sex riot here.” Kurt leaned over and tickled her sides.
Mercedes giggled helplessly, wiggled around, and then returned the favor, causing Kurt to giggle, then jump away.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Is this still secret?” Blaine asked Finn, letting his boyfriend play with his best friend for a bit.
“Yeah.” Finn bobbed his head. “We on the Dooown Low.”
Mercedes shoved Kurt onto the circular seat in the middle of the lobby and side-eyed Finn. “Uh. That is not what that means.”
Neither she nor Finn had wanted to unleash more drama on the club than necessary and had decided to keep their summer lovin’ under wraps for the time being, since Finn and Rachel had blown apart again so quickly, and Sam’s family had moved back to Tennessee to live with his grandparents until they got back on their feet. They had strictly informed Kurt that they were just “checking things out.”
“I’m not sure I’m good at keeping secrets, but I’ll try my hardest,” Blaine promised.
“Even if you slipped, I’m pretty sure the others would never catch on.” Kurt crossed his legs at the knee. “The group can be a little self-involved.”
“Like the Grand Canyon is a little crack,” Mercedes said.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“What is wrong with those kids?” Mercedes demanded, putting her hands on her hips. “God, I hope they shut up for the show.”
“Probably too much soda or something,” Finn said. “When I was that age I bounced off the walls. So does this show have singing or what?”
“Oh, it does.” Kurt clapped his hands together. “I’ve done several of the songs from this show as audition pieces.”
“God, I so wanna see you play Papa Rose someday,” Mercedes said with a laugh. “That would be the best.”
“I would make one scary stage dad.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Ahhh!” Blaine flailed his hands and started to chase the two boys. Their mother looked up at him with a raised brow, but the boys just laughed and ran around and around the lobby with Blaine.
“Oh. Dear.” Kurt tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend high-step running around the room with the kids. “This is why we can’t have children.”
“Cause you’ll always have that extra one?” Mercedes teased.
“Yes.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
The boys hid behind pieces of furniture, while Blaine pretended not to be able to find them, then they would burst out again with another scream. Blaine jumped back as though surprised, then chased them again.
When the lights started to flicker for seating, Blaine grabbed their little hands and returned the tuckered out little terrors to their mother, who had been joined by a middle-aged man. She thanked Blaine. He shook his head and returned to Kurt, a little sweaty, and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s back and leaned on him.
“Aw. Poor baby,” Kurt cooed.
“They’ll be quiet for the show now, probably.” Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt’s shoulder. “As, uh, will I. Probably.”
“Good. I was afraid you were going to run screaming down the aisle and embarrass me.”
“I’m not gonna do that more than once!”
Finn laughed and patted Blaine’s shoulder as they moved to enter the theatre.
“That was nice of you to do,” Kurt whispered.
“Eh. I like kids. They’re great,” Blaine replied.
“Yeah. Kids are cool,” Finn said. “They’re hard, though. Wiggly.”
“I don’t think they’re hard. They have a lot of energy, though.” Blaine took his seat next to Kurt and curled up to him.
Biting his lower lip, Kurt took Blaine’s head onto his shoulder and petted his hair, even though Blaine had gelled it down in some belief that it was more formal to make his curls flat and motionless. Kurt sort of loved whatever Blaine did with his hair, though.
He adored him. Just adored him. And watching Blaine tame those little monsters did things to him. Kurt had noticed how Blaine would gravitate toward any children in the vicinity and become an automatic entertainment machine. He was so clearly minted to be a caretaker that it would be almost criminal to deny him the chance to love a little mini-Warbler or two. Kurt didn’t know how that would work out for them, but where he once had envisioned a future solo, now he could totally see one filled with more and more family.
Finn and Mercedes had gotten giggly all of a sudden, and Kurt looked up at them and flushed, realizing that he had probably giving Blaine a “I wanna have your babies!” look. Blaine’s eyes rolled back at him and he just smiled, warm and sweet.
“Hey. What’s the joke?”
“Me,” Kurt muttered. He pressed a kiss to Blaine’s forehead and sighed. “I just wish I were that good with kids.”
“Pfft.” Blaine reached back to twine his fingers with Kurt’s. “I saw you with Sam’s little brother and sister. When you sat down with Lucy and had that whole conversation with her about her dolls? About all their names, and their adventures, and what they liked for breakfast? I though I was going to die. If I had ovaries, I think they would have exploded.”
Mercedes cackled, then covered her mouth and looked around at the other patrons to see if they’d disturbed anyone. Finn frowned deeply, as though he’d just gotten an unfortunate mental image.
“You think so?” Kurt stroked Blaine’s hair some more, then curled his arm around his chest and patted it as the lights began to dim. He didn’t know how long it was possible to keep on honeymooning, but it felt like he might just keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Blaine forever.
There was a noise a row behind them, and then another clearer and more aggressive noise. Kurt turned his head to see two couples looking down at them angrily. His cheeks grew red again, this time with anger and embarrassment. He turned around and was trying to assess what to do when Finn stood straight up, towering over the seats, and turned to them.
“Uh, excuse me, but this is a theater. You need to shut it, or I’m gonna call the usher,” he said with enough volume that a few people around them startled.
“We haven’t done anything,” one of the men argued.
Kurt guessed him to be in his mid-twenties and his companions to be a little younger. Finn leaned over the seat and said, “I’m sure these folks don’t want you kids clearing your throat over and over at the absolutely boring sight of two people watching a play and not bothering anyone!”
Finn had just recently turned eighteen. Kurt wouldn’t argue that he looked a little older than that, but he was surprised to see him try to pull the ‘age’ card on a couple of twerps here. Kurt raised his brows, and along with Mercedes and Blaine, watched what the group would do.
One of women put her hand on her boyfriend’s chest. “He shouldn’t have done that. There won’t be a problem,” she assured them.
“Mag,” he protested.
“No one wants trouble,” she said quickly. Her friend nodded, and then her friend’s boyfriend joined in.
“Nice to hear it.” Finn dropped back down in his seat. Mercedes was looking at him with a pleased expression. He said, quietly, and in a low, low tone, “Deep man voice!”
Blaine chuckled and reached over to squeeze Kurt’s thigh. Quietly, as the curtain began to rise, he leaned over to Mercedes, “We got ourselves some prime daddy material here, don’t we?”
She put her arm around Finn, tweaked Kurt’s cheek, and grinned in agreement.
Pair: Klaine, Finncedes
Includes: Fluffies
Word Count: 1576
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go to the theater. Blaine tames some wild chirren. Finn doesn’t know that the Down Low is. Kurt gets clucky.
As the theatre lobby started to fill with people, Kurt and Blaine headed over to the red, plush loveseat to wait for their friends. Blaine started to hum along to the music playing over the sound system as Kurt checked to see that his hair was in place.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” A couple of little boys, maybe four and six, screamed, running on a circuit around the lobby. Kurt frowned at them. Their mother was rubbing her eyes and sat down in exhaustion.
“Oh, my God! Girl! That outfit!” Kurt sprung up and ran over to Mercedes, who had just entered the lobby wearing a snug, low-cut dress in a deep plum.
“Don’t you start with me!” she said, holding up a finger and pursing her lips.
“Start what? You look amazing!” Kurt scanned down her dress, flailed his hands at the shoes, then straightened up and made squeezy hands at her chest. “This is really almost as fabulous as the prom.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Get up off me.” Mercedes waved him off. Blaine covered his mouth as he laughed.
“Can’t. I’m twitter-pated!” He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek against her shoulder.
“Stop flirtin’ with my girlfriend, Kurt,” Finn said as he strolled up to them. His crisp suit with black satin trim sort of screamed “My gay brother picked this out for me,” but next to Mercedes he looked quite nice.
“I may have to help you prevent a sex riot here.” Kurt leaned over and tickled her sides.
Mercedes giggled helplessly, wiggled around, and then returned the favor, causing Kurt to giggle, then jump away.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Is this still secret?” Blaine asked Finn, letting his boyfriend play with his best friend for a bit.
“Yeah.” Finn bobbed his head. “We on the Dooown Low.”
Mercedes shoved Kurt onto the circular seat in the middle of the lobby and side-eyed Finn. “Uh. That is not what that means.”
Neither she nor Finn had wanted to unleash more drama on the club than necessary and had decided to keep their summer lovin’ under wraps for the time being, since Finn and Rachel had blown apart again so quickly, and Sam’s family had moved back to Tennessee to live with his grandparents until they got back on their feet. They had strictly informed Kurt that they were just “checking things out.”
“I’m not sure I’m good at keeping secrets, but I’ll try my hardest,” Blaine promised.
“Even if you slipped, I’m pretty sure the others would never catch on.” Kurt crossed his legs at the knee. “The group can be a little self-involved.”
“Like the Grand Canyon is a little crack,” Mercedes said.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“What is wrong with those kids?” Mercedes demanded, putting her hands on her hips. “God, I hope they shut up for the show.”
“Probably too much soda or something,” Finn said. “When I was that age I bounced off the walls. So does this show have singing or what?”
“Oh, it does.” Kurt clapped his hands together. “I’ve done several of the songs from this show as audition pieces.”
“God, I so wanna see you play Papa Rose someday,” Mercedes said with a laugh. “That would be the best.”
“I would make one scary stage dad.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“Ahhh!” Blaine flailed his hands and started to chase the two boys. Their mother looked up at him with a raised brow, but the boys just laughed and ran around and around the lobby with Blaine.
“Oh. Dear.” Kurt tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend high-step running around the room with the kids. “This is why we can’t have children.”
“Cause you’ll always have that extra one?” Mercedes teased.
“Yes.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
The boys hid behind pieces of furniture, while Blaine pretended not to be able to find them, then they would burst out again with another scream. Blaine jumped back as though surprised, then chased them again.
When the lights started to flicker for seating, Blaine grabbed their little hands and returned the tuckered out little terrors to their mother, who had been joined by a middle-aged man. She thanked Blaine. He shook his head and returned to Kurt, a little sweaty, and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s back and leaned on him.
“Aw. Poor baby,” Kurt cooed.
“They’ll be quiet for the show now, probably.” Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt’s shoulder. “As, uh, will I. Probably.”
“Good. I was afraid you were going to run screaming down the aisle and embarrass me.”
“I’m not gonna do that more than once!”
Finn laughed and patted Blaine’s shoulder as they moved to enter the theatre.
“That was nice of you to do,” Kurt whispered.
“Eh. I like kids. They’re great,” Blaine replied.
“Yeah. Kids are cool,” Finn said. “They’re hard, though. Wiggly.”
“I don’t think they’re hard. They have a lot of energy, though.” Blaine took his seat next to Kurt and curled up to him.
Biting his lower lip, Kurt took Blaine’s head onto his shoulder and petted his hair, even though Blaine had gelled it down in some belief that it was more formal to make his curls flat and motionless. Kurt sort of loved whatever Blaine did with his hair, though.
He adored him. Just adored him. And watching Blaine tame those little monsters did things to him. Kurt had noticed how Blaine would gravitate toward any children in the vicinity and become an automatic entertainment machine. He was so clearly minted to be a caretaker that it would be almost criminal to deny him the chance to love a little mini-Warbler or two. Kurt didn’t know how that would work out for them, but where he once had envisioned a future solo, now he could totally see one filled with more and more family.
Finn and Mercedes had gotten giggly all of a sudden, and Kurt looked up at them and flushed, realizing that he had probably giving Blaine a “I wanna have your babies!” look. Blaine’s eyes rolled back at him and he just smiled, warm and sweet.
“Hey. What’s the joke?”
“Me,” Kurt muttered. He pressed a kiss to Blaine’s forehead and sighed. “I just wish I were that good with kids.”
“Pfft.” Blaine reached back to twine his fingers with Kurt’s. “I saw you with Sam’s little brother and sister. When you sat down with Lucy and had that whole conversation with her about her dolls? About all their names, and their adventures, and what they liked for breakfast? I though I was going to die. If I had ovaries, I think they would have exploded.”
Mercedes cackled, then covered her mouth and looked around at the other patrons to see if they’d disturbed anyone. Finn frowned deeply, as though he’d just gotten an unfortunate mental image.
“You think so?” Kurt stroked Blaine’s hair some more, then curled his arm around his chest and patted it as the lights began to dim. He didn’t know how long it was possible to keep on honeymooning, but it felt like he might just keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Blaine forever.
There was a noise a row behind them, and then another clearer and more aggressive noise. Kurt turned his head to see two couples looking down at them angrily. His cheeks grew red again, this time with anger and embarrassment. He turned around and was trying to assess what to do when Finn stood straight up, towering over the seats, and turned to them.
“Uh, excuse me, but this is a theater. You need to shut it, or I’m gonna call the usher,” he said with enough volume that a few people around them startled.
“We haven’t done anything,” one of the men argued.
Kurt guessed him to be in his mid-twenties and his companions to be a little younger. Finn leaned over the seat and said, “I’m sure these folks don’t want you kids clearing your throat over and over at the absolutely boring sight of two people watching a play and not bothering anyone!”
Finn had just recently turned eighteen. Kurt wouldn’t argue that he looked a little older than that, but he was surprised to see him try to pull the ‘age’ card on a couple of twerps here. Kurt raised his brows, and along with Mercedes and Blaine, watched what the group would do.
One of women put her hand on her boyfriend’s chest. “He shouldn’t have done that. There won’t be a problem,” she assured them.
“Mag,” he protested.
“No one wants trouble,” she said quickly. Her friend nodded, and then her friend’s boyfriend joined in.
“Nice to hear it.” Finn dropped back down in his seat. Mercedes was looking at him with a pleased expression. He said, quietly, and in a low, low tone, “Deep man voice!”
Blaine chuckled and reached over to squeeze Kurt’s thigh. Quietly, as the curtain began to rise, he leaned over to Mercedes, “We got ourselves some prime daddy material here, don’t we?”
She put her arm around Finn, tweaked Kurt’s cheek, and grinned in agreement.
