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.
Alarm (A 4x18 Spoiler Reaction Fic)
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.”
Fic: A Little Flustered
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.”
