Hey! If you still doing the drabble thing 2 and 43 and 47. I hope it's fine choosing more than one number and klaine
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
47. "No one needs to know.”
It really fits together …
Kurt is not particularly proud of himself.
Well, he doesn’t regret making the decision he made, obviously, because Tracy looks really good with her haircut, but he does regret not keeping Blaine posted on the decision making.
“You did WHAT?”
“I took her to the hairdresser, Blaine, it’s not the–”
“Without waiting for me?!”
Blaine sounds almost hurt over the phone, and that Kurt doesn’t get.
It pains him, sure, but why does Blaine take it so much to heart?
“She kept on crying whenever I would even hold a hairbrush, Blaine,” Kurt argues, petting her shorter curls to keep their daughter peaceful while he solves this crisis.
That he brought on himself, he’s aware, shut up.
“Still, you could have asked me. And how much did you get cut?”
“Well, she has a very trendy, fancy–”
“A little Emma Watson pixie cut.”
“Have you lost your damn mind?!”
Kurt pulls the phone away with a wince and Tracy looks up at him with a curious glance.
“Mind your tone,” Kurt says as calmly as he can, “Trace is right here.”
Blaine sighs over the phone. “Send me a picture.”
This doesn’t bare discussion or delay, and Kurt chooses the lesser of two evils. “I’ll Facetime you.”
The screen lights up, and Blaine’s tired face feels it. Kurt can see that he forces a smile, but there is no hiding the bags under his eyes or the way his skin seems to be stretched to his limits over his cheekbones.
“Hey,” Blaine says, eyes darting downwards towards their daughter. “That’s my baby girl!”
Tracy reaches for the screen enthusiastically, and Blaine mirrors her, brushing his fingers against his side of the screen.
“Hey,” Kurt says softly, and Blaine looks up. “Sorry I didn’t keep you in the loop.”
“It’s okay, she looks adorable. No one needs to know that parenting faux pas,” Blaine replies with a crooked smile. “Besides, you’re the one who’s going to deal with the crazy curls that are going to take over.”
“And I’ll get to make the next big decision without asking you first, deal?”
“Deal,” Kurt replies, faking grumpiness. “I miss you,” he blurts out, the arm he has around Tracy’s middle tightening while she starts sucking on her pinkie and ring fingers.
“I miss you guys too,” Blaine says softly, “so much. But I’ll be back sooner than expected, so there’s that.”
“So there’s that.”
“Baba,” Tracy babbles suddenly, “’ook my bow!”
Blaine giggles, and Kurt can’t help but notice that it’s a little on the sad side of it. “It’s a very pretty bow my darling.”
Tracy wiggles happily in Kurt’s lap, and Kurt buries his nose in her short hair.
“I’ll be home soon, promise.”
“I can’t wait.”