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Daddy Lessons: Chapter 10


T - Words: 2,195 - Last Updated: Jan 25, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 12/12 - Created: Jan 25, 2012 - Updated: Jan 25, 2012
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Toronto cried at two in the afternoon. Four hours after Kurt had planned to wake up.

“Whoops…” Blaine mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as Kurt swiped Toronto.

“My phone went dead…the alarm didn’t go off.” Kurt said softly, and Blaine automatically moved to grab Kurt’s charger, hooking the phone up.

“Thanks.”

“Do you still want to go shopping?” Blaine asked, scooting to the end of the bed.

Kurt looked at the time again. “Nah, it’s okay. We can just grab a snack downstairs and watch TV until five.”

Blaine nodded, collecting a doona and all of Toronto’s things and taking them downstairs with him. Kurt raised an eyebrow, following him to the couch. He wrapped himself in the doona, making a place for Kurt to lean against him.

Kurt chuckled, grabbing some potato chips from the table and settling between Blaine’s legs, leaning against his chest as Blaine found the remote, and tucked the doona around him.

They sat in sleepy contentment for a while, neither paying much attention to the movie. Blaine got up and fetched them some drinks about halfway through, cuddling back into Kurt’s side when he came back. He put his head on Kurt’s shoulder, noticing him flinch.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, it just…hurt when you did that.”

Concerned, Blaine undid a button of Kurt’s shirt and tugged at the collar, exposing his collarbone and the ugly bruise there.

“Babe? How long have you had this bruise here?”

“What bruise?” Blaine poked it experimentally, causing Kurt to cry out in pain.

“Sorry babe.” He said quietly, bending down to kiss the bruise gently in apology. “But how did you get a bruise there?”

“I don’t know.” Blaine pulled away slightly, eyeing it critically.

“Is that the shoulder you burp Tonto on?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I think you managed to give yourself a bruise with Tonto’s head…”

“Oh…”

Smirking slightly, Blaine bent down and started kissing the bruise gently, repeatedly, noticing the way Kurt reacted as he did, relaxing back into the chair, his hand moving to hold Blaine’s.

It was only a few minutes later that they heard the front door slam, and Blaine sighed, moving to cover Kurt’s shoulder back up and untangling them a little, just enough for it to look as though they were being proper.

Burt clomped noisily into the room, stopping to stare at them, frowning.

“Well you boys are sitting a little close.” He said, a little grumpily. Blaine blushed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over his face, conveniently managing to completely bare their legs, causing Burt to relax a little at the proof they weren’t doing anything.

“Dad!” Kurt whined. “It’s not like we’d do anything in front of Tonto anyway.”

“Or at all.” Came Blaine’s muffled voice, so quiet that Kurt barely heard him.

He had to try not to laugh as Burt looked at him steadily.

“Hmm.” He said finally, moving into the kitchen. “You boys better hurry up and get ready. Carole will be here soon, with Finn. She had to go get him from Artie’s house.”

“It doesn’t take that long to get ready.” Kurt said behind his back, and Blaine snorted, peeking out from under the covers.

“Yes you do.”

Kurt biffed him gently on the top of the head, settling back to watch the movie.

“Do you have a tie?” Blaine asked suddenly, and Kurt looked over at him.

“Of course I have a tie. I have several, in fact. Why?”

“I’ve got a button-up shirt, but no tie.”

“Oh!” Kurt grinned. “Yes, very yes.” His eyes lit up. “What’s Toronto going to wear?”

“He could wear his Dalton uniform?” Blaine offered,

“Oh that would be so cute…but…”

“But..?”

“We’re eating out…it’s not exactly formal wear…”

“Oh…” Blaine nodded. “You’re right.”

“Well, I want a shower…can you dress Toronto?” Blaine nodded and pulled himself up from the couches, receiving Toronto so Kurt could get up.

They headed upstairs and Blaine took Toronto to the bed, lying him down as he rummaged through the bags of his clothes.

“This is cute.” Blaine pulled out a pair of pink overalls and put them over Toronto’s white shirt, admiring him.

“No.” The bathroom door opened and Kurt watched Toronto with a horrified expression. “Just…no.”

“Aw, come on.” Blaine grinned. “This is adorable.”

“Blaine, it’s pink.”

“But it’s overalls. Who doesn’t love overalls?”

“I did buy blue denim overalls.”

“Where did these come from then?” Blaine looked pointedly at the bags.

Kurt looked in the bag and sighed. “This is the bag we got from Mrs. Erikson,”

“Oh…” Kurt just shook his head and took Toronto from Blaine.

“Go get dressed. I left the tie on the bathroom sink.”

Blaine nodded and headed into the bathroom with his bag, ready to get changed.

Kurt shook his head again, looking at Toronto.

“Daddy Blaine is never going to dress you again, I promise.” Kurt said softly, kissing him on the forehead gently.

Sorting through his own outfit along with Toronto’s, Kurt stopped for a moment with a grin.

“Hey Blaine!” Kurt called.

“Yeah?” Came the call over the water.

“What colour is your button up?”

“Blue.”

“What shade?”

“Um…light? It’s like, almost grey.” There was a pause. “Why…?”

“No reason babe.”

Quickly stripping the baby, Kurt replaced his outfit with something a little more formal, fitting him with black jeans and a button up baby blue t-shirt. Kurt then replaced his own red shirt with a dark blue one, fitting himself with his grey vest and a black tie.

Blaine emerged a few minutes later, wearing the light blue shirt, tie and black jeans – not noticing the colour swatch they made. Kurt grinned to himself, picking up Toronto.

“Carole back yet?”

“I think so. Come on.”

They headed downstairs to find Carole berating Finn in the kitchen.

“You’re coming. That’s final.”

“But mom, that kid is…”

“It’s made of plastic, Finn. It can’t hurt you.”

“But mom!”

“Look, we’ll ask Kurt and Blaine if they can take a separate car, but you’ll be sitting next to them at dinner, okay?”

Finn gave in with a sad sort of sigh. “Yes mom.”

“Now go get dressed. Red shirt and dress pants. Go.”

“Yes mom…”

Finn met Blaine, Kurt and Toronto at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, cool outfits. You match.”

Blaine looked at the three of them in confusion.

“Hey yeah. Look at that.” He shot a suspicious look at Kurt. “Did you plan this?”

Kurt chuckled. “Maybe.”

As Finn headed up the stairs, Blaine coughed ‘whipped’ into his hand, and Finn shot him an evil look.

“Oh, you boys look so cute!” Carole gushed when she saw them, giggling slightly to herself. “I’ll be down in a second and then we can go.”

Kurt and Blaine nodded with a grin, settling together on the couch. Burt looked uncomfortable in a tuxedo, trying not to wrinkle his suit as he relaxed on the couch.

“I take it Carole put you up to that?” Kurt asked and Burt nodded.

“Why didn’t you guys get told to put on dress pants or something? You’re wearing jeans for god’s sake.” He complained.

Kurt chuckled. “They’re black skinny jeans, dad. We-I have fashion sense, therefore I don’t get told what to wear.”

Burt laughed slightly, standing up as Finn came downstairs in his formal gear.

“Looking good man.” Blaine grinned, and Finn just shot him a glare.

Carole emerged a few minutes later in a dress, and Kurt nodded appreciatively. “Thank god someone in this house knows how to look good.”

“Let’s go!” she called. “Kurt, do you mind following in your car?”

Kurt grinned. “No worries.”

Toronto started crying and Blaine sighed, swiping his sensor as they walked out the door.

^.^

The restaurant was like McDonalds in relation to the one they visited with the Warblers, but it was still beautiful and had a homier touch.

“This is lovely.” Carole commented, looking around.

The waitress showed them a table and they settled down.

Finn and Carole were still arguing as they ordered, Blaine and Kurt pretending to ignore them. Burt finally jumped in, trying to settle the argument once and for all.

“Finn, it’s just a d..” he caught himself, glancing at Kurt’s expectant face. “It’s just a baby Finn.” He finished with a sigh.

“Oh yeah?” Finn argued back, ignoring Carole’s warning glance. “I haven’t seen you hold it!” he said triumphantly.

Burt sighed again.

“Give him here.” He said, holding his arms out to Kurt. Kurt was wide eyed, clutching at Toronto, shaking his head. Blaine placed his hand on his leg, out of sight of Burt.

“It’ll be okay babe.” He whispered quietly. Hesitantly, Kurt held the baby out, placing him gently into Burt’s waiting arms.

“Watch his head!” he reminded him worriedly.

Burt sighed, looking up at Kurt fondly. “I have held a baby before you know.” Burt said teasingly, laughing at how worried he looked.

He looked back at the baby in his arms. “He is pretty lifelike.” He told them, bouncing him gently. “I can see why you’re both so attached. Maybe this was a good unit for you two to do together.” He told them honestly, finally handing the baby back to Kurt.

“See?” he told Finn, finally remembering the argument. “It’s not so bad.”

Finn grumbled under his breath, edging as far away from the baby as he could. Looking in the direction of the kitchen, something he’d been doing since the waitress left five minutes ago, his face brightened.

“Food’s coming guys!”

^.^

By the time they had finished eating, a band was starting to set up on the small stage.

“Oh…” Kurt let out a small breath, realising that there was a dance floor. He tried to catch Blaine’s eye, but Toronto was whimpering again.

Finn, quickly realising that he’d be stuck with the doll if Kurt and Blaine wanted to dance, started to psyche himself up to ask Kurt to dance with him.

It wouldn’t be that weird – it’d be just like the wedding, right? But with strangers…

“Blaine…”

Too late.

Blaine looked up from where he had just started feeding Toronto. “Yeah?”

“Can we go dance?” Kurt looked expectantly at the dance floor.

Blaine saw that Burt had already asked Carole, and they were already dancing.

“What about Toronto?”

Kurt looked at Finn, biting his lower lip. “Finn…”

“No. I don’t want to hold it. What if it cries? God, what if I drop it?”

Kurt placed his hand on Finn’s gently. “Finn…you can leave him in his bassinet if you want…we just need you to call us when he cries. You can pretend he’s not there. Please?”

Finn looked to where Blaine was giving him puppy dog eyes and he heaved a giant sigh.

“Whatever. Give him here, I’m not having him where I can’t see him.”

Kurt let out an excited squeal, lunging forward to envelope Finn in a hug. “Thank you so much.”

“…How do I…?” Finn motioned as if he was already holding it.

Kurt grinned as Blaine placed Toronto in Finn’s arms gently, and Kurt quickly corrected the placement of his arms so he’d be comfortable and still supporting his neck.

“We’ll come over if he cries, okay. Just call us if you need us.” Kurt took Blaine’s hand and led him within calling-distance of the table.

“You gave him up pretty easily.” Blaine said softly, wrapping his arms around Kurt gently.

“I wanted to dance with you.” Kurt said with a smile.

“I could see Finn being a good babysitter one day.” Blaine murmured as they started doing a slow, turning step-shuffle to the band.

Kurt smiled, bending slightly and resting his forehead against Blaine’s.

“This is nice.” Blaine whispered, fighting the urge to see if anyone was looking at them.

When they got there, the place had been empty, but as the night progressed, more and more people showed up. They danced in circles, lost in each other.

A faint crying alerted Kurt, and he snapped his head up, almost smacking foreheads with Blaine as they both turned towards Finn. The boy looked panicked, standing up and calling out for them.

Both hurried over and Kurt got there first, swiping Toronto’s chest and taking the baby off Finn. Blaine patted him on the back.

“You did well.”

Finn looked secretly proud of himself. “It was pretty cool, actually. He started making all these weird breathing noises and I thought he was dying, but he wasn’t.”

Blaine grinned. “He was sleeping.”

“Yeah. He didn’t try to kill me so that was good. But then he started doing this whimpering thing and I started freaking out…but other than that, I think I liked him. ” Kurt grinned at how he had stopped referring to Toronto as ‘it’.

“I’m glad.” Kurt grinned, burping Toronto and wincing when he found his bruise.

“Use the other shoulder babe.” Blaine reminded him and Kurt chuckled.

Burt and Carole returned after the song was over, offering to buy desert. The boys nodded and sat down at their places, content and happy.

“What have you all got planned for tomorrow?” Carole asked as their sundaes were delivered to their table.

“I’ve got football practice tomorrow.”

“Are you going to be home tonight?”

Finn looked over at Toronto fondly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“What about you three?” Burt asked, motioning to Blaine, Kurt and Toronto.

Kurt beamed. “We haven’t really decided.”

“Well…I need to ask a favour of you boys.” Carole said softly.

“Yes…?”

“My car got a flat last night…the tire is busted and I don’t have the time before work to get it fixed. Burt’ll work on it tomorrow, but I wondered if I could drive you to wherever you want to go and then I could borrow your car tomorrow?”

Kurt smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Or I could take you to Blaine’s place to pick up his car?”

Kurt shook his head. “It’ll be okay if you just pick us up and stuff.”

Carole nodded gratefully. “Thank you!”


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