“Not again” Kurt groaned softly and rolled over, pulling the pillow over his ears. “It’s 6am...”
“At least she’s not signing ‘Tomorrow’ or ‘Hard Knocked Life’ again” Blaine chuckled and rubbed his husband’s back gently kissing his shoulder as he got out of bed. Clearly it was his turn to deal with the early morning ‘Annie’ rehearsal considering Kurt was doing everything in his power to dampen the sound of their eight year old daughter’s singing and dancing.
“But she’s got her tap shoes on...”
“You bought them for her and put her in dance lessons when she was 3...”
“Irrelevant” Kurt chuckled and peeked from under his pillow. Blaine simply shook his head with a smile as he pulled on his slippers.
A natural performer like her two fathers’, Lucy Hummel-Anderson loved to sing and dance and was actually quite good for her age. Kurt always put the little girl’s talent down to her incredible Anderson DNA. Born through a surrogate, Lucy’s biological father was Blaine with a donor egg. The young couple wouldn’t have minded adopting but when the opportunity to have a child possessing one of their DNA, they took it. Blaine always promised Kurt that their second child would be biologically his but Lucy was enough for them once she came along. Both Blaine and Kurt adored that little girl more than anything in the world.
Descending the stairs still half asleep, Blaine smiled as he saw his daughter sitting on the bottom step taking off her tap shoes “Good Morning Princess” he smiled as he sat down next to Lucy.
“Good Morning Daddy”
“You’re up early...”
“I’m still trying to pick what song to sing for the show” she sighed softly and rested her chin on her knees.
Lucy’s very musical theatre orientated third grade teacher thought for their annual performance that all the students in her class could get up on stage and sing their favourite songs. To make it a little less daunting for an eight year old to get up on stage alone, they were asked to pick a family member to perform with them. With two Broadway performers for fathers, Lucy seemed to have the hardest decision of anyone in her class just picking who to sing beside her let alone what song to sing.
“I know you can sing every Annie song in your sleep so how about ‘I Don’t Need Anything But You’? It’s already a duet...”
“I don’t know it as well as the others, can you help me?”
“Of course I can Princess” Blaine smiled standing up and extending his hand out to his little girl “How about we practice while I cook some pancakes for breakfast? The sweet smell might get your sleepy head Dad out of bed”
Blaine led Lucy through to the kitchen and watched as she sat up on the stool before he started making the pancake batter. It had always been a Sunday morning tradition to make pancakes as a family especially when they weren’t the most conventional family on the block.
The father and daughter sang in perfect harmony as Blaine flipped the pancakes and Lucy folded the napkins. Stopping and laughing if one forgot the words; the pair almost had the whole song down pat by the time Kurt emerged fully dressed.
“What smells so good and what sounds even better?” he smiled and kissed Lucy’s forehead softly before sitting on the stool beside her.
“That would be Dad’s yummy pancakes”
“And Lucy’s beautiful singing” Blaine chuckled and set a plate of pancakes down in front of his husband “I was just helping Luce pick a song for her show next weekend. She’ll make the perfect Annie”
“And you’d be the best Oliver Warbucks” Kurt smiled “You’ll both bring the house down at the show” As much as he’d love to sing with his little girl, Blaine and Lucy just sang that song so well together. Knowing Lucy, there would be plenty more opportunities to perform together.
“We were just messing around trying to find the perfect song...”
“And you found it. I’ll be there in the front row with the camera at the ready”
“You’re not upset if Dad sings with me?” Lucy asked softly as she looked up from her pancakes. She’d had her head down since Kurt entered the kitchen because she didn’t want to choose one father over the other in the case they were hurt.
“Of course not Honey Bear” he smiled and wrapped his arm around Lucy’s shoulders “You will be the stars of the show next weekend and I am so proud to have two very talented people in my life”
“Thankyou” Lucy whispered up at Kurt. She was worried about hurting his feelings the most, he’d always been the sensitive one.
“You’re only allowed to perform with your father if you let me make you a cute little red dress”
“Deal” the eight year old giggled and took a bite of her pancakes “With sparkles?”
“Would we have it any other way?”
“No” Blaine laughed
After a few more bites of her breakfast, Lucy gulped down her milk “May I please be excused?”
“Only if you don’t play your Annie DVD too loud” Kurt chuckled and watched his daughter race off to the living room to watch the same DVD that had been played every day for the last month. Blaine couldn’t help but laugh softly at Lucy and her predictability. Making his way to the other side of the kitchen bench, Blaine took the seat his daughter had just vacated. He rested his hand on Kurt’s knee silently asking his husband if he was ok.
“You two sing so beautifully together” Kurt smiled weakly
“You would sing just as wonderfully with her” Blaine insisted and turned toward his husband. Kurt was the more sensitive of the pair and he was definitely the type to suppress his emotions especially around Lucy “If you’d like to sing with Lucy you can”
“I’ll sing with her next time. This time you are going to get up on that stage and make her night absolutely perfect”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive”
“Kurt?”
“I’m positive” he smiled and leant in kissing Blaine softly “I appreciate your concern but you should be worrying more about the show and less about me. I’m just proud Lucy’s getting up there and singing. I’ve been scared since the day she was born that she’d be into sports and not singing”
“Lucy has had strong lungs since day one; she’s always been destined to sing as beautifully as you” Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt closer “Do you remember the first night we brought her home? The neighbours complained all night because we couldn’t get her to stop crying”
“Only to find out she was uncomfortable because the blanket she was wrapped in was too tight” Kurt laughed remembering that first panic filled night with Lucy. Once they figured out what was wrong with the week old baby girl, she slept quite soundly for a couple hours at least. Those first few weeks were the scariest of the young couple’s lives but they wouldn’t have traded it for anything.
“But since then you’ve never had to be scared that she wouldn’t live on a stage. She is your little girl Kurt...”
“That’s true” he chuckled “She wouldn’t be ours if singing was her second language”