*Characters etc are not mine
Little Bit
She was born on December 24th, their own little Christmas miracle.
They named her Elizabeth, after Kurt's mom.
Blaine loved holding her, cuddling her, kissing her, playing with her tiny fingers and toes, watching her tiny eyes open and close.
She was perfectly healthy, but she was so small.
As she grew up she remained small, shorter and more petite than most of the other girls her age. Blaine loved it. It made it easier to scoop her up and cradle her, easier to give her rides on his shoulders, easier to rock her to sleep as her tiny body pooled in his lap.
As she started talking she attempted to master the pronunciation of her own name.
"Eee-liz-a-beth," Kurt would say over and over and over again. She was used to the sound of it, looking up at Kurt expectantly like a puppy told he was getting a treat. Kurt would giggle before trying again while Blaine watched them with a warm smile.
Months later, she'd managed most words and was perfectly capable of expressing herself to her fathers, but had yet to say her own name.
Kurt and Blaine sat with her on the floor placing family pictures into frames together.
"Who's that?" Blaine would ask animatedly, holding out the frame to her and pointing at the large black and white portrait that showed her wide smile and her crinkling eyes.
"Is that, EEE-LIZ-A-BETH?" Kurt would ask in a droll tone, grabbing her tiny fingers and pointing them at that the portrait. She didn't answer expect for a smile and a chuckle and Kurt and Blaine went back to framing.
"-littlebit." Kurt's head snapped up.
"Blaine did you hear-"
"-littlebit."
"Did she just say-?"
"I think she did." Blaine held up the portrait again and pointed at his daughter's smiling face. "Elizabeth, who's that?" She pointed to herself. "What's your name, sweetie?" She sat silently for a moment and neither Kurt nor Blaine chanced a breath.
"-littlebit." Kurt laughed and swooped her up into his arms as she squealed with excitement.
"Close enough," he chuckled.
"I like it," Blaine said, standing. "Little Bit. It's cute."
"It's perfect," Kurt sighed, pecking her on the forehead.
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"Which one is she? Kurt, I can't see her."
"She's the one in the, uh, white robe."
Blaine snorted. "Thanks, honey," he chuckled, turning back to look through the sea of white robes that somewhere within, held his only daughter.
"Blaine, sit down, you'll see her when she get's onstage. She's probably hidden behind some hulk of a football player or something."
Blaine and Kurt sat forward, hands clasped and squeezing as "Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson" was called to the stage to make her valedictorian speech and collect her diploma. They laughed quietly as the six and a half foot tall principal bent just slightly at the waist in order to more easily shake her tiny hand.
Later she ran at them, tackle hugging Blaine and wrapping her short legs around his waist and winding her arms around his neck before burrowing her face in it. Kurt rubbed her back.
"I did it," she panted into his ear. Both of her fathers planted kisses on her forehead and cheeks.
"We're so proud of you, Little Bit. So proud," Blaine whispered back.