Summary : Kurt never farts. And what you just heard was a frog. Yes. A frog, passing by the living room. {ONE-SHOT; my take on daddy!klaine and their domestic life, and on the missing pieces of it.
Genre : Family/Humor
Rating : K
Warnings : This is completely dumb and outrageously short.
A/N : Okay, first contribution to the Glee and more specifically to the Klaine fandom. May you excuse my issues with the writing and my eventual mistakes, English not being my native language. So this is about Kurt and Blaine, and their little daughter Tracy, and about something that seems to be forgotten in most of daddy!Klaine fics I read. I mean, I often see the sickness issues and the vomiting and stuff, but what about the simple fact that as perfect as they are, they do fart and go to the toilet, IDEK I just came up with this.
Actually the frog thing was something my mom told me and my brothers when we were younger and when she let go a little in front of us.
Anyway. Good first impression on the fandom : the fart OS. ugh
"Daddy ! What was that ?"
"Nothing, sweetie. What are you talking about ?"
Kurt turns around to face his daughter, a small smile playing on his lips as he raises an eyebrow. Tracy frowns and scrunches her nose.
"There was a weird sound. Did you just fart, daddy ?"
He scoffs, patting her hair gently.
"Daddy never farts, sweetie."
She tilts her head on the side, blinking a few times and nodding, taking the new piece of information in. Blaine makes his way in, obviously amused by the situation. Kurt glares at him menacingly but he just chuckles lightly. Their daughter notices him and flails her hands, imitating a grabbing gesture to get his attention. He picks her up and settles her in his arms.
"Papa, Daddy said he never farts !" she exclaims proudly, repeating without stumbling on the words for once.
"Of course he doesn't, it was just a frog passing by. Right, honey ?" he smirks, eyeing his husband knowingly.
"That's right. A frog just made its way into the living room."
Tracy bites her lower lip self-consciously, narrowing her eyes in understanding, then nods eagerly, her attention being quickly caught by a pack of crayons and some sheets left behind on the carpet. Her 'Papa' puts her back down to her own request and she as runs past her parents, Blaine glances towards Kurt, suppressing a laugh. His hand finds place on his waist, pulling him closer. Leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek, he feels Kurt's jaw moving as he talks to their four-year-old, telling her not to make a mess.
"That frog likes to leave a gracious scent on its path, apparently." the shorter man comments with a playful tone.
"Shut up." the other snarls.
"You better lead that frog to the bathroom." he adds with a mocking sneer.
"If you keep up with that attitude I might just lead it right to your face, darling."
"Please don't." Blaine pouts, then pats his husband's butt with a light laugh as the latter walks away, sticking out his tongue.