So sometimes I get ideas that I don't want to make into full stories at the time but really want to write about, so I'm going to use this oneshot/drabble fic as a kind of outlet to let me vent all my random Klaine into. Some will be shorter, some longer, but hopefully somebody out there in the World Wide Web will read them
Blaine sighed and put his phone down on the kitchen side, ear still ringing from the sound of the angry teenage girl on the other end of the line. He scratched the back of his neck, then wondered into the lounge and sat down on the sofa, randomly flicking through TV channels. He quickly realised that there was nothing interesting on, so settled for a music channel and reached over to the coffee table to pick up his Sudoku puzzle book, a pen, and his reading glasses. He still owned his chunky 'nerd' specs from when he was in High School, much to his family's embarrassment.
Blaine let the monotony and mild entertainment of the quiet music and Sudoku cloud his mind into a dull stupor, until he heard a key turn in the lock of the front door, then a cheerful voice ring out into the house.
"Blaine! Blaine? I'm home honey!" Blaine smiled, closing the book and putting it down on the sofa beside him. "Blaine?" The voice called out again, and this time it was accompanied by a person. The owner of the voice just happened to be the most talented, beautiful, kind, funny, brave, and loving person that Blaine knew. A person that he loved more than anyone and anything else, a person in whom he could confide anything and not be judged, and equally could listen to the problems of and offer support. A person who Blaine had been married to for almost nineteen happy years.
A person called Kurt Hummel.
"Kurt! You're home early!" Blaine grinned and stood up from the sofa, walking a few steps to take his husband into a tight embrace. They stood there, holding each other tight and basking in the rightness of being there, until Blaine sighed and pulled away slightly. Kurt kept his arms around Blaine's waist, and pouted up at him. Keeping his eyes trained on Blaine's hazel orbs from beneath his eyelashes, Kurt spoke again whilst rubbing comforting circles on Blaine's lower back.
"Blaine, honey, what's wrong?" Kurt tilted his head and searched his husband's eyes. Blaine just sighed and wriggled out from Kurt's grasp, walking back over to the sofa and slumping down in it. "Blaine. Tell me. I can tell something's up, usually you'd be all over me if I was home an hour early, and… Is that your Sudoku book? You only do Sudoku when you want to take your mind off of something. So what is it?"
As Kurt took a seat next to Blaine and wrapped his arms around Blaine, Blaine sighed in submission and snuggled into Kurt's side. "It's Maddy…"
"What, is something wrong with her?"
"No, nothing like that. We just had an argument. She has a date tonight." Blaine said the last part quietly, and Kurt detected a hint of bitterness and sadness laced into Blaine's usually smooth-as-honey voice.
"… A date? Is that a bad thing?" Kurt was struggling to see the problem with the situation.
"Yes Kurt! She is fifteen years old! She shouldn't be going out with boys at her age!"
"What, so, what you're saying is you want her to go out with girls instead?" Kurt raised a slender eyebrow and squeezed Blaine lightly in a joking manner.
"Kurt, you know that's not what I mean… I just think that she's a bit young to be doing that kind of thing. I certainly didn't go out on dates when I was that young, and I turned out fine!" Blaine was clearly very distressed by this, and Kurt had to bite his lip to hold back a chuckle.
"Fine? You only turned out fine huh?"
Blaine actually smiled a little at this. "Okay, I turned out to be amazingly lucky, with a beautiful husband. But that isn't the point you should be focusing on! What are we going to do about Maddy?"
"Blaine, we don't need to do anything about it at all. Madison is perfectly capable of looking after herself, and I'm sure that we've raised her well enough to pick a decent guy to go out with! If I know Maddy, he'll be a real gentleman."
"I'm not sure Kurt… Haven't you noticed how distant she's being lately? And how she's started wearing make up and shorter skirts… I think we have a rebellion on our hands. I wouldn't be surprised if she brought home some… Noah Puckerman-ish character." Blaine sat up slightly and turned to face Kurt directly. Kurt almost laughed, but when he noticed the serious expression on his husband's face, he straightened his face once more.
"Blaine. Honey. I can see where you're coming from, really I can, but I think you just need to sit back and ride this one out. You know that if you stop Maddy from doing these things and finding out the consequences for herself, she'll just be even more driven to rebel and prove her independence. The best thing to do is let her do it while she's young and generally around younger people. Surely that's better than locking her away until she's twenty one, then letting her loose when she has no street smarts whatsoever and finds herself in a rough club drinking way too much alcohol and getting advances from a ton of rowdy drunks?" Kurt raised his eyebrows in expectance at Blaine, who was chewing his lip and appeared to be in deep thought.
"I guess so… I just don't want to think of her dating… Our little Madison. All grown up." Blaine sighed and laid back against Kurt's chest once more.
"I know what you mean," Kurt said quietly, reaching a hand up to stroke Blaine's curls absentmindedly, "It feels like only yesterday that we were asking Rachel to be our surrogate… Then waiting for what felt like hours in that hospital reception for Maddy to be born…"
Blaine joined in the reminiscing, both men gazing out into nothing as they thought of their sweet little girl, who perhaps wasn't so little anymore. "And then we saw her for the first time, with all those dark curls from the day she was born. I guess it was obvious right from the start whose sperm had won the race, huh?" Kurt had to chuckle at that last part. Blaine and Kurt had mixed their semen so they didn't know who the biological father was, but it was pretty obvious that it was Blaine. Madison was short, and slender, with long dark curls down her back. Her eyebrows were definitely Blaine's; cute little triangles perched above her shiny hazel eyes. You could see Rachel in her too; Maddy's nose was quite prominent, but she had learnt to love it, and she had the same drive and determination that Rachel did. Only, Maddy's dream was not to become a Broadway legend, but instead a dancer. She practised for hours and hours, taking classes in Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Ballroom, Contemporary… Everything. And she was very good at it, too.
Of course with parents like Blaine and Rachel, Madison had amazing vocal talents too. It wasn't and had never been her dream to be a singer, but she probably had enough talent to succeed. "And remember the first time she sang for us… She put on that little show in the dining room, and made us and her vast teddy bear collection come and watch her."
Kurt smiled at this fond memory. "But Blaine, she really is the same girl. She's just finding her way. And you know you have to let her go someday." At this Blaine just made a disappointed noise and snuggled closer to Kurt. "But do you want to know a secret?" Kurt grinned and leaned down to whisper in Blaine's ear, "I think it is adorable of you to be so reluctant to let her go." He pressed his lips to his husband's cheek, who turned and captured Kurt's lips with his own instead.
The two men lay on the sofa cuddling and kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other for a while more, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, despite having had no dinner.
When Maddy arrived home later that evening, at precisely nine thirty, she was about to gloat to her over-protective papa about meeting her curfew and how her date, Josh, was perfectly sweet and kind to her. But, she couldn't do this because she walked into the lounge to find her papa and daddy curled up on the sofa fast asleep. They both had smiles on their faces and looked completely comfortable in each other's arms. Maddy kissed them both on the forehead lightly, before tucking a woolly blanket around their shoulders.
She went upstairs to get ready for bed, thinking to herself that one day, she would like to find a true love just like her fathers had.