*This is a reupload. I have decided to bring these oneshots back since I now, once again, have a functioning laptop.
This is a future fic that I personally classify as AU but look at it however you want. This also happens to be interracial slash. The love interest is also OC. Sorry to disappoint.
I have an obsession for both interracial relationships and slash. It's smile worthy in my book. If you know of any good online stories, don't be hesitant to rec them to me. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the San Francisco Giants.
Spoiler(s):Slight Mentions of Mpreg. Slightly sexual towards ending.
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Kurt walked into his home particularly late one March evening. He closed the door as quickly as he could in his current predicament and moved to the fireplace in the family room to his left.
His body was chilled from his flawlessly styled head of hair to his delicate feet that were placed in the latest Alexander McQueen leather boots coming from the short path of his studio to his house. While March was considerably warmer than other months such as December or January, it was still colder out than a baby polar bear's bottom.
The house is empty, Kurt noted as he started a traditional fire in the fireplace. He had wanted one of those gas ones that didn't take as much work and upkeep as a real fire place but his husband had not wanted to hear a word of it. And it was hard to go against a two hundred seventy-one pound fullback when he was dead set on something. Brandon Roman was and always will be a stubborn man.
Kurt walked out of the room after he had gotten the fire started with a bit of trouble caused with lugging the heavy logs into the opening. He walked past the grand foyer and kitchen while glancing at the time on the stove.
7:36 looked to be shining in small green digital letters from Kurt's vantage point in the doorway. He walked further into the homey kitchen that had his children's drawings posted on the steel refrigerator and their fathers' day cards from over the past few years posted on a bulletin board beside the fridge. A hot pink sticky note caught his attention on the cluttered board of randomness. The brunette pulled it off, already laughing at a few words that popped out to him in his husband's messy scribble.
According to the note that was timed for two hours previously, his five year old twin daughters had guilt tripped the football player daddy into taking them to Chuck E. Cheese because of him missing one of their daddy/daughter outings. The missed day had been due to an extensive football practice that had left the poor man so tired he slept 17 hours straight.
Kurt had to let a few more giggles out as he tucked the note into one of the mahogany draws. The incident had to have happened during the summer of last year but he was sure that didn't make his husband any less afraid that he had disappointed his little girls when they brought it up. The fact that his daughters remembered something as missing a daddy/daughters day from almost a year ago surprised him. He hadn't even realized the little devils had been paying attention to those special days.
It made a small smile come to Kurt's face knowing his beautiful little girls were graced with his cunning wit because Brandon couldn't lie good enough to save the chocolate skin off his back.
Speaking of chocolate, Kurt needed to get started on dinner and desert before the threesome came home. No doubt the littlest bellies would be filled of greasy pizza, but he could try to get some vegetables into the mouths of excited five year olds. And with that mindset, Kurt set to work on a healthy dinner.
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Less than a good hour and a half later, Kurt heard the sound of a key turning into the lock of the front door as he put finishing touches on his simple meal.
Kurt remained in the kitchen that had consumed the two-story house with its appetizing aromas. The unmistakable squeals of excitement and fast-paced talking reached his ears as the first twin, Bianca, came into view before the flash of yellow and brown was gone, the tiny girl hugging her Papa's knees. She let go after the affectionate greeting that was filled with unintelligible mumbles of happiness into his maternity pants. The other two family members filed in shortly behind with the other twin, Kara, being held in her daddy's muscled arms. Brandon swooped down to gave a chaste kiss to his husband's lips in a hello manner before setting Kara down so the two girls could set the table in the dining room.
Kurt wasn't paying any attention to his husband or his loving greeting. The hideous yolk yellow sweaters that his little girls were wearing was about to make him faint along with the ugly pink Velcro flats that had been placed on the tiny feet of his children. Not to mention the ridiculous blue jean skirts adorning them. The beautiful crimpy brown hair on their heads was in chaotic pigtails that looked to come a loose at a single tug. Anyone that knew them could certainly tell their Daddy had dressed and styled the little divas not their Papa.
The smaller man shivered as memories of Rachel Berry's outfits flashed rapid across his mind. Brandon should stick to what he knew, which was football, and leave the fashion to the real fashionista.
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Brandon had just tucked Kara and Bianca into their beds and climbed into bed with Kurt as he flipped through an old gossip magazine. Kurt's moisturizing routine had taken longer because he claimed he needed the extra precautions for his skin since it was cold outside. And the wrap on his hair was of floral print tonight. Brandon wondered how Kurt could stand the messy crap that was published as he scanned over another page in interest. But then again it was Kurt.
"Did you have fun today daddy dearest?" Kurt questioned, putting the magazine on the nightstand and turning toward his lover.
"Of course. Although I couldn't admit it to the girls, that rat thing freaks me the fuck out." The buff black man responded in a huff before curling into Kurt. A dark skin hand rested on top Kurt's swollen stomach and it began to make circular motions.
"Wait. Let me get this straight. Mister I bench-press more than you weight and I play fullback for the San Francisco Giants because I'm a giant in all respects if you know what I mean is scared of some sweaty teen in a costume," Kurt said with amusement as he tried to replicate his husband's deep baritone voice. It didn't go over well because he ended up sounding like a twelve year old going through puberty. But he thought he got the point across rather well regardless.
"God, Kurt. You make me sound like a pussy. And it's not the one walking around that fucks with me. It's the robotic one with all that damn blinking and smiling it does. And I'll be goddamned if your kids didn't run up to the stage every five seconds, all the while screaming, "Come here daddy to meet Chuck E." Those little devils will be the death of me. Next time you can take them," Brandon groaned as he leaned down to hide his face in Kurt's shoulder as he continued his ministrations on the soprano's seventh month pregnant belly. Kurt found the sentiment adorable which he couldn't say often when he spoke of him since his man was sexier than he was adorable.
But it was times like this when they were alone or hanging out as a family when his husband was adorable and shy. Like the few times he tried taming the wild mess that was their biracial daughters hair or when he held on to Kurt's stomach all through the day to feel the first kick's of their unborn child for that particular day. The tough guy persona was put up for everyone that wasn't family, friends, or Kurt. The muscled dark skinned man didn't want anyone to take he for weak or wimpy but Kurt was just happy he had found the love of his life in him.
"Oh honey. I love you wholeheartedly even if you're scared of a robot. Besides, you could totally take him in a fight," the brunette said in a suggestive manner as he rubbed the toned and muscled arms of his lover while wetting his lips. The atmosphere had changed from joking and relaxed and into a sexual one.
"Really. I think I might need to work on my techniques of conquering. Think I'll have to practice on you for a while before I get it just right." Brandon said, a predatory smirk gracing his beautiful chocolate face while already moving the smaller man onto his flannel covered erection with ease.
"Oh yes. Please do. I wouldn't feel right if you lost a fight due to my refusal and negligence to help," Kurt moaned in a heated manner shifting around on top Brandon's little friend but not really grinding against it as Brandon claimed his lips in a battle of dominance. Well, little friend was the wrong word for it. Huge friend would be more appropriate.
He would have to thank their daughters tomorrow morning for asking their daddy to take them to "the place where a kid can be a kid." He'd have to plan more events there if he was going to help his football player husband conquer his fears. And if he had a limp for a while, then so be it.
It'll just have to be the small price Kurt Roman would have to pay.