April 16 2027
"Olivia Jay and Layla Rose, if you two don't get your butts down here in the next two seconds we are going to be late! Do you really want to be late for Daddy's opening night?" Kurt was frantically running around their two story apartment trying to grab everyone's shoes so they could make Blaine's 7pm show at the Palace Theatre in Time Square. It was already 6:15 and the twins had yet to come downstairs.
"Girls!" He called again as he began to run up the marble staircase. "Papa is going to be very mad if two very lovely eight year olds aren't dressed yet." Kurt first entered Olivia's room. Her walls were a sky blue, with white accents. She was sitting on her bed messing with her hair. "Lily." Kurt started. "What are you doing? We're going to be late."
Olivia looked up at her father. "Papa, I'm trying to braid my hair. But it won't work." She pouted, and Kurt sighed.
"Can't we leave it down tonight?"
Olivia shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Layla's hair is down."
"Sweetie. I don't see what the big deal is if Layla's hair is down." Kurt was now sitting next to his daughter. She was wearing one of Kurt's latest creations, a skull t-shirt and tuxedo style blazer. To go with her blazer was a pair of black leggings and sparkly converse sneakers. Obviously inspired after the late Alexander McQueen the skull was something Olivia enjoyed. Unlike her girly sister, Layla.
"Papa. I don't want to look like Layla." Kurt quickly braided his daughter's hair as a preppy Layla walked into the room.
"Papa. I can't find my purse." Her hands were on her hips and she was tapping her foot. Layla was the diva, like a little Rachel, which worried Blaine and Kurt immensely.
"Lay, we don't need our purse if we want to see Daddy tonight. Got it?" Kurt finished Lily's hair and took her hand. "You look fine without it."
Layla stood there with her arms crossed. Her yellow sundress was from one of Kurt's other lines, a line that Lily Hummel-Anderson would never touch. "Papa. I want my purse!"
Kurt gave his daughter a stern look. "Layla Rose Hummel-Anderson. You will march that butt downstairs now, without the purse or you will stay here with Mrs. Sampson down the hall."
"She smells like cheese…" Layla gave her father a look of disgust.
"Then downstairs Layla. Now."
In a fuss she turned around on her heels and walked downstairs. Kurt gently nudged Olivia to walk.
"Divas." Olivia said. As she walked down the stairs hand in hand with her father.
The Hummel-Anderson clan made it to the theater in the nick of time. Kurt had each of the girls by their hand that was until they spotted Finn and his parents.
"Uncle Finn!" Olivia yelled as she ran into her uncle's arms.
"Hey there kid-o" Finn said with a smile. "Guess who came along."
"Toby!" Olivia got excited as nine year old Toby approached her.
Toby looked like his father, with a dash of his mother. His hair was dark like Rachel's but he was built like Finn. Olivia and Toby loved being with each other.
Layla ran up to Burt and Carole. "Grandma! Grandpa!"
Burt Hummel kissed his granddaughter's head and smiled. "Hello there princess. Excited to see daddy and Aunt Rachel?"
Olivia nodded quickly. "Daddy and Rachel sing so prettily!" She felt her father's hand around her wrist.
"Let's go find our seats before it starts." Kurt hurried inside and quickly found his seats. Dead center four rows up Kurt could see the stage perfectly.
It was ironic that Blaine landed the role of Tony and Rachel landing Maria. Fifteen years since their show at McKinley they still had it. This time, they were both "experienced". Kurt was excited for his husbands Broadway debut. He was working towards this for awhile, and it was finally happening.
Layla was on Kurt's right and Olivia on his left. He smiled as the curtain rose.
"Where's daddy?" Layla asked looking anxiously for her father.
"Be quite Layla!" Olivia went to smack her sister but Kurt grabbed her hand before she could.
"Olivia face forward. Layla, please don't speak. Be good girls. Be good for daddy."
When Blaine and Rachel came out for their curtain call the Hummel-Hudson-Anderson clan stood in their seats screaming. Kurt was so proud of his husband. The girls cheered for their father, excitedly and whole-heartedly. When the show ended Kurt and the girls waited backstage for the leading man and his leading lady.
"Where are my two beautiful girls?" A sweaty Blaine asked.
The twins giggled and ran up to their father and embraced him.
"Daddy. You were so good! Your voice sounded so pretty!" Layla nuzzled her head into the crook of Blaine's neck.
"Dad! That fight scene! It was awesome." Olivia smiled at her Dad as he laughed. "How'd I know you'd enjoy that scene Liv?"
She shrugged and hugged her father tightly.
"I have to say Mr. Anderson, that might have been one of your best performances yet." Kurt smiled.
"I believe its Hummel-Anderson." Blaine smirked and pulled his husband in for a kiss.
Kurt put his finger up to Blaine's lips. "Not now. We have company."
It was after midnight and the Hummel-Andersons were just making their way through the front door.
"Ladies. Papa was nice enough to let you two come. But, if I hear any whinning tomorrow morning about you being tired, and not wanting to go to school, neither of you are going out like that again. Understood?" Blaine's voice was stern, and it needed to be when it came to the twins.
"Yes, Daddy." They said in unison.
"Good. Now go get changed and Papa and I will be in to kiss you goodnight."
The girls ran into their rooms and Blaine took Kurt's hand as they walked into the master bedroom. Blaine changed into a pair of flannel night pants and took his contacts out before putting on his glasses.
Kurt began washing his face, which usually took a good thirty minutes.
"Kurt, do you have to do that now? The girls are waiting." Blaine was leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom.
"Blaine. I'm almost done. Go say your goodnights. I'll be right in. I promise." Kurt was rinsing off his face as Blaine walked down the hallway towards the girl's room.
Blaine started with Layla. "Goodnight princess." Blaine said as he kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight daddy. Your voice was super pretty tonight."
"Thank you sweetheart. Now get some sleep. You have school in the morning. Papa will be in soon." He tucked her in, before walking into Olivia's room.
"Hi Liv." Blaine said sitting next to his daughter.
"Hi Daddy." She said.
"I got you a present. But you have to promise not to tell Lay."
Olivia nodded quickly "I promise."
Blaine pulled two tickets out of his pocket. "I got us Yankee/Indian's tickets."
A bright smile illuminated on Olivia's face. "Isn't Layla going to get mad?"
Blaine shook his head. "Papa has something planned for Lay. But now its time for sleep. School in the morning." He kissed her head. "Goodnight Liv."
"Night daddy. I love you."
Blaine smiled. "I love you too, sweetie."
Kurt made his rounds a few minutes after Blaine finished. At this point Blaine was curled in their bed waiting for his husband to slide in beside him.
Kurt slid in and Blaine wrapped his arms around him.
"Fantastic show love." Kurt said. "I was proud to be with you." Kurt smiled
"I want you to be." Blaine chuckled before kissing Kurt gently.
Kurt giggled against Blaine's lips. "The guy who played Baby-John looked rather familiar."
Blaine's lips were now trailing against the skin on Kurt's neck. "Yeah."
"Have I seen him before babe?" Kurt ran his hand down Blaine's arm.
"Yeah." Blaine started to lightly suck on Kurt's collar.
"When?" Kurt asked.
"High school." Blaine oblivious to Kurt's questions continued kissing around his husband's neck.
"It wasn't…" Kurt gently pushed Blaine away.
"Kurt, that was a long time ago." Blaine sighed. He knew he wasn't getting any tonight.
"Sebastian Smythe is Baby-John…" And with that Kurt turned his back to Blaine and ignored anything else his husband had to say.
Oh hi. Um, so reviews would be cool. I don't really know if this was good. Or made sense. But ta-da.
