A/N: Hello readers (if any are still out there). Here is a one shot which I wrote a while but only just found it again on my laptop. I hope you all enjoy and don't hate me for taking so long to publish something
Shame Glee ended, but at least Klaine got back together :D
Kurt yawned, stretching his arms out and bending backwards slightly. He took off his glasses and shut his laptop, slowly packing his work things away.
Blaine and Kurt had put their three year old daughter, Elizabeth, to bed at 19:30. Blaine had went to bed at 23:15, leaving Kurt to finish up his work load in peace and quiet.
When everything was packed away neatly, Kurt stood up and peeked into his daughters room. Smiling when he saw that she was still sound asleep, her blanket askew and half hanging off the bed; only covering one of Lizzy's legs. Her body was twisted and sprawled out, one hand rested on her stomach the other by her face that was turned towards her bedroom wall and her knees were bent and facing the opposite direction.
Silently, Kurt sneaked into the room. He picked up the blanket and straightened it out, making sure it covered the whole of his daughters sleeping form and he rolled the top half of her body so her face was pointing in the same direction as her knees.
Kurt brushed Elizabeth's hair back and gently kissed her temple.
He left the room and entered his and Blaine's room.
Kurt let out an amused sigh at his fiancé's sleeping form that was spread across the bed. Blaine was lying on his stomach, the blankets bunched around his feet and ankles. His shirt was twisted and ruffled up, showing his lower back. Kurt's eyes scored over his fiancés body twice more before he started undressing and putting on his pyjamas.
Once Kurt had his PJ's on and finished his moisturising routine, he crawled onto his bed after untangling the covers at Blaine's feet and pulled them up to his and Blaine's waists.
Kurt nudged Blaine to get him to roll onto his side and make room for Kurt to lie down comfortably. Kurt lay down facing Blaine, propping his head up on his hand as he watched Blaine sleep. He brushed a stray curl off Blaine's forehead, kissing where it had been. Kurt then kissed Blaine's cheek, then just below Blaine's ear. Blaine hummed in his sleep, tilting his head to expose more of his neck.
Kurt smiled before tracing down Blaine's neck with his lips. Blaine gasped as Kurt gently bit down on the crook his neck, licking where he'd bit before sucking softly.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, still half asleep.
Kurt kissed back up Blaine's neck then stopped to whisper in his ear; "Wake up and kiss me," he purred in French. Kurt kissed along Blaine's jaw, feeling Blaine start to respond more as he gradually woke up. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's waist as Kurt's lips finally met with his own.
"I was asleep, you know." Blaine said, pulling Kurt in for a deeper kiss.
"Really?" he replied innocently, between kisses, "I never realized. I'm so sorry," he smirked cheekily. Kurt moaned softly as Blaine nibbled on his bottom lip, rolling over so Kurt was beneath him.
"You only woke me up because you were horny," Blaine stated with a light chuckle, moving to kiss his fiancés neck.
"Are you - Oh-" he breathed as Blaine pressed his thigh firmly against Kurt's crotch, "are you complaining?"
Blaine smiled. "No," he said, diving in for searing kiss. Kurt moaned, slipping his hands under Blaine's shirt and grazed his thumbs over Blaine's nipples. Blaine shuddered, reaching around to grasp Kurt's ass. Kurt thrust up and gently pushed on Blaine's chest. They both sat up without breaking the kiss. Hands roaming everywhere reachable; shoulders, chests, faces, asses etc.
The kiss broke briefly as Kurt removed Blaines shirt and vice versa. They kissed feverishly, skin-on-skin. Kurt lowered Blaine to the bed and straddled him, his hands travelling down Blaine's chest and snaking into his boxers. Blaine groaned in relief as Kurt's hand wrapped around his-
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock.
The men jumped apart. Instinctively, searching for their shirts.
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock.
"Daddy?" a tired voice called softly.
"Just a second, Lizzy." Kurt called, slipping his shirt over his head and handing Blaine his.
The men took a short moment to 'cool off', taking deep, calming breaths.
"You good?" Kurt asked, only to be greeted with a glare from Blaine. "What?"
"Can't believe you woke me up because you were horny…" Blaine huffed, receiving a laugh from Kurt because Kurt knew that he was just annoyed at the fact he was being cock blocked by his daughter for what felt like the thousandth time that week.
"I'm sorry," he said, giving Blaine a chaste kiss on the lips, "I'll make it up to you later."
"You better," Blaine kissed Kurt once last time. "You can come in now, Lizzy."
The three year old trudged into her Daddies' room, her eyes were rimmed with tears. "I wet the bed," she said, ashamed.
Kurt got out of bed, Blaine following shortly after, "Did you now?" Lizzy nodded solemnly, sniffing.
The men knelt in front of her. Blaine brushed a tear away with his thumb, "Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?" she nodded. "Was it a bad one?" Lizzy nodded again. "Aww, baby." Blaine said sympathetically, giving his daughter a hug. Meanwhile, Kurt stroked her head.
"What was your nightmare about, Lizzy?" Kurt asked softly.
"I don't remember," said Lizzy, honestly.
Kurt kissed her cheek, "It's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around Blaine and Lizzy, "you're safe. Dreams can't hurt you. Especially when you have me and hobbit to look after you." He kissed her again, ignoring the playful glare he received off Blaine for using his High School nick name.
"Hey, do you want to pick out a new pair of jammies and we'll go have a nice bath?" Lizzy nodded again. "Okay." Kurt took a hold of Lizzy's hand and walked her to her room, Blaine following.
Kurt turned on the hot and cold taps, watching the warm water pool in the bottom of the bath. The purple and white polka dot jammies that Lizzy picked out were folded over the towel rack; the cartoon bunny on the front of the pyjama top looking at Kurt as he stirred the bath water with his hand.
Lizzy was in her bedroom, describing to Blaine which covers she wanted on her bed whilst he stripped the wet covers and wiped the plastic sheet under them clean.
"Lizzy, honey," Kurt called, "come here and bring your hairbrush," he said just loud enough to be heard in Lizzy's room, which had the door open.
Seconds later, Lizzy emerged from the bedroom, holding her hairbrush. She gave it to Kurt and sat crossed-legged in front of him, knowing what was coming.
Kurt gently brushed her hair, easing out any small knots that had developed during her sleep. He twisted her long, silky brown hair and pinned it into a small bun with a large hair clip that he kept beside the bath.
He helped Lizzy undress, placing her drenched jammies in a hamper and turned off the bath taps. "Is the water okay? Too hot or too cold?" he asked his daughter.
Elizabeth stuck her hand in the bathtub, "A little hot." Kurt nodded and turned the cold tap back on, stirring the water as it poured in, slowly bringing the temperature.
"What about now?"
Lizzy put her hand back in, "perfect," she smiled.
"Good," he said, lifting Elizabeth into the bath and kissing her cheek.
"I can't find the covers," Blaine announced, walking into the bathroom. "Sorry, Lizzy. Is there any other covers you want?"
"Which covers did she want?" asked Kurt.
"Them ones!" Lizzy exclaimed, pointing to her clean pair jammies on the towel rack.
"The ones that match your PJ's?" Lizzy nodded enthusiastically, "I'll have a look for them, I think I saw them recently…" Kurt stood, "Blaine, can you continue…"
"Yeah," replied Blaine, giving Kurt a light peck on his way out the bathroom.
"Hello, my little-Lizzy-'Lizabeth," Blaine exclaimed, doing what could only be described as some sort of goofy, mini-power slide and landing next to the bathtub and making Lizzy laugh. "What soap are we going to use today?" he said, reaching for two different bottles, "will it be coconut?" he held up the bottle filled with white liquid, "or will it be orange?" he held up an almost identical bottle filled with orange liquid.
"Orange!" she said, reaching for the second bottle.
"Very good choice, my darling," Blaine abandoned the coconut bottle on the side of the bath. He grabbed Lizzy's purple bathroom scrunchy and held it out, silently asking Lizzy to squirt the orange liquid onto it. She did so and then Blaine rubbed the scrunchy in his hands, creating a white foam.
Lizzy raised her arms as Blaine scrubbed her torso.
"Are you and porcelain mad at me?"
"What? No, no." Blaine assured, "Why would we be mad at you?"
"Because I'm a big girl now and I still wet the bed…" she replied as if it were obvious.
"Lizzy, you may be becoming a big girl now, but you're still only three. That's little! It's not you're fault you can't hold it; when you gotta go, you gotta go. When I was three, I wet the bed. I'm sure Kurt did too. It's just a natural habit that we all grow out of eventually. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But I keep waking you up at bedtime, don't you get cranky?"
Blaine smiled, washing Elizabeths arms, "Not really. I mean, we're still tired, but we can't leave you alone to lay there to be cold and wet for the rest of the night; you'd catch a cold!" Blaine rinsed the scrunchy and started to rinse the soap bubbles of his daughter. "And we don't want our baby girl to get sick."
"I'm a big girl now though!" Lizzy said as Blaine helped her stand up, "not a baby."
"Baby or not," said Blaine, retrieving the towel and wrapping it around Lizzy, "you'll always be our baby girl."
"But I'm three!"
"Three or three-hundred," Blaine declared, lifting her towel covered body onto his hip, "our baby girl," he littered Lizzy's face with kisses causing her to squirm and giggle. "I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy." Lizzy kissed Blaine on the cheek.
Blaine put Lizzy down on the closed toilet seat lid and proceeded to dry her with the towel.
"Your bed is ready, Lizzy." Kurt claimed, walking into the room, just as Blaine dressed Lizzy in her PJ's and started to dry in between her toes, which was always hard because Lizzy had ticklish feet.
Lizzy giggled as she was thrown onto her bed, Kurt falling behind her.
"Alright, missus!" he growled, jokingly pinning her arms to the bed. "You," he kissed her temple, "are gonna go to sleep. And you," he kissed her other temple, "are gonna have nice dreams." Kurt kissed her several more times across her face as Lizzy giggled and wriggled under her fathers weight.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, too." Kurt replied, lifting himself off Lizzy's bed.
Blaine lowered himself to Lizzy's level, kissing her goodnight. "I love you, honey."
"Love you..." Lizzy yawned, turning over.
Kurt and Blaine switched off her light and retreated to their room.
"Now, where were we?"