Thunder boomed and lightening cracked outside the Anderson-Hummel home. Three year-old Olivia tossed and turned in her tiny pink, princess bed. She was clearly in distress over the combination of the chaos going on outside and the monsters creeping into her dreams.
She whimpered and moaned until she suddenly jolted awake with a start. She looked around her dark room, fearing for her life, and jumped out of her bed; not forgetting her Margret Thatcher dog in the process. With the lightening illuminating the house, she dashed down the hall to her daddies' room, in hopes of finding comfort and protection with them.
It was around one thirty in the morning when Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel had finally wore each other out after three orgasms. The two men lay naked underneath the covers, letting their breathing even out. They were just about to fall asleep, when they heard rapid knocks on their bedroom door.
"Daddy….Papa", Olivia whimpered. Kurt's eyes popped out of his skull, while Blaine decided to stay calm about the situation. "You go get decent, I'll handle her." Going along with his husband's plan, Kurt dashed into their in-suite bathroom.
"Daddy….Papa", Olivia cried out again.
"One second sweetie," Blaine reassured his daughter, while he swiftly slipped into his discarded boxers and t-shirt.
He finally got to the door and was met with the sight of Olivia clutching her Margaret Thatcher dog, with tears streamed down her face.
"What's wrong princess?" Blaine asks, as he hoists her on his hip. Olivia shoves her face into her Daddy's neck, "I had a nightmare."
"Aww, sweetheart, it was just a dream. It's all over now." Blaine rubs her back soothingly, hoping to calm her down a bit. "I know Daddy, but there were monsters and everything!" Just as Olivia finished giving her reasoning, Kurt appeared from the bathroom, dressed in his silk pajamas.
"What's wrong baby girl?" Kurt asked, as he took Olivia from Blaine's arms. "The monsters were coming to get me, Papa!"
"The monsters?" he asks in mock disbelief and he walks her over to their bed. Olivia nods in affirmation.
"Did they have long green arms with a thousand tiny fingers?" he teased, then playfully tossed her on the bed and tickle-attacked her.
Olivia squealed and giggled madly; any thoughts of the nightmare escaped her mind. "No! Papa, Stop!" She giggled wildly, squirming to get out of her Papa's hold. "Daddy! Help me!" she begged.
"Okay you two! Its late, let's go to bed," he stated as he climbed into bed himself. Kurt and Olivia looked up at Blaine, then back at each other sneakily, as if they knew what the other was thinking.
Blaine was about to ask what was up with the two of them, when the pair attacked him with tickling fingers.
Eventually, Blaine was able to wrangle the two into bed, and the three of them were fast asleep, with monsters long forgotten.