Our Little Family
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, if I did, it would be all Klaine, all the time. But I do own Nate and Katherine.
Daddy?" Kurt and Blaine's six year old son, Nate, said to Kurt one night before bed.
"Yea kiddo, what's up?" He sat on his son's bed, tucking him in.
Nate yawned, "When is Papa going to be home? I miss 'im." Just as he finished saying that, their teenage daughter walked into the room.
"Yea Dad, when is Pops going to be home? I kind of need help with a project for school that's do tomorrow." Katherine asked her father sitting on her little brother's bed.
Kurt shook his head at his daughter, she was not like the either of them, all she did was procrastinate. "I don't know guys, he's probably going to be home long after the two of you should be in bed." He said rubbing Nate's arm trying to coax him into to falling asleep.
Katherine cursed under her breath, she really didn't want to fail, but her dad had also promised he would help her before he left for some stupid book tour thing. "Dad, will you please help me?"
Kurt nodded and sent her to the den where she was working on her project so he could finish putting Nate to bed. After singing a song to Nate and reading him some Harry Potter, Blaine had gotten both of their children obsessed, he went down to the den to help Katherine.
"Thank you Daddy," she said sleepily at around twelve thirty in the morning after they had finished her project. "Can I just sleep in here tonight?"
Kurt nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. Sleep tight." He kissed her forehead and put a blanket on her petite figure.
Little did either of them know, was that Blaine was standing in the doorway amazed how his daughter was getting so big, so soon. Kurt turned around and saw his husband standing in the doorway; he walked towards him and gave him a kiss. "I missed you," he glanced at Katherine, "we missed you."
"I missed you guys too." He kissed him softly.
Kurt brought Blaine to their room kissing him softly, "Let me show you how much I missed you," he said kissing down Blaine's neck, who in return moaned. The shut the door as quiet as possible before "settling," down for the night.