Hi to anyone who is reading this, thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings, I really appreciate it :D
The idea to this fic literally came to me in a dream I had (nightmare!) and I couldn't resist writing it down...and trust me, I have written and re-written this so many times that I think I might be able to recite it in my sleep!

This fic is set about 12 years after high-school and its Klaine...please don't hate on me :S
Again, thank you for taking time to read it and review if you like (I'll get all warm and fuzzy)

I do not own Glee or any of the Glee characters, I own Millie and any non-canon people :D I wish I did because they are super awesome!

Blaine's POV

"Andrea just called," Kurt's soft voice broke into Blaine's daydreams, "She can take Millie for the afternoon."
Blaine looked at him looking utterly clueless "Andrea?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and nodded "Yes. Andrea. She lives down the road."
Blaine sighed softly as he remembered. Kurt stroked his curls gently shuffling slightly closer to his warm body. Blaine loved the way Kurt's fingers twisted into his hair, pulling it slightly, it reminded him of when they first met and Kurt had been so afraid of Blaine trying to leave him that he'd cling to ever possible part of him. It had taken a while to persuade him that he wouldn't ever be going anywhere, that he would never leave him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt. "I love you." He whispered into his perfect hair allowing his breath to part the strands. Kurt shuffled even closer and gently placed his hands on Blaine's thighs "I love you too." They lay there, perfectly still for a few moments, forgetting the world and just held each other.

The door creaked, bringing the two men back to the real world, "Daddy?" a high pitched voice called; its source obscured by the heavy wooden door, "Daddy?" Kurt leaned away from Blaine, "That's you baby." He reminded Blaine sleepily, "Yes, I am well aware." Blaine smiled stroking Kurt's hand with his finger. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the moment. Blaine breathed gently as he stood up, "Daddy?" The voice was more urgent now. "Coming Millie." He smiled down at Kurt who lay inelegantly sprawled on the sofa with his eyes half closed. He strode across the room quietly and pulled open the door.

Blaine knelt by the door, peering up and down the passageway "Oh," He said in mock confusion, "Where could Millie be?" He crawled silently towards the cupboard under the stairs "I guess she must have..." he placed his hand on the door handle, "DISAPPEARED!" he cried out pulling open the door. A shriek of hysterical laughter greets him from the dark, "No fair! You saw me hide!" A tiny dark haired girl stumbled out into the light, caught in Blaine's loose embrace. "I most certainly did not" he said mockingly. Truthfully he hadn't watched her; she had merely hidden in the same place every night for the past 3 years.

The odd pair sat in the hall, locked in a tight and loving hug. Blaine sat cross legged, dressed in loose fitting trousers and an unbuttoned grey shirt. His black curls sat loose and ungelled, a few strands fell over his forehead and curled around his magnificently triangular eyebrows. Millie sat curled in the crook of his arm, her tiny body wrapped in scruffy jeans and t-shirt ensemble and her dark brown hair pulled into loose pigtails. Millie wriggled restlessly, "Can we play?" she grinned, displaying her missing front teeth and making her eyes crinkle. Blaine chuckled, "No sweets, you have to go to bed." He scooped her up into his arms; she was still so small and light for a 6 year old and he was strong, muscular from years of dancing and gymnastics. She kicked out angrily in his arms, "NO!" She cried out, "I don't want to go to bed...I DON'T WANT TO." Blaine adjusted her in his arms to prevent her kicking a wall and hurting herself. "No. Why should I?" She cried, tears streaming down her face. It was always surprising to Blaine how quickly she could go from playful and angelic to furious and violent.

Suddenly, she froze, looking over his shoulders. "Millie?" Blaine turned and found himself face to face with Kurt. "Did we wake you?" Blaine stepped towards Kurt, desperately trying not to reach out and caress his cheek with his free hand. "No, no its fine" Kurt smiled.
"That smile" Blaine thought, tilting his head to the side, "It's so darn adorable" He grinned Kurt's favourite lopsided grin and slid Millie from his arms to Kurt's outstretched ones. Kurt looked to Millies still teary eyes "Come on Mills, bed. Now." He said smiling forcibly at her scowling face. Blaine could sense Kurt's mild frustration, he'd masked it pretty badly to be fair but Millie relaxed, slid to the floor, took tight hold of both of their hands and dragged them up the stairs.

Kurt's POV

Kurt sat several feet away from Blaine. Blaine was clearly not paying attention, his eyes wear glazed and he was nodding slowly every now and then, presumably Blaine thought Kurt was still talking. Kurt coughed and raised his perfectly groomed eyebrows. "Andrea just called," he said loudly, "She can take Millie for the afternoon." Blaine's face was blank, he was clearly confused and seemed to have forgotten who Andrea was and why exactly she would be taking Millie.
"Andrea?" his voice was bleary and deep, Kurt's insides did flips, he loved sleepy!Blaine.
"Yes. Andrea. She lives down the road." Kurt couldn't resist Blaine's sleepy face and scruffy curls any longer, he slid across the sofa and thrust his hands into Blaine's hair. Blaine's eyes closed in bliss, Kurt had forgotten how much Blaine liked it when he messed around with his hair. He felt Blaine's arms envelope him "I love you." Kurt's insides fluttered. He felt stupid, even after all these years together those three simple words made his heart ache. "I love you too." Kurt whispered shuffling deeper into Blaine's body and running his hands down his body and resting them on his thighs.

Kurt lost track of time, he'd been so concentrated on breathing in the same rhythm as Blaine that he'd forgotten who or where he was. He twitched under Blaine's relaxed arms as a noise pulled him back to consciousness. He moved his head slightly to find the source of the noise. "Daddy?" Kurt relaxed into Blaine's body again, it was Millie. "Daddy?" the little girls voice was high and concerned, she clearly wanted Blaine. He lifted his body up and away from Blaine who was now completely awake "Thats you baby." He said, momentarily surprised at how asleep he sounded. Blaine looked at him "Yes." He said pointedly, "I am well aware." He smiled lovingly, shut his eyes and traced his finger around Kurt's hand before getting to his feet. "Daddy?" Kurt could tell Millie was getting restless in the hallway. Blaine would sort it. Blaine always sorted it.

Kurt lay across the sofa once again and closed his eyes, sensing Blaine's gaze. He probably looked a mess, his hair was scruffy, his mouth was hanging half open...but "Hell, Blaine loves me...I don't need to look good ALL the time" Kurt smiled as he heard the door shut behind Blaine. It had taken a long time for Kurt to realize that he needn't look perfect, for Blaine loved him anyway. He could hear Blaine going through the nightly routine, playing a quick game of hide and seek. Millie always hid in the same place but Blaine, and occasionally Kurt, would always play along. Kurt listened to Millies soft laughter and walked to the door. He opened it silently and peered out into the hall.

His heart squeezed as his eyes fell upon the beautiful sight that was unfolding in the hallway. Millie was curled up in Blaine's arms, giggling into his shirt. Blaine was smiling down at her, stroking her dark pigtails. It was just like when Millie was a baby.

Kurt and Blaine had been dating for 7 years, had lived together for 4 and were utterly happy when Blaine brought up the topic children. He'd apparently wanted them since he was a child. Kurt had been surprised; to him Blaine had never seemed the type to want children. Blaine had evidently expected that he would have to do some arguing to convince Kurt, but the idea had been playing on Kurt's mind too. They applied to an adoption agency and 17 months later were offered a new born baby girl. They'd named her Millie after Blaine's aunty. She was perfect, and contrary to popular belief, having her brought the couple closer together. That was 6 years ago. Now they had an amazing, not to mention talented and hilarious, 6 year old daughter. She called Blaine Daddy (due to the fact she looked more like him than she did Kurt) and Kurt Dad. It had originally upset Kurt that she didn't seem as emotionally attached but Blaine reassured him that it was because Kurt was out at work more so Blaine saw her a bit more often and it wasn't anything to do with loving one more than the other.

Kurt continued to smile at the two people he loved more than anything in the world sitting on the floor together. "Can we play?" Millie had wriggled out of Blaine's grip and was grinning widely. Blaine smiled at her, chuckling slightly "No sweets, you have to go to bed." Kurt winced, he knew what was coming. Blaine scooped the indignant child into his arms. Kurt noted how the muscles tensed and locked, it made his inside somersault. Mille battled with him "NO!" She shrieked, "I don't want to go to bed...I DON'T WANT TO." Blaine quickly changed her position in his arms. Kurt smiled, he knew Blaine would be panicking inside about Millie hurting herself or about waking him up. "No. Why should I?" She was crying now. Kurt sighed, "Every night.." he thought, he couldn't wait until she was willing to go to sleep at night again.

Kurt blinked slowly. When he opened his eyes he saw Millie staring right at him, frozen mid-shout. "Millie?" Blaine shuffled around and spotted Kurt. His face twisted, "Did we wake you?" he asked, seemingly concerned. Kurt spotted a look on his face "I know that look." He thought, "He's got that guilty look in his eyes" He raised an eyebrow, amused by Blaine's complete lack of subtlety. "No, no its fine" Kurt smiled.

Blaine grinned. Kurt's insides flipped again, that was his favourite smile, goofy and adorable, the first facial expression he had ever seen on Blaine's perfect face when they were teenagers. Blaine passed Millie to Kurt, "Com on Mills, bed. Now." He was torn between feeling upset that she was crying, feeling angry because she wouldn't cooperate and wanting to laugh because she was pulling a face that she must have learnt from Blaine because he pulled exactly the same face when he was tired. He smiled awkwardly, not knowing which emotion to portray. Millie, probably sensing the frustration in Kurt's voice slid from his grasp, took both their hands and led them awkwardly up the stairs towards her room for her nightly bedtime story.

Ok, so what do you think? Sorry its so short, I'm just getting the hang of writing like this :|