A/N: This is indeed my first time writing fanfiction on this website, but I hope my inexperience doesn't affect your reaction towards the story:)

After being inspired by a certain fanfiction, I decided to write this story to continue progressing Klaine's life journey.

Warning(s): Swearing, briefly implied mpreg, smut during the end (NOT GRAPHIC).

Enjoy the first chapter! :)


Chapter 1: Papa Blaine's Birthday Surprise

"Alright, girls listen up! You all know what tomorrow is, right?" Kurt said while the triplets all gathered around the kitchen table.

"How could I not? Lucy decided to do the math yesterday and tell me that apparently Papa's birthday was nine months before mine. Ugh can't believe I was birthday sex," Alexa shivered, trying to erase the mere thought of her two dads doing the 'frickle-frckle' as her sister Hepburn liked to call it.

"Well… yeah heh. ANYWAYS, wouldn't it be nice if we did something a little different for your father, this year? Maybe like a surprise party of some sort."

"Dad, I think you're becoming slightly negligent of the fact that Papa is currently in his mid-thirties. Aren't surprise parties a little juvenile?" Lucy asked monotonously, re-adjusting her large framed glasses. "Why can't you just buy him a new watch, or some snazzy-looking bowtie?"

"Or buy him a vinyl record of Katy Perry's Greatest Hits?" Hepburn suggested, hoping for an agreement. Kurt shrugged and sighed.

"Well I've bought him all of those for his previous birthdays, and I don't know..." Kurt said apprehensively. "Your father has always been the more sentimental one, always buying me romantic gifts, throwing extravagant parties…"

"Yeah he did throw some awesome parties! Remember the 'Night in the City' themed one Luce?" "I really liked the 'Fashion Week' theme, I don't think anyone could top the Louis Vuitton cake Papa ordered for Dad."

"-or that damn Laminated Saffiano Python Totebag he bought for me from Versace that costs almost two thousand dollars! How are we not plummeting in debt?!" Kurt shrieked. "That man is insane!" He speed walked around the room, looking around the room as if an idea will emerge from the floor or the walls. "-I'm sorry, it's just that I just feel bad because your father is such a sweet, sweet man and I don't know how I could reciprocate that—"

"We'll help you, Dad!" Alexa said, jumping out of her chair.

"We are?"

Yes! We are! Papa isn't going to come home until midnight today, so you can go to the mall and find something nice for him and then we'll stay home and bake a cake or something!" Kurt looked at his oldest daughter skeptically, knowing the shenanigans that she might be coming up with in her head. "Hepburn will join you!"

"I will?"

"Ohhhh yes indeed," Alexa replied, smirking.

Kurt glanced at his daughters, afraid of the mischief that they might be up to. He really wanted to make his husband's birthday special, so eventually he had no choice but to comply.

"Let's hit the mall, sweetheart."


"Alright, so we're going to need some flour, eggs, butter, sugar, salt-"

"And icing," Alexa said, taking the giant container out of the fridge. "Lots and lots of icing." Lucy looked incredulously at Alexa.

"I thought we were baking a cake, not type two diabetes, you heathen," Lucy criticized, refocusing her attention on the cooking instructions. Alexa rolled her eyes, walking over to their cupboard and pulling out the required ingredients, annoyed by her smart-ass of a sister. "-what the hell is this?" she turned around and saw Lucy eyeing the flour.

"It's flour, the stuff that Hepburn screamed at because she thought it was cocaine." "I know that, genius, but why is it bread flour?"

"Well what's the difference, Einstein?" Alexa retorted, resisting the instinctual urge to punch her in the face otherwise Kurt and Blaine would ground her until she's fourty. Lucy pursed her lips, placing both of her hands on her hips.

"The difference, is that your numbskull of brain chose bread flour—which is specifically used for bread hence the goddamn name, instead of the all-purpose flour—which can be used for ALL. PURPOSES. Look it up, imbecile."

"It's flour. Flour, Lucy," Alexa said exasperatingly, knowing that her sister won't step out from an argument.

"It's Papa's birthday and he clearly wouldn't want his cake to be rock hard solid. Bread flour yields a completely consistency than all-purpose flour-"

"If you're such a skilled baker than why don't you do it by yourself, know-it-all?! Ain't nobody got time listening to you yap about the world of wheat." "Oh that's perfectly fine, good luck trying to find Papa a gift that will surmount my vanilla pound cake!" Lucy teased, smirking at her sister's angry exit towards the door.


"What about this bowtie?"

"Gave it to him on our sixth wedding anniversary."

"What about this one?"

"Last New Year's Eve."

"What about this—"

"27th birthday."

Hepburn sighed, putting away all of the expensive bowties back on the rack. Kurt looked at her sympathetically, rubbing her back.

"I'm sorry. I really appreciate your help, I guess I don't know how to wow an amazing person like your Papa," Kurt said thoughtfully. Hepburn looked at her distressed father and shrugged.

"You wow him all the time, Dad," Hepburn said, thinking of all the times her Papa gushed about Kurt whenever he wasn't around. "No bowties, blazers, or Katy Perry albums can ever express the love that you have for him. He doesn't need any of those things because he loves you." Kurt looked at his daughter, shocked at the wise words that came out her very mouth. "I don't know what any of those things I said meant, can you give me a recap, Dad?" He smiled, pulling her close and kissing her forehead.

"Want to go grab some lunch?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Well how about we go to that section first?" Hepburn suggested, pointing at the intimates section on display. Kurt's eyes widened at the idea, but was actually considering it, thinking of the fun that he and Blaine could have. But I can't do this in front of my child...

"Sweetheart, how about you go buy us some coffee?" Kurt asked, reaching in to his wallet.

"Yeah, sure. Grande non-fat mocha. You know, it was really cool that they named that order after Ariana Grande! She's pretty talented, but she's no Bernadette!" she said, taking the twenty dollar bill from Kurt, walking to Starbuck's just across this store. Kurt smiled at his silly and impulsive child, before hastily going through the pile of lingerie.

Try topping this present Mr. Hummel-Anderson.


Lucy mixed the batter very thoroughly, determined to spite her sister. After putting in the ingredients, being extremely cautious of the proportions. Using her advanced mathematician skills, she managed to mix the ingredients in the correct proportions, taking the bowl in her hands and pouring them on the baking pan. Papa's so going to love this, she thought.

"Hey sissy," Alexa greeted, walking up the stairs with a paper bag in her hand.

"Hello, what do you have in the bag? Your dignity?" Lucy snorted. Alexa sneered at the comment.

"No, yours actually," she retorted. "It's a bag of cronuts." Lucy paused in the middle of heating the oven, looking at her sister. "You know, the things that Papa constantly binged on during our trip to New York. But as we all know, Dad is a major health freak so he forbid him from bringing any home. Well, I know a guy, I know a place, and here I am, about to kick your ass." Lucy eyed her evil sister, and took a step forward.

"Papa sure loves cronuts," Lucy said calmly, earning a triumphant nod from Alexa. "Maybe a little too much. You see, he was so obsessed with them that Dad even considered sending him to a rehabilitation due to the drastic weight gain Papa had afterwards. If Dad knew that you were the one to get him re-hooked on the tasty and delectable pastry that could have potentially gotten him qualified to star in TLC's 'My 600 LB Life', he would ground you, kick you out, and probably force you to move in with Auntie Rachel and Uncle Finn," Lucy said deadpanned, walking over to her cake that was currently being baked. Alexa looked at the bag of cronuts, thinking, damn it, I don't wanna move in with that egotistical, big-nosed freak of a woman.

"Alright, alright. You win," Alexa complied coolly, putting the bag down and lifting her hands up in surrender. "I guess we can give your dumb and stupid cake to Papa when he gets home." Lucy eyed her sister up and down reluctant to believe what she is hearing. She chuckled to herself in victory, murmuring, "imbecile" as she walked to the bathroom. Once she left, Alexa smirked to herself and walked up to the oven. She readjusted all the knobs, turning them and hoping the cake will combust before her smart sister finds out.


Blaine was exhausted. It was a lot of responsibility being the new principal of Dalton Academy and the Chief Coach for the Warblers. He had to attend every staff meeting, lasting for an eternity, when all he wanted was to go home to his three amazing kids and beautiful husband.

As he shut the car door, the smell of smoke brimming from the open kitchen window. Sprinting to the front door, he fumbled with his keys before opening the lock and slamming the door open, welcomed by the screaming of his daughters and the sound of the fire alarm going off.

"So you decided to risk the personal welfare of this damn house so you can get your revenge on me, well done, Alexa, WELL DONE," Lucy snarled, clapping her hands slowly, clearly showing sarcasm in her tone.

"You ate the cronuts?! How could you?! I worked my ass off to get those for Papa!" Alexa growled.

Blaine stormed up the stairs, crossing his arms. "What the hell is going on in here?!" he fumed, grabbing the attention of his two bickering daughters. Their eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh lord, why does it smell like smoke in—" Kurt paused as he walked inside, taking notice of his spouse and children, along with the burnt cake on the counter. Hepburn hid her present behind her back when she saw Blaine.

Initially furious, Blaine glanced at the now black pound cake and the expressions of guilt written on Alexa and Lucy's faces. His face softened, grabbing their shoulders and pulling them close.

"You guys almost burnt down this family household for me?" he teased.

Lucy sighed, burying her face in Blaine's neck in shame. "That wasn't really the intention, I was actually quite the baker," she murmured, glaring at her sister. Alexa refused to look at her, still angry about the cronut incident. Blaine chuckled at the rivalry between the two, ruffling their hairs and walking up to Kurt.

"Why hello, beautiful," Blaine greeted, receiving a "happy birthday" and a kiss on the cheek from his husband. "Whatcha got for me, kiddo?" Hepburn gave him his present happily, excited for him to open it. Blaine laughed and hugged his daughter, lifting her up and spinning around.

"SHE GOT HIM CRONUTS?!" Alexa choked incredulously while Lucy laughed. The troublemaker glared at her sister, before chasing her around the kitchen in fury.


"I have to be quite honest with you, this was not planned whatsoever. But the whole idea kind of dawned on me when Hepburn pointed it out at the mall," Kurt said once all the kids went to bed. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, pulling the older man on top of him.

"What is it?" he asked. Kurt smirked seductively, taking Blaine's hand and rested them on the waistline of his pants. Blaine slowly pulled them, suddenly revealing something that caused his breath to hitch.

Red lace.

Fuck.

Kurt smiled as Blaine groped his ass through the fabric. They swiftly connected their lips together, muffling their moans as they grinded their hips together. Blaine rolled them over, now hovering over Kurt and pinning him down the mattress...

And that's how Kurt became the reigning champion for the best birthday present ever.

...

"AW NO, ARE THEY DOING THE FRICKLE-FRACKLE AGAIN?!"


I really hope you enjoyed the story! I will start working on Chapter 2 some time in the next two days.

Reviews are always encouraged and might get me to update quicker ;)

Thank you for reading! :)