Hey guys! Yes, I know I stole from Hocus Pocus, but I just couldn't resist. :D
Come little Children
Blaine shut the door to the house. He could hear Kurt fumbling around in the kitchen. It was still too quiet, no screaming children, no crashes or bangs. Walking into the kitchen, he leaned on the doorframe and watched his husband quietly.
"Are the kids gone?" he asked.
Kurt turned and smiled at him. Blaine loved Kurt's smile, it lit up the entire room. Slipping his shoes off, and shedding his coat and tie, he looked at Kurt, with his trademark smirk. Padding carefully down the hallway, he could hear the giggles of children.
He started to sing, just loud enough for them to hear.
Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The times come to play
Here in my garden of magic
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Reaching the end of the hallway, he opened the bedroom door.
Blaine smiled. He could see four feet sticking out from under the bed; the whispering and giggles also gave them away. He moved to the other side of the bed, and looked under the bed.
"DADDY!" the sound almost shattered his eardrums. Two children lay on their stomachs beneath the bed.
A boy with blond hair that fell over his eyes, smiled back at him, Toronto, the older of the two. Next to him, sat his little sister Dani, who was eight, two years younger than her brother, Dani had long wavy brown hair that ended at her waist, she looked most like Blaine. She wore a witch's hat, while her brother wore a sailor's cap.
Crawling from underneath the bed, she smiled.
"Why were you singing daddy?" she asked.
"Why wouldn't I? It's what I do isn't it?" he looked at her over the rimes of his glasses.
"I suppose so." She said fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
He loaded them both on his back, and proceeded to run down the hallway. This ended in all three of them in a pile on the floor, the kids crawling all over Blaine.
Later on that night, as he was putting them to bed Dani said, "I still don't understand why you sing all the time, daddy."
He tucked her in gently, and said "I sing because it makes people happy, it makes me happy, Papa happy, Toronto happy, and you happy."
"You sing to make people happy? Almost like a clown?"
He chuckled. "Yes, just like a clown."
Dani went to sleep that night dreaming of her father as a singing clown, in front of an audience, all with smiles on their faces.
She never questioned why her daddy sang so much, ever again.