"Mmmm this is nice…" Kurt says, as he leans back into Blaine's chest, cuddling on the couch. The room is dimly lit, they have half full glasses of red wine sitting on the coffee table, and soft music is playing in the background. They know times like this are rare, what with having full time jobs and a teenage in the house, but when they do come around they cherish them.
Blaine kisses his neck, slowly and sensually, "I know, it's so quiet…I love you…" He traces the matching wedding band on his left hand, smiling as he reminisces all the wonderful memories of that day, from the ceremony to the first dance… to the wedding night…
"I love you too." Kurt breathes, with a cute blissed out smile, looking at his gorgeous husband. He leans up a little for a gentle kiss, which Blaine happily gives. It's chaste but soft and oh so loving, everything Kurt needs, but their bubble of serenity is interrupted by their teenage daughter.
"I'm going out!"
Blaine is suspicious from the moment she walks briskly by the living and calls out to her, "Wait there young lady! Come here." By this point Blaine is now standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips, triangle eyebrows raised, as he waits for Libby to appear.
She pops her head round the door, innocent smile in place, as she stares at her daddy, "Yes?"
"Uh uh, in here now."
She knows it's a lost cause, so she steps fully into the room fully prepared for the wrath. "Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson! Get upstairs now and change, don't you dare think you're going out with a skirt that short!"
"What? It's not that bad!" She says as she looks down at the skirt, smoothing out the material to make it appear longer.
"Not that bad?! How can you call that a skirt? It's a scrap of material hanging off your waist!"
She just sighs, and holds her head in her hands, fully done with this, "Papa, back me up on this."
"Don't play us against each other, he supports me on this, right Kurt?"
"Well…"
"What?!"
"It's not that short. I was with her in the mall whe-"
"YOU BOUGHT IT FOR HER?!"
"Honey, calm down. She's sixteen, god knows wha-"
"I'll change."
Both of them turn in surprise, almost as if they forgot she was there, and just stare at her in utmost surprise. This is the daughter that managed to gain every diva trait from Kurt, and can throw a fit anytime something won't go her way. "You'll what?" Blaine asks, bewildered.
"I'll change." She says, ever so sweetly. And with that she spins on her heel and goes up to her room.
"Wha…what? She'll change?"
"Honey, don't question it just accept it." Kurt says, putting his arms around Blaine's slim waist.
"Yeah… yeah you're right. Yeah. You know what? I put my foot down, and she listened." He says this with a smug grin.
"Okay father of the year settle down."
Blaine just smacks Kurt's arm playfully before they settle back on the couch, and not before long Libby is back down the stairs, now in jeans, and waves her goodbye again. "Bye, have a nice time."
"Don't stay out too late!"
He is met with the sound of the front door slamming.
"Blaine stop worrying, you already lectured her on her skirt."
He shrugs, "I don't care. I don't want some boy to get the wrong idea."
"She's a smart girl. Trust her."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh man. I can't believe I actually got her to listen." He says still amazed.
"Oh honey…" Kurt laughs, where he is safely nuzzled against Blaine's chest. "You know she's just got her skirt in her bag and is going to change when she's out right?"
Blaine's eyes widen. Shit.
Fin.