This idea may have been thought of before. Though I can't be sure. Oh well. It seems, much like in the Harry Potter fandom's Rose/Scorpious pairing, that in my head these two have no choice but to fall in love. It's destined, written in the stars practically! I'm on a dramatic kick, can you tell? :)
Chapter 1- Five
"Are you sure you're ready for him to be in kindergarten?" Blaine asked, a whiny tone seeping into his voice. "I mean, we can wait a year or two-"
"Blaine," Kurt smiled. "Seriously. He's five years old, I think it's time for him to go to school."
"But..." Blaine pouted. "He's my baby."
"He's my baby, too," Kurt said, patting Blaine's hair absentmindedly from where they were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. The kids were in bed and they finally had some alone time. "But he needs to go to school, you know that."
"I know," Blaine pouted. "I know."
"Daddies?" A small voice was heard from the direction of the stairs. Living in a townhouse in New York did have it's advantages; you could always hears when one of the kids was upset.
"Yes, Tor?" Kurt called out.
"I had a bad dream..." Toronto pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. As Blaine was his biological father, he inherited a lot of traits from him. The curly hair (that Kurt had to tussle with every time he gave the kid a bath), the hael eyes, the complexion, the bright personality, the bushy eyebrows. But the one thing he'd inherited from his biological mom was his pout. Lord knows it worked on Blaine every time.
"Come here, baby," Blaine said groggily, half asleep and curled up underneath Kurt's arm. Toronto climbed into their laps and looked curiously onto what they were watching.
"What is she doing?" He asked curiously, referring to where a dressed-up Audrey Hepburn was eating a pastry outside of Tiffany's. "Why is she in front of the jewelry store?"
"She's eating breakfast at Tiffany's," Kurt smiled.
"Can we do that one day?" Toronto asked.
"If we can get your little sister out of bed," Blaine grinned, referring to their one year old daughter, Juliet, who was sound asleep in her crib.
"Juls always wakes up before me!" Toronto giggled. "That's silly."
"We know," Kurt said. The three continued to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's silently. Toronto began yawning. "Ready for bed again, buddy?" Kurt asked.
"Mmhmm..." he yawned again.
"Blaine, please go put him in bed..." Kurt smiled sweetly. Blaine shook his head and stood, scooping the shorter-than-average boy into his arms, carrying him to bed.
"...and I have a red backpack, and a red lunchbox, and even red sneakers!" Toronto exclaimed happily to his little sister, who simply shrieked and threw her apple sauce onto the floor.
"Juliet..." Blaine scolded, cleaning up her mess. She simply laughed and clapped her hands, thrilled that she did something bad. Blaine rolled his eyes and gave her the sippy cup, and she drank from it, still grinning. Breakfast seemed to be a daily struggle, nowadays.
"Are you ready for us to take you to school, Tor?" Kurt asked, sipping his coffee.
"Yeah!" He said, running around the kitchen.
"No running in the house!" Kurt reminded, grabbing Tor's hand. "Blaine, are you and Juls coming?"
Blaine, who was struggling to get the toddler into her shoes, nodded. "Yeah, one second," he smiled, picking up the small girl. Her wavy light brown hair was in a ponytail and she was babbling excitedly. "Dada! Dada!" She smiled.
"Let's go then," Kurt breathed, and they left the townhouse to make the dreaded walk to Toronto's elementary school. Both men felt a little teary-eyed at the prospect of letting their little boy go, but they knew it had to be done. When reaching the colorful building a few streets away from the townhouse, Toronto began jumping excitedly.
"Look at the playground, Daddies! Look!" He hollered, pointing to the bright blue and red playground. "It has my favorite color!"
"Yes, it's red," Blaine smiled. "We're going to take you to your teacher, okay? I'm sure Ms. Hawkins will be wonderful."
"Like in Treasure Planet?" Toronto asked, referring to his favorite Disney movie at the time.
"Yes," Kurt laughed. "Her name is like Treasure Planet."
They opened the large doors leading into the clean school and found Kurt's classroom, the door of it covered in different colored crayons with each student's name in it. Toronto's was red, to his excitement and awe. He pointed to it, wide eyed. "She knows my favorite color!"
"Look, yours is next to a yellow crayon and a blue crayon," Blaine pointed out. "Can you read the names?" He always liked to show off how smart Toronto was. He could read already, a fact Blaine was incredibly proud off. He planned to start him off on the Harry Potters soon.
"The blue one says...Ma...Maia?" He tried, and Kurt nodded.
"Look, honey, your name is on a yellow crayon," a familiar voice said, and Blaine felt chills run up his spine. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be.
Blaine turned around to come face to face with a person he thought he'd never have to see again. Sebastian Smythe and Dave Karofsky were standing there, hand in hand with an adorable little blonde girl, with the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. "Sebastian," he said through gritted teeth.
"Blaine," a casual voice said. "Erm...nice to see you."
Blaine was taken aback. Since when was Sebastian nice? Sure, it had been ten years since they'd seen each other but still. The Sebastian he'd remembered was incredibly rude and arrogant.
"Hannah, let's go see your teacher now," Dave said, tugging on his little girl's hand. He didn't want any confrontation. Kurt sighed in relief at the move and took Blaine's hand.
However, Toronto had other ideas. "Hi, what's your name?" He asked the girl.
"I'm Hannah Smythe-Karofsky," she said, stumbling slightly over the complicated last name. "And I like yellow."
"I like red!" Toronto said. "My name is Toronto Hummel-Anderson. You have two last names too!"
"We both have two daddies," Hannah said matter-of-factly.
"Isn't it great?" Toronto said, jumping up and down. Hannah smiled and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go meet Ms. Hawkins!" She said. She had a slight stutter and a lisp, Blaine noted. Kurt smiled fondly at the two as they ran into the classroom.
"So much for being sad about leaving us..." Sebastian mumbled.
"They seemed to hit it off," Kurt said.
"I am not allowing my little boy to be friends with her!" Blaine protested.
"Oh, seriously," Dave rolled his eyes, "Both of us have changed for the better. Let go of what happened in high school."
Blaine was fuming. Kurt grabbe his husband's hand gently and led him away, muttering an apology on the way out.
"Do you like Barbies?" Hannah asked. Turns out, the two were sitting at the same table, along with two other kids named Maia and Avery.
"No, I like Power Rangers," he admitted. He hoped his new friend liked Power Rangers, too.
"Me too!" Hannah gasped. "Daddies and I watch it every Saturday morning! I'm always the yellow ranger."
"I'm the red one!" Toronto gasped. This was amazing! His friend liked Power Rangers too! "You like boy stuff!"
"But I don't like when daddy takes me to football games..." Hannah squinched up her nose. "I don't like it. It smells weird and he never lets me wear my favorite dress."
"My dads take me to fashion shows," Toronto muttered, pouting. His face lit up, though, when he said, "We should switch!" The two fell into giggles and the kind, young teacher quieted them sweetly before returning to showing them the letter A. Toronto looked at his new friend and giggled once more. He liked her a lot. They were best friends!
"How was school today?" Kurt asked around the dinner table that night.
"I have a best friend," Toronto said proudly. "Her name is Hannah and she likes Power Rangers and she doesn't like football games. We're gonna be best friends forever."
Blaine raised his eyebrows and Kurt shot him a warning look. "That's great, baby," Blaine smiled, looking at his son. He wouldn't let his feelings about the girl's parents affect his son's friendship. Hopefully, the friendship would be short-lived.
Review? Next chapter is aged six.
