Give it to me
Note: Hey, so I'm sure some of your have read my other story Hitting Harder, and I just wanted to let you know, there will be character differences, personality and appearance wise. Like Blaine's hair is gelled in this one! And Kurt is more like his season 1-3 self. Blaine is a mix of everywhere, but mostly his puppy self and the confident, older one of season 2-3.
Warning: Age-gap, sort of daddy kink/personality, alcohol, profanity, violence, and sexual references. Daddy!Blaine and Brat!Kurt.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Klaine would have never broken up if I owned glee. In fact the show would probably just be pure Klaine.
Chapter one
Kurt flipped open his mirror, adjusting his coif as he waited for his brother to pick him up from the airport. The beautiful male was completely aware of the stares he was receiving, winking at one of the cuter boys passing him after giving him a once over. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was now a high school graduate, fierce and fabulous once he got out of the loser crowd and joined the cheerios: Sue's golden boy and first ever McKinley High's male cheerleading captain.
"Kurt!" Said boy snapped his mirror closed before turning to the voice. Kurt just managed to brace himself before Finn tackled him into a bear hug.
"Finn! Put me down right now! If you ruin my hair I will cut you." Kurt seethed, getting out of the vice grip and straightening out his clothes. He checked his hair quickly.
"Sorry dude, just been a while." Finn grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"I told you never to call me that." Kurt tsked, rolling his eyes. But then he smiled gently, giving his brother a quick, but warm hug. "For the record, I missed you too." He then went snapped back to his normal attitude. "Grab my bags and lead me to the car, we're late enough meeting Quinn as it is." Kurt strutted towards the exit doors, leaving Finn to roll his eyes at the attitude before complying and piling the suitcases onto the trolley he bought over and following the 18 year old.
Kurt and his dad met Finn and Carole through Quinn after she came back to talk to Sue about their school reunion. Kurt was star-struck when he realized it was Quinn Fabray, the most talented cheerleader in McKinley High history. The two had talked and hit it off, along with Santana and Brittany, Kurt's best friends and fellow freshmen cheerleaders. While that was happening, Burt met Carole and the rest is history.
"So du-I mean Kurt, listen. Quinn said she's bringing a guest and asked if that was cool." Kurt hummed his consent, texting Santana back, not really paying attention. Finn shrugged and sent an affirmative to his wife before packing the suitcases in the car. "Why do you have so many bags?" Finn groaned.
"You're lucky I only brought those 5." Kurt scoffed. "I had to leave almost all my suits and jackets, and don't get me started on how many shoes I left behind. Dad's getting those sent over later." Kurt tsked. "The heavy one has my skin products and other beautifiers. The Burberry one has my pants, the Gucci one has my shoes, Prada has my shirts and Luis has my jackets and scarves. It's really not that much so I don't understand why you're complaining." Finn looked at Kurt like he'd gone mental, but Kurt just went back to texting.
"Oh... looks like the restaurant's been changed... woah... what is Quinn thinking?"
That piqued Kurt's interest. "What? Where is it?"
"...Daniel..." Finn muttered, scrunching his face slightly in confusion. Kurt blinked for a few moments before his mouth dropped open.
"Daniel!? Finn Hudson if you are joking I swear to God I will rip-" Kurt narrowed his eyes to slits and poked Finn in the chest.
"Woah woah dude, don't get so violent! I'm being serious!" He showed Kurt the text. Kurt grabbed it and stared at the text for a moment before squealing his heart out. Finn cringed.
"Oh. My. Gaga. I can't believe we're going to Daniel's restaurant. I can't wait to rub it in Satan's face." he smirked, typing rapid succession after casually tossing Finn his phone back. The boy caught it and frowned at the other brunette before staring at his phone once again in confusion.
'How... am I gonna pay for this?' Finn scratched his head. Another text came in, as if replying to his thoughts.
'Hi sweetie. I realized you might be freaking out a little so I wanted to inform you that Blaine said it was on him because he was imposing. That's why he changed the place.'-Q
'...Imposing...' Finn shrugged off the word before letting out a shaky breath at the words 'it was on him'. So he wouldn't go into debt. That's great.
"Step on it Finn!" Kurt snapped, glaring at the older male. He gulped and nodded, starting up the car. No one gets in the way of Kurt Hummel and France... and clothes and shoes and dance and performing and hairstyling and skin care and broadway, definitely not broadway, and- "Finn!" They drove off.
Kurt watched in awe as they passed streets and landmarks he only ever dreamed of seeing. His eyes were wide, taking in as much as they could in the drive, rolling his eyes at the traffic that cost them 30 whole minutes. Finn informed him that they were lucky it was only 30 minutes and he shook his head in disbelief. 'One of the things to get used to.' Kurt guessed.
Finally, they pulled up to the restaurant and Kurt buzzed like a hummingbird, taking in the beautifully styled décor, going ahead as Finn sorted out everything with the receptionist... and security. Kurt mentally rolled his eyes at his brother and his usual drabs... he wished he wore his Prada Jeans instead of the Channel ones. Luckily he managed to trade his regular scarf for the Burberry one in the car.
"This way, monsieur." The waiter gestured, bowing slightly. He was dressed impeccably in a black suit, that seemed custom tailored, and Kurt couldn't help but appreciate the cut.
"Ah, merci becoup." Kurt said in a perfect french accent, flashing the man a charming smile as he confidently strutted towards their table. Quinn was standing there to greet him and he enveloped her in a warm hug. "Hey Q, I missed you so much." Quinn smiled back, hugging tightly. Tears pricked the two sibling in laws' eyes before they collected themselves.
"Kurt, I have someone I want you to meet." Quinn spoke as she drew back. Kurt raised a brow at the mischievous twinkle in her eyes before opening his mouth to respond. But he was cut off.
"You must be Kurt." The velvety voice sent tingles down his spine at the richness of it's sound. Slowly Kurt turned to look at the owner of that strikingly familiar tone and froze, mouth dropping open, star-struck.
Well there you have it people, hoped you liked it. Let me know what you think :) Oh and please give me a heads up if I screwed up somewhere grammar/spelling wise.