Who Was Daddy Kissing?

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own glee, nor do I own Kurt or Blaine. But I do own their children, Alexandra and Darren.

Warning: Extreme fluff, boy kisses, and some language


"Hey Daddy, Pops" a 16 year old Alexandra walked into the den where her dads were doing work. She plopped onto the couch where her brother was playing a game on his phone. "So, um, I have a question."

Kurt looked up from the article of clothing he was working on, "Sure, what's up sweetheart?" He elbowed Blaine.

Blaine put down the papers he was trying to grade, he was a writer/teacher and he was always off writing or grading something.

"Remember when Darren and I were little and one Christmas, we caught you kissing 'Santa?' Well, who was Santa, because it wasn't Pops, he was in the room when we went in."

Darren nodded at his phone; he continued to play his game before his sister took his phone away and put it in her pocket.

Blaine and Kurt chuckled. Blaine said, "It actually was me."

Their teenagers gave them a look. "Come on, stop lying Pop. He obviously cheated on you," their 14 year old son, said.

Kurt laughed. "It really was him though; when you two started to run up the stairs, I pushed him out onto the fire escape and he ruined the Santa suit with snow and mud."

"Didn't the two of you ever notice that I was out of breath? It was because I had raced up the fire escape to make sure the both of you didn't get to our room before I did, just to make sure you two still believed in Santa."

Alexandra stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Oh shut up Darren," Darren was snickering on the couch; he had told her that, but nooo she didn't listen.

Kurt and Blaine glanced at the thing glittering on her tongue. "You got your tongue pierced after we had said no?" They yelled at her.

"You guys fucked up my childhood, it's the least you should of let me get my tongue pierced!"

Kurt stood up. "Go to your room now!" he shouted to Alexandra as she stomped up the stairs.

"ALREADY AM!" she screamed back.

Blaine looked at Darren who was now in hysterics, "And you, stop laughing." He hit him on top of the head with his papers.

"Abuse," he said laughing softly. "I'm going for a run in case you need me." Darren started to walk outside as Kurt sat next to Blaine.

"We didn't fuck up her life? Did we?"

Blaine shook his head and put his arms around Kurt. "No of course not, she's just upset at us for saying no to the tongue piercing then getting upset with her when she did it. I wonder where she got it from?" he teased Kurt softly.

He snuggled into Blaine's side. "You better be right. What are we going to do for her punishment?"

"Well I think us finally telling her Santa when she was 4, was me, is enough of a punishment for her."

"Blaine." He gave him a look.

Blaine chuckled. "We'll talk about it later, let me just enjoy cuddling with my husband."


Author's Note:

Hey guys, so I decided to write the sequel, it kinda sucks, but I also rushed it, so that's why. Please review, I love rewiews, it feeds my little writing monster in my head.

Xoxo, Thera