A/N - A requested one again. Thanks for all the ideas - I love them all, but I have place for one at a time. I hope you enjoy!

"No!" came the shout from Abigail's room, "Not happening Papa! Not in a million years, no!"

Kurt forced his eyes open and sat on the bad. He came back from work at four AM, and why in hell couldn't Blaine just dress their daughter and take her to school, quietly?

"Take that away Papa, I'm not wearing it. No! DADDY!" the girl sounded like she was willing to lose her voice shouting.

Kurt looked for his slippers and got out of the bad, heading to the bathroom. He has never heard his daughter going crazy like that and he had to fix that. He had to go back to sleep. Like, about, NOW.

When Kurt got out of the bathroom he went slowly to the room. The screams where mostly 'no's and Abigail's voice was getting louder with every shout. Blaine stood in the middle of the room looking frustrated, holding skinny black jeans in his hand. Abigail was hiding now under her blanket.

Kurt looked for Blaine's eyes, and gave him a what-the-hell look. Blaine shrugged, and he could see he was sorry for waking him up. How could anyone be mad at this angel?

\he got closer to the bed and put his hand on what seemed to be Abigail's back.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Daddy!" the girl whispered and came out of the blankets, "Papa wants me to wear this thing and it totally doesn't go well with my shirt, and I am NOT wearing it!"

She was shouting again and Kurt was losing it. His headache was major and he can't hear it anymore.

"Okay!" now Kurt was shouting. "Blaine get out and make this breakfast so you eat and get out of here the moment she's ready. And you, young lady, are going to get dressed. With whatever!"

Kurt stormed out of the room, and Abigail was left alone in her room. She stared at the clothes left on her bedside table, and picked one up.

After she got dressed, she stormed out of her own room, still upset. She sat to the table and ate quietly.

"I walk to school today!" she said angrily, grabbed her backpack and raced out of the kitchen.

Blaine looked at the closed door, and then at Kurt, and Burst out laughing.

"What in the name of Marc Jacobs is so funny? I slept for THREE hours. Three Blaine! And you laughing you arse off!"

Blaine waited until he relaxed a bit, and kissed Kurt. "She's just like you…"

A/N - Any ideas for age nine?