A/N: Prompted to write about Klaine being pageant Daddies. Since I couldn't see either of them ever actually subjecting their children to that, this is what I came up with. Enjoy! Rated G. Wanna hear more about my Daddies!Klaine headcanon? Come visit me on my tumblr! URL is the same as my ffnet username.

"Kurt! Oh my God, Kurt, come look!"

Kurt came jogging around the corner into the living room just as their three year old daughter Stella slipped her Papa's Ray Ban's back onto her nose and posed, sticking her hip out and pouting her lips at where Blaine was kneeling on the floor, camera at the ready.

"Haha, Stellie, you look like a movie star! Blow a kiss!" Blaine sat back onto the floor and clicked away at the camera, capturing image after image of their daughter. They had taken to letting her pick out her own outfits lately and today she had decided to wear her favorite zebra print t-shirt over the midnight blue velvet party dress that Kurt had made for her for Christmas. To this already very stylish combo, she had added a pair of polka dot patterned tights and her Papa's black sunglasses.

"Daddy, will you put my hair in piggy tailies 'afore I eat breakfast?"

"Of course, little button nose." Blaine set the camera down and held his hands out to Stella. She skipped over happily and flopped down into his lap, sticking her thumb in her mouth as she cuddled against his chest. Blaine chuckled, stroking her silky chestnut hair. "Why you don't tell Papa what you'd like to have for breakfast this morning?"

"Pancakes?" Stella gazed up at Kurt hopefully, ruffling her skirt as she gave him her best smile. Kurt sighed and bent down, scooping his daughter up off the floor and settling her high against his chest.

"Okay. But only if you help me make them. And we simply must find you some lovely shoes to go with this outfit. I'm loving the blue!" Kurt pecked her on the cheek and turned back to where his husband was still sprawled on the floor, gazing up at them affectionately. "Wanna go grab her brush and some clips so you can do her hair while I cook the pancakes?"

"Absolutely." Blaine hauled himself up off the floor and moved forward to wrap them both up in a hug, kissing Kurt firmly on the cheek before heading off to get the things from Stella's bedroom.

"Daddy! Daddy, wait!" Stella shoved on Kurt's shoulder, pushing herself forward so she could catch her Daddy's attention properly. Blaine stuck his head back out around her door frame. "What's up, babydoll?"

"Can I has the clippies with the sparklies on 'em?"

"Oh, but of course! They'll go perfectly with Papa's sunglasses!" Blaine giggled, ducking back inside the room.

"Oh, ha ha," Kurt called after him. "I'll remember this moment next time she wants to try on your engagement ring and almost sends it down the kitchen sink again."

"You cannot compare sunglasses to my engagement ring, Kurt Hummel. That is just not fair at all." Blaine joined them in the kitchen, setting the hair things down on the counter. "Sentimental value and how I'd wallow in misery for years and all that."

Kurt paused in the process of pulling out pancake ingredients from the cupboards and turned around to eye his husband affectionately. "I love you."

Blaine grinned and leaned against the counter next to him. "And I love you, my darling."

He pressed his lips to Kurt's for a moment before they both felt tiny hands on their faces, shoving them away from each other. Stella was yelling indignantly in their ears. "It is not time for kissies, it is time for pancakes! Pancakes please, Papa!"

Kurt chuckled and set her down on the counter top. He kissed the top of her head. "Anything for my princess."