A/N: So I know I'm WAY past Thanksgiving but this idea came to me last night.

AU Daddy!Klaine

Hope you enjoy it!


Kurt stepped inside, welcoming the warmth that hit his skin after being out in the cold. He slid his coat from his shoulders, hanging it up in the coat closet to his left.

"Honey, I'm home!"

No pattering feet like he'd expected. Actually, there wasn't a single sound. Where were the two loves of his life? Maybe Blaine was giving their daughter another performance in the music room…

Kurt walked down the hallway after turning right, through the living room, past the dining room and kitchen, toward the music room at the end of the hallway. As he approached he kept vigilant for any stray sounds, tinkling piano keys or maybe guitar strings being strummed. He heard nothing. To be certain he peaked inside, but no people populated the room.

He pondered where else they could be. He decided to check Lizzie's bedroom upstairs. They could be having a tea party with her stuffed animals.

On his way to the stairs, a giggle reached his ears. Kurt stopped, trying to find the source of the sound. As luck would have it, the giggling continued, unknowingly leading Kurt to his daughter. He followed the sound to his crafts room on the other side of the house next to the garage. The craft room was where Kurt kept the supplies he used to design, whether it be clothes or a centerpiece he'd seen on a DIY show. When Lizzie became old enough to walk around on her own, Kurt had constructed a safe corner of the room for her to play in.

He was just about to open the door when a voice reached his ears from inside the room.

"Daddy, do you think PopPop will like my present?"

Kurt could already see the reassuring smile Blaine would have on his face.

"Of course, sweetheart. Your PopPop loves every present you give to him."

There sounded some papers being shuffled around followed by little feet padding on the tile floor. Kurt knew Lizzie would now be sitting in her daddy's lap, big brown eyes looking up at him while Blaine looked adoringly at the little girl.

"Do you think he'll like your present too?"

"I sure hope so."

The thought of two presents had Kurt opening the door before he even realized it. Just as he had imagined, Lizzie sat comfortably in Blaine's lap, the two of them making an adorable sight.

"Did I hear something about presents?"

Lizzie's head snapped around at the sound of Kurt's voice. Within seconds her feet touched the floor and she ran to Kurt, jumping up and throwing her arms around him as he bent down to catch her.

"PopPop!" She placed a kiss on Kurt's cheek before speaking again. "I made you something! We learned about it in school, but I think mine is better."

Kurt chuckled. Perhaps she had received some genes from her biological mother after all. Her hair and eyes resembled Blaine to the T, but at times her diva attitude made an appearance, something they had decided was very Rachel.

Kurt laughed. "I'm sure. May I see it?"

"Of course, but you'll have to put me down first," she replied, as if explaining the laws of physics to a small child.

Kurt carefully placed her onto the floor and watched as she ran back to the table where she previously sat. He remained in the doorway, smiling at his daughter with the feeling he remembered his dad telling him about: a mix of pride, amusement, and unrestricted love.

"PopPop, you have to come over here and see it!"

"Of course, how silly of me," Kurt remarked. He moved to stand behind Lizzie, looking down at the table over her shoulder. What caught his eye caused him to smile. (It seemed his daughter had that affect on him.)

On the tabletop laid a hand-print cut from brown construction paper, each finger painted a different shade of orange or red. At the very top of each "feather," a spot of gold glitter outlined the edges. The thumb contained a beady eye, a taped on yellow beak, and a loop of red yarn portraying the turkey's wattle. Kurt noticed belatedly that the eye also had a few eyelashes.

"Is it a girl turkey?" he asked.

Lizzie looked up at him and nodded.

"It's very pretty," he said with a smile.

"Do you like it?"

Kurt nodded. "I love it."

"Yay!" She jumped up and hugged the highest part she could reach, which was Kurt's knee. He smiled and patted her on the back as he returned the hug from the awkward angle as best he could.

"Lizzie, why don't you go to your room and pick the pajamas you want to wear tonight? PopPop and I have some adult things to discuss before we put you to bed."

Lizzie looked between her fathers, her brows scrunched. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. We'll be up in a minute, okay? I promise."

With a final glance, the little girl hugged both parents before leaving the room.

"Come here," Blaine requested as soon as their daughter was out of sight. "I haven't seen you all day and I missed you."

Kurt laughed but obliged, taking the seat his daughter had recently vacated. A gasp left his mouth when Blaine suddenly grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. They shared a kiss, filling Kurt with a sense of being home that he loved.

"So where's my present?" he teased once they parted.

"It's right here," Blaine replied, waving an envelope just out of Kurt's reach.

"May I have it?"

"Well… I wasn't going to give this to you until after we returned from your parents' house following Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. But since you eavesdropped and kind of ruined my idea for a surprise… I guess I can let you see what it is now instead."

"Blaine."

"Hmm?"

"Envelope."

Blaine leaned away from Kurt's grabby hands. "I don't know…"

"Blaine," Kurt whined. "Come on, the suspense is killing me!"

"You just found out about the existence of your present less than five minutes ago, literally. How is the suspense already killing you?"

"Just give me my present."

"Alright, here." Blaine handed Kurt the white envelope and waited with baited breath as he watched his husband slide his finger beneath the flap. Kurt's wedding ring glinted in the light, causing an irrepressible smile to cross his lips.

Once Kurt had the envelope open, there was a moment of absolute silence. Kurt slowly turned his head to look into Blaine's eyes. Then, all at once, his arms were around Blaine's neck, squeezing while he squealed in excitement.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod Blaine! I can't believe this! Is this really?"

"Yep."

"And you?"

"I did."

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! This is so perfect! I have the best husband in the entire world!"

"I like to think we share that title," Blaine chuckled as Kurt continued to squeal.

Kurt pressed kiss after kiss to Blaine's temple, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelid, his forehead, and finally his lips. In his excitement he nearly missed, but Blaine corrected their course.

"Ewww, dad kisses," said a voice from the doorway.

Kurt pulled back, a blush taking over his face. Blaine merely smiled.

"Did he like the present, Daddy?"

"Yes, he did," Blaine answered, seeing as Kurt was still too embarrassed to speak a word.

"Can we read my bedtime story now?"

"Sure, we'll be up in just a second."

"Okay." Lizzie turned to walk away but before she left she declared, "Please hurry. I'm already sleepy."

When her Hello Kitty pjs were out of sight, Kurt buried his face in Blaine's neck and groaned. "How is she so smart? She's only six!"

Blaine chuckled and ran a hand down Kurt's back. "I think she gets it from you."

"Thank you for my present," Kurt murmured happily. "Tickets to see a Broadway show in London... London, Blaine!"

Blaine laughed. "I know, I know."

Kurt sighed and lifted his head. "We better not keep her waiting too long," he said. "I'd hate for her to fall asleep before we tuck her in."

The duo joined hands and left the room. When they stepped into their daughter's bedroom, her nightlight was on and she held a book in her hands. At the sight of her two fathers, she extended her arm and held the book out to Kurt.

Kurt smiled as he took the book, smiling wider as he recognized the faded cover. The light blue leather signified the book of stories his father had passed down to him, the same book his mother used to read to him from. Inside were stories in Elizabeth's handwriting, the stories of Kurt's childhood.

He and Blaine settled comfortably into the easy chair beside Lizzie's bed and Kurt began to read.

"Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a princess (the actual word was prince, but Kurt didn't think his mom would mind a noun or pronoun change here and there) who ruled over a magical city."

As he read, Lizzie's eyes drooped more and more until eventually her tiny breaths filled the air. Kurt closed the book quietly and looked at her. Inside him a rush of affection flew to his heart, accompanied by a soft longing.

As beautiful and perfect as their little girl was, Kurt couldn't help wanting a child that came to life because of him. He wanted a child, maybe a son, who had his blue-green eyes or his chestnut brown hair. He wanted someone to recognize him as the father the way people instantly knew with Blaine and Lizzie. Lizzie was growing up so quickly too…

Determined, Kurt decided he would bring up the topic with Blaine later tonight. After the discussion, if they both agreed, they would talk about it with Lizzie. Then they would think about the best time to start the process.

Kurt looked over to his husband and their eyes met. Blaine's orbs glistened with sincerity and love and in that moment Kurt knew there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.


A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Klaine forever and ever 3 who inspired me to update.