A/N: I'm off to camp for the whole week in about 2 hours, so no uploads for the whole week. This is a teaser chapter for the SEQUEL TO DADDY LESSONS OMG. Haha. We finished writing 'Daddy Lessons' and went... 'We're writing a sequel. Now.' We'll properly start it when I return, but here's just a little something for you guys now :D
Rating: T
I remember the day, years ago, that I made my daddy a promise.
It was my first ever promise, the only promise made to my daddy that I ever kept. I promised him, at eight years old, that I wouldn't get married until I was at least the same age that he was, when he got married.
So here I am, barely a week past my twentieth birthday, trying to hide how nervous I am as I stand in front of the full length mirror in one of the backrooms of the church. This wasn't practice anymore, this was real, I thought, vaguely ignoring my bridesmaids as they fussed protectively over my dress, my hair, my make-up, double checking that every fold, every strand was perfect.
I adjust my bodice, checking carefully in the mirror, helping my Maid of Honour lower the veil over my hair, lifting it away from my face.
Just then, a knock came at the door, and I watched through the mirror as my father, my daddy, opened it. I watched as his jaw practically dropped as he finally saw me in my dress, smiling a little shyly.
He stepped across to my side, carefully avoiding the dresses and flowers left everywhere, one hand lifting to gently touch my curls, the ones so much like his own, leaning down to kiss my cheek, careful not to smudge my make-up.
"You look beautiful." he sighed, gently brushing my cheek with his hand as I blushed, unable to help myself.
Gingerly, he lifted the veil, moving it to cover my face, offering me his arm like a true gentleman as someone handed me my bouquet.
I smiled, placing my hand on his arm, nerves suddenly forgotten.
"Ready my Princess?"
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My dad's have always told me stories about when I was younger. When I was cute, innocent, and not too much trouble. That soon changed...
This is their story, the way they always told it to me.
"Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine!" Kurt cried, excitedly bouncing up and down with the phone pressed to his ear. "Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!"
"And hi to you too. What's going on?" Blaine was eating lunch, on break at work, starting to get excited about Kurt's news despite the fact that he had no idea why Kurt was so happy.
"Blaine! Blaine! BlaineBlaineBlaineBlaine!" Kurt squealed.
Blaine was used to Kurt being like this, usually he had to hang up on him and call him back in a couple of minutes, after he'd had a chance to calm down a little. So he did just that.
He chuckled to himself, going back to his magazine. Seconds later, his phone buzzed again. That was weird. Kurt didn't normally call back.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow, hitting the 'end call' button again. If Kurt was that excited, he'd never get a coherant sentence out.
A few more seconds passed, and the phone buzzed once more. Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. If it was that important...
He answered it.
"Blaine!" Kurt scolded. "How dare you hang up on me? I have news!"
Blaine chuckled. "Sorry baby. Tell me."
"We're pregnant!"
Blaine was getting the strangest feeling of deja vu.
"What?"
Kurt laughed. "The adoption papers went though. I got confirmation today!"
Blaine's heart almost stopped. "Oh my god, are you serious?"
Kurt giggled. "Yes! Hold on, wait, I'll forward you the email!"
"Babe, I'm on break. I'll have to check after class, but oh my god!"
"I know! When are you coming home?"
Blaine grinned as the bell went. "Normal time, Kurt. Like always."
Kurt sighed heavily. "I know...but I want you home now!"
"Haven't you got work today too?"
"Yeah, I'm at work."
Blaine chuckled as he started heading for the music block, grinning widely. "Alright, well I have to talk later, but I'm super-excited. I'll see you when I get home, okay?"
"Alright, I love you."
"Love you too."
Blaine hung up, grinning widely as he stepped into the practice room, where his 2pm guitar lesson students were waiting.
^.^
When Blaine returned home, Kurt was waiting expectantly with a giant grin on his face. He launched himself at Blaine as soon as the man walked in the door, not even giving him the chance to put down his guitar.
"Hi!" Blaine grinned, setting his guitar down carefully, Kurt's arms still around him.
"Hey baby-daddy." Kurt grinned, planting a kiss on his lips.
"Have you talked to the adoption centre again?" Blaine asked, dropping his bag.
"Nope. I was waiting for you." he grinned
"We should do that now."
Kurt squealed, nodding and jumping up to the phone, quickly dialling the adoption service number. He put it on loudspeaker, sitting it on the counter and leaning towards it, grinning at Blaine. Blaine grinned back, grabbing his hand as someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi! We got an email earlier today confirming our adoption papers..."
"Oh! You're Kurt or Blaine?"
"Both!" Blaine called and the woman laughed.
"Well, you've got one more interview that we need to conduct - just to make sure you're not going to abandon the child and to make sure you're ready for this commitment."
Blaine laughed. "We've been waiting for this day for over a year...we're definitely ready."
"Alright, we still have to make sure." she chuckled. "So we need to make an appointment - what day will you guys be free?"
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance. "Saturday?"
There was a pause. "Sounds good! How about...3pm? "
"Yes!"
"Alright, see you in tomorrow!"
"Thank you! Bye!"
Kurt hung up and let out another squeal, leaping up into Blaine's arms. Blaine grinned up at him, pecking at his lips.
"We're getting a baby..." Kurt whispered, planting his feet back on the floor and spinning them around giddily.
They spun around in circles, giggling and laughing until Blaine finally stopped them.
"Let's stop. I might throw up." Blaine half-giggled, sinking down into one of the arm chairs.
Kurt gasped. "You throw up, I need to call Carole!"
"Gee, thanks."
A/N: It's unfinished, because it's a teaser, but it gives you something to look forward to.
