Oh yeah
Don't need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
'Cause it's my business
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused my mind is open
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don't ya stop, boy
Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout
- Ariana Grande
Chapter 4
Kurt woke up with a huge grin on his face. Today was the first day of Fashion Week and his all of his lines premiered today. It's a huge day for Hummelingbird.
Blaine was already gone for the day, but he still hoped that he would see his man at the show.
He quickly took a shower and ran through his skin care routine before going to the closet. In all of his adult life, he never shared his closet with anyone. It was strange to see his clothes mixed in with Blaine's. But it was a welcoming sight. He had achieved love in just a short time and he was happy about it. Even with having Kacey. Kurt loved being a dad and he knew he was going to love it even more when the babies came.
He walked over to his casual drag clothes. Mostly power suits or dresses. But was today a day he should be in drag all day? Probably not so he went over to his boy clothes. It was gonna be hard to find something to wear with this baby bump but he was gonna figure it out.
He decided on a new outfit he had just designed. A light blue, grey, and white diagonal block stripe body con dress. It was part of his drag maternity clothes.
He wasn't too hung up on tucking, but decided to go ahead and do it. Just in case he decided to change into something where the illusion of last bits would be needed. Once he was tucked and had a decent size breast plate on, he slid the dress on. It fit his body like a glove. His baby bump proudly sticking out.
Next was hair and makeup. Nothing too heavy because it was fashion week and he had to sit through four shows. All showcasing his four major lines. He thanked God he had perfect skin so doing his makeup wasn't hard. The hard part was deciding what wig to wear. Finally deciding on a chestnut colored wavy wig that stopped just below his shoulders.
Happy with his look, he took a few selfies. Posting them to both his Instagram accounts with the caption: "I guess we're ready for fashion week!"
He put his phone on the bed before leaving the room. He had to get Kacey ready and make sure Jeff was also ready. He headed down the hall towards Jeff's room, hearing the grunts before he even reached the door.
"How about we don't have super loud sex with my son down the hall." He yelled as he banged on the door.
Kurt continued down the hall to Kacey's room. Before he could open the door, Jeff's door opened and a just fucked Jeff stuck his head out. "Is it time to go already?"
Kurt turned and smirked at his best friend. "Yeah. Jules will be here in half an hour. So let's go." He didn't wait for a response. He walked in Kacey's room, seeing the sleeping toddler sprawled out on his little bed.
He walked over to the little boy, sitting on the side of the bed. "Kacey? Kacey, it's time to wake up sweetie." He rubbed the small child's back gently.
Kacey rolled over, rubbing his eyes as he looked up. A huge smile spread across his face. "Daddy Kurtie really pwetty! I wanna be pwetty!"
Kurt smiled, picking the boy up. "I'm sure we can make that work." He walked out the room and put Kacey down in front of the bathroom. "Go potty and I'll find something pretty for you to wear."
Kacey nodded, running in the bathroom. Kurt went back to Kacey's room and over to his closet. Grabbing a pair of shinny blue jeans and a grey short sleeve button up. He grabbed underwear from the dresser before going to the bathroom. He walked in and saw Kacey trying to climb on the toilet to wash his hands.
Kurt giggled, picking him to help. Kacey washed his hands before grabbing his toothbrush and brushed his teeth.
"Bath time?"
"You know it." Kurt ran the water in the tub before putting Kacey in. He washed everything three times (he changes the amount each time) before jumping out.
Kurt dried him off and lotioned him up before handing him the clothes. Kacey dressed quickly, turning to look at himself in the mirror. "I match daddy Kurtie!"
"Yes you do. Now let's go brush your hair."
Kacey walked back to his room, grabbing his hair brush and tried to brush his curls. "They no brush." He mumbled, pouting.
"That's because daddy Kurtie isn't helping. Watch." He grabbed the brush and gently ran the brush through the curls, careful not to completely flatten them. Once he was satisfied, he put the brush down and ran some moisturizer through the hair. "Shoes."
Kacey waddled over to his closet and grabbed his black Vans before grabbing socks. He plopped on the floor in front of Kurt, putting his socks on. Kacey concentrated to see which shoe went on which foot.
"Can I help?"
Kacey nodded.
Kurt grabbed the left shoe and put it on the left foot. He repeated the process with the right, and then tied them.
Kacey jumped up, giggling. "All done!"
"You are. Now to pack your bag." Kurt went back to the closet and grabbed the diaper bag they used when they had an all day outting. He put three outfits, extra underwear, and a jacket in there. He also added some toys. "To the kitchen."
Kacey ran out of his room, his curls bouncing as he did so. Kurt hoped these babies had Blaine's curls.
Kurt followed him downstairs. In the kitchen, Kacey had grabbed a banana and was trying to open it.
"Nana daddy Kurtie."
Kurt helped with the banana before going to grab some snacks. Fruit snacks, small bags of chips and few juices accompanied the clothes in the bag. He put the bag on the kitchen island, next to Kacey.
"I'll be right back. Don't move okay?"
Kacey nodded, banana shoved in his mouth.
Kurt went upstairs to his room, grabbing a pair of blue pumps, his wallet, phone and keys before walking out. "10 minutes Jeffery!"
He walked downstairs to the kitchen. Kacey was still at the island with his banana. Kurt put his belongings in the bag before slipping on his pumps.
"Duice?"
Kurt went to the refrigerator and grabbed Kacey's sippy cup, handing it to him. Kacey took it, taking huge gulps.
Jeff walked down moments later with Nick behind him.
"Don't you have to work?" Kurt asked.
"Don't you have a fashion show?" Nick quipped.
Kurt smiled, touching a finger to his burgundy lips. "Actually, I have four. Being a drag queen didn't get me this house. My boy job did and I happen to really good at it. Now, if you don't mind, I need my model to be focused."
Nick laughed, kissing Jeff. "I'll see you later babe. Break a leg Porcelain."
"Thank you."
He left and Jeff went to grab himself an apple and a bottle of water.
"You can't get pregnant until the end of the year. I don't have a better show stopper than you."
Jeff laughed, taking a bite of his apple. "You forget I actually take my pill and I don't have sex during my fertile period. Unlike some people."
Kurt blushed, covering Kacey's ears. "Let's not use that word in front of the child. He has enough questions as it is."
Jeff sipped his water. "You brought it up."
Before Kurt could answer, a horn blew outside. It was time the go. He cleaned up Kacey before grabbing him and the bag. "Let's go."
The drive to the convention center where fashion week was being held had been uneventful. Kacey played on Kurt's phone, taking pictures of himself.
Once at the center, Kurt and Kacey went to where all of Hummelingbird was setting up. He had requested a closed room so he could put his stuff in and Kacey. They walked in and was pleasantly surprised to see Blaine watching TV.
"Papa!" Kacey squealed as he was placed on the floor. He ran over to Blaine and jumped in his lap. "Look! I match daddy Kurtie and we're pwetty!"
Blaine kissed the top of Kacey's head, smiling. "I see. Super pretty!"
Kacey grinned. "I had a nana and duice."
"That sounds so yummy."
Kurt smiled, walking over to them. He put the bag next to them, grabbing his phone before kissing Blaine. "I thought you had to work."
"Do you honestly think I was going to miss this show?"
"There are going to be plenty more than this one."
"Yeah, but this is the first one that I get to see. Plus, how could I miss this sexy outfit."
Kurt blushed, looking away. "Well I'm glad you came. I'll come get you when it's time to take our seats."
"Okay baby."
Kurt kissed him again and Kacey before leaving the room.
The models of Hummelingbird were either in hair and makeup or getting dressed. A few of the designers were helping out where they were needed. A young designer, Javier had a clipboard in his hands and was directing the models who were ready to their spots.
The first show was just Hummelingbird. Not dedicated to one group or another. The second show would be Hummelingbird Kids. He was kind of nervous having kids in a show, but they had practiced so he was fairly confident they would do good.
Next would be Queen by Porcelain, his custom drag line. And last but not least was Simply Preggers, his maternity and paternity wear.
"Hummelingbird, to the stage in five minutes!"
Kurt walked over to Javier. "Think you can get everyone ready by yourself?"
Javier swallowed. "Just me?"
"Yeah. You can do it Javi."
"Um, yeah sure."
Kurt smiled, walking back to the room. "Time to get our seats."
Blaine grabbed the bag and Kacey's hand, following Kurt through the crowd. The small family sat for a while before Kurt disappeared.
The lights dimmed and pop music started playing. Kurt walked down the runway, hands on hips, his long legs gliding.
The crowd went wild.
Kurt smiled, holding his mic to his mouth. "Thank you so much for being here. This means the world to me. My boyfriend and son are here to support me. This is their first fashion show, so let's show them how we have fun!"
The crowd clapped more as Kurt walked back up the runway. Once he has disappeared, the music changed and the first model walked out.
Kurt stood backstage with Javier, watching the models through a small TV. He could feel the nerves rolling off of the other man.
"You're doing great. This show is going to be amazing."
Javier nodded, gripping the clipboard for dear life.
The show went on without complication. Kurt grabbed Javier's hand and walked back out. They made it to the end of the runway just as the last model walked around.
Kurt smiled out at everyone. "Thank you again for making this day so magical! And I want to give a huge shout-out to this young man, Javier. You did such a great job today. So good in fact, that I'm putting you in charge when I go on leave."
Javier's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Are you serious? I'm too young to run this."
"Here's a fun fact about me, I started this fashion line when I was 18. If I can do it, so can you."
Javier nodded, tears finally spilling out as he smiled. "I won't let you down boss."
"I know you won't." He said and gave the young man a huge.
()()()()
Kurt was sitting at his desk in his home office checking emails. He had woken up with major morning sickness, so he decided to stay home. It gave him a chance to relax and go catch up on emails.
In the middle of reading a request for a wedding party, the door to his office opened. In the doorway was Kacey who had a perplexed look on his face.
Kurt didn't like when Kacey burst through his office like that. He sometimes had models in there trying on clothes. Or even, Blaine could be tearing that ass up. He was just going to have to start licking the door.
Kacey walked a little further in the room, he was playing with his fingers. "Daddy Kurtie?"
Kurt pulled off his glasses and looked over at the child. "What's wrong sweetie?"
Tears began to fall from the little boy. "I..." He looked away. "Pee bed..." That's when the dam broke.
Huge sobs wracked the little boys body. Enough to the point where he couldn't breathe.
Kurt put his hands on Kacey's shoulders. "Hey, it's okay."
"I get belt." He said sadly, shrugging way from Kurt.
Kurt's heart fell to his feet. Belt? For what? Kurt wasn't going to whoop him for an accident.
"No belt. It's okay. Daddy Kurtie shouldn't have given you that extra juice before lunch time."
Kacey sniffled, wiping his face. "No trouble?"
Kurt shook his head. "No trouble."
He picked up Kacey and putting him on his hip.
Kacey squirmed to get away. "I wet. I make Daddy Kurtie wet. That's bad."
Kurt held him tighter, kissing his cheek. "If a little pee bothered me, I wouldn't be having more kids."
Kacey gave Kurt a confused look that only made Kurt laugh.
"Body functions aren't bad. Daddy Kurtie has a lot to teach you and your brothers and sisters."
Kacey sighed, laying his head on Kurt's shoulder and sucked his thumb.
Kurt walked to Kacey's room and sat the little boy on the edge of the bed. He went over to the dresser and grabbed some dry clothes and underwear before picking Kacey back up.
"Guess who gets to take a bath in Daddy Kurtie's big bathtub?" He said as he walked to his bathroom.
Kacey's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "I take big bath?"
"Yeah! And you get bubbles!"
Kacey squealed excitedly, clapping his hands.
Kurt laughed softly, putting Kacey on the sink. "Don't move so you don't fall."
Kacey nodded, looking at Kurt intently.
Kurt began running the water. He added some bubbles and bath oils before going to grab a towel. Once the bath was ready, he grabbed Kacey off the sink counter. "Alright, undress and in the tub."
Kacey quickly took off his soiled clothing before climbing in the tub. He splashed around for a little bit.
"Do you want me to stay or do you have it?"
"I a big boy daddy!"
Kurt smiled, holding back his tears. All this time, it's always been 'daddy Kurtie' and now it's just 'daddy'. That's progress!
"Okay sweetie. I'll be just down the hall if you need anything."
Kacey nodded, putting bubbles in his hands and plopping them on his head. Kurt couldn't help himself, he took a picture of the boy and sent it to Blaine.
{Look at our precious boy! And he called me daddy! Not daddy Kurtie, just daddy!}
He sent the message before going to Kacey's room. In the weeks since Blaine and Kacey have been there, the house looks like it was made for this blended family.
They had turned a spare room into Kacey's room. Kurt had asked him what his favorite cartoon was, the answer was a loud "Paw Patrol!" So Kurt had the room decorated like the dog house on the show. Kacey was over the moon with excitement.
His bed was shaped like a bone and it was Kacey's second favorite part of the room. His first favorite part were the plushy dogs that resembled the dogs on the show. He loved everything about the room.
Kurt put his phone his pants pocket, going over to the closet and grabbing new sheets. He made quick work of stripping the bed and flipping the mattress. Just as he was about to make the bed up, his phone rang with a video call.
He pulled out his phone and saw it was Blaine. He answered as he walked over to sit on the rocking chair in the room.
"Hey babe..."
"Why is he in the tub so early?" Blaine cut him off.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "He had an accident during his nap. He's washing up."
Blaine's face drained of blood. "H-he peed the bed? I'm coming home."
Kurt threw his hand up in front of the camera. "Stop. I got it. He's fine."
"He's not. He's terrified."
"No he's not. He and I talked. I get the fear that you both have. I'm not Eli. I'm not going to hit him because he had an accident in the bed."
Blaine looked around his office, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have told you."
"I had planned on talking to you about it when you came home tonight. It's fine I promise. I'm not mad. He's three, three year olds pee themselves. It was my fault anyway. He was so good this morning during my meetings, I let him have an extra apple juice."
Blaine let out a breath neither of them realized he was holding. He looked into the phone at Kurt. "I knew I loved you for a reason."
"And here I thought you only loved me for my ass." He quipped.
"That's a close second." He chuckled softly. "I'm sorry I freaked out. I've always been there when he starts crying and stuff."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You forget you work nights sometimes. He has nightmares or throws a fit about dinner or bedtime."
"Yeah but he's never peed on himself before."
"That we know of. But it's fine. He's fine. He's playing in the tub. I changed his bed and I'm gonna throw his clothes in the wash. It's completely fine."
"Isn't that why we have a housekeeper?"
"Yes, but I'm not above washing clothes or changing beds. Now, go back to work. Kacey and I are great."
Blaine sighed softly. "Okay. I'll see you both in a few hours. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Kurt smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket. He got up and made up the bed.
"Daddy? I done!" Kacey called from down the hall.
Kurt finished making up the bed before going to the bathroom. He grabbed the towel. "Alright buddy. Let's get out."
Kacey climbed out of the tub, walking over to Kurt.
Kurt wrapped the towel around his little body, drying him off. "Do you need help putting your clothes on?"
Kacey dropped the towel and grabbed his Paw Patrol underwear. "No I got it daddy!" He pulled on his underwear before pulling on his shorts and t-shirt. "I ready!"
Kurt picked him up, leaving the bathroom. "Wanna go play?"
Kacey shook his head. "I stay with daddy."
"Alright. But I have to wash clothes now. Are you gonna be a big boy and help?"
Kacey nodded. "Yes! I help daddy!"
Kurt chuckled softly, putting him down. "Go get your dirty clothes."
Kacey ran down the hall to his room, returning momentarily with an armful of his clothes.
Kurt shook his head, going to grab the wet clothes. "Alright, let's go. You go first."
Kacey slowly walked down the stairs to the laundry room. Kurt followed behind him as the toddler waddled in front. They made it to the laundry room and Kacey dropped his clothes on the floor in front of the washer.
Kurt watched as the little boy opened the door and tossed each article of clothing in at a time. When he was done, he turned to Kurt and reached out his hands. Kurt handed him the wet clothes. Kacey quickly threw them in the washer, wiping his hands on his shirt.
Kurt laughed, grabbing a detergent pod. He tossed it inside before Kacey closed the door. Kurt pressed start and looked down at Kacey. "Movies?"
Kacey squealed excitedly, running to the TV room.
Kurt turned off the light and closed the door to the laundry room. Kacey eating a pod was all he needed today.
He went to the kitchen, grabbing himself a bottle of water and a banana before going to the TV room.
Kacey was plopped on the floor in front of the 85 inch TV, different DVDs and Blu-Rays in his small hands. He searched through all of the movies before snatching up Finding Nemo. He stood up and walked over to Kurt. "Memo! Memo! Daddy! Memo!"
Kurt giggled, grabbing the movie from him. "It's Nemo baby boy." He said, putting the movie in.
"I say Memo."
Kurt sat on the sofa, turning the TV on. "You're right. Daddy's wrong."
Kacey climbed on the couch, sitting as close as he could to Kurt, laying his head on his arm. "I wove you daddy."
Kurt kissed the top of his head, pressing play on the movie. "I love you, too."
()()()()()
Nick sat in the audience of Moulin Rouge with Blaine. He was kind of nervous, although he didn't know why. This wasn't his first trip to this gay bar, so what was the issue? Oh, he and his best friend were dating two of the most popular drag queens in the city.
"Don't you think it's weird that Kurt's still performing?"
Blaine sipped his scotch, shrugging. "Between me and you, he only does his best stunts for me. So it's fine. He comes out here, sings and does a little two step. Harmless."
Nick shook his head. "I don't remember asking about your sex life."
"You kinda did. It's always a performance with that twink."
Nick rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his whiskey. "You better be careful or you'll be delivering triplets in your bedroom."
Blaine laughed loudly. "And that's assuming we only fuck in the bedroom."
Before Nick could reply, the lights dimmed and loud techno music started playing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Moulin Rouge! We hope you are having an amazing night. Don't forget to stop by the bar and see are cute boys, James and David! Single guys, they're both single, wink, wink. But for now, let's give it up for Porcelain Queen!"
The music dimmed and then switched over to the beginning chords of Dangerous Women by Ariana Grande.
Kurt, in a full dominatrix leather outfit, walked out.
Blaine's mouth fell open. "This is what he meant when he texted me saying he hoped I was ready for mommy to play. Holy shit..."
Porcelain had triple D's that were hardly covered by a thin piece of black leather. That strap wrapped around her torso to her waist where it turned into bikini bottoms.
Upon further inspection of his beautiful significant other, Blaine noticed the highest heels he'd ever seen in his life, delicately wrapped around Kurt's feet. They had to be at least six inches!
Eyes traveling up from the shoes to the tuck that he knew was oozing by now, Blaine looked higher and saw that this beautiful boyfriend had the new wig they just picked out on. It was a jet black high pony that sat perfectly on his head. The end of the pony tail was in a loose fishtail braid with a bright red hair tie holding it at the end. The makeup was dark, yet the black eyeliner and eye shadow made his blue eyes pop more than normal.
The look was completed with a blood red matte lip. Those lips were mouthing words and all Blaine wanted was to have the feeling of those plump lips around his cock.
Porcelain walked towards Blaine, hands on hips, lips perfectly wording the song that would soon be a real thing for this couple. Blaine reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.
He held out a $20, putting the bill between his lips. Porcelain smirked, swaying hips as she made her way over to Blaine.
This was going to be fun for the audience. Most of Porcelain Queen's fans knew about Blaine, but some still didn't. So of course they have to play up the game.
She finally reached him, planting both hands on his knees as she dipped low, swaying her hips and looking deeply into Blaine's eyes. A flirty smile shone in both of their eyes as Porcelain shimmied up. Her red lips leaving lingering kisses on Blaine's neck as she moved to his lips. She gently yanked the money out of his mouth with hers and dropped it in his hand.
He knew what that meant and of course he was eager oblige. Blaine crumpled the bill between his fingers, sliding his hand up her leg to her thigh. He rested his hand when he reached her waist, tucking the bill in just above the pelvic bone.
Smirking, she turned around and dropped on Blaine's lap. Giving the screaming crowd an even better show, as she gyrated on him. Blaine wrapped his arms around her waist, making sure to caress the baby bump as gently as can be. And in that moment, the whole world stopped for them. It was these two and their babies.
Porcelain turned her head slightly, blood lips parted just so and Blaine went in for the kiss. The audience went insane.
"Are you trying to get fucked right here and now?" Blaine growled in her ear.
"I bet I'll get extra tips." She got up, stepping away from him. "This is all yours later..."
She walked around, lip syncing and collecting her tips. Big bucks tonight because damn she put on a damn good show. Plus, her adoring fans tipped big for the babies.
At the end of the performance, Porcelain picked up the money that had fallen before taking a bow. She stuff the money where she could and grabbed the mic that was sticking out from behind the curtain.
"Hey squirrel friends? Did you like that?"
The crowd answered by cheering for her and shaking more money in the air.
She smiled, grabbing the end of the pony tail and stroking it slowly. "I bet y'all didn't know I like to make out with random people at these shows. It's these damn babies. Hormones." There was a laugh. "Just kidding. That sexy man right there belongs to me. That's my amazing and supportive boyfriend, Blaine."
Blaine blushed as everyone clapped and awed.
Porcelain blew him a kiss. "So, yes that means no more blowjobs after shows. This throat is taken." More laughter. "Alright!Are you all ready for my bestie? My drag sister and gay best friend?" More cheering. "Give it up for Bombshell Blondie!"
The crowd applauded as Porcelain made her way backstage. The first chords of Fuck Me Pumps by Amy Winehouse started playing.
A pale leg with a shiny silver eight inch pump attached to it, stepped out. Followed by Bombshell in a red leather thong that made you wonder where the fuck his dick is. And a matching bra, if you can call a strap of leather that only covered the nipples but somehow magically holds up these D cups.
Tonight was typical Bombshell. Skimpy outfit, the highest of heels imaginable, and a school girl wig. The kind that's in two ponytails tied with ribbons. The makeup was natural, bringing out Jeff's natural good looks but still drag.
Nick's mouth dropped to the floor. "I get to fuck that."
Blaine laughed. "That you do."
Bombshell walked around the club, collecting tips lip syncing her song. Shaking her ass here and there, getting some extra dollars. When she made her to Nick, she smirked. She walked over to him, grabbed his head and motorboated him. Money flew in the air.
She collected her tips and exited the stage when the song ended.
Nick was softly panting.
"If you're gonna be doing this, you can't sit next to me anymore."
"Doing what?"
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You growled when he came out here and we're practically sitting in your drool."
Nick made a face, wiping his mouth free of drool. "He's never came out looking like that before."
"That's a lie. That's a typical night for Bombshell."
"Okay fine. This is first time since we've been a thing, that he's come out like that."
"You better control that, dude."
"Control what? I can't help that my twink is that fucking hot."
Blaine laughed, sipping his scotch again. "You forget that my baby daddy is very fucking hot, too."
"Oh, dude trust me everyone knows how hot Kurt is. In or out of drag."
Both men smiled, sipping their drinks. Yeah, they both had hot twinks, and neither of them would be prepared for what was to come next in their lives.