Day 15 prompt: occasion. Daddy!Klaine fluff.
"Papa, you're gonna get dressed up tonight, right? It's a 'casion!"
"Occasion, Vivi," Ella corrected, pouring more syrup over her pancakes.
"That's what I said, a 'casion!" Vivi said exasperatedly, legs swinging against her chair rungs.
Kurt just smiled at his six year old's antics. "Yes, Viv, Daddy and I are both gonna get dressed up. Tonight's a special occasion. Now finish your breakfast, Mrs. Hunter and Katie are going to be here any minute to walk you two to school!"
Vivi nodded happily and both girls tucked into their food, allowing Kurt a brief moment of respite before his husband wrapped his arms around him from behind as Kurt snagged a piece of bacon out of the frying pan.
"Morning, babe," Blaine said, accepting the bite Kurt offered him.
"Morning, B," Kurt replied. "You excited for tonight?"
"Oh, did we have plans tonight?" Blaine teased, stepping away from Kurt and smirking. "I can't remember."
Vivi looked like she was about to shriek a reminder, but just then, the doorbell rang.
"He didn't forget, sweetie, I promise," Kurt said. "Quick, grab your bag!"
The girls ran off and got their backpacks before returning to their daddies for their routine goodbye kisses and hugs.
Hours later, Kurt entered the girls' school auditorium alongside Blaine, feeling a little overdressed for the annual Christmas pageant. Both he and his husband were in nice shirts and suits, hair done and accessories perfect, while their fellow parents were all in jeans and sweaters.
"Have we gone overboard?" he whispered to Blaine as they got seats just to the left of center stage. "I don't want the other kids to pick on our girls for having weird dads."
"The other kids aren't going to care," Blaine whispered back. "Besides, we told the girls that on opening nights and other special occasions, the audience has to wear their best clothes to show respect. Vivi would've cried the whole way home if we'd come in jeans, and Ella would've given us one of her big, sad-eyed looks for a week. Our hands were tied."
"The problems of being theatre parents," Kurt said. "We're also the only parents who brought bouquets."
"Another theatre parent problem. At least we're all likely to participate in a standing O."
"Oh God, please let the other parents clap," Kurt said, suddenly panicked. "Vivi will have a meltdown right there on the stage if no one claps."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Blaine said, though he also looked a bit pale. "Oh, hey, they're coming onstage!"
Kurt and Blaine politely applauded as all the kids entered, some looking more apprehensive than others in their various North Pole-themed costumes. They cheered when Ella walked in with her third grade class, all dressed as reindeer, and cooed over Vivi and the other first grade elves.
The look of sheer ecstacy on his baby girl's face when she saw her fathers all dressed up for her show was enough to make Kurt forget about his uneasiness over his clothes for the rest of the night. He and Blaine may not have been perfect fathers, but Kurt thought they were still doing a pretty good job.