Disclaimer: Glee is something I do not own XD

Just a small little drabble, to tell you that I'm still alive! :)

Enjoy!

Being a father was an enjoyable thing for Blaine Anderson.

Being a babysitter wasn't something he was exactly.. good at.

Yeah, parenting was kind of an all time babysitting job; Blaine knew this. But when he watched over Juliet he had Kurt to watch over his shoulder. Blaine liked having Kurt hanging over his shoulder, because Kurt was very good at reinforcing. He was gentle yet stern, and Blaine was just..

fun.

Not that Kurt wasn't fun. Kurt was a lot of fun, and Juliet loved her papa so much that she would scream for 30 minutes whenever he left.

Blaine thought that Kurt was an amazing parent.. because, well, he had amazing parents. Blaine had never met Elizabeth Hummel, and he still knew she was great.

He knew this because, by the way Burt described her, she was just like Kurt.

Anyway, Kurt had left Blaine with Juliet once more. The two-year-old stood helplessly at the window a little while after he left. She patted her small hands on the window and shook her head; her dark curls bounced with her every movement. She puckered out her lip, and clung tighter to her blanket.

"Papa!" She wept hopelessly. "No papa, no! Come back to Juwee, come back!"

Blaine chuckled at her attempt to pronounce her own name. He swept her in his arms, and tickled her little belly. This made the toddler laugh with joy.

"Julie, papa will be back." He explained. "He just went to the store real quick, but he'll be back."

Juliet's lip remained puckered out, but she nodded in defeat. Blaine sighed and kissed the top of her head. He looked down at his daughter and took in how big her pajamas were on her.

It was time for her nap.

"Go take a nap, Juliet." Blaine smiled. He placed her on the floor and kissed her forehead. "Just go to your room, and lay down okay? You're sleepy."

"Okay, daddy, okay." She nodded, rubbing her eyes.

She patted Blaine's arm and took off to her room. Her small, bare, feet patted into the other room, and her blanket trailed behind her. Kurt had insisted on giving Juliet a room just for her naps, and Blaine had agreed.

After she was out of sight, Blaine plopped on the couch. He put his feet on the coffee table (Kurt would have thrown a fit about), and rubbed his eyes.

He was up half the night because Kurt was trying to get some last minute sketching done before his deadline. He was sure that his husband was surviving on only five hour energy, and coffee right now.

He tossed his head back, and gently closed his eyes.

Drifting asleep.

Blaine was vaguely aware of someone tugging on his hand. He moaned slightly and turned his head to the side. He really didn't feel like opening his eyes right now.

"Daddy!" Juliet groaned. "Daddy! Me want chocolate milk!"

Blaine sighed and slightly opened his eyes. He saw his curly haired daughter standing in front of him, and she still had her teddy bear wrapped securely in her arm.

"Juliet, it's been like 30 minutes." Blaine yawned. "Go b-back to sleep.. daddy will.. fix you chocolate milk.. late-"

"Me want it now!" She stomped. She placed her hands on her non-existing hips and scrunched her face up. She might have looked like Blaine, but she definitely acted like Kurt.

"Later, Juliet." He dozed off slightly. He snapped his head up and yawned once again. "And don't talk to yourself in third person.. papa will kill me."

Juliet sniffed and shook her head once more. She looked at her papa who was dozing off, and the toddler was at lost at what she should do. She couldn't hold her breath, because that never worked. She couldn't scream, because daddy didn't like it when she screamed...

"Daddy, can I make it myself?" She asked.

Blaine nodded, and he really wasn't aware as to what he was nodding to. "Y-yeah.. s-sure thing.. just get outta... my wallet."

Juliet smiled to herself, and tossed down her blanket and teddy bear down. She patted into the kitchen and started pulling out the biggest cup she could find.

It took a lot of climbing.

She then proceeded to pull out the jumbo can of Nesquik and the jumbo bottle of chocolate syrup. She was very lucky that they were in the cabinets that weren't baby proof.

She got out the milk(spilling it, so she had to get the next jug).

She was going to make chocolate milk herself.

Blaine was sleeping peacefully. His eyes were closed gently, and he was snoring slightly. He was happily asleep, and he didn't have a care in the world.

Until..

"BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON!"

Blaine jumped up in a rush, and fell off the couch. He didn't even think about rubbing his tailbone, because he realized his husband was home, and his daughter's teddy bear and blanket was on the floor.. and..

Oh shit.

He jumped up and ran in the kitchen. He had to push past his husband a bit, but he gasped when he saw the mess that he had somehow caused.

His daughter was sitting on the ground. Her brown eyes were wide as she stared down at the jumbo glass of what appeared to be chocolate milk.

At least, it was once chocolate milk. What was left in the extra large jug was so dark, because of all the chocolate, it didn't look like chocolate milk.

His daughter had chocolate syrup, and chocolate powder all over her face, and her clothes. She had it in her hair, and it made her curls stick together. Her hands were sticky from the syrup, and the ground was just as sticky.

Actually the kitchen worse.

There was milk running between the tiled floors, spreading and making a large puddle. It seemed as if Juliet had tried to pull out one milk jug, but she dropped it, and make a catastrophe. The counter tops, and the floor were also covered in a mixture of chocolate syrup, and chocolate powder.

Blaine didn't dare to look behind him. He had heard his husbands voice, but he hadn't seen his face just yet. He could actually feel his icy cold glare on the back of his head. He raised his shoulders up, and took a deep breath. He turned around to face his husband.

Kurt had his eyes clenched shut, and he was gently rubbing his temples. He always had terrible migraines when it came to stressful situations, or when he was pissed.

"I'm-"

"Not now, Blaine." Kurt whispered. A gently smiled grew on his face. "I'm contemplating how I can make your murder look like an accident."

Blaine gulped, and shook his head. "I mean it could be worse.."

"Papa?" Juliet moaned suddenly.

Kurt suddenly opened his eyes and his face grew soft. He got down on his knees, despite the soiled floor, and stroked his daughter's hair.

"What is it baby?" He asked gently.

She turned to look at him. "I don' feel so good, papa."

"I bet you don't." He smiled gently. "Your tummy hurts, hmm?"

Juliet nodded.

"Well, why don't we get you cleaned up with a nice bath." He opted.

"I just don't.."

She stopped mid-sentence, and did something that Blaine was hoping she wouldn't do. She threw up before she could finish her sentence. She threw up all over Kurt, and he let out a little squeak of a gasp. His hands quickly pulled away from her, and he stared wide eyed at the refrigerator.

"I sorry, papa!" She sobbed.

"It's okay, honey. Accidents happened." He forced.

He leaned down and picked Juliet up. He let her lay her head on his shoulder, and he carried her out of the kitchen. But before he left, he stopped beside Blaine.

"So about that murder..." Blaine trailed off.

Kurt shook his head, and smirked a bit. He kissed Blaine's cheek. He made sure not to get any of the various messes on his husband.

He leaned in really close, pressed his mouth to Blaine's ear.

"It looks like you have a mess to clean up, Mr. Hummel-Anderson." Kurt whispered.

He then left Blaine to clean up the mother of all messes.

Blaine learned many things that day. One of those lessons being, never let your daughter persuade you while you're sleeping; never fall asleep when you think your daughter is asleep.

Also, never mess with the things that are most important to Kurt; his clothes, house, and daughter.

Idk, I just feel like Kurt and Blaine would have a hard time adjusting to parenthood xD

This exact same thing happened to me when I was younger, and I was very miserable. Never, ever, add too much chocolate to your milk.

It sucks.

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