AN: A little future Klaine for your reading pleasure. Hope you all like my take on their future family.
Prompt: Future Ted - "It was like something from an old movie, where the sailor sees the girl across the crowded dance floor, turns to his buddy and says, 'See that girl? I'm gonna marry her someday.'" - 'How I Met Your Mother'
"As soon as I saw your father on those steps, I knew he was the one for me. He took my breath away," Kurt said, as he sat out on a picnic blanket with his thirteen year old daughter, Kathleen, in Central Park.
Kathleen sighed. "That is so romantic," the teenager said, sounding a lot like Kurt when he was a teen. "Was it the same for papa?" she asked eagerly, referring to Blaine wanting more of the story.
Before Kurt could reply, Blaine plopped down beside Kathleen, breathless from playing tag with his five year-old-son Burt, who was named for his grandfather. Little B, as his family had nicknamed him, had thrown himself at Kurt who immediately caught the little boy in his arms.
"Was what the same for me?" Blaine asked.
"Daddy was telling me about when the two of you first met. He said he knew you were the one he wanted to marry the first time he met you," Kathleen said anxiously, bringing Blaine up to date on the conversation. "So did you know then, too, Papa?"
Blaine looked over at Kurt. He wished he could reply that he could give his daughter the answer her romantic heart was craving, but he knew that would be a lie.
"Romance doesn't come to some of us naturally," Blaine replied slowly, looking from Kurt to his daughter. "And love doesn't always unfold like and old movie where you know instantly that the person you're staring at across the room is the one that you're going to marry. But when it finally does hit you, it's like a tidal wave of emotion and it's either grab a hold of it or let the emotion sweep you away."
This time their were twin sighs as both Kurt and Kathleen sighed at Blaine's little speech. Blaine looked from one to the other and knew what words were on the tip of the tongue of both his husband and daughter. Before either could utter the familiar words though Blaine spoke again.
"Besides, I think this family has enough romantics in it as it is," Blaine said. He looked down at his son. "You're going to be in my corner right, Little B? Sports all the way and leave the romance to these two saps."
"Sports!" Burt exclaimed, grabbing the football Finn had given the boy on his fifth birthday that he had left on the edge of the blanket earlier. "I want to be a quarterback like Uncle Finn!" he exclaimed, holding up the ball and tossing it lightly in Blaine's direction.
Though the throw fell short, Blaine quickly picked the ball up and held it in the air triumphantly.
"I think Finn needs to work with you a little on that throw," Kurt said with a small chuckle, more than happy to let his son be who he wanted to be. It was something he had learned from his Dad.