Teacher!Blaine teaching Kurt's daughter, and Kurt meeting him on a Parents' Day.

Like Father Like Daughter

It was Angela Hummel's first Parents' Day in Bronx Envision Academy.

She wasn't worried; her grades were always above average, and she knew she wasn't flunking any of her classes. She was excited when they moved to NYC, after her father got promoted. Although she was leaving her friends behind- it was The Big Apple. A fabulous girl with her fabulous dad in The City That Never Sleeps- what more could she ask for?

It was scary, at the beginning- new school, new people, new places… But quickly enough- and thank god for one Mary Johns- she grew to love the city and its craziness.

So she was walking calmly through the hallways of her school, leading her dad to her classroom.

He knocked on the door.

Mr. Anderson opened it with a smile. "Hi, Angela. Mr. Hummel?"

And she watched in horror as her father's eyes widened. A pleasant smile quickly found his lips. They shook hands, exchanging broad grins, and Angela thought their hands might've lingered just a little bit too long. Oh god. Kurt's eyebrow was raised high when he bit his lip in a way that was trying to be discreet but really wasn't.

"Please, call me Kurt."

Uh-freaking-oh. She wasn't very familiar with that look on her father's face… but she could identify it well enough to determine its cause and effect.

"Blaine." Angela never heard her teacher sound this cheery. This is not happening. This is most definitely not happening. "Oh, uh, come in."

Angela sat to wait on the chair outside when Kurt disappeared inside. She didn't hear any kissing noises, so that was a good sign.

When her father shut the door behind him, his smile was too big for his own good. Her eyes narrowed when she got up from her chair.

"Well?" she asked, not looking away from his goddamn smug face when they started walking back to the car. "According to Mr. Anderson, am I at least as smart as Einstein?"

Kurt kissed the side of her head lightly. "Like I ever doubted it."

"Told you my grades weren't going to drop because we moved."

They sat in the car silently for a couple of moments, Kurt not yet turning the key in the ignition. Angela knew it was coming, and sat still, waiting.

"Hey," Kurt turned to face her. "You don't mind having dinner alone tonight, right? You can even order pizza if you wanna."

She rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you don't have a date with Mr. Anderson."

His smile was naive and young and although she would never admit it, it kinda got to her. "But that, darling, would be lying, and you know what's my opinion about lying."

Angela shook her head in disbelief. Great. No one (besides Mary, she would laugh so hard at this) will be hearing about this if it costs her new Prada's.

"Fine. And before you ask," she added quickly, "Your dark purple button down, black jacket, tight jeans and leaf brooch."

Kurt's heart swelled- she was so much like him without even realizing it. "Thank you," he muttered, then stared the car.

Angela dug her phone from her purse when they left the parking lot.

To: Mary

Oh my god, you'll never guess who my father's got a date with.

To: Angela

WHO?

To: Mary

Mr. Freaking. Anderson.

To: Angela

I *knew* he was gay! Ha!

To: Angela

OH MY GOD though, are they actually going out?! Mr. Anderson and your dad, that's LEGIT!

To: Mary

Yup. Dinner date tonight.

To: Angela

You better tell me if he comes back with any hickeys/messed hair/goofy smile.

"Hey, Angela?"

She lifted her face from the screen. "Yeah?"

Kurt bit his lip, hesitating for a second before asking, "Do you think he'll like me?"

"Dad. You're great," she said wholeheartedly. "He's going to love you."

Kurt's eyes were suddenly wet, and his smile grew bigger. "You're great, too. Greatest daughter ever."

I'm sorry it's not so much Klaine as Kurt and his daughter (YES I finally named his daughter something different than Elizabeth!) I just got hit with feels along the way.