Okay, I'm posting this announcement so that I'll have to do it: Tomorrow, I will post smut. Pinkie swear.
For now, have some married!Klaine with their little daughter.
Skinned Knee
"Daddy!" cried Lizzy as she ran towards Kurt, who quickly crouched to grip her in a tight hug.
"What's wrong, honey?" he asked softly, not letting his panic seep out. He stroked a few stray hairs from her face, calming. She pointed at her knee, sobbing. Kurt swallowed down the slight dizziness he felt at the sight of that much blood. "Oh, baby! Let's get you inside so Papa can take care of this ugly wound, okay?"
Cradling her against his chest, he lifted her up and walked hurriedly inside the house. "Blaine!" he called, horror breaking through his voice. It's just a skinned knee, Kurt, get over yourself. Help her!
Blaine walked into the kitchen to find a terrified husband and a crying girl clinging to his chest. Blood was running down her leg and smearing onto his shirt. He swore under his breath and ran to grip one arm around her and squeeze Kurt's bicep with the other.
"What happened, darling?" he asked as he eased Kurt's stiff hands from her, carrying her quickly to the kitchen counter.
"I- I wanted to run after Mr. Martin's doggy, but he-he was too quick and- and I fell!"
Blaine kissed her hair lightly while fishing in the cabinet behind her for the Iodine and a gauze.
"No more running after doggies, okay, sweetie?" He found the surgical tape as well, and then turned to wash his hands in a rush. He wiped off most of the blood from her leg with a gentle hand, and washed it again. Next he grabbed the Iodine. "Now, it's going to hurt a little bit, but this is how we clean the wound so we won't have any infection." He squeezed the tube to get some on his fingers. "I'm going to put this on your knee, alright?" he looked at her. She nodded through tears.
Ever so gentle, he dabbed the Iodine on her knee, and she cringed. "I know, sweetie, I know, I'm done in a second." When he was, he blew on the wound lightly to cool the effect of burning. She seemed to relax a little; he blew again. "Now I'm going to bandage it, and then we're all finished." He took a gauze from the package and placed it neatly so it would cover the redness entirely. Then he ripped a little piece of the surgical tape and plastered the gauze to her skin with it. Another piece, and then two more - and he lifted his head to look at Lizzy's face. "There we go," he kissed her cheek. "Better?"
She nodded.
"I think you'll be just fine," he smiled, reassuring.
"Thank you, Papa." She looked over his shoulder for a second and then leaned to whisper in his ear. "I think Daddy's scared."
Blaine turned to the sight of Kurt, still standing frozen, an obvious expression of fear on his face. He chuckled, and gestured for Kurt to come over. "Come here, Daddy," he said.
Kurt walked slowly towards them, and Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist when he was within reach, avoiding the red, wet spots on his shirt. His free hand held Lizzy's.
"Is she alright?" he whispered.
"Mmhmm," Blaine nodded. "Just a skinned knee, right, little one?"
Lizzy nodded. "Don't be scared, Daddy, it doesn't hurt anymore. And I promise not to chase Mr. Martin's doggy again."
Kurt still looked a little like he was about to faint. Blaine laid his head on his shoulder. "Everything's fine, honey," he said, and then stage-whispered to Lizzy's direction, "Daddy doesn't like blood."
Lizzy giggled. Kurt shuddered, and rolled his eyes.
"Now that we're all feeling better- who wants ice cream?" asked Blaine enthusiastically.
Kurt sighed, detangling himself from Blaine's hug. "Let me change my shirt and I'll join you."
Blaine blew a kiss at him, and then Lizzy did, too.