A/N: Domestic!Klaine

Rating: G

"Blaine? I'm home…" Kurt took off his shoes at the door, padding through the house.

There were amazing smells coming from the kitchen, and the floor was glistening with that 'I've-Just-Been-Mopped' gleam. He stepped into the kitchen, were Blaine was wearing an old shirt, half-buttoned as he stirred the cheesy-sauce into the meat.

"Hey baby." Blaine grinned, not turning around.

Kurt grinned, stepping up to him and kissing the back of his cheek, wrapping his arms tight around Blaine's waist. "Smells amazing."

Blaine hummed appreciatively, turning the heat down and turning in his arms, kissing him properly.

"How was your day?" Kurt asked softly, giving him a warm smile.

"Lonely." He grinned. "I cleaned."

"I noticed." Kurt smiled widely. "The floor smells like a forest. It's amazing."

Blaine grinned. "It's my favourite floor cleaner."

Kurt chewed his lip, stifling his grin. "The fact that you have a favourite floor cleaner tells me that you've been a househusband far too long."

Blaine grinned. "Well, Nugget's going to be home from school soon, so it's worth it."

"You don't want to work?" Kurt tilted his head as Blaine put the spaghetti on, stepping up beside him.

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe when Nugget gets a bit older – maybe in a couple of years when she's in high school and when we're comfortable leaving her home alone to look after herself." He grinned. "But for now, I want to be here when she comes home. I think it's important."

Kurt smiled happily, nodding. "I'm glad you do."

They heard the door open, and both of them turned. They simultaneously grinned at the sound of little feet on the wood, and suddenly their Nugget – Natalie - appeared in the doorway, eyes bright and alert and eager to see them.

"Daddies!" she cried happily, running forward.

She leapt into Kurt's outstretched arms, kissing Blaine on the cheek before he turned back to the food.

"Emily's mum dropped you off, right?" Kurt checked, cuddling her close.

She nodded happily. "She even got us ice cream."

"She did?" Kurt's eyes widened with a grin. "Did you ask her for lactose free stuff?"

Natalie nodded. "She had them already."

"You didn't eat much, did you?" Blaine asked, grinning slightly.

"Why…?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because…" he took the lid off the steaming pot. "I made your favourite!"

Her eyes widened. "Spaghetti Bol!"

Blaine laughed. "Think you can fit some in?" he poked her in the tummy, making her squeal.

"Daddy!" she protested, shifting around Kurt's torso. "Of course I can!"

Kurt laughed, settling her easily on her feet.

"Come on Natalie, you can help me set the table." he grinned, pulling bowls out of the cupboard.

Natalie nodded, pulling cutlery out of the drawer and padding through to the next room to put it on the table. Kurt followed her with the bowls and cups, and Blaine smiled, turning his attention back to their dinner.

Tasting it one last time, Blaine decided it was done, carrying the pots through to the next room.

There was something about being a househusband that he loved.

It was simple and domestic, and looking after his family was what he did best.