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Title: Doubt, Bath & Bruise
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Fluff
Warning: none
Spoilers: 2x17
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee yadda yadda it'd be awesome if I did, though.
Summary: Three fics exploring the adventures of rearing children.
Word Count: ~800 total
Doubt.
“Sam!” Kurt called through the house as he kicked the door shut behind him. Silence greeted him when he stepped into the kitchen to put his briefcase and shopping bags on the kitchen table, and he called out again in confusion. “Sam?”
Still not hearing anything, he went back to the front door to take his shoes off, then made his way through the house in search of his fiance. After checking their bedroom, the spare bedroom and the bathroom, he finally what he was looking for.
Sam was spread out across the couch, asleep; his head on one of the arm rests and one leg dangling off the side. His hair was a mess and all over the place, and he was missing one of his socks. Across his chest was little Ava, thumb in her mouth as she slept soundlessly to the sound of her daddy’s heartbeat. A bright smile spread across Kurt’s face as he surveyed the scene before him.
It had taken lots of convincing, that’s for sure. Kurt had doubted beyond doubt their ability to take care of a child, especially with how scatterbrained Sam was. There had been nights he got no sleep at all, trying to figure out what would be best for them. Eventually, he’d agreed to Sam’s wishes, even if he still had doubts and concerns and didn’t feel like he’d be a great parent at all.
But moments like this, the small things like hearing her laugh or seeing her and her daddy cuddled up together when he got home, that made it worth it.
That made him stop doubting.
Bath
“Baby, come help me!”
Kurt looked up from the drawings he was currently putting together when Sam yelled through the house. Last he knew, Sam was giving the girls a bath, and requesting for help wasn’t a good omen. Dropping his sketch pencil, he pushed his chair back and made his way to the bathroom, where he saw why he was requested.
There were large puddles of water on the floor, and an even larger wet spot spreading across the front of Sam’s t-shirt. The boy in question was looking a little baffled, eyes wide and arms covered in suds. The girls were in the bathtub splashing around, Stella giggling as the water flew up around her and Ava doing her best to continue soaking her father.
“Sam, what did you do?” Kurt laughed, grabbing a towel off the shelf and beginning to mop up the water on the floor.
Sam gave him a sheepish grin and shrugged. “They teamed up on me!” He reached into the tub and scooped up a handful of water, then flicked it at Ava. She squealed loudly and smacked her hands down on the bath water, splashing it up as managing to get Sam’s shirt even wetter.
“Yeah, sure looks like they started it.” Finishing with the floor, he picked up two more towels and tossed one to Sam before reaching into the tub. “Alright Stella, bath time is over! No more splashing daddy!” Sam followed suit with Ava, picking her up and unplugging the bathtub, and they carried the girls into the bedroom to dry them off and dress them in their pajamas.
“I’m sorry. I know you were busy.” Sam sighed, tossing Ava into the air after he finished tugging her nightie over her head. Kurt just shook his head and smiled, cradling Stella in his arms.
“Don’t be sorry. They’re a handful.” He shifted Stella in his arms, then reached out and cupped Sam’s cheek gently in his hand. His thumb stroked the apple of Sam’s cheek before he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together. “And I like a good wet t-shirt contest every now and then.”
Bruise.
“Papa! Daddy! Help!” Stella’s voice yelled through the house as she burst through the front door, tugging her sister along with her. Sam looked up from his papers on the coffee table and Kurt came running in from his studio, both with worried looks on their faces.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Sam jumped up and ran over to the little girl, kneeling down and petting her hair gently.
“You gots ta help Ava, she gots a boo-boo!” The small girl insisted.
“How’d you get hurt?” Kurt asked, the worry in his voice now mixing with suspicion.
“I punched a kid.” Ava responded nonchalantly. Sam and Kurt exchanged surprised and horrified looks.
“Ava, you don’t-“
“No, papa!” She protested, stopping Kurt from his lecture. “You didn’t see it! One of the boys in my grade called Stella a kindergarten baby, and was pulling her braids. He deserved it.” She held up her right hand to show reddened, bruising knuckles and smiled up at her papa proudly.
“Ava…” Kurt sighed, taking her hand and running his thumbs over her knuckles gently. “I’m glad you stood up for your sister, but next time you should tell an adult.”
“I told you so.” Sam laughed, nudging Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt turned and gave him a confused look, signaling Sam to elaborate. “She’s a tough one. We shoulda let her do rocket football.”
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Fluff
Warning: none
Spoilers: 2x17
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee yadda yadda it'd be awesome if I did, though.
Summary: Three fics exploring the adventures of rearing children.
Word Count: ~800 total
Doubt.
“Sam!” Kurt called through the house as he kicked the door shut behind him. Silence greeted him when he stepped into the kitchen to put his briefcase and shopping bags on the kitchen table, and he called out again in confusion. “Sam?”
Still not hearing anything, he went back to the front door to take his shoes off, then made his way through the house in search of his fiance. After checking their bedroom, the spare bedroom and the bathroom, he finally what he was looking for.
Sam was spread out across the couch, asleep; his head on one of the arm rests and one leg dangling off the side. His hair was a mess and all over the place, and he was missing one of his socks. Across his chest was little Ava, thumb in her mouth as she slept soundlessly to the sound of her daddy’s heartbeat. A bright smile spread across Kurt’s face as he surveyed the scene before him.
It had taken lots of convincing, that’s for sure. Kurt had doubted beyond doubt their ability to take care of a child, especially with how scatterbrained Sam was. There had been nights he got no sleep at all, trying to figure out what would be best for them. Eventually, he’d agreed to Sam’s wishes, even if he still had doubts and concerns and didn’t feel like he’d be a great parent at all.
But moments like this, the small things like hearing her laugh or seeing her and her daddy cuddled up together when he got home, that made it worth it.
That made him stop doubting.
Bath
“Baby, come help me!”
Kurt looked up from the drawings he was currently putting together when Sam yelled through the house. Last he knew, Sam was giving the girls a bath, and requesting for help wasn’t a good omen. Dropping his sketch pencil, he pushed his chair back and made his way to the bathroom, where he saw why he was requested.
There were large puddles of water on the floor, and an even larger wet spot spreading across the front of Sam’s t-shirt. The boy in question was looking a little baffled, eyes wide and arms covered in suds. The girls were in the bathtub splashing around, Stella giggling as the water flew up around her and Ava doing her best to continue soaking her father.
“Sam, what did you do?” Kurt laughed, grabbing a towel off the shelf and beginning to mop up the water on the floor.
Sam gave him a sheepish grin and shrugged. “They teamed up on me!” He reached into the tub and scooped up a handful of water, then flicked it at Ava. She squealed loudly and smacked her hands down on the bath water, splashing it up as managing to get Sam’s shirt even wetter.
“Yeah, sure looks like they started it.” Finishing with the floor, he picked up two more towels and tossed one to Sam before reaching into the tub. “Alright Stella, bath time is over! No more splashing daddy!” Sam followed suit with Ava, picking her up and unplugging the bathtub, and they carried the girls into the bedroom to dry them off and dress them in their pajamas.
“I’m sorry. I know you were busy.” Sam sighed, tossing Ava into the air after he finished tugging her nightie over her head. Kurt just shook his head and smiled, cradling Stella in his arms.
“Don’t be sorry. They’re a handful.” He shifted Stella in his arms, then reached out and cupped Sam’s cheek gently in his hand. His thumb stroked the apple of Sam’s cheek before he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together. “And I like a good wet t-shirt contest every now and then.”
Bruise.
“Papa! Daddy! Help!” Stella’s voice yelled through the house as she burst through the front door, tugging her sister along with her. Sam looked up from his papers on the coffee table and Kurt came running in from his studio, both with worried looks on their faces.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Sam jumped up and ran over to the little girl, kneeling down and petting her hair gently.
“You gots ta help Ava, she gots a boo-boo!” The small girl insisted.
“How’d you get hurt?” Kurt asked, the worry in his voice now mixing with suspicion.
“I punched a kid.” Ava responded nonchalantly. Sam and Kurt exchanged surprised and horrified looks.
“Ava, you don’t-“
“No, papa!” She protested, stopping Kurt from his lecture. “You didn’t see it! One of the boys in my grade called Stella a kindergarten baby, and was pulling her braids. He deserved it.” She held up her right hand to show reddened, bruising knuckles and smiled up at her papa proudly.
“Ava…” Kurt sighed, taking her hand and running his thumbs over her knuckles gently. “I’m glad you stood up for your sister, but next time you should tell an adult.”
“I told you so.” Sam laughed, nudging Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt turned and gave him a confused look, signaling Sam to elaborate. “She’s a tough one. We shoulda let her do rocket football.”