[fanfic] Eat Your Vegetables!
Title: Eat Your Vegetables!
Author: vivavious
Characters: Wes Montgomery, Toronto Anderson-Hummel
Pairing/s: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: When Kurt and Blaine are out of town they have to hire the help of their friend Wes to take care of their son Toronto. Future Fic.
“Eat your vegetables.”
“No.”
An irritated sigh escapes the corner of Wes’ mouth. “Why do you insist on making my job so hard? Just eat your damn vegetables!”
Toronto pouts, pushing the carrots around on his plate and giving the man a long-suffering look. “You are so uncool, Uncle Wes! Daddy would never force me to eat this vile.”
The muscles below his right eye involuntarily begin to twitch. What’s he even doing here? He’s Wes Montgomery, for crying out loud. Who is currently twenty minutes late for band rehearsal, waiting for his tardy “best friend” to get home.
He stabs at a piece of broccoli and waves it in front of the boy’s face, a low growl starting in his chest.
“Eat it. You need the nutrients, Toronto! And your Papa will be extremely displeased if he is disturbed because his son finds it too troublesome to eat a couple of peas.”
Toronto sits up, turning his head sharply to gaze at Wes with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
Wes stares right back callously, leaning in. “Oh, but I would.”
Suddenly, the broccoli is prodding at the boy’s mouth insistently. “Now eat.”
“I hate - mmph!” His words are cut off by the vegetable forcing itself unceremoniously down his throat, and Wes sits back, crossing his arms and watching Toronto glare at him while yanking the fork out of his mouth and chewing the broccoli reluctantly. “ - you,” he finishes with a resentful swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hate you.”
It would sound a lot more threatening if small chunks of green weren’t flying out with the words. “I’m sure that’s true, Toronto. Now finish up, I’ve got better things to do than babysit you all day.”
Toronto makes a ‘tshh’ sound and glares stubbornly at the plate. “No you don’t. Just because David doesn’t trust you enough to keep you in his apartment doesn’t mean you can take it out on me.”
“Shut up,” he grinds out, shutting his eyes and feeling a wave of tiredness crash through him. The early symptoms of a headache are beginning to throb at his temples already, and it’s only noon. “I’ve had enough of your childish tantrums. Please finish your food so we can both get out of here.”
The sulky silence is punctuated only by Toronto’s rebellious clinking as he scrapes his fork along the edges of the porcelain bowl. And Wes’ deep sighs as he attempts to fight off his incoming headache.
Author: vivavious
Characters: Wes Montgomery, Toronto Anderson-Hummel
Pairing/s: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: When Kurt and Blaine are out of town they have to hire the help of their friend Wes to take care of their son Toronto. Future Fic.
“Eat your vegetables.”
“No.”
An irritated sigh escapes the corner of Wes’ mouth. “Why do you insist on making my job so hard? Just eat your damn vegetables!”
Toronto pouts, pushing the carrots around on his plate and giving the man a long-suffering look. “You are so uncool, Uncle Wes! Daddy would never force me to eat this vile.”
The muscles below his right eye involuntarily begin to twitch. What’s he even doing here? He’s Wes Montgomery, for crying out loud. Who is currently twenty minutes late for band rehearsal, waiting for his tardy “best friend” to get home.
He stabs at a piece of broccoli and waves it in front of the boy’s face, a low growl starting in his chest.
“Eat it. You need the nutrients, Toronto! And your Papa will be extremely displeased if he is disturbed because his son finds it too troublesome to eat a couple of peas.”
Toronto sits up, turning his head sharply to gaze at Wes with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
Wes stares right back callously, leaning in. “Oh, but I would.”
Suddenly, the broccoli is prodding at the boy’s mouth insistently. “Now eat.”
“I hate - mmph!” His words are cut off by the vegetable forcing itself unceremoniously down his throat, and Wes sits back, crossing his arms and watching Toronto glare at him while yanking the fork out of his mouth and chewing the broccoli reluctantly. “ - you,” he finishes with a resentful swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hate you.”
It would sound a lot more threatening if small chunks of green weren’t flying out with the words. “I’m sure that’s true, Toronto. Now finish up, I’ve got better things to do than babysit you all day.”
Toronto makes a ‘tshh’ sound and glares stubbornly at the plate. “No you don’t. Just because David doesn’t trust you enough to keep you in his apartment doesn’t mean you can take it out on me.”
“Shut up,” he grinds out, shutting his eyes and feeling a wave of tiredness crash through him. The early symptoms of a headache are beginning to throb at his temples already, and it’s only noon. “I’ve had enough of your childish tantrums. Please finish your food so we can both get out of here.”
The sulky silence is punctuated only by Toronto’s rebellious clinking as he scrapes his fork along the edges of the porcelain bowl. And Wes’ deep sighs as he attempts to fight off his incoming headache.