Klaine One Shots

Married, No Fighting?

Okay, I felt like writing a few Klaine One Shots as they are my OTP!!

I wrote this a while ago but wasn't sure if I should post it, but I have now (:D :D) so please tell me if you like this and want me to do more of them?!??! :D 

 This is Klaine Future, Enjoy! :) 

Blaine’s POV

This day has been soo long! I just want to get home, to Kurt, to Eliza.

 I think of our little, adorable daughter and smile. Kurt and I have a system so that I work in the mornings and he works in the evenings for a week, then we swap. This meant that we could take it in turns to look after Eliza, and she would never be neglected.

 As she’s only three, she’s not at school yet, and Kurt and I couldn’t bear to let her go to a nursery. We had to look after her ourselves, so that’s why. The only down-sider to this system is that Kurt and I barely get anytime to ourselves away from home.

 We don’t mind too much though, as we were lucky to get such a lenient employer here, in New York. Tyler, our boss, he didn’t mind if we both weren’t in together, as long as one of us was there for the hours given.

 When we are doing a show, both of us that is, we usually ask Kurt’s parents to look after Eliza and usually that means she ends up in the audience with them. Which is always nice to see her waving, but we have to keep professional onstage of course.

 As much as I love our job- which I really do as we got to perform on a Broadway Stage, and do the things we love, together-today has been one of those slow days. Neither me, nor Kurt are performing in the show this week, I’m part of the band and Kurt is helping backstage and there isn’t as much of a thrill as to performing live.

 That’s why I feel like it’s moving so slowly. We’re not performing tonight, opening night is still two days away, but there’s so much work to be done. It’s just routine, which is why it’s so slow.

 I suddenly, out of the blue, remember the time in my last year of High School, when Kurt and Mercedes and a few others, came back to see our regionals performance. I remember when we were in the Coffee shop and I told Kurt that he looked dirty cute. I smile at the memory of Kurt’s face after I said it.

 My phone buzzes in my pocket and I check Caller ID to see it’s Kurt. Speak of the Devil.

 I answer it with a smile: “Hey babe, I can’t wait till I get back, this day has been sooo long! I was just thinking about that time, in high school, when I said you looked dirty cute in those jeans of yours. Do you still have those? I would-”

 I pause to take a sip of my coffee from Starbucks, completely unprepared for what came next.

 “Daddy?” Eliza’s voice fills my ear and I almost spit out my mouthful of coffee in surprise. I swallow, barely and cough hard enough that Rachel who was rushing past, pauses to hit my back a few times, concerned to see if I’m okay.

 “Okay?” She asks when I stop coughing.

 I put my thumbs up at her, mouthing thank you before speaking into the phone.

 “Hey Eliza,”

 “Daddy? Are you okay?” She asks, with her adorable lisp.

 “Yes sweetie, of course I am, I just swallowed a drink wrong,” I reply, wondering if Kurt phoned on his phone because he knew that I usually replied like I just had on a slow day. I smile slightly, rolling my eyes at my husband, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t actually see me.