what about single dads!klaine whose first "date" happens when they schedule a playdate for their two preschool aged kids?? just something cute and fluffy at one of their homes or a park or something?
First off, sorry for the delay. I typed most of the story yesterday in an unexpected free period.
Thank you so much for the prompt. I tried to be true to single daddies Klaine. It was just a new experience. I hope you like this cookie. Also I couldn't do it for preschool aged kids. I am not sure of how they talk. So these kids are in elementary school.
And for the others who submitted their wonderful prompts, I'll try to shell them out as soon. Not yet written but have some Idea.
Now onto the story(warning: if you don't like iguana, there is a picture attached. You might wonna skip it.)
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Took A Sugar Cookie From His Heart
Kurt couldn't understand till now what made him agree to this.
To organize a playdate for his daughter. Her first playdate after her other father passed away. He knew he hadn't gotten over yet. But he ought to get over someday, shouldn't he? At least for his daughter.
All was ready from his side. Talking to the boy's parent, giving consent, inviting them over the phone, organising his place for the playdate.
But mostly, talking to the boy's parent. The man with a mesmerizing voice that could suck you into the phone.
It might seem creepy but it wasn't a crime to admire someone's voice. Who happened to be someone's spouse. He sounded dapper, polite and elegant. He sounded enthusiastic: like maple syrup on pancakes. Speaking of which, he had to check the butter cookies in the oven.
He shook his head back to reality and put his Margaret Thatcher dog oven mitt for the oven. He hoped he was at his best presentable form for the guests. He hoped.
His daughter's excited scream came along with the doorbell, which startled him
"DADDDDY! DAAAAADY!"
She came running near the oven.
"Whoa there, Char! Don't go near the oven. It's still hot."
Kurt rised his 9-year-old daughter Charity and removed his mitt.
"HURRY UP DADDY! THEY ARE AT THE DOOR!"
Kurt gently patted her cheek and smiled.
"We are ready honey. Calm down. How should we welcome our guests?'
"Politely."
"That's right, honey. No screaming, okay?"
"Okay."
She nodded and gave him a high five. Kurt smiled at her enthusiasm and high-fived back.
"I'll take the cookies for the guests. Can you open the door for me?"
She nodded again as he let her down. He could see that Char was excited about the date. May this made some changes. Maybe this was the right decision.
Kurt heard the door open, Char greeting them and then only two voices. Char's and the boy's.
They came running, giggling and holding their hands.
"Daddy, this is Charlie. I call him Char, just like you call me."
Kurt looked down the counter to see the adorable boy, standing beside his daughter. Damn, he was adorable! With slightly tanned skin and black curly hair, he was dressed adorably in a striped t-shirt, black trousers with aesthetic zips, and black boots. A bold choice indeed.
"Hello, Mr…."
"You can call me Kurt, honey."
"Okay," the boy said in a sweet tone. He seemed dapper and elegant too, just like his dad's voice over the phone, " We've got some presents for you. I hope you like it."
The boy handed a warm lavender paper bag with some baked goods and other stuff
"Aww… thank you, Charlie. Is calling you Charlie okay?"
"It's fine, si- Mr Kurt."
The boy gazed at him warmly. Did he like the outfit? Was there batter on his nose? He couldn't say.
"Did you come alone?"
"Nah, Papa is outside. We brought balloons for you and now they are on a tree."
Charlie's face fell a little. Kurt came around the counter and knelt before them.
"Don't worry, honey. It's fine. You and Char can play in her room. I'll bring Papa back. Fine?"
Charlie nodded and Charity pulled his hand to her room.
Now his mission: to find his papa.
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Kurt stood at the threshold to get a clear view.
Not far from the house could Kurt see from the threshold, a tree and a man sitting on the branch. With a bunch of balloons. Maybe that was his papa.
Kurt pulled a ladder quickly from the garage and proceeded near the tree.
As the gap became closer, he could see the man panicking over something. His sight was focused on the bark.
"Need help?"
The man pointed to the bark. Precisely to the iguana on the bark.
"I'm really scared of them. C-can you get it off?"
Damn, the man was handsome. Like really handsome for a father. His amber candy eyes were radiating like stars even in the daylight. His voice was like honey even in shivers.
"Y-yeah, y-yeah, sure," Kurt's breath hitched.
He slightly pulled the iguana in his hand, lest the spikes should poke. The iguana was giving him a boring look whatsoever. It seemed like the iguana was done with his shit and romance.
Kurt dusted his hands in disgust as he put them on the ground far from the tree. Now back to the tree.
"I've put it far. You can get down now," Kurt assured with a smile, " I'll hold the ladder, I swear."
Blaine started to get relaxed as he saw Kurt holding the ladder firmly. He tugged the bunch of balloons firmly and started to climb down. He was feeling hot on his cheeks all of a sudden. Was it blush or the aftermath of the tragedy? He didn't know.
Kurt facing Blaine's ass as he got down didn't help him either. How in the hell they were perfectly shaped, tugged in the skinny blue jeans he was wearing in contrast to the black t-shirt? It was like his teenage dream coming back. Was it a dream or a teenage crush?
Kurt was daydreaming much that he didn't realize Blaine slipped off the ladder. In his instinct, Kurt held Blaine on time, leading them to fall on the freshly mowed lawn, Kurt flat on the ground and holding Blaine's waist firmly on his top. Their chests were touching close with no gap and they were almost intoxicated by each other's aura.
They stared into each other's eyes like precious stones, sucking them into a dream. They remained in the same position with Blaine gently placing his hand on Kurt's porcelain cheek, almost bringing their lips together when he heard their kids screaming and running through the threshold.
They came back to reality and let out a shy chuckle. Was it silly? Or was it too early to move on?
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered- hitched. He raised slowly to his feet and held his hand for Kurt.
"It's fine," Kurt blushed and took his hand to get up. Thank heavens, the balloons were still there, just like their lives after the tragedy.
They rushed into the house, trying to hide all the blush (and boner maybe?). Their kids ran around them as they chased each other.
Speaking of which, was this man Charlie's papa? Kurt face-palmed himself. How would he confirm?
Just like Blaine heard his mind's voice, he answered.
"I know we got weirdly introduced to each other. I'm Blaine, Charlie's dad by the way. It's my week this time. I just picked Charlie up from my ex-husband's house this morning."
And ding ding ding! Kurt just got a golden ticket for a second chance. Maybe he just bagged a deserved chance of moving on, unless Blaine was already dating already.
"I'm Kurt. Charity's dad."
Both shook their hands and withdrew faster. Both could feel the heat building heavily and fast around them.
"Thank you for the gifts, by the way. They were great. I think I-I have to ice the cookies and get the t-table ready."
"Well, can I help you? I love icing cookies."
Both blushed again and let Blaine near him. This was going to be one hell of a ride, that's for such.
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Time flew like the Flash in the next hour. With icing and setting the table, there were rapid-fire rounds and casual conversations.
In all the conversations, they got to know each other more. Kurt was a fashion designer who owned a boutique by the name "Charglows", named after his daughter's name. He lost his husband recently in a car accident. Blaine consoled him and wiped his tears as he talked about his husband.
Blaine was a bookstore owner. He bought a new apartment near the school after his recent divorce from his ex-husband.
"I don't know how I fell for him. We are good friends but now I see we are not very compatible."
"It happens," Kurt assured," I am so sorry, Blaine."
"Thank you. But I think we are better like this. As friends."
Kurt just smiled again. While he felt bad that his marriage life didn't go well, he was a little happy that he had a chance. Maybe it's not bad to move on. There is always a life after a failed love.
Charity appeared from nowhere all of a sudden, which startled them a little. Blaine smiled at her adorable chuckles and enthusiasm. It was good to know that his son had a good friend.
"Hey Char! Are you guys hungry?"
"No Daddy. Actually, I am here to give you special tickets to our big dance show."
Charity jumped up and down, failing to contain herself. She pressed 2 bits of paper with some stick figures drawn, into their hands and tugged Blaine's hand.
"Hurry up, Daddy. Mr. Blaine."
They looked at each other and they let out a small giggle. How adorable they were!
Charity dragged them to the living room where Charlie was setting the sound player. She pushed them to the sofa and hurried to the "backstage."
Charlie showed a thumbs-up after he was set. Smart kid indeed!
"Welcome! Welcome! To the great dance show! I am Charity and we are going to start the show," she yelled at the top of her voice.
Kurt melted seeing her daughter pretending to be a host show. She was growing fast and Kurt couldn't wrap the fact around his head. He grinned cheerfully, taking a deep breath.
"Are you ready?"
Kurt and Blaine clapped and cheered them loudly.
"Please welcome Charlie!" welcomed Charity as she threw her hands towards him.
The music started to play and Charlie started to dance. Blaine was tearing up to see him dancing in sync. They continued to cheer as the show was filled with alternate dances from the kids. Seeing them happy was the biggest gift they could get.
"And next star, can you guess it?"
The audience gave a loud "who" and were continuing to clap.
"Daddy!"
Kurt froze for a moment. What!
"Char, this is not funny."
She came around and tugged his hand.
"Come on Daddy. You know this song. I'll dance with you, Daddy" She pouted. She was using one of his weak points, just like his ex-husband.
Blaine patted his shoulder with a wink. Suddenly the whole world was for him getting embarrassed. This was unfair.
"Let's give it up for Mr Kurt and Charity," Charlie cheered.
And the music started to play. It was the song. The same song his dad caught him dancing to in the basement of his dad's house.
Kurt was standing there frozen trying to get himself to dance. One dose of embarrassment coming right up! He couldn't escape anyway.
Just trusting his instinct, he started to dance. This was his guilty pleasure dancing with his daughter. But dancing in front of guests was a new another thing.
"All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up"
He continued dancing around with his daughter, singing along. That was the first time he had danced wholeheartedly after losing his husband.
It took him a long time to realize Blaine was looking at him differently: his lips slightly parted, almost struck by surprise.
Blaine was feeling the peak of heat around him. What did he get himself into? He was shaking perfectly to the music, pulling him mentally towards Kurt. Was this crushing again? Falling in love again?
Blaine's cheeks turned red from all the blushing. He knew he could never get Kurt dancing out of his head now.
The song ended and Kurt rushed in saying, "I'll bring you something to eat."
Blaine got up and went to the kitchen to "help him out," but in reality, he was drawn towards him frankly.
"You danced very well."
"Oh geez, I embarrassed myself. Just like the first time."
"First time?"
"My dad caught me dancing to this. That's how I came out."
Kurt was rushing around the dining table, trying not to make eye contact, talking very fast. Blaine pulled him by his wrist and made him stand. A little closer. With a cookie.
"This is hot. You just caught me off guard," Blaine whispered.
"Really?"
Kurt's breath hitched and his heart was thumping too fast like an ignited engine.
"You take my breath away."
They were so close that they didn't realize they were bringing their lips together.
Until they heard another burst of excitement. Kurt quickly stuffed Blaine's mouth with the cookie and moved away shyly.
Blaine chuckled and munched the cookie, tasting the sugar.
"PAPA! Mr Kurt makes such amazing costumes," grinned Charlie as he showed a photo frame with Charity dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin.
" Can I ask him to make my Halloween costume? Pretty please?"
Blaine turned to Kurt for a say. Kurt was still blushing, not out of the cookie fantasy yet. Kurt instinctively nodded.
"Y-yeah s-sure."
Kurt got down on his knee and held Charlie by his shoulder.
"And maybe spend Halloween with us?"
"REALLY! THIS IS GREAT!"
Charity hugged the little adorable kid and Kurt turned to Blaine for approval.
Blaine just winked and stole the cookie from his heart.
This was just the beginning of a sweet cookie journey. A hopeful yet sweet beginning of a second chance.
Cookies anyone?
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And that's it! Sorry for the grammatical errors. I'm not a native speaker. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be back soon with fulfilling another prompt.
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