At Rachel’s son’s sixth birthday party, a gang of rowdy kids wait impatiently for the entertainment to arrive. The man who shows up late at Rachel’s door isn’t exactly what Rachel ordered, but he might be exactly what Kurt needs. (3798 words)
This was written as an apology to @andersonswalsh for taking so long writing their @todaydreambelieversfic gift exchange prompt, and inspired by both the movie Parenthood, and a mention by (I believe) @klainecrisscolferlibrary that there aren’t enough stripper!Blaine fics.
Alternate first meeting. Future fic. Fluff and light angst.
“It’s five o’clock, Kurt!” Rachel yells as Kurt races to the
front door. He swore he heard a knock, but he can’t be sure. With roughly
thirty-seven kindergarteners racing through the house, Kurt hasn’t been able to
hear himself think since one.
“I know, I know, Rach,” Kurt replies, skidding to a stop and
narrowly missing having one of his favorite Marc Jacobs dress shirts drenched
in cherry limeade.
“He was supposed to be here by four!”
“I know that, too, Rach,” Kurt grumbles, slogging through a
stream of giggling girls and boys playing Pin
the Tail on the Donkey, which has devolved into a slightly more terrifying
game of Pin the Tail on Sam Evans.
Poor Sam. But thank God he showed up when he did. With their entertainment
late, pushing serving the cake back for another hour (because Rachel is dead set
and determined that there will be no sugar in these kids’ tummies until after the clown performs) they were
about to have a riot on their hands.
jfby12backup 