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Parties, dresses and tantrums (part one)
"But why can't I go? " Leah whined from her spot on the kitchen counter. Kurt sighed and dropped the knife he was holding. He just didn't have the energy to argue with Leah anymore. Being pregnant and forty years old was hard and tiring enough.
"Because I told so. Leah you are seventeen I'm not going to let you go to some weekend party with people I or your father don't know." He said in calm voice and continued chopping vegetables for the salad. When he was done he put the vegetable into large bowl so he could spice it later and took some tomatoes he needed to put in the sauce which was already boiling on the stove.
"But all my friends are going to be there!"
"I don't care about them, they are not my children. And I spoke with Ashley's mother today she is not letting her go neither."
"That's just not fair!" She wailed angrily and sent daggers in Kurt's way. "Pop is going to let me go!"
"I highly doubt that." He threw the chopped tomatoes into the pot with sauce and stirred. "But you can ask him, he is going to be home any minute"
"I will. What are you going to do when he says that I can go?" The teenage girl asked smug tone in her voice.
"We will cross that bridge when we get there. End of discussion." He really wasn't in the mood to palter with his daughter when the baby inside his belly decided that it was perfect time for summersaults. Tiredly he rubbed at an especially sore spot on his lower back and turned to look at his oldest daughter. She was still perched atop the kitchen island making bubbles with chewing gum. "Could you at least set the table please?" She refused to help him with making dinner because the last time she did, she almost burned the house down and she claimed that she had some kind of trauma from this. Kurt only scoffed she was so like Blaine.
When she was born she looked exactly like Kurt. Chestnut hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks, but she had Blaine's eyes. She even inhered some of Kurt's persona. She was fierce, kind hearted and really stubborn. But in the last year or so she changed drastically. Blaine said it was puberty. If it was, it must have hit her hard. She was seventeen now and Kurt had the feeling that every little thing she did, she did with the only purpose to piss him off. She was always Papa's girl, she always wanted Blaine to read her stories and he could better handle her when she had thrown a temper tantrum. But lately it seemed like arguing with Kurt was somehow her daily mission or something. He didn't know what he did to her but in his fragile pregnant state it was hurting him too much.
She looked at him looking incredibly annoyed but then with huff hopped off the counter and set to work.
"Thank you" He smiled at her but she only rolled her eyes so Kurt got back to cooking.
Just as Leah was putting the glasses on the table they heard the sound of keys in the lock of the front doors. Not even second later something beige and furry leaped from his spot under the kitchen table. Kurt laughed when he heard his husband and their dog interact in the hallway.
"Hey buddy! Did you miss me, did you?" Blaine's voice reached his ears and it was like melody to his tired mind and body. "I'm home!" Blaine shouted over the excited barking of their dog.
"I can hear that!" Kurt yelled back playfully and Blaine laughed at that.
"Papaaaaaaaa!" Abigail screamed from the living room where she was watching the TV with her brothers and Kurt heard quick footsteps and loud laughing. He smiled; he loved these dinners because these were precious moments when their family could just simply be together.
He turned off the stove and poured the sauce over the already cooked penne pasta. He mixed it together carefully and put a little of basil on it together with rich layer of grated parmesan cheese. He put it in the oven to finish and went to spice the salad.
"Hi princess" Blaine said as he stepped into kitchen and the annoyed huffing of his teenage daughter revealed to him that he must ruffled her hair like he always did.
"Mm something smells really delicious" Pair of strong arms sneaked his way around Kurt's protruding belly and palms were placed near his belly button. Blaine hooked his chin over his shoulder and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Hey Honey"
"Hi Baby. Go fresh up, dinner will be ready in five" He said to him with smile, the tension in his back waving away.
"Okay I'll get the kids" He murmured into the pale skin of his husband's neck and with last parting kiss and stolen piece of cucumber went to gather their younger babies.
Ten minutes later the family was settling themselves at their usual spots. Kurt was taking the juices and milk from the fridge when Leah's phone beeped.
"No phones at the table Leah Emily" Kurt scolded her tiredly, he just hated that he must do it every time. Blaine took the drink’s cartoons from his hands and kissed him on the forehead.
"Go sit down Honey, you look tired" Kurt smiled at him fondly and set at his spot on the short side of the table. "And you young lady put the phone away you know the rules" Leah put her phone back in her jeans' pocket and looked at Kurt half angrily and half harmed.
"Ashley just texted to me, she can go" Kurt closed his eyes and took deep calming breath.
"Good for her, my answer is still no though" He said and accepted the plate with pasta Blaine gave him. He laid in on the table and looked at the amount of food on his plate shaking his head in amusement. "Blaine, baby, I'm eating for two not five"
"Hush and eat" Blaine retorted and set places in front of Abigail and Elijah. Then he served food to Caleb and Leah who was scowling at his father.
"Why can't I go? All my friends are going to be there and I'm going to sit home like an idiot"
"Language Leah" Blaine scolded her as he sat down opposite Kurt and next to his oldest kid. "What's going on? Where can't you go?" He looked at his angry princess and then at his very tired husband. Kurt only shook his head and rubbed his temples.
"You know Mark Thompson from my class right?" Leah asked Blaine suddenly in much better mood when her Pop was home too. She saw a little flame of hope.
"The athletic guy with the piercing in his nose?" The curly haired man asked while pouring the juices for the younger kids.
"Yeah that. His parents allowed him and his brother to take some of theirs friend to their lake house in Garrison for a weekend and I was invited. Can I go please? Please?" She begged her Pop with big puppy eyes so much similar his.
"Wait you mean Jacob Thompson? The Jacob Thompson who was part of the strange punk band and had pink Mohawk and now is at college?" Blaine asked after a while of thinking.
"You didn't tell me that!" Kurt exclaimed horrified the fork with his pasta frozen halfway to his mouth.
"Yes, he is studying on Harvard" Leah said not getting the point that Blaine was making.
"And his friends are going to be there?" Blaine continued calmly.
"Yes, but Mark said-"
"No way" The older man interrupted her quickly. "There is no way I'm letting you go on some trip with college students, no"
"But, but Pop-"
"Leah you are only seventeen. I know that it looks like a big fun party. But I also know what happens at trips like this. Especially when alcohol is included, and don't try to tell me that there is not going to be any because there will. We were young too you know?" He smiled when he caught Kurt's smirk.
"That's just not fair" Leah slumped in her chair and folded hers arms over his chest her usual stance for silent treatment. Kurt and Blaine shared looks of relief hoping any temper tantrum will arise.
They continued their evening in a calm atmosphere, Blaine listening to kids telling him what they did during the day and also telling his own stories. Well it was calm until Kurt didn't try to speak with Leah.
"Leah, Honey, could we have another dress fitting after dinner? It's almost done I just need to sew the sides together" The last two weeks he was working at the perfect prom dress for his daughter. He worked mainly at nights and Blaine usually had to drag him to bed so he wasn't up too late.
"But I already have dress for the prom. I bought it yesterday with Ashley" Leah shrugged like nothing was happening.
"But I thought that you wanted me to make your dress" Kurt said slowly looking up at Blaine with a confused look.
"Well I changed my mind. I'm not your doll you can dress like you want" She snapped maliciously.
"Leah!" Blaine raised his voice a little. "Don't talk to your father like that. He worked really hard on your dress"
"Well I don't care. I'm not whipped by him like you or stupid like the others that I would let him boss me around anymore!" She thrown her napkin at the table and angrily marched up the stairs in her room.
The atmosphere around the table changed very quickly. Kurt opened and closed his mouth a few times his hands shaking. Blaine knew that he was on the verge of breaking down so he wanted to send the kids upstairs but before he could, Kurt shakily stood up from the table.
"I'm- I'm going to lay down okay?" He said quietly and quickly disappeared from the room too.
Hour later the younger kids were asleep. Blaine tried to speak with Leah but she continued to scream at him to go away so he decided that he would let her to cool down. Silently he crept into their bedroom. When he went to check on Kurt an hour ago he was doing his nightly moisturizing routine, vehemently trying to hold his tears at bay. When he opened the door Kurt was currently lying on the bed his arms curled around his seven month pregnant belly, eyes closed.
"Honey, are you asleep?" He asked quietly and set down at the edge of the bed. Slowly Kurt's eyes opened shining with unshed tears. "Hey it's okay." He murmured softly and caressed his forehead.
"I'm not bossing you around, am I?" He asked in miserable tone.
"No, no Angel you're not" He smiled at him sadly and let him lay his head on his tight.
"I worked so hard on that dress" He hiccupped pitifully while Blaine caressed his soft locks. Blaine looked at the corner where figurine with Leah’s dress stood. It was amazing; in Blaine's eyes it was one of the best things Kurt ever designed. It was made from light green court chiffon. One side of the skirt was falling to the ground in gentle stream of green and the second would end slightly above her knee. It had only a one shoulder neckline which was cover in small diamonds like stones with additional beadings. With her hazel eyes and chestnut hair she would look fantastic in it.
"I know Honey, I know. And it is so beautiful"
"Yes it is. But she is not going to wear it. She is going to wear some low quality dress she picked with Ashley. I just really wanted to make her look and feel like a princess" He sniffed loudly and Blaine whipped away the tears from his cheeks.
"Don't worry. She is going to cool off and in the morning she will be the sweet girl we both nurtured"
"She won't Blaine don't you see that?" He snapped harshly and sat up. "Every day she finds some little thing to argue with me about. Today it was the trip, yesterday because I made her do the laundry and that's how it works every fucking day" He angrily whipped the tears from his eyes. "I can't do it anymore"
"You didn't tell me she was picking fights again" Blaine scooted closer to him and put his arms around him. "I will talk to her tomorrow okay? She can't act like that. And it's Friday tomorrow, I could take it off and we could go on a trip okay? Maybe to the Zoo"
"She is seventeen you seriously think she is going to go with us to Zoo?" Kurt asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, that's going to be her punishment" Blaine chuckled and kissed his husbands lips. "I love you" He murmured and lowered them both to the pillows. Kurt smiled at him from under his lashes and let his husbands soft kisses and touches lull to sleep.