Author: Boys Should Kiss Boys More PM
That awkward moment when your adopted son asks you why your husband calls you "Fancy."Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Family - D. Karofsky & Kurt H. - Words: 446 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 6 - Published: 07-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7158769
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"Daddy! Daddy!" Kurt looked down from his book as James rushed over to him. His son was six, and asking question after question; every day when he came home from school James had a new question on the tip of his tongue. "I have a question!"
"Okay James," first his adopted son stretched out his arms. With a sigh, Kurt scooped the kid into his arms and sat James in his lap. "What's you question?"
"Why does Dad call you Fancy?" James blinked his big, innocent hazel eyes. Kurt's own blue eyes widened and he just kind of gaped at his son. "Cuz I know you dress nice, but that's not what he means, is it?"
"Err, no sweetie, your dad doesn't mean that I look fancy, necessarily." James tilted his head, idly fiddling with a ribbon hanging off of Kurt's shirt. "It's an old nick name, from when we were in high school. Okay sweetie?"
"But why?" James pressed; he didn't acknowledge his Daddy's sigh and instead started tying the ribbon in different kinds of knots.
"Because... Well... I guess it started because I dressed nicer than your dad, so he called me fancy. And now it's just for fun. Okay James?" James took in the answer, a look on his face of pure, six year old concentration.
"Go find your sister, and play in the backyard okay?" James saluted awkwardly before leaping off his Daddy's lap. Kurt sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Kids, sometimes.
"Hey, just saw James and Elizabeth take off into the backyard, they in trouble?" David asked, kicking the door shut behind him and approaching his husband. Kurt shook his head with a smile.
"He had another question today," David pulled Kurt up so that he could pull him into a tight embrace. "He asked why," Kurt got a little distracted as Dave planted sweet, gentle kisses along Kurt's neck. ".. He asked why you call me Fancy." David's ministrations froze.
And then the taller, bulkier brunette erupted in shakes and laughter. He giggled and snorted, all under his breath, before meeting his lover's eyes. "That's awesome." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Hardly. Next thing Elizabeth will be asking why I call you Hamhock." David's eyes flickered to the sliding glass door, watching his kids for a minute. "Hey, you have that look on your face that says you've got a dirty idea."
Kurt wasn't given an answer, instead he was swiftly scooped into David's arms, and with a shout of "Hamhock!" and a condescending "Fancy," Dave carried Kurt to their bedroom.