This is a story in The Chaperone verse for dapper-to-the-bone. She requested kindergarten teacher!Blaine. Sorry it took so long!

Gay marriage is now legal in New Jersey! Woot woot!

This is just goofy fluff honestly.

It wasn't that Daisy didn't want to celebrate her grandma's birthday. She loved her, and she was pretty sure that if she was good during dinner she would get a big slice of birthday cake. But, when her whole family got together they were noisy, and nobody seemed to want to play with her. Not to mention the shoes her parents made her wear to the fancy restaurant pinched terribly.

On the bright side, when she went into the CVS with her dad to pick up a last minute card, he let her buy one of the bouncy balls that you get out of the machine for a quarter.

"As long as you don't play with it during dinner," he had made her promise.

She had agreed, but the dinner was taking forever and the buttered noodles her parents had ordered for her were long gone. So, while the adults continued to talk for what seemed like an eternity (and seriously what was it that adults spent so much time talking about?) she pulled the ball out of her pocket and began bouncing it on the floor next to her.

To her dismay, after about the third bounce, she lost control of the ball and it rolled away from her. Daisy looked back at her family, and when it seemed that they were properly distracted she set off in search of her lost toy. She followed it, and finally caught it when it got stuck between the bussing station and one the the booths. She was about to head back to her table when she heard a familiar voice.

"So, it's pretty exciting what's going on with marriage equality these days. I knew once New York legalized it New Jersey would be close behind," Daisy wasn't sure what the two men were talking about, but she was sure that one of them was Mr. Anderson, her kindergarten teacher. Her five year old brain never put that fine a point on it, but seeing her teachers outside of school always gave her the same uneasy feeling she got when she saw dogs wearing rain boots. Both things were familiar, but they didn't go together.

She knew she should be getting back to the table before her parents noticed she had wandered off, but she had always liked Mr. Anderson. He was nice to her when she was shy in the beginning of the year, and he sang the best songs in class. She wanted to say something to him, but she wasn't sure she should interrupt the conversation he was having with the other man in the booth. Her mother always sad that it wasn't polite to interrupt other people's conversations.

"I know. It's almost surreal," the other man replied, abandoning his fork, and leaning his cheek on his hand, "it won't be long now until it's nation wide."

Mr. Anderson's cheeks pinked which Daisy thought was weird. Teachers weren't supposed to get embarrassed, "I um...I actually wanted to talk to you about that," he said, also putting his fork down. Daisy couldn't see the other man's face, but he stood up straighter to give Mr. Anderson his full attention. "Do you remember when my parents confessed to us that they used to get uncomfortable when they saw us kissing, but then they started spending more time with us and watching Modern Family, and slowly it stopped being weird to see two men show affection for each other?"

"Of course I do," the man said. "It was the first Christmas we spent there, and not at Dad and Carole's house."

Mr. Anderson nodded, "I've um...I've been thinking," Mr. Anderson swallowed, and if Daisy didn't know any better she would think he was nervous, "Kurt, when I first fell in love with you fifteen years ago, I never dreamed it was possible to love you any more than I did in that moment, but somehow, every day you find a way to make me love you even more. We...we're already committed to each other. That goes without saying at this point. But I think...I think maybe it's time we also committed ourselves to the cause. You know, give people an amazing example of two men who are committed, in love, and...and married."

"Blaine...are you—?"

But before the other man (Kurt was his name, Daisy realized) could say anything, Mr. Anderson did something that Daisy had only ever seen in movies. He stood up, got down on one knee in front of Kurt, and pulled out a little black box, "Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?"


Daisy got scolded for wandering off, but when she told her parents that it was because she saw her teacher, they softened slightly while still giving her a stern warning not to do that again. She didn't mind, though. Watching Mr. Anderson get engaged to Kurt was one of the most spectacular things she had ever seen in her young life. After Kurt said yes, there was a smattering of applause from the people around them, and the two men kissed and hugged. She didn't watch that part...she thinks kissing is sort of gross.

The dinner had gone fairly late, so it was already past her bedtime when they arrived home, and Daisy was put right to bed with her nightly bedtime story. That night they read Cinderella, one of her favorites. She liked when things ended with a wedding and a happily ever after.

"Daddy," she said, turning onto her side to face her father, "you know how we got Grandma a card for her birthday, and how we got cousin Nancy a card when she graduated?"

"Yeah," her dad said, putting the book down on the bedside table.

"If I know someone getting married, like Cinderella and Prince Charming, should I give them a card, too?" she asked.

Daisy's dad looked taken aback. He couldn't for the life of him think who his five year old daughter knew that was old enough to get married, "well, you should get cards for people whenever something special happens. I think getting engaged is pretty special, don't you?" he said with smile, "do you mind telling me who this mystery couple is?" he teased.

"Well tonight when I went to go get my ball...I mean when I went to see Mr. Anderson," she started, and her dad indulgently pretended not to hear the first part. "I wanted to say hi, but then he got down on one knee and asked this man Kurt to marry him, and he said yes!"

Her father thought back to the article he had read this morning about the first same sex couple being married in New Jersey and smiled, "Daisy, I think he would absolutely love a card. Why don't you get some of your classmates to sign it too?"


"Mr. Anderson?" Daisy said timidly. The rest of the class had been dismissed for recess, but she lingered behind.

Her teacher looked up from where he was sifting through some papers on his desk, "what's up Daisy?" he asked.

"I um...I went out for dinner with my family this weekend, and I saw you at the restaurant, and then my daddy said that if you know someone getting married you should give them a card, and so I made this for you in art, and had everyone sign it, except for Jeremy who is sick today," she said, speaking quickly to get it all out in one breath.

Mr. Anderson reached out to take the card from Daisy's hands. There was a rudimentary picture of him and Kurt with a heart around it, and inside were the 'signatures' of 22 of his kids. The word 'congratulations' was written on the top, probably by the art teacher.

"Daisy I...I don't know what to say. This is so incredibly sweet of you," Mr. Anderson said, looking at the card fondly, and reaching out to squeeze the young girl's shoulder. "I love it. Thank you."

Daisy smiled, "You're welcome. Dee you after recess," she said before skipping out after her friends.


Kurt was sure he would get the rest of the story later, but for now he was content with a picture message from Blaine with the caption: 'I have the best students in the whole world'.