#she's brattier than i remember i think but it's fine

[rudimentari]

@urianius 

"ah, you look amazing! you're definitely going to steal his heart!" sooyoung offers her current client overly excited finger guns, a bright smile tugging at her lips as one eye winks in the other's direction. the woman is unamused, too busy overanalyzing herself in the mirror, running her hands along her body to smooth down the hot pink dress she'd found herself in, soo's choice, of course! the quickest way to anybody's heart was to wear pink, it was simply science. somewhat annoyed with the woman's blatant refusal to listen to a word she said once she'd gotten dressed, the smile falls from sooyoung's face and she eyes the other with narrowed eyes, one brow quirking as she finally steps between her and the mirror. "soooo, are you going to go meet him, or would you rather stand here and check yourself out for another few hours and miss your opportunity entirely?" she receives grumbling in response as the woman turns on her heel, snatches her purse and storms out the door. the cupid stands dumbfounded for a few moments, brows knit tightly together before she shrugs her shoulders and skips after her, determined to finally put together a perfect match. her supervisor would finally be able to rave about her to her peers! how exciting!

to the woman, sooyoung was no more than just a aspiring matchmaker who more or less coerced her into using her services by convincing her she'd never find love unless she put her faith into the younger girl. now, most people would consider that the wrong approach to her job, but there was something fun about turning it into something straight out of one of those cheesy romantic movies the humans seemed to eat right up. maybe the threat was taking it a step too far, but if they fell in love, did the process to get there really matter? she didn't think so. all's fair in love and war or however the saying goes.

she tags along behind the woman with a spring in her step, but she's far enough back that the other probably wouldn't detect her presence. or if she did, and things went terribly wrong, at least she was out of the 'being potentially attacked' zone. she was a lover, not a fighter, but she could run quite fast if the need was there and she was always prepared to book it. she'd learn after getting a cake flung in her face after one particularly abysmal date and she'd vowed to never let something along those lines happen again. the thought alone causes her to shudder, hands curling into tight fists at her side as she continues to follow the other to the date destination. she'd convinced both parties that a rose garden was simply to die for and that any single people she'd led there before ended up together without a hitch! in reality, she'd never set up anybody at a rose garden before, nor had any dates she'd set up including roses gone well. she recalls the one where a woman cut her finger on a thorn and started screaming at the man in the middle of a busy restaurant. another shudder, but she doesn't have time to dwell on the memory as they arrive to the garden.

now, sooyoung really should have realized right away that things were about to go terribly wrong. upon arrival, the man was smoking which the cupid recalled was one of the woman's biggest pet peeves. strike one. next, the man didn't even really greet her and when the woman smiled up at him, he merely nodded in response. strike two. from there, she wasn't really sure what went wrong. what was meant to be a sunny day turned rainy, and the trio was positively drenched by the end of it. the couple ended up arguing in front of a conveinience store over something sooyoung didn't really understand, so she didn't register it, the words going through one ear and right out the other, but she surveyed the situation nonetheless. in the end, the woman stormed off much like she did earlier in the apartment and with a solemn, terribly sad finger gun in the direction of the man (he did not appreciate it) she followed after her other client, shoes squelching with the water they'd gathered in the time she'd been watching. in her mind, even a bad job deserved some sort of payment. she'd gone through all the trouble of finding two people to meet, after all! right, she needed the man to pay too. she whips out her phone and taps away quickly, but in doing so she doesn't realize the woman has stopped and turned to face her, and the young cupid walks right into her, sending her phone clattering against the ground. she pouts when she looks up, ready to berate the offender, before her eyes widen and she offers a wide grin instead.

"hey! sooo, you think you love him? do you hear the wedding bells? picture yourself in a white dress--" the woman stops her with a hand in front of her face, tells her to never contact her again, and certainly does not pay her. well, that didn't seem very legal. then again, she didn't really understand the law. she shrugs knowing in the end her supervisor will send her funds anyway and bends down to pick up her phone. it's a little wet, but undamaged otherwise. on the screen is her unsent text to the man and she eyes it for a moment, before adding the finishing touch.

[ sms ] thank uuuu again for using my service~ ☆d(o⌒∇⌒o)b [ sms ] be sure to tell ur friends!! and family!! and anyone u know who's scared of dying alone!! [ sms ] i'll be around to collect my payment! see u then~!

she hits send and then pockets her phone and makes her way back to her apartment, the bounce in her step still there despite the fact she'd once again failed terribly at her job. oh well, love would find those two fools one day, with or without her!

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 77 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Violet had to come to terms with Sutan’s past. Courtney got whisked away for a luxury vacation. Fame enjoyed entertaining Juju and Detox’s youngsters.

This Chapter: Courtney tries something new, Sutan and Raja chat, Violet gets an intriguing invitation, Adore and Tati catch up on the hot goss, and Dahlia has an embarrassing run-in.

***

“See anything you like?”

Bianca had just dumped the contents of a canvas bag onto the bed, and was looking down at Courtney with a half smile, clearly waiting for some kind of response. Courtney blinked, her mind still a bit addled from drinking all day, wondering what those objects were.

“What are…” Courtney trailed off, heat creeping into her cheeks as it slowly dawned on her what she was looking at: a large and varied collection of colorful sex toys. She bit her lip, touching one of them, heart pounding.

“Well?” Bianca sat down beside her on the bed, a grin deepening her dimples as she watched Courtney’s face.

“Um...I guess I’ve always wondered what a vibrator’s like,” Courtney admitted, looking closer at the various toys, taking in their shapes and textures. “I’ve never actually tried one.”

“Never?” Bianca asked, and she sounded so incredulous that Courtney found herself blushing even more.

“Well, I...I lived with my parents, and then in college I had roommates, and...I dunno. Shut up.”

“You’re adorable,” Bianca said, kissing her cheek. “But, okay...anything you see that piques your interest?”

The good thing about the liquor still strong in Courtney’s blood was that it helped ease her self-consciousness. It allowed her to blurt out the first thought that came into her head, even looking boldly up at Bianca with a naughty expression.

“Why don’t you show me your favorite?” she asked, leaning back on her elbows.

Bianca held her gaze for a few seconds before nodding, grin deepening into a confident smirk.

“Alright.” She chose one of the toys, sweeping the rest off the bed. “This...is called a Magic Wand…”

She placed the toy between Courtney’s legs, the rounded, velvety-soft top just barely touching her. Courtney arched forward, trying to edge closer.

“Uh uh...not so fast, my love…” Bianca began to kiss down her throat, smiling into her skin as she listened to Courtney’s pained whimpers.

Everywhere Bianca touched her, Courtney felt tingles on her already heated skin, a hunger for more blooming inside her as she dug her fingers into Bianca’s shoulders. When Bianca’s lips ghosted over hers in a teasing kiss, she summoned the strength to grab her hair and pull her in closer.

“You ready, angel?” Bianca moved her hand down to the wand, the back of her fingers brushing against Courtney’s thigh as she gripped it tightly.

“Yes,” Courtney breathed, praying that whatever the toy did, it would relieve the unbearable pulsing between her legs, satisfy the ache spreading in her core.

“Okay…” With one last kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth, Bianca turned on the wand, and Courtney was immediately electrified by the quiet buzzing against her, a gasp leaving her lips. “You like that, baby?”

“Y-yes…oh god…” Courtney threw her head back, her hips thrusting up again and again, unable to get enough. “More...please…”

Bianca turned up the vibration, pressed the toy harder against her, and Courtney let out a moan, full-throated and shameless, unable to hold back.

“That’s right…” Bianca purred into her ear, shifting slightly, now using her own weight to press the toy against Courtney’s clit, freeing up her hands to wander higher, fingers skating over her skin.

Courtney squeezed her eyes tightly closed, thighs around Bianca’s hips, arching up to match her rhythm. And then, something incredible happened. First, Courtney heard Bianca’s breath begin growing ragged in her ear, felt her touch change from light and teasing to intense and urgent as she wrapped her hands around Courtney’s waist.

Her hips were rolling faster now, pressing Courtney down into the mattress, choked whimpers unlike anything Courtney’d heard from her before sounding from her throat. Courtney took Bianca’s face into her hands, wanting nothing more than to witness the look on her face as she came. She watched with rapt attention, positively enthralled by the way her eyes rolled back as her whole body shivered with pleasure. She brought her face closer, brushing their lips together, swallowing up her beautiful broken moans with kisses.

When Bianca’s hips finally stuttered and then stilled, she almost immediately started squirming uncomfortably.

“Too much,” she gasped, and Courtney somehow knew exactly what she was trying to say.

She reached down and pulled the toy out from between them, switching it off and then tossing it aside before wrapping her arms around Bianca once more, holding her close.

Courtney couldn’t help but feel like seeing her fall apart like this was a rare honor, in spite of the number of women she’d slept with. She took that privilege seriously, cradling Bianca in her arms, stroking her cheek lightly with a finger.

It was awhile before Bianca spoke again, clearing her throat, almost embarrassed. “Uh, I didn’t plan on that…”

“You’re so beautiful,” Courtney responded, placing a light kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Bianca bit her lip, and the look in her brown eyes seemed adorably vulnerable, almost self-conscious, as she curled back up in Courtney’s arms, for once at a loss for words.

***

“You know, I think we need a discussion about what constitutes an emergency,” Sutan tapped the side of the coffee grinder, pouring the last bit into the porta-filter, “Because you forgetting how to work your espresso machine isn’t one.”

“Oh shut up,” Raja groaned, and Sutan chuckled, clicking everything into place and turning the machine on. Raja was hungover, the wine glasses in the sink and the empty bottles telling their clear story of what his sister and Raven had gotten up to last night.

Raven had left for the gym, which was why Raja wallowed in her misery, but Sutan had to admit that it was kind of adorable, Raja so rarely giving into her brattier side.

“All I’m saying sister dear,” Sutan took the fresh cups of coffee, Raja always taking it black, and followed behind her into the living room, “is that I might hesitate the next time you claim to be in distress.”

“Please,” Raja dumped down on the couch, holding out a hand for her cup. “Like you’re ever going to not be there.”

Sutan sat down, a little ball of warmth happily nestled in his chest as Raja put her legs in his lap. He didn’t say it often, but he loved Raja so much that it hurt sometimes.

“Mmh,” Sutan took a sip of his coffee, the beans perfectly roasted. “Have you heard from Bianca?”

“No.” Raja didn’t elaborate, and Sutan had to hold back an eyeroll. Seemed like he shouldn’t tell Raja that he had been texting with Bianca, asking her to bring back a bottle (or several) of pitorro when he had learned that she was in Puerto Rico, not that he wouldn’t share said bottles with his twin if Bianca brought them back.

Sutan didn’t have any cards in the latest game of drama amongst his friends, his position as neutral as possible since he genuinely didn’t care about the girl Bianca was dating, her name already forgotten once again, but he had to admit that he had hoped the entire thing would have blown over already.

“Where’s Violet? Still asleep?”

“Work.” Violet had kissed him goodbye after breakfast, saying that she’d text him when she left the office, but being alone suited him fine since Sutan had actually planned to work himself before Raja had called, his fingers itching with the need to truly get going on launching Gigi as a model.

He leaned back, watching Raja take one of the wrapped chocolates from the crystal bowl on the couch table, the desire for sweets truly cementing his twin's hangover.

“Actually,” Sutan drummed his fingers on Raja’s shin, the lounge pants she was wearing the softest gray jersey. “Speaking of Violet...”

[Speaking of Violet what?]

Sutan had to fight not to shrink at Raja’s instant switch to Indonesian, the conversation suddenly that much more serious.

[Speaking of Violet...] Sutan bit the inside of his cheek, wondering for a moment if he should continue. [She apparently didn’t know that I have been married.]

[What?] Raja raised an eyebrow, disbelief thick in her voice. [Seriously?]

“Yup.” Sutan popped the P. [I think I figured she had googled me, read my wikipedia or just…] He could honestly not remember the last time he had dated a woman who didn’t already know all about him, who hadn’t dived into the catalogue of his past. [I don’t know if I should feel bad about it, or if-]

[Feel bad?] Raja huffed, taking a sip of her coffee. [Why on earth would you feel bad?]

[It seems like something I should have told her,] Sutan sighed, crossing his arms. [I’m always-] He cut himself off. He had wanted to talk about Violet’s past, about how jarring it felt each time he discovered another layer of the woman he was dating, but it didn’t feel right to tell Raja, didn’t feel like his story to tell. [Do you think we’re too self absorbed?]

[Who? Us?] Raja smiled, a teasing tone in her voice and Sutan nodded. He knew his world began and ended with Raja, that she and their friends had been at the center of his universe for literal decades.

[Yes.] Sutan thought he had loved some of his past girlfriends, had genuinely believed that there was something special there, but as he continued to get to know Violet, as they continued to grow closer, the feelings of his past faded at an alarming rate.

[Well brother dear, I’m not the one who assumed my girlfriend read my wikipedia.]

“Oh fuck off!” Sutan groaned, pushing Raja’s leg, making his twin sister laugh. [Don’t twist my words!]

[Never.] Raja smirked, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV.

***

Violet swiped her card, doing her best to balance as she opened the door to the design floor.

Galactica was completely empty, a single security guard on the ground floor the only other person she had seen. It reminded her of when she was an assistant, so many of her mornings starting before anyone else was even in the building.

Violet didn’t miss being an assistant, at least not really - what she was doing now so much more creatively fulfilling, but there had been a rhythm to being in Fame’s office, a way things were done that was easy to understand and to follow, Fame consistent and even predictable in her own way.

It was simply a matter of delivering perfection, and as someone who used to dedicate her life to ballet, she understood.

Violet maneuvered her way through the door, the new crossbody Yves Saint Laurent Sutan had gifted her for Christmas perfect for when she needed her hands on her crutches, the thin layer of ice outside treacherous terrain.

She had come in to print the pictures she had found of Raja at the MET, to get started on the folder she’d bring for the first meeting that was already plopped into her calendar by Ivy before the holidays.

She had a vague idea of a color palette, and she was pretty sure she had seen some stones in the warehouse that she could maybe use, but she knew she couldn’t move forward with sketches until she had physical samples of fabric.

Violet had expected the design floor to be empty, but the light was on, the sound of a sewing machine greeting her.

She paused, looking around the floor, closing the door behind her. “... Hello?”

“Chachki!” Violet looked over, only to see Bob sitting at Maxwell’s machine, a bright grin on his face. He was wearing a patterned sweater, a gigantic cup of coffee and a half-eaten blueberry muffin next to him. “Hi!”

“Hi?” Violet smiled, the fact that Bob seemed genuinely excited for her to be there filling her with warmth. She walked over, her curiosity too great to ignore. “I didn’t know you sewed.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” Bob smirked, pushing his tortoise shelled glasses onto his head. “I can’t sew like tailoring, or even you guys, but this apparently tore the last time I wore it.“

For the first time, Violet looked at the project Bob was working on. It appeared to be a gigantic almost Barbie-like orange dress, the size of it supporting Bob’s claim that it was his own dress.

“And Maxwell won’t be back from Seattle until tomorrow, so here I am, trying to put it back together.”

“Let me see,” Violet took a seat on the edge of Maxwell’s desk, putting her crutches aside to pick the costume up. The dress was a beautiful deep orange, silver thread woven into the fabric, it ended in a mermaid tail that had layers upon layers of orange feathers, and that was where the problem was, a tear going through two of the layers which had destroyed the integrity of the entire tail. “I can help.”

“You can?” Bob shot a quick look at her cast, and Violet had to fight not to roll her eyes.

“Yes.” She pushed out from the table, Bob getting up from his chair so Violet could take a seat.

Sure, it was bulky and annoying to work a sewing machine with a broken ankle, but it was all about swallowing the pain, which was something Violet excelled at.

“You know...” She grabbed the tray of needles, quickly flipping the tail so she could redo what Bob had done, his work adequate, but she prefered things her way. “I can’t wait for people to stop treating me like an invalid.”

Sutan had gotten better at it, her boyfriend almost believing her now when she said she could do something by herself.

“Sorry,” Bob grinned, the coffee cup in hand as he watched, “but hey, if you’re not an invalid, you should come see my show tomorrow.”

“Your drag show?”

Everyone at Galactica knew Bob did drag, his drag name - creatively enough - simply Bob the Drag Queen. Violet had never seen him in action, but Jovan had shown her pictures, and Blu had entertained her with the story of how Bob had made her snort vodka out of her nose. She had never been to a drag show, but during her time at school, both at the Ballet Academy and at Parsons, several of her fellow students had been big fans, a few of the guys even dabbling in drag themselves.

“Yeah! It’s going to be great!” Bob smiled. “Comedy, dance, the whole shebang.”

He was certainly selling it, and Violet would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what Bob was like as a performer. “Can I bring Sutan?”

“Would I ever say no to that?”

“Then yes.” Violet smiled, “Yes, I’d like to go.”

***

“Ah!” Raven moaned, throwing her head back, her legs cramping and catching Raja’s hand between them, water and bubbles splashing over the edge of the tub as she came.

Raja grinned, pressing a kiss against Raven’s temple, her thumb slowing down to lazy circles over Raven’s clit, her other hand still pinching her nipple. “Hey princess.”

“Mmh,” Raven groaned, her eyes still closed, a sated smile blooming on her lips, her nails digging into Raja’s arm a little whine leaving her as Raja pulled her fingers out. “Fuck you’re good.”

“So I’ve been told,” Raja smiled, reaching out with her foot to turn the warm water back on.

It was rare for Raja to have time like this on her hands, to luxuriate in a bubble bath with Raven, to know that she didn’t have to hurry, that they didn’t have to be anywhere or meet anyone, and Raja loved it.

***

VIOLET: Bob has invited us to a drag show tomorrow

SUTAN: Bob who?

VIOLET: Bob from work

SUTAN: Tall?

VIOLET: Yes.

VIOLET: He’s performing. In the show

SUTAN: Cool. Sounds fun

SUTAN: I’m in! ;)

***

“Ughhhhhh…” Bianca whined, flopping heavily onto the bed. “Everything huuuurts.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Courtney giggled, climbing in after her.

At her beautiful girlfriend’s request, they’d spent a large part of the day going on a guided paddle boarding tour around a nearby lagoon. It was all very nice in theory...looking at sea creatures and enjoying the sunshine and fresh air, not to mention Courtney’s ass in skimpy bikini bottoms. But Bianca was just, simply put, not in the same shape as Courtney, and after trying to keep up with her all day, she felt like she’d been hit by a truck.

“I’m a little past my athletic prime, sunshine,” she said.

“Well, I think you did great,” Courtney said. She pressed a kiss to Bianca’s cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Bianca offered only a grunt in response, making Courtney laugh and hold her tighter. The ruffles from her dress brushed against Bianca’s thighs as she slid her leg in between them, and while Bianca was not about to admit how good it felt to be wrapped up in an embrace, she did feel her muscles softening a little at her touch.

“I’m serious, it was very impressive…” Courtney added, then cooing, “My good girl…”

Bianca cracked open one eye. “Why do I feel like I’m being patronized?”

“Well…” At first, Courtney looked like she was going to deny it, but then she changed her mind, a charming smile spreading across her face. “Do you hate it?”

“Mmm...not completely,” Bianca admitted.

Courtney giggled again, holding her close. “So...do you want a special reward, for being such a good girl?” she asked.

“Yes. Alcohol.”

“We can do that,” Courtney laughed, nuzzling into her. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, how about we make tomorrow a spa day?”

“You got it.” Courtney pressed a kiss to her jaw, her lips lingering, arm tightening around her waist.

When Bianca breathed out a contented sigh, she felt Courtney smile against her skin.

“And also…”

“Yes?” Courtney asked, voice lilting teasingly.

“Use your imagination,” Bianca said, pushing her on her back, hand sliding up under her dress.

***

“Hi! Can you hear me?” Adore waved, grinning at the camera, her voice much louder than it needed to be. She wasn’t that much older than Tati, but she was an absolute Grandma when it came to technology.

“Guuurl omigod I have a headache like you wouldn’t believe. When are you back in town?” Tati asked, settling on her bed, iPad propped against her knees.

“I fly back in 2 days, why?” Adore asked, laughing.

“My cousins got the new PlayStation for Christmas and it’s been non-stop screaming and cursing from the den, which is like...literally the other side of my wall,” Tati moaned. “I was hoping I could crash with you in the city for a couple of days, at least until they go back to school.”

“Baby, you know you’re always welcome!” Adore said.

“Thanks. Tyra’s not coming back until after New Year’s and you know Morgan’s roommates are cunts about overnight guests. And Courtney...well, I’m not trying to set foot in that dungeon anytime soon.”

“Courtney might not be in the dungeon much longer,” Adore laughed, fluttering her lashes.

“Why? What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say that bae has my sister wrapped around her little finger,” Adore said. “I’ve actually never seen Bianca like this. And Courtney...well...she’s fucking gone, you already know that.”

“I do, I do,” Tati laughed. “Her posts have been...extremely extra. But you really think they’re gonna be breaking out the U-Haul so soon? Kind of a cliché, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know for sure. But it wouldn’t surprise me if Courtney was moving on up to a dee-luxe apartment in the sky sometime soon,” declared Adore.

Tati laughed. “Wow, and to think we knew her when…”

“Ha!” Adore snorted, some of whatever she was drinking coming out her nose.

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any hot girls on the horizon?” Tati asked, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

“I mean, hopefully,” Adore chuckled, “But nobody’s made their presence known in my universe at the moment. Well, except this waitress that I proposed to the other day. But I think that affair is over.”

“Aww, RIP.”

“Yeah…” Adore’s smile faltered slightly and she sighed. “Honestly, it’s been a bit bleak.”

“You’ll find someone,” Tati insisted. “You’re like...the most lovable person on the planet.”

“Awww, thank you baby…” Adore’s grin returned in full force, and Tati grinned back at her.

“COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!” screamed one of her cousins.

“Sorry, when did you say you’re back?”

***

It had seemed like a sexy idea, in Dahlia’s head. Showing up at Pearl’s house after her shift, still in costume, with only a winter coat thrown over it. It probably could have been sexy, if Pearl was the one who answered the door.

Instead, as she posed in the doorframe, the door swung open to reveal a bald white guy wearing an Aloha shirt over a purple turtleneck.

Shit.

It somehow hadn’t occurred to Dahlia that Pearl’s roommates would be home up and about at this time of night. She immediately straightened up, hands going reflexively to the belt of her coat, making sure it was securely tied. The last thing she needed was a tit to fall out in front of this man.

“Um...hi,” he said, a slightly puzzled but still friendly smile on his lips. “I assume you’re a friend of Pearl’s?!

“Uh, yeah. Hi.”

“Come on in. I’m Trixie, by the way.” He opened the door to let Dahlia through, then gestured to a pretty blonde on the sofa, who was sitting in front of a TV that was paused in the middle of The Nightmare Before Christmas, her lap filled with some knitting project. “That’s Katya.”

Katya waved cheerfully, calling out, “Hi!” and then, “PEARLIE!”

“WHAT?!”

“COME OUT HERE!”

“Whaaaaaat?” After a few moments, Pearl’s bedroom door opened and she appeared, looking slightly disheveled and extremely hot in that just-woke-up way she had about her.

“Company,” Trixie informed her, and the pout faded from her lips as she spotted Dahlia.

“Oh, hey!”

“Can I take your coat?” Trixie asked kindly.

“No! Uhhh...I mean, no thanks. Sorry. I just…”

“Why don’t we hang out in my room?” Pearl suggested, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her sleepy bedroom eyes had a mischievous glint, promising an evening of fun.

“Okay,” Dahlia said, breathing a sigh of relief. Before she disappeared behind Pearl, she remembered to say, “Um, nice to meet you. Both.”

Trixie offered a still-slightly-puzzled wave as Pearl yanked her inside and shut the door firmly.

“Jesus. Sorry. I didn’t realize the’d be-”

“Whatcha got under the coat, pumpkin?”

Dahlia pursed her lips, amused at how Pearl had caught on so quickly to her game. “Well I...didn’t exactly change from work.”

“Show me.”

“Say please.” Dahlia smiled, fingering her belt.

“Please,” Pearl said immediately. She settled on the bed, leaning back to enjoy the show she so clearly expected. “Please show me…”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: you jump, i jump jack; pete dunne

Notes:

This came to my main asks via @vonschweetz​ and it got me thinking... What if I redid Barbie and Pete entirely. And made Barbie a brattier little Omega, more resistant. I still might want to do this, we shall see... It was an interesting take.

Summary:

Bratty omega meets stubborn as fuck alpha. let the games begin.

Pairing:

Pete Dunne x OFC, Barbie

Warnings:

Uhh... flirtation and banter, bratty omegas and stubborn alphas. It’s cute. Seriously. I might actually try doing something with this.

Barbie looked from man to man, totally unimpressed. Folding her arms, she cleared her throat when they finally took a break from their whole territorial thing. “Will you two kindly knock it the fuck off? And get lost, your Alpha stink is probably what’s keeping my true Alpha from making himself known.”

“You don’t have an Alpha. You could have me, but you won’t stop being stubborn.”

“I’d clearly be better for you than that asshole. C’mon. Think about it. You and me, baby.”

“All you two idiots are doing is making me dryer than the Sahara desert. Fuck off.” Barbie practically spat the words at the two men and luckily, it was enough to send them away. This time.

… oh but those two twat waffles will be back. They always come back… if I could just hurry and figure out who back here is my true Alpha…

… but what if it’s somebody you don’t want to be mated to?…

… anyone has to be better than Oney Lorcan and fucking Matt Cross… anyone…

Almost as if she’d summoned it, the scent was back again and it was… So heavy. It dominated the air and Barbie breathed in deep. Fanning herself, she leaned back against the brick wall and let her eyes flit around the room, careful to not settle on any particular member of the roster.

It couldn’t be Tyler Bate or Trent Seven.

She knew it wasn’t any of the Undisputed Era, she’d gotten close enough to each man earlier in the week to realize that they were not only not the scent she’d been trying to find, but their scents all actually repulsed her.

None of them had that unique combination of Big Red chewing gum and freshly upturned earth like this scent. And while normally, the scent of dirt did literally nothing for her, in this case it was… Like the most erotic thing she’d ever smelled in her life.

It wasn’t Johnny Gargano, either.

So far, no one she’d tried to get close to matched this particular scent.

Distractedly, Barbie stepped away from the wall and gave in to the urge to follow her nose. As she started to walk down the hall, the scent got heavier and heavier, beckoning her. Turning a corner and entering catering, she managed to collide with Pete Dunne around the same time that the scent suddenly intensified. Pete gripped her arms, a gruff swear coming as he said something to her about watching where she walked, only to trail off in mid sentence.

“It’s you.”

They both said it at the same time, but Dakota called out to her and she bit her lip, staring up at her true Alpha a few seconds, trying to get a read on how the current situation affected him.

She couldn’t. He masked his thoughts on the matter heavily.

Barbie’s face fell and she turned abruptly, hurrying over to Dakota and one or two of the other girls.

Pete blinked and turned to scowl at Tyler, who’d just come up behind him and shoved him playfully. “What was ‘at about, Dunney?”

“I found ‘er.”

“And yer not over there with ‘er why? Who was it?”

“The blonde talkin t’ Dakota and the other girls. Th’ one with curly hair.”

Tyler followed his friends gaze and he gave a low and appreciative whistle as he muttered quietly, “Y’ lucky fuckin bastard. Well don’t let me stop y’. Go on, go to ‘er.”

Pete raised a brow and rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Yer an idiot, Dunney.”

“Don’t think she was too happy with th’ realization I’m ‘er Alpha.”

“Or maybe, she took one look at yer grouchy mug and retreated because she thought she pissed y’ off. I mean if y’ gave ‘er the look y’ gave me just now, Dunney…” Tyler pointed out as helpfully as possible, but when Pete shook his head no, Tyler grumbled and shook his head.

“Well, I found him.”

“Seriously? Who? I need to know.”

“It’s Pete Dunne. But I don’t… I really don’t think he was thrilled when he realized what was happening… So.. That’s that.”

“What the hell do you mean that’s that? Pete’s always a grouch, that’s just who he is.”

“This was different. He looked annoyed. Maybe I should just give in to one of the other unmated douchebags who keep offering…” Barbie knew deep down that even as she said it, she’d never go through with it, because when she’d realized it was Pete… Something just clicked for her.

She sighed and shook her head, shoving it all out of her mind for the time being. “C’mon.. Someone in here is staring and it’s kinda creeping me out.” Barbie grabbed hold of Dakota’s arm, practically dragging her out of catering.

She collided with Roderick Strong in the hallway. Swallowing hard, she stared up at him, mumbling an apology. Roderick flashed her a grin and leaned against the doorway, pinning her in. “No need to apologize, darlin. You alright?”

“I’m fine, just.. In a hurry.” Barbie nodded to the doorway he was currently blocking and he chuckled, moving to the side. He caught hold of her wrist and held her there a few seconds the second he saw Pete Dunne staring at her from the doorway of catering.

“If any of these idiots mess with ya, Blondie.. Come find Roddy, alright?”

Barbie pried her wrist loose and gave him a thumbs up before rushing off.

Pete’s fists clenched and Tyler muttered to himself with an amused laugh, “And ‘ere we go.” before quickly grabbing hold of his best friend and starting the process of talking him down from whatever ‘punishment’ Pete was currently doling out to Strong in his head.

Pete growled and took a deep breath.

“What y’ need t’ do, Dunney, is go to ‘er and tell ‘er that whatever she thinks isn’t th’ truth.”

“What I need t’ do, Bate, is go down t’ the ring and call ‘im out. Maybe if I make an example out ‘f him, none of the others will even think about tryin it.”

“And when y’ scare th’ living hell out of ‘er Dunney… what then? Just wait til the next time y’ see Strong lurking around, go over and intervene. That proves yer point without anybody bein afraid or havin t’ die.” Tyler eyed his best friend as he said it.

For once, Pete seemed to agree. Tyler let out a breath and then, they made their way down to the ring for the match they had.

– ( LE TIME SKIPPE )

“Clearly, me staying at the hotel while everyone else went out was a stupid idea. I’m so freaking bored!” Barbie was pacing her hotel room, fingers tangled in blonde curls as she tried to keep the worst part of her heat starting at bay.

She eyed the door and then her phone and remembering the annoyed look on Pete’s face earlier, she swore and grabbed the phone, firing off a text.

→ Hey, I’m gonna meet you guys after all.

→ No sense in me locking myself away and saving myself for an Alpha who clearly couldn’t want me less if he tried.

→ It’s that club near the beach, right?

Without waiting on a response, she showered and got out, putting on makeup and digging through her closet. When she saw the skintight little red dress that one of her friends got her as a ‘joke’ she bit her lip and hesitated. She almost passed it over in favor of something casual, her favorite jeans and crop top, but then she thought about it.

She knew who her true Alpha was now. And given that he didn’t seem like he’d be beating down her door anytime soon, was there really any sense in waiting or getting her hopes up?

She tore the tag off the dress and took it into the bathroom, changing into it. Before she could talk herself out of going out and having a fun night, she walked down the stairs and through the lobby.

Just as she went to reach for the handle on the door out of the lobby, Pete stepped in.

“Where th’ hell are y’ going?” Pete blurted it out before he could stop himself from doing so, earning him snickering from both Tyler and Trent.

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Out. I’m supposed to be meeting someone. Can you kindly remove yourself, sir?” Barbie gazed up at Pete, tapping a stiletto against the floor impatiently.

“Not like ‘at.”

Barbie glanced down at her dress.. Before she could stop herself, she was glancing back up at him with a smirk. “Oh? And you’re gonna stop me how, sir?”

“My name is Pete. Not sir.” Pete was moving closer, Barbie was… beyond well aware of the difference in their height. She swallowed hard and fought to reign herself in because if she didn’t…

It wasn’t going to be pretty.

Self composure was harder than she’d always thought it’d be when she finally found her true Alpha.

She felt her thighs clench.

Pete was eyeing her up, almost as if he were in disbelief that she’d talk back to him.

The thought made her smirk a little, giggling quietly. She cleared her throat. “I’m running late. Either you’re going to do something about what I’m wearing, Alpha, or you’re going to move out of my fucking way.” she said it in her politest tone of voice. Pete edged closer, a hand hesitating before settling on her hip.

He stared her down intently.

Tyler and Trent cleared their throats, exchanging looks and Barbie raised her hand, resting it palm down against the front of Pete’s hoodie, staring at the door they currently blocked intently.

“It looks like I’m gonna have to be the one who walks away.” Barbie said it as she tried to side step Pete.

Pete stood there, watching her walk out of the lobby, his hand in his hair.

“ ‘at went well, Dunney.” Trent broke the silence. Pete’s response was to shove his gear bag at Trent and start to storm out the door. Trent and Tyler shared a look and grumbled. Tyler found a room service attendant and put the bags onto a trolly to be taken up and he caught up to Trent in the parking lot just in time to watch everything as it happened.

Pete caught up to her and tapped her shoulder. Barbie came to a stop and turned, staring up at him with a look of curious amusement in her eyes. “You? I thought we settled this in the lobby, sir.”

“It’s Pete. And we didn’t.” Pete’s tone was firm but quiet. She was migrating closer.. A quick scenting revealed everything and he groaned inwardly as soon as he realized that Tyler had been right back at the arena.

She’d gotten the wrong idea. She had no idea just how blown away he’d been to find out that the vanilla scent he’d been chasing for a while now was her.

Or that he’d noticed her around the time he started to smell mentioned scent and he’d been… attracted, to say the least.

His eyes darted down to the red dress and he cleared his throat. “ Maybe y’ thought I was makin a suggestion, but I was being serious, Omega.”

“My name is Barbie.”

“Barbie.” Pete repeated her name, still gazing down at her intently. Barbie tapped her feet impatiently again, her tongue gliding over her lips to moisten them. Pete’s eyes darted up, settling on her mouth and the attention that the gesture bought to it. He shrugged off his hoodie and thrust it at her.

Barbie eyed the hoodie and then him and she gave a quiet giggle.

“I’m not bein’ funny.”

“No, but… Do you think when you say jump, Alpha… that I’m just gonna ask you how high?”

“Not at all. I’d say it goes both ways.”

“I’m not putting on that hoodie. And why does it matter anyway? What I wear, I mean..” Barbie was moving closer, despite her best efforts to refrain from doing so. Pete gave a satisfied smirk when he felt her body tuck into his. He chuckled and rubbed his chin, trying to think about a response.

Barbie’s phone lit up and started to ring.

“One second.” Barbie answered the phone and she was in the midst of telling Dakota the situation when Pete took the phone and informed Dakota that Barbie wasn’t going to make it.

After ending the call, he held her phone out to her.

“Y’ weren’t in any shape t’ go out alone tonight anyway.”

“Who are you, my father?”

“No, but I am yer Alpha. We both know it.”

Barbie scoffed. “Now you want to claim it.”

“Wanted to earlier. Someone didn’t really give me much time t’ react.”

“The annoyed look on your face was reaction enough.” Barbie stepped away, turning and preparing herself to walk away. She’d never been the kind of girl to just fall in line, follow a rule or an order.

She would’ve kept walking too if Pete hadn’t called out calmly, “ Y’ can keep fighting it.. But y’ know what y’ really feel. I can smell it in yer scent. Fightin is only gonna make it worse on y’.”

“I’m not fighting anything, pal. If you want me, come and get me, Pete.”

Barbie started to slink away and for a split second, because no one was around to see him do it, a smile played on Pete’s lips as he took a deep breath to reign himself in and started to calmly walk after her.

She’d just stepped into the club and was waving at the girls when she felt him pressing into her from behind. “Okay, Barbie. I’ll play yer game. But know that when I play games, I play them t’ win.”

Barbie bit her lip to keep from whimpering and after a second, she managed to reply, “We’ll see, Pete. Think you can handle dancing with me or would that be too much?”

Pete turned her around, pulling her close.

“I don’t dance.”

“This works too..”

[littlej097]

A Year with the Anderson-Hummels - Week 5

Summary: It’s Lucy’s 10th’s Birthday and Kurt and Blaine want to make the day perfect for her. 

“So Lucy, your birthday is coming up in a few days.” Kurt began one night while seated at the dinner table. All three of the older kids were out, so it was just Kurt, Blaine and Lucy. “Do you have any idea what you want to do?” Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

“Papa’s right kiddo.” Blaine said. “This is a big birthday. Double digits. You must have something that you want to do or something you want.”

“I want a pony.” Lucy said, a smile on her face.

“Something that we can realistically buy.” Kurt told her.

“You can realistically buy me a pony if you try hard enough.” Lucy shot back.

“Nice try.” Blaine told her. “Pick again.”

“Okay fine…” She sighed. “I don’t really need to do anything big. I just want to have a few friends over for a sleepover.”

“Now that sounds perfectly reasonable.” Kurt told her. “Who would you like to invite?” he asked.

“Ummm….Maisie, Riley, Sophia.” Lucy told them.

“Perfect!” Kurt said. He loved all three of those girls. They were all so sweet and polite.

“And Dakota! I want to invite her too.” Kurt looked over at his husband who had visibly tensed up.

“Dakota? I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore?” Blaine asked.

“We made up.” Lucy told them very matter of factly. “And I really want her to come to my birthday party.”

“Okay, honey. Of course she can come.” Kurt told his daughter, which earned him a glare from Blaine. Kurt knew exactly why his husband was upset. Dakota Carlyle was the daughter of Gwendolyn Carlyle who was head of the PTA and resident bitch at the kids school. Since Kurt had gotten his promotion, Blaine had been the one to deal with the many demands of their children's school, which meant he had spent his fair share of time dealing with Gwendolyn Carlyle.

“I can’t stand that woman!” Blaine told his husband later that night while they were getting into bed. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else and thinks she runs the whole school.”

“Well, she kind of does.” Kurt muttered.

“And I’ve met Dakota!” Blaine said. “She’s a little brat! I don’t even know why Lucy wants to be friends with her.”

“I don’t know, but we can’t tell her who she can and can’t be friends with.” Kurt reminded him. “It’s one night that we’ll have to deal with her. So for now, shhh,” he said as he held a finger to his lips. “Just got to sleep.” Blaine let out an angry huff before scooting closer to his husband.

“But I just want to say..”

“Shhh”

“But-”

“Shhhh!” Kurt told him again. “Sleep.”

Over the course of the week, Kurt, Blaine and Lucy got together stuff for her birthday party. She wanted pink streamers and balloons. They also got a large foil one and zero balloon. Lucy had decided on a chocolate cake with vanilla icing that was also pink, which wasn’t a shocker. Things were really starting to come together...until Lucy came home from school one day.

“Daddy,” she began.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Blaine replied.

“Dakota said that she’s a vegan and she’s also doesn’t eat anything with gluten in it. Is there gluten in my cake?” she asked.

“Umm… yeah. I think there is.” Blaine replied with a sigh, already knowing where this was heading.

“If she can’t have cake, what is she going to eat?” Lucy said, some panic evident in her voice.

“Okay honey, it’s okay. I’ll whip up some gluten free vegan cupcakes or brownies...or something.” Blaine told her.

“Do you have recipes for those?” she asked.

“No, but for you I will scour the internet for one.” Blaine pressed a kiss to his little girl’s head. “Go on and start your homework. Everything will be fine.”

“I love you Daddy. You’re the best.” Lucy replied before skipping off to her room to start her homework. Blaine rolled his eyes. Baking some weird vegan gluten free cupcakes hadn’t been in his plan for the day.

When Kurt got home later that even, he found Blaine in the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Can’t you tell? I’m making bullshit vegan gluten free cupcakes because over at the Carlyle house they’re vegan and gluten free. And because I love our daughter, I had to go through this shit to make sure that her friend had something to eat because she’s too good for store bought birthday cake.”

“We had the stuff to make vegan gluten free cupcakes?” Kurt asked. Blaine gave him a glare.

“Are you kidding me? No! We didn’t have the stuff.” Blaine exclaimed. “I had to go to some weird health shop twenty minutes away so I could get stuff like coconut oil, gluten free oat powder, and coconut syrup...which I didn’t even know was a thing! If you ask me, the vegans in this world are going to take out all the coconuts. Coconuts are going to be an endangered fruit!” Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not funny Kurt!”

“No honey, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not funny.” Kurt said, though he could barely contain his laughter.

“It’s that Gwendolyn Carlyle! Who makes a kid eat like this? Our kids aren’t vegans and they eat a hell of a lot of gluten and they’re just fine!”

“Well, how are they coming out?” Kurt asked.

“They’re going to be great! Because I am a great baker...much better than Gwendolyn Carlyle. I just need to pour them in the pans.” Blaine added. He walked over to the cabinet above the fridge and reached up high. He could see the cupcake pans, but they were just out of his reach. He went up on his tippy toes and reached even further but he still couldn’t reach them.

“Do you need me to get it for you?” Kurt asked.

“No! How dare you insult the vertically challenged!” Blaine retorted. He continued to reach for the pans. Kurt watched as his husband struggled, his tongue poking out of his mouth. He only did that when he was really focusing on something. After a few seconds, his husband relaxed and his shoulders slumped forward. “Okay...help me.” he muttered. Kurt gave his husband a smirk and walked over. He grabbed the cupcake pans with ease and set them on the counter.

“Anything else hun?”

“No. Leave me and my lack of height alone so I can finish these bullshit cupcakes.” Blaine muttered.

“Will do. I’ll be in the office if you need me.” Kurt told him before disappearing down the hallway. If Kurt knew one thing for sure, Lucy’s birthday in a few days was going to be interesting to say the least.

Saturday came and it was time for Lucy’s party. She was so excited that she was practically bouncing off the walls. “What time are my friends coming Papa?” she asked.

“They should be here by four.” Kurt told her. “And it’s almost time so they should be here soon.”

“We’re going to have so much fun!” The almost ten year old exclaimed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Lucy ran to the front door with Kurt on her heels. It was her friend, Maisie. She was tall for her age with the most beautiful red hair that Kurt had ever seen. She was also the daughter of one of his coworkers at Vogue, Angela.

“Happy Birthday Lucy!” Maisie exclaimed as she extended a large purple bag to her friend.

“Thank you! Come in! You can put your sleeping bag in the living room.” Lucy told her as she took her friends hand.

“Hello Kurt,” Angela replied. “Thanks for inviting her. Maisie is so excited.”

“Well, we’re glad to have her.” Kurt replied.

“Where’s Blaine?” she asked.

“Oh, he’s out grabbing the pizza.” he replied.

“Hope you remembered to order a gluten free one without cheese.” Angela laughed. “I heard Dakota Carlyle is coming to the party.”

“Oh we know all about Dakota’s diet requirements.” Kurt confessed.

“Maisie had her over a few weeks ago. I have never met a brattier child.” Angela whispered so the girls wouldn’t hear. “And her mother...well don’t even get me started.”

“Sounds like you should be talking to Blaine. He’s not her biggest fan either.”

“Well you tell Blaine if he ever needs to rant to call me. We’ll get drinks.” Angela told him.

“I will I promise.” Kurt laughed. “Anyway, you can pick Maisie up around ten o’clock tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll have a great time.”

“Sounds good! Bye honey!” Angela said as she waved to her daughter and then left to get back in her car. Riley and Sophia, Lucy’s other friends showed up later. All four girls were playing happily when Blaine got back with the pizza.

“Pizza!” the four girls exclaimed.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on!” Kurt said stepping in front of his husband. “We should wait until Dakota gets here to eat pizza. That’s the polite thing to do.”

“But we’re hungry!” Lucy whined.

“I’ll put some chips in a bowl for you.” Kurt told his daughter as he opened a new bag of chips and poured them in a bowl for her.

“How long are we going to make them wait?” Blaine asked quietly. “The party started at four and it’s almost five. Dakota is an hour late.”

“We’ll give her like fifteen more minutes and then we’ll let them eat. Why don’t you stick the pizza in the oven until she gets here.” Kurt told him. They waited for another twenty minutes before the doorbell finally rang. Lucy got there first and opened it to reveal Dakota and her mother. Blaine and Kurt walked in soon after.

“Sorry we’re late.” Gwendolyn replied as Dakota rushed in the house with Lucy.  “We just plain lost track of time.”

“Yeah, we were wondering if you got lost.” Kurt said with a laugh.

“I told Dakota to text Lucy. It must have not gone through.” she said.

“Well, Lucy doesn’t have a phone...she’s only ten.” Kurt told her.

“Oops!” Gwendolyn replied. “Anyway, hello Blaine.”

“Hi Gwendolyn.” Blaine replied

“Looking forward to seeing you at the next PTA meeting. Maybe you can bring some of those delightful cookies you make.” She replied with a fake smile. Blaine knew she was lying. Stupid vegan would never eat his cookies.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll try.” he replied.

“Anyway, I’ll get going. I have a pilates class.” she said.

“Well have fun.” Kurt replied as he slowly began to close the door. After Gwendolyn left, it was just them and the five girls. They opened up the pizzas. Lucy, Maisie, Riley and Sophia all had pepperoni while Dakota had her special pizza. Then they decided to watch a movie in the living room.

“This is a really pretty purse.” Lucy said to Dakota while they were watching the movie.

“It’s Chanel.” she replied

“You named your purse?” Sophia asked sweetly.

“No! It’s a brand.” Dakota replied. “Not that you would know.” she muttered.

“Hey, what does that mean?” Lucy asked.

“I just means that she probably doesn’t have fancy brands like this. Her mom is maid at a hotel and her dad works a restaurant.”

“He owns a restaurant.” Sophia told her.

“Yeah and it doesn’t really matter what her parents do. What you’re saying is really mean.” Lucy told her.

“I’m not being mean. I’m just telling the truth.” Dakota said. “My mother tells me everything. She’s on a scholarship to our school because her parents can’t afford it, so why would they have fancy brands like Chanel. They’re obviously poor.” Lucy could tell that Sophia was getting upset.

“Dakota, just stop! You’re not telling the truth. You’re just being a bully.” Lucy shot back. “And Sophia is my friend! I don’t want you treating her like this.”

“I thought I was your friend!” Dakota demanded.

“You were, but I like being friends with bullies.” Lucy replied. Kurt and Blaine who heard the commotion came into the living room.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked.  

“I’m going home! I’m going to text my mother!” Dakota said before she stomped down the hall and went into the bathroom.

“What just happened?” Blaine asked again. He looked over at Sophia who had tears in her eyes.

“Dakota was being mean to Sophia.” Lucy told them. “She was being a bully and I don’t like it when people are mean to my friends so I told her about it.”

“Sophia, honey, are you okay?” Kurt asked. The little girl nodded, though she still looked a bit shaken up to him. After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang and Blaine opened it.  It was Gwendolyn Carlyle and she did not look happy.

“So, why did my daughter text me that she is being bullied at this party?” she demanded.

“Well...your daughter is not telling the whole truth.” Blaine shot back. “Dakota was the one bullying another girl at the party.”

“My daughter is not a bully.” Gwendolyn retorted.

“Okay,” Blaine sarcastically replied with a huff.

“What?”

“I just find it hard to believe that with a mother like you that your daughter couldn’t not be a bully.” Blaine told her. “Listen, I have dealt with bullies my entire life. Kurt and I have taught our children that the only thing that matters about a person is that they are genuine, kind and treat others with respect. And your child does not do that. Lucy has made her decision and I’ve made mine. You can take your daughter home. We don’t accept bullies in this house.”

“You are making a huge mistake.” Gwendolyn growled as she stepped further into the house.

“No, you are making a mistake if you think you are getting any further into my house.” Blaine growled back. “Take your daughter. Oh and you can take this bullshit gluten free vegan pizza because it tastes awful and get out of my house. Oh and by the way, I won’t be at PTA meeting so you’ll have to go without my cookies.”

“They weren’t good anyway.” Gwendolyn hissed.

“Oh, I’m so hurt.” Blaine replied sarcastically. “Just get out of here.”

“Dakota, let’s go.” Gwendolyn replied as she left with her daughter. Blaine slammed the door and went into the kitchen where Kurt and the other girls were waiting.

“Well, let’s not let that get us down. This is a party and I think it’s time for cake.” Blaine said. He went and got the pink birthday cake. They put ten candles on it and sang. Lucy was smiling from ear to ear and all four girls ate every bite of their cake. Clearly they didn’t care that the cake was store bought and not gluten free.  The rest of their night went smoothly. The girls all got along and they went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Blaine woke up and saw that his husband was not in bed. He padded down the hallway and found Kurt in the kitchen. He was eating one of the cupcakes that he had made for Dakota. “What are you doing?” he whispered so he didn’t wake up the girl.

“I needed a midnight snack.” Kurt told him. “These are so fucking good Blaine.”

“Well, I’m a fantastic baker.” Blaine replied.

“I might need to go vegan.” Kurt confessed.

“You take that back!” Blaine shot back.

“Have you even tried them?” Blaine shook his head and then took a bite of the cupcake that his husband was extending towards him. The cupcake was chocolatey and moist...and really good.

“Damn, they are good.” Blaine confessed. Kurt finished up his cupcake and threw it in the garbage before peeking into the living room. All four girls were sleeping peacefully.

“I’m really proud of her.” Kurt said. “...and you.”

“I’m proud of her too.” Blaine confessed. “And I’m happy that I got to tell off that bitch Gwendolyn Carlyle. Right now, i’m tired. Are you going to join me back in bed?”

“Of course I am.” Kurt said as he took Blaine’s outstretched hand. The two men walked back to the bedroom and settled into bed. They knew that the girls would most likely be waking them up either, but neither one of them cared. Both Kurt and Blaine were proud of their daughter. She stood up for her friends and did the right thing. She really was growing up...much too fast for Kurt and Blaine’s taste.