#sophie giggles cause she thinks her joke was hilarious

[book-lover85]

If Sophie doesn't dip Keefe right before they kiss at their wedding and he says "Hey, Foster" or "I love you, Foster" and she responds with "Right back at'cha, Foster" and a little giggle then I don't want it

[crazedlunatic]

Attacked (Part Two)

“We’ve got you.” Wes said, helping Blaine up the first step to their house.

“It hurts.” Blaine whimpered, his good hand wrapped around Kurt’s wrist so tightly that Kurt winced.

“There’s not that many more, baby.” Kurt whispered as they helped Blaine up the second step.

“Seven is a lot to me right now.” Blaine let out an anguished moan, swaying a bit.

“I’ve got you.” Wes repeated. “Where the hell is David?”

“Getting the couch pulled out so Blaine can lay on it. It flips into a bed.” Kurt grunted as they reached the top step. “He’s not going up those stairs within the week. Eric said it’d be impossible.”

“I didn’t think about that, but it makes sense.”

Blaine let out a relieved sigh when they were inside the house. Kurt rubbed his back gently.

“Okay, it’s set up. I’m not sure what you want to do with the medicine. Will the kids mess with it?”

“No.” Blaine shook his head. “I feel sweaty.”

“It’s okay.” Kurt rubbed his back again. “Are you ready to lay down?”

“Who are the flowers from?” Blaine asked, seeing at least four vases.

“One from your boss, one from Adrian and Kyle, one from AJ—.”

“I told her to not waste money on flowers and that you’d rather get alcohol.” Wes retorted.

“That’s sweet.” Blaine smiled, leaning against Kurt.

“And one that the kids picked out for you. Marcy took them this morning.”

“Marcy is a godsend.” Kurt sighed. “They’re all beautiful.”

“Thanks, Wes and David. They are… It’s hilarious that you two are married now and that your names are on flowers.” Blaine leaned heavily against Kurt.

“Okay, let’s get you down here.” David went to help Kurt.

“DADDDDDD!”

“DADDY DADDY DADDY!”

“Oh God. Child mob.” Wes gasped, blocking them. Sophia tried to run under his legs but he grabbed her with ease. “Let’s wait until Daddy’s laying down alright?”

“Sophie calls him Daddy. We call him Dad.” Zach informed him.

“Yes, well I call him Blainers.” Wes nodded.

Blaine winced and whimpered when Kurt and David eased him onto the couch.

“What hurts? Is it worse than it was earlier?” David asked, instantly turning into a doctor.

“No. No, it’s good. It’s good.” Blaine promised, relaxing against several pillows. “Thank you.”

David nodded.

“Are you okay if they come up?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah.” Blaine nodded, bracing himself.

As soon as Blaine said ‘yeah’ the boys bolted towards him.

“Dad, did you get sliced with a sword?”

“Did you get into a bar fight?”

“Did you kick butt?”

“Do you hurt?”

“More important, did you kick butt?”

Blaine laughed as the boys sat on either side of him.

“Be careful.” Kurt cautioned. “Dad’s still hurt, okay?”

Wes brought Sophie over and she instantly started to cry when she saw Blaine’s bruised face.

“Oh honey, it’s okay.” Kurt took her from Wes, bouncing her up and down soothingly. “Daddy’s just fine, love bug. He’s just fine.”

“I feel that way when I look at him sometimes too, Soph.” Wes grinned.

Blaine rolled his eyes as Sophie wrapped her arms tightly around Kurt’s neck.

“Baby, it’s okay. Daddy’s fine. I bet he’d like a kiss from his Sophie Bug, though.” Kurt kissed her cheek several times.

“I would.” Blaine said, gingerly turning to look at her. “Daddy needs a kiss.”

Sophie shook her head.

“David’s a doctor and he says that Blaine will be just fine.” Wes said, no longer joking.

“That’s right. But it’s a proven fact that Sophie Bug kisses makes your daddy feel better.” David nodded.

“No, it’s not.” Sophie giggled a bit.

“It is.” David nodded again. “I’m a doctor.”

“You’re a kid doctor actually.” Nick pointed out. “Dad’s not a kid.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help adults too.  There was a time I only helped adults, actually.” David corrected him.

Kurt leaned down. “Go on. Crawl over to Daddy but make sure you don’t touch his foot or his other shoulder, okay?”

Sophie nodded, very gingerly crawling up to Blaine.

“Here.” Wes smiled, helping situate her on Blaine’s lap.

“I love you so much, Soapy.” Blaine kissed the top of her head.

“Daddy, you’re hurt.” Sophie reached up, touching his face.

Blaine winced a tiny bit. “I feel better than I did yesterday, but Daddy’s going to home staying home with you guys a lot more for a while.”

“YAY!” Nick exclaimed, hopping up. “NO MORE SCHOOL!”

“It’s summer.” Zach looked at Nick like he was crazy.

“No jumping when Dad is on the couch. He’s hurt.” Kurt said, snapping his fingers. “Alright?”

“Doing the cheesecake thing again, Kurt?” Blaine grinned.

“Oh, shut up.” Kurt rolled his eyes, although he did smile a bit. Blaine still brought up the time he’d snapped a waitress to bring his cheesecake quicker eleven years ago.

“I’m bored.” Nick clambered from the couch, jostling Blaine and making him wince.

“Nicholas!” Kurt said through gritted teeth.

“Sorry not sorry!” Nick ran upstairs.

“Oh my God, Blaine.” Kurt shook his head. “Blaine?”

“Blainers has left the building.” Wes said, pointing to Blaine who was most definitely asleep.

“How does he do that? Just close his eyes and fall asleep?” Kurt asked. “Is that normal?”

“Blaine never been… normal.” David laughed, pointing as Sophie curled up to his side.

Blaine shuffled a bit, arm protectively going over Sophie.

“Daddy loves me.” Sophie beamed.

“Dad loves all of us.” Zach corrected, carefully getting off of the couch. “Daddy, I don’t think Nick is sane.”

“Honey, I don’t think any of us are.” Kurt sighed, ruffling Zach’s messy curls.

…

“Do you have to do this right now?” Blaine whimpered when Eric came over to the couch—or as Nick liked to call it, Blaine’s deathbed.

“Kurt told me you’ve been sleeping more than would be normal. I just want to check you over.” Eric said.

“I’m fine. Just—” Blaine yawned. “Sleepy.”

“I want to check on your stomach too and see how it looks. Remember we agreed you could come home early if you let me and David keep a close eye on you… and you haven’t been cooperating very much for David.” Eric sounded like he was talking to a child.

“Kurt’s over reacting. It’s his thing.” Blaine sighed.

“Have you been walking on your own to the bathroom?” Eric asked, sitting on the “bed” Blaine was laying on.

“Once or twice.” Blaine attempted to sit himself up.

Kurt, who had walked in, rushed over to help as Blaine whimpered.

“Have you been taking the medicine?” Eric asked, lifting Blaine’s pajama shirt and gently removing the bandages.

“He has every five hours. I’ve been making him because he’s been in a lot of pain.”

“I wouldn’t classify it as a lot.” Blaine grunted when Eric pushed down on the too-white skin next to the injury. “Is that necessary?”

“Have you fallen? Rolled onto this or anything?”

“Once or twice… rolling onto it!” Blaine quickly added at Kurt’s horrified expression. “Rolling onto it, I promise.”

“Blaine…”

“I will up your pain medication but you’ve got to stop moving without help. And if it’s the kids jostling you, you’ve got to keep them off the bed.” Eric said.

“Okay, Nick might have fallen on it but—.”

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me that! You said you didn’t know why it hurt so much!”

“Because I’m fine. You worry too much.” Blaine sighed and then looked at Eric. “I’m fine.”

“You are fine but you’re pushing back your healing and causing yourself unnecessary pain. If the kids can’t be still around you, they need to stay off the bed and away from you. I know they’re your kids, I know you love them, but you don’t want this getting infected by pulling out a stitch—and you did pull three.” Eric said sternly. “I’m serious, Blaine. If you get infection and you’re already this weak it could be very bad for you. I’ve seen people get infected from scrapes and you’ve got a stab wound.”

Blaine sighed and hung his head off the back of the pillow. “I’m so bored.”

Kurt rubbed his own face. “I have four children.”

“You’re going to have to stay home with home.” Eric told Kurt.

“Excuse me?” Blaine eased himself back up with Eric’s help.

“You aren’t stern enough to keep the kids off you. I know that’s what this is. You rough house with them and you literally can’t stand not having them jump around you.” Eric said.

“I can keep them calm around him.” Kurt nodded.

“Kurt has a line due in three months.” Blaine sighed.

“I can’t believe you’re this big shot lawyer and can’t keep the kids from jumping around when I’m not home.” Kurt sighed. “I should have Bob or Kyle come over here and sit with you.”

“Oh, God. No. Bob is worse than Eric and Kyle will want to complain about Adrian’s new love of organizing.” Blaine groaned.

“I’m going to run to the hospital and get some tape for where the stitches came out. I’ll get your new medicine too.” Eric stood.

“Thanks.” Blaine mumbled.

“You really are a big kid.” Kurt gingerly sat next to him on the makeshift bed.

“It really does hurt.” Blaine buried his face in Kurt’s chest.

Kurt reached up, stroking Blaine’s messy curls.

“And I don’t have the energy to make the kids listen.” Blaine mumbled. “It’s hard to stay awake when you’re at work.”

“I’m taking some time off until you’re at least able to go to the stairs and yell at your children.” Kurt said.

“Sorry.” Blaine sighed.

“It’s okay.” Kurt smiled a bit, gently pulling back one of his curls and watching it spring back into place.

“I know what you’re doing and I don’t like it.” Blaine whimpered.

Kurt kissed the top of his head and began to hum.

Blaine curled as much as he could without hurting himself and let out a content sigh.

Their front door opened and David walked in. “Eric told me! Blaine, you idiot!”

Thank you, Kurt mouthed.

“Are you trying to get MRSA? Do you know how painful it is to die from infected wounds?” David continued.

“My head hurts.” Blaine whined pitifully.

“If you get a bad enough infection, you won’t have a head to hurt. It’ll just pop right off!”

“That’s a tad extreme.” Kurt snorted, still playing with Blaine’s curls.

“I was on a roll.” David sighed.

“I’m sorry.” Blaine whined.

“You know he’s a push over.” Kurt laughed a bit. “Eric’s bringing him more medicine and some glue for the stitches that came out. I’m going to stay home from work until he’s doing better… I had hoped the kids wouldn’t rough house on his bed or with him, but… it’s probably best I stay here anyway. He was stabbed, after all.”

“Did you hear that, Nick?” David asked as Nick walked through, clearly heading towards the kitchen.

“Did I hear what?” Nick repeated.

“Kurt’s staying home with you all from now on so you can’t—”

“PARRRTY!” Nick ran towards them and jumped on the bed, knee jamming right into where Blaine’s wound was.

Blaine let out a pitiful yelp, gripping Kurt’s hand tightly. He then said through gritted teeth, “See? It’s not so easy.”

“NICK!” Kurt exclaimed, jumping up and hurriedly pulling Blaine’s shirt up.

“Sorry not sorry!” Nick jumped off the bed and ran upstairs.

David rushed over, looking over the wound. “He’s like a fucking rocket.”