Michaela: Not a Fan of Double Standards
Moar future!fic. Because I'm having trouble writing tease!fic.
"Hey, Daddy?" Michaela asked as she walked in to Kurt's office and perched herself on the edge of his desk. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Mickey, you know you can..." Kurt said, looking up from the bodice he was beading to smile at her. "What's on your mind?"
"Why does Max get to be a manslut, but Dad gets upset whenever I wear something that's even the tiniest bit sexy?" She asked without preamble, crossing her arms in irritation. "I mean, it's really not fair. And, I mean, Max is a slut with everyone. I only wear hot clothes around guys..."
Kurt sighed, setting aside the bodice and motioning for her to come sit in his lap. "The truth is," he said, once she was settled. "Your brother gets to be a slut, because we're hoping that one day, his sluttiness will help him find someone who's willing to put up with him for the rest of his life. With you, we don't have to worry, because you're clearly perfect and men and women alike would be crazy not to fall in love with you." He said, smirking a little and ruffling her hair. "Also? Max is in college. You just started high school. He's allowed to be a slut so long as he's not living here while he's doing it."
"Oh..." Michaela said, nodding slightly. "Were you a slut when you were in college, Daddy?"
"He better not have been," Blaine said, from where he was standing in the doorway. "Otherwise I'm gonna rethink those wedding vows of mine." He smiled, motioning for Michaela to get up. "Come on, you. Tap lessons. Tony's waiting in the car."
She nodded, kissing Kurt on the cheek before standing up. "Okay, I'm coming. Bye, Daddy!" She waved over her shoulder before pausing at the door to give Blaine a kiss as well. "Bye, Dad!"
Blaine shook his head as she ran down the hallway. "Wasn't she two years old yesterday? Now she's coming home from school talking about sluts...I swear, I'm building a time machine to get our babies back."
"Yeah, before that, could you maybe give that son of yours a call and remind him that if he gets someone pregnant or comes home with an STD, he will have hell to pay?" Kurt said, shaking his head as well. "I really don't want to need to pay off another girl because he broke her heart by sleeping with her brother, Blaine..."
"I'm on it. Phone call today, care package full of condoms and lube tomorrow." Blaine said, leaning over Kurt's chair to kiss him gently. "Why couldn't he have been like me, huh? Find the love of his life in high school and annoy them until they had to marry him for their sanity's sake."
"Not everyone's that lucky..." Kurt said dryly. "Go figure."
"Hey, Daddy?" Michaela asked as she walked in to Kurt's office and perched herself on the edge of his desk. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Mickey, you know you can..." Kurt said, looking up from the bodice he was beading to smile at her. "What's on your mind?"
"Why does Max get to be a manslut, but Dad gets upset whenever I wear something that's even the tiniest bit sexy?" She asked without preamble, crossing her arms in irritation. "I mean, it's really not fair. And, I mean, Max is a slut with everyone. I only wear hot clothes around guys..."
Kurt sighed, setting aside the bodice and motioning for her to come sit in his lap. "The truth is," he said, once she was settled. "Your brother gets to be a slut, because we're hoping that one day, his sluttiness will help him find someone who's willing to put up with him for the rest of his life. With you, we don't have to worry, because you're clearly perfect and men and women alike would be crazy not to fall in love with you." He said, smirking a little and ruffling her hair. "Also? Max is in college. You just started high school. He's allowed to be a slut so long as he's not living here while he's doing it."
"Oh..." Michaela said, nodding slightly. "Were you a slut when you were in college, Daddy?"
"He better not have been," Blaine said, from where he was standing in the doorway. "Otherwise I'm gonna rethink those wedding vows of mine." He smiled, motioning for Michaela to get up. "Come on, you. Tap lessons. Tony's waiting in the car."
She nodded, kissing Kurt on the cheek before standing up. "Okay, I'm coming. Bye, Daddy!" She waved over her shoulder before pausing at the door to give Blaine a kiss as well. "Bye, Dad!"
Blaine shook his head as she ran down the hallway. "Wasn't she two years old yesterday? Now she's coming home from school talking about sluts...I swear, I'm building a time machine to get our babies back."
"Yeah, before that, could you maybe give that son of yours a call and remind him that if he gets someone pregnant or comes home with an STD, he will have hell to pay?" Kurt said, shaking his head as well. "I really don't want to need to pay off another girl because he broke her heart by sleeping with her brother, Blaine..."
"I'm on it. Phone call today, care package full of condoms and lube tomorrow." Blaine said, leaning over Kurt's chair to kiss him gently. "Why couldn't he have been like me, huh? Find the love of his life in high school and annoy them until they had to marry him for their sanity's sake."
"Not everyone's that lucky..." Kurt said dryly. "Go figure."