writing bigbang, and I found this in our mob!files...
a bit of future!fic, in which Michaela is concerned
"So, there's a good chance that I might need you to kill someone for me."
"...You kids can never just start a conversation with 'Hello', can you? It's always 'Kill this person', or 'register this guy as a sex offender, he stole my boyfriend', or 'I need twenty bucks and the AK-47'." Blaine said, frowning and leaning back in his chair.
"Dad, those weren't me, they were Max. And at this point, I don't know why you're shocked." Michaela said, brushing her bangs out of her face as she spoke. "Anyways, unlike Max, I'm serious. I'm pretty sure this guy saw something that he wasn't supposed to see, and if he did, he's gonna talk."
"What happened? And why are you telling me about it, instead of your brother? He's head of the family now, he can handle it." Blaine said, pulling a pad of paper closer to him to start taking notes anyways.
"Because, he kept asking me about you and Daddy...Like, if I knew how you were doing, if you were still living in the same place. I played dumb, don't worry...I just...I'm worried." She finished, biting her lip slightly. "I mean, the guy didn't seem scary...I mean, maybe if he wasn't wearing a vest, he'd maybe be creepy, but...Still. He wanted to know a lot of really detailed stuff, Dad."
Blaine thought for a second as he went through what Michaela had told him, jotting it all down. "Asked about me *and* Kurt, wanted address...Wait..." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "He had on a vest? What else do you remember, Mickey?"
"He had curly hair...Not a lot of it, but he had some...He was tall-ish, I guess...He asked me if Daddy had taught me how to hit a high F. What does that even mean? Is that code, or something? Is this guy like, some old contact of yours?"
Blaine sighed, chuckling softly as he tore the page off the notepad and threw it away. "Sweetheart, don't worry, okay? I'll take care of it right now."
"So you know him? Is he a good guy? Like, I mean, he's on our side, right Dad?" She asked, still high-strung.
"Mickey, sweetheart, I promise you that everything will be fine," Blaine said, shushing her gently. "If you're that worried, you can come home and see for yourself that we're all still very much okay."
"One step ahead of you, Dad." Michaela said from where she had walked up to the doorway, frowning deeply. "Where's Daddy? He's okay, right? Like, you've seen him in the last half hour, right? Do I need to go check on him?"
"If you go check on him, he'll be convinced that you're trying to say he's old...His birthday's coming up, remember? You know how touchy he gets about any of us worrying about him near his birthday. You'll have to sit through half an hour of him telling you that just because he's not a spring chicken like yourself, that's no reason to treat him like he's already six feet under." He said, mimicking Kurt's voice and his trademark 'bitch-face' as he got up and went over to his bookshelf.
"I know, I know, I just...I worry about you guys when I'm at school. I mean, this old guy like...It was like he knew me, Dad...Like he knew all of us." Michaela said, biting at her nails slightly.
"Stop biting your nails, Mickey," Blaine said without turning around, pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through a few pages before nodding. "Alright, I want you to tell me if you think the man in this picture could be the same creepy guy you ran in to today..." He said, turning around and pointing out a picture to her.
"That's so him! Like, before he lost his hair and everything, but that's totally him!" She said, dropping her hand out of her mouth and jumping up. "So you know him? He's not a creep? I mean, that pictures like, wicked old, but still..." She trailed off, looking at it more closely. "What's he holding? Looks like he's got a wrapped up loaf of bread in his arms..."
Blaine laughed, kissing her on the cheek gently. "Yeah. He does. A wrapped up loaf of bread named Michaela...I think you were about...Two months old at that point? Maybe three..." He shrugged, frowning slightly. "It was right before we moved to Columbus."
"So, who is he?" Michaela asked, still looking at the picture closely. "And what's going on in this picture? I mean, I recognize Aunt 'Cedes, and Uncle Finn and Aunt Rachel, and I'm pretty sure that's Tia ‘Tana)..But who's everybody else?"
Blaine smiled, handing her the photo album and nodding down the hall. "Why don't you go ask your Daddy? It was his birthday party, after all...Wouldn't want to steal his thunder."
Michaela nodded, smiling and taking the book from Blaine before heading out the door. "DADDY! DAD'S GOT SOME OLD PICTURE HE WANTS ME TO ASK YOU ABOUT!" She yelled as soon as she was out the door.
"I'M NOT DEAF YET, MICHAELA ELIZABETH. LOWER YOUR VOICE BEFORE YOU BREAK A WINDOW." Kurt replied, making Blaine wince. Maybe 'old' wasn't the best way for Michaela to describe that photo.
"BOTH OF YOU PIPE DOWN, I'M TRYING TO PLAN A ROBBERY IN HERE!" Max called from his office, slamming the door a second later.
Blaine sighed, sitting down at his desk and picking up the phone from where he had hung it up when Michaela walked in. Thinking for a second, he bit his lip before dialing anything, smiling as someone picked up on the other end of the line.
"So, what gave her away, Mr. Schue?" He asked without preamble. "There's no way you could've recognized her as the baby you were holding nineteen years ago, so what tipped you off? The eyes, the voice, or the bodyguard?"
"So, there's a good chance that I might need you to kill someone for me."
"...You kids can never just start a conversation with 'Hello', can you? It's always 'Kill this person', or 'register this guy as a sex offender, he stole my boyfriend', or 'I need twenty bucks and the AK-47'." Blaine said, frowning and leaning back in his chair.
"Dad, those weren't me, they were Max. And at this point, I don't know why you're shocked." Michaela said, brushing her bangs out of her face as she spoke. "Anyways, unlike Max, I'm serious. I'm pretty sure this guy saw something that he wasn't supposed to see, and if he did, he's gonna talk."
"What happened? And why are you telling me about it, instead of your brother? He's head of the family now, he can handle it." Blaine said, pulling a pad of paper closer to him to start taking notes anyways.
"Because, he kept asking me about you and Daddy...Like, if I knew how you were doing, if you were still living in the same place. I played dumb, don't worry...I just...I'm worried." She finished, biting her lip slightly. "I mean, the guy didn't seem scary...I mean, maybe if he wasn't wearing a vest, he'd maybe be creepy, but...Still. He wanted to know a lot of really detailed stuff, Dad."
Blaine thought for a second as he went through what Michaela had told him, jotting it all down. "Asked about me *and* Kurt, wanted address...Wait..." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "He had on a vest? What else do you remember, Mickey?"
"He had curly hair...Not a lot of it, but he had some...He was tall-ish, I guess...He asked me if Daddy had taught me how to hit a high F. What does that even mean? Is that code, or something? Is this guy like, some old contact of yours?"
Blaine sighed, chuckling softly as he tore the page off the notepad and threw it away. "Sweetheart, don't worry, okay? I'll take care of it right now."
"So you know him? Is he a good guy? Like, I mean, he's on our side, right Dad?" She asked, still high-strung.
"Mickey, sweetheart, I promise you that everything will be fine," Blaine said, shushing her gently. "If you're that worried, you can come home and see for yourself that we're all still very much okay."
"One step ahead of you, Dad." Michaela said from where she had walked up to the doorway, frowning deeply. "Where's Daddy? He's okay, right? Like, you've seen him in the last half hour, right? Do I need to go check on him?"
"If you go check on him, he'll be convinced that you're trying to say he's old...His birthday's coming up, remember? You know how touchy he gets about any of us worrying about him near his birthday. You'll have to sit through half an hour of him telling you that just because he's not a spring chicken like yourself, that's no reason to treat him like he's already six feet under." He said, mimicking Kurt's voice and his trademark 'bitch-face' as he got up and went over to his bookshelf.
"I know, I know, I just...I worry about you guys when I'm at school. I mean, this old guy like...It was like he knew me, Dad...Like he knew all of us." Michaela said, biting at her nails slightly.
"Stop biting your nails, Mickey," Blaine said without turning around, pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through a few pages before nodding. "Alright, I want you to tell me if you think the man in this picture could be the same creepy guy you ran in to today..." He said, turning around and pointing out a picture to her.
"That's so him! Like, before he lost his hair and everything, but that's totally him!" She said, dropping her hand out of her mouth and jumping up. "So you know him? He's not a creep? I mean, that pictures like, wicked old, but still..." She trailed off, looking at it more closely. "What's he holding? Looks like he's got a wrapped up loaf of bread in his arms..."
Blaine laughed, kissing her on the cheek gently. "Yeah. He does. A wrapped up loaf of bread named Michaela...I think you were about...Two months old at that point? Maybe three..." He shrugged, frowning slightly. "It was right before we moved to Columbus."
"So, who is he?" Michaela asked, still looking at the picture closely. "And what's going on in this picture? I mean, I recognize Aunt 'Cedes, and Uncle Finn and Aunt Rachel, and I'm pretty sure that's Tia ‘Tana)..But who's everybody else?"
Blaine smiled, handing her the photo album and nodding down the hall. "Why don't you go ask your Daddy? It was his birthday party, after all...Wouldn't want to steal his thunder."
Michaela nodded, smiling and taking the book from Blaine before heading out the door. "DADDY! DAD'S GOT SOME OLD PICTURE HE WANTS ME TO ASK YOU ABOUT!" She yelled as soon as she was out the door.
"I'M NOT DEAF YET, MICHAELA ELIZABETH. LOWER YOUR VOICE BEFORE YOU BREAK A WINDOW." Kurt replied, making Blaine wince. Maybe 'old' wasn't the best way for Michaela to describe that photo.
"BOTH OF YOU PIPE DOWN, I'M TRYING TO PLAN A ROBBERY IN HERE!" Max called from his office, slamming the door a second later.
Blaine sighed, sitting down at his desk and picking up the phone from where he had hung it up when Michaela walked in. Thinking for a second, he bit his lip before dialing anything, smiling as someone picked up on the other end of the line.
"So, what gave her away, Mr. Schue?" He asked without preamble. "There's no way you could've recognized her as the baby you were holding nineteen years ago, so what tipped you off? The eyes, the voice, or the bodyguard?"