Meeting the First In-Law (part the second)
"Ahh, I see, " Kurt said, starting to put the pieces together (the pieces of the rant Blaine was going to get about not mentioning he had a sister who kidnaps people, that is). "Thank you for the honor of getting to call you by your name, Miss Emma." He said, bowing slightly.
She giggled and curtsied in response. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Kurt. You can even be extra special and call me Emma Rose. Nobody else gets to do that!" She smiled, skipping over to where he was standing and grabbing his hand, leading him to a chair at the table and pointing imperiously. "Sit down, sit down! It's time for tea, and you're already late."
Kurt sat down, automatically putting his napkin in his lap. "Look, Emma Rose, I really want to stay for tea, but I'm supposed to be in class right now...Maybe we could do this some other time?" He asked, hopefully. He wasn't really sure, but he had a gut feeling that 'kidnapped for tea with a mob boss' daughter' wouldn't get him out of getting a mark on his attendance record.
"But...Blaine said that you two go eat breadsticks all the time when you're supposed to be in class," Emma said softly, her bottom lip wobbling slightly. "I thought that tea would be more fun than breadsticks, 'cause you can have cake with tea..." She sniffled slightly, clearly on the edge of crying. "Does this mean you don't wanna be my friend, Kurt?"
"No, no, sweetie," Kurt said, pulling the little girl in to his lap quickly, trying to fight off the crying before it started. "No, I just..." He bit his lip, searching around for an answer that would still get him back to McKinley in time for practice with New Directions. "I...am just so full from all the breadsticks. I couldn't fit a cake in me if I tried. I'd pop!" He said, smiling and poking her side playfully, making her giggle softly. "I can, however, play a mean game of Dress Up. How does that sound?"
She gasped and nodded, jumping up and grabbing his hand again, pulling him out of the chair and over to her closet. "Can we play Dress Up and Make Up, Kurt? Blaine's not really good at either one, so I just make him braid my hair for me and pretend to be a photographer when I model my outfits. You can actually be a model with me!"
Kurt smiled, resigning himself to the fact that New Directions would be missing their countertenor during practice that evening. "Sure thing, Emma Rose. Let's start by talking about all of this pink..."
She giggled and curtsied in response. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Kurt. You can even be extra special and call me Emma Rose. Nobody else gets to do that!" She smiled, skipping over to where he was standing and grabbing his hand, leading him to a chair at the table and pointing imperiously. "Sit down, sit down! It's time for tea, and you're already late."
Kurt sat down, automatically putting his napkin in his lap. "Look, Emma Rose, I really want to stay for tea, but I'm supposed to be in class right now...Maybe we could do this some other time?" He asked, hopefully. He wasn't really sure, but he had a gut feeling that 'kidnapped for tea with a mob boss' daughter' wouldn't get him out of getting a mark on his attendance record.
"But...Blaine said that you two go eat breadsticks all the time when you're supposed to be in class," Emma said softly, her bottom lip wobbling slightly. "I thought that tea would be more fun than breadsticks, 'cause you can have cake with tea..." She sniffled slightly, clearly on the edge of crying. "Does this mean you don't wanna be my friend, Kurt?"
"No, no, sweetie," Kurt said, pulling the little girl in to his lap quickly, trying to fight off the crying before it started. "No, I just..." He bit his lip, searching around for an answer that would still get him back to McKinley in time for practice with New Directions. "I...am just so full from all the breadsticks. I couldn't fit a cake in me if I tried. I'd pop!" He said, smiling and poking her side playfully, making her giggle softly. "I can, however, play a mean game of Dress Up. How does that sound?"
She gasped and nodded, jumping up and grabbing his hand again, pulling him out of the chair and over to her closet. "Can we play Dress Up and Make Up, Kurt? Blaine's not really good at either one, so I just make him braid my hair for me and pretend to be a photographer when I model my outfits. You can actually be a model with me!"
Kurt smiled, resigning himself to the fact that New Directions would be missing their countertenor during practice that evening. "Sure thing, Emma Rose. Let's start by talking about all of this pink..."