A/N: Hello all! This is my first ever fanfic. Initially it was going to be a one-shot but I have posted it other places and people BEGGED me to post it here and continue it, and I simply couldn't say no! I hope you all enjoy this, I've worked pretty hard on it. Reviews/criticism/ideas are absolutely LOVED and encouraged! Nothing about this fic is set in stone, so any ideas you may have are greatly appreciated! Oh and by the way this is un-beta'd so there may be some mistakes. Anyways, without further ado, I present to you, Coincidence.
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Chapter One:Saturday, October 12th, 2024
"Hey mister will you push me too?"
I thought I told that girl a million times not to talk to strangers Kurt thought with a sigh. His piercing glasz eyes glanced up from the Vogue magazine he was reading, and sure enough, there was his daughter Stephanie sitting on a swing set and giving a complete stranger her best puppy dog eyes. Her tiny bottom lip was poking out and even trembling slightly. Kurt had grown immune to such adorableness, but no stranger stood a chance.
"Why yes of course, sweetheart," the stranger said with a chuckle as he gave his daughter a final push and stepped aside to push Stephanie too. Kurt's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened. The man was drop dead gorgeous. The first thing he noticed was his eyes; it was as if hazel and gold were at war. One second the sunlight would hit them in a certain way and they'd look like pure gold, but the next second hazel would take over. His eyes were surrounded by long luscious dark lashes that would make any girl, or guy in Kurt's situation, swoon. His hair was dark and adorably curly, and his skin was the perfect tan. His tight fitting black tee showed that he had a lean muscular build, and Kurt could only stare at the way his arm muscles flexed when he'd push Stephanie or his daughter. Realizing he was basically on the verge of salivating, Kurt quickly burrowed his nose in his magazine as his porcelain cheeks flashed pink. Easy there Hummel, a sex god like that probably doesn't even play for your team. Plus he has a daughter, and she has his eyes. His amazing gorgeous eyes…no! Focus! That's not a common eye color, so she must be his biological daughter, which means he must have a girlfriend, or even worse, a wife. He felt a dull ache in his chest at the thought. With a frustrated groan, Kurt shook his head and became engrossed in an article about Lady GaGa's latest fashion phenomenon.
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"DADDYYYY!" Kurt was up in less than a millisecond. He could pick that cry out of any crowd. He sprinted across the now deserted playground to where his daughter was sitting on the ground clutching her elbow and wailing for him. When he got to her the man from earlier was already kneeling beside her, stroking her hair and trying to console her.
"Sh, honey, it's alright, Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Kurt murmured as he scooped her up in his arms and began to gently rock her. Her wails instantly reduced to tiny whimpers as he buried his face in her long dark hair.
"I'm so sorry I swear to God I have no idea what happened," the beautiful stranger beside him blurted out. Kurt looked up in confusion, he had forgotten the man's presence, but the stranger continued to ramble as if Kurt were glaring at him. "She was fine one second, telling me all about her life and stuff, mostly you, and then I turned to Rachael for literally two seconds and then this! I swear I didn't push her or anything I would never do that ever your daughter is wonderful and-"
"Is Rachael your girlfriend?" Kurt suddenly asked as he glanced around to see if he could spot the woman, but no one was around. He realized what he had asked and mentally slapped himself for being so blunt.
"What? No," the man responded as his triangular eyebrows furrowed in the most adorable way. "Rachael is my daughter. My girlfriend left me ages ago, since apparently being gay isn't exactly a good thing when you have a girlfriend." He chuckled humorlessly at the memory, but his expression instantly changed to one of surprise. "Wait, why did I just tell you that? I don't even know you. I'm sorry I ramble when I'm nervous. Oh wow I haven't even introduced myself yet! I'm Blaine. Anyways, about Stephanie, I swear-"
"Blaine! Slow down! It's alright I know you didn't push her," Kurt stated with a laugh. This guy was too perfect already. Not only was he immensely attractive, adorable, and also slightly awkward, but he was gay too. It was almost too good to be true. "She loves jumping off of swings; even though I've told her a million times it's too dangerous." He glared down at his daughter as he said this, but his expression immediately softened as he noticed her staring at her bloodied knee. "Does it hurt, sweetheart?" She looked up at him with tears still swimming in her glasz eyes as she slowly nodded.
"Oh! Wait! I have some Neosporin and band-aids in Rachael's bag, I'll be right back!" Blaine said as he sped off towards a bench.
"I like Blaine, Daddy," Stephanie mumbled. He looked down at her in astonishment at her sudden confession. Stephanie had never been so quickly attached to anyone before. "He's nice to me, and he has pretty eyes. Can I play with him and Rachael again sometime?"
"Of course kitten, of course," Kurt murmured as Blaine kneeled beside him once more and began to apply the medicine. "Oh Blaine, I forgot to properly introduce myself, I'm-"
"Kurt," Blaine offered with a small smile. "Stephanie has told me everything about you. She told me all about how you love brushing her hair, singing, cooking, watching those shows with those ladies taking pictures in the pretty dresses, etc. etc. Also about how sometimes you bring 'special friends' home, and when you bring 'special friends' home then that's 'daddy's time' and she has to leave you alone, but she told me not to worry because 'none of daddy's special friends are as pretty as you, Blaine'." Kurt felt his cheeks go scarlet as Blaine bit his lip to fight a smirk and finished applying the bandage. "Alright sweetheart, all done!"
Stephanie looked down at the bandage and back up at Blaine as her puppy dog eyes returned. "It still hurts, kiss it to make it better?" she asked in a tiny voice as her bottom lip began to tremble.
"Stephanie Hummel!" Kurt scolded, but Blaine just beamed at her and kissed her knee without hesitation. Kurt gazed at the man with his mouth agape. This guy can't be real he thought as Blaine turned to give him a smile with a mischievous look in his eye. Embarrassed from being caught staring, Kurt quickly looked down as the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"Well, it's getting late. Rachael, sweetie, it's time to go home," Blaine announced as he stood and dusted off his dark tight fitting jeans. Kurt took note of the man's impeccable fashion sense and added it to the list of reasons why this man was sheer perfection.
"Aw, but Daddy I don't wanna go home yet!" Rachael whined as she pouted and tears began to swim in her large golden hazel eyes that mirrored her father's. "I wanna play with Stephanie some more."
"I know, but I'm sure we'll see her again," Blaine reassured her as he took her hand and began to lead her to the bench that held their belongings. "How about we come back here tomorrow after Dora? Maybe if we're lucky Kurt and Stephanie will be here." Kurt's cheeks flared up once more when Blaine turned over his shoulder and winked at him.
"Okay, Daddy. Bye Stephanie! Bye Mr. Hummel!" Rachael called back as she gave them an enthusiastic wave and skipped ahead of her father.
"Stephanie, kitten, when does Dora come on?" Kurt muttered as he waved back.
"Eleven. Why?" Stephanie asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Wanna come back here tomorrow at 11:30?"
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A/N: Well there you have it. This chapter was fairly short compared to how the other chapters are going to be, since it's basically a test run. Again, reviews/criticism/ideas are greatly appreciated!