As I have recently become obsessed with daddy!klaine, I've decided to create my own series of anything from drabbles to lengthy chapters of the sort. I will accept prompts (I encourage them actually!), but I'll also be writing my own ideas. Anyway.. Enjoy! :)

Blaine was really nervous. Well, no, he thought, not nervous. More anxious than anything, he told himself. In all eleven years since he began dating Kurt, seven that they've been married, and four since they adopted Leila, he'd never done anything like this.

Kurt would be home in just about three minutes. He had gone into work early, as he did most Fridays, so he could rush home, right after noon and spend the rest of the weekend with his family.

Blaine gulped, sitting down on a stool in his kitchen. This was going to be harder than he thought. Grabbing the phonebook and taking his cell out of his pocket, Blaine opened both and flipped the book to a page somewhere near the middle. He took a deep breath when he heard the front door click open.

"Guess who's home!" Kurt called out, his voice cheery and so unexpecting.

Blaine remained calm, reading the list of names in the phonebook, his fingers on the keys of his phone. He didn't answer Kurt, but raised worried eyebrows at him when he came into the kitchen before looking quickly back down to the book. He was not going to mess this up.

"Hey, babe," Kurt squeezed Blaine's shoulder and placed a kiss to the side of his head. Blaine could feel Kurt looking down and wondering what he was doing. "What are you doing?"

"Kurt, I-" Blaine began, putting one hand up to cover his forehead and eyes in distress.

Kurt set his messenger bag down on the counter and took a seat in the stool next to Blaine, brushing his fallen curls off his face. "What's wrong, Blaine? Did something happen?" He moved this gaze around and saw an empty living room. "Where's Leila?"

Blaine shook his head, suppressing a sob.

"Blaine," Kurt tried to keep his cool, but was clearly starting to get worried. "You have to tell me what's going on, okay? I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong."

"I lost Leila!" Blaine sputtered out, defeat and turmoil in his tone of voice.

Kurt was silent for a moment, studying Blaine's expression and letting it sink in. "What do you mean you lost Leila? Are you guys playing Hide and Seek or something? Did you check under her bed because she loves hiding there?" Kurt was standing up again, too antsy to sit still any longer.

"No, Kurt, I - we were at the playground down the street. I, I mean I turned away for no more than one minute, Kurt. I saw Penelope walking her dog, and I just asked her if her mom was doing well and then I saw it was getting close to noon, so I looked back to tell Leila to come home to take her nap, but she wasn't there. I've looked everywhere, Kurt. I'm so, so sorry; I just, I'm so scared-"

"Blaine, I don't understand," Kurt threw his hands up. "Why, why didn't you call me?"

Blaine bit his bottom lip and his eyes filled with tears. "I didn't want you get angry with me," he admitted in barely a whisper.

"Angry with you, Blaine? This isn't spilled milk on my fucking Juicy Couture!" Kurt shouted, not pacing, not taking any course of action, too confused and frustrated and, well, angered. "This is our daughter! Did you at least call the police?"

Blinking, a tear fell down Blaine's cheek as he nodded. "They can't file a missing person's report unless it's been 24 hours..."

Kurt's jaw dropped in shock. "What in the hell? This is a kidnapping, not some random person running away from home! She could be dead in 24 hours!" He made his way into the living room, checking behind every piece of furniture he saw with a vain attempt in hopes that maybe Blaine had been wrong. Leila was here. She had to be.

Blaine saw all of these thoughts go across his husband's face, and he stood up and followed him into the next room, grabbing his hand. "It's gonna be okay, Kurt."

"How can you say that!" Kurt said, beginning to cry, hot and angry tears. "How can you be so sure?"

"We're gonna find her," Blaine nodded. "She can't be too far. No one messes with the Hummels remember?"

Kurt's lip quivered, and Blaine felt so, so bad for this. He never wanted this to happen, for it to go this far. "I'm so scared," Kurt said.

"I-" Blaine's eye caught a glimpse of a lock of golden hair and two deep, blue eyes peaking out from behind the wall that led to the stairs. He blinked with focus and looked back at Kurt. "There's nothing to be scared of. We'll... we'll figure it out."

Kurt scrunched his eyebrows together at this little change of expression on Blaine's face. "Blaine?" he asked, rubbing the tears off his face with his free hand.

"Hm?" Blaine moved his eyes from Kurt to the wall where the eyes had once again disappeared behind.

Kurt craned his neck around, but saw nothing. He turned back to Blaine with a raised eyebrow. "Where is Leila, Blaine?"

Blaine swallowed, and opened his mouth to continue, but he was cut off by a high-pitched squeal. Kurt turned his head just as Leila popped out from behind the corner, a huge smile on her face and her hands raised in surrender.

"April Fools!" she shouted, no longer trying to contain her giggling.

Kurt stood in shock, extremely grateful that his little girl was okay, but too surprised to react. He looked back at Blaine who was wearing an innocent grin. "You... little... bitch," he said, pushing Blaine onto his back on the couch, climbing on top of him and punching him repeatedly in the chest.

"Language!" Blaine scolded him, but was laughing too hard for it to be anything near serious.

"I. Can't. Believe. You. Did. That." Kurt said between punches, and if Blaine hadn't been laughing so hard, he might've been really hurt.

"Dada!" Leila screamed, running over to her fathers on the couch, grasping Kurt's arm with her little fingers. "Stop hurting Daddy!''

Kurt couldn't resist and swooped down and grabbed Leila, pulling her up into his arms for a tight hug. Blaine, still under the two, slid back so he could rest his head on the armrest, his smile beaming more than ever when he saw how happy they both looked.

"Dada," Leila coughed, squirming around in his arms. "I can't breathe!"

Kurt loosened his grip on his daughter and set her down on Blaine's stomach. "Sorry, baby. I'm just so happy you're okay! Daddy is a mean, mean person," he said, biting down on his lip and pinching Blaine's side, which only made him laugh more.

"Hey now," Blaine said in his defense. "It's the first of April; you should've had your guard up from the second you walked in the door."

Leila looked up to Kurt with what could only be described as sorrow in her eyes. "We never wanted to make you cry, Dada."

"I know, sweetheart," Kurt half-grinned, petting her hair, and pushing a strand behind her ear. "But do you know how important you are to me, baby? I can't imagine what I would do if I lost you. If someone took you away from me," Kurt shook his head, remember only a couple minutes ago when he thought that someone had, "I would never, ever recover from that."

Blaine showed a sad smile and wide-doe eyes. Hearing Kurt talk about Leila in this way made him realize that the joke he'd pulled had been a bit meaner than he'd intended. He couldn't fathom losing his daughter anymore than Kurt could.

"I love you, Dada," Leila grinned, wrapping her arms around Kurt's middle for a moment.

"I love you too, Leila," he said with a quick kiss on her forehead. She then hopped off Blaine with an oof and asked politely if she may go play with her dolls.

Kurt laughed at his daughter's perfect manners before excusing her to go off and play. He then turned to Blaine and narrowed his eyes. "You bastard."

Blaine bucked his hips so Kurt would slide forward, but Kurt wasn't giving in that easily. Blaine pouted, placing a hand on either of Kurt's hips. "Okay, think of this as me getting back at you for telling me you weren't gonna make it home for Easter dinner four years ago. Our first holiday with Leila, remember?"

"Yeah, but that's not fair," Kurt responded, playing with the buttons on Blaine's flannel. "I showed up on time with apple pie."

"That doesn't mean I didn't cry in our room for half an hour before that," Blaine shrugged as best he could lying down.

Kurt furrowed his brow with a frown. "I didn't know that..."

"Well that's because I was so happy to see you, I didn't want to spoil the mood."

"Mm?" Kurt leaned down to massage Blaine's shoulders. "You must've been really happy to see me. Remember what we did about four times that night?"

Blaine momentarily let his body take over, setting his hand behind Kurt's neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. He definitely remembered what they'd done that night, and he wasn't soon to forget, despite it being years ago.

"Blaine..." Kurt murmured against his lips.

"I'm sorry, baby," Blaine grinned. "No more April Fools jokes today," he said, his lips never far from Kurt's. Their kissing didn't last very long however, because soon enough, they heard a familiar squeaky voice.

"Four-year-old over here!" Leila called, standing in the entryway of the living room.

Kurt let out a laugh, pushing himself back up straight. "Hey four-year-old, why do I have the feeling that you haven't had your nap today?"

"Oh, you're absolutely right," Blaine nodded, turning to Leila, who giggled and ran off.

Kurt and Blaine quickly got off the couch and chased her around the kitchen until they had her cornered by the stove and dishwasher. She tried to use her petiteness to escape, but Blaine quickly scooped her into his arms and held her against his side.

She pouted with a hmph. "It's not fair I have to take a nap right when Dada gets home."

"I know," Blaine stuck out his bottom lip. "I wish you could stay up and play, but the Magic Nap Man is on a very strict schedule."

"I don't like the Magic Nap Man," Leila admitted, scowling.

"To be honest hun, I don't think anyone likes him," Blaine said, pulling his daughter's hair back into a ponytail with the hand that wasn't supporting her.

"I sometimes like him," Kurt whispered, loud enough for Blaine to hear him and shush him with a chuckle.

"But," Blaine began again, "after one hour, you get to wake up, and eat lunch and then play with Dada and me for almost three whole days."

Leila's smile beamed one hundred percent brighter. "Does that mean it's Friday?"

"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed, impressed by his daughter's knowledge of the days of the week. "How did you know that?"

"Because I always get to spend the most time with you on Fridays before you have to go to work again," Leila explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Good job, babe," Blaine kissed her cheek. "But it's nap time now. Want me to carry you or do you want to walk?" What a silly question, he thought. Leila hardly ever wanted to walk anywhere, and he partially blamed himself for always being so willing to carry her everywhere.

"Carry me please," she rested her head on his shoulder, suddenly appearing very sleepy.

Blaine turned to Kurt with raised eyebrows. "You want to help me put her to sleep?"

"Um," Kurt shook his head. "You go ahead and do that. I'm gonna go take a shower, and then I'll meet you upstairs?"

Blaine smiled slyly, following Kurt towards the stairs, Leila in tow. When they got to the top of the stairs, before they went their separate ways, Blaine stopped Kurt. "Wait. Don't take a shower. I think I'd like to join you."

Kurt rose an eyebrow and half of his lip curled up. "I'll go warm up the water."

Blaine smiled and ran off to put Leila to sleep, awaiting a fun afternoon with his husband, and later, daughter. All jokes aside and forgotten.

A/N: Thank you for reading! :) I don't know how often I'll update this. I guess it'll be whenever I have the urge to, but if I get a really good prompt, I'll consider writing it!