WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHEN’ I STILL WANT YOU TO WRITE ACCIDENTAL BABYSITTER FIC
heh I meant the particular scenario you wrote my brain is still stuck on santana :DDD
oh god, I started coming up with another kladam plot bunny where Kurt and Adam had been in an ageplay relationship and Adam comes to return Kurt’s stuff and Kurt and Blaine are both in baby headspace and have done something DUMB and DANGEROUS and so he ends up giving them the scolding of their life and then there is communication and negotiation and cuteness and Kurt bratting out and Blaine being sweet and Kurt’s bigger than Blaine, ‘course he is, so there’s play with that dynamic too and uh yeah.
i’ve put much thought into it or anything.
oh no you don’t!!!
ugh too cute stahp
"You, corner. Now."
"You can’t do that! We’re not dating anymore."
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am currently this close to taking you over my knee, dating or no. Corner. Now.
"And you. What on earth were you thinking, letting him do something so stupid? How irresponsible could you possibly -
"Hey, it’s okay. You’re pretty little right now, huh?
"You know who I am?"
"you dated Kurt."
"That’s right, I did. You know what else I did for Kurt?"
"was big f’r him."
"I was." a nod. "I took care of him when he was too little to take care of himself, and he trusted me to do that. Can you trust me to do that for the both of you right now?"
"This is what’s going to happen: I’m going to clean this mess up. Kurt’s going to stay in that corner over there, and you’re going to stay in this corner over here, and you’re both going to think about what happened today and how badly it could have gone if I hadn’t come by. Understand?"
"By the time I’m done cleaning all this up, I want you both able to tell me exactly what you did wrong and how much trouble you think you should be in.
"Now. Corner. You can take your bear with you, but no turning around; no talking.
"Kurt, I’m talking to you.”
a foot stomp.
"Standing in the corner is boring. All you can do s’think.”
"That’s because that’s what corner time is for. Face. Wall. Now.”
"I don’t want a pacifier! Pacifiers are for babies!"
"They’re also for little boys who can’t keep quiet by themselves. Open."
"Nnnhh-hh" (shaking head, lips clamped tight.
*sigh, swat, swat.*
"Blaine, what do you think? do you need a pacifier too? Or can you keep quiet on your own like a big boy, now that Kurt’s not talking to you?
"…it’s okay if you just want the pacifier, too, sweetheart. You don’t need to need it.
"There you go. Now nose back to the corner, there’s a good boy. I’m almost done cleaning, and then we’re all going to sit down together and talk. You just do a little more thinking in the meantime, okay? That’s a love."
etc etc etc THINGS I AM NOT WRITING OKAY STOP BRAIN
IT’S SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE