how about them single parent!au’s?
BUT this was one of his FAVORITE shirts..
Hearing a child that small use a word like horrendous would have been impressive. If it wasn’t aimed directly at him. Blaine sat stunned, mouth partially open as he subconsciously closed the top button of his vest as if a mere inch worth of fabric being shut would somehow fix the problem. Hazel gaze shifted towards the parent sitting in the seat next to the little ball of sass. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. A half-embarrassed laugh and a quick apology? Or a frustrated roll of his eyes and a ‘sorry, it’s close to naptime’ excuse? Either one of those would be perfectly acceptable. Kids will be kids.
Neither one happened..
His jaw dropped even further when the parent not only backed their child up, he reaffirmed the insult and had Blaine’s gaze dropping down to the plaid Perry Ellis print he was wearing. “I..um.” Burrowing his brows, he tried to regain some semblance of knowing the English language back and once the initial shock wore off? The fact he was offended settled in. He wasn’t, and never would be, the type to be mean to a child. However? Fine. You know what? More than one way to have a comeback. Turning his expression upside down, he looked back to the little one and smiled gently.
“Hi. My name is Blaine Anderson. I bet you didn’t know I work for a school close by. Guess what?” Digging into the leather satchel he carried, he withdrew a rather obnoxiously large chocolate bar with the Dalton Academy emblem on the front. One of those sorts of candy bars all schools sold. “We’re having a fundraiser for the Humane Society. It’s a place that helps lost and sad animals be safe until they can find families to love them. I’m supposed to be selling these but,” without asking he handed the bar to a pair of waiting tiny hands, “You can have one. Maybe if you like it? Daddy will buy another.” There was enough sugar and caffeine in that chocolate to have two kids hanging off the ceiling. Insult A Stranger-Junior was the sole owner. They melted quick, too. An added bonus.
That’s when he met Jesse’s gaze again. A sparkling sense of justice and amusement dancing in his. Next time, maybe someone would keep their insults to themselves. After they unattached their messy, chocolate faced and handed child from the rafters.
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