“Papa,” A little hand tugged on Blaine’s trousers. “Why do they want pictures of us? We’re not famous.”
“No, we’re not famous,” Blaine laughed, crouching down beside his son. “But Daddy and Aunty Rachel are famous, and we’re their family. And famous people’s families get photographed a lot.”
Toronto looked around him in wonder, his little eyes sparkling. A bright smile lit up his face as everyone snapped his photo.
“Toronto,” one of the photographers called. “Are you a Warbler?”
They had noticed the Dalton uniform that Toronto was wearing, even though he definitely wasn’t old enough to attend Dalton yet.
“Yes!” Toronto shouted back. He ran over to them and started doing his Teenage Dream dance, the one that Blaine and the rest of the Warblers had taught him. The photographers snapped away frantically.
Blaine laughed affectionately at his son. “Come on, or we’ll miss Daddy and Aunty Rachel in the show!” He called.
Toronto skipped back to his Papa. Blaine gave him a hug and said jokingly, “You take after your Daddy, do you know that? Such a camera-hogger.”
Toronto rolled his eyes dramatically, took Blaine by the hand and started pulling him towards the entrance to the theatre, shouting, “Hurry or we won’t get front row seats!”
omgmdisowje I am fangirling like no other right now
Every time I watch this video of Darren, I weep because he is not in my bed.
god the Italian still kills me
every comment above.
This is just beautiful.
This. Is. B-e-a-u-tiful.