Blaine climbed onto the slippery couch, almost sliding off when his sweatpants rubbed against the fabric the wrong way. Dropping onto the pillows, he crossed his ankles and turned his eyes to Kurt, who was looking through the movies. He smiled when he found one he liked and he pushed it in, patting his fingertips together with excitement as it started playing. He hopped to his toes and scampered over to Blaine, holding his arms up.

Helping Kurt onto the couch, Blaine felt him plop into his lap, then he reached for Blaines hands and wrapped them around his tiny waist. "This one is my favorite." He tucked his head under Blaines chin, "Beauty and the Beast. Its so romantic... especially the dancing scene. I just hate how mean Gaston is to the Beast and Belle."

Blaine, who had never seen the movie before, watched a beautiful girl walk out of her little home. "Who is Gaston?" He muttered lowly, keeping his eyes on the screen as he tried to determine which man in the dull town was Gaston. It sounded like a pompous name, so he looked for the most obnoxious man.

"Oh, hes the town hunter." Kurt wrinkled his nose in distaste when a bulging man strode down the street. "Hes not very nice to the little birds... poor dears... and he upsets Belle so much. Then he gets mad at the Beast... but the Beast didnt do anything wrong. He was very nice to everyone... well, except when he got angry. But Gastons own meanness made him fall off a tower, which is good for Belle and the Beast because he was bad... but still very sad." He pushed his bottom lip out, and Blaine raised his brows at him.

Suddenly concerned, Blaine ran a finger over Kurts bottom lip, feeling it tremble with tears that wouldnt fall, "Youre upset."

Kurt lowered his head and nodded, "Yes... I always cry when I think of villains in stories. I want all of them to be happy and have a happily ever after, but they dont understand that if they were nice to everyone, they could be very happy in the end."

Blaine pressed his lips together. After a few years of being around his parents broken marriage and seeing the ruined world around him, he understood that things didnt always work out. Kurt still seemed so innocent about what really happened in life, every day, and that hurt Blaine that someday something was going to cause Kurt pain and make him just as knowing as everyone else. Wanting to protect him, he whispered in his ear, "You know, Kurt, sometimes... there are bad people in the world because bad things happened to them. No one is born bad, and everyone can be brought back. Nothing is hopeless. Seeing you smile would be enough to make someone happy." When Kurts lips quivered with a small smile, Blaine kissed the corner of them, "But... when there are bad things, that makes it more special when someone does have a happily ever after, doesnt it?"

Kurt nodded again, looping his arms around Blaines neck. "You make me feel better when Im sad." Kissing Blaines cheek, he curled up against his chest and whispered, "Gaston wasnt always unhappy, was he? When he was a baby, his mom probably kissed his cheeks and rocked him to sleep."

Blaine made a low sound of agreement, still clutching Kurt to make sure he was alright, "Do you want me to read you another chapter of our story so we can get to the happy ending?"

Reaching for the mug of warm milk on the table, Kurt brought it to his lips and sipped from it, "That sounds lovely." His words were drawn out by a quiet yawn, and Kurt raised his hands above his head and stretched. "I would like that very much."

Dragging their book into his lap, Blaine opened to where they left off and muttered, "One day Romeo and Juliet happened upon each other. It wasnt the most unlikely place, a school between their two dwellings. Juliets father had insisted on a private lesson at home to keep her out of harms way-everyone thought of her as an unlucky, clumsy girl-but Juliet was just as determined as he, and she went to this school for her dearest cousins. Romeo went to the school because it was all he could afford. Either way, they met each other there, and what a meeting it was."

Blaine got to the end of the chapter and looked down at Kurt, who, to his surprise, had fallen asleep sometime while he had been reading. Unsure of what to do, he gently smoothed Kurts cheek, "Kurt..." he whispered so quietly, "Kurt, wake up."

Kurts little mouth fell open and he sighed, his tiny ball that hed curled up into tightening. Not wanting to startle him, Blaine shifted a little, keeping a hand on Kurt so he didnt slide. He slipped a hand under his slender thighs, feeling his head loll against his shoulder. Scooping him up, he carefully got to his feet, shocked by how light Kurt felt in his arms. He could carry him easily, so after he turned off the movie, he took a few steps over to the stairs. Moving in short steps so he didnt jostle Kurt, he got to the edge of the bed and peeled back the blankets, gently laying him down on the pillows.

Blaine had stared at Kurt before, had plenty of times at night after hed fallen asleep against his chest to admire him, but he never got used to how lovely he really was, from his soft cheeks to his rosy lips. His blond lashes batted against his cheeks, fluttering as he dreamed sweet dreams of fairytales and princesses in castles. It was all that he adored... and maybe of Blaine. His beauty still took his breath away, and he hoped it always would.

Sliding under the blankets beside of Kurt, Blaine cupped a pink cheek, feeling his soft skin as it vibrated with his sleepy hums. He bent down to kiss Kurts lips, parting them with his own. "I love you." He whispered to him, and Kurt wiggled closer to him. Blaine wrapped his arms around him and held him close, never wanting to let him go, wanting to keep him safe.

Blaine strode up the stairs with his hands in his pockets, his lips parted as he breathed very deeply. He still hadnt come to terms with what Santana wanted from him, and it was more of a strain on his shoulders with every passing minute. He knew what he would do to protect his family... he just didnt want it to come to that, to be a terrifying monster again. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself, his eyebrows furrowing.

He heard tiny, high pitched voices from his bedroom, and one brow raised. He wondered what his loves were up to. Managing a small smile, he stepped off the last stair and wandered over to his door, hesitating on the outside of it. Kurts bell-like voice rang so beautifully, such a pretty sound that Blaine almost forgot about his discomforts. One of his babies suddenly squealed with a giggle, and he sighed heavily.

Opening the door, he saw his husband curled up in the middle of the bed with two babies tucked on either side of him, Hunter draped over his chest with his eyes half closed as Kurt gently stroked his dark hair. Keegan was lounging beside of Kurt, his blond head hovering protectively over him and his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Pavarotti and Everett were resting on his chest, already snoozing.

Kurt must have heard him come in because he looked up, his eyes wide and sparkling, and he smiled at him, then he returned to the book in his lap. "Beauty came just in time to rescue the Beast."

Archers little mouth fell open in relief and he patted the book, making Kurt giggle and squeeze him. "He was revived by her kiss, and he told her he loved her, but he knew she could never love him."

Hunter cracked his eyes open a little, blinking the sleep out of them before cuddling under Kurts chin and grabbing a handful of his nightgown. He glanced over at Blaine and smiled, just a few teeth showing, and he made a low noise that sounded like "daddy." Slowly approaching the bed, Blaine sat down on the edge, staring down at their old storybook. He ran his fingers through Hunters hair, "Daddys got you, sweetheart."

Before Kurt went on with the story, Archer murmured in a small, sleepy voice, "But why did they kiss?"

Kurt smiled at him, rubbing his cheek against his, "Oh, darling, when two people love each other very much, they kiss. Mm... just like this." Turning his head, he kissed Archers round cheek, nuzzling him.

Touching where Kurt kissed, Archer rolled over onto his stomach and murmured, "You and Daddy kiss because you love each other, but Ive never kissed Hunner so he knows I love him!" He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and Blaine couldnt help but smile at how much he looked like Kurt with that rosy lip pushed out.

Looking down at Hunter, who had fallen asleep in his arms, Kurt stroked his hair and whispered, "I think he already knows, my love." He slipped his fingers under Archers chin and lifted his head, "You dont have to worry. Kisses are very nice, but just saying that you love him is more than he could ever want, especially from such a wonderful boy."

Hunters nose twitched in his sleep, and his small hands tightened on Kurts dress. Archer reached down for him and patted his shoulder as if trying to comfort him, so Blaine slid his arms under him and tucked him in beside of Hunter. Wriggling closer to him, Archer pressed his cheek to Hunters, "I hope you know I love you even though I havent kissed you." He said sadly, nuzzling him with the tip of his nose. His words were still breathy and broken, his voice too weak to get all of them out.

"Shh..." Kurt pressed a kiss to the side of Archers head, "Im sure he knows, my beauty. Dont make yourself frantic over it. Go to sleep and you can make sure he knows in the morning. We can finish our love story after breakfast, when Hunters awake and can enjoy it with you. You have so much to be happy about, my love! A sweet kiss from your greatest friend, and a lovely story, and your daddy and I are going to decorate for your first birthday."

Archers little jaw dropped with a gasp, "My birthday! Can I give Hunner present, too, for his first birthday? I think hed like it."

While Blaine gave Archer an encouraging grin and scratched under his chin, Kurt murmured, "Of course, darling. He would like that very much... even though youre the perfect gift for him. You know, he met you a day after yours and his birthdays. That makes you a present to him!"

Archer seemed happy about that, kicking his tiny feet under the blankets, "Did I have a bow?"

Kurt giggled at him, putting his fingertips to his lips, "No, but he liked you, anyway, sweet." Giving him one last kiss, he pulled the blankets up to his chin, "Its getting very late. You dont want to sleep through the rest of the story, do you?" Archer quickly squeezed his eyes shut, making Kurt smile. "Sweet dreams, my darling. Dream of kisses and presents and parties."

Archer cracked open one eye, "And Hunner?" He put in softly, closing his eyes when Blaine bent for a kiss.

"Whatever you want to dream of, baby." Blaine muttered in his ear, "Your père and I love you very much."

Blaine glanced up when a pale hand brushed Archers hair, and he saw Keegan staring down at his children with gentle eyes. He looked back up at Kurt and said something in French, and Kurt made a soft sound of regret but nodded, anyway. He said something that sounded very kind, and Keegan smiled at him.

Slipping off the bed, Keegan started walking away, but stopped when Archer suddenly lifted back up. "Wait!" He squeaked, scooting away from Hunter. He put a leg over the edge of the bed and poked at the floor, struggling to slide off. Blaine helped him by lifting him, even though he didnt know what he was getting his nose into this time.

"Archer, whats wrong?" He muttered lowly, watching as his son scrambled over to his toy box and dug through it. "Honey, come back. Your feet will get cold."

Archer picked something up and held it out for Keegan to take, and Keegan knelt down in front of him. He put his hand around Kurts old teddy bear, turning it this way and that. "Uncle Keegan, this is my teddy, Keegan."

Keegan didnt understand him so he raised his brows, trying to make out a few words. Lowering his brows, Keegan took a deep breath and gave the teddy bear back. "He..." It took a few moments for him to continue, his face screwed up, "He is... as cute... as you."

Archer threw his arms around Keegans neck, "Goodnight. I love you, Uncle Keegan. Ill see you at breakfast!" He hurried away from Keegan, climbing back onto the bed after Blaine boosted him up by his bottom. He returned to his spot beside of Hunter, laying the bear down next to him.

"That was very sweet of you." Kurt said softly, kissing Archers hair. "Your Uncle Keegan loves you very much."

Running his fingertips over Archers pudgy cheek as he laid down next to his bear and squished his face into its fur, Blaine stroked a limp hand and took it into his palm, pressing kisses to his dimpled fingers. "Close your beautiful eyes, my love. Your père and I wont leave you."

Archers tiny mouth opened with a quiet yawn, and he wriggled a little closer to Hunter, who gurgled at the movement. Hunter blindly searched for Archers warm, little body, and he pressed his cheek to his. Tangling his dimpled fingers in Hunters dark hair, Archer whispered, "Im going to dream about you, Hunner."

A hint of a smile pulled the corners of Hunters mouth, and he stretched his arms out, his fingers plucking the blankets. They brushed Archers nightshirt and held onto it, bringing them even closer together, "Archer..." the word was very soft and broken, his lower voice raspy with sleep.

Blaine jerked away from his babies while Kurt stroked their little bodies, his breathing suddenly very heavy. It hurt him to look at those crooked lips and know exactly what horrid things could happen to take that smile away.