Kurt felt Blaines slow breath on the nape of his neck, a constant inhale and exhale that moved his blond hair. A low whine interrupted the blowing from Blaines mouth, and Kurt tried to squirm onto his other side as Blaine started writhing for freedom from something that Kurt couldnt see. Running his fingertips over Blaines ruffled brows, Kurt blinked at his mouth, which opened in a quiet groan. He slipped out of Blaines strong grip that had gone limp while he dreamed, and he scooted off the edge of the couch. Padding across the floor, Kurt disappeared through his bedroom doorway and carefully stepped down each stair. He turned the corner and opened his closet door, pulling out his many toys and searching through them. Picking up what he wanted, he hurried back up the stairs and poked his nose around the wall, making sure that he hadnt startled Blaine awake. Blaine had flipped onto his stomach, his head buried in one of the pillows. His body was tensed up so tightly, like a spring about to snap, and Kurt frowned at the way his fists were curled, his fingers unconsciously digging into his palms.

Tiptoeing on light feet over to his best friend, Kurt knelt beside of him and touched those white knuckles. "Blaine?" He peeped very softly, not wanting to jolt Blaine from his deep slumber. He rubbed his thick shoulder, feeling him shudder under his tender touch. "Blaine, dear." When that groggy head lifted from the pillow, Blaine blinked his bleary eyes, his dry lips smacking a few times before he pressed them into a thin line. Brushing that heavy hair off of Blaines forehead, Kurt gave him a sweet smile as he turned his head and stared at him, "Im so glad to see you, sleepyhead. How do you feel?"

Licking his lips as if he was thirsty, Blaine looked down when Kurt suddenly popped to his feet and swished out of the room. He pushed through the kitchen door and made Blaine a cold glass of water, then returned to the living room and handed it to him. After Blaine drank the refreshing liquid, he scrubbed his face, his palms grinding red marks into his cheeks. Frowning, Kurt reached up and pulled his hands away, then replaced them with his own hands. He smoothed the worry lines off of Blaines face, his thumbs rubbing between Blaines eyebrows, over the corners of his mouth, and on his drooping eyelids. "Its okay." He whispered when Blaine tried to yank back. Turning away from him, Kurt grabbed the container on the floor and held it up for Blaine to see, "Do you want to play with me?"

Blaine took the container from Kurt and shook it, making the chalk jiggle and flip. He held it to his chest and started to sit up, his movements very slow as he joined Kurt on the floor. Twining Blaines fingertips with his, Kurt murmured, "After we play, Ill make dinner for you. But I want to play a game now!" He hopped over to the door, keeping Blaine close to his heels. Blaine followed him onto the porch, slowly lowering beside of him when he plopped down. Setting the chalk container beside of them, Blaine wrapped his arms around his knees, something that Kurt knew he did when he wanted to withdraw. He scooted closer to Blaine, leaning against him, and then he picked up a blue piece of chalk and put it in the middle of Blaines palm, which had recently been shed of its bandages. The cuts had sealed up after Kurts nursing, but the scars that were left behind were still red and aching.

Blaine closed his hand around the piece of chalk, immediately putting it near the concrete. Watching Blaines fingers flick the chalk up and down, painting blue lines onto the white canvas, Kurt put his finger on the circle hed just finished and traced it. As he tried to guess what Blaine was doodling, he turned to his own blank space and sketched a little rose, the petals a dark gold. Moving from the rose, he drew a tiny heart and wrote their initials in the middle of it. Before he could finish the K, Blaine patted his arm and drew his attention away. He pointed down at his drawing, and Kurt smiled at the two of them, his blue figure wearing a pretty dress, while Blaines golden figure, which was holding the hand of Kurts, had only a bowtie. "Its our wedding." Kurt squeaked, peering back up at Blaine from under his thick lashes. Batting his eyes, Kurt leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "But they need one more thing, dont they?" He pressed his golden piece of chalk to their fingers, wrapping two rings around them. Putting the chalk down, he turned to Blaine and held out his left hand, which was empty of any adornment. "This finger will be yours to decorate one day."

Staring at Kurts hand, Blaine slipped his fingers under the palm, but he didnt let his own palm touch Kurts. Kurt grinned at the warm touch, looping his fingers around Blaines entire hand, which almost didnt fit in his. Pecking the scars that Kurt wished were only chalk and would soon wash away, he murmured, "And, one day, this palm will be mine to make better."

Blaine rested his head against the cool wall, his eyes idly flicking through the small room and pausing for brief moments on the tiny forms waddling about on the floor. Both of them were searching for something fun to do, and they found that something when they dropped beside of their dolls. Grinning at the poor doll that Hunter stuck into his mouth and chewed on, he counted the number of holes that stuffing was falling out of. He spun in his chair back to the computer when Wes walked in with his arms full of headphones that he set on top of the stereo, and he lifted his hands and tucked them behind his head. Sitting down beside of Blaine without a word spoken yet, Wes clicked through a few screens before he lost interest in his tedious work. He leaned back in the same position that Blaine was in, his lips stretching into an amused grin, "You look about as tan as me, Filipino boy."

Snorting at that, Blaine rubbed his cheek with his hard knuckles, making his brown skin turn white, "I want to thank you for giving us that vacation. It was more than I could have asked for. The babies loved it so much."

Wes shrugged his shoulder, "Its nothing you have to thank me for. You just got your own family... it was the least I could do for you and your new husband... and especially the little ones." Turning his gaze to Archer and Hunter, who were squeaking at each other, he helplessly laughed at Hunter, whose voice was very muffled by the toy in his mouth. "Now I just need to schedule my own vacation. Sometimes a sane man needs a break from these idiots." Both of them chuckled at that, thinking of the noisy chaos that went on every day in the studio. "I dont know... I might take time off to see my family next month. Maybe Ill get a girlfriend by then... and I wont have to stand under the mistletoe alone... again." He rolled his eyes, then he brushed it off and muttered, "Where are you heading for Christmas?"

Looking back down at his babies, who were toddling over to Kurt and pawing at him for attention, he scratched the nape of his neck, "Were going to see Kurts parents. Carole wouldnt let me have it any other way." Shaking his head as he thought of his crazy family waiting for him back in Ohio, he gave Wes a small smirk. "When I was younger, I thought I would leave Ohio and never look back. Its so odd to me that I miss it with all my heart."

Wes reached over and rubbed Blaines shoulder, "Youve got a good life there." Twisting around after he looked at his watch, he faced Keegan, who was sitting beside of Kurt and patting his lap for Hunter to climb up, "Keegan?" Keegan lifted his blond head, his wide eyes searching Wess face for any kind of clue as to why he wanted to talk to him. He looked just as Blaine did two years ago. "Can you tell me what you like to do? What you want to do here? Were always looking for new singers."

Pushing his hair off his face, Keegan let his mouth fall open before he thought of what he wanted to say. Kurt rubbed his knee, his eyes becoming very soft with his sudden concern. "I... never had a job before. I was seventeen... a kid without a dream. All I wanted was to take care of Kurt. His aunt gave me all the money in my pocket." When Wes raised his brows at him, obviously pushing something from Keegan that he wanted to hide, he shook his head a few times. "When Evie and I were together... I was fascinated with the beautiful paintings he made. I became obsessed with knowing why he drew the things he did. I asked him everything that came to my mind... and he taught me about... the most lovely of arts. I was a dumb teenager before I met him... and now I know everything that he once knew. And he knew... everything about the world. Hed seen everything... been everywhere... and he let me into that world."

"Thats what you know?" Wes muttered, his brows shooting up to his hairline. Keegan nodded, his curls bouncing around his cheeks, but then he looked down when Hunter boosted himself into his lap. Holding the baby to himself, Keegan hesitantly raised his gaze once more when Wes continued, "And what you love?"

"He is what I love."

Wes grinned, "Youre not a simple person, are you? Theres no job I can give you here that would make you happy, then. But if youd like... you can make whatever you want in here... beautiful." At Keegans alarmed expression, he quickly said, "Im not asking you to give me the paintings your Everett left with you, even though Im sure theyd make this place nice to look at. But if you want to make album covers, you can... or you can hang pictures on the walls. Whatever you want, its yours."

A small smile broke out on Keegans lips, and it widened when Kurt looped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Thank you." He said quietly, immediately turning to Kurt and looking at him with huge eyes as if to make sure that he wasnt dreaming. Kurt made a celebratory sound and held his hands up, then he pecked his tan cheek with a gentle kiss.

Wes twisted away from him and knocked his elbow into Blaines side, "He reminds me of someone." Giving Wes a crooked smile, Blaine turned his face away from him to hide the red that burst into his neck and cheeks.

From the way he was sitting, he had a perfect view of the people across the room, and he watched as Kurt flung his arms around Keegan, both of them still so happy. "I couldnt imagine who." He mumbled, scooting back around to the blank computer and seeing a faint reflection of himself in the glass.