Blaine lifted his heavy lids very slowly, opening his mouth in a quiet yawn. Stretching his muscles out, he rolled onto his stomach and heard a sigh from beside of him. His eyes snapped open and he jerked up, alerted into tension from his tightened jaw to his curled fist. His mouth softened at the sight of Kurt squished to the pillow, curled into a tiny ball by his hip. Immediately relaxing, Blaine laid back down and held a hand out, needing to feel how soft his skin was. He wanted to explore Kurt.

Touching a pink cheek and seeing the tip of his nose twitch, Blaine leaned closer to him and let his eyes wander up and down that petite body. Kurt was very soft, slender with hips that curved only a little but would probably get wider with age, and long, full legs.

His lashes fluttered when Blaine ran his fingertips over the hollow of his neck, obviously tickling him, and he tightened his little ball. Peeling the sheets away, Blaine stared at Kurts nightgown, a thin one with bows at the hips. It was rumpled at his thighs and bottom, so Blaine gently smoothed it.

Wrapping an arm around Kurt so he didnt get cold, Blaine held onto him and looked at his blond head. He realized that he cared so much for the little boy against his chest, maybe even loved him. Hed never had any friends, so he didnt know how others felt about their best friends, but he knew that this was different.

He wanted to care for Kurt and protect him from those mean names, make him feel happy every time he opened those blue eyes, hear him read those fairy tales. But he knew he wasnt a prince, and he especially wasnt charming, and Kurt wanted his prince charming. He would never feel breathless because of Blaine, or get dizzy because of his smiles. Disappointed that he didnt deserve Kurt, Blaine frowned and moved his attention to Kurts lips.

They were very pouty, plump and full, just barely a darker pink than the light blush in his cheeks. Rubbing the bottom lip with his thumb, Blaine leaned down to gently kiss him. Kurt made a soft sound of surprise, his blond lashes batting as he awakened. "Oh!" Sleepily mewling, Kurt tucked himself under Blaines chin and hummed as if trying to lull himself back to sleep.

Blaine wasnt sure what to say or do, feeling slightly guilty that hed stirred him but wanting to say goodbye before he left. Taking a deep breath, he slid slightly out from under Kurt, trying to right himself without discomforting him. He finally managed to set his feet on the floor, and he got up. He walked about three steps to the door when he heard Kurts soft voice. "Why are you leaving?"

He looked over his shoulder, still clueless on what Kurt wanted from him. Hed never been to a sleepover before, and he didnt understand what else there was to do. Sticking his bottom lip out in a pout, Kurt murmured, "Ill miss you all day if you go... especially if you dont give me a hug before you do."

Blaine returned to the side of the bed, and Kurt held his arms out. Climbing back onto the fluffy mattress and sinking slightly in, Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, "I can stay?"

"Isnt your belly rumbling?" Kurt seemed concerned, "Dont you want to eat breakfast with me?"

Blaines stomach growled at the idea of a warm meal, something he wouldnt get at home. Sitting back on his heels, Blaine nodded, letting Kurt go when he started squirming from the bundle of blankets. "Im going to make you a bowl of oatmeal." He scrambled off the bed and hurried over to the door, so Blaine followed on his heels as he went back upstairs.

His dad was nowhere to be seen, so Blaine assumed he was sleeping in. Kurt scurried over to the kitchen, dragging Blaine out of looking around at his house in the light. When he pushed through the door, he found Kurt pulling a chair away from the kitchen table. Walking over to him, Blaine took it out of his arms and helped drag it over to the stove.

Hopping onto the chair, Kurt lifted on his toes and searched through one of the cabinets for oatmeal and sugar. Blaine worried that he might fall so he held onto his hips. Kurt wobbled a little after he found the oats, and Blaine quickly pulled him against his chest to steady him. "Kurt, be careful."

Scooping Kurt up when he held his arms out, Blaine was relieved to set him on the floor. "Thank you for holding onto me." Kurt cooed, kissing Blaines cheek before he turned to the stove and shook some oats into a bowl. "Can you please bring me the milk and two bowls and cups?"

Blaine left his side to look for what he wanted, and he found the milk in the door of the fridge. He brought it back to Kurt before he hunted through the cabinets. After he grabbed the bowls and cups, he carried them to Kurt and set them down. He watched him carefully pour milk onto the oats, stirring them every few seconds. "My maman taught me how to make oatmeal the last time she visited. She says Im the best oatmeal maker in all of Ohio." Lifting the milk over another bowl, Kurt said, "She and I also love warm milk. Its good if you want to be cheered up. Would you like to try some?"

Blaine stared at the bubbling milk as Kurt spooned some out into the cups only a few minutes later, letting it just barely get hot. He handed a cup to Blaine, sipping on his own and licking his lips in delight. "Its so yummy."

Blaine took a drink from his cup, surprised at how rich the milk tasted. He kept slurping as Kurt turned back to the oatmeal and sprinkled in sugar. "Sweet oatmeal is the best." Kurt told him, dipping a spoon into the thick goo and holding it up to Blaines lips. "You can be my taste tester."

Sucking the oats off the spoon, Blaine closed his eyes in pleasure. Hed never tasted food so good. "This is amazing."

Giggling, Kurt finished stirring and scooped a few bites into both bowls. He carried his food back into the living room, where he plopped in front of the TV and pushed Snow White into the player. Blaine sat down beside him, not able to take his lips off the spoon. "Ill have to learn more recipes for you." He said around the top of his bowl. "I love to cook... but everything I make comes out lumpy or sticky. But my maman says Ill be the best cook ever."

Blaine smiled at him, finishing off his bowl in just a few minutes to show him how much he liked it. He wanted more of it, and he was glad when Kurt handed him what he couldnt stomach. They sat in silence for a while, their eyes on the screen-well, Kurts were-as they relaxed after theyd filled their bellies.

Kurt was just as enthralled by Snow White as he was by Sleeping Beauty, gasping when the Evil Queen appeared and giggling at the silly dwarves. Scooting closer to Blaine when the prince jumped over the wall to see Snow White, he rested his cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling him very lovingly. It seemed like only seconds passed by before the movie ended, and then Kurt was moving too suddenly. Blaine wanted to hold onto him, and he reached out for Kurt.

Kurt let him slide their fingers together, and he said softly, "Do you still want to go home?"

Shaking his head and trying to tell Kurt that he never wanted to go home, Blaine muttered, "Can you read to me?"

"Oh..." Kurt seemed almost disappointed at that, and there was a sudden sadness to his eyes. "Well... I was thinking we could read another day."

Blaine was horrified, "Why? Do you want me to leave?"

"Oh, no! Its not that at all." Biting his bottom lip, Kurt looked at his toes, wiggling and curling them, "Its just... our story is almost over and I dont want it to end yet. You see, I think thats why you like when I visit you. And if I cant read to you... you wont want me anymore."

Blaines mouth fell open in shock, and at first he wasnt sure what to say. Kurt looked very hurt, his bottom lip pushed out and his eyes hooded by half closed lids. Scooting closer to Kurt, Blaine wrapped an arm around him and slid his fingers under his chin, making him look up to meet his gentle gaze. "I like you." He said, wanting him to understand how much he meant to him. He had no idea how to do that, though. "I love our stories... I love when you read to me... but I... I love you, too."

Kurts eyes opened wide, "You do?"

Nodding and running a hand through his hair in his nervousness, he muttered, "We can read another after this." He reached behind him for the bag that hed dragged down with him, and he slid their story book out of it. He put it in Kurts lap, "Please?"

Smiling, Kurt snuggled into Blaines side and opened their story book, but before he started reading, he turned his head and kissed Blaines cheek. "I love you." He whispered on Blaines hot skin that he was sure turned as red as a cherry. He looked at the page again and read, "Beauty became very anxious when she found out that her father was sick. She knew he needed her, but she was the Beasts prisoner. She couldnt possibly leave. But, as the days passed, the dread got worse and worse, until one night she escaped while the Beast was sleeping!"

Blaine was startled by the new turn in the story. He knew only bad things could come of Beauty leaving the Beast. "While she cared for her father, the Beast became very depressed. He sat at his window, waiting and hoping for her to come back to him. But she never did. And, months later, on one horrible night when the Beast was at his weakest, the hunter appeared at his castle and attacked him."

Closing the book, Kurt glanced at Blaine, whose eyes were huge and mouth was gaping. "One more chapter!" He begged, making Kurt giggle at him. He already knew how it ended, or else he might have agreed with him. "Does Beauty come back to him? Does he get killed?"

Kurt smiled behind his fingers, "Ive never seen you so enthusiastic, Blaine Anderson. Youll have to see me tomorrow if you want to know how it ends."

"You want me to come over?"

"If youd like that." Kurt put the book back into Blaines bag, then turned to him and murmured, "You can bring another book. Ill read that after we finish this one. Ill make you a nice dinner and a warm dessert."

Grinning, Blaine nuzzled Kurts neck, "I want that." He pulled slightly away and stared at Kurt, his blue eyes dazed from Blaines affections. "I want to spend time with you, Kurt." Looking over his shoulder at the door, he sighed heavily, "But I should go home before my dad gets home from work and notices Im gone."

"Do you have to?" The words were breathy as Kurt purred, rubbing against Blaines face. "Ill miss you so much. Come back as soon as you can."

Blaine got to his feet and bent over Kurt for a quick kiss, "Ill be back tomorrow night." Hurrying to the door and feeling Kurt hold onto him for as long as possible, Blaine opened it and hesitated to leave, needing to be with Kurt. He was becoming an obsession of Blaines.

"Goodbye." Kurt said sadly, looking just as sorrowful as Blaine.

Blaine carried the last of their bags out to the taxi, shutting the trunk after he threw all of them in. He stood back for a moment, staring at the trees guarding the house from the rest of the world, then at the tall home theyd stayed in for the past week. He was a little disappointed to see all of it go because hed been having the best of time with his new husband, but he was relieved to be heading home. Hed be glad to hold his little ones again and kiss their dimpled hands and cheeks.

Going back into the darkened house, he found Kurt falling asleep on the couch, his head bobbing as his eyes closed. "Kurt..." he said softly, walking over to his husband and sliding his arms under his thighs and back. "Kurt... its time to go, sweetheart."

Kurt made a sleepy sound and tucked his head under Blaines chin, clinging to him as he carried him outside. "You can sleep on the way home." Blaine told him, kicking the door shut behind them. He crossed the lawn and climbed inside the taxi, keeping Kurt against his chest.

Blaine looked up front and mumbled where they were going, thinking he got the word right. The clock on the radio showed that it was about three in the morning, and he yawned just at the thought of waking up so early. It was going to be a long day, but they would make it back to Lima before night.

The trip was quiet, as Kurt snoozed for most of both plane rides and Blaine got in a few naps here and there. They only stopped between switching flights to eat dinner at a restaurant in the airport.

When they finally stepped off their last flight, both of them were exhausted. Blaine called a taxi to take them to Burts place, and by the time it stopped in front of the house, it was almost eight.

Unstrapping himself, Blaine got out of the car and went around to the back to collect their luggage. He threw most of it over his shoulder and dragged the rest of it behind himself, then walked to Kurts side and helped him out. "Come on, little love. I know youre tired."

They quietly wandered up the walkway and opened the door without knocking, seeing a few lamps on in the living room. They heard movement from the kitchen, and the door opened to reveal Burt. He scratched his head at the sight of them, "Hey, guys. How was the trip? You look worn out."

Setting the bags down, Blaine took Kurt in his arms and guided him deeper into the house, "Weve been traveling all day." He said, brushing a blond hair off Kurts forehead. "Lay your head on my shoulder, honey."

Burt smirked at his son, "Your old room is ready. Just be quiet heading up there... the kids are asleep. Carole put them down two hours ago." He glanced at the stairway, "Youve done a really great job with them, Blaine. Make sure to bring them back to their grandpa and grandma more often."

Blaine smiled, glad that everything had gone well. "Thanks, Burt." He almost lifted Kurt off his toes and walked over to the stairway. After he got to the top of the steps and approached the closed door, he put Kurt down and gently rubbed his shoulders. "You can lay down in here, baby."

Carefully opening the door, Blaine glanced inside at the darkened room, hearing soft breathing and blankets rustling. He stepped inside and took Kurts hand, leading him over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, Blaine peeled the blankets back and gazed at two little bodies completely wrapped around each other.

Their faces were squished together, Archers dark curls draped slightly across Hunters hollow cheek. Leaning down, Blaine ran his fingers through the stray curls and pushed them back into place. At the feel of Blaines warm fingertips brushing his soft skin, Archer tightened his tiny ball, making Hunter stir. Hunter smacked his lips and nuzzled even closer to Archer, stretching his little muscles.

A pair of brown eyes opened, and then blue. They both seemed confused at first, grabbing onto each other for comfort as they wondered what had awoken them. Turning his head, Hunter squeaked at the sight of Blaine, and Blaine smiled at him. "Daddys home, sweethearts."

Archer struggled to lift his head at the sound of Blaines voice, and he held his arms up. "Daddy!"

Blaine picked Archer up, gently bouncing him to soothe him, "Shh... Im here. I brought both of you gifts, but you can see them in the morning. Go back to sleep, sweet beauty. Daddy wont let you go."

Archer seemed to like that idea, curling up against Blaines chest and closing his eyes again. Crawling toward Kurt, who had mostly woken up but was still sleepily blinking, Hunter laid down in his lap and stared up at him. "Hi, Hunter." Kurt cooed softly, bending down to give him a kiss.

Two little birds suddenly chirped at them, and Kurt looked up to find Pavarotti and Everett waddling off the pillow to greet them. He gave both of them kisses, letting them climb onto his shoulders.

Reaching out for Kurt, Blaine cupped his cheek and kissed him very softly, "Get some sleep, baby. You need rest."

Kurt nodded and curled up on the pillow, asleep in just moments, with Hunter still bundled up in his arms. Dropping beside of his husband, Blaine set Archer on his chest and watched him sleep, his red lips parted and his black lashes batting against white cheeks. Blaine remembered how Kurt looked when he was so little, so pretty and perfect. He thought Archer was perfect, from his deep blue eyes to his rose red lips.