After several weeks of living in the Hummel household, Blaine had gotten used to rumbling engines and spitting gravel and flashing lights right outside the window. Burt usually tried to keep the children away from as much of his business as he could by asking his clients to simply honk their horns when they arrived, instead of approaching the door and talking problems they had with their cars in earshot of the children. The only thing Blaine ever noticed now was the shaking floor as, within the garage, cars sped out and in, and were levered up and down. In the beginning, the incoming traffic had startled Blaine, and hed quickly hurried away from the window to find a hiding spot away from his parents, who had obviously come to steal him away, ready to drag him out whether he fought tooth and nail. And Blaine still privately worried, but Burt had taken up even more precautions when he realized how easily disconcerted Blaine was, and hed started only taking customers if they called ahead and assured exactly when they would be there.

Because Burt was taking such protective measures with the children, Blaine felt more eased that he didnt have to duck in cover every time a car rolled up the driveway. But Blaine, figuring his luck, wasnt completely surprised when the boundary that Burt had laid around him and Kurt failed, and someone got so close to them that he was actually able to knock on the door. By instinct, Blaine retreated into himself like a turtle, pulling in his arms and legs as he automatically assumed the worst. Silently hoping that Burt would just take care of a customer who had been unaware of the rules, Blaine watched from across the room as Kurt, who had been washing his face in the bathroom, appeared with freshly pink cheeks. He had obviously been in the middle of rinsing because he still held a cloth to his face, blotting up the dampness that clung to his skin. Kurt, who never worried about much of anything, softly said to his dad who had started to move from his recliner to get the door, "Who is it, Daddy?"

Burt must not have had any appointments set up because he lazily trotted over to the door, his shoulders slumped and his head heavy as he prepared to turn away the person who had interrupted the football game, "I dont know, honey." Clearing his throat a few times, Burt twisted the handle and opened the door to someone who, to Blaines relief, looked nothing like him. The man on the other side of the door held a box out, and Burt took it with a small grin, "Thanks."

After he shut the door behind himself, he turned his head down to the box, and he muttered, "Looks like this is for you, Blaine." Tilting his head in surprise, Blaine held his hands out for the box, and Burt laid it in them. Hed been slightly concerned that his parents had sent him something. He didnt know what they would send, but he didnt doubt that his dad would find it funny to give him a football, just to be insulting. But the handwriting on the mailing address sticker proved him wrong. It was the same swirly and graceful penmanship that Kurt had, like he was trying to draw a dancing ballerina. Blaine smiled as he read Elizabeths name, but he frowned again as he wondered what she would send to him.

Ripping open the top of the box, Blaine scooped up the note that laid on top of a book, and he squinted at the loops and swivels. He realized that he didnt have a clue what any of those curves and zigzags meant, like he was trying to read a beautiful painting, and he held it out to Kurt. Kurt, who had been checking over the book, poked his nose over to the note and said, "Do you want me to read to you?" Taking the note from Blaine, Kurt pointed at the words. "Dear, Blaine... my darling love," he smiled after that line, leaning closer to Blaine so he could see the nice words, "I meant to send this to you on your birthday, but I had no clue that it was so soon after I left! So, Im shipping this to you in hopes that it finds you very soon, because everyone needs a birthday present. As soon as I met you, I knew that this storybook had to be yours. It shows that anyone can be a prince, even a frog."

Considering their new book again, Kurt grinned at the picture of a lovely princess looking down at a frog, who stared up at her with adoring eyes. He turned back to the letter and finished by saying, "This package comes with all my love. Your adoring friend, Elizabeth." Instantly flashing his blue eyes up to his dad, who looked down at them with a pair of warm, crinkled eyes, he chirped, "Daddy, Maman was so nice to send this to Blaine, wasnt she?"

Burt nodded his head, then he rubbed Kurts back, "Sweetheart, why dont you read some to Blaine? I think hed like it."

Kurt settled deeper into the couch, and he rested the book between their laps so Blaine could get a good look at the pictures. He searched the picture on the cover one last time, and his mouth fell open, "So, the princess kissed a frog? Just like this?" Turning his head, Kurt suddenly pecked Blaines cheek with his warm lips, and at Blaines shocked expression, he burst into happy giggles. "But Blaines not slimy and green!"

Turning his attention back to the book, Kurt flipped to the first page and said in a quiet, airy voice that rang like a bell in Blaines ears, "Once upon a time, a poor man wandered around the outskirts of a beautiful castle. On his endless trip-he had no home in which he could stop to rest his head-he ran into an ugly troll who, bitter that hed been banished from the kingdom by the king and queen, protective parents of the young princess, in order to keep their daughter safe from the scheming and maniacal creature which a troll was known to be, demanded the man pay his dues in order to cross his territory." At that, Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he shook his head, "Thats so mean!"

Blaine almost smiled at Kurts input on what the story should be like, with no rude trolls that got in the way of the good things that could happen. Snuggling closer to Kurt, he rested his head on his shoulder, feeling his tight jaw against the top of his head. Even though he didnt like when Kurt was angry, Blaine helplessly thought that Kurt was cute when he was, with puffed out cheeks that had reddened with frustration, and a slightly wrinkled nose that was pointed at the ceiling, and pursed lips that became as white as the rest of his skin. Wanting to get past that awful scene, Kurt skipped over to the next line, "With nothing to give but a few pleas for mercy, the man was cursed to be as hideous as the troll. He was turned into a frog, and in that form he receded into the deepest part of the woods, where he mourned that now he would never be given a chance to make his way to greater society."

Once they got to the end of the chapter, Kurt set the book aside as if he didnt even want to hold it anymore, and instead of pouting quietly like Blaine did, he let everyone know what had gone wrong with the book. "Thats very sad." He cried, and Blaine looked up at him again, watching his eyes become slightly damp. "Do you think the princess will get there soon? Because that poor man shouldnt be by himself anymore! Frog or no, he still needs a friend. Everybody does." Crossing his arms over his chest, Kurt unhappily squeaked, "And that troll shouldnt have been such a bully! Instead of making everybody else miserable, he should have tried to make himself better."

Blaine blinked at his best friend, who seemed very upset about the life that the poor man had been forced into without even being given a choice, and he slowly wrapped him in his arms. Kurt, who had gotten out all of the emotions that had gathered on his tongue and were waiting to burst from between his lips, took a deep breath, and he collapsed against Blaines chest. "Its okay." He said softly, and that was all he needed to say for Kurt to believe him and finally close his eyes, trusting that their story would be fine until the end. "Shell get there when he needs her most."

Kurt seemed to understand what he meant, even though he wasnt so sure he quite understood everything that was hiding behind those simple words, because he peeped, "Do you need me?"

Blaine let a small smile tug at his lips, and he kissed the top of his head, "Always."

At the clatter of plates hitting a table, Hunter was reminded of his unbearable hunger for a real meal, and he speedily returned to the booth, his teddy bear trailing after him. He heard Karofsky lumbering somewhere behind him, his heavy steps much slower than Hunters. Pausing at the edge of his seat, Hunter put his teddy bear down first, and then he boosted himself up after him. He jumped when he felt Karofskys hands come to his bottom, and at first he worried that he would hurt him again, but then Karofsky helped him up, pushing him onto his seat. Plopping beside of his bear, Hunter reached for the plates that had been set in front of him. He dragged them closer to himself, and he picked up his fork, digging out a few noodles that were so smothered in cheese that they stuck to the others.

Stuffing them into his mouth, Hunter chewed up the mushy pieces and forced himself to swallow. He was so very hungry that his stomach had started to trick him into thinking that anything would taste good, even those soggy and salty noodles, which was the only reason that he didnt spit them out. Pushing another bite down his throat, Hunter turned to his crusty sandwich that had only a thin layer of crunchy peanut butter smeared in the middle. Before he swallowed the gooey bite of peanut butter, he paused because he briefly thought of his daddy, who used to make the best sandwiches. Sometimes, he would even help Hunter make his own sandwiches, letting him use whatever ingredients he liked. He remembered that he loved to slap anything and everything between those two pieces of bread, from pickles to pudding, and the two would devour the monstrous thing that Hunter had created, then make faces about how icky it was.

Even a sandwich like that was better than the one at Hunters lips now, but he still licked up every bit of peanut butter that got trapped between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Gurgling as his stomach groaned, rejecting the greasy and old food, when it had really been hoping for the delicious meals his père used to make, Hunter let out a quiet burp. His low noises must have gotten the attention of Karofsky, who suddenly slid a hand across the table and touched Hunters arms. Although the food had him aching, he still appreciated Karofsky taking him out-and, more than that, his abrupt concern for Hunters wellbeing-and he held his arms out for him, "Can we go home?"

Hunter was more than relieved when, after a very long minute in which he worried that Karofsky would make him be around this gross food any more, Karofskys large hands slid under his armpits. He lifted Hunter over the table, waiting until he had a good grip on his teddy bear to pull him out of his seat. Resting against Karofskys chest once more, Hunter happily curled into him, tucking his head under his chin. Karofsky said nothing as he carried Hunter out to the car, and after they were both back in their seats, the only noise that he made was that of a lighter flicking. Turning his head to the side, Hunter leaned out the window to get a breath of fresh air, and the two of them stayed like that for the rest of the trip home, Karofsky puffing on one of those sticks, and Hunter scrunched as far away from him as he could be.

By the time Karofsky slowed down at the edge of their driveway, his stick was almost burnt to a nub, and he flicked it out the window. Finally turning off the engine, Karofsky popped open his door, and Hunter followed him out, hurrying back to his side. Now that he was done with that stick, Hunter wanted nothing more than to be close to him again. Flinging himself at his leg, Hunter wrapped his arms around it, and he felt Karofsky jerk to a sudden halt. When Karofskys hand came to his hair, his fingers gently tangling in Hunters spiky locks and tugging, Hunter turned his head up to where he thought his face was. Even though he couldnt see him, he still smiled from ear to ear. "Do you love me, Karofsky?" Karofsky had just admitted it to him, but Hunter, who knew of what Karofsky was really like, wanted him to confirm that it wasnt just his crazy mind that was so desperate for love that had made Karofsky say that. And maybe if Karofsky said it again, it really meant that he did love Hunter and would put his happiness first, as his parents did for him. And when he put Hunters happiness first, he would take him home. To his real home.

But he felt Karofsky stiffen, as if Hunter had asked something of him that he hadnt just done on his own less than an hour ago. He removed his hand from Hunters hair, and he shook him off his leg, "Stop asking questions, Hunter." Without another word to Hunter to explain his rebuff of telling Hunter what hed already told him, Karofsky walked away from him, and then, without offering for Hunter to stay with him, he shut the door, keeping Hunter out of his very small and closed up world.

"Karofsky?" Hunter called out for him, his voice nothing more than a tiny shriek that was blocked out by the heavy door. "Karofsky!" Hurrying after Karofsky because he was so determined that there was no way he could just so simply turn his back on him after revealing to him that he loved him, Hunter stumbled on one of the stairs, landing against the door. He pressed his ear to it as he tried to hear what was happening inside, and when he couldnt make anything out except the mumbles of the TV, he tried the doorknob, but only got it to jiggle a few times, with no click to let him know that he was allowed entry. "Karofsky!" Slamming his foot into the bottom of the door, Hunter gasped as his foot slid against a piece of the wood that had already been dented.

He looked down at the crack in the wood that had thrown him off balance, wishing he could see the broken spot as he slowly lowered in front of it and pressed his hand to it. The wood had splintered, pieces sticking out and scratching his fingertips. Hunter wondered what could have done something so terrible. It was obviously something strong enough to hurt him badly, if it could have split this wood in half, and he immediately glanced back up at the door, which Karofsky was behind. Staggering away, Hunter fell onto his butt, and he crawled backwards to put distance between himself and the man who could snap him in two.

He got to the edge of the porch, and his hand fell off the concrete, which startled him into jumping to his feet before he dropped to the ground. Running back to his cellar, Hunter leapt over the roots sticking up from the ground, and the log that had collapsed in the middle of his pathway, and the flowers that blew from the wind his sprinting legs stirred up. He slammed into the wooden door, which flew open from the sudden pressure his body put on it, and he disappeared within his dark cave that kept him hidden from Karofsky. Shutting the door behind himself, he left his hands on the ropes that let him tug the door up and down. He squeezed those wiry ropes until the prickly and itchy pieces of string left red indents in his hands. He lifted his head toward the surface, where he knew Karofsky was, and he screamed so loudly that his usually small voice echoed all around him. "I hate you!" He shouted at Karofsky, who was probably lounging on the couch as he always did, completely unaware of the suffering his captive, little boy was going through just a few feet away. Hitting the door as hard as he could, Hunter turned away from Karofsky and threw his teddy bear down, wanting to take his anger out on something, anything, but he stopped moving when he realized who hed hurt in his urgency to make everything around him as miserable as he was.

Stepping down the stairs, Hunter frantically searched for the floor for his teddy, and when he found him laying limply on the cold concrete, unable to even sit up because he was so wounded, he scooped him up and hugged him to his chest. "Im sorry, teddy." He pleaded with him, pressing his face against his and closing his mouth around his button nose. "I didnt mean to hurt you." Taking his teddy bear back to his bed, he propped him next to his other teddy bear, and he laid next to the two of them. "Im sorry." He whimpered again, resting his cheek on his teddys plump and soft belly. Pulling his knees to his chest, Hunter helplessly cried, something he promised himself he wouldnt do. As soon as he realized that he let Karofsky harm him-not physically, which he knew he had very little control over, but even worse, mentally, which he had all the control over, and hed still let himself slip up-Hunter picked himself back up and sneered at how pathetic he was being. "I wont let you hurt me again." He whispered to no one, and he pushed himself up on his palms and slid onto the floor.

He stormed across his bedroom and ripped his journal off of his dresser, flipping open to the next page. Picking up his pen, Hunter dug it into the paper, making the ink bleed through to the other side. He wrote until his hand was cramped and his fingers were in a knot, and he finally let the emptied pen roll to the side when it became so exhausted that all it could do was scratch out a few words that he could read when he ran his finger over the bumps in the paper, but were invisible to the eye. Hunter figured that it didnt matter if he actually left marks on the paper. Closing the journal once he was finished with his new entry, he set it back on the dresser, and then he weakly bent over, resting his throbbing forehead on the cool cover. Before he could blink them away, a few leftover tears seeped into the parchment. "What have I done?" He moaned, rubbing his lashes against the hard cover of his book in another failed attempt to somehow get his vision back. When he opened his eyes again and was still faced with the same darkness he saw when they were closed, he narrowed them and whipped around to his door. "What have you done?"

He hit his fist against the top of the dresser, and at the resounding bang, Hunter helplessly smiled to himself because he thought that if he couldnt love Karofsky, he would hate him. And hate couldnt hurt him.

On the night before Kurts twenty first birthday, hed been having the most wonderful dream. It had been such a long time since Blaine had seen him as his husband, all of their days and nights devoted to their children, so, when hed fallen asleep in his husbands arms and still felt his touches inside his mind, which faintly remembered how good it was to have his husbands strong hands wrapped around him, and his warm lips caressing each inch of his pink skin, instead of the soft pecks on his forehead and cheeks whenever their children cast their eyes up to them, Kurt was so glad as his dream went on that it all started coming back to him, and the strokes and scratches became so hot, and the kisses so wet. But, when something prickly rubbed against his cheek, he was startled into opening his eyes, and he quickly squeezed them shut at the sudden, bright light that flashed across the room that hadnt been there in the dark oblivion of his dream.

Murmuring as something wet ran across his neck, Kurt dared squint through one eye, and he gasped at his husbands dark head, which was bowed over his throat. He seemed to be savoring every bite he took of Kurt, kissing up and down the damp trail hed left behind. The wetness made Kurts skin that much more sensitive, and wherever Blaines stubble scraped him, his skin turned as red as a cherry. But then Blaines flat, wet tongue retraced the line hed made, soothing the irritated skin. When Kurt and Blaine had first got together, hed once shied away from mornings like this-and they were quite often. Hed squirm to the other side of the bed and tuck himself under the blankets, drawing away from Blaines groping hands that tried to drag him back, blankets and all, to his kisses and touch. But Kurt had been with Blaine more than a few times now, and all he wanted to do was grab those dark curls and pull him up to him.

As soon as Blaine appeared from under his chin, Kurt moaned at the feverish expression on his face, his red lips parted and his tongue poking slightly out, and his nostrils flared, and his eyes so dilated that they were as black as charcoal. His hair stuck up in every direction, and his jaw was shadowed with thick stubble. Kurt loved his husband like this. When Blaine leaned down for a kiss, Kurt pressed his hand to his naked chest, feeling a tight nipple jabbing into his palm. Before his lips covered his, Kurt softly whispered, "You havent kissed me like this in a long time." His voice was throaty, and it sent chills shaking up and down Blaines spine. Blaine blew out heavily on Kurts face, a rush of warm air that made Kurts cheeks turn pink at the heat.

Blaine attacked Kurts lips, violent kisses that Kurt knew would bruise him and turn his pink lips blue. Sliding his hands to Blaines powerful back, Kurt felt his muscles straining every time he lowered or raised above Kurt. "I love you." Kurt heaved in between kisses that stole his breath away, and he closed his eyes as Blaines heart thundered much faster between them, the bangs in Blaines chest reverberating through Kurts. "Oh, Blaine!" He cried, feeling himself suck in and blow out as quickly as he could through his nose because Blaines tongue was wrapped around his, blocking many of his air passages. Itd been such a long time since theyd done this that he forgot how and when to breathe so he didnt pass out.

Flipping up his lids, Kurt stared into Blaines wild, black eyes, specks of gold flashing through the endless darkness. Finally, Blaine released his top lip, letting him gulp enough air to fill his lungs as he moved to his bottom lip, gently sucking it. Blaines hands lowered between them, and Kurt whimpered as he pushed his nightgown up, revealing his pale pink panties. He quickly tore them down his legs, and Kurt cried out at the warm hand that suddenly engulfed his silky cock. Squirming underneath Blaine, Kurt arched into his rubbing hand, feeling his pre-cum leaking from his tip. Blaine spread the moisture over Kurts shaft, and Kurt squealed at the heat that smothered his entire body, starting at his cock and spreading like a wildfire. "Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt sobbed, rubbing his thighs together as Blaine tightened his hand, lowering his other between his butt cheeks.

As Blaine gently circled his hole with the tip of his finger, Kurt spread his legs, letting him in. Blaine moved in between his small knees, shifting his legs and waist into the cradle hed made for him. Raising his hand again, Blaine spat on his fingers, then he lifted his cock and sac so he could press his soaked fingers to his hole. He quickly rubbed them up and down, and Kurt tried to quiet a scream when one of Blaines fingers slipped and pressed past the first ring of muscle. Once he thought that Kurt was wet enough, he lifted his hand and laid it next to Kurts head. With Blaines touch removed, Kurt could finally clear his head, and he focused on Blaines furrowed brows and pursed lips through slightly blurry eyes. Turning his head to the side, Kurt laid his cheek on the pillow and moved toward Blaines curled fingers, pecking his wedding ring. Feeling Blaines hips lower to his, Kurt released a soft whine, and then he could make no more sounds as Blaine gently penetrated him, pushing in slowly so he didnt hurt him. "Blaine..." Kurt tried through a weak voice, the word breaking before he could get it all out.

Blaine plunged deeper into Kurt, instantly hitting Kurts sweet spot, and Kurts mouth fell open in a silent cry. Smiling through gritted teeth at the look of absolute pleasure on Kurts face, Blaine lifted one trembling hand and stroked Kurts small jaw, "I love you, beautiful thing." He managed through a thick and shaky voice, and then neither of them said anything else as Blaine drew back out, then slid back in, massaging himself on Kurts tight heat. When he paused his movements because a pang of pleasure seized both of them, he whispered again, "I love you so much, Kurt." He leaned down for another kiss, this one much softer, and Kurt weakly smiled against his husbands mouth. "Ive missed you."

Kurt squeezed his husband tighter, trying to wrap his whole body in his arms. His eyes widened when Blaine slowly pressed back in, letting Kurt feel every nerve that buzzed at the brush of Blaines cock. A sigh slipped from Kurts throat when Blaine laid completely on top of him, letting every part of him touch Kurts body, both of them closer than theyd been in so long. With a few more nudges of Blaines cock, Kurt felt himself coming between them, his body quivering from head to toe. He released his hot come on Blaines thighs, painting his brown skin in white. "Blaine..." he peeped, and at the sound of his name on Kurts tongue as he reached the peak of his pleasure, Blaine grunted and shoved inside one last time, letting his come spray in Kurts hole. Some of the liquid leaked onto Kurts thighs, a sticky and wet feeling that made him wriggle in surprise.

When they both came down from their orgasms, Blaine bent over him and gently bit Kurts shoulder, making him giggle at the sharp teeth that scraped over him and made him shiver. Kurts laughter shook both of their bodies, and Blaine groaned at the way his cock slid inside of Kurt again, so he carefully pulled out of him. His heavy sac bumped Kurts bottom as he threw himself off of him, landing on his back. He let out a loud moan, and he reached up and scrubbed his face that was shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Kurt laughed again, and he rolled closer to his husband and ran his fingers through the forest of hair that sprouted from his chest. "That was a very nice birthday present." When Blaine pulled his hands away, Kurt lifted on his elbows and moved his lips to Blaines. "Thank you. I really have missed seeing you as my husband."

Blaine raised one hand to Kurts side, and he rubbed Kurts waist before he laid his hand on his round bottom, "Ive missed you, too." He said again, shaking his head. Letting his head fall back on the pillow, Blaine pulled Kurt down to him, and he gave him another lingering kiss, "Kurt, Ive thought about you a lot. Ever since we got back from our honeymoon... weve had to be parents to our children. But I have thought about you."

Kurt nodded his head, reaching down to Blaines neck and massaging all the way down to his shoulder, then back up, "Maybe Keegan could have days to just be Archers uncle, Blaine." Giving him a small smile, he said very quietly, "Do you think we need more time to ourselves, darling?"

Tilting his head to the side, Blaine agreed with a gruff murmur, "I love Archer with all my heart, sweetheart... and you do, too. But I love you, too... as my husband. I think I do want to spend more time with you... days that I can just treat you." He slowly sat up and leaned back against the headboard, pulling Kurt against his chest again. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but the sound of thumping feet from down the hallway distracted him, and he raised his gaze to the closed door. Suddenly, a noisy scream burst from a tiny mouth, and Blaine let out a quiet snort. "But todays going to be Archers day." When Archer let out a shriek for his daddy, Blaine slid off the bed and walked over to the dresser, where he grabbed a cloth and wiped himself off before he put on his clothes. "Daddy will be right there, Archer!" He called to his impatient son, who could be heard making the most animalistic sounds in his aggravation that Blaine wasnt coming to his beck and call.

As he waited for Blaine to come to him and clean him off, Kurt watched his husband roll his eyes when Archer banged on the door until Keegan could be heard muttering something quiet to him, and the baby was taken away. Laughing at his husbands shaking head, Kurt took no pity on him and chirped, "Everyone warned you that you would spoil him rotten! You simply wouldnt listen."

Blaine shook his head at him that time, and he returned to Kurts side, bending over him for a kiss, "And now Im reaping the consequences. When he couldnt move or talk, he was too cute to say no to." Chuckling, Blaine peeled the blankets back and went about washing Kurt off, "By pointing it out, you make me not want to spoil you silly if youre going to act that way!" At that, Kurt made a sour face and put his hands on his hips, and the two of them started to laugh again, but then stopped when they realized they needed to hurry up before Archer tore the house down.

When the two of them finally emerged from behind their door, dressed and refreshed, Kurt was instantly stopped by Archer, who had been waiting in Keegans arms to run over to him and thrust one of his stuffed animals up at him. "Père, this is your birthday present!"

Surprised but very pleased by Archers gift, Kurt knelt in front of him and took the toy from him, looking it over. It was a small cat, one that had been drooled on and chewed up, the most perfect present that Kurt could have gotten. "This is lovely, Archer! Thank you very much, my love." Holding his arms out for a hug, Kurt laughed as Archer tossed himself against his chest. He wasnt quite as light as he was when he was an infant, so Kurt almost fell backwards, but he managed to hang on to the baby who pressed himself into Kurts chest. Archer pulled back from him, and he gave his cat a sad look, which made Kurt frown when he realized that it was an emotional goodbye for both of them. He pressed the cat back into his hands. Archer quickly snatched him up. "Do you want to hold on to the kitty for me, Archer? I know hell be in good hands with you."

Relieved that the cat was back in his safe keeping, Archer pressed his cheek to the cats whiskers, snickering when they tickled him. As soon as Blaine helped Kurt back up, Archer took off with his cat and thundered down the stairs, making enough noise to put a horse race to shame. His parents smiled after the excited baby, and they followed him down the stairs, Blaine letting Kurt go first so he could wrap his arm around him. When they got downstairs, Kurt was taken aback by the pink streamers that dangled from the ceiling, and a white cake that had squiggles and scribbles and sprinkles all over it. He smiled at Archers name, which appeared in shaky lettering across the side of the cake. Beside of him, his husband mumbled, "Archer had a fit about making your cake. He wouldnt let me touch anything. He made it all by himself."

Kurt was quickly reminded of the babies first birthday, which Hunter had made the cake for, and he frowned as he leaned closer to Blaine. As soon as his parents arrived in the living room, Archer whipped away from the cake and presents, which hed been searching through, and Kurt quickly returned the smile to his face. At the bottom of the stairs, Blaine left Kurts side, and he tapped his sons bottom, "Sit down on the couch, sweetheart. Let your père see his presents and cake."

Archer hurried over to the couch and plopped on the edge of a cushion, but he couldnt keep himself from squirming. Blaine couldnt tell if he was excited to see the presents that his uncle and daddy had gotten for his père, or if he just wanted a piece of cake. To appease his wiggling son, Blaine decided to cut a small piece for him, and he gave it to him to keep him busy while the presents were sorted through. After Blaine told his son to take smaller bites when he saw that his cheeks had become bubbles, he sat down with Kurt, who watched with shining eyes as Keegan picked up a thin box and handed it to him. He pulled off the silver bow first and tossed it to his birds, who always demanded the scraps whenever paper was ripped apart or boxes were opened, then he peeled away the paper and pulled out a box that a locket rested in.

Kurt hesitantly smiled at the silver locket which looked very similar to the one he wore now, except with a H carved in the front, and he pulled it from the box and flipped it open. Inside was a picture of Hunter, just a day after his birth. His brown eyes stared up at the camera, and he had a very solemn look on his face. His tiny feet were raised as if he was just about to kick. Pressing his hand to his mouth, Kurt quieted a soft sound, and he laid the locket in his husbands lap while he wrapped Keegan up in a tight hug. "Thank you." He murmured to him, hearing his husband make the same weepy sound that he had. He turned back to Blaine and reached for the chain on his necklace, holding it out for Blaine to unlatch. Blaine took the hook from him, and he unlocked the necklace, then let the new locket slide next to the old one. The cool weight was a shock to Kurts warm skin, and he shivered.

"What is it, Père?" Archer said through a sticky mouth that was brown with icing, and after Blaine wiped his lips with a napkin, much to his distaste as he pulled away, he leaned closer to Kurt, who bent so he could get a good look at his locket. Kurt had to open it for him because his tiny, pudgy fingers couldnt get the lock to snap, and when he saw the picture inside, a huge smile pulled his lips so far apart that all of his teeth showed. "Its Hunner! He was just a baby!" Looking to Blaine, Archer slapped his hands to his chest, "Now hes big like me, isnt he, Daddy?"

Blaine gave his son a small smile, but didnt say anything else. Turning his attention back to his husband, he reached down for his own gift, which was only a small packet. Small beads pinged off of each other from within. At the odd sound, Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion, and he cocked his head. "What is it, Blaine?"

Giving the packet to Kurt, he pointed to the blue flowers with tiny, yellows suns springing out into a beautiful sky. "Forget Me Not." He said, and Kurt glanced up at his face, his blue eyes as big as those flowers. "For Hunter. I want to plant these in our garden... for our baby."

Kurts eyes became moist again, and he wrapped his arms around his husband, clinging to him for comfort, "Blaine... I-I love them. I truly do. Theyre perfect." Turning to his other child, who patted his leg as he curiously wondered what was happening-Archer hated to be left out of anything, Kurt ran his fingers through his curls, "Darling, would you help us plant a few seeds in the garden? One day theyll grow up to be beautiful flowers."

"Fun!" Archer squealed, hopping from the couch and abandoning his crumb filled plate. He started to grab for the packet, then realized he had chocolate left on his fingers, so after he licked the smears away, he finally snatched it from Kurt and scampered over to the door. Impatiently waiting on his parents and uncle, Archer grabbed for the handle and turned it, letting himself out into the warm air. Blaine held his husbands hand as they went after their skittering son, slowing his steps down as Kurt took time to appreciate each flower that had bloomed in the new summer. His husband enjoyed smelling each one, holding the delicate petals up to his nose and closing his eyes every time he sniffed a wonderful perfume.

When Archer got too far ahead to be seen, Blaine picked up the pace and turned a corner, finding his son debating a bare spot between their roses and the narcissus. He finally came to a decision and pointed at the area, crying to his parents, "This is a good spot!"

"It is, isnt it?" Kurt agreed, going over to his son and lowering to his knees beside of him. Blaine stood back for a moment and just watched, his eyes flicking back and forth between Kurt and Archer, who spoke for a moment about how special this particular flower was. When Archer let Kurt know that he understood with a quick nod, Blaine came forward and took the packet from Archer, who carefully eyed him as he pushed aside dirt.

Ripping open the packet, Blaine took his sons hands in his and held them out, "Do you want to put them in, baby? Cup your hands." When Archer made a tiny cup, Blaine poured the contents in, and Archer looked down at the fragile seeds in his palms as if he was holding gold. Grabbing his sons hips, he guided him over to the hole, "Open your hands, sweetheart. Be careful with them."

"Theyre really little, Daddy!" Archer lowered his nose into the cup of his hands, and he scrunched his face up, "One... two... three... Seven! There are seven, Daddy! Thats a lot of baby flowers! What if you had seven baby Archers? Thats a lot of Archers!" Bending over the hole, Archer dropped the seeds into the dirt, and he smiled as Blaine covered them back up with dirt. "Are they sleeping, Daddy? Babies sleep a lot, dont they? I slept a lot!"

"Theyre sleeping, baby." Pulling his son between his legs, Blaine propped him on his thigh, and he rocked him back and forth as a reminder of what he used to do to put him to sleep. "Say goodnight, okay?" When Archer frowned at the blanket of dirt that rested over them, Blaine smoothed his hair back and kissed his cheek, "Theyll be okay, sweetheart. The other flowers are looking out for them... like your père and I do for you. And, before you know it, theyll wake up and be all grown up. It happens so fast that you can barely blink." Sighing as he thought of how quickly the days had gone by from when Archer and Hunter were spitting up their baby food to crawling around the floor like it was a constant race to beat each other to their parents to the day they stood up and took their first, wobbly steps, he pressed his face into Archers hair and kissed him, "Can you tell them to have sweet dreams while they sleep?"

"Sweet dreams, baby flowers." Archer waved at all of them, then he turned to Blaine and held his arms up, asking to be picked up. Boosting his son against his chest, Blaine got to his feet and returned to Kurt, who had gone to Keegans side. He still looked misty eyed, so Blaine gave him a kiss in an attempt to make him feel better. He was relieved to see a quivering smile curve Kurts pink mouth.

As Blaine carried his baby back to the house, he turned his head and saw him staring over his shoulder, making sure all of the flowers were still safe and covered by their warm blanket, snoozing. "Do you want to name them, baby?"

At the idea of giving the new babies in the household names, Archer held his hands up as he proudly let out, "All of them are Archer Junior!"

Chuckling at the name, which Archer thought was the best name ever, Blaine nodded his head and said, "I think thats a good name for them." When they got to the doorway, Blaine let his son down, and he patted his bottom again, "Go inside, my crazy boy, and talk your uncle into getting you another piece of cake!" At the offer of cake, Archer zipped into the house, his screams for cake echoing through every room. Before Keegan went in after him, Blaine grabbed his shoulder and stopped him, and he said, "A very small piece of cake. Sugar doesnt need to be any more hyper."

Keegan grinned at that, and after he walked into the house, he yelled to Archer, "Come over here, Sugar!" Blaine looked in after them and watched Keegan snatch up Archer, who was circling his legs, and flip him upside down as he carried him back into the living room. Blaine smiled at the sound of Archers laughter, and then he twisted back around to his husband, who was looking out to their garden.

"What are you thinking about?" He muttered, laying his hand on Kurts shoulder and rubbing. Kurts hand reached up for his, and he closed his fingers around Blaines.

Taking a step back, Kurt pressed himself into Blaine, who wound his arms around his waist and rested his chin on top of his head. "Are things changing, Blaine?" He said very softly, and Blaine lowered his brows, glimpsing down at the top of his dark blond head.

"Yes." He whispered in his tiny ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe. "But just like you always have, you have courage to take things by storm."

Kurt turned around in Blaines arms, and he looped his arms around his neck, "Do you, darling?"

Raising a brow at Kurt, Blaine thought over every expression hed ever seen on that small, but perfect, face. Hed climbed a tall tower to find Kurt, and theyd fought off a dragon together, and when hed faced death, hed had the courage to raise his head and be the brave knight he was supposed to be for his prince. "I think so." Blaine mumbled to him, and even though it wasnt the confident answer that knights were supposed to give, going headfirst into every problem and facing it without a flinch, Kurt still smiled at him as if it was exactly the answer that he wanted. Blaine could still get burned by the fire breathing dragon, but at least he wouldnt run from it anymore, not when his prince and his son were still in harms way. Not when hed already killed someone who was Blaines heart. And now he wanted it back.

Holding Kurt close to him, Blaine and his heart accepted Kurts kiss. It was a very sweet kiss that ended too soon when Archer came roaring out of the house, knocking into his parents legs to let them know that he was there. They looked down and grinned at the crazy baby, both of them realizing that their attempts for alone time would probably fail more often than not. But, as Blaine swung the baby up and held him above his head, making him scream and hoot with something between enjoyment and terror, they realized that they were happiest like that. But they still privately hoped that Archers parenting of the baby flowers would occupy most of his time.