Blaine lifted his heavy lashes to the loveliest of sounds, a sweet whisper in his ear, a pair of the softest lips brushing against his lobe. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with two fists, he turned his head to where the quiet melody was coming from, and he cracked open one eye. The prettiest eyes gazed back at him, round eyes that shined with happiness. Kurts lips parted with another beautiful noise, making Blaine quiver to touch his mouth and feel those pink lips vibrate.

"Good morning, my Blaine." Kurt wiggled a little closer to him, a tiny hand cupping his dark cheek and stroking his hard jaw. A gorgeous smile curved his lips and he covered his mouth with his fingertips, "Do you like when I sing to you? You said my name and wrapped your arms around me when I put my lips against your ear."

Blaines skin turned a deep red as he wondered what else he did while he slept. Kurt seemed to understand because he quickly shook his head, his little mouth falling open, "Oh, no! Please, dont be embarrassed. I think its sweet." Curling up against Blaines shoulder, Kurt wriggled deeper under the blankets, one hand holding onto Blaines shirt. "My daddy is making breakfast for us before he goes to work. Your belly isnt rumbling too much, is it?"

Shaking his head, Blaine rested his chin on top of Kurts blond hair, the silky locks tickling his neck. He swallowed a few times, his mouth dry from sleep. For a few seconds, he remained in silence, just wanting to touch Kurt. He was so soft, from his round cheeks to his full thighs, and he wondered if the skin covered by his wrinkled nightgown felt the same. He ran light fingertips over Kurts small shoulder, down to his collarbone, over his chest and to a smooth stomach. He brushed over a tiny belly button in his exploring, making Kurt squeak and squirm.

Suddenly curious, he touched the little dip again, pressing a fingertip into the spot. A high pitched giggle parted Kurts lips, and he reached down for Blaines hands. His little hands couldnt wrap around Blaines much larger fingers. "Oh, Blaine! Im very ticklish there."

Blaine was oddly fascinated by the thought that stroking Kurts belly could make him melt in his arms. Keeping a hand pressed to his belly button, Blaine turned his head and looked at Kurts pink face, glowing with humor as he wondered when Blaine would tickle him again. Blaine wanted to make him squeal again, but he also wanted to keep exploring, determine which spots made Kurt weak at the knees. Raising a brow, Blaine muttered lowly, "You like when I touch you."

Tilting his chin, Kurt grinned up at Blaine, his small teeth showing between two pink lips, "Your hands are very warm and gentle." He touched Blaines chin with his fingertips, feeling his strong jaw and his hollow cheeks, "Do you like when I touch you?"

Blaine didnt say anything, just letting Kurt stroke his skin. His fingertips brushed his lashes, making him close his eyes. His oval nails scraped his eyebrows, then up to his forehead. He tangled his fingers in his heavy curls that hung over his forehead, and he breathlessly giggled, "Your hair is so soft. Its tickling my palms."

Reaching up to his limp curls, Blaine felt Kurts hand bump his as he kept smoothing and playing in the locks, and he pushed his hair back. It fell into his face again, making him groan with annoyance. "My hair is too heavy."

"I dont think so at all." Kurt said softly, and Blaine opened his eyes to see him so close, his tiny chin next to his nose. "Your hair is so beautiful... I love how curly it is." Letting a few curls wrap around his fingers, he brushed them into place so he could see Blaines forehead, "There... now its smooth." He nipped his bottom lip as he gazed at Blaine, his eyes very gentle. "Youre so handsome."

Blaine had never been told that he was good looking by anyone, and he thought he was very plain, so he didnt see what Kurt saw in him. But Kurt looked absolutely enthralled with him, his blue eyes shimmering with affection. Laying down on Blaines chest, Kurt asked very softly, "Can you read to me?" When Blaine reached for the book, he smiled and tucked his head under Blaines chin. "Im sorry I fell asleep last night. I was just so sleepy... and your arms were so tight around me. How did I end up in bed?"

"You dont have to be sorry, Kurt. You didnt do anything wrong... you were tired." Opening their book to the page he had stopped at, he muttered after a moment of hesitation, "I, uh... carried you."

Kurts little jaw swung open as if he was sincerely surprised, "You did?" He put a finger on his chin and took a moment to say anything else, then he turned his head and kissed the soft spot under Blaines jaw. "Thank you for taking care of me. I would have been very cold on the couch if I had stayed there during the night."

Blaine shook his head, "Its no problem. I liked holding you while I brought you downstairs." Draping an arm across Kurts chest, he glanced down at the new chapter and muttered, "Juliet happened upon Romeo by mistake, running into him when they really ran different paths. They werent sure what they thought of each other, their strong personalities clashing more than they got along, and they certainly didnt like each other. They didnt know what kept pulling them back to each other, but they couldnt get enough of each others gazes."

He turned the page and got to the end of the chapter, hearing Kurt gasp because this wasnt like any other love story hed read before. Blaine didnt mind the story, but he preferred a classic romance much better, one with a gentleman who helped his lady out of her carriage, and roses decorating the grounds where the wedding would be held.

Kurt put his fingertips on his lips, his eyes wide with alarm, "Oh, they dont like each other?" He shook his head, obviously concerned that they wouldnt fall in love with each other before the end of the story. "But as children they were the greatest of friends!" Clearly upset with their distaste of each other, Kurt whispered, "How could you ever hate the one you love? Its love at first sight... one of the most romantic things in a love story." He looked at Blaine and said very softly, "I loved you from the first moment I saw you. Did you love me?"

Blaine slowly dropped his chin, "I did... of course." Brushing his fingers through Kurts hair, he said lowly, "Some people... just arent as romantic as you. They dont need kisses and hugs and flowers... they want challenged." Kurt looked confused by that, so Blaine tried to get out what he meant, "People... who arent like you... need someone who can be their best friend... someone who can let them be independent."

"But didnt you say that Im your best friend?"

"I did," Blaine quickly appeased him from his worry, "and you are, Kurt. Its just... different... because..." he was running out of ways to explain, so he tried to make it simpler, "we need each other. And not everyone... needs someone. They can rely on themselves... but youre not like that, and neither am I."

"Oh." Kurt seemed to finally understand, but he still didnt look happy. "But if youre not so romantic, how will they ever know that youre very in love with them?"

Blaine thought about his parents, who, although had a very broken marriage, were still fond of each other. He rarely saw them kiss or embrace, but they laughed at each others jokes and sometimes even nudged each other. He shrugged, not sure how to put that into words, "Just by looking at them... being by their side. Maybe telling them a joke at breakfast."

Kurts eyes lit up, "My daddy and maman do those things! Sometimes theyll share kisses, too!" He returned his attention to their book, his lips tugging down with a little bit of uncertainty, "I feel a little better now that I know theyll be happy together. Will it be soon... that they fall in love? Please, I must know."

Blaine had never actually read the book before, so he didnt know himself, but he knew it would happen, with romance or not. Slipping two fingers under Kurts chin, Blaine stroked him to soothe him, "Youre so anxious. Just know... that when it does happen, itll finally be romantic, and youll be happy that it did happen." Kissing Kurts forehead, he saw an unsure smile curve his lips at Blaines comforting words, his hesitant hope that Romeo and his Juliet would live just as happily ever after as the Beast and his Beauty did.

Blaine walked into the kitchen with his shoulders dropped and his hand at his neck, rubbing tension out of it. He went over to the cabinets and opened one that hovered above the stove, and he picked out a box of sweetened oatmeal that he could make for the babies birthday breakfast. Setting it down, he closed that cabinet and started to move on to the next when he heard little feet patting against the floor.

Turning his head, Blaine saw Hunter standing in the doorway, his tiny fists rubbing two puffy eyes. His mouth opened with a quiet yawn, and he lowered his hands again. When he looked up at Blaine, he blinked as if confused, then he held his arms up. A corner of Blaines mouth twisted, and he left his spot at the stove to go over to Hunter. Scooping him up, Blaine rested him on his shoulder, feeling his wet mouth against his neck. "Come here, baby." He muttered lowly, patting his bottom. "Did you just wake up?"

Hunter yawned again, nuzzling under Blaines chin. He didnt say anything, but he wrapped an arm around Blaines neck. Carrying him over to the stove, Blaine kept looking through the boxes and bags, finding a few things that he could feed them for lunch. He felt Hunter turn his head, his eyes opening a little wider, and he said quietly, "Wheres Archer?"

Blaine put a hand on the back of Hunters head for more support, "He went shopping with your père and uncle to get decorations for your birthday party. Your grandma and grandpa went to work before you even woke up, so its just us, Hunt."

Finally lifting his head as he stretched his little muscles, Hunter glanced up at what he was doing, "When will they be back?"

"I dont know." Tightening his arm around Hunter, he turned away from the cabinets and started on the pantry, "Maybe an hour or two. Itll be hard for your Uncle Keegan to get your père away from the mall." He had to briefly smile at the thought of Kurt bouncing around the stores excitedly, as he always did when he went shopping.

Hunter was quiet for a few more minutes, watching as Blaine grabbed a few more things for lunch, and maybe dinner. "What are you doing?"

Blaine found a few cake mixes near the back of the pantry, and he pulled one of them out, "Im looking for food for your party." Showing Hunter the box of cake mix, he muttered, "Do you want me to make this for your birthday cake? It has fruit in it... I know you like mango."

Hunter scrunched his nose at the box, sticking his tongue out. Blaine couldnt help but smirk at his screwed up expression, "Okay, tell me which one you want." Putting Hunter closer to the pantry, he let him look through the mixes, and he lifted him back up when he chose one. "You want the vanilla cake? Pick out which icing you want and you can help Daddy make it."

After Hunter wrapped his little fingers around a can of chocolate icing, Blaine brought him back over to the counter and set him down. "Honey, can you reach up in that cabinet and get Daddy a bowl?"

Hunter did as he was told, pulling out a red bowl that he gave to Blaine. Blaine let him pour the cake mix into the bowl, then left his side so he could get the measuring cups and oils. When he turned around, he found Hunter poking his finger around in the bowl. He licked the dusty powder off of it and made another face, batting at his mouth with his hands. Laughing at him, Blaine handed him a measuring cup, "It doesnt taste good yet, Hunt. We have to bake it first."

Frowning at the bowl, Hunter shook the rest of the powder off his finger. He reached for everything else that Blaine was holding, wanting to make the cake on his own. Blaine easily gave in, just holding onto his tiny hands as he poured things on the mix to make sure that he didnt spill anything.

Getting a spoon out of a drawer, he handed it to Hunter, who stuck it in the messy powder and stirred. He stayed mainly in one spot, leaving everything else as dusty goo. Blaine smiled at his efforts, "Youre so good at making cakes, sweetheart."

Hunter stuck his tongue out in concentration as he stirred for a few more minutes, tearing his eyes away only when he got distracted by a chirp. He grinned at Pavarotti and Everett, the two, little birds waddling into the room in search of their breakfast. "Hi, Pavarotti and Everett!" Their names were a little too big for him to say, and hed somehow managed to put a b in both of them, which made Blaine smile again.

"Honey, why dont you go feed them and Ill put the cake in the oven?" He picked Hunter up and carried him over to the birds, who blinked at the excited baby and tweeted. "You know where their food and bowls are... just two scoops, okay?"

Hunter clapped his hands and chased after the birds, who tried desperately to flutter away from the stumbling baby. After Hunter was out of the room, Blaine finished stirring the goo and poured it into a pan. He stuck it into the oven and washed up, wiping off the counters and putting the messy bowls and measuring cups in the sink.

Leaving the kitchen once he was done and cleaned up, he stopped in the living room and turned on the TV, flipping the channel to a cartoon dog that was attempting to say the alphabet. He threw himself down on one of the couches and glimpsed at the stairs, hearing Hunters thudding feet somewhere above him. "Honey, why dont you bring the birds down here?"

After a moment of more noisy footsteps, Hunter appeared at the top of the stairs, a wide smile on his face. Pavarotti and Everett were circling his legs, wiggling and twittering up at him. He wobbled down the stairs, careful to take his time so he didnt fall. He was still in his pajamas, and his pants seemed to be a little too long for him, getting caught under his heels. They were rumpled and covered in the cake mix, but he didnt seem to care.

Hunter stopped in front of the couch and stared at the TV for a few seconds, then he turned back around and climbed onto Blaines chest. He leaned down for a kiss, which Blaine quickly gave to him. "Look at you... youre a mess. Your père would have a fit if he saw you." He tried to bat off some of the dust, but he gave up when he just kept finding more of it in creases and wrinkles.

Flopping down on Blaines lap, Hunter laid his cheek on Blaines stomach, his eyes on the TV as the dog kept repeating the letters of the alphabet. Blaine put one hand on Hunters head, gently stroking his dark hair. He was silent for the rest of the show, oddly fascinated by the talking dog, until a commercial came on. Slightly lifting his head, he asked lowly, "Daddy, whats a birthday?"

Blaine looked at Hunter, still smoothing his hair off his forehead. His skin was even darker than Blaines, the color of caramel candies. Blaine thought he had gorgeous skin. "A birthday is the day you were born, honey." Letting a lock of hair that kept falling across Hunters forehead wrap around his finger, he pushed it back with the rest of his hair, "Youre turning one tomorrow. Archer is, too. And your family is going to celebrate it... because well always treasure the day you and Archer were born."

Hunter cocked his head, that stray hair dropping to his face again, "Do you think Im special?"

Hesitantly smiling at Hunter, Blaine slowly sat up so he could wrap his arms tighter around him, "Of course I do, Hunt. Youre my baby... you mean everything to me." He kissed Hunters hollow cheek a few times, "I love you very much... all of us do. Dont ever think that we dont."

His reply seemed to satisfy Hunter because he settled back down, curling into a tiny ball in Blaines arms. After a few more minutes of watching another cartoon-Blaine wasnt sure what it was about because he wasnt paying attention-Hunters mouth moved against his collarbone, "I love you, too, Daddy."

Blaine held Hunter closer, his eyes lowering to the top of his dark head. He remembered when Hunter was only an infant, so tiny and breakable, but with that spiky hair on top of his little head, and that playful smirk whenever someone held out his teddy bear. Hed held Kurt and Archer before, loved feeling their small bodies against him, but this was a completely new feeling of adoration. He didnt understand how Santana could want to throw something so precious in Karofskys way, and then he decided that she just didnt know him the way Blaine did.

They spent a long time like that, holding onto each other, but not long enough to Blaine. Hed never been this close to Hunter before, and he loved being with his baby. Hunter stared blankly at the TV, watching his silly cartoons, while Blaine gazed at him, counting each hair on his head. He caught every movement he made, every time his lip curled or his nose twitched. He watched his lashes lower with each blink, those golden lashes against his brown eyes.

Startled when he heard a car pull into the driveway, Blaine jerked out of his sleepy daze, his fingers that had been idly combing Hunters hair tugging out of the dark locks. Hunter also lifted, his mouth falling open as he tried to figure out who was coming in. A small smile tugged at his lips when Keegan pushed the door open, Archer in one of his arms and a few bags in the other. Kurt followed after them, his bright eyes instantly finding Hunter.

"Oh, my sweet!" He scurried across the floor and stopped by the edge of the couch, bending over Hunter and kissing his cheeks. "I missed you so much! We bought plenty of pretty decorations for your party. We think youll like them."

Hunter slid off of Blaines chest, hurrying over to Archer to greet him. Picking him up, Keegan tossed Hunter over his shoulder, making him squeal with happiness. Blaine returned his attention to Kurt, who was watching Keegan play with their children with glowing eyes, and he pulled him closer by his hips.

Sitting down on Blaines lap, Kurt looped his arms around his neck, still smiling with giddiness, "Im so happy to be with you again." He sniffed in the direction of the kitchen, and he touched his belly, "What smells so yummy?"

"Hunter made their birthday cake." Blaine told him, wrapping a loose arm around his waist. At Kurts surprised but pleased expression, Blaine turned his head to where Hunter and Archer were, both of them plopped on the floor and going through all of the streamers that Archer bought. "I barely helped him. He wanted to do all of it on his own."

"Thats so good." Kurt patted his fingertips together, "Im so happy the two of you got to be together today. Archer was a little darling for me. He held my hand in every store and was very helpful with picking out the decorations. He was a little shy around others, but thats okay. And he picked out the sweetest gift for Hunter."

When Archer suddenly scampered over to them and held up his hands, Kurt giggled at him, "Come here, my love. You have tangles in your pretty hair." Helping him up, he ran his fingers through Archers hair and murmured to him about their day, asking him what his favorite store was and if he liked the mall.

Putting a hand on Archers little foot and tickling the bottom of it, Blaine turned his eyes to Hunter, who was sitting in front of the TV with Keegan. Keegan was stretched out on his back with Hunter on his chest. His dark eyes moved from the cartoon to Keegan, who he grinned at, then over to Archer. He stared at Archer, who was mindlessly babbling to Kurt as his hair was gently smoothed. He looked slightly confused by Archers chattering, but still very humored.

Suddenly standing from Keegans chest, Hunter tottered over to Archer, his clumsy feet moving very slowly. He touched Archers hair and leaned closer when he turned his head, surprising him with a quick peck to his cheek. Archer seemed happy with the kiss, throwing his arms around Hunter.