Blaine stalked up to Kurts house with his hands shoved in his pockets, his fingertips blue from the chilly air biting through his heavy jacket. Stopping by the door, he lifted his hand to knock, but dropped it again when he heard the loveliest sound. He pressed his cheek to the door and listened to what sounded like a bell ringing, so high pitched that it couldnt have been real.

He made out a few words, something about a kiss from a prince, and he realized that Kurt was singing. Hed never heard him sing before, but it was so beautiful. Closing his eyes, Blaine tried to imagine the shapes of Kurts mouth as the notes danced off his tongue. He reached for the door handle and twisted it just a little, cracking open the door enough for him to see a sliver of the living room.

Kurt was sitting on the couch, his legs curled underneath him, and his hands were at his hair. He untied a little bow in the blond locks, setting the ribbon aside. His mouth was perfectly round as he hummed, the pretty noises falling from his small tongue almost effortlessly.

Blaine took a step to the left to get a better view of his little body, wrapped up in a pink nightgown the color of his blushing cheeks, and he winced when a stick cracked under his foot. Startled, Kurt looked up, his eyes very round. "Oh!"

Pushing the door so Kurt could see him, Blaine stumbled backwards, feeling so embarrassed that he wanted to run away. "I... Im sorry-"

He was shocked when he heard Kurts patting feet on the carpet, and then a small body was in his arms. Holding onto Kurt as he hugged him, Blaine muttered, "I-I thought your voice was beautiful... I wanted to see you sing. I didnt mean to frighten you."

"Im fine." Kurt tried to soothe him, rubbing his cheek against Blaines neck. "Im so happy to see you!" Laying his palm in Blaines hand, Kurt tugged him deeper into the house. "You really thought it was beautiful?"

Blaine nodded, trying not to look at Kurt because his cheeks were still as red as apples.

"Thats so sweet of you." Kurt hurried away from him and went over to the kitchen, so Blaine followed on his heels. "My daddy says I have the voice of my maman. I love when she sings to me."

Leaning against the wall as Kurt looked through the cabinets, Blaine sniffed what was coming from the stove and his mouth watered. His stomach noisily growled, which made him even redder in his cheeks and neck. He wondered how many times he could look like a fool in front of Kurt.

Kurt pulled out a few bowls, "Ill just be a minute getting dinner ready. I made soup, and for dessert a chocolate soufflé with strawberry sauce. I hope you like it. Ive only made a few soufflés and my maman always helped me."

Blaine knew he would like the food if Kurt made it. Putting a hand over his rumbling stomach to quiet it, he looked around and noticed that the house was silent besides Kurt stirring the soup. "Why are you alone?"

"Oh," Kurt sprinkled a spice into the soup, "my daddy left just a few minutes ago to watch a football game next door. He usually doesnt leave me by myself but I told him you were coming over. He trusts you to take care of me." He dipped a spoon into the bowl, "Would you like to taste it?"

Blaine stepped toward Kurt and licked the spoon, swallowing very thickly, "Really good."

Smiling, Kurt turned away again and began filling two smaller bowls with the thick liquid. "Its a French recipe. It uses the seeds of a flower only found in France. My maman told me that if I eat enough of it, Ill be as pretty as a flower one day."

Quirking half a smile at Kurt as he carried the bowls into the living room, Blaine kept on his heels, getting a whiff of a sweet perfume. Kurt sat down in front of the TV, an almost silent movie-Blaine thought it was Cinderella-playing. Dropping beside of him, Blaine leaned slightly closer, feeling his warmth as their shoulders and thighs brushed.

Handing him a bowl, Kurt shyly smiled at him and his cheeks brightened, "You seem very different tonight. Youre much closer to me than youve ever been."

Blaine shook his head, shocked that he wasnt scrambling for words. He felt a little nervous, but all of that went away when Kurt batted his lashes. Cupping Kurts pink cheek and stroking it with his thumb, he said softly, "Its just... youre so pretty." He moved closer to him and nuzzled him with the tip of his nose, hearing him purr under his affections. "You fascinate me more and more every time I see you."

Kurt hummed his approval, smiling against Blaines heavy curls. He stroked them with his fingers, "Oh, Blaine... you take my breath away when you say things like that." Scooting into Blaines lap, Kurt happily stayed in his arms, melted against his chest. His toes curled when Blaine touched the small of his back, rubbing gentle circles, painting hot fire with his fingertips. Kurt had never known such feelings before.

The only thing that awoke him from his sleepy daze was his stomach rumbling, and he remembered the forgotten soup. Blaine looked down at him, concern in his eyes. "Youre hungry." He knew he had to move Kurt from his lap or else the soup would never get eaten-as good as it was-but it was torture to lift Kurt and put him down by his knee.

Kurt turned away and reached for the cooling bowls, finishing his soup after a few sips from his spoon. Lifting onto his toes-Blaine noticed that he was a little more wobbly than before-Kurt touched Blaines shoulder as he walked by him, a thrilling touch that made Blaines skin so hot. "Ill read to you after we go to bed. But let me get the desserts first."

Blaine put his mouth on his spoon, drinking another bite. He felt so lightheaded, and the soup helped to stir him. Relieved when Kurt returned a minute later, he reached for the chocolate cake that Kurt held out for him. Red sauce dripped off the edges, and strawberries were gathered around the chocolate.

Taking a bite, Blaine made a low sound of pleasure, the cake so rich and moist on his tongue. When he opened his eyes, he found Kurt looking at him, his eyes wide, "Do you like it?" He said softly, obviously very worried.

"Kurt, you are the best cook." Blaine was glad theyd turned the subject from his obsessions with Kurt. He didnt want Kurt to know that his heart throbbed whenever he batted those blond lashes or that he was addicted to his sweet scent. Hed told Blaine he loved him, but he knew it wasnt the same because Kurt wanted a prince charming... and Blaine wasnt.

Smiling behind his fingers, Kurt nibbled on a piece of sweet chocolate, "Thats very kind of you to say."

They finished their desserts in silence, Blaine staring at Kurt from under his dark lashes and Kurt hiding behind his plate so Blaine couldnt see the brightest blush in his cheeks. After they were done and they put their plates away, Kurt padded over to Blaines bag and patted his fingertips together. "Did you bring a new book for us to read?"

Bending over his bag, Blaine took out a thicker book and handed it to Kurt, who ran his fingertips over the front. "Romeo and Juliet." He said, getting back up.

"Oh!" Kurt hugged the book to his chest, "Yes, I know this story! Its so romantic. Ill be happy to read this one to you."

Blaine grabbed their other book and carried it over to the stairs, following Kurt down the steps. He kept a hand on his back as they approached the bed. Kurt burrowed under the blankets first, and Blaine slid in beside of him, taking him into his arms. It was comfortable, but still very exciting being so close to Kurt, and something Blaine could have gotten used to every night.

He gave their book to Kurt, who snuggled into his chest and turned to the last chapter. The page showed a picture of Beast collapsed on the ground, blood trickling out of a wound in his chest. "Beauty came just in time to rescue the Beast." He said softly, his eyes glowing as he traced the words with his fingertips. "He was revived by her kiss, and he told her he loved her, but he knew she could never love him."

Kurt frowned at that, displeased that the Beast had no idea how much he meant to Beauty. "But she did love him... very much. And it was her love that changed him back into a man. He was slowly made better by a beautiful thing... and they lived happily ever after."

Closing the book, Kurt sighed heavily and wiggled deeper into their bundle of blankets. Blaine stared at the book, his fingers idly stroking Kurts hair. "Did you like it?" Kurt whispered, his voice like silk, sleepy and quiet. "I think its a lovely story."

"Beautiful thing." Blaine repeated, looking down at Kurt and swallowing thickly when he saw him batting his lashes at him. His eyes were so blue... too beautiful. "Youre a beautiful thing. Beauty was Beasts beautiful thing... you could be mine."

"I could?" Kurt shyly giggled, turning his chin to hide his blushing face. Blaine slid his fingers underneath Kurts chin and tilted his head so he could meet his sparkling eyes. "Oh, Blaine... do you think we could ever love each other the way Beauty and her Beast do? Ive never felt this way before."

"I could love you that way." Blaines answer obviously bothered Kurt because the smile on his lips fell. He squeezed Blaines arms. "But I dont know if youll love me like that. You say you want a prince... but Im not."

"You could be my prince." Kurt moved a little so he could press his lips to Blaines cheek. "Youre very charming... you make me smile and giggle. And you know what happens after the princess finds her prince? Theres a pretty wedding before the end of the movie. You could marry me... if you asked me like a gentleman."

Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt, who looked both hopeful and content in Blaines arms. His eyes glittered under the dull lamp, shining like sapphires. "Id like to marry you." He muttered lowly, and Kurt sweetly smiled, tucking his head under Blaines chin and purring. "Would you like to marry me?"

"Very much." Kurt peeped, kissing Blaines jaw. "But were too young now... my daddy and maman wouldnt approve of it yet. But one day they would... theyd think youd make a wonderful husband for me." Suddenly dropping his shoulders in a pout, he said sadly, "That day wont come soon enough."

"Dont be too upset." Blaine pleaded, pecking Kurts forehead with his lips. "It will come... and Ill marry you. For now Im happy being your..." He hesitated to finish his sentence, not sure what to call the two of them.

"Your true love." Kurt whispered and looked up again, his eyes still glowing so bright. "Could you give me a goodnight kiss before I fall asleep?"

Turning his head, Blaine kissed Kurts pink mouth, his lips so warm and soft. Blaine never wanted to lift his head. Kurt sleepily batted his lashes and curled up on Blaines chest, "Ill read Romeo and Juliet to you in the morning... after we have breakfast. I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, too." Blaine said against his tiny ear, listening to him hum as he fell asleep. Again, Blaine got very little sleep with Kurt wrapped around him.

Blaine rolled over as he stretched his limp muscles, making a low noise when he almost fell off the edge of the bed. Feeling something pressed to his back, he slowly turned over and cracked his lids, blinded by the bright light shining through the window. Archer was squished to his back, his wet cheek on his shoulder blade as he slobbered and drooled.

Carefully turning over in what little room he had, he lifted his head and couldnt help but smirk at the rest of his family, Kurt curled up on the other end of the bed with his arm draped over Hunter, who was burrowed into his chest. The bed was too small for the four of them to be side by side, and if Blaine moved only an inch, he would end up on the floor.

He swung his legs off the bed and lifted his arms above his head, quietly yawning. He was still cramped from all of that traveling, but he knew a warm breakfast and a cup of coffee would ease his sore muscles. Turning back around, he bent over Archer and scooped his snoozing baby up, hearing him squeak as he stirred. "Shh..." he cradled him against his chest, pressing kisses to his damp cheeks and chin. "Let me make you breakfast and get you a bath."

Pinning Archer to his shoulder, he reached down for Hunter, sliding him away from Kurts chest. He also grunted in disapproval, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his fists at Blaine. "I know youre tired, but your daddy has a lot to do today." He gave Hunter a kiss, but that didnt soothe his small frown.

He walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled the blankets up to Kurts rising and dropping shoulders, then leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. Kurts lips curved at the warmth and he searched for Blaine, his arms wrapping around a pillow and hugging it. "I love you." Blaine whispered against his cheek, pressing one more kiss to his pale skin before he stood upright again.

He went into their bathroom and shut the door behind himself so he wasnt too noisy for Kurt. Putting the babies on the counter, he turned a faucet on the tub and filled the bath with warm water. He returned to his babies and unbuttoned them from their pajamas, letting Archer play with a few of his buttons because he wanted to help. After he slid them out of their nightclothes, he scooped both of them up and carried them over to the bath.

He set both of them in the water and soaped their hair, gently rinsing it from their dark hair. Archer played in the bubbles that ran down his pale body, splashing Hunter with the soapy water. Once he was done washing them, he picked both of them up and dried them, their hair still dripping after he rubbed a towel over it a few times.

He pulled their clothes over their heads and kissed both of them again, "Both of you can go downstairs and play while I make breakfast, but be quiet. You dont want to wake your père."

Taking Hunters hand, Archer scurried away from Blaine, pulling his closest friend behind him. Blaine got up and drained the bath, staying in there to change his clothes. He yanked on a dark shirt and jeans, then scrubbed his teeth and spat into the sink.

Once he was done getting ready, he left the bathroom almost silently. Kurt was still sleeping on the pillows, his plump lips parted and his lashes fluttering as he dreamed. Smiling at his husband, he snuck out of the room and went downstairs. He could hear voices in the kitchen, which made it clear that he wasnt the first one awake.

His babies were chasing each other in the living room, happily pouncing on each other and giggling every time one caught the other. Glancing toward the kitchen where he heard Carole and Burt talking, he turned his head back to his babies and was startled to see another figure in the room.

Keegan was stretched out on the couch, dressed in a light blue shirt and jeans. He had a glass of orange juice in one hand. His eyes were on the TV, which was showing what looked like a football game. He didnt seem to have noticed Blaine, which gave him the chance to figure out that blank expression. Blaine noticed, for the first time, how distant Keegans eyes were, the turquoise dull. He was staring at the TV, but he didnt seem to be watching it. His lip was caught between his teeth, white from being chewed for too long.

Blaine knew too much about him, and he knew what he was really looking at. It bothered him that Keegan still seemed too wounded, so distracted, once he actually got a good look at him, but then he figured that he would probably look the same after seven years of not having Kurt.

Keegan suddenly moved, his eyes flicking to the floor, and a small smile tugged at his pink lips. Blaine wondered why, and he followed his gaze to Archer, who was holding out one of his toys for him. Taking it from Archer, Keegan grinned at him, murmuring something so soft that Blaine couldnt hear. Archer hopped a little and reached up for Keegan, who slid an arm under his bottom and lifted him onto his chest. Hunter was quickly at the edge of the couch, wanting to be near Archer.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine turned away and headed for the kitchen. He knew that Keegan would take good care of his babies. He pushed through the door and found Carole at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled very good. Burt was sitting at the kitchen table, his nose buried in the newspaper.

Carole looked over her shoulder at the noise he must have made and smiled at him, leaving her spot to approach him. She smoothed a wrinkle in his shirt and kissed his eyebrow, "Well, look who it is. Arent you so handsome? You got a little tan in France. I know how much you like to cook but I decided to make breakfast for the family. A little treat after you had such a long trip. Im making oatmeal... it seems to be those kids favorite."

"Thanks, Carole." Blaine was a little relieved to have a break and relax, and he pulled a chair out at the table. "It smells great."

"Mm hm." She returned to the stove and kept stirring. "I added a little extra cinnamon. But, honey, tell us how the trip was. Did you like it in France?"

"It was beautiful there." Blaine said sincerely, getting back up to make himself a cup of coffee. "Kurt took me around the town where he grew up... it really meant a lot. We saw the Eiffel Tower the day before we left."

"Did he?" Carole seemed touched by that, "That Kurt is such a sweetie. His past and family mean so much to him. Laurice promised us that shed take the entire family to France one day. Ill look forward to that."

Burt finally put the newspaper down, "So, now that youre back, what are you planning on doing? You seemed pretty lost up until your wedding."

"I know what I want." Blaine quietly replied, leaning over the counter as the dark liquid dripped into a mug. "Im taking Kurt to California. Its where my job is. He said hell be happy there... and if he ever wants to go back on Broadway, Ill go with him to France. The Warblers wont mind. Theyve told me that."

"Good for you." That was all Burt said on the matter, but Blaine knew that his certainty in his future meant so much more to him.

"But youre staying in Ohio for the babies first birthday." Carole told him, waving her spoon at him as if to threaten him. "You wont take those babies from their grandma on their birthday."

Grinning at Carole, Blaine pulled the mug off the coffee maker and poured it into a cup. "Ill keep them here if thats what you want. Ill call Wes later today to let him know. I had to stay anyway because I need to see Santana before I go back." He wondered what news Santana would have for him, if she knew anything about Karofsky or if something had happened with Brittany. Thinking about his old friends, he was suddenly filled with dread and he lowered his head. "Uh... where is Finn?" He didnt want to be caught off guard if he suddenly came in, or worse, if he wanted to talk to him. He had no idea what he could say to fix things.

"He moved out." Carole sighed heavily, shaking her head. "He wanted to live on campus of his acting school. Hes been acting so funny lately. Oh, well. You know Finn. Hell blurt anything if you ask."

Turning his head, Blaine decided to stay silent. He didnt want to admit exactly how well he knew Finn. His head jerked up at the sound of high pitched squealing, and his brows lowered when Keegan came in, babies hanging from his shoulder and leg. "Archer, Hunter..." he said quietly, watching Keegan tug Archer from his shoulder, "come here, sweethearts."

When Archer tangled his fingers in Keegans blond locks, Keegan chuckled and patted his bottom. "No..." he struggled to say, thinking through his next few words, "its okay."

"Keegan loves the children. Theyre fond of calling him their uncle. Besides, Kurt was just a child when they met." Carole put in, pouring oatmeal into two bowls. "Are you two hungry? I made enough for both of you to have three bowls."

Blaine was curious about how Keegan met Kurt, but he was unable to ask him. While Keegan put the babies down at the table, Blaine leaned against the counter and glimpsed at the doorway when he heard soft footsteps. Kurt sleepily walked in, his tiny fists rubbing his eyes and a yawn on his lips. "Oh, honey..." Carole said, going over to Kurt and taking him into her arms, "you look so tired. Do you want some breakfast?"

Opening one eye, Kurt nodded and wandered over to Blaine, laying his cheek on his chest. Wrapping Kurt in his arms, Blaine gently rubbed his back and muttered, "Sweetheart... how did you meet Keegan?"

Kurt opened both eyes at that, a look of worry on his face. Burt stopped drinking his coffee, his narrow eyes lifting over the edge of his paper. Neither Carole nor Keegan reacted, Carole still cleaning up from breakfast and Keegan, who couldnt understand Blaine, mumbling to Hunter.

Burt finally cleared his throat and said, "Kurt was eight... it was right after his moms death. Me and him were visiting her... I left for just a second to get something from the car. Keegans parents had just died in a car crash... the roads were slick. Keegan was with them when it happened... but its a good thing he was unharmed. He was about twelve. He saw Kurt by himself... he was crying... so he went over to him to comfort him. Theyve been best friends ever since."

Blaine held Kurt tighter, glancing at Keegan again. He seemed too perfect, from his blond curls to his turquoise eyes, to ever go through anything bad, but it didnt seem like Kurt could feel pain, either. A hand patting his stomach pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked down at Hunter, who wanted to be held. Letting go of Kurt, Blaine knelt down in front of Hunter and held his hand out for Archer.

Wiggling off the chair, Archer scurried over to Blaine and bounced on his toes. "Daddy?"

Feeling Kurts hand on his back, Blaine reached in his back pocket and pulled out two fragile chains. He held them out for the babies to see, both of them tiny lockets in the shapes of hearts, just like Kurts. One of them was dark blue and had an H+A on the front with a little picture of Archer curled up on Hunters chest in it. He gave that one to Hunter, then let Archer hold the brown one with an A+H on the front. His had a picture of the two of them staring at each other.

"I want both of you to keep these." He took Archers necklace and looped it around his neck, clasping the chain. Reaching for Hunters to pin his, Blaine said, "I had these designed in France for the two of you. Im giving them to you so that you know... no matter what happens... both of you will always love each other."

He tried not to think of what was hiding behind the no matter what happens, if Karofsky ever took Hunter away from their family or when Cooper came back for Archer. Focusing on his family, Blaine stroked their dark hair and pulled both of them to his chest, "Promise me youll always love each other."

"Promise." Archer whispered, opening his locket and looking at the picture.

Holding his arms out for Archer, Hunter hugged him very tightly, "Love you, Archer."

"I love you, too." Archer pecked Hunters cheek with a kiss, and Blaine smiled at him, running his fingers through his curls.

Letting the two of them go, Blaine sat back on his heels and glanced up at Kurt, who was smiling at the babies. He looked very pleased with their affections, his cheeks soft and his dimples popped. Blaine slid his fingers through Kurts, squeezing his hand. Kurt could feel the roughness on his skin, the spots hed ripped apart, but he still lovingly stroked his palm.