Blaine jerked up to the sounds of happy squealing in his ears, a pretty noise that brought him back from his dreamless black to his safe place with Kurt. Lifting his head from his pillow, he opened one eye and gazed at Kurt, who was holding onto him and chirping for him to get ready, that his brother had called and was coming over soon. He yawned from the corner of his mouth, stretching his muscles as Kurt pounced on him and patted him. "Blaine, its Holloween!" He squealed as if Blaine wasnt already aware of this from his hundreds of other shrieks. "Up, up!"

Scooting off the bed with a few last taps to Blaines shoulders, Kurt pranced around the bed and spun in small circles, "Im going to be just like Cinderella today!" He suddenly pressed his fingertips to his lips as his eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Oh, I almost forgot my glass slippers!" He scampered away to his closet and buried himself in it, going through his piles and piles of shoes.

Groaning from sleepiness, Blaine flipped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling for a few more moments, too tired to twitch a finger. It wasnt until Kurt scurried back over to him and kept patting that he actually sat up and slid off the bed, slouching behind Kurt as he darted into the bathroom. Kurt bent over the bathtub and flipped the nozzle, starting to fill it with warm water.

After he was sure the water was heating up, he went over to the sink to scrub his teeth. Blaine watched his jittery movements, his hips swinging and his hands shaking with excitement. The bath filled while Kurt was still at the sink, so Blaine reached down to turn off the water. Walking toward the door and figuring Kurt wanted to be alone to bathe, Blaine froze when he heard Kurts soft voice. "You dont want a bath?" Blaine looked at him and raised his brows, his eyes following his little hands as he put the toothbrush down. "It will warm you up before we go out into the chilly weather."

"That bath is for me?" Blaine muttered lowly, not understanding what Kurt wanted from him. His jaw dropped a little when Kurt turned away from the sink and reached for the straps of his nightgown, and his eyes snapped to the floor. Suddenly extremely nervous, Blaine wrapped his arms around himself. Hed never seen anyone naked before, and hed only shown his body in front of his brother, who used to bathe him when he was just a baby. He realized that Kurt thought they could take a bath together, but Blaine wasnt sure if he could get through it without keeping his head turned. Not only was he embarrassed by his stocky, dark body, he felt so nervous that he thought he might faint.

"Could we take a bath together?" Kurt murmured very quietly, his voice quivering as if he was unsure. "That wouldnt upset you, would it?" His small form appeared in Blaines vision, and he lifted his head, relieved to see that Kurt had lowered his hands again. It wasnt that he thought Kurt was ugly-not at all-but his own thick body that bothered him. Feeling his cheeks and neck heat up, he gasped when Kurt pinched the hem of his dress and started lifting it.

He seemed a little coy, too, fidgeting and blushing as he pulled the dress up his thighs. Lifting it over his blond head, he laid it down on the dresser, leaving himself in a pair of pink panties with bows at the top. His body was just as pale as Blaine imagined it would be, his hips wide and his stomach thin. He was beautiful from his head to his toes, which made Blaine all the more embarrassed about his bulky, tan body.

Kurt shivered from the cold air brushing his skin, so Blaine knew he had to get undressed quickly. Reaching for his pants, he bit his bottom lip, almost chewing a hole into it. Slowly turning around, he hesitated for a few seconds before pushing them down, then he got rid of his shirt. He was naked except for his underwear, the briefs clinging to his wide legs. His legs werent shapely like Kurts, just thick and brown. He wanted to know what Kurt thought of him, if his body was dreadful to Kurt or if he didnt mind his flaws.

When he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widened at the pair of panties laying where Kurt once stood. His gaze shot over to the bath, and he saw Kurt poking at the water with his toes, his little body completely nude. Blaine turned as red as a cherry, and he panicked for only a moment before Kurt sighed and sat down, smiling at the bubbles that tickled his skin. From where he was standing, he could now only see Kurts chest and higher, which helped him relax. He pushed his briefs down and walked over to Kurt, climbing in without even glimpsing at the water first.

Spreading his legs around Kurts, which were pulled to his chest, he stared at Kurt, who smiled at him above the tops of his knees. He looked down at his broad chest again, still anxious about his own skin, but his worry was interrupted when Kurts small foot pressed to his stomach, white against brown. He suddenly pulled it back and splashed him, his toes flicking the water, and he giggled as droplets hit Blaines neck and chest.

Blaine was somehow comforted by that playful splash, and he knew in that one second exactly what Kurt thought of him and his flaws. He cleaned himself off and soaped his body, getting distracted here and there by Kurts tiny feet, which were against his stomach. Tickling them and feeling Kurts wrinkled toes, he grinned at how adorable he thought they were and pulled Kurt closer to him, bringing his feet up to his face. He kissed each of those pruney toes, making Kurt squeal and splash him until he was panting for breath.

Fascinated by Kurt as he soaped his skin and covered himself in bubbles, Blaine leaned forward to touch him, curious of how he felt. He was soft under his strong hands, his skin like silk, so slippery and smooth. Running his fingers down to his collarbone, he dragged them over to his shoulders, then back to his stomach. Kurt wiggled under his touch, but he didnt refuse him.

He rinsed himself with water and washed the bubbles away, and Blaine trickled water on a few spots that were still shiny. After they were both clean, they stepped out, Blaine bending down to lift Kurt out. He threw a towel around his waist, then bundled Kurt up and rubbed a cloth over his hair. Kurt stayed in his towel for a few minutes while he dried, but Blaine scrubbed himself so he could pull his clothes on sooner. He helped Kurt slip a dress over his head and tie the bow in the back, and after he brushed his teeth, he followed Kurt downstairs.

Staring at Kurt as he padded up the stairs, Blaine thought about what he looked like under that dress again, his mind stuck on Kurts little body. He didnt understand how he was so perfect, and secretly he hoped he never would. He always wanted to feel light headed and breathless over Kurt, dazed by his beautiful body.

Reaching for Kurts hand, he heard him squeak with delight when he realized that Coop was already waiting for them, lounging on one of the couches with his eyes on the TV. He glanced up at the sound of their footsteps and smirked at Blaine, getting up, "Hey, buddy. Are you ready to get some breakfast?" He glanced over at Kurt, who smiled up at him, and a grin tugged at his mouth, "Well, hey there, little cutie. Do you always look so pretty?"

Kurts little mouth fell open and he hopped up and down, glad that his brilliant fashion tastes had been complimented. Sitting down on his butt by Kurt, Coop said, "Your dad had to go to work but he gave me the okay to take you with me for the day. What do you think? You still want to go with me and Blaine?" When Kurt bobbed his chin a few times, Coops smile widened, "That still sounds good to me. Listen, you guys, I was thinking we could go get breakfast, then go to the store for some costumes. After that well come back here to put on the clothes and maybe have some lunch, then Ill take you guys out around five? We can be back by seven, that way youll have time to chomp down some candy before you fall asleep."

"Okay!" Kurt peeped, while Blaine didnt say much of anything. "Im so excited for Holloween, Cooper! Thank you for inviting me to spend the day with you and Blaine." Cooper held his hand out for another high five from Kurt, but Kurt was again confused by what he wanted and draped his hand over his.

Chuckling at Kurt, Coop pulled his hand back and boosted himself to his feet. He grabbed both of their hands and led them out the door, walking them over to his car, which was parked in the driveway. He made sure they were buckled in before climbing into the front seat and strapping himself in. He flipped on the radio and looked back at Kurt, "Kurt, what songs do you like? I could buy a scary Halloween track for you at the store."

Kurts bottom lip puckered, and he briefly looked at Coop before turning his attention to searching everywhere in the car. "I dont want to be spooked!" He cried, his tiny feet kicking. "Are the songs as scary as the Evil Queen from Snow White? Because she makes me cover my eyes!"

Cooper put on a station that played mostly pop songs, assuming that Kurt liked that style because Blaine did. "Not that scary, Kurt. Dont worry, little princess, Blaine and I wont let anything spook you. I swear, nothing scares Blaine. Not anything. Hes harder than I am. Were just going to some nice houses that give you candy. Youll probably get extra candy because youre cute. But you might have to share with Blaine... that guys not that cute, so he wont get any candy." When Blaine wrinkled his nose, Cooper laughed aloud.

Kurt was instantly comforted by what Cooper said, "I like candy! And Ill give Blaine all of his favorite candies because I like him! I love chocolates... especially chocolate strawberries! Theyre yummy! Blaine, what do you like?"

Blaine shrugged because he didnt think he minded one candy over another, but Cooper interrupted, "Blaine loves sweet things, just like you." Turning around when he got to a slower street, he smirked at Blaine and Kurt, shaking his head. "You two are just alike, arent you? Kurts a little chattier, but everything else is the same. I think youve got yourself a keeper, Blaine." He pulled into the parking lot of a little diner, and Kurt hopped out with him and ran in a circle around the car, but Blaine stayed behind for a minute.

He wondered if his brother was right, if Kurt and him were the same. He seemed a little grumpier than Kurt, and he was shier, but now that he thought about it, he was starting to see what his brother saw. He finally fit in with someone, and not only was that person the most wonderful person Blaine had ever met, but Blaine could see himself in Kurt, and Kurt in him.

Smiling at the thought of how much he did want to keep Kurt, he got out of the car and went over to him, meeting his shining eyes. When Blaine approached him, Kurt skipped ahead of him, happily spinning and twirling on his way to the diner. Blaine kept up with him, reaching out for him and holding onto his bow. His entire heart was right in front of him, and Blaine couldnt help but grin from ear to ear as he ran after Kurt.

When they got their table next to a window, Kurt squished his nose against a sticker of a smiling pumpkin that was pasted on the glass. He smiled back at the pumpkin, then wrapped his arms around himself, "Holloween makes me happy." He peeped, glancing around at the orange and black decorations. He saw a fake cat on one of the tables, its back arched and hair sticking up. Clapping his hands, he shrieked, "Oh, a kitty!"

"You dont know the superstition of the black cat?" Cooper leaned toward him, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to make a frightening face. To Blaine, he just looked like he needed to use the bathroom, but Kurt seemed startled by his expression when he peeked up at him. "Every Halloween, black cats become bad luck. If you see one, bad things will happen to you."

Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Poor kitties! They dont mean to make people sad. Im sure if someone would just hold it and love it, then it would be nice!"

Cooper burst into laughter, "Would you also say that about a flesh eating zombie?" Scrubbing Kurts hair, he leaned back when the waiter walked over, and he ordered a root beer for himself, while Blaine got apple juice and Kurt got orange juice.

After he came back with their drinks, he asked for the food orders, and Coop wanted the eggs with ham, while Kurt and Blaine decided to share a stack of chocolate pancakes. Blaine soon proved Coops statement about him completely true as he shoved the warm chocolate down his throat, addicted to the sweetness.

By the time they made it over to the store, it was almost the middle of the day, and more decorations were being set out on porches that they drove by. Most of it fascinated Kurt, who had his face pressed to the window, but some of it scared him, so he turned to Blaine and curled up against him, wanting his protection.

The store was mostly empty, except for a few scattered shoppers in the candy aisles, so Blaine and Kurt were all alone in the small costume aisle. There werent many choices left, but Blaine found a blue, sparkly dress that looked like it would fit Kurt. Kurt squealed when Blaine handed it to him, happily bouncing up and down. He kissed Blaines cheek, then he tapped his chin and glanced over what was left. There were a few animal outfits, a race car driver suit, and a superman costume, but nothing that pleased Blaine.

His brother held up a scary mask of a man with a lot of scars, "Blaine, do you want to be something scary?" When Kurt squealed at the mask, he quickly changed his mind, "Or something like..." he went through a few more costumes before pulling out a bright red nose, "a clown? You could have a flower that squirts water!"

Blaine rolled his eyes, not amused by his brothers lack of help. He thought he was doing it on purpose just to embarrass him in front of Kurt. For a second, he wanted his brother to wear the clown suit. Kurt patted his arm, and Blaine turned his attention to the boy who was much more help. "Blaine, would you like to be my Prince Charming?" He squeaked, pulling out a regal outfit with a blue cape on the back. "Oh, you could be so handsome!"

Blaine took the princely outfit from him, looking over the buttons and cuffs. He did like it, so he decided to be Kurts prince. Before they left the store, Kurt wanted to buy a stuffed black cat, and even though Coop warned him about the bad luck again and told him Cinderellas black cat was mean, Kurt pointed his nose at the ceiling and said that he was going to give his cat so much love that it became nice again. Blaine couldnt help but grin at him as they walked side by side out of the store, amused and enthralled by Kurt and everything he did.

When they got back to Kurts house, Cooper went into the kitchen to make them sandwiches, and Blaine watched a movie while Kurt cooed over his cat. They ate their lunches slowly, wanting to have things to do for a few more hours. After lunch, Cooper started a game of charades, but every time he did something, Blaine always thought he looked like a ridiculous clown tumbling around. Maybe he was still resentful from earlier. Kurt enjoyed the game very much, though, and each time he seemed to be a model strutting down a runway, or a princess waiting for a princes kiss. Blaine caught on to his favorites very quickly.

They almost didnt want to leave the house when it got just a little darker outside, as they were having so much fun. When Cooper sent them off to get ready to leave, Kurt scurried downstairs, more than happy to change into his Cinderella dress. Blaine went into the kitchen to get their bags, and he picked the one with the witch on it. He brought Kurts with him as he went down the stairs, pushing open Kurts door. Kurt was sitting on his bed and pulling on a glass slipper, his dress already hanging off his shoulders.

Blaines jaw dropped at how beautiful he looked in the gown, the bodice tight with puffy sleeves and skirts that bloomed out like a little flower. He was so pretty that Blaine almost forgot how to speak for a moment. He struggled with putting on the shoe, the skirts hiding his feet from him, so Blaine hurried over to him. "Let me help you." He muttered, lowering to his knees and slipping the shoe onto a tiny foot. He put the other on and stared at the glistening shoes, the light catching the glass and making it shine. "Kurt, youre so pretty."

"Am I?" Kurt reached up to his hair, pushing a stray lock into place. He smiled down at Blaine, his cheeks pink and his dimples popped, "Thats very sweet of you. Oh, Blaine, I love this dress! I feel just like a princess! If only I had my prince charming."

Blaine pulled away from Kurt, getting to his feet. He picked up his costume and took it with him to the bathroom, but he didnt shut the door behind himself. He didnt see much of a point after this morning. Stripping of his clothes, he yanked on the off-white slacks, followed by the stiff jacket that he had a little trouble buttoning. Before he got frustrated with the tight buttons, small hands smoothed the jacket over his chest, and Kurt worked on the buttons for him. He reached back to pin the cape into place, and when he was finished, he did feel almost princely.

Kurt and Blaine returned to his bedroom, where he stepped into a pair of riding boots. Helping Kurt over to the door, he left him there and went back into the bedroom, grabbing the forgotten tiara in the middle of the bed. Kurt gasped at the sight of it in Blaines fist, and he reached up to his hair. "Oh, thank you, my prince!" He said as Blaine slipped it into his hair, the gems sparkling with each way he turned his head. "I would have been so sad if I had left it here. A tiara means everything to a princess... besides her shoes." He looked down at his feet, which were hidden behind piles of ruffles. Lifting his wide eyes to Blaine again, he batted his lashes and nipped his bottom lip, "Blaine, youre so handsome. Youre the perfect prince."

Blaine held his arm out for Kurt, and Kurt laid his hand on his forearm, letting Blaine lead him up the stairs. He gave Kurt a bag with a little fairy on it, one of his favorite things besides princesses. With the tiara and gown and gloves, Blaine really thought he looked just like a princess, his loveliness blinding to Blaines eyes.

After taking a few pictures of the two of them, Cooper held the door open, and Kurt skittered out with Blaine on his heels. They waited for Cooper to tell them to stay close and that they could go home if either of them got tired, but Kurt was bouncing up and down, and Coop knew that it would be quite a while before Kurt wanted to lay his head down, not when he was so excited about a holiday hed never celebrated before.

Taking Kurts gloved hand in his own, Blaine walked a few feet in front of Coop, who was admiring all of the lit up decorations in the yards. Most people had gone with the usual orange and black streamers, and some cobwebs, and the occasional scarecrow. The small town that they lived in wasnt big on standing out. The sidewalks werent crowded with hungry monsters yet, just a few little ones around Kurt and Blaines age. Because the older kids werent out yet, Blaine saw a lot of animal costumes like cat ears and dog whiskers, and nothing too horribly gruesome.

Kurt seemed to be enjoying all of the sights and sounds, except for the rare thunder and screechy door soundtrack playing at someones house. Clinging to Blaine and burying his face in his chest when he got frightened, Kurt tried to hide from the creepy noise until it was out of his ears.

Blaine looked over his shoulder when Coop tapped him on the shoulder, and he pointed at a house a few doors down from Kurts, "Blaine, why dont you take Kurt up to that house? Hold onto his hand, okay? Ill wait right here. Kurt, open up your bag when the person answers the door. Youll get candy."

Hopping up and down with a giddy noise, Kurt patted Blaines arm, "Blaine, come get candy with me! Youre cute so youll get lots of candy!"

Blaine held onto Kurt as he scampered up the walkway, stepping slowly onto the porch that had a spider web hanging off the ceiling. Every few seconds, a big spider lowered and dropped from its web, almost brushing Blaines hair. He ignored it, his eyes stuck on the older woman who looked like a housewife that had gone mad with her wild curls and the blood streaks on her cheeks. She smiled at the two of them and held out a bowl of candy, instantly cooing over Kurts adorable dress.

Turning away from her and feeling his cheeks heat up, Blaine wanted to duck behind Kurt and hide, just let him get the candy so they could leave sooner. He saw his brother at the end of the driveway, and Cooper gave him a huge smile and wave, then he stepped aside to let a woman carrying a baby in a bumblebee costume walk up to the porch.

Kurt finished picking his favorite pieces of chocolate, and he tapped Blaines elbow, "Blaine, dont you want candy? There are lots of sweets!" Slowly turning his head, Blaine stared at the bowl, but he jerked back when the woman reached over to scrub his hair. His eyes snapped up to her face, and he found her smiling down at him.

"Well, you must be the prince." She said, and Blaines palms got sticky as his fingers twitched. Besides Kurts dad, hed never gotten this much attention from someone he didnt know very well. They always focused on his dad or brother, and he wondered if she was privately judging his awkward fumbling because he was an Anderson, and Andersons were supposed to hold their heads high. Even though his costume was regal and sleek, Blaine felt as crummy and little as a piece of dust caught in the spiders web.

The woman frowned at him when he took another step back, "Oh, are you a little shy? Thats not very princely of you. Hold your chin up... I just want to give you some candy." Blaine pulled away from her again when she held out a lollipop, and he stumbled over one of the rails on the side of the porch.

Whipping away from the new crowd that had gathered on the porch, all waiting to give their fussy toddlers candy, he stumbled down to the walkway. So humiliated by his own lack of voice, he stared at his shoes and tried to avoid Kurt, who was still holding his hand. The only reason he didnt run home was because of Kurt, and Blaine felt awful that he had ruined a wonderful beginning to his night.

He was about to tell Kurt how sorry he was for choking up, but Kurt touched him again, making him bring his chin up. Kurt stopped walking and bent over his bag, digging through it for something. He held up a few pieces of chocolate, a small smile on his lips, "You can have some of my candy."

Blaine was shocked that Kurt wasnt mad at him or wanted to spend the rest of the night without Blaine, who only messed up his candy collecting. Instead, he put the candy in Blaines bag, but Blaine knew he couldnt take it from Kurt. Kurt had gotten the candy for himself and deserved to enjoy every piece of chocolate, while Blaine had panicked and ran away from the offer. "Thats your candy." He muttered lowly, but Kurt shook his head, looping his arms around his neck for a gentle hug.

"I was going to share with you, anyway." Kurt said softly, kissing Blaines cheek as if to comfort him from his anxious meltdown. Slipping his fingers through Blaines, he skipped down the walkway and ended up on the sidewalk.

Cooper, who must have seen the entire disaster, leaned down to smooth Blaines wild curls, "Its okay, bud. Youll get candy at the next house. Kurt, are you happy with what you got? Let me see your bag." When Kurt proudly held up his bag for Coop to see, Coop reached in and stole a piece of candy, popping it into his mouth before Kurt could take it away.

"Thats not nice!" Kurt squeaked, stamping his little foot and putting his hands on his hips. Cooper laughed at him and stuck out his tongue, which was now blue from the color of the treat.

Kurt seemed more eager this time to hurry up to the house and replace the candy that Cooper had stolen, but he briefly paused to shriek at the man waiting at the end of the porch, his face painted to look just like Frankenstein. Kurt was too scared to get much closer to him, as he put on the act well by hunching over and groaning and moaning at his lap. He noticed Kurts trembling fingers pulling on him, obviously because he wanted to leave and get candy at the next house.

Tightening his grip on Kurt, Blaine took a deep breath and moved slightly closer to the howling monster. He stole a few pieces of candy from the bucket in his green hand and gave them to Kurt, and Kurt fidgeted as he held onto the candy, his huge eyes staying on the monster. Blaine pulled him to the safety of the driveway, and the two of them ran back to his brother, who gave Kurt a hug. "Did Frankenstein startle you, little guy? Hes so mean, isnt he?" Taking Kurts quivering hand, Coop walked him to the other side of the street, "Okay, you two, how many more houses do you want to hit? We can go down this street, and maybe the one on the other side. I dont want it to get too dark."

Kurt scooted a little closer to Coop as he guided them toward a house with a witch that had crashed into the window. "Can we go to a house without any more monsters? They frighten me."

"Sure, little cutie." Coop nudged him up to the house with the witch. "Blaine, how about you take Kurt to that red house right there? The one with the ghosts in the windows."

Kurt seemed okay with the smiling ghosts in the windows, and he followed Blaine up to the woman waiting on the porch. She was dressed up as a witch, and she gave both of them handfuls of candy that smelled so sweet. Just wanting a little taste before he went home, Kurt reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate, nibbling on it on their way back to Coop.

After they went to eight more houses, their bags were getting heavy and a few teenagers were starting to appear from their houses, all dressed in werewolf costumes and fangs and bloody masks, so Coop decided to take them home. Kurt was more than pleased with how the night had gone, and he was happy to have a bag of treats swinging between his palms.

Cooper opened the door to Kurts house, and Kurt heard the sounds of a football game from the TV in the living room, so he hurried over to his dads recliner and told him all about his day. Burt grinned at him and scrubbed his hair when he was done chattering, "Go in there and dump your bag out on the table. Look through what you got."

Kurt waddled into the kitchen with Blaine on his heels, his steps much slower because his feet were tired and his bag was weighing him down. Spreading his treats out on the table, he started going through his favorites and couldnt wait to swallow two chocolate treats that had marshmallow candies mixed in. Blaine also emptied his bag, and he took a few lollipops for himself. They shared their candies with each other, as Kurt more than happily gave Blaine a few of his sweets. Cooper and Burt got a few things, too, and Cooper quickly stuck a sucker into his mouth.

Picking up a caramel candy and unwrapping it, Blaine chewed on it until his teeth stuck together and he couldnt say bye to his brother, who bent for a kiss before he left. Once his brother was gone, Burt rubbed his sons back and said, "Alright, two candies tonight and thats it. Youll have a sugar rush if you eat anymore. Get to bed soon, honey. Youre probably sleepy after today."

Kurt nodded a few times, giving his dad a hug before he lumbered out of the room and flipped off the light. Choosing his two treats, Kurt skipped away from the table and waited for Blaine to come with him. Both of them went down the stairs to change into warm pajamas, and Blaine was more than relieved to pull off his heavy, stiff jacket. Kurt disappeared into the bathroom and pulled on a fresh nightgown, and then he came back in and climbed onto the bed beside of Blaine.

"I had the best day, Blaine." He whispered very quietly, curling up against Blaine. "Did you like it very much?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, somehow pleased despite his discomfort of approaching so many unknown people today. His dreads had quickly faded away with Kurt there to hold his hand, and he actually managed to lift his gaze to the peoples faces. Slowly dropping his chin, he pulled the blankets up to their chins and muttered, "I liked being your prince today... even if I wasnt much of one."

"I thought you were wonderful." Kurt tilted his chin to kiss his jaw, then he wiggled a little. "What about our story? I havent heard it in so long! The only thing that could make this day more perfect is if I heard Juliet and Romeos love story."

Trying to remember where he last set the book, he reached over for the dresser and pulled the thick, dusty book off of it. He turned to a chapter near the end of the book, the pages they had left very narrow compared to what theyd already read through. Pressing his lips together, he thought about how he could change the ending, and he decided that he would come up with a better one when he needed to, but not right now, not when the events leading up to the end were still so unknown. "Juliet didnt see her Romeo for a very long time, and with every day she cried more tears. She escaped to see him again, knowing she might never see her parents after this. She came across his house, which was in flames, and she found him beaten and broken. She realized that his father, who shed been warned had an outrageous temper, had hurt him again. The older Montague went after Juliet, recognizing his worst enemy in her features, but Romeo protected her. Very soon, to Juliets surprise, her parents arrived after hunting for her, and both of them fought for her."

Kurt held his breath as Blaine read every word, the final battle in the entire book. He kept going, hoping he got through the chapter before Kurt fainted from a lack of air. "After Romeos father was killed by Romeo himself, Juliets doting parents realized his well intentions for Juliet, and they backed down on keeping them apart. But, before Romeo and Juliet could be together again, Romeo was taken away by the guards, who charged him with murder and fixed the death sentence on him. Romeo told Juliet she would be okay without him because she was strong, but Juliet still collapsed and cried that she was losing him again."

Blaine suddenly knew exactly why the ending was unhappy for this story, but he wouldnt let Kurt cry, so he thought of exactly how he could change it. Kurt gasped at the twist in the story, surprised at Juliets parents. "Blaine, if Romeo is taken away from Juliet, how will they ever be together? Oh, please, I must hear the last chapter tonight. Ive always promised myself to never rush a love story, but just this once?"

Frowning at the story, which would only get worse in the next chapter, he swallowed thickly and turned the page. He pretended to read the words, but slowly made them up one by one on his own. "Juliets father, who had a strong name, fought for her daughters loves freedom, and soon Romeo appeared from the prison with nothing more than a few scrapes and scratches. All of his former wounds went away when Juliet jumped into his arms, making him better. They married soon after, with Juliets parents present, and as Juliets father walked her up the aisle, she told him she loved him with all of her heart. He hugged her then gave her away, and Juliet and Romeo ran off together, returning every now and then to the people who had saved her and her love so long ago. They happily stayed together forever, both of them so in love with their childhood sweetheart."

Kurt pressed his fingertips to his lips when Blaine closed the book, and he clapped his small hands. "Oh, thats marvelous!" He chirped very quietly, still amazed by the story that Blaine had to change to get that happiness out of him. "Im so happy for Romeo and Juliet. Thank you for reading to me, Blaine. I loved your story."

"Im glad you liked it." He muttered, knowing exactly why Kurt had liked it. Putting the book aside, he bundled Kurt up tighter and stroked his soft hair. His pink cheek pressed to Blaines chest, so flushed and round. He still had his princess charm, even though he wasnt wearing his dress anymore.

Batting his lashes a few times as if he was falling asleep, Kurt tightened his hands on Blaine, "Will you have sweet dreams because of our love story?"

Blaine still didnt dream, but he didnt want to disappoint Kurt by telling him that, so he kept quiet until Kurt went limp in his arms, lulled by Blaines gentle hand stroking him and the sound of Blaines thudding heart.

Blaine pushed the last dresser into place, then he lifted his hands and glanced over what hed done, from the toy box in the corner to the bed near the window, giving their children the perfect view of the splashing ocean waters. The walls were a bright yellow with some paintings of little ducks and pictures of Pavarotti and Everett hung around, and Blaine could still smell the soap in the freshly cleaned carpets. Hed laid a soft, pink rug on the floor because Kurt had said it would complement the light colors.

Turning around to see the other side of the room, Blaine found his husband still hanging tiny outfits up in the closet. He hummed as he busied his hands, putting Hunters slightly bigger outfits on one side, and Archers on the other. They didnt mind if they wore each others clothes, but Hunter had grown quite a few inches that Archer had not, while Archer was wider at the hips. Walking up to his husband, he took the rest of the outfits from him and finished what hed been doing after a few quick movements.

Smiling at him and quietly thanking him, Kurt spun around and admired what theyd spent the entire day doing, and he giddily clapped his hands. "Oh, the children will love it, wont they, Blaine?" He scampered over to the window and peeked down at their children, who were wrestling outside with Keegan. Hunter pinned Keegan down for a few seconds, until Archer ran up to him and climbed on top of him. Giggling at their silliness, he pushed the window open and called down to them. "Hunter, Archer, come up, my loves. Your daddy and I have a surprise for you."

Leaning against the wall, Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, pleased with what hed done for his children, but still exhausted. His hands hurt because Kurt wasnt strong enough to push furniture around, but hed gotten a little help from Keegan, who sent Kurt down to distract the children while he heaved furniture around with Blaine. He was also smothered in yellow paint and carpet cleaner from his head to his toes, and he desperately needed a shower. He would do that after he saw the shocked looks on their little faces, because he wouldnt miss that for the world.

Within seconds, he heard their screeching and squealing as they thudded up the stairs. They had known all along that they were going to get something special, but they had no idea what. Hunter burst into the room first, going headfirst into the door, and he stopped in the middle of his new bedroom. He hopped up and down and turned to Archer, who had frozen in the doorway. The two of them shrieked again, almost deafening Blaine, and Kurt laughed when Hunter charged over to him and hugged his legs.

"Is this for me?" Archer asked unsurely, his huge eyes flicking around the room. They stopped on his toy box and he yelped, flinging himself over to it. He flipped open the top and dug through it for one of his baby dolls, and he squeezed her to his chest.

Going over to his son, Blaine knelt down beside of him and pulled him into his arms, glad that he had turned something ugly into something that could be wonderful. "This is all for you, my little one. You can play in here all you want. Your père and I will be in that room right there, and you and Hunter can snuggle in here when its time to go to sleep. Do you like it, baby?"

"Its my favorite room Ive ever slept in!" Archer yelled, wiggling from Blaines grip and hurrying over to Hunter. He couldnt stop in time and the two of them knocked their heads, but then they just kept cheering.

Feeling a soft touch on his shoulder, Blaine glimpsed up at his husband. He laid his hand over his and squeezed so lightly, breathing out deeply because he was so relieved they loved their room. He watched them almost climb into their toy box and pull out their favorites, then scurry over to the bed and jump onto it. They played and jumped and shouted, and Blaine wondered how he could be happier with every day that he spent with his new family.

Grinning at his children, he turned his head and kissed Kurts hand, murmuring against his yellow splattered fingers, "I love you." Kurt understood why he had said it at that moment, and he bent down to kiss the top of Blaines head.

When Keegan arrived at the top of the stairs, Hunter held up his hand and waved him away, "Look, Archer, its Captain Hook! Hes come to steal our treasures!" Most of his words were broken and not easy to understand, but Blaine still laughed at him. He was surprised when Hunter leapt off the bed and held up his hand like a sword, while Keegan curled one of his hands to look like a hook.

Archer huddled down on the bed, gathering his toys around him, "Ill guard the treasures, Peter!" He squeaked, even though Hunter was already in battle with Keegan and probably didnt hear him over all of his shouting and grunting.

Hunter jabbed his hand at Keegans stomach, and Keegan grabbed the area and yelped as if in pain. He slowly crumbled to the ground, falling on top of Hunter, who screeched and kicked under his huge body. "No! Down I go! Hooks got me, Wendy!"

Just as Hunter was about to roll over and die, Keegan lifted his chest and pulled Hunters face closer to his, smothering him in kisses. Hunter yelled at the kisses and kept struggling, "Im all wet! I must be drowning!"

"Not Peter Pan!" Archer cried, his bottom lip puckering. When Hunter fell backwards and closed his eyes, Archer wiped his eye, "Poor Peter Pan. Daddy, can you make Peter come back to life? I miss him."

Blaine smirked at his son, slowly getting to his feet. He went over to Hunter and swung him up into his arms, then he flipped him upside down and tickled his stomach, making him snort with laughter. Archer patted his fingertips together, "Peter! Youre alive!" Pouting again, Archer crossed his arms over his chest, "Can we celebrate Peter coming back to life by having lunch? Captain Hook called me a Wendy Bird and shot cannons at me! Running away made me hungry."

"My poor, little bird." Blaine cooed over his son, chuckling when he wrinkled his freckled nose. Picking Archer up and holding him in his free arm, Blaine carried his children into the hallway, "Sure, baby. Im a little hungry, too. What do you want for lunch?"

"Tomato soup!" Hunter yelled, wriggling around in Blaines arms and reaching out for Keegan. Keegan took him from Blaine and draped him over his shoulder, rubbing his back.

"Ill make you whatever you like." Kurt told him when they got downstairs, and he walked into the kitchen with the birds trotting after him, hoping for some small bites of food. They always got them, the two spoiled birds.

Blaine and Keegan set the babies down to play and teeter around while dinner was heating up, and Blaine sat down on the couch, watching out for them as they held up their little dolls and teddy bears. Keegan remained standing by the kitchen door, unsure of what to do now that his translator was out of the room.

Glancing up at Keegan, who was slowly getting better with his English, Blaine thought about what was coming up next week. He knew he had to bring it up to Keegan, so he slowly muttered his name. Keegans turquoise eyes flickered over to him, and he said in a low voice, "Yes?"

His accent was so thick that Blaine almost didnt understand that simple word, but he kept going, "I... Im going to work-" When Keegans blank expression didnt change, he rubbed his forehead, wondering how to tell him. "I work for the Warblers." One of Keegans brows raised, so he assumed he got the majority of it. "Do you want... to work with me?"

Keegan didnt understand again, and he looked down at his feet. He said something in French, then he jerked his head up again. "Work... at Warblers... with you? I... do what there?"

Blaine shook his head because he hadnt brought this up with the Warblers yet. He had no idea what job they would let Keegan do, but he knew they wouldnt look down on him for his lack of English. "I dont know. What do you... want to do?" He hadnt considered that Keegan could sing yet, so he touched his neck, trying to show him what he was saying. "Do you sing?"

Keegan raised his brows as if startled by the question, "I dont know. I never tried. I work with you... what happens to Kurt and babies?"

His eyes narrowed as he wondered what he meant by what would happen to Kurt and the babies, then he realized what he was trying to ask. "Ill take them with us... every day. Kurt loves the Warblers."

Keegan nodded, slowly catching on to what Blaine was saying. "Okay." Lifting his turquoise eyes to Blaines face, Keegan gave him a small smile before he turned toward the kitchen, "Merci pour tout."

Blaine turned away and watched his children again, both of them scurrying around and playing Peter Pan again. Hunter was teaching a flailing Archer how to fly with pixie dust, and Blaine smiled at both of them. He hoped they always dreamed.