Blaine stepped up to Kurts door and raised his hand, quietly knocking on the heavy wood. He nipped his bottom lip and shuffled from foot to foot, listening to the voices of sports commentators chatting about a play in a football game. He raised his brows, not understanding what they were saying. A moment later noisy footsteps crossed the floor, and the door cracked open. Kurts dad was standing on the other side, and he raised his brows at Blaine. Reaching down, he scrubbed his hair, "Hey, kiddo. Glad to see you." He looked over his shoulder and yelled, "Kurt, your friend is here!"

Stepping inside, Blaine followed Burt with his eyes, watching as he turned off the TV and lumbered over to a table to pick up his wallet and car keys. He jerked back around when the basement door opened and a pair of blue eyes peeked out. A happy smile curved Kurts lips, and he pounced off of the last stair. "Blaine!" Scampering over to him, Kurt jumped into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek. "I thought about you while you were away. Did you think of me?"

Blaine wanted to tell him that he hadnt been able to stop thinking about him, but before he could reply, Kurts dad walked over to him and patted his shoulder. "Ready to go, hon? Im going out to the car."

Kurt grinned up at his dad, then turned away and bounced on his toes, "My daddy and I were just leaving for dinner. He got time off work so he wanted to take me out. Would you like to come with us?" Brushing the front of his pink dress with a little flower at the hip, he spun in a circle. "I do look okay, dont I? I dont have any wrinkles?"

"No..." Blaine took a deep breath, "you look perfect... you always do." Nipping his bottom lip, he cleared his throat, "You want me to come with you?" When Kurts smile widened, he slowly dropped his chin. "Okay. Where are we going?"

"To my daddys favorite restaurant, Breadstix." Just at the thought of it, Kurt rubbed his belly. "It just opened a year ago and it has amazing Italian food. I like getting the spaghetti and salad... and maybe a chocolate dessert! Would you like to share that with me? That sounds like a lot of food..." he frowned at his stomach, "and I dont want my belly to hurt."

"Okay." Blaine said again, following Kurt over to the door. He started to turn the handle, but he quickly pulled his hand away and put a fingertip on his chin.

"Could you read to me on the way to Breadstix?" Kurt asked softly, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Oh, please. Ive worried enough about this story to faint. I cant wait anymore to hear it." When Blaine didnt reply, Kurt hurried away from him and knelt by his bag. He searched through it, grinning with glee when he found their book. "Im so happy you brought it! Im excited to hear it... even though I might be too woozy at dinner to eat. Love stories always make me dizzy."

Taking the book from Kurt when he returned to his side, Blaine put a hand at his waist and nudged him out the door. It was a chilly night and Kurts little dress was thin, so Blaine pulled off his jacket and draped it over his shoulders. Kurt was delighted by it, "Thats so sweet of you! Thank you." He leaned over to kiss Blaines cheek before climbing into the car.

He curled up against the window, and Blaine sat down next to him, putting the book between their laps. His dad pulled out of the driveway and a second later flipped on the radio, playing a basketball game very quietly. Everything was silent around them, no others cars on the road, and Blaine could hear every soft breath that Kurt took.

Clearing his throat, Blaine glanced down at their book, trying to make out words with just the dim street lights flashing through the windows. "Juliet was unhappy without her Romeo, and he the same with her. But they slowly grew up apart, and the memories of each other faded. The only things they had to remember each other by were the tiny paintings theyd given to each other."

Blaine turned the page and heard Kurt make a soft sound of distaste, his bottom lip pushing out in a pout. Rubbing his round cheek with a finger, Blaine whispered softly, "Whats the matter, Kurt?"

"If I only had a picture of you, I would hug it to my chest every night as I slept... and hope that one day itd be you instead." Kurt murmured, laying his head on Blaines shoulder and nuzzling him. "Poor Romeo and Juliet."

Blaine rubbed their cheeks and tried to comfort him, his eyes opening on the front of the car. He noticed Kurts dad looking in the mirror at them, his eyes narrow and almost suspicious. Startled, Blaine returned his attention to their book, and he read, "Juliet grew up to be a nice girl who was plenty beautiful. Some men said her cheeks were too full or her lips were too thin, but no one really complained about her looks. Romeo became a poor man living off of very little. He fought for his money and became strong and brave because of it. They were an unlikely pair, and no one thought of their ending."

He got to the end of the chapter and closed the book, but Kurt didnt move from his shoulder. He still seemed upset about the story, and Blaine wanted to soothe him. "Why cant every couple be as happy as we are?" He whispered so softly that Blaine almost didnt hear it. "Its so upsetting that every couple cant have love like we do."

"Its okay." Blaine kissed his ear, reaching down for his hand and squeezing. "Itll be a happy ending, I promise." Helping Kurt from the car when his dad pulled into a parking spot, he lifted him out of the doorway and set him down by his feet.

They followed his dad into the restaurant, and they quickly got a table by a window. Holding onto Blaine as he sat down, Kurt squished his nose to the window, gazing at everything outside as if he was completely fascinated. "Its so beautiful outside." He murmured quietly, turning back to Blaine and smiling so sweetly. "Itd be wonderful to spend every nice day outside with you... especially when it snows. We could play in it and then go inside and drink hot cocoa with marshmallows and snuggle by a fire." Putting his fingertips to his lips, he giggled, a high pitched sound that was so beautiful.

The waiter came a few minutes later and asked for their drinks, and Kurt said milk, while Blaine wanted a glass of water. Burt turned away to watch a game on a TV, leaving them to themselves. Snuggling into Blaines chest, Kurt reached up to cup his chin, and he gently ran his fingertips along Blaines jaw and neck. Blaine swallowed thickly, feeling his skin turn as hot as fire. "Can you tell me something about yourself?" Kurt murmured, and Blaine closed his eyes.

He thought he was very dull, and he didnt do much. He had nothing to tell Kurt. "Theres nothing you dont know."

"Oh, but, there is." Kurt looked up at him, his eyes round, "Youre so... fascinating to me, but you dont say much about yourself. Hm... Ill tell you something about myself, and you say something about you." When Blaine didnt reply, only sliding his arm around Kurts waist, Kurt tapped his chin, "Mm... sometimes, when my maman talks about Broadway, I think I want to be up there with her. Itd be so exciting, wouldnt it? Playing a part in a story you love, having people applaud you... one of my favorite parts is when the star gets flowers at the end. I would want to get flowers at the end of my show." He sighed very deeply, "Now you must tell me something. What are your dreams?"

Blaine took a few deep breaths, still unsure what to tell Kurt. He couldnt tell him that he was a clueless mess who still had no talents. His dad had tried throwing balls with him a few times, and he caught every one of them, but he wasnt interested in it. Stroking the side of Kurts neck with his fingertips, he felt him shiver in his arms. He rubbed the spot again, knowing it felt good, "For a long time I dreamed of finding a best friend... someone I could tell anything. I didnt have any friends before you... and then you came along."

Kurts lips curved and he stretched to kiss under Blaines chin, almost purring as he cuddled and rubbed against him, "You can tell me anything." He whispered so softly, and at first Blaine thought he was asking and he was going to reply that he thought he could, but then he realized that Kurt was assuring him that he could trust him.

The waiter came back with their drinks and gave Kurt and Blaine a strange look, but Blaine didnt care with Kurt humming against his chest. He ordered the plates of food they were sharing, then the waiter walked away again. While Kurt sipped his milk, his lips perfectly round and plump around the straw-something that made Blaine want to kiss him-his dad moved away from the back of his chair and stared at Blaine. He raised a single brow when Blaine shyly turned away, "No ones ever treated him the way you do. Why are you different?"

Blaine didnt know the answer to that, either, because he didnt understand it. His dad had raised him to point his nose at the ceiling when he was around anyone different than him, and hed never seen anyone more different than Kurt. But he didnt see how it was possible to turn Kurt away, when he was so beautiful and kind. "I dont know." Blaine muttered, and he didnt say anything else.

The conversation quieted after that, his dad going back to the game on TV, and Kurt looking out the window again. It was so peaceful and comfortable, while the few family dinners that Blaine remembered usually ended early because his dad had to go back to his paperwork, or went on for too long because his mom was complaining about work. He was never asked questions or considered, just expected to sit still, munch on his broccoli, and then put his plate away when he finished.

They got their food a few minutes later, and Kurt happily slurped up a string of spaghetti. Some sauce splattered on his pink cheek, which made Blaine smile and lean in to kiss it away. Kurt softly giggled, touching the spot where Blaines lips had brushed.

The food was good, nothing compared to Kurts cooking, but Blaine liked sharing it with Kurt, some of the noodles getting caught between their forks and the chocolate cake quickly finished off because they both thought it was delicious.

He was starting to completely dread ever leaving Kurts side, and he thought that being in his life with him was best for both of them. He hadnt considered that playful proposal of marriage from Kurt, figuring that he was being silly, but Blaine was doubting that it was anything else than what they needed.

Blaine stepped out of his car and shut the door behind himself, the rain still pouring from a dark sky. His curls dripped against his forehead, and they rolled down his nose and cheeks. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he took a deep breath and walked toward his house. A few lights were still on, and he could see shadows moving in the windows. His head still throbbed and he was exhausted, so it would be nice to get inside and lay down beside of Kurt. He bit his bottom lip as he wondered how he would tell him what Santana wanted from them, how he could soothe his worry.

Twisting the knob, he opened the door and felt warmth on his face, the smell of dinner still hanging in the air. He looked up at the sound of Kurts sweet voice, softly murmuring to one of the babies. He was curled up on the couch with Keegan next to him, Archer sitting in front of him. Kurt gently ran his fingers through his curls, brushing the tangles out. Hunter was in Keegans arms, sitting very still as he was buttoned into his pajamas.

Kurt lifted his blue eyes from Archers dark head and he smiled at him, then returned his attention to Archer and gave him a hug. "Goodnight, my darlings. Kiss your daddy goodnight before you go to sleep." After giving both of them kisses, Kurt helped them scoot off the couch.

Hunter held onto the back of Archers nightshirt as they scurried over to him, and Blaine knelt down in front of them. He pulled both of them to his chest, careful not to get them wet, and he kissed both of them. "Sleep well, little loves. Your père and I will be up soon."

Archer sleepily rubbed his eyes, "Goodnight, Daddy." He lifted onto his toes to kiss Blaines cheek, then patted Hunters hand. Hunter cuddled against Blaines chest, rubbing his cheek against his neck, then he ran away with Archer.

Blaine stayed on the floor for a few seconds, only moving when he felt light hands on his back. He looked up at Kurt, who was trying to peel his soaked jacket away. "Oh, Blaine, youre so cold. Your lips are blue."

Shaking his head, Blaine got up when Kurt tugged him, and he glanced at Keegan, who was still stretched out on the couch. Kurt busied himself with brushing some water off of him, and he smoothed his curls off his face. "How was Santanas?" He asked quietly, a flicker of concern about Blaines silence in his eyes. "Did she miss you while you were away?"

Blaine looked back down at Kurt, and he shook his head again. "I have a lot of thinking to do, honey." Stepping past Kurt, Blaine headed for the stairs, where his babies had just scurried up. "I need to lay down for a while. I feel sick."

Kurt stayed behind, looking absolutely frantic over Blaine. "Blaine..." he pleaded softly, then looked back at Keegan as Blaine started up the stairs. He said something in French that Blaine didnt understand, and Keegans eyes flicked to Blaine, then away again. He nodded, and Kurt hurried after Blaine. "Blaine, please... youre frightening me."

Blaine blew out heavily, getting to the top of the stairs. He lifted Kurt off of one of the stairs and set him down by his hip, "Its nothing you have to worry about, sweetheart." Kissing the tip of Kurts nose, Blaine kept walking to their bedroom, his entire body so cold, even though the rain had just hit his skin.

He opened the door and quietly went in, his eyes on the snoozing babies curled up under the blankets. Archer still seemed half awake because his head slowly lifted and he blinked, then he held his arms out, "Daddy."

"Daddys here, my sweet." He went up to the side of the bed, bending over Archer and kissing his hair. "Shh... get some sleep." Dragging the blankets up to Archers chin, he watched him bat his eyes until they finally closed.

Turning away, he headed for the bathroom and stripped out of his shirt. He stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds, Kurts small image behind him, hesitating in the doorway. He looked tired, his eyes drooping and his lips parted. Dragging a hand through his hair, he groaned lowly and closed his eyes.

"Blaine..." a tiny voice begged, and he felt small hands on his chest. "Im your husband... you need to tell me whats making you upset. Youve only ever shut me out before when you were stressed about Karofsky. Is it about him?"

Blaine opened his eyes, seeing Kurts crumpled expression, and he realized that hiding this from Kurt would be more difficult than he thought. Taking Kurt into his arms, he rested his chin on his shoulder, feeling him shake with worry, "Baby... shh... I want you to know that no matter what happens..." he peeled slightly away from Kurt and cupped his cheeks, looking into his blue eyes, "Im going to keep our family safe."

Kurts eyes swelled with tears, and he seemed to understand what Blaine was avoiding. "It is about him... I know it is. Blaine... we cant keep hiding from him. We have children now... a family... He could hurt them! What if Keegan saw him? Hed be so hurt."

Blaine held Kurt much tighter, "Kurt... honey... listen to me. I would never let anything hurt the babies... or you. Were going to California... he wont find us." Resting Kurt against his chest, he tried to soothe him, but Kurt was too anxious. He heard the rustling of blankets from their bedroom and kissed Kurts hair, "Little love, go lay down and rest. Im going to change my clothes."

Sniffling, Kurt took a step away from Blaine, weakly wobbling back into the bedroom. Keeping his eyes on his husband as he bundled blankets around the babies, Blaine pushed his pants down and quickly pulled on a dark shirt and sweatpants. He left the bathroom and put one knee on the bed, climbing on beside of Kurt, who had Archer tucked under one arm.

Blaine pulled Hunter close to him and stroked his soft skin, watching his wide mouth fall open with a low grunt. He stretched his arms and rolled closer to Blaine, burrowing into his shirt. "You dont have to know who your dad is." He wasnt sure if he was trying to convince Hunter or himself of that. "I could be your dad." He closed his eyes but he didnt sleep, scared that hed see how Hunters life was going to end.