Blaine heard the sweetest music from his bedroom, a soft, pretty melody with words he couldnt understand. He didnt care, though. He just wanted to keep listening. Carrying Archer out of the bathroom, Blaine put him on his shoulder and pushed open his bedroom door. Kurt sat on their bed, nursing Hunter with a warm bottle. He sang so beautifully to him, and Hunter watched with fascinated eyes as Kurts lips parted and his tongue curled. Mesmerized, Blaine leaned in the doorway and stared at his fiancé, absolutely enthralled with him.

Kurt suddenly stopped singing and he looked at Blaine, a shy smile curving his lips. "It lulls him to sleep when I sing." He put the empty bottle aside and handed a fresh one to Blaine. "It was a lullaby my mère used to sing to me about a little kitten who was too fussy to go to bed. She sometimes teased with me and called me her little kitten."

"Little kitten," Blaine repeated lowly. He sat beside of Kurt and tilted Archers bottle into his mouth. "I think thats cute." Patting Archers stomach when he hiccupped, Blaine whispered to him, "My little kitten."

Kurt curled into Blaines side, laying his head on his shoulder. Blaine arched his brows at the babies, "Neither of them seems tired. We probably let them nap too long."

Rubbing Blaines back, Kurt murmured, "Tell them a bedtime story, Blaine."

Blaine was doubtful, "A story? Kurt, Im not-"

"Oh, please, tell them a story!" Kurt pleaded, "Tell them... one about Beauty and the Beast! It was my favorite when I was a child. I only saw it once as a play, but I loved it when my mom would take me on her knee and tell it to me."

Arching his brows, Blaine muttered, "Beauty and the Beast?" When Kurt scooted into the middle of the bed and laid down on the pillow, keeping Hunter in his arms, Blaine shook his head and lay down beside him. Running his fingers through Archers damp curls, Blaine scratched his stubbly cheek and muttered, "Once upon a time..." He checked for Kurts reaction, and from the smile on his face he thought he had a good start, "there was a man who became mean and cruel."

Hunter blinked at him and Archer gazed at him as if he was so intrigued with the story. "Then... he was cursed to be an ugly beast because he had distanced himself from everyone and nobody liked him. He hid himself away so no one could see him. He was ashamed of himself and wanted to take it all back."

Archer lost focus for a moment and batted at Blaines bowtie, causing Hunter to mewl at him to continue with the story. Grinning, Blaine untied it and put it in Archers tiny fist. Kurt wrapped his arm around Archer and squeezed him, kissing his cheek.

Blaine stroked Archers damp hair again, "One day a boy intruded on the beast. The boy was so beautiful and kind that he could melt the coldest heart. The beast tried to avoid the boy because he was so ugly that he scared everyone. But the boy kept trying with him, wouldnt give up, and he saw the beast at his lowest point, when he thought he should give up everything. The beast was startled when the boy didnt fear him." He swallowed and pulled a tangle from Archers drying curls, keeping his eyes from Kurt. "The boy took care of him... he smiled at him even though he was so awful... and the beast started to change. He realized that he didnt have to be mean."

Hunter made a gasping noise, wiggling toward Blaine as if to urge him to tell him what happened to the beast and the boy. "The beast was falling in love with the boy... and he couldnt help himself. He kissed him, and the boy wasnt disgusted. They fell in love and lived happily ever after."

Hunter cooed and batted at Blaine, but Archer had curled into Kurts chest and was asleep. Kurt had also laid his cheek on the pillow and fallen asleep. Smiling at the two of them, Blaine scooped a limp Archer up, then wrapped Hunter in his other arm. Carrying them to their crib, Blaine laid Archer down and put Hunter beside of him. "Goodnight, little kittens."

Squirming and rolling toward Archer, Hunter pressed their cheeks and closed his eyes. Blaine returned to his bed and slid underneath the blankets, pulling them over Kurt. Kurt blinked at the movement and yawned, rubbing his puffy eyes. "Blaine?"

"You fell asleep." Blaine grinned at him and wrapped his arms around him when he cuddled into his chest.

"Im sorry!" Kurt squeaked. "I feel so tired. I had no idea that babies take so much energy! We should have read more of those parenting magazines."

Laughing, Blaine nudged Kurt. "Roll over. Ill rub your back." When Kurt rolled onto his other side, Blaine slipped his fingers under his dress and massaged his lower back. Kurt sighed and trembled. "Youre so good to them, up and about every time one of them needs you. Let me take care of them tomorrow. Well keep them in the living room... they can play with their teddy bear. Ill make all of the bottles. You can relax."

Kurt shuddered when Blaine hit a sweet spot, "Youre so nice to me." Pursing his lips as both of them quieted, Kurt brought up the issue that had been bothering him for months, "Blaine... can I ask you something very important?"

Kissing his shoulder, Blaine squeezed his butt, "Yes. Whats wrong, honey?"

Kurt covered Blaines hand with his own, "Im leaving for France in less than two months."

Blaines jaw instantly hardened, "I dont want to talk about that." Rolling onto his other side and pulling the blankets up to his chin, Blaine grumbled, "Im tired. Im going to sleep."

"Blaine!" Kurt chirped, sitting up and flipping the lamp on. "Its been weeks since I bought my plane ticket. You havent said a word about it. I hear Puck and Finn talking to you about coming with me. I want you to be with me in France... Ill miss you if you arent."

Blaine erupted from the blankets, his face bright red, "I said I didnt want to talk about it!"

Kurt jumped, his fingertips pressing to his lips. "Why are you angry with me?"

Swallowing his temper, Blaine blew out heavily, "Im not... angry with you. But this is my entire life, Kurt. This... Ohio. We lost Nationals because of me... If I cant win a show choir, how am I supposed to make it as a record producing singer? You remember those record producers we saw in New York... the Warblers? They havent contacted me. They must have come across a better singer who doesnt have stage fright and forgotten about me. Im forgettable, Kurt. And if Im not good enough in New York, how can I ever make anything of myself in France?"

Kurts eyes filled and his face turned bright red, but before he could respond Blaines phone buzzed. Blaine took a minute to tear his eyes from Kurt, his breathing heavy and his jaw clenched so tight it was throbbing. Finally, he leaned over and picked his phone up off their dresser. "What?" he growled without checking who the caller was.

"Bad time?" came Coopers unsure reply. "Sorry."

Blaine softened his voice, "What do you want, Cooper?"

"To see how my babys doing!" Cooper said as if it should have been obvious. "I should let you know that well probably be leaving our things at your place. Alicia doesnt want to see the baby right now so were heading straight to India in a few days..."

Blaine thought he said more but he tuned him out. "My baby..." he whispered to no one in particular, feeling as if something inside of him had just been pricked. His stomach hurt. A lump swelled in his throat. He didnt want Kurt or Archer taken away from him. "My baby."

"What?" Cooper muttered.

Blaine swallowed the lump, "Nothing." Without bothering to comment on what Coop was doing with his things, Blaine grumbled, "Hes fine."

"Thats... great!" Coop was starting to understand that his brother was in a foul mood. "Blainey, if somethings wrong, you know you can talk to me."

"I dont want to talk to you." Blaine bit out, then winced as he realized how rude that sounded. "Ill call you later." Snapping his phone shut, Blaine threw it on the dresser and stayed quiet.

After a moment, Kurt whispered, "You dont want to come with me, do you?"

The lump was back.

The blankets rustled and Kurt scooted off the bed, "I think Im going to sleep in Finns room tonight."

Blaine immediately sat up, "Kurt, honey!" Kurt ignored him, gathering his pillow and frantically wiping his wet eyes.

Kurt walked up to the babys crib and peeked inside of it, then turned and padded out of the room. Swearing, Blaine rubbed his scratchy face and fell onto his pillow. He never fought with Kurt, and now he knew why he didnt. He hated every second of it. He yanked the blankets over his head and closed his eyes, but he didnt sleep.

He had a feeling every night would be like this if he let Kurt go.

Blaine mumbled when someone nudged his body, and he opened his eyes. A pair of the bluest eyes were staring right back into his, tears swimming in the corners. "I didnt mean to push you." Kurts voice broke and he squeaked.

Quickly sitting up, Blaine gathered Kurt in his arms, "No, no..." he smoothed Kurts ruffled hair, "shh. You didnt do anything wrong. I said the stupidest things, Kurt. I never should have yelled at you."

Kurt hiccupped and buried his face in Blaines chest, "I-I understand if you need time to figure yourself out... I just want you with me all the time."

"I want you, too." Blaine cupped Kurts tiny face and smothered him in kisses. "Sweetheart, I want you, too. Im just... so scared and confused. I dont know what Im doing. I havent thought about my future. I know I want you in it... but France is-"

"We can call each other." Kurt promised, "Well Skype date every night."

Blaine didnt want to tell him that their nights would be at completely different times. He just held Kurt as tightly as he could, "Im sorry."

Kurt closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaines neck. Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, listening to each others breathing, clenching each others clothes as if they would never let go.

Blaine finally moved when he heard Hunter squeak. "The babies are up."

Opening his eyes, Kurt looked at the crib and wiped the tear streaks off his cheeks. "Blaine?" he whispered as Blaine stood and went to get the babies.

Blaine looked over his shoulder, "Yeah?"

Kurt said nothing but Blaine understood, anyway. He bent to lift the babies and clutched both of them to his chest. Taking the babies back to the bed, Blaine laid Hunter in Kurts arms. Blaine climbed onto the bed and patted Archers back.

Pressing his lips, Kurt whispered, "How long did it take beauty and the beast to have their happily ever after?"

Blaine didnt answer and kept bouncing Archer. He wondered if the beast would have gone with beauty if he had asked him, despite the fact that he wanted to stay hidden because of how ugly he was.