Kurt wrapped another box in papery tape, smashing it down on both ends, when a sharp knock shook the door. "Its open!" He called, huffing as he boosted the box up and slid it onto another stack that was filled with kitchenware. All at once, Unique pounded into the room, and stopped in the doorway, his mouth gaping. Raising his head, Kurt frowned at Unique, knowing what he was thinking before he said it. "Unique, dont give me that look. You and I both know that this is necessary."

Uniques eyes flitted across the entire room, which had been emptied out over the past weekend. "I just... cant believe that this is actually happening. Youre moving to another city-"

"Yes, but Ill only be a half hour away. Ill still be working at Dalton. Itll just be a longer drive to see you. Can you help me lift this box?" As soon as Unique approached him and moved the box, Kurt flung himself onto the nearest couch, and patted the spot beside of him. "I have coffee on. Thanks for coming. I needed a friend."

Blowing out heavily, Unique pulled Kurts head onto his shoulder, "Whats going on, honey? Whats happening with you and Blaine?"

"I dont know." Kurt whispered shakily. "I wish that things were easier. I wish that he were here more often. Thats why we need to move out of New York City. Blaine thinks that, because he has these powers, its his duty to help everyone. His intentions are good, but, Unique, hes breaking my heart. He doesnt realize that I need saved. And hes so tired... but, until I get him to an area with less crime, hes never going to stop. And him being so stressed is stressing me out. When hes away, Im scared for his life. When hes here, Im scared that hell leave. And with me moving, its like Im forcing him to give up what hes always known. What if he resents me? He has to take a different job... one that wont have him out in the middle of the night. I fear that itll be an office job, and that hes going to hate it. Hes already had to inform Schuester that all of his work will have to be done from his computer, so that he can write his articles at home, when he gets back from his day job. And I feel like a burden to my parents. I dont have the money to pay for a house, so I had to work out a loan with them."

"Oh, Kurt," was all Unique could sigh, his head shaking. "You know, I dont think Blaine understands how to be a fiancé... o-or a husband. No ones ever shown him how. Just think about it. Hes been on his own since he was a little boy. All he ever saw was how distant his parents were from each other. No one ever taught him how to be in a good, healthy relationship. He doesnt even realize how hes hurting you. To him, hes just something extra to you. He doesnt know how necessary his presence is."

"I know he doesnt mean it." Kurt lowered his chin onto his knees, "But, Unique, its killing me. I just want... I want a husband. I dont want to feel like Im having an affair, feeling both nervous and anxious for the next time he comes for me. I dont know how to make him see that its time for him to stop... its time for him to devote himself to a family-" Suddenly, Kurts phone buzzed against the coffee table, so he furrowed his brows, reaching out for it. He had set his phone to block any numbers from telemarketers, so, even though he didnt know the number that flashed on the screen, he still clicked the call on. Pressing the phone to his ear, he said patiently, "Hello?"

"Kurt?" A voice that he didnt recognize questioned. In the background, Kurt heard static, like plastic crinkling. He winced, pulling the phone slightly away from him. "It must be frustrating, being engaged to a super man."

Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he almost dropped his phone. "Who is this?"

The voice on the other end smiled, "Just another super man. I can get rid of your problem. I have him right here. Blaine, why dont you say goodbye to your fiancé? You were never there for him, anyway. You were off fighting crime... being the good guy. I keep up on the news. If I had to pick a career, itd probably be something in crime. But Im not going to do that... because I stopped giving a shit about the people that did this to me." An uneven breath broke out of Kurt when something happened on the other end, and the glass-shattering scream of a man filtered through the phone.

"Blaine?" Kurt cried, but then the line clicked off. Squeezing the phone tighter, Kurt clicked through a few screens, but when he called the number back, he didnt get through. When Unique touched his arm, he whipped his head toward him and yelped, "Unique, grab my laptop! We have to track this number! Somethings happened with Blaine."

Unique opened his laptop and tapped out the number that Kurt showed him, "Okay... the call came from the edge of the city. I know how to get there." For Uniques quick actions, and lack of questions, Kurt would always be grateful. Both of them launched off of the couch and headed for the door, and Kurt shut it behind them, barely remembering to lock it. As they ran down to the parking lot, Unique asked, "Who was that? Kurt, what do you think happened?"

"I dont know. But whoever it was, they knew about Blaines powers." Kurt slammed through the glass doors in the lobby, and hurried to his car, where he stopped Unique from climbing inside. "Unique, you should stay behind. If this man could disarm Blaine, hes dangerous. You could get hurt-"

"And leave you to kick his ass by yourself?" Unique opened the passenger door, and set his foot inside. "I dont think so. Kurt, youre the size of a toothpick. Youre going to need backup. I might just be a fashion journalist, but I grew up in New York City."

Pulling out of the parking lot, Kurt asked Unique which way he should turn, and Unique pointed out the directions to get there. They reached the border of New York City, where the land met water, and Unique nodded to the left, after he zoomed in on where the phone had been located. "Its in that old factory." Scrunching up his face, he stepped out of the car again, and stuck his hands on his hips. "Thats so cliché. Why is the lair of every super villain located in an old, creepy factory?"

Kurt frowned at Unique, taking his hand as they headed toward the factory, which, according to a weathered sign, used to hold the raw oil that was pumped out of the ocean. White, chipped towers stood on either side of the rectangular, metal building. Crusty oil leaks bordered the ground, smelling rank, and turning into small flakes whenever their shoes accidentally pierced one of the puddles. "I wonder how we can get in."

Unique walked around to the other side of the building, "There had better be a door somewhere. This is not a spy movie. I am not climbing through any filthy windows." Finally coming across a door that was slightly ajar, he made an appreciative sound and grabbed it, flinging it open. They were hit with a gust of air that reeked like skunk, the hallway dim and dingy, and the air brisk on their bare skin. "Its so quiet in here. Where do you think Blaine is?"

"Lets follow the smell. It seems like its coming from somewhere." Guiding Unique farther down the hallway, Kurt paused when they came to the end of it, and were faced with a large, open room where the odor was strongest. Covering their noses, they crept a few steps forward, looking around at all of the towering buckets of thin water, which had been mixed with a greenish tint, like the unclear water of a lake. There were gallons upon gallons of the liquid, and in the center, there sat a swimming pool of the water, with a crane swinging lazily over the deep, greenish liquid. "What is this?"

"I dont think that we can go swimming in it." Abruptly, Uniques head spun to the right, and he widened his eyes at a slab of wood that had been placed on top of a metal table. "Kurt!"

Looking in the direction that Unique was, Kurt let out a rough sound at the sight of his fiancé, whose limp form had been strapped onto the wood. "Blaine!" He scurried over to his fiancé, who was breathing heavily, wrists and ankles clamped under what looked like thick hooks that were made of some type of metal. His mouth had been stuffed with a gag. His skin looked blotchy, and had been soaked with perspiration. At the sight of Kurt, Blaine struggled against the clamps, but couldnt budge them. Kurt carefully took the cloth out of his mouth. "Blaine, what happened?"

Blaine spat a few times, and once he was done with his coughing fit, he pleaded with Kurt through a raspy voice, "Kurt, you have to get out of here! Leave me! Get to safety!"

Ignoring his desperation, Kurt twisted around to Unique, as he pried at the clamps. "Unique, help me with these! Theyre locked on tight!"

"Theyre made of solid kryptonite." Blaine put in quickly, as his eyes searched the room. "Kurt, all of this is kryptonite. Hes been collecting it-"

"Who has?"

"Back away from him." Kurt whirled around at the sound of a scratchy voice, and his eyes met the plump, wrinkled face of the man who had bullied him during high school, and then had committed suicide. So alarmed that all he could do was back into Blaine, speechlessly reeling, Kurt kept his eyes on Karofsky as he paced over to them, eyes dark and hollow. "You look shocked to see me. Thought I hanged myself, huh? Well, I didnt." When Kurt grabbed one of Blaines arms and leaned away, he curled up his lip, "I guess I should explain myself. Before either of you were born, I was changed into this..." Karofsky looked down at his hands, and he reached out and touched a nearby handle. Without giving a grunt of exertion, he twisted it until it was in the shape of a corkscrew. Kurt inhaled sharply, carefully watching all of that uncontrolled power. "A monster... with the strength to kill."

Karofskys eyes flashed back up to their faces, "I was born in Ohio, but I moved out to New York City because I heard that it was easier to be gay out here. It wasnt. I was at a bar, and I asked a man to get a drink with me. You know what he did? He called his buddies over, and they carried me outside. They threw me into a lake. And do you know what that lake was filled with?" Kurt didnt answer him, and Karofsky snarled. "I was converted into this. And Blaines probably never explained the effects of kryptonite to you fully, has he? It slows down aging. The heart stops pumping as quickly as it used to. We conserve much more energy than the average human does. And I looked young enough that I was still able to pass for a twenty year old. My dads dying wish was for me to finish high school, despite my powers hindering me. So, I went back to Ohio and tried to finish my degree. Even though I knew my attention was supposed to be focused on my studies, I couldnt keep my mind off of those idiots that became obsessed with me, because I was big enough to play for their stupid football team. And I watched you, Kurt, because you didnt care what anyone thought of you. When my dad died, I lost my will to finish school, or even my life. I really did attempt suicide the first time. And thats when you came into my life. I realized that I was tired of people bullying us, Kurt. I didnt want to see the fire in your eyes go out. I returned to New York, and I drained the kryptonite out of the lake. And then I found a collection of it in the ocean. All of this kryptonite... I use it on people who dont like us, Kurt. I try to kill them with it."

Kurt took a deep, shaky breath, his hand clinging to his fiancés shirt, "Then, why did you try to kill Blaine? He was just a child. He didnt even know what sexuality meant."

"Yes, but I knew that his dad was a politician who had made homophobic remarks. When he offered Blaine, I simply took him because I thought it would make him distraught to see his youngest son die. It was my mistake when Blaine lived through the conversion." Karofsky shook his head. "I really did love you, Kurt. And now that were together again, maybe I can change you. Ill never be able to be a human, but you can be like me."

Kurt flicked his eyes up to the crane, his stomach plummeting as he realized what Karofsky meant to do. He shook his head, "No. I wont do it. Youre crazy."

"If you dont get into this kryptonite..." Karofsky took a few steps closer to him. Unique started to put an arm around Kurt, but Kurt shrugged him off, knowing that Unique would never be able to overpower him. "Blaine will go into the kryptonite, and there will be no chance of survival for him."

"And if I dont survive?"

Karofsky smiled sadly, "At least Ill know that I tried." Snatching Kurts wrist, he dragged him closer to himself, and bent his head, nuzzling at Kurts neck. Kurt kept his face stoic, doing his best not to cringe. When Karofsky turned away, Kurt glimpsed over his shoulder at Blaine, who was straining against the clamps. His muscles seized up, and the edges of the bands cut into his wrists. Unique was frantically searching the table for a button, but was coming up with nothing.

As Karofsky pushed Kurt over to a ladder, Blaine roared, "Let him go! Kill me instead!" Throwing himself upward, Blaine yanked at the bands, which were still unbending. "Karofsky! Hes not going to survive! Please!" Kurt continued up the ladder, hearing his fiancés voice become breathier, as his panic increased, "Karofsky, please! I love him! Kurt, get down from there! Let me die instead!"

Kurt closed his eyes as Karofsky jerked his hands behind him, winding them in tape that wasnt as strong as what Blaine was bound in. Counting to ten in his head, Kurt felt himself bend over, and when he reopened his eyes, he found himself face to face with the green liquid. Quivering, Kurt refused to make a noise, and suddenly felt Karofsky lift one of his hands. He cut the end off of his nail, and he held the sliver over the water. Kurt watched him drop it into the tub, and instantly, the water foamed, a gas releasing from the top. Karofsky looked satisfied by Kurts lack of reaction, "Youre not scared?"

Kurt glared at him, "Just dont cut any more of my nails. I just had them done." He shut his eyes once more as Karofsky reached out for the crane and brought it closer, latching it around Kurts middle. Kurt squirmed at the uncomfortable squeeze. Feeling his body raise, he opened his eyes one last time to see Blaine, who was writhing almost pathetically to escape the clamps. Smiling weepily, Kurt whispered, knowing that Blaine would hear him, "I love you."

Karofsky let the crane hover above the bubbling kryptonite, and then he stretched his arm out to press a button. Just before he dropped, Kurt heard something bust apart, and then there was air in his ears. He spiraled toward the kryptonite, seeing the greenish goo get closer to his face, when something smacked his body from the side. With his nose just a centimeter away from the water, Kurt was suspended with his body in Blaines arms. His heart beat rapidly, as he tried to get the power to turn his head. But Kurt was frozen, unable to twitch a finger. Gasping, Kurt squirmed a little as Blaine raised him up. All at once, he heard Blaine make an unattractive noise as he ripped Kurts hands free. Holding out his arms for balance, Kurt glanced behind him, and made a fretful noise at the sight of his foot, which the greenish liquid was dripping off of.

Tears trickled out of Kurts eyes when the cold liquid seeped through his fabric shoe and brushed his foot, already eating its way through the pores of his skin. He finally looked up at Blaines face, but Blaine was looking away, his eyes burning on Karofsky. Realizing that his plan had failed, Karofsky smacked another button, and the walls of the pool went toppling over, the suction between them releasing. Seconds later, the water burst free, splashing everything below it. "Unique!" Kurt screeched at his best friend, who was trapped on the ground, running away from the liquid. Blaine angled his body toward Unique and flew down, grabbing him by the back of his shirt. He hooked Unique under his arm like a football, and flew toward the roof of the building. With a few swings of his foot, he cracked a hole into it, and shouldered his body the rest of the way out.

Inhaling the fresh air, Kurt glanced over at Unique, about to say something to him, when his vision briefly blurred. He gained it back for a split second, but when he tried to focus on Unique, he could feel his eyes rolling back. Everything in his body melted and became hot, as if he had a fever, and he heard Unique shout something at Blaine. With how close his friend was to him, Kurt should have heard him loud and clear, but it was like Unique was ten miles away. Tucking his face into Blaines neck, Kurt whispered faintly, "I would take a bullet for you, even if you can heal yourself."

When Kurt came to, his head felt light, his body like air, floating between a sandwich of nothingness. That was when a finger brushed against his cheek, and Kurt counted the individual wrinkles, felt the slight callous near his cuticle. He noticed that the nail was too long, and had chipped because it had been about a week since itd been trimmed. Ruffling his brows, Kurt stretched out his muscles, "Blaine..." He said wearily, blinking his eyes open. "You really need a manicure."

Above him, someone laughed softly, and when Kurt opened his eyes, they focused on Blaines face, which tears were dripping off of. Before Kurt could even get a good look at his fiancé, Blaine snatched him up in his arms and embraced him, folding him over his shoulder. Despite his confusion of why he was in a hospital, Kurt melted into his fiancés body, nuzzling his face into Blaines cheek. "I was so scared Id lost you. The doctors told me that it wasnt mutating. I thought you were gone. Kurt... please, stay with me."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes trembling under the weight of moisture, "I promise. The kryptonite mutated?" He pulled slightly away from Blaine. "Everythings so different now. I can see the textures in your skin. You dont have as many wrinkles as I thought you would."

Blaine chuckled again, and Kurt threw himself at Blaine, his arms wrapping around his neck. Making a choking sound, Blaine quickly loosened Kurts grip, "Careful. Youre as strong as I am now. How do you feel?"

Kurt spoke honestly, "Like I could run around the world ten times."

"Thats very specific, but completely naturally." Blaine assured him, helping him sit up and supporting his back, even though Kurt didnt need the assistance. "Are you okay?"

Without another hesitation, Kurt grabbed Blaines face and directed it toward his. He kissed him firmly, his lips parting, and his tongue asking for entrance into Blaines mouth. Blaine opened his mouth and quickly gained dominance, sliding the tip of his tongue against Kurts. Kurt abruptly yanked back, nose pointed upward as he sniffed at the air. "Thats... Thats Unique! Is Unique alright?"

"Uniques fine. The doctors told him to wait outside." Blaine grasped Kurts hand and hauled him off of the bed, maneuvering him into his lap so he rested against Blaine. "The police went to that old factory to condemn it and drain the kryptonite. They found Karofskys body. He was smothered in the kryptonite." Kurt released a sound of pity, before he struggled to bring himself upright, without relying on Blaine. He looked down at himself, finding that nothing looked different, but that it all felt different. "What do I do now? Im just like you."

Blaine shook his head, "Youre not just like me. And I dont know about you, but Im never going to leave your side after this. I dont know why it took almost losing you to make me stop being so stupid." At the hopeful look in Kurts eyes, Blaine smiled encouragingly, "Im sorry. I dont know what Im doing. But Im ready to learn. Im ready to be a husband. Im going to keep you safe... be your provider... be the other daddy of your children. Kurt, there are always going to be people who are in danger. But this..." he gestured between himself and Kurt, "this only lasts for so long. And Im going to spend every moment of it at your side... if youll still take me."

Searching Blaines face with his bright eyes, Kurt slowly shook his head. "No." After a few seconds, a huge smile stretched across his face, and he touched a tendril of Blaines hair. "Im just kidding. I wanted to see the look on your face."

Two months later, Kurt married Blaine in the backyard of their new home in the small town called Garden City, which was about forty minutes from New York City-thirty on a day with light traffic. With the money hed earned from his first published book, A Super Man, Kurt paid back his parents loan, and even had enough leftover to start an adoption application. The success of the book came from its ability to apply to any young persons dating life, as it commented on what it took to fall in love in the midst of real life.

Due to the tremendous amount of support the book had been given by the public, Kurt had been given a spot on the New York Times, covering articles on both fashion and relationships. Blaine had soon followed him into the company, taking a position as a crime journalist who got his information through other people, rather than himself.

The wedding went as successfully as Kurt had planned it to, with his parents cheering from their chairs as sweet kisses were exchanged at the altar. Afterwards, Kurt had dragged Blaine out to the dance floor, despite his aversion to swaying his body in a way that could be potentially embarrassing, and had spent the rest of the evening in his arms, spinning around and around. At the end of the night, Kurt and Blaine parted with their guests, and then Kurt squealed with happiness as Blaine snuck him back into their home.

Blaine tromped up to their bedroom, Kurt hooked under his arm, and tossed the giggling boy onto the bed. Instantly, Kurt rose up, floating to the ceiling, where he waited for Blaine to join him. He shed his clothing, letting his shirt plop onto Blaines head. Blaine glared up at him, "You werent this flirty on the night that I took your virginity."

Kurt raised one of his brows, "Are you complaining? Hurry up, old man!" After Blaine stripped down, he lifted himself up to Kurt, and straddled him against the ceiling. Kurt looped his arms around his neck, "Hi, Mr. Hummel-Anderson."

Blaine grinned lopsidedly, "I like that." Kissing Kurts waiting mouth, he pushed Kurts hips down, until his bottom was tilted over his stiff penis. With one thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside of Kurt, who moaned raggedly, his fingers grabbing at Blaines hair. Because Kurt was stronger, Blaine didnt go as gently as he did before his conversion, and pounded into Kurts hole, over and over, without pause. Kurt panted brokenly, trying to match Blaines frantic rhythm. They kissed each other harder, until strands of saliva were connected between them, and their mouths were bruised. Blaine tweaked Kurts nipple, and with a few more rams of his hips, he drove a loud keen out of Kurt, who clamped around him, strands of white squirting from his penis.

Blaine also released his seed, and when they finished, he went right back to snapping his hips into Kurts. It was like this on most nights-an endless cycle of sex, because neither of them wore out, and neither of them wanted to stop. When Blaine positioned himself correctly, he hit an especially sensitive area, and Kurt let out a sharp gasp. He was mewling and clawing at Blaine, his legs winding around his hips, as Blaine rutted into him. "A-Are you using your powers to see where my prostate is again?" Kurt asked breathlessly, lowering his head and kissing one of Blaines nipples.

Kurt burst into airy laughter when Blaine covered his mouth, looking offended, "What a-are you talking about? I know where your prostate is."

"Really?" Kurt kissed Blaine again, his lips light and playful, before Blaine ducked his head and nibbled the pale skin that surrounded his nipple. He brushed his lips onto the pebbled tip, and suckled the red areola. "Just l-like you know that Ill enjoy honeymooning on a cruise?"

"I did a good job of persuading you. I could be a travel agent."

Kurts giggle was winded, as he reached the peak of his pleasure, "The only reason Im going on this cruise is because I know how badly you wanted to. At least we d-didnt marry on a cruise."

"If we had released doves on our cruise, they wouldnt have had anywhere to go, and the ship would have been a mess."

"Thats why you would feed the doves glitter." Kurt arched his back when Blaine hit an especially unnerving spot. "W-Why are we having this argument right now?" Blaine bumped his tip into the spot again, and Kurt groaned deeply. "Oh, Blaine... you feel so good inside of me." Both of them came once more, this last orgasm slower and softer. Even though Kurt had enough energy to start again, he slowly drifted back to the bed, and watched Blaine land on top of him. Smiling down at him, Blaine brushed his sweaty hair back, and chuckled when Kurt nipped at his fingers. "Im glad that youre home with me all the time now." Kurt whispered affectionately, letting himself be rolled to the side as Blaine clasped him to his chest, cradling him like he was a fragile doll. "I love you."

Blaine kissed the tip of his nose, "Love you, too. Youre my super man."

Kurt scurried down one of the aisles near the front of the auditorium, laughter rupturing out of him as he slammed himself into one of the cushioned seats. Unique lowered beside of him, his daughter clasped in the fold of his arms. Lemay, as Unique had decided was the perfect name for her, curiously blinked over her dads shoulder, her large, brown eyes studying the area around her. She was two years older than Kurts youngest child, a daughter named Lizzie, who was a charming girl with waves of brown and honey blond, toppling over a pair of big, hazel eyes. Her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow, and her lips were a pale pink. Despite being only three, she knew many of her manners, and never fussed, and didnt speak out of turn.

While Lemay had been born through a surrogate for Unique and Rodney, Blaine and Kurt had adopted both of their children. Their other was an eight year old boy, and was the reason they were at the auditorium. At the age of four, they had entered Alfie into a private artistic academy, where he had readily signed up for the school musical, and had been cast as the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz. Alfie was a smart little boy, who they always caught reading, and had even had to steal his books from, when he tried to stay up past his bedtime to finish one. With his mess of dark curls and blue eyes, Alfie was a sight for sore eyes, and the entire family always made over him, much to his mortification. After many family gatherings, Alfie had stamped his feet and informed his parents that there were better things he could do with his time than have his cheeks pinched.

As the lights dimmed, Kurt leaned over to Unique and whispered unsurely, "I hope Blaine gets here in time. It would break Alfies heart if he missed his musical."

In the past eight years, Blaine had been better about spending time at home, and had never gone back out to fight crime. He was a good, timely husband, who ate every meal with his family, and went to sleep beside of his husband. Understanding the fear that Kurt had, Unique patted his knee, "Itll be okay, Kurt. You know Blaine."

As if he had somehow sensed them talking about him, Blaine suddenly appeared at the end of their row of seats, and walked down to where his husband sat. Flinging himself beside of Kurt, he kissed his daughters forehead, and then spent some attention on his husbands lips. Before Kurt could question him, he held up a bouquet of flowers. "Happy thirtieth birthday, my love."

Kurt laughed at the kind gesture, and took one of the bouquets of flowers, while Blaine held onto the other one, obviously intending to give it to Alfie at the end of the musical. Lizzie reached out to toy with one of the petals, and she sneezed when the scent of the flower overwhelmed her tiny nose. "Thank you. But Im still young. Youre the old man in this family."

Blaine pinched Kurts chin, "Old? Nonsense. I dont look a day over twenty."

Unique ruffled his brows, "Blaine, your aging might slow down because of your powers, but you do not look twenty. Sorry to disappoint you, old man. Who knows? By the end of the play, you might be rolling out of here in a wheelchair."

Glaring at him, he shook his head. "You two are ridiculous. I am not that old. What do you think, Lizzie? Does my baby girl think that Daddy is old?" When Lizzie tittered at him, Blaine rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat. "Kurt has a birthday, and yet theyre talking about how old I am."

Kurt pointed at his ears. "I have supersonic hearing, so I can hear you grumbling to yourself." He slapped his hand over Blaines mouth, "Now, stop complaining. The musicals about to start! Our little Alfie is destined to be a musical legend."

When the curtains came up, Kurts eyes became very alert, the lights causing them to glitter. Within fifteen minutes, Alfie marched onto the stage in the outfit that Kurt had sewn together-a pair of green pants and a brown vest with large buttons. Kurt had stuffed the shirt and pants with pieces of straw, and as he kicked his legs up, a large clump of straw fell out. Even though his teachers had warned him that, no matter what mistakes happened, the show had to go on, Alfie immediately turned around and scuttled back to the straw, scraping it up. Kurt giggled into his palm, his head falling onto his husbands chest as he watched his son resume his part in the musical.

Alfie stood in the middle of the stage with his arms outstretched, blowing air at the black pieces of paper that were tossed at him, each one cut with wings, so that it resembled ravens. As soon as they stopped flinging the papers, he lowered his head and stared out at the audience. His eyes searched for his parents, so Blaine and Kurt waved at him. He grinned proudly at him, every tooth showing, and luckily didnt wave back.

Once the musical ended, Kurt walked with his family out to their car, which they piled into as Alfie chattered about what his favorite parts to perform were. Blaine buckled him into his seat, smirking at how he went on and on, oblivious to everything that went on around him. As soon as Blaine climbed into the drivers seat, Kurt grabbed his hand, and twisted around to congratulate Alfie. "You were wonderful, Alfie! Where do you want to celebrate? We can go to any restaurant youd like."

"I want to try a soufflé!"

Blaines brow arched up to his hairline, "Where on earth did you hear that word? Little boys are supposed to eat pizza and potato chips."

Alfie held up a finger, "Every artistically minded genius knows what a soufflé is, Daddy. I even know what caviar is, but I dont agree with the practice of taking baby fish away from their mamas. And Ill only eat the soufflé if its made with cage-free eggs. Isnt it sad when they coop those chickens up in cages?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Hes eight. Why does he know these things?"

All Kurt could do was giggle, "He was asking questions one day because I told him that Pavarotti doesnt like to be stuck in his cage for more than a few hours. Hes just like you are. When you stick up for something, youre very firm about it. He takes after you."

"Well, he gets these ideas from you."

Unique leaned his head against the window, "All I want for Lemay to be is a mindless potato. It seems easiest. Im introducing her to technology early."

Kurt, whose hearing had been tuned into any alarming announcements, from all of the weeks that Blaine used to go out and fight crime, turned his head slightly toward the radio. The station that was buzzing in the background was informing everyone within a half hour of New York City that a burglar had just escaped from a bank, and was driving a car through alleyways. Despite his awareness that Blaine wasnt going to go back to the life he used to live, Kurt still flashed his eyes up to him, and watched him reach down for the radio and click to another station. Kurt leaned back in his seat, smiling to himself, as he thought about how he had to let Pavarotti out of his cage when he got home.