He leaned forward in his chair and read through e-mails on his laptop and from around the corner he could hear the sound of little feet slapping against the hardwood floor followed by a door opening and giggling. He rolled his eyes and smiled slightly as he started to reply to one e-mail sent by his agent. The house is quiet, and much to quiet for having three children inside.

He turned in his seat and listened intently.

“Uh oh.”

Kurt’s brow furrowed and got up from his seat. He smoothed down his shirt and slowly made his way down the hall, peering into the playroom as he passed, and then Wyatt’s room. He sighed and headed further down the hall, finding his and Blaine’s bedroom door open.

He sighed and walked inside the room to see both of his daughters with their backs to him and Wyatt facing him but looking down between them.

“What are you guys doing in here? You know you’re not allowed in my and Papa’s roo-“

He stopped when they turned slowly to look at him. He noticed a bottle in Wyatt’s hand and all of their hands look a bit shiny and Kurt felt his stomach clench up and his head become light. “What… did you do?” he asked, knowing exactly what it is that they did.

“W-We were looking for the Winnie movie…” Wyatt whispered.

Willow nodded and looked down at her hands with a scrunched up nose. “But we found your lotion and… and wanted to have pretty soft hands like you, daddy,” she said softly, “I don’t think this is the same lotion.”

Kurt felt like he was going to curl up in a ball and just die of embarrassment. At least they had no idea what it was they found. He walked over and grabbed the bottle from Wyatt and quickly put it back in the drawer. “You don’t go through drawers in other people’s rooms,” he said firmly before sighing, “But now we’re going to go wash your hands and I’ll set up the movie in the playroom okay? Go to the bathroom in the playroom and I’ll be there in a minute to help.”

The three of them shuffled out of the room with their heads hung and Kurt sat down on the side of the bed with a loud huff. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

To Blaine (12:37):
Your children don’t know boundaries and are little snoops and now you have to buy new lube on your way home.