“All three of them have been bathed, tucked in, and watered,” Kurt said, walking across the room and climbing up onto the bed to slip into Blaine’s lap, one leg between both of Blaine’s.

“Watered?” Blaine asked with a chuckle.

Kurt shook his head and let his hands reach up to grasp at both sides of Blaine’s neck. “Shut up and kiss me,” he murmured, leaning in to crush their lips together in a hungry kiss.

He slipped his arms back to wrap around Blaine’s neck and pushed forward until their chests were pressed together. Kurt pulled his mouth away from Blaine’s and quickly moved to attach it to the hinge of his jaw, sucking hot kisses across his jaw and down his neck.

“Been too long,” Blaine groaned, his hands pushing up underneath Kurt’s shirt to slide over the warm skin of his sides and back.

Kurt hummed and nodded slightly in agreement, scooting closer to press his knee and thigh firmly against Blaine. He kept kissing down Blaine’s neck, pulling the collar of his shirt to the side in order to suck at his collarbone.

“Papa… Daddy…” A small voice came from behind them.

Kurt jerked backward and whipped his head around to the side look over his shoulder. Lorelei was standing in the doorway in her nightgown, blinking at her fathers. Kurt tried to move away but Blaine suddenly shouted.

“Blaine, baby?” Kurt asked turning to face him and sitting back on his heels.

Blaine groaned and tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “You kneed me in my misters,” he whined, shaking his head.

Kurt bit his bottom lip to try to stop a chuckle, but fail. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, scooting back before climbing off the bed. “Is Papa okay?” Lorelei asked. Kurt licked his lips and walked over to pick her up, holding her against his hip.

“Yeah, Papa will be okay. Let’s get you back to bed,” he said, looking over at Blaine mouthing “I’ll get you some ice” before taking Lorelei down the hall to her bedroom.