“Poppy, will you tell me a story?” Courtney asked as she climbed into her grandfather’s lap, her curly blond pigtails bouncing with every movement. 

“Of course, little love,” Kurt said, wrapping his arm around her. “Which story do you want? The princess and the dragon? Or maybe the one about the cats?” 

“No, I want the swipe one!”

“Oh boy, we’d better get your Grandpa in here for that one then. He tells it much better than I do.”

Excited, Courtney stood up in Kurt’s lap, wobbling a bit before Kurt steadied her and prevented any unfortunate movements. She leaned over the sofa's backrest and shouted loudly enough for Blaine to hear it from the other side of the house, “Grandpa! Come quick!”

“Courtney! We don’t shout in the house,” Kurt admonished her as he pulled her back down. 

“Sorry, Poppy,” she said before they were interrupted by Blaine running into the room, a half naked baby in one arm and a clean diaper in the other.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frantically looking around to spot the emergency.

“Nothing, love. Court was just a little too excited for storytime,” Kurt reassured him.

Blaine sighed in relief. “You shouldn’t scare me like that, sweetie. I thought something bad had happened.”

“I’m sorry, Grandpa,” Courtney mumbled with her head hung low. “But Poppy said that you had to tell the story.”

Blaine chuckled and readjusted his hold on the squirming baby. “I’d love to. I’ll just finish changing Logan’s diaper, and we’ll be right back, okay?”

Satisfied, Courtney sat back down and snuggled her way back into Kurt’s arms. “Poppy, why do you call Grandpa love? That’s what you call me.”

“You’re right, I do. Do you know why?” Kurt asked her, lightly running his hand up and down her back.

“Because you love us lots?”

“Exactly. Your grandpa is the big love of my life, and you, your brother, your mom, and your uncle are my little loves. Because I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.”

“Hey, that’s from my book! Mommy reads that to me,” Courtney said, looking up at Kurt in wonder. 

“That’s right,” Kurt said proudly, leaning down slightly to kiss her hair. “Did you know that Grandpa and I read that book to your mommy and Uncle Jules when they were babies? And now your mommy reads it to you.”

“That’s really cool, Poppy,” she said, laying her head on his chest and stifling a yawn. “Uncle Jules is silly.”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at that non sequitur. “Yes, he is. I blame your grandpa for that one.”

Blaine and Logan entered the room then and saved Kurt from having to explain further. He sat down next to them, snuggling into Kurt’s other side with the baby resting against his shoulder. “So, what’s this story that I’m supposed to be telling?”

“The swipe one, Grandpa,” Courtney said around her thumb that had made its way into her mouth.

Blaine’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Oh, that’s a good one, sweetie. Great choice. You’d better get comfortable, because this is an epic one…

“You see, it all started about forty years ago on a rainy spring evening. I had just visited Nana Pam in Ohio, and I was waiting at the airport to fly back home to New York. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when the prettiest man I had ever seen sat next to me. 

“I knew straight away that he was the right man for me, but your Poppy, well, he needed a little more convincing…”