Blaine's Pov

Chapter 5: “What you are worth”

‘Please get some rest. Please. And have a good next few hours.
Please..... have a good next few hours....'
It was ringing in my head on a loop.
Please rest and have a good next few hours...
I was going to obey. Absolutely. I could never dream of defying sir Kurt. He is amazing and the kindest dominant man Ive ever met. I wish......
I didnt let that thought complete itself.
Wishful thinking, and to dream of it would only make me pathetic. I cant have him. I was just unclaimed, and I have too much baggage, hello?! What are you thinking Blaine?! He wouldnt even want you. 
With Wyatt suckling sound of the pacifier gone, as hed dropped it upon falling asleep, I went to slowly and soundly put him down to sleep comfortably in the bassinet Kurt bought for him.
I was so grateful. Kurt saved me and my kids lives. He truly did. Because losing my kids.... it wouldve killed me. Nothing less. And if he hadn't come with us to get on that bus, we'd have never gotten here. Even though I am not his submissive, whether he is my Dom or not, I will obey him. Because this is his home and I owe him everything.
He said to get some rest, so, I went to lie on the guest room bed beside the bassinet, and try to drift off to sleep. Because Kurt is right. I am really tired.

…………………………………………………………………………. 

I dropped to my knees.
“Please Kurt….. Let me make you feel good sir? I really want to, please?”
I couldnt handle a no. I need to be dominated. I needed sir Kurt to own me.
And then in the sexiest most owning dominant voice Ive ever heard, he said, “well, since you asked so nicely my love."
My hands trembled as I tried to undo his jeans button, my eyes surely glimmering with need. I needed him, and maybe because he didnt have a sub, until now, he needed it as badly as I did.
And its perfect because I need him to claim me.... own me. 
With his zipper finally down, and his shaft poking through, I wasted no time before putting the warm flesh in my mouth. 
I WAS PRACTICALLY salivating for it.

Goodness how wonderful he tastes. Like vanilla cream, but more savory. Every time I let my tongue swirl over the tip, I swallowed. I could never have enough of my Dom within me.

Never.

………………………………………………………

I woke with a startling gasp. I was sweating a bit and Wyatt was still heavily asleep beside the bed I was on, so I must not have been asleep for very long. Which I clarified when I stopped breathing for a few moments to listen out for Kenna. It didn't sound like she was awake either. Surely if she were awake, she'd be making some sort of sound. She was a toddler after all.

So Kurt wasn't yet home. 
I sighed a deep relieving breath that I was not caught sleeping by Kenna or Kurt. Kenna would definitely be causing mischief had she been awake alone... but Im mostly relieved because after that dream......
My cock had swelled as I slept.... and its almost painfully hard..... I wanted it to go away and desperately tried to think of something else. Smelly pubic hair, baby food, acne... but for everything I thought of that was supposed to help turn off my desire for Kurts' dominance, a new visual of being dominated by sir Kurt pushed it away, and made my breath stutter, and my hard on simply threatened to get harder...

Kurt sitting naked above me.

Kurt running his fingers through my hair as I sit at his feet...

Those thoughts, had me grabbing my hard penis and stroking it quickly, desperate for a release.

I havent masturbated in a long time. I wasnt allowed to with Eli because he said I didnt deserve it. Plus he never took care of me either as it was my job to take care of him. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have my anatomy touched when it was hard. Kurt isn't around, but I cant stop thinking about him now that my previous lusty dream thoughts have completely taken over my mind.
So in order to help me finish, I gave into my desires.. Sir Kurt wouldn't be home for a while I'm sure because Wyatt is still sleeping, so it shouldn't have been much more than 45 minutes since he left. Wyatt never slept passed an hour and half, and for the last half hour, he's not in this deep of sleep as he is in now.

So I let my heads fantasy swim free, beginning with the thought of sir Kurt's Beautiful blue eyes looking down at me.
His perfectly chiseled features, pale skin that turns just the faintest of dark pink when he is frustrated with Kenna, his dynamic smile that makes my knees go weak. I was already close because of the dream, but now, thinking of a scenario of me on my knees, begging sir Kurt…. with my behind flesh against his groin and his long cock pressing against my...                       “Oh...” I moaned aloud... Or maybe it came out a sigh.
I was orgasming…...

"Hey Blaine, do you want to come help me make-" 
Sir Kurt! I jumped at the same time that my head spilled over into my hand.
"Oh no, God, I am so sorry! Oh!" Kurt exclaimed quickly shutting the door to the room I was in. 
I was mortified...
I am an imbecile...
I am ashamed...
What was I thinking?!
I need to be punished.
Only after I had been caught did I think about the defiance I was partaking in. How could I be such an idiot? I was touching myself in a Doms house and without his permission...
Oh god! I deserve to be slut shamed...
I am not worthy of being here... No……

I've ruined everything….

Kurt's Pov

Breathe, count to 10. Breathe, count to 10..... You've seen a subs penis before. Relax. This is nothing new...
Oh God…..

I cannot believe I didn't think to knock… I know this is my house, but still….. Oh geez. But this isn't just a penis either… It Blaine's!!! And I know I didnt see much, but he was...... finishing, when I walked in...... Or starting to anyway... oh geez.. I can't believe I interrupted.....
I started having these dominant feelings swimming through me, and I had to remind myself, ‘He's not yours Kurt. Not yours. You cant help him relieve himself because its your job to take care of him because it's not. He is not your sub....'
And,

‘You cant punish him for touching himself without permission because hes not your sub'.   
Well then what do I do?!
But before I could even figure out how to go about handling this, Blaine came out of the room and dropped to his knees before me.
"Kurt, sir, Im so sorry sir. I dont know what I was thinking! To touch myself without permission, I am so sorry sir, it will never happen again, but please, I accept any punishment you find appropriate! Im sorry sir Kurt.”

My head was spinning.....

The smell of Blaine's arousal was sweating off of him, making my senses frenzy. His scent…… It was musky and manly and… what is that spice I smell? Is that cinnamon maybe?

He was intoxicating! Everything about him. He was amazing…….

I was roused from my staring and thoughts with another plea from my sub--, the subs' voice.

“Please sir! I deserve to be punished! Anything you want sir! I am a worthless sub sir… I'm sorry…..”

I had to get down to Blaine's Level now to put a halt in his negative thoughts, despite how fast my own thoughts were racing.

“No Blaine! You are not worthless. You are a good boy.” I told him with a caring hand cupping his cheek. “Please Blaine, don't speak about yourself that way.”

Blaine fervently shook his head though. “No sir, I'm sorry. I am not a good boy. I was disobeying! I was touching what wasn't mine… And I brought myself to orgasm sir…. I deserve to be punished.” Blaine continued to plead sobs.-

I continued to shake my head at him. “No Blaine…”

But Blaine was in complete submissive shame. It had been so drilled into his head that he was a bad sub.

I lifted his chin to meet my eyes because he needed to hear me. Really hear me. “No Blaine. I am not going to punish you and you are not a bad sub. I am not your Dom and it is not against my rules for you to touch yourself. Do you hear me? It's okay.”

I hugged him close to me though it was awkward as I was standing and he remained on his knees. I could tell though that he continued to block out my words as his body wracked with sobs. But when I said his name sternly, he finally my eyes.

“Blaine. Unless I claimed you without us knowing it, you didn't disobey Blaine.”

Blaine hung his head low now, our eye contact seeming too much for him.

I maneuvered myself to sit beside Blaine on the floor in the doorway of the guest room, and I grabbed him to hold tight to my chest.

A sleepy Kennedy came shuffling out of my room and rubbing her eyes holding on to a little puppy I'd reluctantly given her to cuddle with for her nap. (I've had that Margaret thatcher puppy for years and I'd dreaded her ruining it.)

Seeing her daddy on the floor, she smiled even though she was sleepy. Standing across from us, she asked, “Is daddy in trouble?”

I didn't answer her because I was focused on trying to calm Blaine down so that he would relax into subspace and let himself hear what I have said to him. But Blaine nodded his head at his daughter (Of course he's listening to the three year old) and pulled his hair no doubt at his shame for having his daughter see him this way.

I'm sure this wasn't the first time.

Kenna became even more excited and awake now. “Can I Watch?!” She moved closer to us.

I put a quick hand up to her though.

“Kennedy! Go back to the room please. Now. Daddy is not in trouble.”

“Hmph!” the three year old pouted, and scoffed, “But-!”

“Now Kenna! Go please.” I really didn't intend to yell at her so harshly, but honestly, she doesn't listen, and she needs to learn somehow. She really does. And Blaine just doesn't have it in him to yell at her. Not right now.

The little girl finally turned and retreated back into my room with a groan and a stamp of her feet.

That little girl….. But she wouldn't be a problem at all if it weren't for freaking Eli….

‘Can I watch?' What kind of twisted man lets their toddler daughter watch him punishing their parent? Punishment is private for one thing, but secondly, it can be sexual which isn't appropriate for kids to be seeing, and third, this specifically, sends the message that when a sub doesn't listen, they should be humiliated?

I wanted to punch that mans' face out every single time Kenna opens her mouth to speal.

I'm sorry master….” Blaine cried again.

“Blaine, stop it! Don't call me master. It's Kurt!”

“I'm so sorry m-Kurt, I'm sorry!” He whimpered, cowering away from my chest.

And with that reaction, I felt like an idiot again…. Damnit! As if he isn't fragile as it is! I am a moron! Snapping at him…..

I quickly grabbed the sub back into my arms and shushed him calmly. “I'm sorry Blaine. I wasn't speaking to you harshly, I just don't want you to call me master. I am not your master and I will NEVER do what he did to you Blaine.. Shhhhh.. You're safe…..”

But Blaine still wouldn't allow himself to hear me. He just would not hear me. It was as if his ears were literally denying any comfort access.

“Blaine…. Shhhhh honey please calm down. You're okay. You're not in trouble. You aren't a bad boy. You're okay Blaine.” I soothed.

Blaine's head continued to shake and sobs wracked his chest.

I just held him tighter.

After a few minutes had passed, and Blaine's breathing had somewhat slowed, he turned to me and sniffled, “Sir, why aren't you punishing me?”

I squeezed Blaine tight to assure him that he is safe before pulling him apart from where his back met my chest. I kept my eyes locked on his ready to say something deep and heartfelt. Something dominating, but kind and assuring. But I didn't really have anything to offer but a sincere look. Because really, what could I say to him?

He is so broken… Should I just give him what he thinks he deserves?

No! I will not do that. He does not deserve a punishment for breaking a rule that doesn't exist.

Yet….

Wait yet?

I shut up my mind though to get back to my original train of thought.

Should I punish him?

I mean, if I think about this logically, had he been my sub and playing with himself in my absence, I probably would have………

……………………………fantasy thoughts……………………………..

I couldn't wait to get home and inside. I missed my love so much more that could bear to relay. Not only was I just back from a 4 week-long trip for work, but on the way home, I stopped to pick up some groceries. I'm going to be cooking a fancy meal for us tonight and I was also excited to show my love what I got him at the grocery store. They usually only sold it in the winter and in only a few grocery stores, so I was lucky I found it. Not to mention, how fast it sells out. Its great coffee.

I got inside to see nanny Mercedes on the floor vrooming cars with little 1 year old Wyatt. Kenna was in Pre-K for another couple of hours and I'm thinking I'll keep Mercedes here for a full day to get the extra cash and give Blaine and I some time alone.

Mercedes never has objections to more hours, staying late or getting the kids out of the house to give us a break. She adores them.

Blaine was probably napping after a tiring morning with Wyatt, not to mention, when I'm gone on my trips, Blaine gets very low energy and needs a lot more sleep. I hate myself for it, but he claims to love it because he can dream about me all he wants. I know he only says it to make me feel less horrible about leaving, but I need to work. I have three mouths to feed.

“Hey Kurt! How was your flight?” Mercedes asked quietly spotting me after I set the groceries on the bar.

Wyatt of course looked up and squealed, “Da!” And I swooped him right up to give him a thousand noisy kisses to keep him quieter. Him yelling “daddy!” came next, and I don't want to wake Blaine upstairs.

Wyatt's eyes were bright and loving. Though he didn't have much concept of time, he still can understand the basic, I have not been here consistenly for a while. He held me tight in a long hug, the car he hadn't let go of digging into my just a bit. We missed one another.

“Da….” He whispered this time nestling himself into my neck.

“Yay Wyatt, dad's home! I told you huh?” Mercedes taunted him. Wyatt started to wriggle and reach back down to Mercedes and hugged her, happy she told him the truth.

The pair of them resumed their car game and I dug into a bag on the bar to grab the coffee and started upstairs to surprise my babe with being home early to join him for his midday nap.

I came through our bedroom door silently, to see my Blaine belly down on the bed, ass arched upward and his hand pulling below at his very much erect cock.

‘Oh' I though, my head started to whirl and my own cock beginning to twitch.

“Unh…” Blaine moaned, rubbing out his orgasm, unaware of my snooping.

I simply leaned against the door frame waiting for him to finish. He wasn't far from doing so, and it'd be cruel to stop him since he can't hear me, and he's this close and wrecked.

His punishment can stall for a while.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, Kurt, Yes….. Unh… Ah!”

 I was fully hard myself now. That is my good boy….. Thinking of me. Just as it should be. I knew he would be but there was still very few things more satisfying than hearing my sub moan my name.

Blaine's pelvis fell onto the bed and his body relaxed as he'd just finished.

Seeing his smile as he reached over to hug my pillow and sigh contentedly. I really hate leaving him. I wish I could always be here with him to hug. And how can I punish a submissive so darn sweet. I set the coffee at the coffee table behind Blaine and continued to slide behind Blaine under the sheet that tried to cover him and wrapped my hands around his midsection.

“I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself my love.”

I succeeded in not startling him thankfully and he slowly let his eyes flutter open and shifted in front of me to make us face to face.

“Master Kurt…. Hi!” He said with a drowsy excitement.

I smiled at him, and lowered my hand to smear some leftover cream on the tip of Blaine's anatomy.

He glanced down at my hand touching him and looked back at me guiltily. “I am sorry sir for playing with myself. I just couldn't help it sir. I was missing you.” He practically moaned at me, sending a shiver straight to my groin.

I stroked his wild curls and left kisses on his temple and cheek.

“How long are you home? Please say more than a week.”

His eyes were pleading me to say more than a month. It happened rarely, but it's happened before.

“Four to 5 weeks this time babe.”

Blaine smiled and let me kiss him hello, happy to finally be home.

“I'm so happy you're back. And staying for long.” Blaine cried, almost merging his skin to my body's skin beside him.

“Me too.” I replied. “And as for the orgasm love….” I started and trailed off as Blaine caught my eye, batted his eyelashes and bit his lip waiting to hear what his punishment would be… “I think you can be punished later. Maybe some lines, and definitely some denial to release later since you've already so easily don't so without me. That sound fair love?”

Blaine blushed a deep scarlet and buried his head half in my chest and half in the pillow beside it. “Yes master Kurt. You always give very fair and perfect punishments. I love you.”

I wasted no more time, took no more hesitation getting up and unbuckling my pants, and without another word, I pulled Blaine's loose night sweats the rest of the way down from where they rested halfway down his supple round cheeks. I lined myself up with his entrance.

It actually turns out, it's a good thing that Blaine was previously playing himself and aroused, because I can forget the use of any lube. Of course, I usually could with Blaine. Benefit of having a Dominant submissive relationship so strong and Blaine being perfectly obedient. A subs body that is in tune enough with their Doms can prepare themselves for intercourse without any prompting but the feeling of their Dom's wants and needs.

The second I touched Blaine's thigh with my sensual soft moving hands, he was ready for me.

“Sir Kurt……” He moaned, lifting his behind from the bed in need.

He had already come himself, but being my submissive, my pleasure is his pleasure. He could touch himself to orgasm all he wanted when I was away, but he would NEVER be as fully satisfied as when he brings me to finish as well. The magic of a claim.

Before I could enter into my ready subs heat, I remembered the groceries on the counter bar.

My stall was making Blaine jitter beneath me in impatience. “Please master…” He moaned.

Of course! I snapped out of it. Mercedes will get it. Duh! That's why I got a nanny. She probably already put everything away.

With a clear head, and no more thoughts but my beautiful man beneath me, I pushed my length into my subs slick entrance with ease.

The only way I get through my traveling for work is by remembering the perfection that I soon get to come home to. A beautiful baby son whose eyes light like the stars when I walk through the door. A talented daughter who as much as she can be bratty, she can be equally sweet and loving. Every chance she gets, she finds me to have the longest and most heartfelt and big girl conversations with me. And lastly, my Blaine. My perfectly submissive Blaine. People simply don't come any more perfect than Blaine. He had a hard time with staying balanced when I was gone. Even with Kenna's behavior having improved tremendously, Blaine still battled with not being dominated or fighting dominance from sources other than me. So when I come home, not only does he sweat submission and positivity, he becomes balanced and whole. He needs me like I am his only air.

He certainly is the best air I will ever breathe. When I am away, I am only half as well. We need each other. I need him. My submissive…. My Blaine……..

………….~~~~>>>>>>…………………………………………..<<<<<<<<~~~~~……….....

I mentally smacked myself….. Kurt, get these thoughts out of your head! He doesn't belong to you! And you cannot let these thought occur or they'll take over your mind. You travel far too much of the year to be responsible for an unclaimed sub as his children as well!?

They're not yours. He's not yours. Not yours!

It was running in my head on a loop and would not go away.

Another sob wracked through Blaine's chest and I snapped out of my self-berating. I'd been thinking about my own thoughts in the past minute or however long it had been, that I had let myself stop focusing on Blaine's needs. His care is the most important and I am a shitty Dom already…

Of course I shouldn't be thinking of claiming him…. I can't imagine him being mine, because I would fail him. I'm already failing him.

“Blaine….. Sweetie… You are not going to be punished. Please hear me. I want you to calm down and tell me you understand me. You are not going to be punished.”

Blaine sniffed and looked at my eyes now.

“Why aren't you going to punish me sir? I was touching what isn't mine… I brought myself to orgasm… I'm a bad sub…”

I shook my head at him and caught his chin before he could drop his head to the floor. “No Blaine. Your own anatomy is yours Blaine. You are not claimed by Elliot anymore. His rules are no longer valid for you to follow honey.

“But, Blaine started, attempting to loosen himself out of my hold on him. “You are a Dom and taking care of us. I shouldn't have been doing it on the bed you've let me rest on. I'm so sorry sir Kurt…”

I started to stroke Blaine's hair. He really had to be the sweetest man I have ever met.

“Okay Blaine. What did I tell you to do when I left?” I asked. Surely he'll be able to see he's not bad when he remembers what I actually told him.

“You told me to enjoy myself and get some rest, sir.”

I just stared at him, waiting for him to realize himself, that he had done nothing wrong in my eyes.

After about a minute that Blaine did not respond, he met my eyes waiting or some sort of instruction.

“Did you enjoy yourself Blaine?”

Blaine nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Did you get some rest like I told you?”

Blaine nodded again. “Yes sir. I would have stayed asleep, but-“ he cut himself off and turned red.

I don't know if it was simply my curiosity or if it was my own fantasy hard on that had still lingered from a few minutes ago, but I want him to keep talking.

“Tell me Blaine.”

Why did I say that? Kurt you're an idiot!

Blaine blushed and looked at the ground. “I was dreaming sir. I had a fantasy of being dominated by someone loving and… gentle.”

Blaine's shyness told me everything. He was being dominated by me.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a few moments, trying to chase away the thoughts that were building in my head. And chest. And pants. I stroked Blaine's cheek. But with his eyes boring onto my face, I need to get out of this hallway. I need to find a way to excuse myself before I take this glorious sub right here and dominate him until he can't see straight. Or I just need to get myself a release.

I tried to snap out of it, but my head was so cloudy, swirling and spiraling with dominant thoughts.

Bending Blaine over my bed and being deep inside of him. Thoughts of having Blaine knelt between my knees sucking me, moaning as he did so' my cum in slow spurts shooting into his heat, being slowly savored and then swallowed.

I tried to hold back a shudder.

“Daddy! Mr. Kurt!!!”
….... Kenna.......
Blaine and I both jumped at the shriek from the little girl and scrambled off of the floor to run into my bedroom. She had screeched like she had seen a ghost.
"Kennedy? Baby whats wrong?" Blaine asked, all evidence of his previous upset with himself gone. He was suddenly a father again at the drop of a hat.
"Spider!!!!!!" She yelled pointing at the wall across from her.

It was a small little think, but it was black and ugly, so sure it should frighten a 3 year old.
Blaine's shoulders visibly relaxed and I smiled. Looking terrified and crying for her daddy was probably the cutest thing Kenna had done since I met her. I realize that she called for Blaine and me, but I am trying to push that out of my thoughts before I read too much into it.
Its just because Im dominant. She sees me as someone stronger and bigger than her. Thats all.
Thats all.

No doubt from hearing his sister's loud toddler scream a few moments ago, Wyatt started to scream awake in the room beside mine and Blaine and I both turned on our heels to go and retrieve him.
“Wait! You didnt kill it!!!" Kenna cried. "Daddies DONT LEAVE!"
I stilled in my skin. 
She just said daddies….

Calm down Kurt. She only said that because she is used to being in a home with two men as her fathers. Not because she sees you as a dad. How many spiders had Blaine probably killed for the little girl this year?! Seriously! Probably tons! For goodness sakes, they've only been here a week Kurt! Get it together! Obviously Elliot was a man. More than likely, he was taller than Blaine, and he obviously had the same color hair as me, hence his daughter's Sandy shade of curly locks that didn't match her fathers' dark brown. Which the curl of course came from Blaine. It is surely easy for her to not remember that shes not home with her daddies. Shes three years old!

I broke myself from my clouded reverie again to focus back on the scene I was in. Blaine was looking at me pleadingly as if begging me to tell him how to be two places at once. I was about to ask if he would like me to get Wyatt, but with his state of mind, he needs me to be dominant with him, not for me to ask.
“Ill get Wyatt Blaine. You kill Kenna's monster.”
Kenna whined, “Spiders are really monsters?!” She cried dramatically.
Oh crap… My bad. Ill have to fix that later. Darn. Im an idiot. Oops.
I walked a little ways down the hall into the guest room to retrieve baby Wyatt from the bassinet where he was wailing his head off.
I hadnt seen the baby cry this much since our first meeting in Canada's train station. He really was a quiet and sweet baby.

I picked him up and cradled him close. 
“You're okay buddy.” I crooned. “Shh shh shh shh. Shh shh shh.” Id learned that the simultaneous shushing noise worked wonders for getting this boy to calm down quickly. 
Apparently, its a reminder of the womb. 

Wyatt eyes were beginning to drift closed as he fell back into a slumber when-
“Yay! Take that you monster!!!!!!”, was yelled at the loudest volume Id ever heard.
Wyatt resumed crying loudly. 
Oh geez. For a girl so small, she certainly could be loud.
Looking down at baby Wyatt as he cried, and slowly started to calm, I noticed how beautiful he was again. I had to remember to ask Blaine on another day what Elliot looked like so that I can picture him. Kennedy was a beautiful girl as well, and I know that she looks like him.

But God, I want to think of him as this dirty, nasty jerk face that might just be attractive if he showered but never did so he was ugly! And disfigured, and gross.
Is that immature of me? I hate him for damaging Blaine's sense of self, and this beautiful baby? I hate what he did to them both, and what he has been teaching Kennedy was right. I wanted him and menaces like him to disappear from the earth. I hate to think that he is good looking.

Kennedy was gorgeous and looked like Blaine in some ways, but she certainly received some features from her father. And looking down at Wyatt, he barely looks like Kennedy. They share eye shape and color. Blaine's eye shape, both green in color. 
Honestly though, Wyatt resembled me. Which was completely uncanny and coincidence.
"You're okay baby boy. Shhhhhh..." I started to shush him again, this time, it taking a little more consoling to quiet him down, but with a slight dominant edge laced in my voice, "Wyatt, you are not alone. Enough crying baby...", he made it. 
When I tried putting him down though, he would start to fuss again.
Babies cant be fully dominated. Any dominance given to an infant provides temporary obeying. Babies brains arent fully developed, so they do feel calm by obeying, but they cant remember the command for more than a few seconds to minutes after it's originally given.
I tried a third time to put him down, and he was downright angry and cried again louder, with a more shilling tone, so I gave up and just held him walking out to the living room to join the father and daughter.

Kennedy was basically hug attached to her daddys leg singing, “Daddy got spider! Daddy got spider!"  

"Sir Kurt, is Wyatt okay sir?" Blaine asked, his voice in a sort of panic. He mustve been uncomfortable with not being able to comfort his crying baby. This was really the first time hed cried so hysterically since they've been here. 
I handed the baby slowly to his father, and as asleep as he was in my arms, he seemed to snuggle closer into Blaine's, content with daddys touch. “He's just fine Blaine. Kenna's scream just startled him awake.”
“Oops…. Sorry brudder.” Kenna said up to her brothers sleeping form. Blaine hugged the baby bundle closer to him.

I smiled.
He was a good baby, he deserved to be spoiled by sleeping in someones arms.
"Thank you daddy for killing the monster spider! It was gonna eat me!"
Blaine smiled like he was the happiest person that existed.
A gorgeous baby that adored him in his arms, and a daughter who was loving and appreciating him in this moment.

I must admit, this sweetheart Kenna was very nice to see. Kenna had only been kind to her father on a few occasions since they all arrived. When saying goodnight, when giving her treats, and when giving her something she wanted. Like bows in her hair when he styled her pigtails, or an extra silly accent when reading time came.
Id not yet seen her genuinely appreciative of something her dad did, so seeing her now on the ground hugging her dads leg and verbally expressing a ‘Thank you', was a great site to see.
Kenna may not be so hard to teach after all. She does have a long way to go, of course and I know not to let one moment of sweetness deceive me, but what I thought may become a complete nightmare, may not be so much that. A challenge, yes. But I am up to it. And I think Blaine would be too.
"You're very welcome Kenna bear." Blaine said, and leaned down to kiss her hair.
Blaine may have been unlucky in being unclaimed..... But he was a very lucky man in ways too. 
He has no idea really. No idea of what and how much he is worth.