They had only been at the cabin for a few hours, but already Kurt had four mosquito bites.

SMACK. "Oh, gross… wait, if there's blood when I kill it, that means it already bit me, doesn't it? Great."

Make that five.

"Can you blame them, baby? Your skin is just so delicious," Blaine mused as kissed his way up his husband's neck, hands wrapped firmly around his waist.

Kurt scrunched his face up at Blaine's comment but still leaned into his touch. He let out a moan, "Ugh, I can't believe you talked me into coming up here."

Blaine smiled, knowing Kurt wasn't really that upset about their weekend trip to upstate New York. "Hey, it wasn't my idea." He kissed Kurt on the lips, slowly at first, but then deepening it. It was his turn to let out a moan, but this one wasn't out of frustration.

"DA-A-AD!"

Kurt smiled against Blaine's lips. Blaine in turn scrunched up his nose at Kurt, and then turned to yell out the open kitchen window, playfully matching the annoyed tone of their daughter, "WHA-A-AT?"

"YOU SAID IT WAS SMORES O'CLOCK!"

Kurt quickly put a hand over his mouth to try and muffle a chuckle. Blaine tried to shoot him an evil look but he himself was laughing.

"Hush, you!" Kurt mimed zipping his mouth shut, but his body still shook with laughter. Blaine walked over to the screen door and opened it, finding his daughter standing by the unused fire circle.

He couldn't help but smile. He and Kurt always wanted a daughter and decided to adopt as opposed to having a biological child. After a couple years and multiple visits to Children and Family Services, they knew Kayla would be the perfect addition to their little family. When they asked her if she was okay with having two dads, she said she didn't care as long as they would tuck her in and read her stories at night. They chuckled and agreed. She rose her eyebrows, held out her hand and made them each shake on it. She had them wrapped around her fingers ever since.

Kayla was standing with one hand on her hip and the other holding a large stick, waiting to roast her first marshmallow. She had on her green Princess Tiana dress overtop a hoodie, some jeans and rain boots.

"Well?" My, she was extra sassy tonight. Blaine shot her a look. "Sorry," she muttered. "Puh-lease can we make smores now, Dad?"

It was Kayla's sixth birthday and she was the one who convinced her dads to go camping. Well, Blaine was all for the idea the minute she suggested it. Kurt only caved after Kayla gave him the saddest pout he ever did see with her pudgy, quivering lips and big, brown puppy dog eyes. He knew she must have learned that trick from Blaine because he saw them High-5 each other as he was turning around to leave the room.

"Yes, baby girl, we can make smores now. Why don't you go help your papa find the chocolate bars and stuff and I'll start the fire, okay?"

Kayla smiled wide, dropped her stick and ran into the cabin. "PAPA!"

Blaine laughed as he started to pile some logs into the fire circle.

It took Kurt and Kayla less time to bring out the smore stuff than the fire to get to the proper marshmallow roasting temperature. Blaine continued to stoke the fire as Kurt and Kayla sang and danced to their own medley of Disney songs.

When the fire was finally ready, Blaine interrupted his two favorite people. "All right, my dears," he glanced down at his wrist where a watch would be if he were actually wearing one. "I think it's finally Smores O'Clock…"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY !" Kayla ran over to where she had dropped her stick as her dads laughed. She grabbed it and dragged it over to the table where Kurt had placed the tray of smore stuff.

"Okay, Bug, hold on." Kurt called out to his daughter before she could tear into the bag of marshmallows. "Lemme help you, okay?"

Kayla nodded her head up and down quickly, indicating she understood, but also that she'd like her papa to hurry up. Kurt picked up the bag of marshmallows, opened it, and tugged one down on the end of Kayla's stick.

Before she had the chance to run over to the fire, Blaine put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks. She looked up at her dad with pleading eyes, but he was in protective mode and could not be swayed by her sad face. "Now baby girl, you need to be very, very careful around the fire because it's very dangerous. You need to stand next to me and we'll roast your marshmallow together, okay?"

Kayla nodded slowly and Blaine smiled. "Okay. Now let's make some smooooooooores!" Kayla's grin returned in full force as she and her dad walked over to the fire.

Kurt sat down in a chair next to the table with the tray of smore stuff. He broke a graham cracker in half and put it and a quarter of a Hershey's bar on a plate, ready for when Kayla was done with her marshmallow. He broke off a corner of the remaining chocolate bar and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly as he watched the loves of his life. Right at that moment, he didn't care that he was getting mosquito bite number six – he was just so happy.

"PAPA, LOOK!"

Kurt smiled as Kayla ran over toward him, pointing at the roasted marshmallow on the stick that Blaine was carrying over toward him. It was burnt at the top and completely uncooked at the bottom, but to all the Hummel-Andersons, it was perfect. Blaine held the stick as Kurt used the graham cracker halves to pull the marshmallow off to make the smore. "Here you go, Bug." He promptly handed the treat over to Kayla, whose eyes were big as saucers. "Bon appétit."

"Thank you, papa!" She took a big bite of the smore, looked up at Blaine and talked through her food, "Mfank oo 'ad."

"You're welcome. Happy Birthday, baby girl."

Kayla smiled as she wolfed down her smore and managed to get marshmallow fluff all over herself. Kurt was prepared and had wet naps on the tray of smore stuff. He took each of her hands gently in his, one at a time, and wiped the goo from her fingers. Blaine laughed as his daughter tried to squirm away. Kurt looked up to glare at him, but his expression softened as Blaine mouthed, "I love you." Kurt smiled and reciprocated, "I love you too."

When Kurt was done with Kayla's hands, she grabbed another marshmallow from the bag and shoved it onto her stick.

Kurt stood up and snaked his arm around Blaine's waist as Blaine called over to their little girl, "Kayla, sweetie, why don't you put a couple more on there… I think your papa and I want some smores too."

Kayla nodded and got to work loading marshmallows onto her stick. Meanwhile, Blaine kissed Kurt and both men couldn't help but smile against each other's lips. Kurt murmured to his husband, "Yeah, I want some more…" They went in for a second kiss when Kayla interrupted them by clearing her throat. Each man raised his eyebrows and looked down at their daughter, who was now standing right in front of them, one hand once again on her hip and the other holding a sagging stick which now had close to a dozen marshmallows on it.

"Are you guys done yet?"

They turned and smiled at each other.

"Never."

The Hummel-Andersons stayed outside well into the night. Kayla hit her sugar high early and then crashed hard. She fell asleep in Blaine's lap, third smore crusted to her hand.

Blaine and Kurt sat back in their chairs and watched the fire crackle from afar.

"Well, I call this night a success. I'm really glad we came up here," Blaine said sincerely.

Kurt laughed through his nose. "Oh, like I had a choice in the matter. You know there was no way I could say no to her and that sad face she put on. I wonder who she learned that from?" he asked in a teasing voice. Blaine chuckled and kissed Kayla on the head. Still asleep, she repositioned herself so that her face was buried closer into his neck.

"I love you so much, Kurt. And Kayla. God, she is the coolest kid," he said with utter reverence as he stared at the remnants of the fire in the fire circle.

Kurt nodded as he followed Blaine's gaze. They sat in comfortable silence for a while longer, watching the coals burning bright.