“Happy anniversary, baby.” Blaine whispered in to Kurt's ear, pressing a light kiss to it to wake him up, grazing his teeth over the lobe as he pulled away to look the man he loved dearly in the eye.

Kurt rolled from his side, the brushing on his ear waking him gently, to his back, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. When they focused, they found the curly haired man that Kurt was undoubtedly in love with. He smiled at Blaine, pushing himself up on his elbows to press his lips to Blaine's. He smiled against Blaine's lips as he felt the other man's hand resting on the inner of his thigh, stroking small circles on the sensitive skin with his finger lightly. “I love you,” Kurt whispered as he watched Blaine bite his bottom lip lightly ( it was something he always did after their sweeter, more gentle kisses), before smiling sweetly at him.

“I love you too.” A suggestive smile spread across Blaine's lips as he slowly slipped his hands in to Kurt's boxer-briefs, rubbing at the point where Kurt's legs joined to his body slowly – teasingly, almost. Kurt's hips lifted off of the bed ever so slightly when Blaine mouthed his hand towards Kurt's already half-hard cock, just barely brushing his thumb over the head when-

“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DADDY!”

Kurt almost jumped a foot in the air, his heart racing as Kurt and Blaine were jumped on by their three children (Blaine had snatched his hand back so fast that Kurt had hissed a little when the waistband of his boxers pinged back against his skin harshly.

“Oh, hey, guys! Is... is it not a little early for you to be up?” Blaine said, his voice calm and full of happiness.

“We wanted to surprise you guys!”, Clara, their oldest, who was fourteen, said, smiling brightly at her dads. Thomas, the middle child, who was five, nodded along, while their youngest, Jade just snuggled in between her dads, not yet able to talk (she was two).

Kurt pulled Jade against his chest, saying “Well, you guys certainly did an awesome job at that, I think my heart's still racing.” He scowled at Blaine as the other man chuckled lightly under his breath. Jade nestled her head under his neck, her caramel curls tickling him slightly (she had her daddy's curls, and the hair colour of her donor and surrogate mother, Kasie).

“Hey, Dad, come on, get up!” Clara said, smiling as she poked Blaine in the hip gently, accepting the hug that he pulled her in to. “Thomas, come here.” She said, opening her arms for her brother to come and join in the hug. When he had shuffled up towards the top of the bed, Clara pulled him on to her lap, not noticing her dads smiling at her.

Clara was a beautiful girl with burning ginger hair, and crystal blue eyes. She was their first child; Kurt and Blaine had adopted her when she was nine, and she had instantly settled in with them. She was a caring girl who was so protective over her siblings – particularly Thomas – claiming that she knew what girls were like. Blaine and Kurt knew differently however. She had had a younger brother, but he had been adopted sooner (having been younger), from the children's home when their parents left, and they knew that she still possessed the motherly instinct after having to take care of him when they were at the home, having to watch out for one another. And Thomas, the one Clara doted over, was a small boy with hair that matched Kurt's, and eyes just the same. He was almost like a mini-Kurt apart from the fact that he had skin that was a shade darker than Blaine's (his donor and surrogate mother had skin like an Italian).

“Daddy B, do you like your pancakes?” Thomas asked, smiling at Blaine. His grin became even broader when Blaine said they were the best he had ever had. And then he asked Kurt about his own food, Clara knew that Kurt was a fussy one, and had put it upon herself to prepare a lot of fruit, telling Thomas and Jade to arrange it nicely on a plate, and that she would put the finishing touch on after; Kurt was sat finishing up his plate of fruit salad and Greek yoghurt – the two younger ones had arranged the fruit like a smiley face, and Clara had put the yoghurt on the plate like hair – when he told them that it was beautiful and that he loved it. After they had all eaten their breakfast, Blaine said that he was taking them on a little surprise, and said that they were all to get ready and to make sure that they looked nice.

Kurt chuckled as he heard Clara whisper-shout to Thomas “He's taking us to Grandma's again!”

Stepping behind Blaine, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, resting his head on his shoulder and whispering in to his ear “Are we going to Grandma's?” He felt the vibrations of Blaine laughing against his chest before he heard him say a 'no', between laughs.

Thomas looked around him in amazement, pointing to everything with his right hand, his left in Clara's own hand. Kurt and Blaine walked on either side of Jade, each of them holding one of her hands, picking her up and swinging her through the air every so often, causing her to giggle happily and grin a toothy smile. They looked at each other as they walked, and light smiles were exchanged. This was a great way to celebrate their six year anniversary; a day with the ones they loved, and Blaine had planned for them to have a picnic in Central Park before the surprise was to come.

When they had finished eating the food that Blaine had prepared the night before, Blaine and Kurt watched the kids play with a soccer ball on the grass from the picnic blanket that Blaine had packed, Blaine sitting with Kurt's head resting in his lap. He pressed a kiss to the brunet's forehead, grinning when Kurt scrunched his nose at the sensation. The family stayed at Central Park for most of the day, packing up late in to the afternoon because Blaine said that the surprise was ready at four thirty, but that it would not take long to get to it as it wasn't too far away.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

Lights flashed as shutters clicked around them. He smiled as he watched his children play with their daddy, and then he was to take pictures with the man he loved, his arms around his waist as he leant forward to let their foreheads rest against one another's. The photographer called out that that shot was a keeper – a really beautiful one – and then there were more flashes and clicks coming from everywhere as the kids smiled at their dads.

The next day, Kurt and Blaine were looking at the pictures, the photographer commenting on some occasionally, saying about how they made a lovely couple, a beautiful family, and how she had loved working with them. With a smile she finalised which photos they wanted printing, whether they wanted a CD with all of them on – they did – and then she said that if they ever wanted another shoot she would happily make time for them whenever they wanted it.

A week later, and Kurt was looking at a large whit box with golden ribbon on it that he had been given by Blaine. As he tried to decipher what was in it, the kids grumbled on about how if he didn't open it now then they would open it for him. He laughed and, with a little prompting from Blaine, eventually opened the box, looking in it to find a large canvas with a black and white photo from the shoot on it. It had all five of them in it, all laying on their stomachs with their chins resting on their hands; Kurt and Blaine were on the edge, with Clara and Thomas on the inside of them, and Jade in the middle. The three kids were smiling at the camera and Blaine and Kurt shared an adoring look over their children's heads. Kurt moved towards Blaine, pulling him in for a hug and telling him how much he loved it, kissing him square on the lips, his hands on each of his cheeks.

Kurt stood on tip-toe to put the canvas up, and as he did, he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist. He smiled as he felt Blaine's weight rest lightly against his back, his warm breath on the back of his neck.

“You know, I think this is even better than our Prom picture.” Blaine muttered against Kurt's neck, brushing his lips against the skin lightly.

“You only think that because you didn't get to wear a tiara in the Prom one.” Kurt giggled, leaning forward slightly, finally getting the canvas to hang properly. He smiled fondly and then turned in Blaine's hold to press his lips to his husband's. “Thank you for the beautiful anniversary gift, Blaine. It's perfect.”

“Like our family.” Kurt nodded in agreement and leant forward for another kiss.