"Oh shit," Kurt swore loudly to himself as he looked in the mirror while getting ready for work.

"Thats a dollar in the swear jar Dad," Juliette sang out as she walked passed Kurt and Blaines room.

"Juliette," Kurt sighed as he called out to his youngest daughter.

"What?" she called back from her room.

"Go and get your father for me,"

"Papa," Juliette yelled, still from her room.

"I could have done that," Kurt sighed to himself as he heard Blaine running down the hallway.

"Sweetie, whats wrong?" Kurt heard Blaine ask, sounding breathless and worried.

"Dads having a crisis, he needs you in the bathroom," his fifteen year old replied.

"Eww, that sounds like code for something gross," Ella called out from her room.

"Not the time," Kurt said loudly, still at his place in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked carefully as he stuck his head around the bathroom door, "Are you ok?"

"No Blaine, Im not ok," Kurt said, his tone tense, "Does this look ok?" he asked, his fingers pointing up to his hair. Blaine took a step closer to inspect what Kurt was pointing about.

"I dont understand, I dont see anything different?" Blaine replied, sounding confused, still looking closely at Kurts hair.

"Its grey Blaine," Kurt said matter of factly.

"Sweetie, its not grey," Blaine said smiling softly at his husband.

"Blaine, here, look," Kurt placed both his hands on either side of Blaines face and pulled his head closer to his own, "Right here," Blaine blinked a couple of times, adjusting his focus. Upon closer look, Blaine noticed the single, short strand of grey hair.

"Oh sweetheart," Blaine whispered, trying to hide his smile.

"Im old Blaine," Kurt replied quietly, leaning his forehead against Blaines, closing his eyes.

"Youre not old Kurt," Blaine whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against Kurts lips.

"Yes I am. Im forty five," Kurt said with a pout.

"Forty five isnt old, Kurt," Blaine said, his arms coming up to wrap around Kurts neck, "But if you want, I can help you fix it?"

"Please," Kurt asked, his eyes meeting Blaines, silently pleading him to do something to help.

"As you wish," Blaine smiled as he pecked Kurts nose. Before Blaine even had a chance to say anything else, Kurt was out of his arms, out of the bathroom and rushing into their bedroom, pulling Blaines black nylon cape out from the bottom drawer and fastening it around his own neck before sitting himself down in Blaines chair without a word, "That was fast," Blaine laughed as he followed Kurt into their bedroom.

"I dont want to much around with this Blaine," Kurt replied, "Now do what you have to do,"

"Ok," Blaine smiled again as he stepped up in front of Kurt, pushing his hair from side to side before finally pulling at something.

"Ouch," Kurt gasped as Blaines hand came away from his head after he felt a quick and sharp pain, "What was that for?" he asked, rubbing gently at the spot.

"Fixed it," Blaine grinned, holding up the single grey hair as evidence.

"You cheeky bastard," Kurt said, swatting at Blaines hand, "Now youre just promoting premature balding by pulling out my beautiful hair,"

"Kurt," Blaine said, his voice lowering as he reached forward to undo the cape from behind Kurts neck, dropping it on the floor once it was undone, "You worry too much," Blaine said with a grin as he climbed up to straddle Kurts lap, knees resting on either side of Kurts hips, his hands moving again to cup Kurts cheeks before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"Gross," Kurt and Blaine quickly pulled apart at the sound of their two daughters complaining, in unison, about the act of romance displayed in front of them.

"Bedtime girls," Blaine called out, smiling at Kurt again and leaning forward for another kiss.

"And people wonder why we dont want Papa cutting our hair in that chair,"

Both Kurt and Blaine chuckled into the kiss at the sound of Juliettes departing words.

"Well, we know where she gets it from," Blaine sighed.

"Cooper," they both replied with a nod before moving in for yet another kiss.