“He’s definitely getting faster at that,” Kurt said, a note of approval in his voice.

Blaine smiled at their son crawling around the floor just outside the metal gate protecting their Christmas tree. “Limited time only! He’ll be walking soon.”

“They really do grow up so fast, like everyone says,” Kurt said sadly. “Hey, let’s preserve this for posterity!” He scooped Colin up in one hand and plopped him down at one end of the living room, facing out, then grabbed the video camera and raced to the other side of the room.

Kurt pressed the Record button. “Okay, Colin, I’m timing this! Crawl to Papa and Daddy!”

Colin, on his hands and knees with his feet pressed against the wall, craned his neck to look up at them.

“Come on, Colin! Come on boy!”

“He’s not a dog, Kurt,” Blaine said, giggling.

“Come on! You can do it!”

Colin continued to stare at them, not moving an inch. “Goo!”