Something jabbed against Blaine’s shoulder.

“I got you with my light saber! Zap! You’re dead!” Colin’s high, eager voice rang out.

Blaine played along, toppling himself forward off the couch with an anguished shout. “Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!!!! You got me! I’m dying!” He rolled to his back and looked up at Colin standing above him brandishing … Well, it really did look like a light saber, Blaine would give him that. Long, thin, flexible, and a day-glo shade of blue. Except it was a dildo.

He fought the urge to reach up and grab the toy from his son, fearing that would set off a tug-of-war. Instead, he asked calmly, “Can I see your light saber for a minute?”

“Sure!” Colin said, handing it over.

“Hmm, this isn’t a toy for kids to play with,” Blaine said. “Where did you find it?”

“Under your bed,” Colin said. “What is it?”

“It’s a … grown-up thing for grown-ups to use. When they do grown-up stuff.”

“Like what?” Colin asked.

The image of last night flashed in Blaine’s head, unbidden. Kurt stretched out long and lean on the bed, a pillow over his face to muffle any sounds he couldn’t control while Blaine twisted the dildo in his ass. Blaine’s mouth over the tip of his cock, and Kurt arching up in ecstasy, thrusting to the edge of his throat as he came.

Blaine squirmed uncomfortably. “Uh … nothing interesting. Let’s go wash your hands, okay?”

“Why?”

“Um … it gets awfully dusty under the bed. It’s hard to vacuum under there.”

Blaine stashed the dildo in a dresser drawer while Colin headed for the bathroom. Then he pulled out his phone and texted Kurt. We have to find a new hiding place for our toys.