"Honey, Blaine, sweetheart, you're getting me all wet," the woman interrupted, she was starting to lose her patience with her baby son.

For some reason, Blaine didn't seem to get tired, ever. They were careful to never give him too much sugar, or any for that matter, and sometimes even letting him get away when he didn't want to nap, hoping that maybe that way he would be too tired at night and he wouldn't put much of a fight when it was time to give him a bath or tuck him in. But he never was.

"The citizens are in danger!" The four-year-old continued as he kept on moving the water around him. "Who's gonna save us now?," He asked to himself with a high-pitched voice. All of his bathtime toys were swimming around him, going with the flow. He took a very deep breath and grabbed a plastic action figure by the legs and lifted him over the water and foam. "I will!" He added with the deepest voice he could accomplish.

"Head back and eyes closed," the woman took advantage of the moment of silence and put one of her hands on the boy's back as he obeyed his mother.

"It's Nightbird! Yaaaay!" The high tone appeared once more while his mommy poured some water on his curly hair and rinsed the conditioner. "Do you think that if time stops, we would notice? Or maybe, if Nightbird sang too loud he could break the windows?"

"I don't know baby... maybe that could be one of his superpowers too," she smiled and lifted him to then place him out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and tried to dry him as fast as she could, but the boy wasn't cooperating. He wouldn't stop moving.

Blaine didn't seem to be paying any attention to his mother's answers. He didn't really care; he just had the urge to ask them. He felt that if he didn't ask his questions as soon as he came up with them, he would forget them at that would be it.

"But Mommy, what would happen if there was an accident in two places in the world at the same time? There's only one Nightbird, and he couldn't be in two places at the same time... or could he? I should ask Coop"

He didn't give the woman a chance to dress him before running away towards his big brother's room, his big dark curls still dripping wet.

"Coop!" the breathy voice behind him made Cooper look away from the TV and settle his stare on his very naked baby brother.

"Whoa buddy, I didn't think you'd be one of those exhibitionists" He laughed and muted the sound with his remote control.

"What's an ebixhtionist?" he cocked his head to the side as the carpet beneath him darkened with the strawberry scented drops.

"Nevermind," he muttered quietly with a smile, not sure if he would be sermoned by his parents for telling his brother the meaning, choosing to avoid it just in case.

"OH!" The other boy remembered in a split second, and before continuing he made sure no one but them was around. "I wanted to ask you if there was an accident in two places at the same time I could be both places at the same time too or I would have to choose between one," he whispered dramatically, covering the side of his mouth with his hand.

"I don't know, guess you'll have to wait until that happens and see if Nightbird has as many awesome superpowers as I think," Cooper challenged the hazel-eyed boy.

"Of course I do!" Blaine crossed his arms across his chest and frowned. "Nightbird is the mit... itie..." the kid sighted heavily and opened his arms widely. "Timiest super hero of all times!"

"Yeah, that's true, he is the tiniest," he chuckled.

"I'm not tiny!" he screamed. "You're tiny," he pouted, frowning at his older, amused brother.

"I think the word you're looking for is mightiest, sweetie," his mother entered the room, gentle tiredness in her face, big, white towel in her hands. Blaine held his breath with wide eyes with alert. "C'mere, Blaine, honey," she requested quietly, sitting his son on the bed, not quite paying attention to the relieved sigh he exhaled.

"Today, when I helped mom with the groceries at the supermarket," he started, calmly yet vigorously escaping from his mother's grasp, looking for Coop's eyes. "She bought me a new squirt gun," he finished, changing the subject completely as his mother finished drying him off and pulling his underwear up.

"That is so cool, bud," Cooper softly tickled his brother's tummy and received a laugh and a squirm in response.

"It's in my bedroom, I'll show you!" he exclaimed with big, eager eyes.

The onesie was still halfway up when Blaine decided to slip from his mother and brother's hands to run awkwardly on his too separated legs towards his bedroom. Just when he was getting to the door marked "Blaine" with bright light blue wooden letters, the little boy flew head first into the carpeted floor, a little bit too close to his mother's precious glass coffee table.

It was one of those moments again.

Those moments where Blaine would check how bad the fall had been based on the looks the people around him were wearing on their faces, and then either start running again or bawling his eyes out.

His eyes were already wet as he pulled himself from the floor slowly and tentatively turned to his Mom and brother.

"Weren't you gonna show me something, Blainers?" Cooper reacted fast. He didn't want to handle with this little brother's crying right now.

"Yes!" The curly haired boy smiled again and rushed himself into the bedroom, now wearing nothing but his underwear. He had already forgotten the burning feel growing in his forehead.

"He almost hit himself with the little glass table, Coop," his mother commented with fierce concern as soon as Blaine was out of the picture.

"I guess we're gonna have to Blaine-proof the house," he smiled playfully at his mom before following his little brother and picking the dinosaur printed onesie up from the floor.