"Kuurrt!" Blaine called from the living room. "Do you know where my tights are?!"

Blaine waited for a minute until it was apparent he wasn't getting an answer, pulling at the spandex top he was wearing and his boxer briefs. He wanted his costume to be just right for the comic convention. It was the first comic convention that he and the kids managed to convince Kurt to go to, so they were dressing up as a family team. Usually Blaine went as Nightbird or some other fantastic creation of his own imagination, but this year, since Kurt was going, they had come up with costumes out of Julie's favourite series - Ghost & Phalanx.

Blaine was really regretting not working out more before this though as he sucked in his little belly. Maybe he could tie it back somehow. Girls had corsets right? There had to be some kind of girdle to hide his stomach.

"This is ridiculous!" Kurt's voice suddenly rang up, storming into the living room with a basket of folded laundry, from which he tossed black tights at Blaine with such ferocity that Blaine had to jump back to catch them.

"What? Sorry? Did I do something?" Blaine clutched the tights for a minute before moving to slip them on over his boxer briefs, watching Kurt the entire time with worry.

Kurt shook his head towards Blaine and picked a bra up out of the laundry basket. It was pink and had lace edging. "What the hell is this? She doesn't even have the breasts for this yet?! Why on earth does she need to dress them up?"

Blaine pulled his lips into his mouth as he tried not to laugh at Kurt as he continued to pull his tights on, snapping them into place. His husband was having an increasingly difficult time with Julie as she had begun puberty and was clearly regretting that he had taught her so much about fashion.

It was at that point that Julie skipped in, dressed in a youth sized cheerleading outfit, with high pigtails, and clearly unaware of what she was walking into. "Cheer Girl! Wooo!"

Kurt turned on her and gave her one of those looks he had which stopped Julie in her tracks and made her go wide eyed. He dangled the offensive piece of underwear in front of her, "Explain."

Julie looked from the bra back to Kurt's face in disbelief, "Dad... it's a bra. I need to wear one now..."

"I know you need to wear one now, but what's wrong with one of those plain sports bras? Why do you need something so fancy if no one is going to see it?"

Julie looked past Kurt towards Blaine for help. Blaine shrugged up his shoulders toward her with an apologetic look. He had long since learned that he shouldn't get between them. Either Kurt would get upset with him for interfering or Julie would get upset with the quality of his support efforts.

"Daddy... that's how they come for girls... and sports bras are for sports." Julie explained as she looked back to Kurt calmly.

Kurt shook his head and let the bra fall back into the laundry basket. "You don't need anything so frilly. After this we are going shopping and getting you some age appropriate bras."

"Daaaaaddd!" She protested, "Please don't shop with me for that! It would be so embarrassing!"

"Well maybe you'll remember it then the next time you go shopping on your own!" Kurt countered and grumbled, pulling out his own costume from the basket and looking at it with a blend of suspicion and scrutiny.

Julie growled to herself and turned around, going to check on her siblings instead of continuing the debate, which gave Blaine the opportunity to speak to Kurt without him having to worry about saving face in front of Julie.

"Don't you think you're being a little hard on her?"

Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine incredulously, "She's just a little girl Blaine. She doesn't need to be showcasing herself..."

Blaine smiled warmly and walked to Kurt, tugging on his shirt gently, "She's not. It's underwear. No one is going to see it except her overzealous daddy when he's doing the laundry."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt over his head, followed by kicking off his pants. He grabbed his own costume and started pulling it on, cursing as he went, "If any of my friends from Vogue see me in this..."

"You will start a new trend dear. You are super hot in that." Blaine grinned, taking glances at Kurt's backside in the white spandex and enjoying how much Kurt had been keeping in shape.

"I can't believe I agreed to this..." Kurt huffed, pulling the get-up on over his chest and shoulders. Blaine grabbed the utility belt from the basket and clipped it on around Kurt's waist, taking a moment to let his hands linger there.

Kurt smiled at him, eyes narrowing seductively as he leaned up against Blaine, "You... should wear spandex more often..."

Blaine grinned and leaned himself forward against Kurt, "Oh really?"

Kurt chuckled and moved in for a kiss which Blaine accepted, pressing his tongue into Kurt's mouth hungrily.

"Augh! GROSS!" George called out and they snapped apart from one another, looking back to the hallway entrance where their son was dressed up as Puckzilla, a man-lizard, though Kurt kept referring to him as Dragonboy.

Kurt laughed on seeing George and removed himself from Blaine's hold, extending his hands to George, "Come here. Let me see you."

George scampered to Kurt and went into his arms, allowing Kurt to pick him up, "Rawr! I'm Puckzilla! Eat Ghost!" George pretended to bite at Kurt, who laughed in response. Blaine grinned and whistled at the girls as they came down the hall, Julie as Cheer Girl and Audrey as Incendiary, a flame throwing feisty female - the absolute opposite of her own persona.

Kurt set George down and went to clip on his white cloak. Blaine held out the white mask which Kurt gingerly put on to complete his outfit. A veritable clone of Ghost from the comics. Blaine didn't know if he should be so attracted to Kurt right now when he was dressed up as someone else, even if that someone else was Ghost.

Blaine, naturally, was dressed up as Phalanx - all in black with green boots and green chest armor. He had a full black mask and had left his hair curly to play the part. This was going to be an amazing comic convention.

"We look SO fabulous." Julie piped up, admiring herself in the hall mirror. Audrey and George went to either side of her and admired themselves as well. Kurt shook his head in disbelief and then caught sight of Blaine, who was also preening in the mirror, sucking in his slight gut.

"My family... the nerds..." Kurt laughed and Blaine grinned, pulling Kurt to the mirror to finalize the group look. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and smoothed out his cape and clothing, "Hmm... not something that Alexander McQueen or Marc Jacobs would put their label on, but not bad I suppose."

Blaine laughed and grabbed Kurt's hands, leading him to the door. "Come on super family! Let's rock this con!"

The posed, for about the twentieth time, for a photograph as a group, taking in the reverence from other geeks about the quality of the costumes. Blaine could actually see the pride in Kurt's face, since he was the one who had tailored the costumes, despite it being over something so otherwise nerdy.

"Hey... sweetie..." Kurt came up to him and Blaine watched as Kurt came up close to him, reached up and "Ouch!", plucked a hair out of Blaine's head. "What the heck hon?"

Kurt held out the offending hair to Blaine for him to see. "YOU are getting grey hairs!"

Blaine's jaw dropped and he looked at the hair and at Kurt, "No... no... it's the lighting... It's got to be the lighting..."

Kurt laughed and tossed the hair down to the ground, "Oh sweetheart... you're panicking. How cute."

Blaine groaned and started fingering his curls, "I knew I should have gelled a little... I can't believe you found out..."

Kurt's eyebrows perked up, "You knew?! You knew you were going grey and you were gelling your hair to hide it?"

Blaine frowned, looking at Kurt with guilty eyes. He had been. When he noticed the odd grey hair he would pluck it out. It was getting worse though so he had been gelling his hair in a way to cover up where the grey hairs were growing from.

"Ooo... sweetie... were you ashamed?" Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, taking a peek to the side to check on where the kids were watching some older kids playing in a video game tournament.

Blaine whimpered and hung his head down a little, letting Kurt kiss the top of his head and nuzzle into his hair. "No... but I didn't want you to see how old I'm getting..."

Kurt laughed at that, into his curls, "Sweetheart. You know that I'm older than you by a few months and you have no reason to be ashamed of that."

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, "You look the same as you did when we were in high school... better in fact. You stay fit, eat healthy, exercise... I'm just getting grey hairs, wrinkles, and a gut."

Blaine didn't hear a response but soon felt a kiss to his temple. "Blaine..." Kurt whispered into his ear. "You are as attractive and sexy to me now as much as you ever have been. And so much more when you're fretting about being attractive to me."

He smiled, leaning his head into Kurt's voice, forcing Kurt to kiss his ear and add on with a bit of a snarl, "Besides... in that spandex... you're just lucky all the kids are around..."

Blaine chuckled and looked at Kurt adoringly. "I am so in love with you."

Kurt chuckled, "I love you too. You big dork."

He leaned back, tugging on Kurt's hands, "Come on... I don't want to be late for the Batman panel."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be led, the kids quickly catching up with them once they saw that their dads were in motion again. Blaine was looking back to make sure George was keeping up when he bumped into a much larger body.

"Sorry!" He yelped out, looking up at the man dressed in blue spandex. A costume of The Tick he recognized.

"David Karofsky...?" Kurt asked then, and Blaine took another look at the man before him. It was David, albeit older.

"Kurt?" David replied, looking at Kurt and then towards Blaine, "Blaine?"

Kurt smiled and reached his hand out, "Hey! Haven't seen you since... well I don't know how long it's been. Long enough that I don't remember! Nice costume! Blue man group right?"

Blaine groaned and shook his head, "The Tick dear..."

David laughed and looked to Blaine, "I'm guessing he's not here of his own volition then."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head, Kurt huffing at them both. Julie and the kids fidgeted in place impatiently.

"Nope. The kids and I dragged him here."

David nodded, looking over the kids and then back to Blaine, "You guys did a great job on the costumes. You two are the spitting images of Ghost and Phalanx. I bet the Ghostlanx shippers are stopping you everywhere for pictures!"

Blaine chuckled and nodded, hearing Kurt mumble "Ghostlanx?" behind him and Julie lean up to whisper an explanation to him. "So what have you been up to?" Blaine asked, looking to David.

"Well I'm here with my husband and son actually..." David looked over his shoulder a moment as if to see if they were around, "But they were going to get a bite to eat. I see you guys have a whole team now too."

Blaine beamed and nodded, looking over his broad lovingly, "Julie, Audrey, George." He named them all off, pointing at each in turn. The kids, to their credit, waved shyly to David.

"It's wonderful to see you David. It sounds like things must be good for you." Kurt spoke, reaching over to take Blaine's hand.

David nodded, smiling warmly at Kurt, "Although I'm a sports lawyer, not exactly what I planned out with you way back when. Thanks for that, by the way."

Kurt returned the smile with a nod of his head and they talked for a couple minutes more before the kids were getting noticeably irritated and they said their goodbyes, heading to the panel once more.

"Well that was certainly nice." Kurt noted, squeezing Blaine's hand as he spoke.

Blaine nodded in agreement. "Good to see our kind of people doing well given how history has tended to treat us."

"Very true. Now where is this Catman thing?"

By the time they got home and had put the kids to bed, Blaine was absolutely ready to get Kurt out of his costume. He didn't know what he had been thinking when he thought he could withstand Kurt in spandex all day, but it had been torturous.

But he didn't even get a chance to make the first move, because when he entered their bedroom, he was quickly shoved against the wall by Kurt who smashed his lips roughly against Blaine's.

"Mmmph?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed at his and pulling off for a second, he hissed, "I have needed you all day long." before reapplying his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine pressed his head forward, letting their tongues collide in a snaky dance between their mouths as each struggled to dominate the other. He could feel Kurt's erection through the thin material, pressed up against his hip and grinding against him needily.

They kissed one another until their lips were swollen and rough, and Kurt pulled Blaine by the hips back toward the bed where he laid back and Blaine crawled over top of him, moving his kisses down to Kurt's earlobe, then his collarbone. Kurt writhed below him, moaning and mewling. "Come on Blaine... I need you." all the while drawing his fingers through Blaine's loose curls.

Blaine reached down with a hand to palm Kurt's cock through his costume, his breath catching at he realized how absolutely erotic this all was - Kurt's desire, the costume, the fact that they were so busy they never got to just enjoy one another for more than a quickie lately.

Kurt's hips thrust upward, pushing his erection harder into Blaine's teasing hand.

"Oh baby... Let me take care of you..." Blaine murmured, unclipping and discarding the utility belt on Kurt, before moving his hands back up to pull the costume down from his shoulders. When Kurt reached to remove his mask, Blaine caught his hand, smiled coyly, and directed, "Leave it on."

Kurt's smiled back mischievously and moved his hands then to pull at Blaine's costume, working to peel it off him. They left their masks on, and Kurt's cowl and cape as well, tossing the rest to the floor.

Kurt's cock was gleaming with a coat of precum on the head, which Blaine leaned down to lick over. Kurt moaned while his erection twitched with sensitivity from the attention. "God Blaine... if you don't... I'm going to..."

"Shhh..." Blaine breathed over the head of the erection, making Kurt moan again. Blaine dropped his mouth down over Kurt's member and started rolling his tongue up and down the length of his shaft. His lips pulled tightly over the rest as he moved up and down. Kurt laid back, and his own back arched upwards while he palmed his mouth, trying to muffle out his cries so he wouldn't wake the kids.

Blaine kept going until he could feel the tension completely built up in Kurt's cock and testicles and popped himself off, earning a whine from Kurt who looked down at him with a blend of irritation and accusation.

"Roll over." Blaine directed then, and it took Kurt all of a second to flip, whimpering as he laid his swollen cock against the bed.

Blaine grabbed a small bottle of warming lubricant from the nightstand and coated one of his fingers in it, holding Kurt's asscheeks open with the fingers of one hand while he pressed the coated finger in from the other. Kurt trembled and whimpered beneath Blaine, who was having a hard time holding back from just ramming himself into Kurt then and there.

He pressed another finger in after working the first one in and out a few times, scissoring his fingers apart. Kurt was cursing muffledly into the mattress, his hips rolling back to work himself on Blaine's fingers.

Blaine groaned at the sight and pulled his fingers out, Kurt hissing at the sudden emptiness in him. As quickly as he could though, Blaine coated his cock in the tingley lubricant and lined himself up behind Kurt, teasing the head of his cock against the puckered entrance for a moment before Kurt whimpered and Blaine thrust forward, making them both gasp out together. Kurt was still so tight and Blaine worried that he was going to hurt him, but to his surprise, Kurt started thrusting himself back on Blaine before Blaine could get the chance to pull back.

He took that as an invitation, and Blaine began roughly slamming his cock in and out of Kurt, pushing him forward into the mattress with each forward movement. He could feel Kurt's body tense up around him, see him grip the blanket with white knuckles, and hear the muffled scream into the bed that told him that Kurt had come. He kept going though, not wanting to stop.

Blaine loved how tight Kurt was, and that he was his - only his. He loved this man with every fibre of his being and that never faltered. He loved how attractive he was no matter what he wore or how his hair was done. He loved this ass too. He didn't want to come because he loved how this felt.

But he did come, and hard, rammed right up to the base of his cock inside Kurt and biting down softly on the crook of Kurt's neck from behind to silence his own cry. Kurt, who was already collapsed on the bed and panting softly, in and out of consciousness in his post-orgasmic haze.

Blaine ended up collapsing on top of Kurt, waiting for his own cock to be a little less sensitive before he pulled himself out. He had worked up a sweat, and now had his sweaty body pressed up against Kurt's back, who only whined softly in protest.

They lingered together for a couple minutes, not talking, or moving until Blaine knew he had to get off. He groaned as he pulled his sticky, now flaccid cock out of Kurt and stumbled backwards to grab a T-shirt from the laundry basket to wipe himself off, and his sweat.

Kurt made another little guttural moan towards Blaine, and Blaine tossed him a small towel, which Kurt lazily used to wipe off his back and the crack of his ass where Blaine's semen was dribbling from his used hole. The towel was tossed into the pile of discarded clothing and Kurt crawled himself up to his spot in the bed, collapsing his head onto his pillow once he got there.

"Your mask is still on sweetheart..." Blaine noted, pulling his own mask off and dropping it to the floor. His comment was responded to with an incoherent mumble, though Kurt did grab the mask and pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. His cloak and cowl had come loose when he flipped over and was still at the end of the bed.

Blaine chuckled and crawled into bed beside Kurt, snuggling up against him. "Love you."

Another incoherent mumble was the response, but Kurt cuddled up against Blaine as he said it, leading Blaine to believe that he too, was loved back.