“Daddy, can I have a bike for my birthday?” Charlie asked Blaine, who looked at his four year old son and smiled, remembering when Taylor asked the same thing a few years previously.

“I’ll see what we can do kiddo,” he said, and Charlie grinned, his eyes shining.

A few weeks later, a few days after Charlie had turned five, Blaine was standing outside with his son and his new bicycle, Taylor already racing their neighbor Anne down the street.

“Are you ready bud?” he asked, and Charlie nodded, before mounting his new bike and starting to pedal, wobbling slightly, but not falling over due to the training wheels attached to the rear wheel.

“Look at me Papa!” Charlie shouted, looking at Kurt, who had just stepped outside, before walking over to Blaine and wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Blaine’s shoulder.

“They’re really growing up aren’t they?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek.

“They really are.”