"Yes, daddy?" the four year old girl looked up at her father with such innocence in her dazzling blue eyes. The look was almost heart breaking. This little girl was so undeniably perfect... what could she possibly be doing wrong? Kurt shook his head, trying to remember that looks can be deceiving. Very deceiving.

"You can't say things like that to your brother. You know we don't like you using that language to anybody."

"But daddy, Toronto is stupid! He can't even walk!" Nessa pouted, her eyes beginning to water. Kurt sighed, stroking Nessa's light brown curls slowly. They were his curls. His brown hair, his blue eyes... Nessarose Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson was his daughter.

"Toronto is just a baby, Nessa. Babies can't walk. You couldn't walk when you were Toronto's age. Does that mean you were stupid?" Kurt raised his eyebrows in question as Nessarose considered this.

"No, because I am a girl, and girls are never stupid. Never."

"Oh?" Kurt laughed, standing up and transferring a sleepy Toronto William Hummel-Anderson to the other considerably less sore arm. "And who told you that?"

"Auntie Britt."

"Oh, alright. That makes sense," Kurt muttered softly. Toronto started to whine loudly, and Nessarose started to get angry again.

"That stupid baby is never quiet though, daddy! He always cries and I hate him!" Nessa was crying now, and so was Toronto. Kurt sighed loudly.

"You don't hate him Nessa. He's your brother. Don't say that."

"But I do, daddy! I hate him!" Toronto cried louder, and Kurt bounced him and stroked his tiny, dark curls in an attempt to calm him. He didn't know what to do. It was hard enough taking care of a baby just under one. It's a whole other thing when you add a four year old toddler.

"Hey, Kurt! I'm home!"

"Oh, thank God..." Kurt sighed again, shifting Toronto once more to the other arm and rushing to the front door to greet his husband. Nessarose followed excitedly, wiping her tears on her sleeve.

"Hey, baby," Blaine leaned in to peck Kurt on the lips quickly over Toronto, who was surprisingly calm. He then leaned down to greet his daughter, who had been eagerly awaiting his arrival all day.

"Pappy! I missed you so much!" Blaine chuckled, knowing exactly what this meant. It had been happening increasingly often lately.

"Oh, really? What did you do now that made your daddy upset at you?" Nessa's grin faded as she looked up to Kurt.

"Nessarose has been saying some mean things about her brother," Kurt supplied in a monotonous voice. Blaine looked at Nessarose again, this time more sternly.

"What kind of things, Ness?"

"Daddy's mad at me me because I called Toronto stupid because he can't even eat dinner by himself but I know he is stupid because he can't do anything and then daddy yelled at me for calling me that and then he said that I was a stupid baby, too, but I wasn't 'cause Auntie Britt says that girls aren't stupid and then I said that I hated Toronto and daddy got really really mad and I was crying and so was Toronto and then you came home, Pappy, and I just want Toronto to go back where he came from because I don't like him and I want to be my daddies' little baby forever but now Toronto is here and you don't love me anymore!"

Blaine met Kurt's gaze for a couple of seconds before he spoke.

"Ness, you know that you will always be our little girl. We love you so much, Ness, forever and always. And I know that the whole big sister thing is really hard for you. But you need to be a big girl for us, okay? Toronto needs a big sister like you to teach him things. He's small now, but you and your daddies have to help him grow up to be strong and smart just like you are. Can you do that for us, baby girl?"

Nessarose nodded, tears still flowing, but less swiftly now.

"I am a good big sister. I taught Toronto how to dance," Nessa smiled.

"Oh, no! That was all me!" Kurt laughed.

"No, daddy! I taught him!" Nessa's golden laughter brightened up the whole room.

"Well, who do you think taught you?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Uncle Mikey taught me, daddy!"

Three joyous laughs echoed through the house, and the little Hummel-Anderson family had never felt closer together.