It was around three in the morning when Blaine awoke, chilled from the morning air. His back ached, his hands trembled, and dried sweat made his skin itch. The chain around his chest felt like ice pressed against his skin.

He only vaguely realized he was on a billiards table.

The dim light of the room made it hard for him to see at first. He sat up to get a look around and saw Kurt. The image made his heart stop. Kurt lay on his side, knees pulled up, hands beneath his head, still very much tied by his wrists. His face was relaxed, so at peace. Bruises littered his body every where Blaine had touched. Kurt looked so much like a fallen angel, it almost hurt Blaine to think about touching him, moving him.

Blaine climbed carefully off the table, his knees stiff and his joints achy. He untied the rope from the table, and then quickly undid the knot around Kurt's wrist. Blaine could see an indent from the rope on Kurt's skin, but no marks or bruises...thank God.

Blaine picked Kurt up off the table and carried the man to his room. Kurt didn't wake, didn't stir at all while Blaine put him to bed, covering him up with a thick blanket. Only then did Kurt snuggle down into the warmth and sigh. Blaine managed with some difficulty to undo the chain. Several times he almost broke down and woke Kurt up for help. When he had finally decided to see if he had any bolt cutters lying around the house, the clasp came undone.

Blaine took a moment to look at Kurt, to soak in the image of this fabulous man lying in his bed. So many times Blaine had dreamed of this, of having Kurt with him, of going to sleep beside him and waking up next to him. Tonight, at least, that dream would come true.

Blaine climbed under the covers beside Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, filling him with his warmth. Kurt sighed again, melting back into Blaine's embrace. Blaine fell to sleep almost immediately.

Blaine woke to the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs wafting in from somewhere in the house. He wasn't exactly sure from where since he had never woken up to such a smell before. He waited for a moment to see if it would be accompanied by the smell of burning toast, because then he would know he was having a stroke, and would need to call 9-1-1.

Blaine blinked slowly as the smell became stronger. When his vision finally cleared and he realized he was not in need of immediate medical assistance, he saw the most amazing sight. An angel, bringing him breakfast in bed.

"Hey." Kurt, dressed in a white, fluffy robe set a tray on the bed beside Blaine and kissed him on the forehead. "I didn't know what you usually ate for breakfast, so I stopped at the supermarket and got a little bit of everything."

Blaine looked at the tray spread with every conceivable breakfast food known to man - pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, fruit, orange juice, milk, coffee, and...

"Are those crepes?" Blaine's eyes went wide.

"A-ha." Kurt smiled. "Nutella crepes." He sat next to the tray, plucking a strawberry off the plate and popping it into his mouth while Blaine grabbed the fork and attacked the crepes. He stuck a bite into his mouth, melted Nutella dripping off his chin, and started to chew. He closed his eyes, a smile of pure pleasure crossing his face, as he chewed carefully.

"Oh my God!" Blaine said after he swallowed. "This has to be the best thing I've ever tasted!"

Kurt giggled, putting a finger beneath Blaine's chin and tilting his chin up just a bit. Kurt leaned in and licked the small drip of Nutella off Blaine's chin.

Blaine smiled at the touch of Kurt's tongue delicately licking the chocolate off of his face.

"The best thing you've ever tasted, huh?" Kurt smirked.

"Well." Blaine cocked his head and gave Kurt a pointed look. "Second best."

Kurt turned away, blushing slightly. He got up to open the drapes on the windows, letting the sun in.

"Boo! Hiss!" Blaine said, mocking pain at the bright light that flooded the room. "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock," Kurt answered, sitting back down on the bed and watching Blaine devour his food. "When's the last time you ate? 1994?"

"I'm sorry," Blaine said around a bit of sausage. "Keeping up with you has me a little famished. Besides, I have to eat it all before the army you expected arrived."

"Army?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

"Yup. I mean, you made a ton of food." Blaine took a big gulp of his orange juice, before closing his eyes and smiling again. "Kurt? Fresh squeezed?"

Kurt nodded, biting his lip.

"Well, I'm used to cooking for six, and two of those are Finn and Dave, so..."

Blaine chuckled as he started in on the pancakes, nodding knowingly.

"Besides," Kurt said, continuing the mostly one sided conversation, "Nick called this morning...about twelve times, as a matter of fact. He and Jeff are coming over to help us pick out furniture. Jeff's bringing over someone named Hunter?"

Blaine nodded again, and swallowed.

"That's the occupational therapist," Blaine explained.

"Well, they're going to be over here soon, so when you're done we should hop in a shower."

Blaine's eyes snapped up.

"We?" he said. "Shower?"

Blaine smiled.

"Yes," Kurt said, confused by Blaine's reaction.

Blaine leapt out of bed, grabbing Kurt by the waist and ushering him into the bathroom.

"But...are you even done with breakfast?" Kurt asked.

"Breakfast can wait," Blaine said, almost tearing off Kurt's robe. "Shower sex now."

Before hopping in under the spray with his boyfriend, Blaine sent a hasty message to Nick.

From: Blaine
In the shower with Kurt. Front door open. Kurt made breakfast. Food in the oven. Help yourself. We might be a while ;)

Nick took a bite of a crepe and moaned.

"Oh my God!" Nick said as he settled into his boyfriend's arms on the couch. "Shower sex AND he cooks? That man is a God!"

Jeff stiffened beside Nick, looking looking down at the Entertainment Weekly open in his lap.

"You know," Hunter said as he broke off a piece of his own crepe, "I think you have an unhealthy obsession with Blaine's boyfriend."

"Hunter," Nick started, turning to face the blond man so he could see the seriousness of the subject at hand, "you haven't met him yet. Reserve judgment until you see the man."

"I'm not sure the effect will be the same," Hunter countered. "I mean, I'm not even remotely bi-curious."

That fact didn't seem to matter when Jeff and Hunter were finally faced with the full force of a freshly showered and primped Kurt Hummel, dressed in dark skinny jeans and a form fitting black Henley, pale skin glowing, alluring scent of vanilla filling the room as he walked into it. Nick stood from the couch and immediately threw himself into Kurt's arms. Kurt, charmed by Nick's enthusiasm, as always, wrapped him in his own embrace and smiled as the shorter man bounced in his arms.

"Oh my God, you're here! You're here! I almost didn't believe it! But now you're living here and we're going to see each other all of the time and I didn't know you cooked!" Nick couldn't seem to stop talking, and Kurt blushed furiously under his praise.

Hunter seemed awe struck as he approached the man he had heard so much about.

"Hunter Clarington," he said, extending a hand in welcome the moment Nick let Kurt go. "It's very nice to meet you." Kurt took Hunter's hand to shake it, but caught his breath when the man lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently. Blaine, who watched the scene from behind Kurt, raised an eyebrow.

"Blaine," Kurt said, turning his head slightly to address his boyfriend. "You didn't tell me you had such charming friends."

"Uh...I never really knew myself," Blaine joked, confused, as he watched the expression on Hunter's face.

"Um, we should go over to the house, don't you think, guys?" Jeff interjected uncomfortably.

Kurt looked up at the new voice, his smile fading slightly when he eyed the man, hands stuffed in his pockets, rolling back and forth on his heels, head ducked slightly.

"Oh!" Nick said, grabbing Jeff's arm and pulling him closer, "I didn't introduce you to my boyfriend Jeff." Nick held Jeff's arm, nudging him a little to say something, but Jeff kept looking down at his shoes.

"Hello, Jeff," Kurt said, stepping forward to get his attention. "I've heard so much about you."

Jeff looked up, the tiniest glimpse of a smile on his face.

"I've...uh...heard a lot about you, too." Jeff blushed.

Kurt wasn't sure he was going to get much more out of Jeff, so he turned to Blaine, extending a hand so he would take it.

"Why don't we get this day started then?" Kurt suggested.

Hunter looked over Eva's room while the painters Blaine hired got to work. He worked up a sketch of the room on his iPad Air, and then ironed out a few details. He asked Kurt about Eva's favorite colors, her favorite toys, and her favorite cartoon characters before getting into specifics about her triggers, her coping mechanisms, her reactions to noise and lights, and even a few things Kurt hadn't thought of like her reaction to certain fabrics, certain patterns, and how she slept at night. Hunter inputted all this information into a program on his tablet and then set out to make a few mock ups of Eva's room.

After talking to Hunter, Kurt sat on the only piece of furniture in the house so far besides Kurt's bed - an old sofa whose days were numbered. Kurt and Blaine argued for all of ten minutes about Blaine's insistence on paying to outfit the rooms before Nick broke out the puppy dog eyes that Kurt was beginning to realize he was powerless against, and surrendered. The two huddled around Nick's laptop computer, shopping on a website that made Kurt cringe because there were no published prices for anything anywhere. Kurt knew that only meant one thing. He huffed a little in frustration.

"Don't you guys ever shop at Sears, or JC Penney's?"

Noise in the house every where stopped dead as Nick, Blaine, and Hunter stared at Kurt with slightly incredulous, and, in the case of Nick, disgusted expressions.

"No," Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the top of the head as he walked by behind him. "Just, no."

Jeff stood at the doorway to Eva's room, glaring at Kurt and Nick. A few times Hunter tried to consult with him. He had asked him the same question three times, but Jeff was too occupied watching his boyfriend fawn all over his new interloping best friend. Jeff curtly said, "Yes, a-ha," until Hunter asked who he thought would win the battle against the alien overlords. When Jeff said, "Yes, a-ha," Hunter shook his head with a laugh and went to back work.

Jeff watched Nick and Kurt with narrow eyes as they picked various items out online and ordered them. Nick kept a hand on Kurt's knee, and Kurt definitely didn't seem to mind. Nick had been right, though, Kurt's body was amazing.

Blaine saw Jeff sulking from across the room.

"You know your boyfriend adores you, right?" Blaine took a place beside Jeff, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah," Jeff said simply.

Blaine nodded at the one word answer.

"Then, maybe could you stop trying to set my boyfriend on fire with your mind?" Blaine put a hand on Jeff's arm.

Jeff sighed, dropping his eyes to the floor.

"I know, it's just...look at them."

Blaine looked up at the two men, laughing over something Nick had just shown Kurt on his cell phone. Blaine smiled.

"You mean the part where they're shopping for Barbie bed sheets, or the fact that Nick just showed Kurt the thirtieth picture he has on his phone of you in that high school production of The Nutcracker Suite?"

Jeff looked up to see Kurt swiping at the screen of Nick's phone, stopping on a picture that Jeff had taken for the poster of that performance. Nick said something, and Kurt 'awwwed;, handing the phone back to Nick. Then the two turned back to the laptop and started ordering pillow cases.

"Jeff..." Blaine squeezed his arm. "Nick loves having Kurt as a friend because Kurt is a little more like him and a little less like you."

Jeff nodded again, watching as Nick turned to look at him, blowing him a kiss before turning back to Kurt.

"Besides," Blaine whispered, "his knowing Kurt hasn't been all bad, has it?"

Blaine moved his hand to clamp gently over a fading scar covered slightly by a bracelet made of wooden prayer beads. Jeff blushed before rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling.

"No," Jeff said. "No, it hasn't."

Three hours later the walls and ceilings were completely painted, furniture ordered, floors refinished, and a plan in place for Eva's new room. Kurt didn't even want to begin to think about what everything must have cost.

Nick threw his arms around Kurt's neck, not wanting to leave.

"Oh my God, it's so great that you're here!" He giggled into Kurt's neck for the umpteenth time. "I'm soooo happy! We're going to see each other, like every day! It's going to be the best!"

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately, and beamed at the excited man.

"Yes, Nick." Kurt pecked Nick lightly on the cheek. "It will."

Nick blushed, making his way toward the door. Kurt turned to see Jeff following Nick. Kurt stepped forward, catching Jeff's arm gently with his hand.

"Hey, Jeff. Can I talk to you for a second?"

Jeff shrugged, mumbling something under his breath. Kurt led him to a far corner of the room, Nick and Blaine's eyes following them the entire way.

Nick and Blaine couldn't hear a word the two said. Kurt stayed close to Jeff, talking with his hands, gesturing and making motions that either looked very clinical or otherwise extremely suggestive. Once or twice, Kurt leaned in close, talking directly into the other man's ear. Eventually, Jeff was smiling...then, he started blushing. He ducked his head and nodded a couple of times, and then laughed.

At the end of the conversation, Jeff wrapped Kurt in a genuine embrace, kissing him on the cheek with a giggle. He walked to meet his boyfriend at the front door, wrapping an affectionate arm around Blaine in a hug good-bye before literally picking Nick up and carrying him to his car.

"Well, I don't think we're going to be hearing from them for the rest of the afternoon." Kurt wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist and kissed him gently.

"What did you say to him?" Blaine asked with a chuckle.

"I...just...gave him a suggestion," Kurt said.

Blaine looked at Kurt with a smirk.

"Can you show me?"

"Oh my God, Kurt!" Blaine yelled, louder than normal because of the iPod blasting Katy Perry into his ears. Blaine opened his eyes, looking around fruitlessly as the blindfold over was tied snugly and wouldn't shift. He pulled on the ropes that had him tied in an iron cross position to Kurt's bed. Kurt's nose brushed against the base of the leather cock ring, secured over Blaine's erection while Kurt sucked him slowly, lazily, several small ice chips melting in his mouth. Kurt fucked Blaine steadily with a prostate wand, alternating between keeping it turned off, switching it to high, and then putting it on low.

Blaine wanted to cum, had been so close for so long, but he also didn't want it to end. So many sensations flooded his body. Kurt hadn't given him time to object when he had tied Blaine to the bed. Blaine wanted to know if Kurt had ever been in the Navy because good God could this man tie a knot. Blaine pulled on the ropes experimentally, but the knots only became tighter. The black wand vibrating in his ass had been assaulting him for over an hour. The moments Kurt turned the wand off offered almost no relief because it just made things that much more intense when he turned it back on. As with almost everything Kurt did, there was no discernible pattern. Blaine never knew how high the vibrator would be set when Kurt turned it back on. Kurt moved it in slow circles around, then back and forth, in and out, too much, not enough, and on more than one occasion, "Oh my God!"

Except for "Oh my God!", Blaine had completely lost the ability to use human speech. He couldn't hear himself talk, but he had still tried to say something. The vibrations around his cock from Kurt laughing told Blaine that he had failed that task astronomically.

The ice - that was just insult onto injury. It was bad enough that the cock ring kept him from cumming, but the ice kept him in a permanent state of not exactly aching, but so close. He wanted to fuck into Kurt's mouth, wanted friction desperately, but every time Blaine bucked his hips, Kurt would set the wand to high and leave the room. Blaine learned pretty quickly to keep still.

Breaking didn't speed things along either. At one point, Blaine did become at peace with his body, long enough to still his urges and his reactions, quite his whimpers, keep his hips from moving, but he was only rewarded with more vigorous sucking. Kurt had another agenda, and it had nothing to do with breaking Blaine...just torturing. This time around, Blaine's role as sub was different. He was more of a plaything. Kurt was delighting in his lack of restraint, not praising him for his self control.

In short, Blaine didn't see an end in sight. It was both maddening and excruciatingly hot.

Kept in the dark, and unable to hear anything but music, Blaine had no idea how much time had passed. Blaine tried to concentrate on the songs, figuring out how long he'd been tied down by the duration of each one, but Kurt started fast forwarding and rewinding songs in the middle at random and Blaine lost his place.

Blaine was at a breaking point. He actually began to whimper as if he were on the edge of tears, willing to do anything if Kurt would only release him. He may have even said something to that affect, but he couldn't tell.

Kurt stopped. His mouth was gone. The ice was gone. The wand was gone. Blaine was cooling off just a bit. He felt the urges curb, restrained by the cock ring. He felt Kurt lube him up.

Blaine flexed his fingers, pulling on the ropes. Kurt turned the iPod off and took the earbuds out of Blaine's ears. Then he removed the blindfold.

Blaine watched Kurt carefully. He felt strange, caged, wild, almost like an animal. Every time he tried to force himself to think rationally, something else washed it away. Kurt slowly removed the cock ring. Blaine watched Kurt's face, almost unable to remove his eyes from it, wary of what Kurt might do next.

Kurt was naked, smirking devilishly. He walked to the vanity and produced a rather intimidating looking switchblade. Blaine's eyes followed him as he walked, his mind blank except for a few desperate thoughts. His heart raced, his breathing erratic. Kurt took one last look into Blaine's eyes. He moved forward as if to kiss him, and saw Blaine lunge at him in response.

"Perfect," Kurt said, pulling out of Blaine's reach before their lips could connect.

Blaine watched the blade as it moved, slicing through the nylon rope like it was cutting through butter. As soon as Blaine could feel blood rush back into his hands, his reaction was instant. Without a single conscious thought, he pounced on Kurt. Blaine grabbed him, crashing their lips together, dragging his body up the bed almost enitirely by his hand in Kurt's hair. Blaine's hands grabbed Kurt's ass, kneading them roughly as he rutted against Kurt's hard cock, devouring his mouth with his kisses.

It wasn't enough.

Blaine flipped Kurt over, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. He saw Kurt's hole, glistening and stretched. Blaine looked over his shoulder for just a second, noticing a towel on the floor with a thick blue dildo laying on it. Kurt must have been prepping himself with it while he was tormenting Blaine. Kurt had planned for this reaction.

The thought made Blaine burn.

He slipped easily inside Kurt this time - no burn, no sting, barely any stretch. That was fine with Blaine. Kurt was hot and wet and for some reason, right now that was all that mattered.

Blaine fucked Kurt. It was simple and it was animal. He pinned Kurt's arms above his head as he slammed into him, unrestrained, unforgiving. Blaine could hear his own blood rushing in his ears as he pounded, quick and hard and dirty. Blaine couldn't get as deep as he wanted at this angle. He grabbed Kurt's hips and pulled him up to his knees, settling into Kurt's body easier and with more force. Kurt tried to push himself up to his elbows, but it changed the angle again, made it less intense. Without thinking, Blaine pushed down on Kurt's back, forcing his face into the pillows with Kurt emitting an undignified, "Oompf!"

Everything disappeared for Blaine except the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of Kurt's intense heat, the smooth slide, the friction. All that mattered was cumming, cumming inside of Kurt. Blaine's fingers dug into old marks on Kurt's hips, bruising old bruises. Suddenly, heat was everywhere. The breeze blowing in through the open window did nothing to cool Blaine's skin. Blaine's only thought, only instinct, was to fuck, to fuck Kurt, to fuck him hard.

Head pushed to the mattress, slight whimpers muffled by the pillow under his face, Kurt loved this side of Blaine. Sure, given the choice he would always pick making love to Blaine. Soft touches, gentle kisses, shy smiles when their eyes met and Blaine or Kurt whispered, "I love you." But Kurt knew that Blaine would be returning to the studio soon for filming, and he knew there would be some fall out for Kurt moving to L.A. He knew Blaine would need to face them alone.

He wanted Blaine to know he wasn't a doormat.

He wanted to remind Blaine that he was a man. A man that could stand up to the Brads and the Mias and the Sebastians of the world and win.

If Blaine could get Kurt on his knees, what couldn't he do?

Blaine was a bundle of nerves about to implode. He bit his lip as he looked at his beautiful black swan on his knees. He felt Kurt's legs quiver, felt him squeeze around his cock. He heard Kurt's whimpers turn into breathy pants. He knew Kurt was close.

Blaine wanted Kurt to moan his name, and there was only one sure fire way to make that happen.

Blaine spanked Kurt once, hard, and smiled wide as Kurt arched his back, and Blaine got what he wanted.

"Blaine!"

Another spank, and the reaction got better.

"God, Blaine! Yes!"

One more, and Kurt turned into a babbling mess.

Blaine got a sudden stroke of genius.

He pulled on Kurt's shoulders, bringing him up high on his knees until his back was almost pressed against Blaine's chest. Instead, Blaine grabbed Kurt's arms and held them behind his back for leverage as he fucked up into him.

He felt Kurt tremble, watched his head roll manically on his shoulders as he tried to get a glimpse of Blaine, tried to rationalize this new position he was in, tried to control the waves crashing over him.

"Oh, yes, Blaine." Kurt's pleas were soft. "Yes, Blaine. There. Just...just do that..."

Kurt went still, giving in to Blaine, and Blaine watched as his boyfriend's muscles shook gently, rippling slightly, eyes closed, face to the ceiling, as he came beneath Blaine's thrusts. Even as he had spilled his last, he still moaned, still whispered Blaine's name. Kurt didn't give in to exhaustion, to the strain on his muscles until Blaine came, too, unwilling to stop pounding inside him even when his cock became so sensitive it hurt, and he started to soften. Blaine wanted more.

Blaine noticed Kurt's head drop forward, his muscles go slack. He stopped, slowly laying Kurt down on the bed. Blaine knew he should clean them up, but he was worried about Kurt, whose eyes hadn't fluttered open yet. Blaine held Kurt's hand, rubbing it gently.

"Kurt?"

Blaine watched Kurt's body beneath the blankets, keeping an eye on the rise and fall of his chest. Blaine brushed sweaty bangs away from Kurt's forehead. Kurt's skin twitched at the touch, his eyes slowly blinking as they fought to open.

"Oh," Kurt said, putting a shaking hand to his pounding head. "So, that's what that's like." Kurt tried to sit up, but groaned as he slid back down.

Blaine giggled.

"What happened?" Blaine asked.

"I...I think I held my breath," Kurt admitted sheepishly.

"Oops," he whispered. Kurt smiled.

Blaine kissed him - their first kiss since this began.

"How...how did you do that?" Blaine asked.

"Hmm, do what?" Kurt asked, squinting against the suddenly too bright afternoon sunlight.

"How did you get me to act like that?" Blaine switched to Kurt's other side, blocking the sun from his eyes. "I would never normally do that. It was like I couldn't stop myself."

Kurt laughed - one tiny, choked sound.

"Sensory deprivation," Kurt explained. "I took away your sense of sight and focused your hearing. I tapped a bit into your fight or flight reflex, which brings out your primitive brain. Then I directed that primitive brain where I wanted it to go. By the time you lost your ability to speak cognitively and started whimpering and baby talking, I knew you were pretty much ready."

Blaine looked at his boyfriend with an awed, and perhaps frightened expression.

"Kurt..." Blaine didn't know how he felt about that. "That's, like, mind control shit."

Kurt laughed.

"Maybe a bit," Kurt responded. "But the results are kind of cool."

"How did you figure that out?"

Kurt shrugged.

"I read a lot."

"Okay," Blaine said, kissing Kurt again slowly. "That's hot. My incredibly smart boyfriend is super hot."

Kurt giggled.

Suddenly, the sound of Kurt's iPhone vibrating caught their attention. Kurt was in no condition to get up so Blaine picked it up and handed it to him. Kurt unlocked the screen and checked the message, barking immediately with laughter as he handed the phone to Blaine.

Blaine laughed out loud as he read the text.

From: Nick
Have I ever told you how much I love you, Kurt Hummel? Meow ;) When's the next time you can talk to Jeff again?

Blaine and Kurt fell asleep in each other's arms. It was becoming a habit, Blaine realized, that he hoped he could keep. Kurt opened his eyes, blinking up through the dim light to look into Blaine's face.

"I should go," Kurt said, making to sit up.

Those three words put Blaine into a panic.

"What? Why?"

Kurt was going to leave. What if he left and didn't come back?

Kurt seemed to sense Blaine's worry. He kissed his forehead.

"Well, I have to help Dave with the rest of the packing," Kurt said. "And we promised the kids we'd take them to Legoland one last time before we left San Diego."

Blaine stood up and followed Kurt.

"Um, Kurt?" Blaine caught Kurt's hips and turned him around to face him. "I don't go back to the lot to film until Monday, so...um...can I come?"

Kurt looked confused.

"Come?"

"With you. I can help pack...I'll sleep on the floor in the living room. I'd like to spend time with you guys and the kids."

Kurt looked at him like he was crazy.

"You want to sleep on our crappy floor, help us pack our shit, and go with four crazy kids to Legoland?"

"Yes," Blaine said quickly, nodding. He didn't want to be without Kurt. He couldn't stand the thought of being in L.A. alone.

Kurt's face softened.

He understood.

"Of course," Kurt said. "Actually..." Kurt bit his lip,"Dave had asked me to ask if you wanted to come."

Blaine's eyes went wide.

"What?"

"Yeah!" Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "It seems Eva won't stop asking about you. He was hoping if you came with us, she'd shut up about you for a while."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. Then he froze.

'Legoland with Kurt, Dave, and the kids. Oh, boy...'