“Cumulonimbus!”

Blaine heard the squeaky voice of little Eva call out the random word in triumph and he smiled, following the sound through the back patio doors and into the yard.

“Very good!” he heard Kurt praise, and then the sound of clapping hands.

“Hey,” Blaine called out when he found the two, lying back on a blanket set in the grass, staring up at the sky. Eva smiled the way she always did when Blaine was around and immediately scooted over to give him some room to join them. “What are you guys doing?”

“We're identifying clouds,” Eva explained, kicking her feet in the grass, giddy to show off her newfound knowledge.

“Yes,” Kurt said. “So far we've done stratus, stratocumulus, and…”

“Cumulonimbus!” Eva announced again in Kurt's intentional pause.

Blaine laughed and took the girl's hand in his, lacing their fingers together, her tiny fingers perfectly filling the gaps between his.

“That one's her favorite,” Kurt leaned in and whispered.

“I figured,” Blaine whispered back.

“Would you like to try one?” Eva asked.

“Sure,” Blaine said. “What do I do?”

“You point to a cloud and ask one of us to identify it,” Eva said. “It's Kurt's turn.”

“Okay…” Blaine's eyes scanned the clouds above their heads. The sky was full of them – numerous, white, and varying types, due to a series of off shore early winter storms. He pointed to a cloud passing straight over their heads. “That one.”

Kurt quickly blew a breath through his lips.

“Easy,” he said. “That's a cumulus cloud.”

Eva cheered, raising a hand for Kurt to give her a high-five, which he did over Blaine's head.

“Nope,” Blaine said seriously, shaking his head, his eyes still on the sky.

Both Kurt and Eva turned their heads and gave him questioning looks.

“Yes, it is,” Kurt argued.

“No, it isn't,” Blaine said in a strangely superior way.

Kurt glared at Blaine, and then up at the cloud, suddenly equally miffed at both.

“Do you see how low it is?” Kurt asked condescendingly.

“Yup,” Blaine said.

“And do you see how dense and white it is?” Kurt asked.

“I do,” Blaine replied, having the nerve to sound condescending himself.

“And do you notice its well-defined outline?” Kurt pointed a finger up and traced along the outside of the cloud to emphasize his point.

“A-ha,” Blaine said, this time with a nod. Kurt paused and looked at him, annoyed that Blaine seemed to be objecting and proving Kurt's point all at the same time.

“Blaine…it's a cumulus cloud,” Eva whispered, tugging at Blaine's shirt to urge him to change his answer.

“Yes, I see all that,” Blaine said.

“Well…then…how can you say that it's not a cumulus cloud?” Kurt stammered, sounding slightly more irritated than necessary for the subject at hand.

“Because it's quite clearly a bunny rabbit,” Blaine answered with a sly grin.

The three of them stared silently up at the sky.

“He's right,” Eva said, pointing with her narrow finger up at the cloud in question. “I see the ears…the nose…and look! There's his fluffy tail.”

Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine as Blaine turned his head to smile at Kurt, biting his lip, caging a chuckle in the back of his throat.

“You know that you're a tremendous dork, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt said without a hint of his boyfriend's humor.

“Yup,” Blaine said, turning his face back up toward the sky, “but I'm your dork.”

Kurt sighed and shook his head, returning his gaze back to the drifting clouds.

“You most certainly are.”