"Papa look!" Kurt looked up from the book he was reading to find his youngest son standing over him, wet and cowered in sand, the four year old held his chubby little hands together, obviously hiding something in the hollow between his palms. Kurt sat up and the curly haired boy carefully opened his hands to reveal a little crab.The tiny crab immediately started to scuttle sideways to get free from its captor.

"That's amazing honey, why don't you show your dad?" Kurt said, not really wanting a rampant crab anywhere near him. He watched as his little boy proudly scooted over to Blaine, who was lying straight out in the sunshine, asleep.

"Daddy! Wake up; you have to meet my new friend."

Kurt laughed as Blaine woke with a start, clearly alarmed and sleepy enough to need some time to gather his bearings.

"Daddy look at my crab!" and their youngest son proceeded to place the captured crab on his father's stomach.

Kurt hadn't seen his husband move so fast in a long time. It was not that Blaine was normally scared of tiny crabs; it was just that he was half asleep and found himself with something scuttling across his waist.

Kurt laughed out loud at his husband's little dance as he tried to get whatever it had been off him.

"Daddy that was my friend!" Tyler sniffled, a warning sign that a distraction was needed fast.

"Why don't you and Daddy take a walk over to the ice-cream stand and then see if you can't find a new crab?" Kurt suggested, catching Blaine's eye.

"Yay!" Tyler cheered and was up and heading for the pastel coloured shack before Blaine could get to his feet.

"Kids, Ice-cream time," Blaine shouted and got the attention of the terrible twosome that were building a sandcastle further away. They ran to catch up with their father and Kurt gave the group one last look before he let his book carry him away again. It was an image that would be stuck in his mind for years to come, the four bodies outlined against the sun. Two in red bathing suits, hair in wet pigtails and a smaller one in a Lightning McQueen trunk with his little hand firmly holding on to the taller man, not a large man, with olive skin and too much sand in his curly hair.