Kurt Hummel, also known as the most badass pirate of the seven seas is having a good night. Actually, he's having a very good night because he is almost back at the waterfront and has yet to have anyone attempt to rob him of tonight's earnings. True, the gold filling his pockets is his due to his not so natural luck at gambling, but what's a little magic here and there as long as he gets away with it. His mind is pleasantly fuzzy from drink and he is doing his best not to step in some of the puddles that is dotting the brick alley. Some of those are not filled with rainwater, he knows from experience. The dark night is warm with a gentle breeze, bringing him whiffs of seaweed, tar and saltwater. He is almost out of the alley when something is stumbling out of the dark shadows and bumps into him, making his pockets jingle.

"Look where you're going you fool," Kurt spits at the stranger, who is bent over picking up... books?

"I am so sorry sir.."

"Captain!"

"Sorry, Captain, I was just reading this frightfully interesting dissertation on the use of maggots in medicine and I wasn't looking where I was going."

"To right you weren't looking!" Kurt is speaking too loudly and a window on the second floor is thrown open.

"Will you be quiet down there!" someone bellows and Kurt can see the man in front of him almost cowering from the harsh voice. Taking a closer look, Captain Kurt finds the man very attractive.

"Hey Cutie," he says reaching out an unsteady hand to cup his chin. "Wanna come back to my ship and have some fun?"

The young man shuffles his papers and books nervously, but Kurt is having none of that and makes him look up at him.

The young man has golden eyes that glow in the dark, and Kurt finds himself mesmerised by the hypnotic swirling of golds and browns. His mind must be more muddled by drink than he thought because it takes him a minute to register that no human has eyes that glow in the dark.

"Shit!" Kurt exclaims and lurches backwards, but he is held in place by two inhumanly strong hands. The young man is gripping him and his eyes have a hungry look.

"I just want a taste; I bet you taste like ketchup and black pudding..."

"EUCH! Daddy, why would the vampire like ketchup and black pudding, that's gross!"

Kurt looks up to find his son sitting up in bed, his wild hair is standing straight up and he is very much awake, not getting sleepy at all.

"Well you see Michael, those are Vampires favourite foods, they are partial to them because of the colours, red for blood, black for death."

"Cool."

Kurt wonders where his son has got his morbid fascination with blood and gore, certainly not from him.

"Well, it's not from me either," a voice says behind him, 'of course he said that out loud'.

"Dad! You're back!" Michael shouts and launches himself from the bed and into his father's arms.

"Hi there Mikey," Blaine laughs as he catches the eight year old. "What kind of bedtime story is your daddy telling you? Did I hear something about blood and death?"

Michael bounces a little in his fathers arms.

"I was awesome," he says with a sense of reverence.

Blaine looks over at Kurt, who starts to blush under his gaze.

"Your daddy is the best at making up stories isn't he. That's why he's such a talented writer." Blaine leans in and gives Kurt a quick kiss.

"Mikey, why don't you climb back into bed and I'll go get my guitar and then I'll sing you a good night song. Does that sound okay?"

The boy nods vigorously and squirms out of the embrace and gets into bed.

Blaine disappears for a minute only to come back with his guitar case.

"Are you sure you're up for this, you're not too tired?" Kurt asks quietly as his husband retrieves his guitar and checks that it's tuned.

"I am never too tired for my family," Blaine says, letting a hand caress Kurt's arm.

"I love you." Kurt says.

"I love you too," Blaine gives him a little smile, Kurt can tell that he is tired contrary to what he just said.

"Now let me go serenade our son to sleep so that I can show you just how much," Blaine says and Kurt is suddenly having a good night, a very good night.