Blaine panted, grasping at the bag on his shoulder as he ran up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. He stumbled, catching himself on the rail and pulling himself back up onto his feet. The light above him flickered as he set off again, his lungs hurting as they pulled in the cold air of the hall.

He reached his goal, a dark green door with the figures 2-06 in gold lettering. The second floor of the building, apartment number six. He fumbled around in his bag for his key, groaning heavily as they seemed to make a jump for freedom from his hand, tumbling to the brown grimy carpet.

After a lot of swearing under his breath Blaine managed to get the door open, his breathing was harsh and labored and his bag slipped off his shoulder to the floor with a dull thump.

The scene before his eyes made his heart sink to the depth of his stomach. He glanced at his watch that screamed 2:06 am back at him, brushing a few sweaty locks back from his forehead.

He'd promised.

He trudge forward further into the apartment with a miserable expression on his face. The apartment was small and a perfect square, the carpet was the same unclean brown that covered the halls outside, and the wallpaper was a once-white-now-gray-with-A-few-suspicious-stains color. The door lead straight out into the box-shaped living room, and the only furniture in the room was a brown, lumpy arm chair, a small, dying TV, a stained oak coffee table and a dark blue, uncomfortable couch. On the couch was a figure, his head was hanging down over his chest and the room was filled with the sound of sweet little snores that Blaine had fallen asleep to for the last four years.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly, kneeling down by his husband, "Kurt, I'm home."

Kurt Hummel-Anderson's clear blue eyes opened slowly, blinking furiously and looking little confused as he worked out his surroundings. Suddenly something clicked on the face and a mixture of fury and disappointment was painted across his delicate features.

"You promised," Kurt's voice was unusually low, and it wasn't just from sleep.

Blaine winced heavily, "I know sweetie, I..."

"I don't want some pathetic excuse," Kurt growled pushing Blaine backwards so he fell onto his ass from where he'd previously been kneeling on the balls of his feet.

Blaine bit his lip, "Kurt, please honey...?"

"No, why should I? Why should I listen to you when you won't even give me a few hours a couple of nights a week?" Kurt's voice rose, his eyes filling with tears as he glared at Blaine who still lay on the carpet.

"I tried," Blaine whined, "I tried Kurt, I promise I did."

"I don't care," Kurt snapped, "All I want is to spend a little time with my husband, that's more then just a hello and goodbye in the morning."

"You think I don't want that to?" Blaine asked, scrambling to his feet.

"I don't know, it seems to me that you'd rather be working until two in the morning, then have to spend an evening with me and our kids," Kurt's voice quivered and he walked around the room to pick up a toy train and a small blue teddy-bear that the children had left behind them and putting them on the coffee table.

"Don't be so ridiculous Kurt," Blaine shook his head, "Why do you think I work so hard? Why I do overtime and work through my lunch break in a shitty fucking job I hate so much?"

"Because you'd rather be in a job you hate then have to play happy families with me for a little while," Kurt replied, sounding exhausted.

"How could you even think that?" Blaine sounded outraged, "I do it for us, for our kids. So we can afford this crappy, overpriced apartment and we can afford for you to spoil the kids rotten even though you shouldn't."

Kurt bit his lip a little before he sighed, "Let's just go to bed, I don't want to wake up the kids, it was hard enough trying to get Rory into bed when you promised you'd be home in time."

Blaine went pale, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to him," Kurt replied.

Blaine nodded, "I will...In the morning, and to Eva."

Kurt just gave a sharp nod and turned on his heel, planning to walk into his and Blaine's bedroom, but Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist

"Wait."

"What?" Kurt asked harshly, "You have to be up again in four hours, you should sleep."

"Urgh, would you just stop? Stop looking at me like that," Blaine glared, "I wouldn't need to work as half as I do if I didn't have to pay for your clothes and beauty products, you're just a spoiled little bitch!" Blaine was shouting, pushing Kurt away from him in disgust.

Kurt's mouth dropped open for a second in shock while Blaine stood in horror of his words.

"I didn't mean that," Blaine winced, walking forward towards his husband but Kurt just shook his head, taking a step away from him.

Kurt's eyes filled with tears but he blinked them back, looking anywhere but Blaine's face.

"Just...just go to bed Blaine," He muttered, his voice tight as he continued to fight back tears.

"Kurt..."

"Just GO Blaine! Now I know how you really feel, just GO," Kurt's voice was loud and intimidating, booming around the room. Kurt's mood swings made Blaine's head spin.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean that Kurt, I promise," Blaine's voice was a little panicked.

"You're promises are fucking meaningless Blaine! You never fucking keep them, never," Kurt yelled, "I don't even know why I believed you'd be home on time, it's a fucking joke! You're a fucking joke!"

Blaine winced back from his words, opening his mouth to reply but...

"Daddy! Daddy?"

Both Kurt and Blaine's head moved towards the door, Kurt letting out a tired sigh.

"I'll go," Kurt sighed, rubbing his eyes and walking across the room to a door on the left. The door was light blue in color and had two pieces of paper stuck it to it with tape. On the paper were two names, scribbled in brightly colored crayon.

"No, I will," Blaine disagreed.

"Just go to bed Blaine? Please?" Kurt's voice was tired and defeated.

Blaine followed Kurt into their children's room anyway. The room was small and held two single beds, a closet, a book shelf, and a manner of different toys that were scattered all over the floor.

"Daddy, you're home!" Rory cried, grinning at his farther.

The boy was four and a half years old, and all that could be seen of him was an untidy mop of striking black hair and a pair of brown eyes, as they poked out from the top of his comforter that was covered in multicolored dinosaurs.

"Shh, Roar-roar," Blaine held a finger to his lips, "Don't wake up your sister."

All that could be seen of Eva was her face and her shiny chocolate brown hair. Her blue eyes were closed and her breathing was even as she clung to a bright pink soft-toy dog that Blaine had won for her at a funfair a few years ago. Eva was the youngest of the two children, three years old.

Rory looked over at his sister and nodded, "But you woke me up Daddy," he pouted, "And you were late."

"I know roar-roar, I'm so sorry," Blaine knelt down by his sons bed, glancing to see Kurt picking up the toys on the floor and putting them in a large toy box.

"You're a naughty daddy," Rory frowned.

"I know I am, but I'll make it up to you, I promise," Blaine smiled warmly at his son who smiled warmly back at him.

"Okay Daddy," he agreed.

"Think you can get back to sleep for me?" Blaine asked, kissing the top of his sons head.

Rory nodded, "I can do it all by myself."

"Aw, my big brave boy,' Blaine grinned, he ducked his head and looking under the bed before he got up and walked towards the closet.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Rory asked, tilting his head.

"Looking for monsters," Blaine replied, moving the clothes around a bit and then closing the door.

"M...Monsters?" Rory repeated.

"It's okay, all clear," Blaine walked back to his sons bed and picked up a soft toy dinosaur, giving it to his son, "But Dino will protect you if anything happens, and Pup will protect Eva. Okay?"

"Okay Daddy, night night," Rory yawned, hugging the toy close.

Blaine smiled, "Goodnight Roar-roar."

Blaine kissed his sons forehead, and doing the same to his daughter who remained fast asleep.

Kurt was stood in the doorway, watching Blaine's actions, as soon as Blaine turned to walk towards him Kurt left the room.

"Maybe it's a good thing we don't spend anytime together anymore," Kurt said, walking into his and Blaine's tiny bedroom.

Blaine's eyes widened as he followed, "Why would you say that?"

"Because we only argue when we do," Kurt said, looking around in their closet.

"Kurt, what are you doing?'

"Looking for an extra pillow," Kurt informed him, pulling one out of the bottom.

"Why?"

"So I can sleep on the couch, where I belong," Kurt announced.

"W...What? No, Kurt sleep with me, please Baby?" Blaine begged.

Kurt shook his head, "No, I'm just child care service for you now. We don't have a relationship anymore, we just happen to live in the same apartment. I don't belong in your bed."

Blaine froze, "You really feel like that?" He asked, sounding like a huge part of his life had just been destroyed.

Kurt looked at Blaine as though he was seeing him through a sheet of cloudy glass, "Do you even have feelings for me anymore?" His voice breaking with tears that he fought to keep back, but that were soon cascading down his cheeks from red, tired and lonely eyes.

"Kurt..." Blaine breathed, his own eyes filling with tears that were soon tumbling down his face.

"Do you love me anymore?" Kurt sobbed, wrapping his arms around himself as though it was the only way to stop himself crumbling into a million pieces, "Did I do something to make you stop?"

"Kurt stop it, stop it. Of course I love you I...I...," Blaine struggled to see through the tears that ran down his face, "How could you even feel like I don't?"

Kurt whimpered, "It just feels like I'm not good enough for you anymore."

"Kurt," Blaine shook his head furiously, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Kurt sobbed again, "How could I? You were always at work or canceled on me to go out with your friends."

Blaine took a step forward towards his husband as they both cried, "Kurt I don't know what I'd do without you."

"But I don't have you, not now," Kurt took a step back, "You don't have time for me anymore."

"I'll make time. I will, I promise I will," Blaine reassured him through more tears.

"You never keep your promises," Kurt's voice was quiet and broken, "The only reason I stay is to look after our kids Blaine, after my dreams failed, it seems like I just failed as well. You didn't want me anymore."

"Of course I want you! Kurt I love you, for Christ sakes just come here?" Blaine opened his arms for Kurt.

Kurt dropped the pillow at his chest, melting into Blaine's warm embrace, "Do you really still love me?"

"Kurt of course I do, you and the kids are my whole life," Blaine whispered, holding Kurt close, "I love you so, so much sweetheart."

Kurt let out a sob, clinging to Blaine desperately, "I love you too."

Blaine sighed, taking a huge inhale of his husbands familiar scent, "We're Soul-mates remember?"

Kurt nodded slowly.

"And I will always love you, Kurt. No matter what, my whole universe revolves around you," Blaine kissed gently down his husbands neck.

"I'm sorry, I've kept you up," Kurt apologized, still not letting Blaine go.

"It doesn't matter...It's Friday, how about I phone in sick so I can spend the day with you and the kids, our kids?" Blaine suggested.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine to look at him. His smile was so huge it took up his whole face, "Really?"

"Of course, and this weekend Rachel can look after the kids and I'll take you away, just me and you," Blaine pulled Kurt close to him, "And I'll make up for not...appreciating you," Blaine's hands slid down and squeezed Kurt's ass suggestively.

Kurt giggled and blushed, sighing at the thought of a weekend of spending too much time in bed, spending too much money and spending every second together.

"How does that sound?" Blaine asked quietly.

"It sounds perfect," Kurt pressed kisses all over Blaine cheeks,"Thank-you."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt I never meant to make you feel like that,"Blaine pulled away a little and cupped Kurt's cheek softly in his palm, "If I had any idea I would..."

"I know, I know," Kurt smiled softly.

"And you're not spoiled, I didn't mean that in the slightest. I'm so sorry, you deserve the world, more then I can afford to give you," Blaine's face creased with guilt.

"I am spoiled, I have you and two beautiful children," Kurt replied, "And that's all I could ever hope for."

Blaine sighed in contentment, "I love you."

"I love you more," Kurt yawned, rubbing his eyes.

Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead before moving away from his arms, he picked up the pillow that had been discarded on the floor and putting it back in the closet, "There's no need for this anymore."

Kurt nodded in agreement, climbing under the comforter and holding his arms out for Blaine, like a small child wanting to be picked up.

Blaine laughed fondly at the action, kicking off his work shoes and sliding down next to his husband, wrapping his warm arms around him a safe cocoon.

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine softly before wiggling out of his hold to pull off his shirt and jeans. Blaine followed his example until both men where only in vests and underwear. They both settled in each others arms, sharing sweet kisses and tender touches.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine whispered, his fingertips skidding down Kurt's pale arms.

Kurt smirked, "I'm getting old," He corrected.

"Kurt Hummel-Anderson, you get more perfect with every passing second," Blaine whispered with a smile, "And don't forget that I'm getting old too."

Kurt giggled, resting his head on Blaine's chest. He felt dizzy with happiness.

"Daddies?"

A small, sweet voice called from outside their door.

"What is it E?" Kurt asked.

The door opened and a three year old toddled into the room wearing pink, spotty pajamas, grasping onto the pink dog in her hands and with tears in her eyes.

"Aw, Eva honey, what's wrong?" Blaine asked.

"Rory said the monsters were gonna get me," The girl replied, holding the soft toy close to her chest.

Kurt glared at Blaine, "That's your fault mister."

Blaine frowned, "Come here baby," he patted the bed and the girl managed climbed up onto the bed with the help of her parents.

"Eva."

All three looked towards the door again, Rory stood in his blue racing car pajamas with his hands on his hips, "I told you, puppy was gonna look after you. Like Dino looks after me...wait...I left him in my room, Daddy help me!"

Kurt laughed, "Come up here Roar-roar," He said, "The monsters won't be able to get us if we're all together."

"No they can't, we love each other too much," Blaine added, smiling warmly at Kurt who had Eva curled up in his arms.

The boy scrambled up onto the bed and Blaine grabbed him around the waist, lifting him up into the air with a squeal of delight before he pulled him into his lap.

"Daddy, can we sleep here tonight?" Eva asked, looking up at Kurt.

"Of course you can E, and Roar-roar as well," Kurt smiled.

The two children were exhausted, so it didn't take long before they were curled up, snoring lightly between Kurt and Blaine who lay facing each other.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked, brushing some hair away from his daughters hair away from her face.

"You are happy aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, frowning gently.

"You said you're dreams were over, I..."

"Blaine, this is my dream, right here with you and our children," Kurt replied, "Of course I'm happy."

Blaine sighed a little, "That's all I want, for you to be happy."

"Then you have what you want," Kurt replied simply.

"Then I'm happy too, but I promise we can spend more time together, with the kids as well," Blaine vowed, "And I really promise this time."

"I believe you, for some stupid reason," Kurt had a small smirk on his face, I can't help but believe you."

"You'll see, tomorrow will be tripping over the children's toys and tantrums at meal times, and we can snuggle up on the sofa together at night when they're asleep, with a movie."

Kurt giggled quietly, muffling the sound in his pillow, "We don't have to wait until night time, you know the kids love 'Aladdin' as well."

Blaine blushed slightly, "But it's not the same if it's just me and you watching it."

"So we'll watch 'Cinderella' with the children and watch 'Aladdin' together?" Kurt bargained.

Blaine nodded, "Deal."

Blaine got more comfortable, his eyes drifting close and his hand reached out, over their children and joined their hands.

Kurt feel asleep to the sound of Blaine humming the tune to 'Aladdin' under his breath...

A whole new world, a whole new life for you and me.