Blaine was curled up in bed, staring at the wall.

"Baby, how are you feeling?" Kurt asked him softly. Blaine said nothing. Kurt sighed and began to gently run his fingers through Blaine's hair. The man was going through the baby blues. He'd had them with Elizabeth as well. He moved to lay down beside Blaine and pulled him close. Blaine rolled over and buried his face in Kurt's chest, beginning to cry.

"Oh, baby," Kurt cooed, pulling him closer as he sobbed brokenly into his chest. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and clenched his fists into his sweater, muffling his sobs in the taller man's shoulder. His cries slowly faded into hiccups, then stopped. Kurt pulled back a little.

"How are you feeling now, baby?" he asked softly. Blaine sniffled.

"Like crap," he said softly. Kurt made a sympathetic noise and pulled Blaine closer, kissing his temple. He began to press gentle kisses to Blaine's forehead and closed eyelids, whispering sweet nothings to him. They both heard the baby monitor begin to echo the twins' cries in the nursery, and Kurt sighed.

"I'll get them," Blaine murmured, getting up.

"No, I've got them, baby, you stay in bed," Kurt told him.

"No, I-I want to get them," Blaine said. He went into the nursery and quickly picked the twins up, rocking them. "Hey, now, it's alright, Mamma's got you," he soothed the wailing infants, who almost instantly stopped crying and stared up at him in wonder. Blaine smiled adoringly at the twins, talking softly to them in Italian as he laid them down on the changing table and quickly swapped their soiled diapers for clean ones. He then picked them up again, grabbing two burp rags, and went into he and Kurt's room once more, seating himself against the headboard. Kurt smiled a little, helping Blaine remove his shirt before Blaine gave him one of the rags, setting the other down on the bed. The twins almost immediately began to nurse as Blaine held them, their little hands scrabbling lightly against Blaine's chest. The curly haired man smiled a little, gently rubbing their backs as they drank. He was glad he'd decided to nurse them. Elizabeth had had a little bit of a breathing problem when she'd first been born, not much, but enough that she snored really badly and sometimes wheezed. They'd found out she had asthma a little while after she'd been born, and the breathing issue had scared Blaine enough that he refused to nurse her, opting to bottle feed her. The twins didn't have breathing problems, however, so he went ahead and decided to nurse them. Blaine began to hum softly, and Kurt smiled, recognizing the song.

"How do we take back what's been done,

What's been said, oh my.

How do we take back 'cause no one wins,

When love breaks down we both die.

And I would give anything just to chase the dark away and start all over again.

How do we take back what's been done,

What's been said, oh my."

Kurt sang softly, smiling a little. Blaine chuckled.

"You're such a Glambert," Kurt said softly, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder and watching as the twins nursed. Blaine laughed.

"Yeah. Guess he's my weakness, he is pretty hot, after all," he joked. Kurt rolled his eyes. "But you're hotter."

"Nah, he's sexier than me. He's practically a big ball of gay sex, pun intended," Kurt said, grinning. Blaine laughed again. Luca began fussing a little, pulling off to whimper.

"Hey, buddy, shh," Blaine cooed to the infant, carefully handing him to Kurt. Kurt moved him onto his shoulder, gently patting and rubbing his back.

"There you go, baby boy," Kurt murmured when he'd burped, moving him to cradle him gently in his arms. Luca looked up at him with hooded eyes, then his mouth opened widely in an "O", yawning. "Oh, somebody's tired," Kurt laughed softly. Blaine smiled. Luna stopped nursing and Blaine burped her, then began to rock her to sleep. Kurt took the now sleeping Luna from him and took the twins back to the nursery to lay them down while Blaine put on a shirt. He then went back to he and Blaine's room.

"I'm going to go walk home with Elizabeth, ok?" he asked.

"I'll do it, I need to get out," Blaine said.

"Ok. Just make sure she doesn't run ahead of you," Kurt said, kissing him sweetly. Blaine smiled against his lips.

"If the twins were awake, I'd take them, a little sun would be good for them," he said softly. Kurt smiled.

"We could have a picnic in the park or something later today," he said.

"Sounds good," Blaine said, pecking him on the lips once more before he quickly pulled on his shoes and left, walking to the bus stop. He sat down on the bench to wait for the bus to pull up, and checked the time. It was three sixteen, and the bus normally got there at three thirty. He got out his phone, checking his Twitter. He smiled at the fan messages, quickly tweeting back a few of them.

How are the twins? One person asked.

They're doing really well, growing up nice and strong. He attached a picture of him holding both of them and tweeted it, instantly receiving a response of Aw! So cute! By many of his followers. He smiled. The bus pulled up and he pocketed his phone. Elizabeth rushed off the bus and ran to him, and he picked her up.

"Mamma!" she cried, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey there, Lizzy. How was school?" Blaine asked her as he began walking. She began to babble about her day, her animated gestures so much like Kurt's it was uncanny. Blaine laughed when she told him about how her friend Jeffrey had mimicked a girl who'd started picking on Elizabeth. Her name was Jennifer, she had perfectly white, straight teeth, she always wore pink, frilly dresses and ballet flats, and had the pretty, wavy curls that all girls envied in a shade of chestnut brown just lighter than Kurt's, although Kurt's was prettier. She walked and talked like she was better than everyone else, just because her mom was on Broadway. Elizabeth had pointed out that Kurt was on Broadway, and that Blaine was a famous singer, but she didn't care. She still thought she was better. Jeffrey, with his flamboyant hand gestures and girlish clothes, was almost a miniature Kurt. He acted almost exactly like how Kurt had when he was little, according to Kurt, drawing clothing designs, playing with Barbies and Power Rangers, and asking his parents for silky or sparkly fabric, sequins, beads, needles, and thread. According to Elizabeth, he'd, while cocking out his hip and placing a hand on it, pantomimed flipping long hair off his shoulder and said, "I'm Jennifer, and I'm so much prettier, and smarter, and better than you! Just kidding!" before placing a hand over his mouth and giggling like a girl.

"He did?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, it was so funny!" Elizabeth laughed.

"Maybe we should invite Jeffrey over, he and Kurt would get along really well!" Blaine laughed. Elizabeth giggled.

"Yeah!" she said. They went into the apartment and Blaine sat her down before walking over to the couch and sitting down beside Kurt.

"Hey, how was your little walk?" the taller man asked, draping an arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine smiled and leaned into the embrace.

"It was nice. Elizabeth entertained me with a story about Jeffrey mimicking Jennifer," he said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's slim waist. Kurt smiled.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. That kid, he's just like a mini you, I swear," Blaine laughed. Kurt chuckled.

"I wonder if he looks anything like me, then I'd have a mini-me to boast to my friends about, ha ha," Kurt said, a bit of playful sarcasm in his tone. Blaine laughed, tightening his arms around his husband.

"Maybe he does. I told Elizabeth that we should invite he and his family over. Maybe they can join us for dinner or something," he suggested.

"Oh yes, because the parents of a boy who may end up being as gay as me will want to be educated on the wonders of the gay lifestyle," Kurt joked.

"Oh hush, it's not like we'd have sex in front of them or something, just have a friendly conversation. Who knows, maybe his parents are really nice and accepting people. They allow him to dress like you, don't they? And they let him play with Barbies too. If they were anything like my parents had been, they would have tried to correct it, preventing him from being a fabulous little boy," Blaine said, sitting up. Kurt shrugged.

"I suppose so. And anyway, if he has straight parents, not that I don't doubt he does, we can be his gay godfathers, you know," Kurt said, laughing a little.

"I hope so, I'd like to mentor somebody again," Blaine joked, elbowing Kurt lightly and making him smile.

"Of course, but this time, don't act like you have a crush on him then string him along for months and months before admitting it," Kurt teased. Blaine grinned and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

"Not gonna happen, baby," he mumbled against his lips. Kurt smiled.

"It better not, I don't think I'd take losing you to a six year old lightly," he chuckled. Blaine laughed.