“We’re home, Papa!” was shouted through the house as the front door was flung open and a little blur of color raced into the kitchen. Kurt smiled down at the child that now stood at his feet and turned away from the stove to kiss the little boy on his forehead.

“Hello, Toto. Did you have a nice time with Daddy and Alex?” Kurt asked the curly haired boy.

The five year old grinned up at Kurt and nodded vigorously. Which resulted in him having to push his small black rimmed back up his nose.

“Daddy and Alex help me on my skates, and I even beat Alex in a race! I made it all the way across the rink before he did.” Toronto swelled with pride as he told his father of his accomplishments.

“That’s because the little thing cheated.” Another voice was heard as a tall boy stepped into the kitchen. The boy had rather paler skin than the little boy next to Kurt, and he had Kurt’s same chestnut hair. “Nearly knocked me on my ass.”

“Alexander, langauge.”

“Sorry, Pop.”

“I beat you fair and square, Ally!” Toronto giggled as he ran to his brother, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I told you, Toto. That’s a girls name!” Alex exclaimed, grabbing the younger boy and pinning him to the floor. He began tickling his little brother mercilessly while Toronto shrieked with laughter.

Kurt turned back to the stove to see that the water in the pot he’d set down was finally boiling. He poured the box of whole grain spaghetti noodles into the water and set the top on the pot. When finished, he felt a set of arms wrapping themselves around his waist and curly hair tickling his cheek as his husband buried his face in Kurt’s shoulder.

“Hello, love.” Blaine set, peppering kisses down Kurt’s neck and down his shoulder.

“Hello to you.” Kurt quipped, turning in his husbands arms to wrap his own around Blaine’s neck.

Blaine grinned before he kissed Kurt soundly on the mouth, delving into the wonder that was Kurt. He could’ve stayed like that forever.

“Ew, Alex look. They’re doing it again.”

“Guys, can you keep the PDA to a minimum? There are children here.”

Both men turned to see Alex there, gazing at them with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. Blaine groaned and unwrapped Kurt from his arms.

“Cock blocked by my sixteen year old soon.” Blaine grumbled. Alex’s smirk only grew.

“Thanks. Oh and Pop, you’re noodles are overflowing.”

“Shit!”