Blaine walked into he and Kurt's shared bedroom and smiled. The window was slightly opened enough to make the curtains blow with the passing wind. Sun peaked through the windows. 

Kurt slept on his back, with Allison lying on top of his chest, eyes slightly opened. Ben was snuggled into Kurt's side, the five year old snored quietly. 

Allison's blonde hair was blowing slightly due to the ceiling fan moving above her. She smiled slightly and made a small cooing noise when she saw her Dada standing in the doorway looking at her. Blaine smiled. 

Ben's longer brunette hair was toustled and his mouth was opened slightly, allowing small snores to come from his body. His small hands gripped Kurt's shirt and his eyelids were fluttering in his sleep. 

Kurt layed on the bed a protective hand on his daughters back and his other hand on his son's shoulder.  His chest rose and fell, taking the small little girl with it. His pale skin looked like the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen in his life. 

He left the room quickly before returning with his camera, he quickly put the lense cap on, trying to hurrt because soon enough Allison would fuss because he hadn't picked her up yet and that would wake everyone else up. He quickly took the picture, thinking about how his family looked like those picture perfect ones you only see in magazine, or only hear about in stories.  But this wasn't a story. This was real, and it was his.