"Oh, honey, you're out of the shot! Okay, let's see… Alright, Blaine, move to your left. And, oh, Aaden, move to your right. Your other right honey… Right there! Okay, everyone freeze!"

One small boy very pointedly froze in his position, leaving one curly headed father to throw his head back and laugh at his son.

Aaden – who was standing in the far right of the frame – was the son of Kurt and Blaine, with a head of chestnut hair much too similar to that of his diva father, and coffee-cream skin like that of his more laid back dad. He had a slice of bread in his left hand; the bread was smothered in grape jelly.

Blaine – who was in the far left of the shot – was kneeling in front of his son, a slice of bread in his left hand as well. Though, his slice was covered in peanut-butter.

A voice from behind the camera spoke up.

"Ha ha, very funny, Aaden," Kurt remarked dryly, still behind the camera, adjusting it to the absolute perfect angle. When his son continued to stay in his awkward, frozen position, Kurt sighed. His breath momentarily created a fuzzy noise, since he was too close to the camera. "Honey, you're allowed to stop freezing now. Just don't move from that spot, alright?" Giggling, Aaden did as he was told and stood properly.

Blaine looked to his husband's figure behind the camera. "Kurt, are you gonna get in the shot any time soon?"

"Mmhm!" he replied, still out of sight, continuing to adjust the camera. "Just gimme one – moment… and, there!" And with that, the camera clicked into place on the tripod, angling perfectly at both the boys on screen.

The camera was now shooting the entire kitchen, with Blaine and Aaden right at the front of the screen, and the kitchen counter behind them. A shuffling noise was made and before long Kurt came into view of the frame, walking to that very counter with crossed arms. He leaned back against it, making him in the center of the shot, right in between Blaine and Aaden.

The taller man looked straight at the camera and smiled. Waving, he said, "Everyone look at the camera and say 'hi'!"

Aaden very pointedly turned to the camera, looked straight into it, and waved enthusiastically with his free hand. "Hi!" he squeaked in his little voice.

Chuckling, Blaine followed his son's example and waved with his free hand as well while turning to the camera. "Hello!" Blaine greeted, much calmer than his son. He glanced at his son, who was still smiling at the camera, and smirked. Turning to his back to the camera, he said to Kurt, "He's going to grow up like you, you know."

Kurt rolled his eyes and returned his arms into a crossed position before looking down at his husband. "And we'll both be very fortunate if he does, right Blaine?" he countered with an evil grin of his own.

"Of course." Blaine chuckled again and looked to his son. "Come on, Aaden. You ready?"

Aaden turned to his father, still smiling brightly. "You betcha, Daddy!"

Kurt giggled. "Okay boys, ready?" His two boys nodded once at each other. "Okay! 1, 2… 3!"

And on "3" the two boys high-fived each other with the hands holding the sliced bread. The result was a perfect peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. Blaine was whooping as his son laughed uncontrollably, their hands still connected at the center of the screen, blocking Kurt out of the shot.

"Aaden," Kurt said from behind the sandwich, suddenly interrupting his son's giggles which filled the air. "May I try this masterpiece?"

The small boy eyed his sandwich for a beat. After, he looked to Blaine, who was nodding.

Aaden then took the sandwich and held it up to Kurt, revealing the pale man once again into the frame. "Here, Daddy," he said, beaming up at Kurt as he did so.

Kurt grinned down at his son and took the sandwich carefully into his hands. He took a pointedly big bite out of the sandwich and visibly melted. His eyes fluttered shut and he sank a little from his standing position; his face was filled with pure bliss and delight.

"Mmmm!" Kurt moaned loudly. Opening his eyes, he chewed the rest of his bite and swallowed. "Boys, this may be the best sandwich I've ever tasted!" He said this as he looked down at Aaden, who was puffing out his chest proudly to his father with another bright grin.

"Thank you, Daddy!"

And with that the small boy grabbed Kurt's waist and hugged him tightly, burying his face into his father's stomach. With one hand, Kurt ruffled his son's hair.

"Aw, hey, come on! I want a hug too!" Blaine whined jokingly, standing up and walking over to his family.

The taller father guffawed at his husband, rolling his eyes playfully as he set the sandwich on a plate on the counter. He spread out his free arm and pulled Blaine into a one-armed embrace. Blaine wrapped both his arms around his family.

The last thing the camera recorded was the two fathers with their lips pressed gently against one another's before it ran out of battery.