Bryan watched as his seventeen year old son practically danced up the stairs to his bedroom, humming Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" as he went.
"David?" he sighed, turning back to face his husband where he sat on the couch with the dog. "Are you sure we're old enough for this?"
"Old enough for what, Bry? We're not old. Never going to be old. You're young and beautiful."
Bryan gracefully lowered himself onto the couch next to David, curling into his husband's side and resting his head in the crook of the man's neck. "Old enough to watch our baby fall in love."
"What? Blaine's not in love, babe. He's just a kid who met another kid. Love's a long way away. After med school," David said defiantly.
Bryan rolled his eyes. "Exactly. You aren't ready for it, either. And he may not be IN love yet, but he will be. I bet you anything. I know my baby boy, and I can tell you. He's going to find everything he never knew he was looking for in this new boy."
David shook his head. "You're overthinking it, Bry. Blaine's only seventeen. Let's just enjoy him being a pretty reasonable and easy teenager, okay? It'll be fine."
Bryan sat up and turned to David, placing his hand on his husband's cheek and leaning in. "Whatever you say, darling," he said, his lips barely brushing David's.
"mmhm," David mumbled, clearly losing track of the conversation, "I say kiss me, kay?"
"Always," Bryan replied easily, closing the distance and kissing his husband as though it were the first time, just like every time.