It was 8pm on a Friday night and Kurt was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, humming to himself quietly. Blaine quietly crept up behind his husband and slipped his strong arms around Kurt's slim waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. Kurt jumped ever so slightly, surprised at Blaine's sudden presence.
"It's just me, silly" Blaine whispered into his ear, smiling at Kurt's surprise.
"Good." He replied. "If it was anyone else, then I'd really need to be concerned," he said, turning his head to peck Blaine on the cheek. Kurt felt the soft vibrations through Blaine's chest pressed against his back as he chuckled softly.
"Where's Max?" Kurt asked. Their curly haired, six year old son was usually glued to the television or scribbling with crayons at the kitchen table right about now.
"In his room, playing with the little toy cars your dad got him for Christmas. He loves them, you know. We should call and thank Burt." Kurt hummed his agreement.
"Shouldn't he be going to bed soon, hun?" Kurt asked him
"Yeah, I was just on my way to tuck him in. But is it so wrong for a man to come hug his husband before putting his son to bed? Hmm?" Blaine teased with a smile in his voice.
"Well, when you put it that way..." Kurt put the dish he was washing down and turned around in Blaine's arms to face the man behind him. He draped his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss. After pulling away Kurt tried to say, "He should really be getting to bed." But Blaine cut him off with another quick kiss.
"Yes, dear," he said brushing the tip of his nose against Kurt's.
"I love you," Kurt whispered.
"Love you, too," Blaine replied and placed one last kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose. He reluctantly pulled his arms from around his waist and went to go tuck in Max.
Blaine walked up to the open door of his son's room and leaned against the door frame. Max's back was to the door, completely absorbed in his toy cars, making sound effects and everything. Blaine laughed softly, adoring the whimsy and joy of the child in front of him. His child. Even after six years, he still could barely believe he was a father. It seemed like only yesterday, he and Kurt had gotten married and settled down...
Pulling himself out of his day dream, Blaine pulled his attention back to Max. Walking into the room, he made his footsteps heard so he didn't startle the boy. He bent over, wrapped his arms around the little bundle of joy, and tickled his ribs, pulling a squeal of laughter out of Max. He dropped his toy cars as his dad scooped him up in his arms and pulled him close.
"Daddy!" He exclaimed, a smile spreading across his small face.
"Hey there kiddo. Having fun in here?"
"Yep!" Max said, very quick with his answer. Blaine chuckled at his son.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but it's gettin' close to bed time. How 'bout I help you put your toys away, then I'll sing you a song, sound good?" Max's face fell when his dad told him he would have to put his toys away, but immediately lit up again hearing that he would get a lullaby. He loved his daddy's songs, they always let him go to sleep happy.
Blaine set Max down on the dusty blue carpet again and got down to the ground to gather up the scattered toys. Max helped him scoop them all up and put them back in his toy box.
"Alrighty, now that that's done, you ready for bed?" He asked his son, who nodded in reply.
"PJ's on?"
"Yep!" Max replied enthusiastically as Blaine began their nightly check list.
"Teeth brushed?" Max opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again, not quite as quick to reply to that one.
"Maybe?" he tried. Blaine gave him a fake disapproving look.
"Go brush those teeth, buddy," he told Max in all seriousness. The boy padded out of the room reluctantly, knowing there was no use in lying. When he came back, Blaine was sitting on the edge of his bed after having fluffed his pillow and pulled his covers down.
"O.K. Now I think we're ready for bed," he said as Max climbed into the bed clutching a well worn teddy bear. Blaine leaned over and turned off the lamp on the bedside table and pulled the covers up to Max's chin.
"Which song do you wanna hear tonight?" Blaine asked. After a moment of thought, Max piped up with, "The one about the moon!" Blaine smiled at his enthusiasm, laughed slightly and said, "O.K." He rested a hand on Max's side, then he began to sing.
Wake up, I'm lonely, let's talk about how we
Love to talk on the telephone
We would hang up and go back to absolutely nothing
And by absolutely nothing I mean pick up the phone. The
Sun is out, the moon is smiling
In the corner of his eye he's crying for his
Next new arrival for the rest of the night.
Good ol' moon is like me,
We want free but we're stuck in here.
Blaine felt Max fidget a bit, trying to get comfortable.
I'll pick up the comics and sympathize with Linus
And the Z's that Dagwood leaves behind.
As for me, I wouldn't mind just to join him along.
I mean, just look at these two pictures can you tell me what's wrong. The
Sun is out, the moon is smiling
In the corner of his mind he's timing his
Next new arrival for the rest of the night.
Good ol' moon is like me,
We want free but we're stuck in here.
Max's breathing began to slow a little bit and Blaine softened his voice slightly in hopes that Max would fall asleep soon. He eased into the bridge, slowing it down from how he usually sang it.
No more pain for a while,
You and I could sit in the sun and smile.
Maybe then, we'd be friends, yeah,
The moon, sun, and me,
And we could sing together in perfect harmony.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Max had now begun to snore ever so softly. Just then, Kurt made his way over to lean in the door frame of the room, watching his family adoringly, without them even guessing he was there. He was always amazed at how much love could seep through one song from Blaine. He loved how Blaine looked at Max, as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered right then except for loving the child in front of him. Sensing that Max had fallen asleep, Blaine lowered his voice to a whisper and slowed the final verse and chorus down even more.
Wake up, I'm lonely, let's talk about how we
Need to find a better dream,
Cause it's getting much darker the sun is worn out
And I think it's time for you and I to get some sleep.
Oh, the moon is out, the sun is trying
Not to look upset, but man he's dying for his
Next new arrival for the rest of the night.
Good ol' moon is like me,
We want free
but we're stuck in here.
The song came to a close, and Blaine brushed the wild, dark curls off his son's forehead and leaned in to kiss him where the curls had once covered.
"Sweet dreams, buddy," he whispered. Then he rose from the bed, pulled the covers up closer to Max's chin and gave the boy one last adoring look before turning and leaving the room. He almost ran straight into Kurt, not seeing his silhouette filling the doorframe due to the poor lighting. He fumbled over his own feet, but Kurt reached out and grabbed his hand, giving him some kind of stability.
"Of course you would be the one to wake him up after singing him to sleep," Kurt whispered jokingly.
"Oh hush, you," Blaine replied, pulling his husband down the short, dim hall by the hand. Kurt stopped him in front of their bedroom door.
"I love you, you know. So much. The way you are with him, seeing you sing to him every night...it just makes me love you that much more. He's lucky to have a father like you," Kurt looked Blaine directly in the eyes, squeezing his hand to hold back tears that were threatening to fall for some reason. Whether it was just from an overflow of love for Blaine or feeling as if he wasn't doing enough as a father, he couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both.
"Oh sweetie..." Blaine replied, and placed his free hand on Kurt's cheek, leaning in for a delicate kiss. He pulled away but kept his forehead touching Kurt's. "He's lucky to have a father like you. I've seen the way he looks at you when your holding him, when you're playing with him in the park. Hell, even when you walk into the room his face lights up. He loves you. You know that. And I love you. More than you could ever know. We both do, Kurt. Trust that, OK?" Blaine's thumb brushed across Kurt's cheek softly, catching a tear that had just escaped his eye and wiping it away. Kurt sniffled a bit and leaned into Blaine's touch. He nodded, knowing he was being stupid.
"I love you, too. More than anything," He whispered. And Blaine leaned in again, sealing his lips over Kurt's gently. Kurt's lips moved against Blaine's in response and he unlaced their fingers to cup Blaine's cheek in his hand. No one could say how long they kissed but even after pulling apart, Blaine gathered Kurt up in his arms and held him there, safe and protected. After a while, Blaine pulled back and looked Kurt in the eye.
"Let's go to bed, OK?" He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Kurt's ear.
"OK," Kurt replied and let Blaine take his hand and tug him gently into their bedroom, closing the door softly behind them.