This is something to write freely. I hope you enjoy it. It revolves around Kurtbastian and their twin son and daughter, McKinley and Dalton. They were named after their parents' high schools.

Kurt awoke to McKinley at the door. "Hun, before you get up leave her for a bit. She's three years old, she'll go back to bed." Sebastian moaned. "I can't, she'll wake Dalton up." Kurt ran out of the room. As soon as McKinley saw him she smiled. Kurt picked her up and gently laid her in bed, switching on her nightlight so she wasn't scared. Instantly, she was asleep. Kurt walked back to bed and flopped down. Sebastian watched him until he fell asleep.

The next morning, Sebastian grabbed Dalton and ruffled his hazel hair, making him erupt in laughter. Kurt lifted McKinley and combed her long, maroon waves. She wriggled and wriggled until he couldn't stand it any longer. "Sweetie, go watch TV, your favourite show is on the television. She darted to the couch. Sesame Street was her all-time favourite show. Dalton was addicted to Thomas The Tank Engine. Kurt knew if they were both watching TV he could go clean up their rooms. He entered Dalton's room and saw a messy bed, with a Thomas The Tank Engine quilt. He flattened the bed out and put all of Dalton's teddy bears where they always went, next to his pillow. His nightlight (Thomas again.) was sat next to his bed on a cabinet. Everything else was in order.

McKinley's room was perfectly clean, then he saw his husband had cleaned her room. "Beat me to it." Kurt smirked. Then Kurt saw a note on the bed. It read:"Looks like you got a case of meerkat smirk." Kurt smirked even more. Then he heard a smash. His parenting instinct was to go to the kids, but they were chattering away happily. However, he heard a muttered word that sounded like "Shit" from the kitchen. Kurt ran to find the kids in the kitchen, crying while looking at their father, who was lying with the back of his head on the floor. "Hon, do we have any band aids? I dropped a glass" Sebastian croaked. "Do you realise how scared you had me then?" Kurt said, signature bitch glare on his face. "You scared the kids as well. Oh, by the way, the band aids are on the table." Kurt said scooping up the kids and walking out of the room. Sure, they were a messed up family sometimes, but in the end, those kids were raised by love.

A/N: I know this is really short but I'm working on it. I hope to do some more chapters, we'll see how it goes. I would love reviews that are honest, so if you ship Kurtbastian but hated the story don't worry about it. You could give me some ideas on how to improve it. I hope you enjoyed my story. Thank you for reading.