The name of the book, he could not remember. Nor the exact date or what they all had done that day. What Blaine did remember, however, was Kevin. Kevin had asked Blaine to read him a story before bed, making Blaine's heart swell with pride and joy because that was usually Kurt's job. Kurt was working a rare late night, so the house was perfectly still and quiet as Blaine began to read. Kevin initially focused on the story with great rapture, really emotionally involved as he always was. As Blaine continued, however, Kevin's focus shifted - to Blaine.
Kevin had always loved his Daddy's voice, especially if he was singing. Even if he was just talking, Kevin thought his voice was pretty. This put a huge smile on Kevin's face, somewhat of a contrast with the emotions in the story. Blaine paused, seeing this.
"What is it, Kev?"
"Nothing, Daddy. Can you finish the story please?"
As Blaine was wrapping up the story, he noticed that Kevin had fallen asleep, cuddling up with Blaine's arm. Blaine gently detached himself and left the room, looking back one last time at what was possibly the best thing to happen to him in his whole life (other than Kurt, of course). He turned off the light before going to the kitchen to make himself a snack.
Little did he know, Kevin was having a particularly pleasant dream. The dream was simple: Blaine, reading or singing to Kevin all the time, so Kevin could always hear his Daddy's beautiful voice. Neither of them ever got sick of it. Later, when the whole house was in deep slumber, Kevin muttered in his sleep.
"I love you Daddy."
