Fits with my headcanon daddies!verse, but can be followed regardless.

The book is typical kindergarten fare, laminated construction paper cover and special paper inside with both lines for text and a space for pictures. Ella's teacher neatly printed the words, though they're clearly taken from Ella's exact dictation, and the pictures are bold splotches of crayon and glitter glue - Kurt thinks they show artistic promise. Blaine wants to get them hung in the MoMA.

They can't help but reread it in more detail in bed that night.

"A Guide to My Family, by Elena Beth Anderson-Hummel," Kurt reads, tracing over the bump on the cover where a picture of the four of them has been glued down.

"One of my daddies is Papa," Blaine says once they flip the page, smiling over at Kurt. "He is the best at tea parties and never makes me wear clothes I don't like. Papa sings all the princess parts whenever Vivi and I ask for songs."

"My other daddy is Daddy," Kurt says, emulating Blaine's sing-song tone. "He makes heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast every Saturday and is a superhero. Daddy sings all the prince parts."

"Both of my daddies are actors, like Auntie Rachel and Uncle Jesse. That means they get to play pretend as a job! I would like to be just like my daddies when I grow up but also a soccer player." Blaine pauses. "Wow, she really does love soccer if she's saying that after only a year of playing."

"We'll have to keep her enrolled," Kurt says, making a mental note. He turns the page and continues, "Then there's me. I'm the oldest and the smartest. I like playing soccer and my fairy wings and Papa's special snickerdoodle cookies. Auntie Rachel says I'm just as stubborn as her, and my daddies will have to watch out."

"Good Lord," Blaine says, dragging a hand over his face. "She also got Rachel's lack of boundaries, I see."

"I'm sorry, have you repressed the Gap Attack entirely? Maybe she's not yours biologically, but she's still yours," Kurt says pointedly.

Blaine glowers, making Kurt lean in and kiss his cheek.

"C'mon, read about our other daughter."

"Vivi is the baby. She's getting better at playing dolls with me, but she still tries to eat their hands sometimes, so I have to yell at her. She's good at dress-up, though. I love my baby sister the most in the entire world," Blaine says, tearing up.

"Is that them holding hands?" Kurt asks, pointing at the drawing on Vivi's page. It features a long-haired brunette in a purple tutu and a smaller figure in a pink tutu with a giant swirl of black spirals around her head. Kurt can only assume they're meant to be Vivi's sometimes unruly curls.

"I think so," Blaine says, running a finger over the page gently. "In their Christmas presents from Tina last year."

"Okay, last page," Kurt says, taking the book again. "My family is the bestest family. Daddy and Papa are always hugging and kissing each other and me and Vivi, and there's always sweets and music. Emily says my family can't be a real family since we don't have a mommy, but I think she's just jealous because her mommy says she has to be vegan. If she could live with us, I think she'd be a lot happier. So would anyone."

Kurt chokes up as he finishes reading, hastily moving the book out of the way so he won't splash the pages. Blaine pulls him in close, tears sparkling on his own cheeks as well.

"Is it bad that I want us to become the Von Trapp family now?" Kurt asks, laughing wetly and wiping his eyes.

"Why stop there? I was thinking we could go full Cheaper by the Dozen," Blaine responds, voice squeaking as it always does when he cries. "Brad and Angie will have nothing on us."

"Let's revisit this in the morning over a surprise round of heart-shaped pancakes," Kurt says, flicking off the lamp and laying down.

"On a Tuesday? You're going soft in your old age," Blaine teases, snuggling up next to Kurt.

"Watch yourself, or Vivi's edition is only going to feature Papa."

"I mean, pancakes sound amazing. Especially if they come with coffee from that street vendor down the block?"

"I'll run out and grab drinks as you mix the batter. We'll do pancakes and hot chocolate."

"We really are the bestest family."

"Damn straight."