For the record, Zacky and Nicky are 5-almost- 6 and Sophie is 3.

"Look at those sleepy faces!" Carole exclaimed, eagerly pulling the front door open and beaming.

"Daddy," Sophie whined, arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's neck. "It's cold."

"I know, baby." Blaine said, snuggling her closer. "We're inside now."

"I'm not sleepy!" Nicky chirped, strutting into the house with a remote control car tucked under his arm. "Where's Grandpa? I wanna show him my Hot Wheels!"

"Grandpa's in the kitchen, hon. Don't I get a hug?"

Nicky dropped his backpack full of toys and jumped into Carole's arms, giving her a big hug. "Hi, Grandma."

"Hello sweetie! Where are Kurt and Zacky?" Carole asked Blaine after setting Nicky down, who ran off yelling for Burt.

"Zacky doesn't want to wake up. Kurt's trying to get him." Blaine said. He kissed Sophie's cheek. "Say hi to Grandma?"

Sophie nuzzled his cheek and yawned in response, arms tightening around his neck. Carole went around behind Blaine and waved at her, smiling. She giggled and waved one little hand before latching back onto her father.

"He gets heavier every day, my God." Kurt grunted, making his way into the house with his almost six-year-old son in his arms. Zacky's hands were around Kurt's neck and his legs wrapped around his chest, looking more than half asleep.

"Snow." Zacky mumbled sleepily, raising his head off of Kurt's chest and looking out the door's window. "Snowing. Snowman?"

"We'll make a snowman tomorrow." Blaine assured him. "A gigantic one."

"Promise?" Zacky asked, sleepily shifting to look at Blaine with big hazel eyes.

"Promise." Blaine ruffled his curls.

"Hey, Carole." Kurt said, kissing her cheek.

"Hi there, sweetie." Carole smiled and grabbed Zacky's hand, squeezing it tightly. "Hello, baby."

"Hello, Grandma." Zacky yawned and blinked at her before letting his head fall back against Kurt's chest..

"Those curls." Carole laughed, freeing his hand. "He still won't cut them?"

"Steadily refuses." Blaine leaned down and stood little Sophie up. "Go find Grandpa?"

"Grandpa-pa-pa-pa!" she squealed, suddenly wide awake and taking off towards the kitchen. "Pa-pa-pa-pa!"

"It's been a long drive." Blaine laughed as Zacky let out a soft snore. "Longer for some than others."

"Bless his heart." Carole laughed.

"Where's my best friend?"

"Melody is asleep. She had a long day. They put on a little Christmas play since it was the last day of school." Carole said. "She had a solo."

"Did she do fabulously?" Kurt asked, resituating Zacky.

"Of course." Carole smiled as Burt came in, Sophie wrapped around his leg and Nicky following on the ground, making his car drive on the floor and imitating an engine revving.

"I feel like I'm supposed to have one more grandchild following me."

"Hey Dad." Kurt laughed, attempting to point to his son while still managing to hold him. "He's right here. I tried to wake him up, but it didn't quite work."

"He still Kurt's baby?" Burt chuckled, hugging Blaine.

"You know it." Blaine laughed, hugging Burt back. "Nick, be careful with that!" He watched as Nicky quickly ran across the floor with his remote Hot Wheels car, leading it right into a table. Blaine almost missed the vase that fell off of the table, but grabbed it just in time.

"Oops." Nicky said happily, turning his car in the opposite direction and chasing it. "Sorry, sorry!"

Kurt shifted Zacky to his other side, or attempted to, and looked down at Sophie, who was bouncing up and down, trying to reach Burt's hand as Burt repeatedly pulled it just out of reach. "Alright, babies. It's bedtime."

"Daddy." Nicky whined, coming to a halt in the center of the room.

"Uncle Finn's room. Go, Pooh Bear." Kurt said, pointing to the stairs.

"We wanna play." Nicky pouted, stomping his foot.

"Play, grandpa-pa-pa-pa!" Sophie giggled loudly as Burt scooped her up.

"Daddy's sleepy, Dad is sleepy, and Zacky is already sleeping. Shouldn't that twin thing be kicking in by now?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrow at his son and then promptly yawning.

"I sleepy too, Daddy." Sophie, who would automatically want part in anything Kurt and Blaine said and did, yawned also.

"Aw, are you, baby?" Blaine bent down and kissed the top of her head. He then held open his arms. "C'mon, monkey. Daddy will get you to bed."

"Sleep with Daddy?" Sophie asked, leaning back so she could see him and sticking her lower lip out.

"No, no, no. You're gonna be right in-between Zacky and Nicky, lovey." Blaine said as he picked her up.

"But Nicky hurts me. He kicks."

"Do not!" Nicky said.

"Yes. You do." Kurt scoffed. "Hard. I haven't forgotten Orlando yet, sir."

"That just means you're going to be a big, strong boy, doesn't it, bud?" Burt asked, grinning at his grandson.

"I don't know how big he'll get." Blaine snorted. "Sophie, say goodnight to grandpa and grandma."

Sophie wrapped her little arms around his neck, giving him a look that could rival Kurt's trademark fine. "But Daddy, do I have to?"

"Sophia Lily." Blaine said firmly.

"Daddy Blaine." Sophie said right back.

Carole covered her mouth to hide her silent laughter.

"No. It's Daddy B." Nicky corrected. "Daddy B."

Blaine shot Nicky a look. "Nick, put the car up and go to bed."

"C'mon, Pooh Bear." Kurt walked to Nicky, Zacky still snuggled against him, and ruffled Nicky's shaggy light brown hair.

"Don't call me Pooh Bear in front of people, Daddy." Nicky said, looking highly offended.

"Would you rather me call you Booger Butt?" Kurt asked.

"I don't have a Booger Butt!" Nicky said loudly, scowling.

"The sooner you babies go to bed, the sooner we get to make cookies and candy." Carole said, smiling.

"This one is half way there." Burt chuckled, pointing at Sophie whose eyes were drooping.

"Say night night, monkey." Blaine said, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Ni ni, monkey." Sophie responded, nuzzling his shoulder. Within seconds she was asleep.

"Alright, Nicky. That's two. The odds aren't in your favor." Kurt said. "Finn's room."

"Fine but this is highly unconstitutional!" Nicky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air the same way that they had seen Blaine do on the television more than once. "And I won't stand for it!"

Kurt burst out laughing, startling Zacky out of his slumber. He sat up straight and looked around quickly, nearly conking heads with Kurt. "Grandma! Grandpa!" He gave a sleepy smile and then it slowly faded. "Hey, I missed the bridge! Drats!"

"Oh my God. Blaine, get Sophie upstairs fast before she wakes back up." Kurt said, sitting Zacky down and stretching his arms out. "You're getting heavy, babe."

"Grandma, I'm hungry!" Zacky said, going up to her and ignoring Kurt's comment.

"You are just like your Daddy." Carole laughed, hugging him.

"Which one?" Zacky asked, tilting his head.

Carole pointed to Blaine as he carried Sophie up the stairs in trying to keep at least one child asleep. "The one that eats a lot."

"Justice has been done!" Nicky declared, lowering his voice. "And I need a drink!"

"Do you know how much easier my life would be if you were a girl, huh?" Kurt said, scooping Nicky up. "Do you?"

"Dad says the house would be too quiet without meeee." Nicky began his sentence in his normal voice but ended it in a falsetto singing voice.

"You've been this energetic since we got into the car at ten." Kurt said. "Can I have some?"

"Some of what?" Nicky tilted his head.

"That energy."

Nicky leaned forward and licked Kurt's face. "There ya go!"

"I'm gonna get you." Kurt laughed. "You're stuck. I'm going to hold you for the rest of the night."

"Are you for serious?" Nicky's hazel eyes widened.

"Mhmm." Kurt said, giving him a tight squeeze.

"Dad! Dad! Help!" Nicky exclaimed.

"Shh, he's putting Sophie to bed." Kurt laughed, covering his mouth. "Ew! Nick! What is this obsession with licking?"

Nicky just cackled into his hand and then leaned back so that his head was angled to the floor. "I'unno!"

"You know how Dad feels about you saying dunno instead of don't know." Kurt said, leaning him down more.

"My hairs touching the floor! Look, grandpa! Look!"

"I bet you could use him as a mop." Burt laughed.

"Nuh uh." Nicky giggled. "Pull me up, Daddy!"

"Say please." Kurt teased.

"Hey, who gave you the cookie?" Nicky said, wiggling and staring at his twin brother.

"Grandma." Zacky said, nibbling. "She gave me one for you too."

"Down, Daddy, down!" Nicky said, flailing his arms wildly.

"Say please." Kurt repeated.

"Manners, schmanners. That cookie's got Santa on it!" Nicky yelped, running over to Zacky when Kurt set him loose. "That's a big cookie."

"She's got a cake too!" Zacky grinned.

"And Rice Krispies." Burt added, chuckling as Nicky cackled and bit off Santa's head.

"Who is Nick pretending to murder now?" Blaine asked, coming down the stairs.

"He gets this from you and your Teddy Grahams, Blaine." Kurt sighed, pointing to the cookie.

Zacky walked to him and held out a snowman cookie. "Grandma gave this to you and Daddy gets the stocking with the bear."

"What'd yours look like?" Blaine asked, ruffling his curly hair.

"Gingerbread man." Zacky gave him a shy smile. "I named him Carl."

"Carl, huh?" Blaine said.

"Mhmm." Zacky nodded and went to give Kurt his cookie.

"Thank you, sweetie." Kurt said, scooping him up. "I think once you boys eat your cookies, we're going to brush our teeth and go to sleep."

"Aw but we just got here." Zacky protested.

"Actually you was sleeping." Nicky pointed out.

"Were." Blaine said. "Were sleeping."

Nicky shrugged and tilted his head since he had yet to master the art of eye rolling. Zacky tilted his head back too and giggled, pointing at the ceiling. "I see a spider!"

"Gross. If it comes down I'll kill it."

"No!" Zacky exclaimed, head whipping down to stare at Kurt. "He didn't do anything to you and—and—and I won't let you!"

"It's unconstitutional and we won't stand for it!" Nicky bellowed.

Kurt shook his head. "Next time Blaine has a high profile case on the news one young man will not be watching it."

"It's boring anyway. It's only good when Daddy gets mad." Nicky shrugged.

Zacky giggled. "It is funny. Dad's like…" He did not speak, but instead just shook his entire body really fast and made a squawking noise.

Nicky giggled. "And then he stomps on stuff! Like buildings and-and people."

"And then he yells Kuuuuurt!"

"And—and—And Kreeeeacher, damn dog!"

"And then Daddy's like 'I just want quiet!' and, and, and then Dad's like 'Well I just want to give away that dog!'"

"And then they yell s'more. And then…" Nicky shuddered. "They kiss."

Blaine just rolled his eyes while Kurt shook his head.

"Are they always this energetic?" Carole laughed.

"Yep!" Nicky chirped.

"But we were in the car all day, Grandma. Nicky kept kicking the seat. And Sophie kept trying to take the music player." Zacky said solemnly. "She likes the Wiggles. I don't."

"You don't like the Wiggles?" Carole asked.

"I'm too big for that, Grandma." Zacky said.

"I bet you're tired after sitting in the car all day, aren't you?" Kurt asked in a sweet voice.

"Nope!" Nicky said.

"How about we just go and get in bed, alright? And Grandpa will read you some of The Night Before Christmas." Carole said, kneeling down by him.

"I'd rather stay up. This is a trap." Nicky stuck his lip out. "Doesn't Grandma want to see her grandson?"

"Hey, I'm a grandson too!" Zacky whined. "Daddy, tell him I'm a grandson."

"I knows that but I was here first." Nicky said.

"Only by four minutes. Daddy, I'm sleepy." Zacky yawned. "I wanna hear The Night Before Christmas."

"Well come on, kiddo, and we'll get reading." Burt said, holding out his hand when Kurt set him on the floor after kissing his cheek.

"Aw, drats. This is unconstitutional!" Nicky whined as Kurt kissed the top of his head too.

"Little boys needs lots of rest." Carole said gently, kneeling down by him. "So that big daddies can have rest too."

"I'd still rather be up all night." Nicky said.

"C'mon, bud." Burt held out his hand. "Bed time."

Kurt waited until the boys were safely on the stairs and out of eyesight before collapsing on the couch. "It's so hard to get Nicky to go to bed, Carole. Oh God."

"You can blame that Ryan kid. My bedtime is eleven. Who lets a five year old stay up that late?" Blaine scoffed, sitting in one of the chairs.

"If I hear that Fruit Salad song one more time for an entire week I'm going to hunt the Wiggles down and show them where they can stick it."

"What time do they usually go to bed?" Carole asked.

"Sophie usually falls asleep on her own by 7:30." Blaine yawned. "But we try to get the boys in bed around 8."

"With Nicky it usually ends up being 9." Kurt added.

"Well it's around then now, so they're not going to bed too late." Carole said cheerfully, sitting by Blaine. "You all made really good time."

"If Blaine had been driving we wouldn't have." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I can do an eleven hour drive in nine and a half. He can in twelve. Besides, he's better at solving Sophie Car Meltdowns."

Blaine yawned again and pulled out his cell phone, making sure he had no missed calls. He then raised his eyebrow. "When have I ever said justice has been done?"

Kurt shook his head, yawning also. "I don't know. I think the babysitter lets them watch whatever they want when we're gone.

"Sounds like two daddies need rest." Carole said, patting Blaine's leg and standing. "Kurt, your room is all made up for you two."

"Carole, you're amazing." Kurt stood and hugged her.

"I try." She laughed, hugging him back. "You look so good."

Kurt flashed her a bright but sleepy smile. "I try."

"You boys get up to bed. Don't worry about waking up early to be with the kids. I'll take care of them until you're up."

"I wouldn't subject that to my worst enemy." Blaine muttered, earning a punch in the arm from Kurt. "What? It's true. I love them but they can be a bit of a handful."

Burt came down. "All three of your children are asleep. Would you believe Nick was the first one out? His head hadn't even hit the pillow."

"Probably because he spent half the ride here doing tribal calls out the window to anyone in a car without tinted windows." Blaine laughed, rubbing his face and standing.

"There's no way we can go to bed now. It's only just nine." Kurt said, stretching his legs out. "Where are you going, Blaine?"

"'M hungry and if we aren't going to bed, then I'm going to eat." Blaine responded, heading into the kitchen with Burt, who very clearly said something about 'showing you where the good food is hidden.'

"I guess some things never change."