"Do you need help in there?" Kurt called from the living room into the kitchen. "I can hear you struggling to reach something in there."

"No. Don't make fun of the vertically challenged!" Blaine called back, sounding miffed.

"Okay, then…"

A few moments later, Kurt heard a loud groan followed by a pitiful, "Help meeee."

With a grin on his face, Kurt stood and headed for the kitchen, unable to hold back a giggle when he walked in to find Blaine on his tiptoes, straining to reach the popcorn popper.

"Don't laugh. It's mean!" Blaine whined as Kurt leaned around him.

"I'm not laughing at you, sweetheart. I think it's cute that I'm always having to reach things for you. I like rescuing you from your short little muffin woes."

"Hey! I saved you once, you know," Blaine reminded, accepting the popcorn popper. "Remember?"

"Oh, yeah… I'd forgotten…"

On Mondays, Ms. Fabray—who the kids called Ms. Fairy—opened the toy closet and let the kids pick out whatever they wanted during free times and center times. The only rule was that they could only have one toy bucket at a time. For the most part, she did her best to help the kids get the toy buckets they wanted down from the tall shelves. Sometimes, though, when she was busy helping another student, they either had to be patient or try to help themselves.

One Monday, Kurt and Blaine were contentedly playing with the Hot Wheels on the floor. Kurt hadn't been too keen on playing with them; he'd wanted the baby dolls, but Quinn, Santana, and Brittany had snapped them up first. So, he was patiently waiting for them to put them back in the closet so he could have them. In the meantime, he was driving cars back and forth to the gas station and car wash with Blaine, making up stories about where the cars had been and why they were passing through town.

Holding up a bright purple corvette, Kurt said, "Dis one goed to da mou'tains an' drived up, up, up!" He raised his hand above his head as high as he could to demonstrate what he meant to Blaine. "Den, it drived down 'gain, an' goed frew a pubble, spwashing him car wif mud. An' a big fat bear chaseded him an' makeded him dwives frew da forest, so he getted yeaves an' sticks in his car. Dats why is so dirty."

Blaine nodded. "He needsa get weally, weally cwean."

Kurt nodded in agreement. He began to make a whooshing sound with his mouth when something caught his attention, a movement out of the corner of his eye. It was Quinn, putting the dolls back into the closet with the help of Ms. Fairy. "My Bwainers, yook!" he exclaimed, pointing. "We c'n get da dollies now an' pway daddies!" He bounced up and down excitedly on his heels.

Glancing over his shoulder at their teacher, Blaine nodded. "You help me cwean up?"

Without answering, Kurt grabbed the nearby car bucket and began tossing in cars as quickly as he could. Blaine helped, the two of them making short work of the mess.

Just as they were picking up the last of the cars, they heard a long, loud wail from behind them. They both turned to look in the direction of the sound to see Rachel sobbing into her arms at the arts and crafts table, Ms. Fairy rubbing her back soothingly. Nearby, Mercedes, Tina, and Finn were looking on sadly, and Noah was rubbing his arm, which looked bright red.

"Uh-oh," Kurt whispered to Blaine. "Yooks yike Rachel hitted Noah. Dat's mean."

"She's a meanie sometimes," Blaine replied with a shrug. He felt bad for Noah, but he didn't want to go over there and get involved. Rachel was probably going to get a time out, and he didn't want to get one, too. He hated time outs.

Without another word, Kurt got to his feet and grabbed Blaine's hand, dragging him over to the toy closet. He slid the bucket of cars back into an empty space on the lowest shelf. Then, he looked up. The baby dolls were in a bucket on the third shelf, which was up pretty high. He stood up on his tippy toes, stretching as high as he could, but he couldn't quite reach, the bucket just outside his grasp. "Can' reach it,'' he pouted.

Blaine, ever the supportive friend, tried to reach the bucket, too, but he was even shorter than Kurt. His fingers didn't even come close. "Me eivver," he said sadly.

"Wan' the baby dolls." Kurt glanced back over at the arts and crafts table. Ms. Fairy was still trying to get Rachel to stop crying, and now Noah was crying, too. "If I wai' for Ms. Fairy to he'p, is gonna take f'eva an' eva," he complained.

"Uh-huh," Blaine agreed. With wide eyes, he looked around the room, trying to figure out how to help Kurt. He didn't quite understand it, but seeing Kurt cry made him want to cry. He didn't want his friend to be sad, and he did want to play daddies with Kurt. It was fun! Finally, he saw something over on the other side of the room that could help. "Stay hewe," he instructed, letting go of Kurt's hand and running off.

Kurt watched him with sad, teary eyes as he darted away. "Where he goin'?" he asked himself quietly. He didn't like being alone, especially when he was sad. He really just wanted a hug from his friend.

A moment later, Blaine was back, the step stool from the drinking fountain in his hands. He proudly set it down on the floor in front of the closet and turned back to Kurt, a wide smile on his face. "Dere!" he announced. "Now, you be tall!"

Sniffling, Kurt nodded, stepping up onto the stool. He easily grabbed the bucket of baby dolls, only tottering a little, and stepped down again, keeping them clutched close to his chest. "Fanks," he whispered to Blaine.

"We'come!" the other boy beamed. "You gets dem out, an' I put da steppin' stoowa back."

"Kay." Kurt returned to where they'd been playing with the cars on the floor, opening up the tub and pulling out the dolls. There were blankets and bottles in the bottom of the tub which he pulled out first, laying all the babies down on the unfolded blankets. Then, he grabbed bottles and began sticking them in the dolls mouths. When Blaine came back, Kurt asked, "Which babies you wan'?"

Blaine thought for a moment, tapping his chin. "We c'n sha'e dem? Be daddies togevver?"

"Yay!" Kurt exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly and bouncing up and down on his knees once more. "We hasta gives owwa babies names! I wan' dis one be Yucy. Now, you turn."

Together, they named all six of the dolls, then Kurt told Blaine all about which one's he'd fed and which ones needed to be burped or have new diapers.

A while later, Ms. Fairy came by to see what they were doing. She was surprised to find the two of the crouched over one baby doll in particular, patting it and making hushing sounds at it. "How's the baby?" she asked quietly.

"She's s'eepin'," Blaine explained.

"She hadda bad dweam, an' her daddies had to sing her to sweep," Kurt went on.

"I see. Are you both her daddies?"

Kurt nodded. "Uh-huh."

Blaine blurted, "Me 'n' my Kurt's gonna gwow up, gets mawwied, an' has wots an' wots of babies!"

Ms. Fairy nodded at that. "I think you two will be very good daddies," she told them with a smile. "What song did you sing to get this one to go back to sleep?"

The two little boys looked at each other. "You' Song," they said together.

Kurt added, "My mommy says dat E'ton John sings dat song. It's bootyful."

"It is," Ms. Fairy agreed. Then, she walked away, and the boys went back to playing daddies.

Kurt was startled out of his reverie by Blaine whispering into his ear, "'It's bootyful.' You were thinking about it, weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"We're so lucky we got to go to daycare together. So many couples have no idea what their spouse was like as a toddler."

"We are lucky we grew up together," Kurt agreed. "I wouldn't trade that for the world." He smiled fondly at his husband.

No one spoke for a little while as Blaine popped the popcorn for their movie, and Kurt poured them both big glasses of lemonade. It wasn't until they were settled on the couch that Blaine said, "You know… Maybe it's time we talk about actually becoming daddies."

Kurt's lips curved up into another smile as he turned to look at Blaine. "I was just thinking the same thing."