Dave hardly slept that night. Kurt and Blaine's couch was really comfortable, and he was exhausted. However, he kept thinking about all the things he wanted to do with his boys and how excited he was to spend an entire day with them. Kurt and Blaine made for adorable littles when they weren't being brats, and his daddy side had grown very attached to them. He sighed, rolling onto his other side for the millionth time. Who was he kidding? All of him was attached to those boys, both big and little. And they were always cute.

Finally, at about 5:30 in the morning, Dave decided to just get up. He remembered that Blaine had been an early riser when they were together, and he wanted to have some breakfast ready for him when he woke. So, he quietly padded to the kitchen and found their griddle. Then, he scrounged around for everything that he needed to make smiling sunshine pancakes. He pulled the strawberries and blueberries that he' purchased the day before out of the fridge, washed them, and began to slice the strawberries into thin slices. Then, he pulled up a recipe for pancakes on his phone and set about making the batter. He was just pouring the first round of batter onto the griddle when Blaine stumbled into the kitchen.

"Daddy?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His curly hair was a wild mess on top of his head.

"Hi, little monkey," Dave greeted, pulling his groggy boy into his arms. "You're up early." He glanced at the clock. 6:12.

"No' s'eepy," Blaine explained, leaning into Daddy's warm embrace. His thumb crept toward his mouth, but he suddenly jumped back, gasping. "Forgetted King Yeo!"

Dave chuckled. Blaine had pronounced his lion's name every way but "Leo." "Do you want me to go get him?" he offered. "Is he in your bed?"

Blaine nodded. "Wif Kurt. He s'eepin'."

"I'll be quiet," Dave promised, walking toward their bedroom. He turned to remind Blaine, "Don't touch the griddle. It's hot. I'll be right back."

Blaine nodded. "I won't!"

On his tiptoes, Dave sneaked into Kurt and Blaine's bedroom. He smiled at the sight of Kurt curled around Winifred, snoring lightly. His hair was a mess and he had one foot out from the covers. He whined a little as he shifted, but his eyes never opened.

Dave could see King Leo on Blaine's pillow and carefully picked up the lion, tiptoeing back out of the room after placing a gentle kiss on Kurt's forehead. As he walked into the living room, he found Blaine curled up on the couch.

"Daddy s'eep on couch?" Blaine asked?

Dave nodded. "I sure did." He tossed the stuffed lion toward Blaine on his way to the kitchen. The pancakes needed to be flipped.

Blaine followed him, thumb hovering near his mouth again. "What makin'?" he inquired, standing a little ways back from Daddy.

"Sunshine pancakes," Dave replied. "And bacon." That hadn't been the original plan, but he was going with it.

"How you make dem sunshines?" Blaine wanted to know. He stepped a little bit closer so he could peer over Daddy's shoulder.

"I'll show you when one's done. Are you hungry?" Dave asked, glancing at the boy over his shoulder.

Blaine nodded.

"Thirsty?"

Blaine nodded again, this time taking another step closer and grabbed onto Dave's waistband. He kept Leo tucked under one arm and let his other thumb slip into his mouth.

"Do you want some juice?" Dave asked. He could feel Blaine's hand at his waistband, a sign, he remembered, of a Blaine that needed some extra attention.

"Yeth," Blaine lisped around his thumb.

Dave flipped the pancakes from the griddle onto a waiting plate before he turned toward the fridge. "Apple or grape?" he asked.

Blaine followed him, his hand never leaving his waistband. "Gwape."

Dave nodded and filled a clean sippy cup with the requested grape juice then took the hand from his waistband to guide the boy to the counter, placing Blaine's body between him and the counter top. "Want to help me make your sunshine pancake?" he asked softly.

Blaine nodded.

"Okay. First, we need a pancake. Which one looks the yummiest?"

Blaine pointed to the one on top. He didn't care much about what the pancake looked like. He just wanted to see the smiley face.

"Then, we need blueberries," Dave explained, setting the pancake down on Blaine's plate and reaching for the fruit bowl. Can you get two for the eyes?" he asked.

Blaine plucked out two blueberries and set them gently on the pancake.

"A nose," Dave coached, grabbing a blueberry and setting it in the middle.

"An' a mouf?" Blaine guessed, thumb still between his lips.

"My smart boy," Dave praised. "We need six. Can you help me count?"

Blaine nodded, holding out fingers as Daddy counted six blueberries.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six!" Dave placed them in a smile at the bottom of the pancake. "Then, we need some strawberries." He brought the bowl closer so he could use a spoon to pull out a few, setting them around the outer edge of the pancake, points up, to make the rays of the sun. When he was finished, he kissed Blaine's cheek. "All done. What do you think?"

Blaine clapped, his thumb slipping from his mouth. "Yay!"

"Ready to eat?" Daddy asked. He made a mental note to ask Blaine about a pacifier after breakfast.

"Daddy do?" Blaine wanted to know as Dave carried the sunshine pancake and Blaine's sippy cup to the table.

"Are you going to share your pancake with me?" Dave wanted to know.

"Uh huh!"

"Alright. Come here, monkey," he said fondly, pulling Blaine into his lap. They alternated bites as Blaine snuggled into Dave. He ate willingly, opening his mouth whenever Daddy asked and slurping on his juice whenever his cup was offered. Halfway through, Dave raised his hand to Blaine's forehead. "Do you feel okay?" he asked gently. Blaine didn't feel warm.

Blaine nodded. "'m fine, Daddy."

"Okay. You're just being an awfully snuggly boy this morning, and I wanted to make sure you didn't feel icky."

Blaine nodded again. "'m jus' s'eepy. We snuggle?"

"Are you full?" Dave asked. He was surprised. Blaine usually ate like a horse, and he'd only had a quarter of a pancake so far that morning.

"Yeah…"

"Well, let's finish this pancake; then, we can snuggle."

Blaine nodded, obediently opening his mouth for another bite. When the pancake was gone, he took another sip of juice before sliding off of Dave's lap and pulling on his hand. "'mon," he said.

"I'm coming, little monkey," Dave replied. "Go sit on the couch; I'll be there in a moment." Dave made a quick detour to the sink, dropping off their plate and fork before refilling Blaine's sippy and grabbing a pacifier. When he made it out to the living room, he found Blaine on the couch, thumb in his mouth, Leo on his shoulder. Dave plopped onto the couch next to Blaine, pulling the boy tightly against him. "How's my snuggly boy?" he asked.

"'m fibe," Blaine lisped around his thumb. "Jus' s'eepy."

"You could take a nap," Daddy suggested. "Or go back to bed."

Blaine was quiet for a long while. "Kur' is s'eepin'," he finally said.

Dave nodded, not sure where this was going. "He is."

"Kur' is sick?"

"I don't think so. He's just sleepy."

"He be mad if we wake him up?"

"Maybe," Daddy said.

"We wake him up?"

"I think we should let him sleep for a while," Daddy replied. "It's good for little boys to get lots of sleep."

"I is bad?"

"No, little monkey. You're not bad. You'll just have a nap later."

"Why?"

"Naps are good for little boys," Dave explained patiently. "Here." He held out a pacifier to Blaine. "Use this instead of your thumb."

Blaine tilted his head. "I gotta?"

"Just try it for me," Dave tried. "If you don't like it, we can talk." He knew Blaine had used them before when they were together and never had a problem with them. He doubted there would be a problem now. If he was being honest, Dave didn't have a problem with thumb sucking. He just didn't like the wet thumb prints that were left everywhere.

"'tay," Blaine agreed, removing his thumb and opening his mouth wide for Daddy to put in the pacifier. He sucked contentedly and pointed at the TV.

"Do you want to watch something?" Daddy guessed

Blaine nodded. "Yooney Toons?"

"Sure," Dave agreed switching on the TV. He made sure to keep the volume low so as not to wake Kurt and found an episode of Bugs Bunny. "Stay on the couch and drink your juice while you watch," Daddy instructed, carefully extracting himself from Blaine and the couch. "I'm going to go finish making the pancakes."

"'tay," Blaine agreed snuggling in with King Leo and his sippy cup of grape juice.

"Good boy." Dave kissed his forehead. "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen."

Blaine nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. He watched cartoons quietly for a while, sucking on his paci and sipping at his grape juice. He could smell bacon now, and his tummy was getting kind of rumbly. But, he missed his Kurt. So, when the next commercial came on, he quietly tiptoed down the hallway to their bedroom and snuck in.

Kurt was still curled up tightly on his side, Winifred snuggled close. He was softly snoring, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. His husband was cute. Still, Blaine needed him to wake up acuz he was bored and wanted to p'ay. So, Blaine tiptoed around to Kurt's side of the bed and shook him gently. "Kur'!" he said in a stage whisper. "Kur'!"

"Uhhh," Kurt moaned. He rolled from his side to his back, but never opened his eyes.

Blaine decided to try a new tactic. He poked at Kurt's cheek with his index finger. "Kur'!" he whispered again.

Kurt batted Blaine's finger away. This time, he woke up more cracking an eye to glare at the intruder. "Go 'way!" he insisted, grabbing Blaine's pillow and flopping it over his face.

"Wake up!" Blaine insisted. "Wanna p'ay!"

"No!" Kurt was always grumpy when he woke up, and this morning, he was teetering between headspaces. Hearing Blaine use his little speech was definitely pushing him in that direction, and the little side of Kurt thought that being really mad at Blaine would be acceptable. Blaine shouldn't wake him up. "Go 'way, Blaine!" he insisted. "I don' wanna pway!"

Blaine pooched out his lower lip. "But...I miss you…"

Kurt peeked out at him from under the pillow. Blaine looked sad, but Kurt was still mad. "No!" he said, louder this time. "I. Don'. Wanna!" He pounded a fist against the mattress, grazing Blaine's arm on accident.

"Owwwww!" Blaine wailed, pulling back as though Kurt had punched him. "You hurted!"

"Nuh uh!" Kurt yelled, thoroughly exasperated. "Yeave me 'lone to s'eep!"

In the kitchen, Dave heard loud voices coming from the bedroom. "Blaine?" he asked walking briskly from where he'd been putting breakfast foods away for later into the living room. "Where are you?" A quick glance to the couch confirmed that his little boy had left the room, so he continued toward the bedroom. From the sounds of it, Kurt was not a happy camper.

"I teww Daddy you hitted me!" Blaine hollered.

"I tell him you waked me up!" Kurt shouted.

"That's enough. Both of you," Dave said, opening the door and stepping into the dim room. "Blaine Devon," he said, focusing on the curly-haired boy. "What are you doing in here?"

Blaine pouted, turning his best sad eyes to Daddy. "I comed to say 'Hi' to Kur' an' he hitted me!"

"Nuh uh!" Kurt began to protest. "I di-"

Dave held up his hand. "Just a moment, please," he told Kurt. "Blaine, didn't we talk about waking Kurt up?"

Blaine nodded sadly, studying his feet.

"And what did I say?"

"Yet him s'eep…"

"That's right. But, what did you choose to do instead?"

"I comed to wake him up," the boy whispered.

"I see," Dave said disapprovingly. "Should you have done that?"

"No…"

"So, what do you think you should do now?"

"'powogize?" Blaine guessed.

"That's a good idea," Dave agreed, gesturing toward Kurt.

Blaine didn't look, continuing to stare at his feet sadly as he said, "'m sowwy I wakeded you up, Kur'. I jus' misseded you, an' I wanna p'ay wi-" He broke off, tears leaking out of his eyes. He felt bad now.

"Is okay, my Blainers," Kurt said, his heart softening a bit. "C'mere." He held out his hand to his sad husband.

Blaine immediately ran over and threw himself ontop of Kurt.

Kurt gave Daddy a confused look. "Is he otay?" he asked softly as he rubbed Blaine's back.

Dave nodded. "I think he's just having an emotional day," he explained. He walked to the bed and pulled Blaine into his arms, rocking him gently as he cooed to him. "You're okay," he promised. "Kurt's not mad. I'm not mad. You're okay."

After a minute, Blaine was sniffling against Dave's chest. "Sowwy," he said again, wiping at his nose with his arm.

"You're forgiven," Daddy assured, grabbing a tissue and holding it to Blaine's nose. "Blow." After tossing the used tissue into the nearby garbage can, he turned to Kurt, still holding Blaine close. "Did you hit him?" he asked softly.

Kurt shook his head. "Uh uh."

"My arm," Blaine whispered against Daddy's chest. "When you hitted da bed…"

Dave looked to Kurt. "Did you hit the bed."

A nod.

"Can you apologize, please?"

"Sorry, Blaine," Kurt muttered. He had been feeling less grumpy when Blaine started to cry, but having to apologize when he hadn't done anything wasn't fair. So, he glared at Blaine. He was being a meanie!

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Daddy asked, shifting Blaine against him. "It's still early. You can go back to sleep for a little while."

"No. I get up," Kurt answered, irritated. There would be no going back to sleep now.

"Okay," Dave replied. "Blaine and I will go out to the living room. I made sunshine pancakes and bacon for breakfast. I can heat some up for you in a minute."

"No' hungry," Kurt replied, sliding out of bed. "Jus' wan' coffee."

Dave grimaced. This was going to be a battle. "No coffee for little boys," he said gently, standing up but keeping Blaine tightly against him.

Kurt turned a powerful glare toward Dave and stomped his foot. "Coffee," he repeated.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," Dave said, walking toward the door. "Little boys can't have coffee. I'll make you some breakfast. Do you want grape juice or apple juice?"

"Coffee!"

"I'll pour you some apple," Daddy offered. "Blaine and I will be at the table." Then, he shut the door behind them.

"I makeded Kur' mad?" Blaine asked as they headed toward the table.

"No," Dave replied. "But, he's grumpy because he's still tired."

Blaine sighed. "'m sorry, Daddy. I jus' needed him."

"You're forgiven, monkey," Dave assured gently. "We'll just take naps this afternoon."

With a small huff, Blaine whined, "Don' wanna nap."

"Whiney boys are sleepy boys," Dave replied. "Do you want some bacon?"

Blaine nodded. "An' pancake?"

"You're hungry now?" Dave chuckled.

"Uh huh!"

"I'll make you a pancake, too," Daddy replied, booping Blaine's nose on his way to the microwave with 2 pancakes and some bacon strips.

"Fank you," Blaine told him, smiling sweetly. "More juice pwease?"

"Grape?" Daddy asked.

Blaine nodded.

"Be right back," Dave promised. He was happy to see that Blaine wasn't stuck on Kurt being grumpy and upset. He knew that when Blaine was little, he tended to be overly emotional. He wanted to avoid meltdowns if he could. With how grumpy and upset Kurt was, he wasn't sure they'd be avoidable that morning, however. Nap time would be a blessing for all of them.

When Kurt finally made it to the table several minutes later, he found a smiling pancake designed to look like a sunshine, a few strips of bacon, and a sippy cup full of juice. He glared at the pancake as he slid into his chair. It's smile was making him angrier. Grumpy, he wolfed down his pancake and bacon in as few bites as possible and then sat back in his chair with his arms crossed, glaring at the sippy cup in front of him.

Blaine, who had been gnawing on his own bacon and pancake much slower, asked Kurt, "You firsty, Kur'?"

"No! Yeave me 'yone!"

Blaine made a pouty face at Daddy.

"Kurt, be nice," Daddy admonished. "I know you're upset about not getting coffee, and I'm sorry that bothers you."

"You're mean!" Kurt accused angrily! "You don' yike me!"

His angrier was making his speech regress, Dave noted as he leaned forward. "I love you, Kurt. I want you to be happy. But, you can't have everything that you want."

"Jus'. Wan'. Coffee!"

"I'm sorr-"

Kurt smashed his fist on the table and yelled loudly, making Blaine jump.

"Kurt, take a deep breath. You can't use nice words if you're yelling and hitting."

"No! I don' wanna! I be mad if I wan'!"

"You're allowed to be angry," Dave agreed, nodding. "But, you're not allowed to punch the table or yell."

Kurt ignored him, this time kicking the table harshly with his foot as he yelled again.

"Kurt, don't do that again, please," Dave instructed calmly.

Just to see what Dave would do, Kurt kicked the table harder, screaming as he looked at Daddy's face. He was angry, and while he knew that disobeying Daddy might not be a good idea, he didn't care. Blaine had woken him up, he was still sleepy, and he just wanted some coffee. That morning was not fair!

Daddy fixed him with The Look. "Kurt Elizabeth," he said evenly. "Come here, please."

"No!"

"Right now," Dave explained calmly, "you're not in trouble. I just want to talk to you. If you keep shouting at me and kicking or hitting the table, you're going to go to timeout."

Kurt was stuck. He had thought Daddy would be mad, and he'd been afraid of getting a spanking. Now that he knew Daddy just wanted to talk, he wanted to go, but he didn't want to just give in. So, he folded his arms across his chest and huffed, not moving.

"Kurt, I'm going to count to three. If you don't come over here so we can talk, you're going to timeout." Daddy held up one finger. "One."

Blaine had been watching the whole thing with wide eyes. His Kurt was going to be in trouble, and he didn't know what to do. When Daddy started counting, though, he urged, "Kur', go! Daddy not mad."

"Two," Daddy said. "Let him make his own decisions, please, Blaine. I know you're trying to help, but Kurt has to pick by himself." He smiled reassuringly at his boy.

"Fine," Kurt growled, rising and pushing his chair back with a hard shove. He stomped over to Daddy and stood in front of him, arms crossed, pouting.

Despite the resistance, Daddy pulled Kurt close to him and kissed his forehead. "I know you're grumpy," he whispered low in his ear. "I know you're tired, and you're not getting your way. But, you can't shout and hit things. There are other things you can do to express your anger. Do you know what those are?"

Kurt shook his head, relaxing a little. Daddy was being nice, and his voice was calm and soothing.

"Instead of shouting, you could sing. You could tell me you need some alone time or calmly tell me that you have a problem. But," he said, tilting Kurt's chin up so their eyes met, "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong. Shouting and hitting won't help me understand. Does that make sense?"

Tears filling his eyes, Kurt nodded. "Sorry," he whispered.

"You're forgiven, sweet boy," Daddy replied, kissing his cheeks. "Now, I think that you should get to pick a fun thing for us to do this morning. What would you like to do?" He pulled Kurt into a sitting position on his lap, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and giving Blaine a smile. "Everything's okay," he mouthed to the other boy who was watching them curiously.

Blaine smiled at them around his sippy cup. "We do sumpin' fun, Kur'?" he asked.

"Um, tea party?" Kurt offered. "Wif King Yeo and Winifred?"

"Yeah!" Blaine cheered, jumping up from the table and dancing around the kitchen. "Tea par'y! Tea par'y!"

"You, too?" Kurt asked, turning around to look at Daddy. "Is okay?"

"It's perfectly okay, Kurt," Daddy replied. "Is your tummy full?"

Kurt nodded. He hadn't had much to eat, but he never really liked having breakfast. He never felt hungry until closer to lunchtime, and eating too much in the morning gave him a tummy ache.

"Okay. Let me get breakfast put away. Then, we'll change you out of your jammies, so we can play."

"'tay, Daddy," Kurt said, sliding off of his lap and grabbing Blaine by his hand. "Tum on, Blainers. Yet's go wait for Daddy inna bedroom."

"Yay!" Blaine hollered, running down the hallway, giggling, Kurt right behind him.

Daddy shook his head as he walked into the kitchen to put the fruit and pancakes away again. When Blaine was tired, he bounced off the walls and giggled. When Kurt was tired, he was grumpy. It was going to be a long morning, Daddy was sure. He would have to make the boys an early lunch and shuffle them off to bed. Hopefully, they could make it through the morning without too many problems. Glancing at the oven timer, he noted that it was only a little after 8. They had at least three hours to go before he could safely make lunch. He sighed, straightening his shoulders as he made his way down the hallway to the bedroom. He could do this.

It was easy to get the boys dressed. They were easy to please, each of them willingly pulling on a pair of jeans and comfy t-shirts. Dave was even able to convince them to brush their teeth. Then, he sat them down at the table with tea cups, a pot of hot water, and their stuffies, going back to the kitchen for a few crackers to have. Kurt and Blaine had been buzzing in the bedroom, eager to talk about their plans for the party and how they were going to make each of their animals sound. He thought they would be excited to get started with their tea party, but instead of getting along well, they almost instantly began to argue because Kurt was being bossy.

"No, Blainers," he complained with a loud huff. "King Yeo not sittin' there!" He pointed at the stuffed lion on the chair. "He hassa sit by Win'fred!"

"No! I wan' him here!" Blaine insisted, pouting.

"No!" Grabbing the stuffed lion, Kurt moved him to sit by Winifred, smiling happily. "There. Now they get to talk."

"Nuh uh!" Blaine said, picking up his stuffie and moving him back. "I wanna talk wif him."

"Buh! Laine!" Kurt screeched, stomping his foot. "You is not p'ayin' right! You gotta do what I says!"

"Daddy!" Blaine whined. "Kur' no' bein' nice to me!"

"Boys, behave, please," Dave called. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, but he knew it wasn't good. He finished plating up the crackers and came back to the table just in time to see Kurt grab King Leo and throw him into the hallway.

That made Blaine wail at the top of his lungs. He ran to the toy in the hallway, falling onto his knees beside it and crying into its fur.

"Kurt Elizabeth!" Dave exclaimed, setting the plate of crackers on the table. "That was not nice. You need to go stand in timeout, please," he said, pointing toward the corner he'd used the night before.

"No!" Kurt shouted, stomping. "No timeout! Blaine's bein' mean! He's not p'ayin' right!"

"'m no' mean!" Blaine wailed from the floor. "Jus' wanna sit by King Yeo!"

"You ruin it!" Kurt yelled angrily.

At that, Blaine decided he'd had enough. He jumped up from his spot on the floor and ran to the table. He grabbed Winifred from her spot at the table and flung her across the room, hitting a plant and knocking it off of its stand and onto the floor. The pot shattered, dirt flying everywhere.

"That is enough!" Dave said, loudly enough to get both of the boys' attention. "Kurt, go to timeout. Now." When the little boy didn't move, Dave grabbed him by the arm and marched him to the corner, giving his bottom a smart smack. "Stay there until I tell you to come out," he instructed, turning to Blaine. "You. That corner. Now." He pointed to another corner across the room.

Blaine began to whimper. "'m sorry, Daddy! I didn' me-"

"Corner," Daddy said severely.

Blaine scurried to his corner and sniffled, feeling sorry for himself.

Dave didn't say anything after that. He needed a minute. The situation had gotten out of hand before he'd really even known what was happening, and it was clear that both boys were exhausted. He didn't want to punish them too harshly, but he knew he couldn't let this go. They'd broken more than one rule, and since they were just starting out, they needed to know that he would follow through with punishments. Sighing deeply, he decided he'd get it out of the way and spank both of them. First spankings were a big deal; Blaine had gunned for one from the beginning the first time they'd done this, but once they'd gotten it out of the way, he'd tried to avoid them. Sine Dave knew that there was more to their bad behaviour than just rule breaking, he decided a spanking, not too hard, and a nap would be punishment enough.

He rose from the couch and went to the closet to get the vacuum. He would clean up the potting soil while they were in time out. Then, he would deal with them one at a time. He kept an eye on both of his miscreants as he vacuumed. They both seemed to be feeling guilty for what they had done. Though they weren't turning around, they were fidgeting and squirming as they stared at the wall, waiting for Daddy to talk to them.

Once the plant was vacuumed up, the broken pieces of the pot in the trash, and the plant itself in some water, Daddy sat down heavily on the couch. "Kurt," he called gently. "Come here, please."

With teary eyes, Kurt approached Daddy, stopping a few feet from the couch, hands behind his back. "Sorry I was mean to Blainers," he whispered. "I won' frow King Yeo ever 'gain."

"I'm glad you're sorry," Daddy agreed. "After we're done here, I'd like for you to apologize to Blaine, too. But, can you tell me why you're in trouble?" Daddy asked, holding out his hands to the boy.

Kurt hesitated, not sure if he should take Daddy's offer or not. Finally, he inched closer, grabbing onto his outstretched hands. "I frowed King Yeo," he offered.

"That's right. That wasn't very respectful of Blaine or his toys, was it?" Daddy asked.

"No, sir."

"What else?"

"Um...I yewwed?"

"That's right. Yelling isn't very respectful, is it?"

Kurt shook his head sadly.

"There's one more."

The boy thought carefully for a minute then shrugged. "I dunno…"

"You didn't listen when I told you to go to timeout, did you?" Dave asked. When the little boy shook his head again, Daddy continued, "Daddy only has five rules. Why do we have rules, Kurt?"

"To keep me safe?" Kurt asked, glancing at Daddy's face.

"That's right. I want to keep you and Blaine safe and happy. And the only way I can do that is if you follow the rules, right?"

A nod.

"Good boy. So, what happens when you break rules?"

"Punished…" Kurt whispered. His stomach dropped as he thought about it, and his chest constricted. He didn't want to be in trouble. He didn't like this. Tears began leaking down his cheeks.

"That's right," Dave said quietly. He didn't want to do this. Seeing Kurt crying was making him feel like the worst Daddy in the world, but he knew he needed to do it to get it out of the way. It would make things so much easier for all of them if they got this out of the way now. "So," he said gently, pulling Kurt into a tight embrace as he handed down the sentence, "I'm going to spank your bottom an-"

"No! Please no spankin'!" Kurt yelled, not even listening to the rest of the punishment. Spankin's were bad, and he didn't want one. It was gonna hurt.

"Shhh," Daddy soothed, pulling him close again and running gentle fingers through his hair. "Just listen, please. After the spankin', you and Blaine and I are going to do something calm and relaxing. We're going to have an early lunch and naptime after that. You'll feel so much better after you have a nap. Then, we can have a nice afternoon together."

"Nooooo," Kurt wailed, leaning into Daddy's chest. "Don' wanna spankin'! Don' wan' it! Promise I'll be good, Daddy. P'ease no…"

He sounded so pitiful that Dave almost took it back. Almost. "I know you don't want a spanking. I don't want to give you one. But, when you make bad choices, there are consequences. And these are your consequences." He reached down with one hand to unbutton and unzip Kurt's jeans, using his other to keep the boy close. That was the only way he was going to get this done without a fight.

"Daddy! P'ease don' spank my Kurt!" Blaine protested from his corner, whirling around to look at them both. "I was naughty! I frowed Win'fred! Don' spank Kur'!"

"Turn back around," Daddy instructed firmly. "You need to worry about your own punishment, please."

"Bu-"

"Turn around, Blaine. Don't make me tell you again." Dave loved Daddying...except when he had to be the tough Daddy. Then, he felt like an asshole.

Reluctantly, Blaine did as he was told.

"P'ease!" Kurt begged, even as Daddy pushed his pants and underwear down. "P'ease no!" I be good! I be good!"

"Shhh," Dave whispered again, pulling the teary boy over his lap and rubbing his back. "You'll be okay. It won't last long. I promise."

Kurt continued to wail, so Dave began, hoping to get it over with quickly. He smacked each cheek alternately, sometimes doing two on one side before moving to the other side. Then, he applied a few swats to Kurt's sit spots before repeating. The spanking didn't last more than a minute or two, Kurt's cheeks a mild shade of pink when Daddy stopped smacking. But, Kurt didn't stop crying the whole time, wailing as though Daddy was breaking him to pieces.

"It's all over," Daddy soothed, rubbing his hand up and down Kurt's back. "Shh. You're okay. It's all over. You're okay." He kept up his gentle shushing until Kurt's tears had subsided. "Come here," he whispered, helping the boy to stand and pulling him into a tight hug, one hand reaching down to pull his jeans and underwear back up. "You were so good for me. My good, sweet boy," he praised. "My good, good boy." When Kurt was finally done crying, he took a step back and let Dave wipe the leftover tears from his cheeks. "There," he said. "Come with me, please." He led Kurt over to a small table on the other side of the room where he'd positioned a pillow from the couch, a coloring book, and crayons. "While I talk with Blaine, I want you to stay over here and color," he said. "You can lay on your tummy or sit on the pillow, but I want you to color until I'm done with Blaine. Can you do that for me?"

Kurt nodded solemnly. "You gonna spank him?" he whispered as he lay down on the floor.

"Worry about yourself, please," Daddy instructed, placing a kiss on Kurt's forehead. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to say this, but he tried it anyway. "Love you, sweet boy."

Pausing for only a minute, Kurt gave him a tiny smile. "Yove you, too."

Dave went back to the couch, sitting down where he'd been only moments before. "Blaine," he said this time, "come here, please."

Blaine ran to Daddy, throwing his arms around his neck and squeezing him before stepping back. "You gon' spank me?" he whispered, looking shamefaced.

"I am," Dave agreed, figuring there was no reason to beat around the bush. "But, I want to talk with you first. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I didn' yike where Kurt was puttin' King Yeo, and den he frowed 'im 'n' I getted mad so I frowed Win'fred and broked a pwant…"

"I see. Why didn't you come get Daddy to help you?"

"I yewweded for you, but den he frowed King Yeo!"

"Then you should have waited for Daddy to help you," Dave explained gently. "Throwing things isn't going to keep you from getting into trouble."

Blaine nodded sadly. "I know."

"Can you tell me what rules you broke?" Dave asked gently, running a hand up and down Blaine's arm.

"I was dis'spectful, and I didn' yis'en."

"That's right," Daddy replied. "When we throw things or break things, that's not being very respectful, is it?" When he got a head shake, he continued, "And when I told you to go to time out and you didn't, that's not using good listening skills, right?" Another head shake. "So, I'm going to give you a spanking. Then, you and Kurt and I are going to do something relaxing until we have an early lunch and a nap. After your nap, we'll have a nice afternoon together. Okay?"

Blaine nodded sadly even as he said, "I don' wan' a spankin'."

"I don't like to spank you," Dave said, feeling like a broken record. "But, when we make naughty choices, we have to deal with the consequences." He reached down and undid the button and zipper of Blaine's jeans. When he reached to pull them down, however, Blaine's hands stopped him.

"Yeave pants on?" he begged pathetically.

"Sorry, little monkey," Dave said. "You know spankings happen on bare bottoms." He waited for Blaine to move his hands and then pushed his pants down, helping him over his lap. He spanked Blaine in much the same way he had Kurt, swatting his cheeks before smacking his sit spots and then starting over.

Blaine wasn't as hysterical as Kurt; he knew what to expect, and even though the spanking hurt, it wasn't bad as spankings go. By the end, there were tears on his cheeks, but he stood right away, latching on to Daddy as the man helped him pull his underpants and jeans back into place. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he mumbled into Dave's shoulder. "I be good now."

"You're my good boy," Dave praised, rubbing his back. "My good good boy. You did so well, and everything's over now. You're okay. I promise. You're okay." He rocked the boy a little until the tears were gone.

Blaine stepped back, allowing Daddy to wipe the tears from his cheeks. "I go 'pologize to Kur' now?" he asked softly.

"Of course," Dave said. "Thank you."

As Blaine approached Kurt, the other boy stood up, and the two embraced, mumbling apologies to one another and holding onto the other tightly. When they broke apart, Dave was standing there with King Leo and Winifred.

The boys embraced him simultaneously before taking back their animals. "Please don't throw them any more," Dave said. "Now, how do you feel about some Candyland?"

The little family spent their morning together playing board games. Kurt and Blaine, while their bottoms were a little sore, both silently agreed that Daddy had been pretty nice to them. By the time Dave had lunch ready, the spankings seemed like an unpleasant dream, and they happily sat at the table to eat their peanut butter sandwiches and grapes. They both slurped down cups of water and chatted with Daddy about what they wanted to do with their afternoon.

"Watch movie?" Blaine asked hopefully. They had just watched The Jungle Book, but he loved watching movies with Daddy and Kurt. It was snuggly.

"Maybe after your nap," Dave reminded them. "What movie would you like to watch?"

"Um...Toy Story?" Blaine suggested. "Or Bruvver Bear?"

"Do we gots to nap?" Kurt asked, swallowing a bite of sandwich. "'m not even tired!"

"Oh, I think you are," Dave countered. "You're both taking naps; you won't convince me otherwise."

"But naps is boring!" Kurt protested. Now that he'd had some fun, he was eager to spend more time with Daddy and Blaine.

"More boring than time out?" Dave asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, sir," Kurt whispered. Time out was super duper boring, and naps were only a little boring. At least he'd have Blaine.

"'m s'eepy, Kur'," Blaine informed him. "'m gonna s'eep yike Daddy as'd." He gave Daddy a winning smile. Then, turning to Kurt he asked, "You, too? Wif me an' King Yeo and Win'fred?"

"Yeah…" Kurt grumbled, holding back a yawn. Maybe he was tired."

"Okay. Finish up," Dave said, rising to throw away his napkin. "Then it's off to bed for two sleepy boys." Less than 15 minutes later, Daddy had them both tucked tightly into bed with their stuffies, sippy cups of water on their night stands.

"Stowwy?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Just one," Dave replied. "Which story would you like?"

"Um...Where da Wild Fings Are?"

"Is that okay with you, Kurt?"

The boy nodded. "I yike dat one," he admitted.

"Okay." Dave pulled the book down from the shelf and read it to his tired boys, doing his best to make voices for the characters in the brief story. Kurt was asleep before he was done. Dave gave each of the boys a kiss on the forehead. "Sleep tight," he murmured to Blaine.

"Yove you, Daddy," Blaine told him, eyes drifting shut.

"Love you, too, my little monkey," Dave said. Then, he tiptoed out of the bedroom and collapsed on the couch. He was exhausted. The morning had been as draining for him as it had been for the boys. Since he hadn't slept well, he figured a nap would do him good so he'd be ready for their afternoon better. As he laid down and shut his eyes, he crossed his fingers as he spoke. "This afternoon will be better," he whispered. "This afternoon will be better." Then, he set an alarm for an hour later and drifted off into dreamland himself.