Dave had only been asleep for about an hour when he felt a gentle poking at his face. His eyelids fluttered as he awoke, squinting at the figure standing beside the couch. "Kurt?" he asked. His voice was groggy and deep.

"Uh huh," Kurt nodded, clutching his elephant against his chest. "I talk to you?"

"Sure, sweet boy. What's up?" Dave asked, sitting up. He stretched his arms over his head with a yawn before patting the cushion next to him. "What's up?" he said again, prompting Kurt to sit down next to him.

Kurt sat down, tucking Winifred under his chin. He thought for a minute, his lips pinched together in a tight line. "You fink my Blainers mad at me?" he asked quietly.

Dave had tucked his arm around the boy's shoulders, and he gave him a gentle squeeze. "Why would Blaine be mad at you?"

"I nah vewwy nice to him," Kurt explained solemnly. "I frowded his yion."

"That was this morning. Everyone was tired this morning. Even me." Just then, Dave's phone began to beep. Confused, he quickly swiped the screen. Then, a huge smile broke out across his face. "That was my alarm," he explained to Kurt. "I forgot I had turned it on before I went to sleep." He shut off the alarm then set his phone back down next to him. "We all do things we don't mean when we're tired."

"Even you?"

Dave nodded. "Even me. Sometimes, when I'm tired, I get mad at other people for no reason. I might yell or stomp my feet. Then, after I get some more sleep, I realize that I was mean, and I apologize. Everything's okay after that."

Kurt looked confused. "So, I tell my Blainers I is sorry?"

"You don't have to tell him anything," Dave explained. "We took care of all of your naughty behavior this morning, remember? When Blaine wakes up, he'll be in a good mood, and we can all do something fun."

"He nah be mad?"

"Where is this coming from, Kurt?" Dave asked. "Was Blaine mad at you while you were in bed?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not 'xac'ly…"

"What does that mean?"

"I hadda dweam," Kurt explained. "Blainers was mad a'cuz I frowed his toy, and it goed out the window. And it was losted forever an' ever an' ever." His lower lip began to tremble as he thought about the dream again. "He was vewwy, vewwy mad at me. His yion was his bestest fwiend, and I frowed it…" One tear slipped down his cheek.

"Oh, Kurt," Dave soothed, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "Don't cry, sweet boy. It was just a dream. Is that what woke you up?"

Kurt nodded, sniffling. "I was sad."

"I'm sorry, honey," Dave replied, hugging the boy close and kissing his hair. "I'm sorry you had a bad dream. But, it's all over now, and I promise you that Blaine isn't mad. He's just sleeping. And, when he wakes up, he's going to be really happy to see you." He kissed Kurt's damp cheek. "Do you know what else?" he whispered in Kurt's ear.

"Wha'?"

"I think that you are actually Blaine's best friend."

"I is?"

Dave nodded. "You are. Blaine loves you so much that he asked me to come here and help you. Only someone who loves you a lot and thinks you're pretty great would do that for you, right?"

Kurt tapped his chin for a moment, thinking. "I fink you is right," he decided. "But, Daddy?"

"Yeah, sweet boy?"

"Me an' Bwainers yuv you."

"And I love you and Blaine," Dave replied, squeezing Kurt again and kissing his temple. "What would you like to do until Blaine wakes up?"

"Um, I color?"

"Sure! Are you going to finish that awesome Cinderella picture from yesterday?" Dave asked, standing up from the couch and reaching for Kurt's hand. "I left it out for you along with your box of crayons."

"Yeah!" Kurt agreed, skipping beside Daddy toward the kitchen table. "I show Win'fred how pretty it is!"

"I'm sure Winifred will love it," Dave agreed, smiling. He grabbed the picture and box of crayons from the counter where he'd stored them, offering them to Kurt. "Are you thirsty?"

"Wan' juice, p'ease," Kurt said, sliding into his chair.

"What kind of juice?"

"Appa juice?"

"Apple juice it is. Thank you for using your manners." Kurt happily sat at the table, coloring on his page and sipping his juice. He talked animatedly to Winifred, describing what he was doing to her he filled the entire page with color.

Daddy prepared a snack for the boys while Kurt colored. He knew they hadn't had a big lunch, and he was sure they'd be hungry. So, he sliced grapes, oranges, and apples for a snack, sliding their plates back into the fridge when he was finished. He glanced at the clock. Blaine had been asleep for nearly two hours. He'd give him a little more time, but he'd need to wake the boy up soon. Otherwise, he wouldn't sleep tonight.

"Whatcha doing, sweet boy?" Dave asked, lifting Kurt up from his chair and sliding in so he could situate the boy on his lap.

"Am colorin'!" Kurt giggled. "An' talkin' to Win'fred!"

"You're such a good colorer," Dave complimented, kissing his cheek. "Can I hang this one on the fridge?" He tapped at the corner of the picture.

"You yike it?" Kurt asked, turning a bit so he could look at Daddy.

"I love it," Dave confirmed.

"Den, you takes it home," Kurt decided. He pushed the picture to the side. "I has 'nuvver one?"

"Sure," Dave agreed, kissing Kurt's head as he slid out from underneath him to retrieve the coloring books. "Do you want another princess picture?"

"Puppies!" Kurt replied. "Wan' puppies!"

"Puppies it is," Dave agreed. He handed the book to Kurt. "Choose a good one. I'm gonna go wake up Blaine. Can you be a good boy?"

"Uh huh. B'aine is s'eepin'?"

"Yeah. But, he needs to wake up so he will be ready for bed tonight." Dave hesitated in the doorway. "Do you wanna come with me?" Kurt had been afraid Blaine would be mad at him. Maybe he was still nervous.

"Nuh! Uh! B'ainers be grumpy acuz he s'eepy! I stay here."

"Alright. Color me a pretty puppy picture. I'll be back soon. Then, we'll watch a movie and have a snack."

"Yay!" Kurt bounced in his chair. "Movie!"

Dave grinned, walking down the hallway toward the bedroom. He hadn't seen Kurt really let go and just be little yet, but he thought some of his walls were coming down now. Dave had assumed it might take longer, so he was a little bit proud of himself for proving trustworthy to Kurt so quickly, even after a spanking.

When he got to the bedroom, Dave found that Kurt had left the door cracked. So, he peeked around the corner, grinning at the adorable picture Blaine made. The boy was sprawled out on the bed, arms and legs flopped wide like a starfish. He was lying on his tummy, his head falling halfway off the pillow, his wild, curly hair springing up everywhere. His right cheek was squished adorably against the pillow, and it was damp where he'd been drooling. Dave almost hated to wake him up.

Quietly, he pushed the door open further and crossed the room, perching on the edge of the bed. He rubbed a hand gently on the boy's hip as he whispered, "Blaine. Blaine, wake up, sweetheart."

The sleeping boy stirred just a bit, groaning. He rolled onto his back, but didn't open his eyes.

"Blaine, c'mon, my little monkey. Time to wake up."

"Uh uh," Blaine whined in a tiny voice, pushing at Daddy's hand.

"I know you're sleepy," Dave sympathized, patting his shoulder lightly. "But, Kurt's awake, and he's excited to see you. And I have a snack ready for you to eat while we watch a movie."

The little boy let his eyelids flutter open at that. "My Kur'?" he asked. "We watchin' movie?"

"After you get up," Dave agreed, smiling. He tickled Blaine's tummy just a bit. "Are you awake now?"

"Um...yeah. 'M s'eepy, Daddy," he mumbled as he sat up, collapsing against Dave.

"You'll feel better when you get a snack and some juice," Dave said. "What kind of juice do you want?"

"Wha' kind my Kur' has?"

"Apple."

"Appa!" Blaine wound his arms around Dave's neck and scooted onto his lap. "Daddy carry," he insisted. "Too s'eepy for walkin'."

"Uh huh," Dave answered as he rose, keeping the other boy balanced in front of him. As short as Blaine was, he was still strong, and he was super heavy. Dave carried him to the couch as quickly as he could, dropping him off at the left end of the couch, facing the TV. "You stay here," he commanded. "I'm going to get our snack and your sippy cup. I'll be right back." Before he could walk away, Blaine was being tackled by an enthusiastic Kurt.

"My B'ainers! You is 'wake now!" Kurt squeezed him tightly before leaning back to ask, "You is mad?"

"Kur'! Ge' offa me, Kur'!" Blaine demanded, pushing at Kurt's shoulders. "'M grumpy now acuz you 'ttacked me!"

Immediately, Kurt pooched out his lower lip. "I sowwy," he said, slinking back. "You is mad at me now." He looked up at Dave, who had been watching the exchange carefully, and said in a trembling voice, "I telled you he be mad at me."

"He's not mad, sweet boy," Dave said, crouching to be more on their level. "You just jumped on him, and he's still waking up. If you give him a few minutes, he'll come around and be just as happy to see you as you are to see him."

Kurt wasn't convinced. "How you know that?" he asked.

"Because I'm super smart," Dave said, smiling at his two boys. "Do you think you can be a big boy for a minute, Kurt, and help me bring out the snack so we can watch a movie?"

"I help! 'M big!" Blaine protested.

"You, little monkey, need to finish waking up," Dave said. "I want you to stay there while we get the snack and try to wake up a little more."

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine caught sight of Winifred sitting on Kurt's abandoned kitchen chair. "Wan' Yeo!" he said. "I need him!"

"Go get King Leo, then come right back," Dave said, watching as the boy scrambled off. "Come on, sweet boy." He grabbed Kurt's hand. "Let's go get the snack and your sippy cups."

"Daddy? What we watchin'?" Kurt asked as he followed Dave into the kitchen.

"Can you keep a secret?" Dave asked, lowering his voice in case Blaine had made it back to the living room. He wanted to surprise his grumpy boy.

"Uh huh!" Then, Kurt's face fell. "Is not good to keep secrets," he told Daddy.

"The only reason it's a secret is because I want to surprise Blaine," Dave replied, pulling the plate of sliced fruit from the fridge. "Blaine's going to find out in just a few minutes what movie we're watching. But, if you don't want me to tell you, I won't. It's okay to not like secrets."

"I can be s'pized, too?" Kurt asked.

"Of course!" Dave made a mental note to not refer to surprises as secrets; he didn't want Blaine or Kurt to get their feelings hurt because they thought someone was keeping a secret from them. "Can you carry this?" he asked, passing the plate to Kurt. "You have to hold it steady so nothing spills."

"I do it. I help."

"Good boy. Carry that to the coffee table, then go get Winifred. I'll be out with your juice in a minute." He watched Kurt as he carefully tiptoed to the living room with the full plate of fruit. Dave quickly filled Blaine's cup with juice before retrieving Kurt's from the table and filling it as well. Then, he hurried back to the living room. He wasn't sure if Blaine would be feeling better yet, and he wanted to diffuse any fights before they began. He shouldn't have worried, though. When he rounded the corner, he found the two boys snuggled together, Blaine's head on Kurt's shoulder as he sucked on the pacifier he'd discarded earlier that morning. "I'm glad you're feeling better, little monkey," Dave commented as he put the cups down on the table. "Is there room for me?"

"I yean on Daddy?" Blaine asked Kurt, sitting up a bit.

Kurt nodded. "Me, too."

"Scoot then," Dave said. "I'll sit in the middle so you each have your own side." He settled into the middle cushion, reaching forward to grab the plate of fruit and the TV remote off of the coffee table.

"Wha' we watchin'?" Blaine asked, munching on an apple slice from the plate.

"I thought we would watch The Lion King," Dave replied as he turned the TV on and navigated to Disney Plus.

"Yay!" Blaine cheered, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Yion King!" Then, he gasped. "Daddy! Is yike King Yeo! 'Cept King Yeo not in Yion King." He squeezed his stuffy tightly, whispering, "You is a king, jus' yike Simba."

"Daddy?" Kurt whispered, poking at his arm. "I don' wanna watch dat movie."

"Why not?" Dave asked, stopping his search to look at Kurt.

"I don' yike it, really," Kurt explained. "Scary." He was embarrassed and hid his face in Dave's shirt.

"What movie would you be okay with watching then?" Dave asked. He didn't want watching a movie to be anything but fun for either of his boys. He'd have to try to find out later more about why Kurt wasn't a fan of The Lion King.

"Um, Bruvver Bear?" Kurt asked, peeking out from his hiding spot. "My Blainers yikes dat one."

"Blaine," Daddy said gently, turning toward the other boy, "Kurt doesn't want to watch The Lion King. Is it okay if we watch Brother Bear instead?"

Blaine glanced around Daddy to look at Kurt. "My Kur' is okay?" he asked quietly.

"He's fine," Daddy reassured. "He just doesn't like The Lion King very much."

"I know," Blaine said. He reached over to pat at Kurt's arm. "Is okay, my Kur'. I yuv you." Then, he turned to whisper in Daddy's ear, "We watch Cind'rella. Is his favorite."

"Would that make Kurt feel better?" Dave whispered back.

With a nod, Blaine settled back down in his seat, leaning comfortably against Daddy's arm. He picked up a grape from the plate on Daddy's lap. "Here, my Kur'. You eat a gwape?"

Kurt nodded, taking the grape from Blaine and popping it into his mouth. He watched as Daddy did a new search, clicking on Cinderella when it popped up on the screen. "Not Bruvver Bear?" he asked, confused.

"I wan' watch you favorite movie," Blaine said with a smile. "You be happy." He offered another grape to Kurt.

"Fanks," Kurt murmured, settling in against Daddy as the opening scene began to play. He really did love Cinderella, even though some parts of it were kinda sad.

It was fun to snuggle with his boys while they watched a movie. More than once, Dave found himself with a lap full of little boy as they wiggled and maneuvered, eating their snack and drinking their juice. Once their snack was gone, both boys laid down, pillowing their heads in Daddy's lap and holding hands with each other as they watched. Dave petted their hair, happy that they could have bonding moments like this. Though he didn't love to give his littles a lot of TV time, snuggling together was definitely one of his favorite activities.

After the movie, the boys set about trying to convince Dave to order pizza for dinner. "P'ease we has pizza, Daddy?" Blaine asked as he danced King Leo through the air. "Me an' King Yeo is hungwy for pizza!"

"Hungry for pizza, huh?" Daddy smiled, glancing at the time. It was almost 4:30. They couldn't eat yet. He decided to tease his boys. "I dunno," Daddy said. "I was going to make fish sticks and brussel sprouts for dinner."

Kurt gagged. "Ew! Daddy, no! Is yuck!"

"I think it sounds pretty good," Dave replied. He wasn't very good at this game, a smile taking over his face as soon as he'd said the words.

"Nuh! Uh!" Blaine said. "P'ease pizza?"

"What do you think, Kurt? Should we have pizza?"

"Yeah!" Kurt made Winifred jump up and down. "Pizza is yummy!"

"Well, it's too early for dinner right now. So, what should we do until it's time to eat?"

"Um, blocks?" Blaine suggested. "Me an' King Yeo p'ay smash!"

"I wanna pway Pwaydough!" Kurt begged. "P'ease, Daddy? P'ease?"

"I think we could get out the playdough," Dave relented. "What do you think, Blaine? Does Playdough sound good, or do you want to play with the blocks and your lion?" Normally, Dave was against getting out too many messy toys at once. But, they'd been good this afternoon, and Dave was ready to let them have some fun. In the end, he got out the playdough, blocks, and a few Barbies. Kurt worked on making Barbie clothes for the dolls out of playdough while Blaine ran back and forth between the blocks and the playdough, feeding King Leo whenever the lion became "hungry" from smashing too many block towers.

At around 6:30, the pizza arrived, and it was all Dave could do to get the boys to clean up their toys to eat. They were having too much fun, and it took a promise of more playtime after dinner to convince them to wash their hands and sit down at the table.

"Daddy? Wan' soda," Kurt said, sitting down in his chair.

"Sorry, sweet boy. Not tonight," Dave replied from the fridge where he was filling the boys' cups with ice water. "If you have sugar this late, you'll never go to bed."

"But, soda goes wif pizza!" he complained, pouting.

"Not tonight," Dave soothed. "Maybe some other time." He was thankful when Kurt didn't complain anymore. The boy was sulky through dinner, though, and when Blaine was done eating, Kurt refused to let him start a new game without him. Dave was beginning to wonder if Kurt and Blaine had slept or relaxed much at all before he came along. It seemed like his boys were constantly tired or grumpy about something. It was clear they had needed this for a while.

"You don' pway wifout me, Blaine," Kurt insisted as he ate another bite of sausage pizza. "You wait for me!"

"Daddy, I wanna p'ay!" Blaine whined, standing in the doorway with King Leo in hand.

"You can play. Kurt will be out to join you as soon as his tummy is full."

"No! Blaine not pway wifout me!" Kurt replied, kicking at the table.

"Kurt Elizabeth, are we going to have more problems?" Dave asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't want a tantrum. Blaine will play with you when you're finished, but he's allowed to play while he waits."

"No!"

"Do you make the rules?" Daddy asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"No…"

"Then, I suggest you use your listening ears. Blaine, sweetheart," Dave went on, turning to the little boy, "go play. Kurt will be there in a minute or two." He smiled as Blaine scampered off excitedly, talking to King Leo as he went.

"No fair," Kurt muttered, glaring at the crust on his plate.

"Why isn't it fair?" Daddy waited for a moment, but he didn't get a response. "Why isn't it fair for Blaine to play while you finish your dinner?"

"He won' wan' me to pway acuz he started wifout me!" There were angry tears in Kurt's eyes.

"Oh, sweet boy, that's not true," Dave said, reaching out a hand to rub at Kurt's arm. "He'll play with you. And, if he won't, you and I can play a game together. We could play some more Candyland if you want to. Or, we have Operation."

That seemed to be a satisfactory answer, and Kurt finished his food, even asking for another piece before he slid out of his chair to wash his hands and play.

Just as Daddy had predicted, Blaine was delighted to play with Kurt, and the two of them spent over an hour smashing down block towers with their stuffies. Daddy loved listening to their delighted giggles as Winifred and Leo knocked down tower after tower, blocks going everywhere. Dave cleaned up the playdough while the boy's played their game. At about 8:30, he walked into the living room with the boys' sippy cups. "Drink up, please," he instructed, passing them their drinks. "Then, we need to pick up these blocks because it's time for a bath."

"Don' wanna pick up!" Blaine insisted between gulps of water. "Wanna p'ay! Is fun!"

"I'm glad you're having fun," Dave replied, "but I don't want my boys to be stinky!" He pinched his nose, waving his other hand wildly in front of his face.

"We nah smelly!" Blaine insisted.

"Not yet! But, if you keep playing without a bath, you will be. They'll be able to smell you all the way out on the street." He pointed to the closest window, waving away a fake stench again.

"Daddy, no baf!" Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Daddy.

"Blaine, yes bath," Dave replied, crossing his arms.

"No!"

"No isn't a choice right now. Your choices are picking up the blocks or going to time out."

Blaine pouted, but Kurt interrupted in a hushed voice, "Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"We takin' a baf togevver?"

"That could be arranged," Daddy replied. That had been his plan all along. He knew that baths, at least for the first little while, could be awkward for his boys. If they were together, at least they would be comfortable with each other. And, though he hoped they both trusted him enough to know he wouldn't, if they were together, they would be able to see that he hadn't done anything inappropriate with them, either.

"You has toys?" Kurt asked.

"I do," Dave agreed. "There's bath crayons and boats and two dinosaurs." He ticked the items off on his fingers.

"My Blainers," Kurt whispered, leaning over toward his husband. "We c'n pway wif baf toys."

"No. Don' wanna," Blaine insisted, still pouting.

"Pwease, my Blainers?"

Blaine shook his head. "Nuh uh."

Wordlessly, Kurt began to pick up the blocks, stuffing them back into the mesh bag that Blaine had discarded in the middle of the room before dinner.

Blaine didn't like that. "Kur', no! 'M p'ayin' wif does!" He grabbed at the one in Kurt's hands, not letting go as the other boy tried to move it toward the bag.

"Blaine, let go," Dave said, his tone clearly no-nonsense.

Blaine just shook his head. He didn't want to pick up his blocks. He wanted to play, Daddy wasn't fair, and it was not nice of Kurt to side with Daddy.

Gently, Dave reached down and manually unhooked Blaine's fingers from around the block. Then, he slid his hands under Blaine's arms and helped the boy to his feet.

"Daddy, no!" Blaine protested, trying his best to wiggle out of Dave's grip. "Wanna p'ay!"

"Well, I want to talk to you," Dave said, careful to keep his tone even. "Kurt, pick up eight more blocks then wait for me in the bathroom, please. Blaine and I will be there in a minute."

Kurt nodded. "'Kay, Daddy." Quickly, he picked up the requested blocks. Then, with a tight smile at Blaine, he headed toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Daddy sat down on the couch, sliding his hands down Blaine's arms to hold onto his wrists. "What's the problem, cranky boy?" he asked. "Are you sleepy again?"

"No!" Blaine bratted. "'M nah s'eepy! Jus' wanna p'ay!"

"Uh huh," Dave agreed. "I know that. But, you also know that you need to listen to Daddy, and you chose to argue with me. So, something must be bothering you."

Blaine hesitated. Did he want to tell Daddy what was wrong? Finally, he sighed, hanging his head. "My Kur' has been sad today."

Dave wasn't sure how to respond to that. He settled for a noncommittal noise, hoping that Blaine would explain. "Mmhmm."

"Building makeded Kur' happy," Blaine went on. "Don' wan' him be sad."

"What makes you think Kurt is sad?" Dave asked the question outright, wanting everything to be clear.

"Nah yikeded Yion King, nah wanted water, nah yiked c'eanin' up afore dinner," Blaine said softly, staring at Dave's hands wrapped around his wrists.

"So, you wanted to play to make Kurt happy?"

Blaine nodded. "An' acuz I yike p'ayin'! Is not fair to make us c'ean up when we is havin' fun." He pouted again.

Dave nodded. "Well, I don't think it's fair for you to yell at me or tell me 'no' when I ask you nicely to do something."

"Is vewwy nice," Blaine bratted.

"Well, I think it will be very nice for you to spend some time in timeout, then," Dave replied. He pulled Blaine to his feet and marched the very resistant boy down the hallway toward the bathroom.

"No! No timeout!" Blaine yelled, tugging against Daddy's firm hold. "I c'ean up! I be good!" Timeout was boring, and he didn't want to go to timeout. Kurt would be sad that he getted in more trouble.

"I'm sorry," Dave replied, closing the bathroom door behind him and planting Blaine in a corner. "I don't speak yelling. When you are ready to talk nicely to me, you can come out."

"Da! Ddy!" Blaine stomped his foot as he turned around to protest.

"Are you ready to talk nicely?" Dave asked, giving Blaine "The Look."

"No!"

"Then, turn yourself back around, mister," Dave replied. He put his hands on Blaine's shoulders, turning his face back toward the corner.

Blaine huffed loudly. He wanted to turn back around and stick his tongue out at Daddy, but he didn't want a spankin'. He remembered that a bath after a spankin' was not so fun.

"My Blainers in trouble?" Kurt whispered as Dave sat down on the edge of the tub, spinning the knobs to turn the water on.

"For a little bit," Dave agreed, testing the water tip with his fingers before turning to Kurt. The little boy was chewing on his bottom lip, sneaking sideways glances in Blaine's direction. "Don't worry," Daddy soothed, tapping at Kurt's bottom lip. "It's just a time out. But, please don't chew on yourself." Daddy considered asking Kurt if he wanted to undress himself but decided it would be less awkward if he didn't make a big deal about it. "Arms up," he said as he set the plug and adjusted the water temperature just a bit. "Let's get you ready for your bath."

"My Blainers grumpy?" Kurt asked as Daddy peeled off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. He was watching Blaine's back as the little boy stood sadly in the corner.

"A little. But, he'll be okay," Daddy said. After he'd tugged Kurt's jeans down, he helped him step out of his pants, pulling off each sock as he freed his feet. Then, he checked the water level, leaving the boy in his underwear for a moment before turning back to him. "Let's get these off and get you into this nice warm water," Daddy said, whisking Kurt's underwear down and off before helping him into the tub. "You okay?" he asked, receiving a nod before he turned toward the boy in the corner. "Blaine?" he called gently.

The sulking little boy turned around, fixing Daddy with a pout.

"Are you ready to get into the bath, monkey?" Daddy asked. He really didn't want to draw out this punishment. He felt that Blaine was probably tired and testing boundaries. And, despite his bratty attitude, he really wasn't being terribly naughty.

Blaine's gaze slipped from Daddy to Kurt who was sitting quietly in the tub, swishing the water over his feet, his knees drawn up to his chest. Slowly, he nodded, taking a few steps toward Daddy. "'M sowwy I was naughty," he whispered sadly.

"My sweet, sweet boy," Daddy crooned, pulling the pliant boy into a hug. "You're forgiven. Let's just try to use nice words with Kurt and me, hmm?"

"'Kay, Daddy," Blaine agreed. "I get inna baf now?"

"Yep! Kurt better get ready, because there's a Blaine coming in!" Daddy grinned at his boys, trying to lighten the mood. He made quick work of getting Blaine undressed and into the bath.

"Daddy! Where da baf toys?" Blaine asked, looking all around him wildly.

"I'll go get them," Dave replied. "I want both of you boys to stay on your bottoms in the tub. Don't stand up. I'll be back in just a second." After receiving a nod from both boys, Dave left, heading to the hall closet to grab the bag of bath toys.

"You okay?" Kurt whispered when Daddy had left. "Daddy spank you?"

"'M okay," Blaine reassured, patting Kurt's knee. "Daddy jus' makeded me has a timeout acuz I was maybe a yittle rude."

Kurt smiled at Blaine, happy that Daddy hadn't been mean. He didn't want his Blaine to be upset or hurt.

"Okay. Who wants dinosaurs and who wants boats?" Daddy asked as he came back into the room. He pulled the colorful toys loose from their packaging, showing them to the boys.

"Dinos," Blaine said, reaching for the two snarling t-rex figures.

"I has da boats?" Kurt asked.

"Unless you'd rather color on the walls." Dave pulled out the package of bath crayons to show to Kurt.

The boy hesitated. The bath crayons looked like fun, but he really wanted to draw. Deciding to hedge his bets and make Blaine happy, Kurt decided on the boats, pulling them out of Daddy's hand and pushing them through the water.

Dave allowed them to play for a while, smiling as he sat on the toilet lid, watching them. Blaine made up a game where the dinosaurs, which apparently lived under water, were attacking the boats, trying to take them back to their family. The dinosaurs lived on the wrecked ships, and these dinos needed new homes. When Kurt's last boat was sunk, Daddy swooped in, declaring that it was time for washing hair.

Kurt loved having his hair washed. He'd been apprehensive at first, especially since Daddy was going to use baby shampoo instead of his regular, expensive hair routine. But, Daddy's fingers felt nice against his scalp, massaging gently, and the soap made his hair feel soft. When he was done with his hair, Daddy passed him a bath crayon to draw while he washed Blaine's hair. Daddy was smart, Kurt decided. He knew how much Kurt had wanted to draw before.

Blaine already knew that having his hair washed felt nice; Daddy had gived him yots of bafs when he was little afore, but he was havin' fun p'ayin'. So, he grumbled a bit when Daddy asked him to put the dinos down. When Daddy's fingers began to run up and down his scalp, however, he sighed with contentment, deciding that abandoning his dinos had been worth it.

Then, it was time for soaping up. Daddy was fast, and in no time at all, he had two sparkling clean little boys.

"Can draw a yittle more?" Kurt asked, pointing to his half-finished art piece on the wall.

"For two more minutes," Dave agreed, sitting back on his heels. Kurt was currently drawing a mermaid, and Dave wanted to let him finish so he could snap a picture of it after their bath.

"I hewp?" Blaine asked, leaning over the edge of the tub. His short arms prevented him from reaching the bath crayons, and he pouted at Daddy, pointing at what he wanted.

"Are you okay with Blaine helping you finish your drawing?" Daddy asked Kurt, hand hovering over the crayons.

"My B'ainers can help," Kurt agreed, eager to make Blaine happy.

Together, the boys drew a blue mermaid with green hair and orange eyes. She was very detailed, much to Dave's surprise. The boys had given her scales on her lower body and tail, she had eyelashes, and they'd even drawn and colored in her fingernails. They all admired her for a moment before Daddy pulled the plug on the tub. All the water rushed out with a loud slurping sound, making both boys giggle. "Okay," Daddy announced. "Time for all clean little boys to get out of the bath and put on their brand new jammies!"

"New jammies?" Kurt asked, tilting his head to the side. "When did we get new jammies?"

"I ordered them last night; they came while you were playing after the movie this afternoon," Daddy said. "Do you want to see what I got?"

"Yeah!" Blaine cheered. Daddy was full of surprises, and even though he could be a little mean sometimes, Blaine was eager to see what Daddy had gotten for them. Surprises were fun!

"Careful," Daddy warned as Blaine stood up. "I don't want you to fall. The tub is slippery." He held onto the boy's hand as he climbed over the edge of the tub then wrapped him in a thick, warm towel before helping Kurt out as well. When they were both dry, Dave sent them to their bedroom. "Sit on the bed, and wait for me. I'll be in with your jammies in a minute."

True to his word, Dave walked in just as the boys were getting comfy on the bed, an Amazon box tucked under his arm. "I hope they fit," he muttered as he ripped open the box. "Here." He handed each boy a plastic bag to open.

"Yay!" Kurt yelled, excitement taking over his features for the first time since he'd been handed a bath crayon. He ripped into the package with gusto, taking out his jammies and holding them up in front of him. He stared at them wide-eyed for a moment before looking at Daddy. "You getted me el'phants," he whispered. "Yike Win'fred!"

"I got you elephants like Winifred," Daddy agreed. "Do you like them?"

"I yuv dem! Fank you!" Kurt wrapped Dave in a tight hug before glancing at Blaine's jammies. "My Blainers! You getted yions yike King Yeo!"

Blaine nodded happily, staring at the lion print on his jammies. "Fank you, Daddy," he murmured, smiling wide. "I yuv my Yeo jammies."

"Good. Are you ready to put them on?" Dave asked. Normally, he liked to wash new clothes before he wore them, but he figured this once, the boys would be okay.

"Yeah!" Both of them were excited, hopping up and down as Daddy grabbed fresh underwear for them from their dresser and helped them get dressed.

Kurt's jammies were red with little elephants trailing across them. His long-sleeved shirt buttoned up, and his pants were just a little too long. Well-kempt, put together, adult Kurt Hummel would never admit this out loud, but he loved his pajamas to be a little bit loose. So, these were perfect and really, really comfy. He grinned down at himself when Daddy finally got him all dressed. "Fank you," he repeated.

"You're welcome, sweet boy."

Blaine's pajamas were a little tighter, more like a hug, Blaine realized happily. They had ribbed cuffs at the ankles and wrists. The fabric was light blue with pictures of lions and lion cubs printed all over them. The fit perfectly, and Blaine immediately felt sleepy and snuggly. "Fank you, Daddy," he whispered. "I show King Yeo?"

"Wan' Win'fred!" Kurt insisted, running out the door.

"Let's go clean up the toys you left out," Daddy said, grabbing Blaine's hand as they headed toward the door. "Then, you can get King Leo, and we'll read a story before bed."

"Is too early for bed," Blaine whined, tugging at Daddy's hand. "Wanna p'ay!" He hid a yawn in the crook of his arm.

"You can play in the morning," Dave promised, voice firm. He didn't want to deal with a meltdown before bedtime, and it was obvious that Blaine was tired.

After Blaine picked up the blocks, a pout firmly on his face, Dave made sure each boy had his stuffy before he hustled them back to bed. "We'll read a story," he promised. "Go brush your teeth and use the potty. Then, we'll read."

Both boys were feeling tired now, though neither would admit it, so they did as they were told. They hurried through brushing their teeth, eager to get into their comfy bed and listen to Daddy read. He'd surprised them at naptime; who knew Dave Karofsky would be so good at reading bedtime stories? They were surprised to find Daddy sitting in the middle of their bed when they came back.

"Wha' we gonna read, Daddy?" Kurt asked as he climbed up to sit beside him. He leaned heavily against Dave's shoulder, peering at the book in his lap.

"I thought maybe we could read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe," Daddy answered, showing Kurt the book's cover.

"A yion in da story?" Blaine asked hopefully. He yawned again and rubbed at his eyes as he snuggled against Daddy.

"There's a lion in the story," Daddy agreed. "I want you both to lay down and close your eyes while you listen." He gave each of them a kiss to their temple before helping them adjust the blanket over themselves. He couldn't help but smile; the boys were adorable when they were tired. "Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy," Dave began quietly. "This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids."

Both of his boys were snoring softly by the time he reached the end of the first chapter, and he grinned at their peaceful faces. It was just bumping 10:00, and Dave could feel himself getting drowsy. He was glad they'd gone to sleep so easily. They were clearly exhausted, and a good night's rest would do them all good.

Carefully, Dave climbed out of their bed, adjusted the covers over them again, kissed them each gently on the head, and turned out the light, leaving their bedroom door open just a crack. He went back to the living room, shutting off the lights and checking that the door was locked. Finally, he was able to lay down himself, heaving a sigh of relief. Their morning had been rocky, but they'd made it through and had a mostly pleasant afternoon. All in all, he'd say their first full day together was a success. What they all needed now was some sleep. Dave wasted no time setting an alarm and snuggling down under a blanket on the couch. He was ready to sleep, and he drifted off quickly, his head full of fantasies about the things he wanted to do with his boys.

However, around two a.m., Dave heard a small, scared voice calling to him. "Daddy?"