"I can't believe you married my husband's hag."

"Hey, now. I've known Rachel a lot longer than you've known Blaine."

"But still. Why couldn't you have married Mercedes? Then I would be the one running around town, having a good time and Blaine would be stuck babysitting with you."

"Because Mercedes would have killed me this far into our marriage."

"Touché."

"Oh, come on! You love babysitting."

"Yes, with Rachel. She doesn't whine when the girls and I have Disney marathons and tea parties and play dress-up."

"Kurt, I'm a father of an eight-year-old girl; I have to do those things without complaining."

"Sure. After you force her and her darling cousin to go to baseball games with you."

Finn rolled his eyes, placing the two neat little grilled cheese sandwiches on plastic plates. "You're just mad that Delia enjoys sports more than you do."

"Because her idiot father and idiot uncle have brainwashed her." Kurt huffed, pouring out two glasses of milk.

"Don't forget Grandpa!" Finn said cheekily, waiting for Kurt to catch up with him as they walked down the hall. "Anyways, this will be an experience. I can't remember the last time we babysat together."

"Possibly because our subconscious minds repressed those memories," Kurt muttered, opening the door to Delia's bedroom. "Girls! We've brought dinner!"

"Food!" Sunny shouted, racing towards her dad, who handed her a plate. "Thanks, Daddy!"

"Are the crusts cut off?" Delia asked, setting down her Barbie calmly. Kurt nodded. "Okay, good. Thanks Uncle Finn." She took the plate from the tall man, sitting down at the tea-party table across from her cousin. They both giggled uncontrollably as they ate, chatting animatedly.

Finn and Kurt retreated from the room, smiling. Sunny and Delia were seven months apart, and the best of friends. Kurt couldn't think of a week gone by that didn't include some sort of sleepover between the two girls.

"How long do you think it'll take them to fini-?" Finn started, quickly cut off by Sunny.

"Daddy! Uncle Kurt! Can we play hide-and-go-seek?" She shouted down the hall. Delia came out behind her, short hair bouncing as she nodded vigorously.

"Sure thing, Princess!" Finn called, pulling Kurt by the arm. "Who wants to be it?"

Sunny jumped into the air, waving her arm around. "ME! I do! I do!"

Kurt laughed. "Alright, sweetie, you go start counting and we'll hide." Sunny grinned, and closed her eyes. Delia pulled teasingly on her cousin's dark ponytail before sprinting down the hall, disappearing into a room.

"One…two…" Sunny counted, and Finn and Kurt split up, running through the house. Kurt raced upstairs, frantically searching for a spot. From downstairs, he heard, "…Ten! Ready or not, here I come!"

"Shoot," he muttered, throwing himself into the linens closet. He hit something soft and warm, and vaguely wondered if Blaine had put one of Delia's stuffed animals into the closest for storage.

"Um…this spot is kind of taken…so…get your own," Finn's voice came from Kurt's left, and the man jumped in surprise.

"No, she stopped counting. I'm staying here."

"You're going to make us lose."

"It's a children's game, Finn."

"Then why won't you move?"

"Touché."

"What does that even mean?"

"Oh, Finn. You never change."

"Rachel always says that."

"I'm not surprised."

"Oh, shut up- shh. I heard something."

They both listened intently, freezing at the sound of little footsteps coming up the stairs. Finn had grabbed Kurt's arm, breathing picking up.

"We are so dead."

"Finn, she's your eight-year-old daughter."

"Have you met her mother?"

"It's just a game."

"Like I said: have you met Rachel?"

"You're being ridiculous- AHH!" They both screamed as the door flew open, a cackling little girl standing before them.

"I found you! I found you!" She pulled them both out, running down the hallway. "Let's go find Delia!"

The two men followed sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. "Well, knowing your daughter," Finn said, cracking a smile. "We should probably start looking for her on the roof."

Three hours later, Rachel and Blaine returned home laughing and slightly tipsy. The show had been wonderful, the party had been spectacular, and the people had been amazing. They both felt so young again, even if it was only temporary.

"Do you think everything went alright?" Rachel asked in a hushed tone, hanging her jacket on the back of a chair. Blaine nodded.

"I trust our boys to handle two little girls. They're great dads, and they work well together. Sometimes. I'm sure nothing went wrong."

They entered the living room to find the TV on, repeating the opening menu for Hercules. Sunny and Delia were cuddled together on the ground, asleep and in their favorite dress-up clothes (Sunny was in a pink princess dress; Delia was sporting a purple cloak and witch hat). Rachel cooed at her babies, snuggling her cheek into Blaine's shoulder; Blaine snapped a photo with his phone, heart melting at the precious sight.

They moved closer, and saw that Finn and Kurt were also there, asleep on the couch. Kurt's feet were propped in Finn's lap, legs crossed daintily, and they both were sporting special outfits as well.

Finn had a pink feather boa wrapped around his head, and a tutu miraculously wrapped around his waist. There was even a hint of pink-glitter-gloss on his lips, and his nails were now s shimmering purple. Rachel bent over the couch, kissing his temple. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," she murmured, giggling slightly.

Blaine looked over to Kurt, who had an old bed sheet tied around his neck, sporting Blaine's glasses and a red mark on his forehead. Though Kurt was only a so-so fan of Harry Potter, Delia had inherited her father's obsession with the series, and both men had to suffer her wrath because of it. Still, it was possibly the most adorable thing Blaine had ever seen.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, for sleeping on the job," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, nuzzling his nose against his husband's cheek. Kurt stirred, blinking up at Blaine groggily.

"Well, you'd better take ten points from Hufflepuff as well, because that one fell asleep first," he said tiredly, grinning in the direction of his stepbrother. Blaine kissed him again, then went to scoop up Delia.

"Daddy? Where's Papa?" She asked, leaning into his shoulder. Blaine smiled.

"He's on the couch. Let's get you to bed." She nodded into his chest, eyes drooping.

Rachel followed Blaine, unable to rouse her husband. With the tender care of a mother, she picked Sunny up off the ground, carrying her into her cousin's room.

"Daddy…makes a pretty…princess…" Sunny said, half-asleep. Rachel grinned, kissing her daughter on the head.

"Yes, he's very pretty. Like you."

Kurt groaned, pulling himself off the couch. "Finn, wake up. Finn. Finn." He kicked his brother lightly in the side, causing him to fall from the bed.

"Wha-? I'm up! I'm up!" He cried, rubbing at his eyes blearily. "Oh, man, did we fall asleep?"

"Yes. You and Rachel can stay the night. It's too late, and I think she's a little drunk. You know where the guest room is." Finn nodded, standing up.

"Thanks, bro. Today was fun."

"That it was."

A silence, then: "Next time we hide the dress-up clothes?"

"I know the perfect spot."