After dinner, Sebastian washed the dishes while Blaine scooped Kurt up and carried him to the living room.
"Clean up time, sweetheart. I'm gonna go make you a bottle and I want all of you toys picked up, okay?" He asked kindly.
Kurt beamed and nodded, recieving a kiss on the cheek from Papa before picking up a Barbie.
Blaine went into the kitchen and warmed up a bottle of formula, exchanging a few words with Sebastian. He swiped a bib from the counter and returned to the living room to find Kurt sitting in a sea of doll clothes.
"Kurtie-Pie, today isn't opposite day. I asked you to clean up." Blaine said gently.
"I know, Papa. But Barbie is wearing a daytime outfit. She should be in her evening gown." Kurt replied.
"I'm sure Barbie doesn't mind. Now what's the real reason you don't want to pick up your toys?" Blaine asked. He knew Kurt well enough to know that this was jsut an excuse.
Kurt's lip wobbled. "I don't like picking stuff up! It's boring and hard." He whined.
"I know, baby. Clean-up time is never fun. Unless you sing while you do it. Why don't I help you pick up your toys and you can sing the clean-up song?" Blaine cooed.
Kurt sighed and nodded. "Can you start it, Papa?" He asked.
Blaine smiled and started to sing. "Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere. Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share."
Kurt smiled and started to sing, setting his Barbie in the toy basket with all of her clothes. After five more verses, the living room floor was spotless.
"Good job, baby. Now let's go upstairs so you can get some food in your tummy." Blaine cooed, hoisting Kurt onto his waist.
Kurt smiled proudly and wrapped his legs around Blaine, linking his hands behind his Papa's neck.
Once they reached Kurt's nursery, Blaine sat down in the rocking chair placed in the corner of the room, positioning Kurt on his lap. Kurt eagerly opened his mouth and Blaine slid the rubber nipple in, petting Kurt's hair as his baby sucked down the creamy white substance.
Kurt loved his bottles. Even the first time he had been a baby, he had put up quite a fuss when his mom and dad had tried to take them away. Papa and Daddy would never take them away. He closed his eyes in content as the creamy vanilla filled his mouth and made it's way to his tummy, making it happy. He sighed, coming back to reality once his bottle was empty, blushing a little when Blaine placed him over his shoulder to burp him. He relaxed against Blaine, waiting for the tremendous burp that came out of him a few moments later.
Luckily, he hadn't wet. Sometimes he did and boy, was it embarrassing. Papa and Daddy had been trying to convince him that it was okay for babies to wet and it was natural too, but Kurt found it humiliating and shameful. It was a constant struggle that usually ended in Papa or Daddy rubbing his tummy until finally his bladder released and his diaper puffed out as he wet. Then, with praise and comforting words, one of them would carry him to the changing table and give him a fresh diaper as his face turned at red as his overalls.