A/N: Here's a Happy Easter one-shot featuring Kurt and Sebastian and their adopted son Thomas (featured in my stories 'Daddies', 'A Trip to the Doctor', and 'The Lego Conundrum'.
"Papadaddypapadaddypapadaddypapadaddypapadaddy…"
The chant continues, getting faster and louder the longer Kurt and Sebastian pretend to sleep, but faking out a four-year-old on a major candy related holiday championed by a fluffy animal mascot is nearly impossible, especially since children at that age can sense three things in adults: lies, fear, and consciousness, even in its tiniest measure.
Violent shaking by tiny but surprisingly strong hands accompanies the chanting, and Sebastian shakes his head.
"He's not leaving, is he?" Sebastian grumbles, wrapping his arms around Kurt and hugging him tighter, burying his head deeper into the crook of his husband's neck.
"I'm afraid not," Kurt mumbles back, pulling the comforter over their heads, just to have it yanked forcibly back down.
"Papa! Daddy!" a hyper voice whines. "He's been here! You have to get up!"
Kurt sighs.
"You know we're going to have to get out of bed," Kurt mutters, defeated by his own wisdom.
"But we just went to sleep ten minutes ago," Sebastian complains.
"I know, I know…" Kurt says, patting Sebastian's hand, trying to comfort the man currently burrowing into his back. Kurt peeks through a heavy eyelid at the enthusiastic little boy bouncing on their bed like it's a trampoline and snickers.
"Sebastian," Kurt laughs. "Sebastian, take a look at your son."
Sebastian groans even louder, prying a single eyelid open to catch sight of his son, hopped up on sugar and racing around their room. He focuses harder on the tiny blur as he drags around an oversized basket, shedding plastic grass all over the carpet.
"Thomas!" Sebastian says more sternly. "Did you break into the jellybeans?" Sebastian rubs his tired eyes with the heel of his hand to clear his vision. "We said no sugar till…"
After a few more blinks Sebastian can finally make out the sassy elfish child dancing in circles dressed in the most God-awful Pepto Bismol pink Easter Bunny pajamas Sebastian has ever seen.
"Holy shit!" Sebastian says, yawning and laughing at the exact same time. "He put them on! He actually put them on!"
Kurt elbows Sebastian hard in the ribs.
"Don't curse when he's around," Kurt scolds.
"I don't care," Sebastian says, pointing at the boy in the bunny suit sitting on the carpet in the corner of the room. "Look at him."
Kurt sits up to fully appreciate his adorable adopted son. Thomas's basket sits between his legs, gigantic bunny slippers on his feet, as he breaks into another small plastic egg full of jellybeans. One lop-sided ear droops into the boy's face, but he simply pushes it aside, intent on popping the colored candy into his mouth.
Kurt reaches over to the table beside their bed and grabs his iPhone.
"What are you doing, babe?" Sebastian asks. Kurt opens the camera app and aims at Thomas, snapping a few pictures.
"I'm letting Carole and dad see the terror they have wrought by sending us that outfit," Kurt explains, typing out a quick message to go along with the pictures and hitting send. Kurt sees Thomas reach for yet another plastic egg full of jellybeans and his eyes go wide, taking in the already empty eggs broken in half and littering the bottom of the basket.
"Okay, Thomas," Kurt relents, eager to get something else in his boy's stomach other than high fructose corn syrup and red dye #5. "Go into the living room. We'll have pancakes and eggs, and I'll get the map for the Easter egg hunt."
"Yay!" the boy cheers, grabbing up his basket and racing into the next room.
"A fucking map?" Sebastian moans in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"
"How else do you expect us to find fifty hard-boiled eggs?" Kurt asks. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't want to miss one and find it in July."
Kurt throws off the comforter the rest of the way, shimmying out of the bed, but Sebastian pulls him back, laying him flat on the bed and crawling over him with a familiar telltale glint in his darkening green eyes.
"Oh, no," Kurt giggles, placing a hand flat on Sebastian's chest to push him away. "Not morning sex. Not today."
"It'll only take a minute," Sebastian promises. "And as usual, you don't have to do anything by lie back and let me do all the work."
Kurt slugs Sebastian in the shoulder with a grimace on his face that's fighting so hard to morph into a grin.
"Well, then later can I dress you up? I think you would make the hottest little bunny," Sebastian purrs into his husband's ear.
"Uh, I'm not sure I would actually fit into that costume," Kurt chuckles, turning his head and watching Thomas hop by the bedroom door, the ears on top of his head bobbing with each jump.
"I don't need you in the whole costume," Sebastian clarifies, nibbling on Kurt's earlobe. "Just the ears and the tail."