Kurt was falling asleep on the couch by the time Daddy got home. It was nearing four o'clock but the moment he saw Daddy in the doorway, he was up and running for the door. "Daddy!" He cried out and wrapped his arms around Daddy's waist tightly.
"Did you miss me, bud?" Daddy chuckled, setting his grocery bags. "I miss you too. I'm sorry I was so long, there was a bit of a car wreck on the way home."
Nick and Jeff stood up, walking over to greet Daddy while Sebastian and Trent snuggled together on the couch sleepily. They took over putting food away in the fridge and the pantry so that Daddy could scoop Kurt up in his arms and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Did you have fun with Uncle Nick and Uncle Jeff?" Daddy asked him, to which Kurt nodded quickly. "Yea? Did you make friends with Bassy and Trent?" At that, Kurt nodded a little more slowly. He wasn't quite sure if Sebastian considered him a friend. More like a rival. The new Rachel.
"Sebastian, huh? Yea, he can be a little monster." Daddy laughed and Kurt grinned as he nodded in agreement.
"Boo!" Kurt replied, pointing to the rubber hand on the floor near the other toys.
Daddy glanced over at it and gasped. "Did he scare you?" He asked in exaggerated shock. Kurt nodded quickly. "Well what should we do about it?" He asked. Daddy carried Kurt into the living room to where Sebastian was dozing. He was curled up into a ball with his pacifier in his mouth, Trent curled up around him and hugging him protectively. Kurt peered down at him and shrugged.
"Not Trent." He stated and Daddy chuckled.
"You wanna spare Trent?" He asked, bouncing his baby a little.
Kurt giggled and nodded. "Wait."
Daddy nodded in agreement, grinning. "Yea, okay. We'll get him back another time."
"Don't you lay a finger on my Bassy-Boo, Blaine." Nick warned as he came into the living room. "He just needs a firm hand."
Daddy laughed. "Fine, fine, but if he teases Kurt again, there are no promises."
Nick shook his head and jokingly hit Blaine's shoulder before going to pick Sebastian up and set him on his hip. Sebastian's eyes opened a little as he rested his head on Nick's shoulder. "Hey, buddy." Nick cooed to him. "You ready to head back home?" Sebastian nodded drowsily and Nick kissed his cheek. "Okay, say bye bye to Kurtie and Uncle Blaine." Sebastian sleepily waved to them and once Jeff had roused Trent, they all returned to their own apartment.
Once they were gone, Daddy smiled at him and set him down on the carpet. "Want to play with me?"
Kurt grinned and nodded quickly, grabbing the toy piano. "La la."
Daddy gasped and took a seat. "You're going to sing for me? Or do you want me to sing with you?"
"Me!" Kurt beamed.
Daddy chuckled and stretched out. "Are you going to give me a concert?"
Kurt grinned and nodded, starting to press some of the keys. His voice rang out clear and pure as he sang the nursery songs and Daddy's smile grew wider. It was truly a shame that Kurt was a baby with a voice like that. He could have really gone far. Not that Daddy was complaining. He still couldn't believe he had gotten to the boy before anybody else managed to. It was truly a stroke of luck in his favor.
Once Kurt had finished his performance, Daddy whistled and clapped, giving him a standing ovation that made the boy blush in delight. Daddy scooped him up and cuddled him. "What a beautiful performance!" He cooed and slipped a hand down to Kurt's crotch. "And it looks like my little songbird needs a new diaper."
Kurt cooed babyishly and nuzzled Daddy's neck, earning a flurry of kisses in return. Daddy laid him down on the changing table and removed his clothes, then his diaper. He swiftly changed his baby and blew raspberry on Kurt's tummy, making the brunet squeal with laughter. Keeping one protective hand on Kurt's stomach to hold him down, Blaine reached over to the dresser and selected a onsie from the drawer. "Alright, baby face." He tugged the onsie over his head and then directed his arms into the sleeves. "Lie down, legs apart." He instructed and secured the snaps at the crotch before rubbing Kurt's cotton-covered tummy. "Good boy." He grinned and picked him up, carrying him back to the living room. Once there, he set Kurt down on the rug again and pulled out some toy cars. "Do you like cars, bud?"
Grinning, Kurt shook his head and grabbed a Bratz doll instead. Daddy's smile grew. "Ah, you like dollies, huh cutie?"
Kurt nodded and popped her feet off, making Daddy gasp. "Where did her feet go, baby?" Kurt giggled and shrugged. "You don't know? Well they must be here somewhere. She needs her feet!" Daddy smirked mischievously. "Do you have feet, Kurtie?"
Kurt grinned and nodded quickly, holding the doll in his hands.
"Where? Here?" Daddy asked and pointed to Kurt's nose.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No!" He smiled.
"No? Well what about here?" Daddy inquired, tickling his tummy.
"No, Daddy!" Kurt squeaked.
"I know…." Daddy grinned. "Here!" He said and started to mercilessly tickle the boy.
Kurt shrieked shrilly and kicked, trying to crawl away.
"Where are you going?" Daddy laughed, grabbing him and pulling him into his lap so that he could tickle his tummy and neck until Kurt was screaming with laughter and then had gone limp in his lap. Daddy chuckled and leaned back against the couch, looking down at his baby boy. "Now why don't we start looking for her feet?"