A/N: It's writing boot camp! Claire is sitting next to me, and we're trying to get the wireless working on her laptop but it doesn't seem to be working -.- But we're getting there. 100 by Friday - she's keen, you guys are keen... why am I the only one who isn't?

"Daddy?" Jessica asked from the doorway, hesitant to intrude when Blaine was practicing.

"Hmm?" asked Blaine, concentrating on his music.

"You've got a problem..." she said, taking a few steps into the room. Blaine turned to her, alarmed.

"Problem?" he asked, holding his arms out to her.

"Isaac's in the kitchen." She said, climbing into his arms. "And Daddy Kurt's going to be home soon."

Blaine blanched and stood up, heading out of his music room and into the kitchen.

"Isaac?" he called, hoping to catch the toddler. He stepped into the kitchen and froze.

Every single thing that had been packed into the lower cupboards was strewn over the floor, with a giggling Isaac in the middle, happily banging on a pot with a spoon.

Blaine sighed, setting Jessica on her feet. "At least we know he's musically inclined."

Jessica giggled, but Blaine was sure she had no idea what he meant.

"Come on little man." He said, scooping Isaac up, "How long have you been in here?" he asked, eyeing the mess.

Isaac giggled, kicking his feet happily.

"Dada!" He giggled.

"Yes, Dada. And Dada isn't going to be happy when he sees what you've done to his kitchen."

"Dadada!" Isaac said, stuffing a fist into his mouth and smiling up at Blaine around it. "Dadadada!"

"I get it, you miss your Dada. But, your dada will be home soon, and I gotta clean this up before he sees it." Blaine told him, carrying the ten month old out of the room, settling him into his playpen, the one that took up half the room. "Now, you stay here, and Jess-Jess and I will clean up your mess, okay?"

Isaac waved his arms around, giggling. "Dadad!"

Blaine smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Anything else you'd like to say?" he teased.

"Dess!"

Blaine laughed, ruffling his hair and standing up again.

"Have fun." He laughed, going back to the kitchen. Jessica stood in the middle of the mess, her hands on her hips.

"Isaac is naughty." She said matter-of-factly.

Blaine smiled, moving next to the four year old and kissing her curls.

"Yes he is," he agreed, smiling when she snuck her hand into his. "But he's only a baby. He doesn't know any better yet."

"He should learn."

"Maybe you could teach him." Blaine suggested. Jessica nodded eagerly, looking determined. "Be nice." Blaine ordered, sticking his tongue out at her. "Now, you start at that end, and I'll start at this end. Whoever makes it to the middle first gets to pick the movie." Blaine said, turning it into a game. Jessica skipped to the other end of the kitchen.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Set." Blaine replied, kneeling on the floor.

"Go!"

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They were about halfway through the mess when Kurt arrived home. Jessica heard the front door open and gasped, running out of the room.

Blaine could hear Kurt's greeting, the faint thud as he kicked the door shut, and Isaac squealing;

"Dadadadadada!", from where he sat on the floor. He looked at what he still had to do and groaned quietly, letting his eyes close, and dropping his head back against the cupboard as he heard Jessica's excited;

"Daddy's in the kitchen!", and Kurt's quiet laugh, sending Jess off to play with her brother for a little while.

"Blaine?" Kurt called. Blaine could hear his footsteps getting closer, and he squeezed his eyes shut, dreading his reaction. He heard the door creak open, and then – nothing.

"...Blaine?" Kurt asked. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. "What happened to my kitchen?" he asked in shock, his voice barely above a whisper. His voice went even quieter. "What did you do?"

"Isaac." Blaine said simply, his eyes still closed. There was a sigh, and a thump as Kurt sat next to him on the ground.

"You set Isaac on my kitchen?" he asked. Blaine frowned.

"No, Isaac set Isaac on your kitchen" He explained.

"Oh... Oh well." Kurt said, much to Blaine's surprise.

"..Kurt? Are you feeling alright?" Blaine asked in concern, peeking at him. Kurt's shoulders were shaking in silent laughter.

"You looked so worried!" he gasped. Controlling himself, he continued. "Blaine, how many times did Jess do this?" Blaine smiled slightly.

"Too many to count."

"Exactly. I'm not worried, even though he messed up my perfectly clean kitchen." Kurt said with a small pout. Blaine sighed and slumped against him.

"Good, because after we finish cleaning this up I promised Jess a movie."

"Another one? Really Blaine, you've got to get control. It's like a movie is your automatic reaction to anything."

Blaine pouted. "But she hasn't watched any today."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? What have you been doing all day...?"

Blaine paled. "Not composing my music..."

Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"They were asleep! I didn't even know Isaac could get out of his cot yet!"

Kurt shook his head with a fond smile, kissing Blaine's cheek.

"Never mind. Clean the kitchen."

"Where are you going!"

Kurt grinned. "To spend time with my obviously neglected children."

A/N: :D