A/N: This one was written a little while ago - we're fairly sure we haven't uploaded this yet, so stop us if you've read it before... but we haven't got anything else finished yet. But lots of ideas, so :D

"Kurt!" Blaine called loudly, sidestepping the set of twins that ran past his legs as he made his way through the house, baby held easily on his hip.

"Kurt, where are you?" He called again.

"In the kitchen." Kurt called back.

"When did we offer to babysit?" Blaine asked in confusion. Kurt laughed.

"We didn't exactly offer. We were already going to have Alex, because Finn's taking Rachel out somewhere, and then Mercedes rang at the last minute and asked if we could take Eliza, because she forgot something urgent that she had to do tonight, and you told David you'd take Mitchell when he rang, which prompted Wes to ring and ask if you could take Lizzie," here he gestured to the baby Blaine held, "And Daniel."

Kurt paused, counting on his fingers. "Then we also have Jeff and Nick's twins – Jacob and Jacinta - but I can't remember why, and Mike and Tina practically begged us to take Charlie – something about a lack of sleep since they brought James home, and Charlie's jealousy over the amount of attention they have to give him, and then we have Corrine. And she's ours." He said with a sigh.

"So we have nine kids, under seven, in our house?" Blaine asked. Kurt counted again, ticking the names off on his fingers.

"Yes. Lizzie's the youngest, and Charlie's the oldest. And they're all here until around midnight."

"Backyard, dinner, baths, Disney?" Blaine asked with a slight smile.

"You do backyard, I'll do dinner."

"Deal." Blaine replied, walking out the back door, calling the children outside with him.

They all ran out of the house, squealing as they went.

"I think... We should play tiggy." Blaine suggested, setting Lizzie down on the ground and accepting Alex when Kurt carried him to the door of the house, setting the toddler on his feet near Lizzie. Charlie nodded, running after Jacob.

"Tag! You're it!" she screamed, running away.

Kurt watched from the safety of the house, laughing at their antics as he quickly set up mattresses in the lounge room, piling pillows and blankets onto the couch, and going back to the kitchen, starting to cook dinner.

When he came back into the kitchen, Blaine was surrounded by crying kids. Kurt rushed out with the first aid kit.

Blaine sighed in relief when he saw him.

"What happened?" Kurt fussed, gently cleaning the graze on Charlie's leg before covering it with a band aid. Charlie hiccupped.

"I fell over, and Jacob tripped over me, and Jacinta knocked over Corrine, and Alex pushed over Lizzie, and Mitchell and Daniel are fighting over who's supposed to be 'it'." Charlie explained. Kurt looked at Blaine, confused, putting a bandaid on Jacob's elbow.

"They all fell over?" Blaine shrugged. Kurt sighed, taking the next child off of Blaine.

Before long, they were all fixed up and running around again, albeit slowly and more carefully than before. Corrine, the only one still there, held her arms out to Kurt from where she was in Blaine's lap.

"Daddy, cuddles." She said, eyes pleading. Kurt laughed, picking her up easily.

"Want to come help daddy cook dinner?" he asked. She nodded, excited. Kurt carried her in, seating her on the bench next to the sink, chatting to her as he worked.

He'd quickly decided on spaghetti – it was quick, and easy, and everyone ate it, so there wouldn't be any complaints. Corrine helped him, passing him what he needed, well practiced at helping Kurt cook.

When he was almost finished, he called Charlie and the twins to help set the table – having decided they could eat outside, on the picnic tables. Charlie and Jacinta took the tablecloths out, spreading them out over the table as best as they could before running back inside. Corrine climbed down from the counter and helped, passing them bowls and cups out of the cupboards.

Kurt carried dinner out, dishing it up for everyone and helping them onto the benches as Blaine did the same, still carrying Lizzie. They sat at opposite ends, in easy reach should they need to help any of the kids. Blaine held Lizzie on his lap, eating with one hand as he held her steady. Kurt pulled his nephew into his lap, doing the same. They were capable of eating by themselves, but they only had one highchair, and it was much faster this way.

Lizzie yawned as she finished eating, cuddling into Blaine – eyes closing as she gripped the front of his shirt with her spaghetti covered hand.

"Bath time I think." Blaine laughed, holding Kurt's gaze. "I'll wash up if you do the baths?" he offered.

Kurt smiled. "Deal."

^.^

Almost an hour later, the dinner things were clean, and everyone was in their pyjama's. Corrine had crept into Blaine's arms, her thumb in her mouth as she rested her head against his shoulder. Eliza had curled up on his other side, leaning against Blaine, almost asleep as she sleepily watched the movie.

Kurt had Lizzie and Alex, both of them asleep already, carefully tucked under blankets.

Of the five on the floor, they were only barely awake, watching the movie with their eyes glazed, and mouth's slightly open. Jacinta was asleep, tucked up next to her twin.

Blaine smiled at them fondly, dropping a careful kiss on his daughter's curls.

"They aren't really that bad." He whispered softly to Kurt.

Kurt laughed.

"Wait until they get older."

A/N: I guess I was just in the mood to write about kids ^^

Also, now that our present is finished, we have time to concentrate on some we've been talking about for ages.