A/N: I apologise for the insane crappity of my uploading skills. 21 WIPs now. It's not that we aren't trying. They're just not writing themselves. Anyway, things should be back to normal soon - I'm back at school and the routine is good for me, so that should spark some writing...ness. I don't know. Things have been a bit of a mess lately.

This chapter gets suggestive at the end. No actual smut though.

"Come on Grace, come on…" Blaine beckoned her closer, stepping further away from his little girl.

She pouted up at him, flailing as she tried to tread water.

"Daddy!" she whined. "You keep moving!"

Kurt laughed. "There's no fooling her, babe."

Blaine huffed. "Come on Grace…you can make it!"

Grace pouted, doggy-paddling a few strokes forward.

Blaine took another step back.

"Daddy!"

Blaine laughed, stepping forward and drawing her into his arms.

"You're just such a good swimmer!" he exclaimed, kissing her on the head and wrinkling his nose at the chlorine. "I wanted to see more…"

Kurt made his way over to them, grinning. "You ready to try some actual strokes now?" he asked, but she shook her head.

"No."

"Why not?" Blaine asked, holding her up so she wouldn't have to paddle.

"Too hard." She said, beaming up at them with her 'best-little-girl-in-the-world' voice.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You did it with your floaties on – you did it perfectly!"

She nodded. "I had my floaties."

Blaine laughed, gently letting her go. She floated on her back, glancing up at them.

"Come on Gracie. We'll do freestyle together, okay?"

She shook her head.

"Daddy…" she whined again. "You've practised!"

"I'll hold onto him." Kurt offered with a grin.

She laughed, light and bubbly as she straightened up. Kurt loved her laugh – it reminded him so much of Blaine.

"Fine…" she grinned.

They lined up at the shallow end, Kurt keeping a close eye on Grace as she clung to the wall.

"Ready?" Blaine asked.

Grace held onto the wall with one hand, the other out into the water. "Set."

Kurt clung to Blaine like an octopus, arms and legs wrapped around his torso.

"Go!" he shouted, and Grace pushed off, ungracefully throwing herself into the water.

It was a mass of flailing arms and legs at first. Kurt and Blaine walked after her at the slower pace, watching her with fond grins. Kurt kissed gently at Blaine's shoulder as he walked, and Blaine's hands found Kurt's.

Finally, Grace's body started to move according to the way her mind told it to, and her arms were making wide arcs in the water. Blaine leant forward and started a slow, lazy freestyle – the Kurt on his back barely hindering his movements.

When they reached the far wall, Grace was breathless but proud of herself.

"Well done!" Blaine praised. "Ready to make it back?"

Kurt intervened. "I think Gracie can hitch a ride back this time."

He let Blaine go and let himself float away, letting Grace clamber on his own back.

"This calls for a race." Blaine grinned, and Kurt rolled his eyes. It was always a competition.

"Fine mister." Kurt indulged him, and Grace squealed happily. "What happens if I win?"

"If you and Grace win, chocolate ice cream for dessert. If I win, I'll tell you what we're going to do later."

"Daddy, we have to win." Grace told him insistently.

Kurt was fighting to keep his blush off his cheeks.

"Alright." He nodded, propping Grace up. "Hold on sweetie."

She planted a death grip around his neck and chest, and Kurt held onto the wall. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't let them lose – Grace would kill him – but he didn't exactly want to not win.

A tie then.

He grinned mischievously, and Blaine shot him a raised eyebrow look. Kurt just laughed, and touched Grace on the leg.

"Tell us when, baby."

She giggled. "Okay. Ready?"

"Ready." Blaine grinned, and Kurt nodded.

"Set."

There was silence as she drew out the pause, trying to be dramatic as possible, before screeching, "GO!"

Kurt pushed off, half lazily, before he realised Blaine was actually seriously swimming. Grace cheered him on, holding tight as he fought to keep up. He had a lot of upper body strength – his routines on the scaffolding and his weight-lifting helped that. He pushed forward until he was level with Blaine, and they managed to touch the wall together.

"TIE!" Grace exclaimed.

Blaine was breathless, shaking his head and laughing at Kurt.

"Cheeky bitch." He whispered, barely audible.

Kurt just grinned proudly, extracting Grace from his back.

"Does this mean we still get ice cream?" she asked innocently, and Kurt nodded.

"Definitely."

"Can I go set it up?"

Kurt and Blaine nodded, and Blaine lifted her from the pool. They watched her run off, before Blaine turned to Kurt with a sultry smirk, wrapping his arms around his bare torso.

"And what's my prize then?" Kurt asked softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on Blaine's nose.

"Well…" he crooned. "Maybe later…when she's sleeping…we can come back out here…"

"Yeah?" Kurt breathed.

"Maybe go skinny-dipping…in the light of the moon…" he whispered, shifting closer, his breath hot on Kurt's neck. "We could try it…in here…"

"Daddies!" came Grace's shout, and Kurt let out a frustrated half-sob, trying to subtly shift himself away from Blaine's hips. "It's ready!"

Kurt shot a pleading look at Blaine, but he just smirked and kissed him deeply.

"Later, then we can have all the uninterrupted fun we want..."