Blaine stuck out his tongue slightly as he started drawing little hearts all over the paper and then wrote words. He looked at his kids, laughing when Abbey rubbed at her face and got pink paint all over her nose.
Kurt was enjoying being messy. There was something so liberating about it. He put different colors on each of his fingers and spread rainbows across his paper with no real purpose other then to unwind. He heard Blaine laugh and looked up to see Abbey’s pink nose.
“Just don’t eat it, Abbey.” he said cheerfully. Kurt sighed and laid his head on Blaine’s shoulder, contented. He wiggled his fingers, enjoying the feel of the paint between them then turned his head so he could kiss Blaine’s shoulder.
Blaine giggled and blushed, nodding. He sat down and looked at Kurt. “You better be painting to Daddy.” he said, blowing Kurt a kiss.
Carter put some yellow on his fingers and started painting, grinning from ear to ear.
Kurt returned Blaine’s kiss and set up some paint for Blaine and then for himself before rolling up his sleeves and sitting next to his husband. He looked around at his children and their different styles. Joah was fully focused on his work creating some kind of masterpiece. Carter was simpler, just having fun making shapes, and seeing how the colors blended together. Abbey was being herself and rubbing paint all over her paper without care.
Blaine did as he was told, changing all three kids and then went to the kitchen, smiling as he saw Kurt. “Okay, all three are ready. I have a feeling they’ll all need baths after this.” he chuckled.
Kurt laughed too. “I expect so. First let’s protect the table.”
He grabbed plastic wrap and covered the surface of the table with it. “This way they can be as messy as they want.” Then he set out the paper and started putting the paint out. He gave each of the three children their own set of colors so there wouldn’t be any fighting over mixing them.
“Do you want some paint Papa?” Kurt asked with a wink.
“Oh my gosh yes. Yes yes yes!” Blaine nodded. Joah nodded to. “Can I paint with blue?” the threeyear old asked, suddenly extremely excited.
“Of course, baby. Why don’t you all go to the kitchen and I’ll go get the paint and materials. Papa, you should make sure they have clothes on they can get messy in.”
Kurt got up and headed upstairs where he grabbed paint and paper.
Blaine watched as their daughter happily climbed onto Joah’s lap, blowing him a kiss. “Pssh. Plans. Who needs ‘em?” Blaine smirked, kissing Carter’s hair.
“True,” said Kurt. He looked outside and saw it was still raining. He put his head on Blaine’s shoulder and closed his eyes as he continued to hold Joah and Abbey close.
“We should do something crazy fun though. Like finger paints, or something.”
Nodding, the little boy snuggled into Kurt’s side. Abbey was bouncing on the bed while Carter curled into himself. Blaine scooped Carter up and laid him on his chest, earning a small giggle from the boy and a pout form Abbey.
Kurt laid back against the headrest. “Here, Abbey, come sit in Joah’s lap. Then everyone has a lap.” he encouraged the girl to climb onto Joah and held them both close before scooting closer to Blaine and Carter. He kissed Blaine’s cheek. “I think at one point we were supposed to have big plans today,” he said with a giggle.
Joah smiled and nuzzled closer. “Daddy I’m sorry.” he mumbled again.
Kurt kissed Joah again. “It’s okay, baby. As long as you really think about what happened today and about Carter. You have a job and that’s to make him feel welcomed here. Now he may do things you don’t like. But yelling at him won’t help. You have to talk to him. Or come talk to Papa or me.”
Joah looked up at Kurt and smiled tiredly, his eyes puffy. “I love you to Daddy.” he said, kissing Kurt’s cheek.
Blaine followed a few moments after, laying Carter and Abbey down as well. “Mm. Family.” Blaine chuckled.
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh when he heard Blaine. “Yes, family. In good and bad times.” Kurt caressed Joah’s hair as he said this and kissed the boy’s forehead. He’d of course been telling the truth. He would love his family no matter what.
Joah made a small noise and clung to his daddy, not having any intention on letting go. Blaine smiled weakly at Kurt and grabbed Carter and Abbey, kissing their foreheads.
Kurt looked at Blaine and sighed with a weary smile.
He nodded towards their bedroom before carrying Joah in and laying on the bed with him. He hoped Blaine would understand and join with the others.
“I love you, Joah,” he whispered.
Joah all but jumped into Kurt’s arms, pressing as close as possible. “P-Promise?” he asked, looking at Kurt with wide brown eyes.
Kurt let out an umph as he caught Joah and squeezed him close. “I promise, baby.” He looked back into Joah’s eyes. “Yeah, I get angry sometimes, but nothing you do could ever make me want you to go away.”
