Kurt was cooking dinner, when he felt his husband's arms around his waist. He lightly started to bite his earlobe. He turned around to kiss him fully on the lips, which resulted in a full on makeout session in the middle of the small kitchen. "You're so hot." Blaine said and kissed his neck. "I love you so fucking much." Kurt said. "You're so hot when you swear." Blaine moaned.
Just as clothes were being ripped off, their three-year old daughter, Tracy came running into the kitchen in her ballet clothes. "Daddies." She exclaimed. Blaine picked her up in his arms and kissed her cheek. "Hi, princess." He said. "How was ballet?" Kurt asked. "Fine." The toddler said.
"She was actually named ballerina of the week." Santana, who had babysat her that day said and smiled at the toddler. "Like father, like daughter." Kurt said and kissed her cheek.
Tracy ran into her room, leaving the three adults. "I'm gonna go home now, so you guys can continue fucking." Santana said and kissed both their cheeks. "Bye Tray." Santana exclaimed.
"Bye, Auntie Tana." The three-nager yelled from her room. Kurt and Blaine just smirked at each other and continued their actions from before.
