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The time that Kurt and Blaine told their daughter a bedtime story uwu

The dim light from the lamp throws a golden glow over their bed as Blaine rests his head against Kurt’s shoulder, buried underneath the comforter. Blaine trails his fingers absently over Kurt’s arm as Kurt furrows his brow at his phone, scrolling through an email before a yawn breaks his concentration. “Mm, maybe we should go to sleep?” Blaine hums, kissing Kurt’s shoulder.

“I’m prolonging the part where I have to wake up early to take Hepburn to school,” Kurt mumbles, tipping his cheek so that it rests on top of Blaine’s curls.

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