I’m sure that one day, both Blaine and Kurt will be fun and wonderful parents to their kids.
But I totally see Blaine as the one buying the little rugrats all kinds of inappropriate toys, though.
Blaine: “But, Kurt! What’s wrong with buying little Toronto a dirt bike for Christmas?”
Kurt: “She’s four, Blaine.”
Blaine: “But she said she wanted one.”
Kurt: “We can talk about this again once her feet would actually reach the pedals.”
Blaine: “Oh. That makes sense.”
“Can we get her a pony, then?”
“You’re lucky I love you.”