AN: Just a warning, these stories will not be in order from youngest to oldest. Simply random.

Blaine Anderson was seven years old, and all he wanted to do was take a bath. He didn't understand why it was making his dad so upset. Blaine hadn't taken a bath in months. And why did it matter if he took a bath or a shower, anyway? He would still get clean.

"No," his father said sternly. "He's too old for baths."

"Gerald..."

"No, Emily."

"But, daddy, I—"

"Blaine, I said 'no'."

Blaine started to tear up. Why was his daddy being so mean? He wasn't asking for something really expensive! He used to take baths all the time! He had this special rubber duck that was his favorite. It was just like Ernie's, and he liked to sing the Rubber Ducky song.

A door opened upstairs, and Blaine's older brother Cooper stuck his head out. His hair was starting to get a little too long. It had been like that since he started...what was it called again? Oh, right. Middle school.

"Oh, come on, Dad," Cooper said. "It's not like he's going to fit into the tub for much longer. Let him have his fun while he still can." Blaine's dad rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he groaned, giving in. The then proceeded to stomp into the den.

"Yay!" Blaine cheered, and he raced into the bathroom, already struggling his way out of his shirt.

His mother followed him in and helped him get the shirt off of his head. She filled up the tub, adding a little shampoo in place of bubble bath.

"Bu—!"

"Shh!" his mother shushed him. "We don't want Daddy to hear."

Blaine giggled quietly and squealed a little as he stepped into the tub. It was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. Blaine laid back and let the water surround him. It filled up his ears and made him wiggle his toes. He couldn't hear anything, so he jumped in surprise when something cold hit his stomach.

"Rubber Ducky!"

"Don't drown, Kid." Blaine glared at his brother as menacingly as he could. Which, honestly, wasn't very intimidating.

"I won't, Coop."

"Just making sure."

"Oh! Look what I can do!"

"What's that?" Cooper knelt next to the tub as his kid brother, with a look of complete concentration, gathered some bubbles with his tiny hands and spread them on his chin and upper lip.

"Now I look like Grandpa Roger!" Cooper chuckled.

"Yeah, you do. And guess what?"

"What?" Blaine asked excitedly.

Quickly, Cooper scooped some suds into his hands and plopped them onto Blaine's curly head. "Now you look like Santa!"

"Coop!" Blaine screeched, a trail of bubbles running down his nose. He went cross-eyed to look at them, and Cooper laughed again.

Standing up, the older Anderson dried his hands on a towel before telling his brother to have fun, and exiting the bathroom. As he left, he heard singing echoing off the tiles.

"Rubber Ducky, you're the one..."

GUH. Can't you just imagine a little Blaine with wild curls sitting in the tub, bubbles all over his hair and chin, and smiling so big you can see his missing tooth? I can.

Next: Blaine looses his first tooth.