Author's Note: My roommate has been asking me to write some Klaine for a while now because I mostly write Brittana. I'm always scared I'm going to mess up their dynamic, so I'm taking a stab at it. Be gentle. :/ It'll start out Kum but will become Klaine.

Prologue.

The sounds of faint arguing could be heard blocks away from Tigervalley Elementary School. The rain was tip-toeing down on the heavy cement as cars came to a halt on the side of the street; car doors opened and closed and loud screaming of babies could be heard minimally over the rain, but it was one couple in particular. One couple who could be heard having a heated conversation over the sounds of raindrops, and now thunder that was booming loudly overhead; this couple was sitting in a car, wild hand gestures were moving between the two of them as they yelled more and more. Their screams wasn't of who left the milk out last or even who drove their eight-year-old son to school without giving notice that they were leaving, no, their argument consisted of an outside source, an outside source that was threatening their relationship.

The thunder boomed louder overhead as parent after parent entered the Elementary School dressed in their best attire waiting eagerly to see their son or daughter perform. Tigervalley was having its annual talent show to showcase the children's many talents that seemed to be overwhelming their teachers. To some teachers at Tigervalley every spitball or stick figured drawing was of pure talent and everyone should be happy to embrace it and show it off for their parents to see. Everyone had talent.

The couple that was sitting in their car five minutes after the doors of the elementary gym had closed was still arguing, but it was muted over the thunderstorm. They were arguing silently in their heads now. They didn't truly know what to say to each other because it all seemed to have worked itself out. Their once happy family for the last ten years was crushing down upon them.

Kurt Hummel, the mom between the two, blamed his partner for allowing himself to fall trap to the straight-boy trick. Kurt had fire in his eyes, his hands tight on the steering wheel. He was angry, pissed, beyond any form of mad that he could think of, to think that for ten years his life had been a lie. He loved his son and his partner, but it seemed for the past two years his partner was falling out of love with him. Kurt didn't notice he was too busy with Landon to notice much of anything. He felt everything was the same.

Sam Evans, the dad between them, blamed Kurt for pushing him away when he needed him the most. Kurt had gone through a sick spell - Cancer - and had recovered dramatically. The doctors couldn't understand how it had happened. During that time period Sam tried everything he could to be there for Kurt, but he pushed him away farther and farther into the arms of another man. A straight man, Kurt happened to point out. Sam sat with his hands in his lap looking at the elementary school gym door. Inside was his son sitting backstage peering behind the curtains waiting for his dads, and here they sat in the car, listening to each other's hard and steady breaths as the rain poured down harder.

"You might want to bring an umbrella." Kurt said, releasing his seat belt off of him and taking the umbrella from the backseat, "I would share with you, but I don't even want to be near you right now."

"Kurt this is not my fault."

"It is your fault." Kurt turned to him, his eyes were puffy and his nose red. He wanted to break down and cry again, he wanted to be held in Sam's arms and be told that everything he said was just to make him mad because he had left the toilet seat up or something. He wanted that to happen but knew it wouldn't.

"I loved you." Sam said, reaching to brush Kurt's hair out of his face but he moved away.

"Don't touch me. You broke this family."

"The heart wants what the heart wants, Kurt."

"He's straight, Sam! Straight! Do you really think he's going to magically become gay because you want him to be?"

"You're wrong. He's gay and he loves me."
"Finn Hudson is a lot of things. A jerk, a judgmental idiot, even hypocritical, but gay he is not."

"You just don't want me to be happy, do you?"

"You're supposed to be happy with me. With Landon. We are a family, Sam."

"Well, maybe I don't want to be apart of that anymore." He opened the passenger side door and got out of the car. He slammed it shut and walked across the street alone to the elementary gym door. He disappeared inside as the thunder roared overhead.

Kurt sat in the car a few minutes longer, thinking to himself about how he was going to tell his eight-year-old son that there will only be one father when he woke up the next morning. He felt his vision get cloudy and knew he was crying again. He shook the tears away violently and forced himself to open the car door. He opened his umbrella and gracefully went across the street and entered the gym.

Out of the cold rain he found himself standing in the back, he spotted Sam's head and felt yet another fistful of tears clouding his eyes. He shook them away again and tried his best to concentrate on his son. Landon was up next. He was a beautiful blonde haired boy, he got that from Sam, however his mouth wasn't as big as his fathers. He had a girlish figure on him, nice and petite, he also had a beautiful singing voice, though Kurt wasn't physically apart of Landon he imagined that Landon got that much from him.

Landon was known as the young fashion king because Kurt kept him laced in all the latest fashion. No one should be without proper clothing. Landon was an amazing singer and dancer and loved everything about the fine arts. But Landon was also a jock, he loved to throw the football around with Sam when the grass was cut and sun was out. He would march around the grass all manly as the neighborhood girls would watch and smile at him as he sweat and ran with the ball his dad would throw to him. Landon was the perfect combination of both Sam and Kurt.

Sam turned around and spotted Kurt, he wanted to smile at him but he found it hard. He wanted to smile at him to know that he was grateful for Kurt for raising such an amazing boy, but he knew deep down inside that it wouldn't change what happened in the car. Nothing would change that.

Applause was heard throughout the gym as Landon finished his solo. He took a bow - one Kurt taught him - and ran off the stage. A few more kids were after him and sooner or later the night had ended. Landon ran from backstage towards Sam first who was standing up as he came. Kurt walked over towards them gracefully trying not to make it obvious they had been apart throughout the show.

"Did you see me dad? Did you see me?" Landon asked with a big grin as Sam roughed his hair then picked him up.

"Yes, I saw you. You were amazing. Sound just like your daddy K here."

Landon looked at Kurt who smiled and gently fixed his hair back together.

"Chip off the old block." Kurt said with a smile. Sam dropped Landon gently down on the ground; Landon took both Sam and Kurt's hand as a woman walked up towards them. They had seen her many times before. She was the music teacher.

"Your son has a beautiful talent." She said to Kurt.

"Thank you."

"I'm very happy to see such beautiful men take such pride in their child."

"Thank you." Sam said.

"See you Monday Landon." She said to the little boy who was twisting his foot around in impatience.

"See you."

Landon led them out into the now clear moist air. Landon released their hands and ran to the car once it was in view; Kurt and Sam stopped walking for a while and eyed each other. Sam's hands were stuck in his pockets and Kurt had his arms folded across his chest twisting his foot, much like his son.

"What do we tell him?" Sam asked.

"We can't tell him tonight."

"Why not? He has the right to know why I won't be coming home tonight."

"Not tonight. Do you see how happy he is?" Their eyes found their son's who was now talking to another young boy around his age. He was dark haired and black. They have grown to call him Dre.

"So what do you suppose we do?" Sam asked him.

"I'll tell him you have to work late."

"You're going to lie to our son?" He asked shocked.

"We'll tell him the truth tomorrow. I promise, but tonight is his night. Let's respect that Sam, seeing that you couldn't respect us enough."

"Drop it, Kurt. I'm not going to say sorry for anything. I told you..."

"Yeah I know your heart wasn't in it."

"I'll get a cab." Sam said changing the subject quickly, "I'll swing by the house get a few things then go to the hotel. I'll see you two in the morning."

"We'll see you in the morning."

Sam and Kurt looked at each other. Usually they would hug if one of them were leaving the other for a night, but tonight it didn't seem right to hug. It didn't seem right to even be looking at each other. Sam sighed; his hands still stuffed tightly in his pockets as he walked a few steps away and pulled out his cell phone to call a cab. Kurt walked across the street to where Landon stood still immerging in conversation with Dre. As he walked over, Dre's mother, Mercedes Jones came into view.

"Landon was amazing tonight." She said to Kurt, "Clearly your son."

Kurt smiled as he looked down at Landon and put a hand on his shoulder, "Dre was amazing tonight too. Wish I could dance like that."

"I could teach you!" Dre said with a smile.

"I'll take you up on that."

"Well we don't want to hold you up. We'll see you later. Goodnight Landon."

"Goodnight Mrs. Jones."

Mrs. Jones and Dre walked off into the darkness as Kurt opened the passenger side door for Landon to hop into.

"Where's Daddy S?" Landon asked.

"He's going to be working late tonight. We'll see him tomorrow."

Kurt closed the door and moved around to the driver's side and got in. Landon pulled the seatbelt around him and Kurt fastened it, as he looked at Landon's eyes he found himself trapped in Sam's eyes and found tears swelling in his own.

"Daddy K, what's wrong?" Landon asked him.

"Nothing." His voice was cracking, "I just love you, Landon. Just remember that. If we ever part, just remember I love you."

"Why would we part?" Landon asked curiously with fear in his throat.

Kurt looked at his son and smiled, "We'll never part, Landon." Kurt felt tears coming down his face as he started the ignition, "We're a family. We'll never part."

Author's Note: Sooooo what do you guys think? Should I continue? What do you think of Landon? And Kurt? And Sam? I promise if you want me to continue, Blaine will be on his way!