So since I'm totally Klaine-obsessed right now, I've decided I'm going to do a future story, following their daughter Elizabeth (yeah, I named her after Kurt lol) and twin sons Gabriel and Adrian as they go through life.

Dear Diary,

So today's the day. My first day at McKinley High School. I'm not nervous at all since I'll have Gabe and Ian and Anna with me - plus I'll finally get to join New Directions! I've only been waiting for that since forever. But, as excited as I am to start high school, I'm sad to see the summer go. I got to hang out with people that I never get to see and I got to meet Jolene, Uncle Puck and Aunt Lauren's new baby. Oh, Diary, she's so cute!

Oops, Daddy K's calling me. Gotta go, Diary. Wish me luck!

I stuffed my diary back under my mattress so my brothers couldn't find it and raced downstairs. "Whoa. Where's the fire?" my dad (Daddy K) said, stopping me at the bottom.

"Just excited to get to school."

"Well, calm down. You're not going anywhere until you've eaten breakfast." I groaned but followed him to the kitchen. "Besides," he said over his shoulder, "you have to wait for Anna to get here." He laughed as I groaned again. My cousin Annabel Hudson was notorious for being at least ten minutes late to everything.

"Why? Can't we just let her find her own way? Serves her right for always making me late," I added under my breath.

"Elizabeth Grace Hummel-Anderson," he chastised. "Your aunt and uncle both have to work and since I work at McKinley, I offered to take her." Oh, yeah. I forgot that he'd gotten a job as Fine Arts Director at McKinley (which was basically just an excuse for him to help with New Directions).

"Why do you have to get so nice all the time?" He kissed my forehead before putting a huge plate of food in front of me. (Daddy K loved to cook, so he always made enough to feed an army as opposed to our family of five.)

He looked at his watch. "Where are your brothers?" I shrugged, my mouth full of food. Daddy K shook his head and walked back towards the stairs. "Gabe! Ian! Get down here! You're going to be late."

"Coming!" my brothers called down in unison (something they did a lot since they were twins. Pissed me off). Five seconds later, they appeared, looking identical in their football jerseys and their curly hair all over the place (something that annoyed Daddy K - he was always trying to get them to cut it). "Morning, Daddy K," they said at the exact same time, leaving me wondering how the hell they did it.

"Morning, boys. Can't you do something about that hair?" he asked, fingering on Gabe's curls, an exasperated look on his face.

"Nope." Okay, they seriously needed to stop doing that. Daddy K sighed and went to go get them breakfast.

"Morning, Lizzie," Ian (whose name was actually Adrian) said. I nodded, my mouth still stuffed with food. "Ready for high school?"

I swallowed. "Yep."

"Gonna join New Directions?" Gabe asked as if he didn't already know the answer. "We really need a strong female lead. I'm tired of carrying the weight of the whole team."

Ian shoved his shoulder. "You wish. Besides, I'm better than you," he boasted.

"Oh, really?"

"Really?"

"Wanna bet?"

"No, he doesn't," Daddy K interjected. "Seriously, boys, it's way too early in the morning for this."

"Sorry," they said before digging into the plates of food in front of them like wild animals. God, teenage boys were so disgusting.

Daddy K looked at the clock and then in the direction of the stairs and back again. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, "That man is going to be the death of me," before yelling up the stairs. "Blaine! Get up."

"No," came the reply. I looked at my brothers and smiled. This happened almost every morning.

"Yes."

The back door opened and Anna walked in, early for once in her fourteen years of life. "Uncle Blaine not getting out of bed?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied.

"Morning, Uncle Kurt," she called.

"Morning, Anna," he called back before turning his attention back to the stairs. "Blaine Nathaniel, get your ass out of bed."

"Kurt Elizabeth... no."

"Blaine," he said, quickly tiring of the game. "We've been doing this for over twenty years. Aren't you tired of it yet?"

My other dad (Daddy B) magically appeared at the top of the stairs. "Nope," he said, grinning.

"God, you're annoying," Daddy K complained before giving Daddy B a kiss.

"But you love me."

"Yeah... remind me again why." Daddy B laughed and ruffled Daddy K's hair. "Oh, my God. Blaine, what the hell did you do that for?" Yeah, he was bit of a drama queen.

"Calm down, sweetie." He expertly rearranged Daddy K's hair. "Better?"

"I guess. Just don't do it again or I swear to God I'll..." he trailed off, searching for a good threat.

"You'll what?" Daddy B laughed.

"I don't know. But it'll be bad."

"I'm sure it will, sweetie, I'm sure it will." He turned his attention to us. "Hey, guys. Ready for school?"

"Yep," all four of us answered at slightly different times (well, except the twins. Freaks).

"That's good." He stretched and ran his hand through his hair - which was wilder and curlier than Gabe and Ian's. "Well, I have to go get ready. Unless I want to face Kurt's wrath." We all had to laugh at that one. Daddy K didn't have a mean bone in his body.

Once everyone was properly fed (especially Anna, who Daddy K always overfed, claiming that his brother didn't know how to feed his children) we all piled into the car, the twins grumbling that they wished they had their licenses so they could drive themselves.

As we drove, Anna animatedly talked about... well, everything. She may look like her dad, but that girl talked like her mother (she could also sing like her, so I might have some competition for the top spot). But I stayed quiet, thinking.

I had never been ashamed of having two dads - it had always made me feel special that they would take the time and money to create me. But now, it kind of made me uneasy. McKinley was the only high school Lima had, but there were three middle schools, so two-thirds of the kids there wouldn't know me. What if they judged me because I didn't have a "normal" family like they did? I didn't care that I called both of my parents Daddy and it didn't matter that they paid my mother to carry me. But I also didn't want to be known as "the girl with the gay dads". I just wanted to be Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson.

I just wanted to be me.

Was that good? Should I continue? Or should I stop and take this down? It's your call, guys. I do what you tell me to.

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