::Prologue::
"Now you both have your lunches?" The two little boys in front of him nodded, "And you know your phone number?" More nods. "Christopher, do you have all of your antibacterial supplies?"
"Yes Daddy." Kurt smiled tearily, he took a deep breath and pulled the boys into his arms. The yellow bus with the words 'Lima School District' painted in black honked. The driver glaring impatiently. He pulled back,
"Okay. I love you. Be good." They nodded and made their way onto the bus, Christopher looking back and waving,
"I love you Daddy!"
"I love you too sweaty! Be good!" Chris flashed a toothy smile and hopped back onto the bus.
X X X
"Oh my Gaga! Dave!" Kurt yelled as he tried to keep two year old Connors mud filled fists out of his mouth. Dave came running out thinking one of the boys had hurt himself, to see Kurt wrestling with Connor who had mud falling from his laughing mouth. Burt Carole and Blaine stopped running after him once they saw what had happened. They all started chuckling, and Kurt was near hysterics,
"Don't just sit there and laugh! He's eating mud!" Dave shook his head and walked over, picking the dark haired boy up,
"He's a toddler Kurt. That's what toddlers do. They eat mud!"
"B-but he'll get worms!"
"Kurt. Baby. RELAX. Go take your meds, and just RELAX."
X X X
Kurt smiled at the memory as he waved to his little boys in the back window as the bus pulled away. He hugged his arms around himself as he went back into the house, Blaine and Dave were already gone. Blaine worked with Burt at the garage, and was gone every morning at six. Dave was the foot ball coach and Gym teacher at McKinley high, so he had to be there when school started. Kurt stayed home during the days, because he wanted to be with the boys and with both Dave and Blaine working there was no big need for him to have a job. But as the minutes dragged and he cleaned the entire house, and mowed the lawn, and even tried to bathe the cat he found himself getting bored as the day went on. It was only noon and he ran out of things to do.
He was online looking through job openings and nothing seemed to fit. He needed something to occupy his time, if he wasn't going to work he needed a hobby. Drawing wouldn't work, his OCD gave him the shakes. Puzzles annoyed him, the pieces always bent. He was clicking the related search button a bunch of times, to the point where the search was completely irrelevant and he saw a question on Yahoo answers:
I'm a 23 year old woman. My boyfriend just told me that he wants to be in a relationship with me AND another woman, he also wants me and her to do things together, and it sounds appealing. The other woman is one of my close friends, and we're both bisexual, so it shouldn't be too hard. But I can't find any good information. Does anyone know of a book or something? Please write back.
Kurt sat back, there were no answers. He thought about it for a moment, he really did have an interesting story. I mean come one! How many guys could say they had two boyfriends and babies with both of them? It could help to open peoples minds a little more, get the story out there. He was always getting asked by people who found out how they did it, people genuinely seemed to be curious!
He opened a word document and titled the first page: Raising Our Boys. Prologue.
My name is Kurt Hummel. Six years ago I met the love of my life, Blaine Anderson. But something was missing, I had feelings for another boy as well. His name was David Karofsky. Blaine and I talked, he was very understanding. He said he'd be willing to share me with David. And that's really how it started, then they fell in love. We never really expected it to last, but it did. We were happy. Then we had a very unexpected surprise, I was pregnant.
We had a rough time in small town Lima Ohio, being a poly couple, and me being a pregnant male. But we made it work. This is the story about how we raise our two boys, Connor and Christopher. While we manage our relationship.
Hope you enjoy our story.
-KHummel.
Kurt saved the document and checked the time, it was 2:45, the bus should be arriving in fifteen minutes. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his antibacterial moist wipes and walked to the end of the block. He stood next to the bench the women who lived on the street with young children were sitting and talking. He never got along with the suburb moms. They were snarky and stuck up. They turned their noses up at him, and his family. The boys were never invited to the other kids birthdays, and the kids wouldn't come to theirs when they invited them. Kurt, Dave and Blaine were just happy that most of their friends got married and had kids right after high school, so the boys had kids close to their age to play with. And Kurt was praying that they would make friends at school, for Connor it wouldn't be a problem, but Christopher was more introverted; He took a while to warm up to people.
The bus squeaked to a stop at the corner and a blonde haired blue eyed girl with pigtails flounced off and met her mothers hand, followed by a red haired boy with freckles and then a pair of identical Asian girls wearing matching outfits, only differing in their colour.
And then his boys hopped off the steps and ran into his arms. Collin was furiously scrubbing at his hands and arms. Kurt looked at Connor,
"The bus driver wouldn't let him sterilize the seat and then made him sit by the window. His shoulder kept hitting the side." Kurt nodded and told the boys to stand there. He made his way to the bus and cleared his throat. The driver furrowed her brows and looked annoyed,
"Can I help you?" She asked, pursing her lips in an irritated pout.
"Hello, yes. I'm Kurt Hummel. Christopher and Connors father." He paused, waiting to see if she wanted to say anything, he looked back at the boys to see Connor talking to one of the girls, her mother looking annoyed but keeping up her polite facade, and Connor cleaning under his nails with a wet wipe.
"Um, I was wanting to ask you why you wouldn't let Chris sterilize the seat." She rolled her eyes,
"Sir, some of the other students are allergic to bleach and other chemicals. I can't take a chance at one of them having a reaction." She explained with a bored expression and condescending tone. Kurt nodded, Resisting the urge to go all ice bitch on this horrid woman.
"I understand. They won't be riding the bus anymore. Sorry for bothering you." He got off the bus and was handed a wipe from Chris."Thank you sweaty." He cleaned off his hands and wrapped them both in a big hug. He heard a car pull up behind him and a chuckle, then he heard Blaines voice,
"Yeah Kurt. That'll make them real popular!" He turned around to see Dave driving the SUV and Blaine in the passenger side. Kurt pouted and glared at the dark haired boyfriend,
"Shut up. I missed our boys."