Author's Note: This story is a sequel to Something Unpredictable. It can probably stand alone, but it'll make even more sense if you've read that. It is a work in progress with two to three more chapters to go. I've been posting it on the AO3 under my username there, Tonks42, but I decided to add it here as well. The last few chapters will update once a week on Monday evenings.

"The oranges for Jules' soccer game tomorrow are cut and in the fridge," Kurt said as he sank down beside his husband on the couch. "You just have to remember to grab them before you leave for the game."

"Oranges in the fridge, right. I'm sorry you've got a Saturday shoot tomorrow and won't be able to watch Julian's game," Blaine said, looking up from his laptop to smile over at Kurt.

"Oh, it'll be fine." Kurt glanced around quickly to make sure Julian hadn't snuck down from his bedroom. "To be honest, I won't be devastated to miss a game or two. How in the world did we become suburban soccer dads?"

"Luck." Blaine scooted in closer to lean against Kurt's shoulder. "Luck and a fifth grader that somehow discovered sports. How did our child end up even knowing soccer exists?"

"I would suspect we can blame that on his Uncle Finn," Kurt said, "but at least it's soccer he's into. It could be worse. Finn could have gotten him involved in football. I hate the idea of him out on the field in pads hitting other people."

"Because soccer is never rough…" Blaine laughed. "At least soccer season is giving us a short break from baseball."

"Baseball games usually come with bleachers, though. I can bring the latest issue of Vogue for all those times Jules isn't the one up to the plate." Kurt snuggled in closer to Blaine, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He peered down closer at the open laptop after he caught the headline on the website. "Blaine? Why are you looking at a website on adoption?"

Blaine shut the laptop before Kurt could see anymore, sliding it onto the empty couch seat beside him. "It was just a crazy idea."

"You want to adopt? Again?" Kurt's eyebrows raised at the thought. "Things are good with the three of us, aren't they?"

"Wouldn't it be nice for Julian to have a sibling?" Blaine countered, crossing his arms tight around him. "I told you it was a crazy idea. It's just- Have I told you about Mateo?"

"The quiet one, right? As in, 'the rest of the class won't shut up, but why won't Mateo speak?'" Kurt mimicked Blaine's frustrated tone. "What does he have to do with your crazy ideas?"

"He's in foster care. He got assigned a new CASA, and I met with-."

"Wait, CASA? Like a new foster home?" Kurt interrupted, confused.

"No, like, um, I'm actually not sure what it stands for. It's an acronym. C A S A. It's a volunteer who works with a kid in foster care, kind of like a cross between a mentor and a second set of eyes to make sure the placement and services are right," Blaine explained. "It's not the first time I've met with one over the years."

"Right. Okay, continue. How does this influence your crazy idea?" Kurt shifted position on the couch, pulling away from Blaine far enough that he could turn and face him.

"I was talking to him, the CASA, about Mateo. About how he's really very smart, and his writing is hilarious. We were talking about how it might be good for Mateo to join a club or a sports team, something to help him come out of his shell a little bit." Blaine gave Kurt a quick glance, his husband's nod showing Blaine he was still listening. "And the CASA let slip that they're looking for an adoptive home for Mateo and his little sister."

"And you're attached to the kid," Kurt concluded. "So your crazy idea is that we bring not one but two more kids into our lives? We can barely keep up with jobs and sports teams and everything as it is."

"Well, Julian's been asking for either a dog or a little brother for years." Blaine cracked a nervous smile. "And you've always vetoed the idea of a dog on the grounds of shedding so…"

Kurt waggled a finger. "Don't tell me you've brought this up with Jules."

Blaine shook his head quickly. "I didn't even mean to bring it up with you. Not yet, at least. I know it's a crazy thought. I've admitted as much, but they're great kids. You've heard me talk about Mateo, and his little sister Camila is adorable. She's in McGregor's Kindergarten class, and she's the polar opposite of her brother. Whenever I see her, she has some kind of vitally important story to tell me."

Kurt fell quiet for a long moment, considering it. "I honestly don't know what to say about this, Blaine. It's a lot all at once."

"It is. I really wasn't planning to tell you, not like this." Blaine dropped his head to his chest, staring down at his lap. "I thought I'd do some research. Pray about it. Figure out exactly how I feel about this before I even broached the subject."

"Then maybe that's a plan we should both take," Kurt decided. "How about we make an agreement? We won't speak about this again until next Friday night. We'll give it a week to simmer, and then, and only then, we'll talk about it."

Blaine nodded in agreement. "A week. We'll talk about this again next week, once Julian's asleep."

The week flew by. It was a busy week at work, but then lately they'd all been. Kurt's current show, Plymouth High, had promoted him to be the head of the wardrobe department at the beginning of the season, and they still had one more episode to film before they wrapped up for the year. It was a family show about teenage superheroes, something Kurt never would have thought he'd be working on, but the cast and crew were great.

The idea of adopting again was always somewhere in the back of his mind, poking through in quiet moments at the sewing machine, long car rides back and forth between the studio and his house, and while he waited for Julian to finish the math homework he was supposed to be helping with.

The workday Friday was there and gone again in a flurry of shopping, fittings, and alterations. It was only as he stood in the parking lot, staring at his silver Honda, that he realized how little time he had left to come to a conclusion, or at least to decide what he was going to say to Blaine about it.

He really needed to talk to someone. Sometimes just the action of talking things out helped. Kurt ran through a list of possibilities in his head. Tina? Too personal. What if they decided not to? He wasn't sure he wanted her to have that knowledge, and she'd be sure to tell Mike. Rachel? Same thing, minus the Mike.. Finn? His brother might be a good choice, but what if Finn got his hopes up about more kids in the family for his to play with. His father? The same problem with getting his hopes up existed, but his dad always seemed to offer the best advice.

Kurt checked the time. Five. That would make it eight in Ohio. That was the perfect time for a call home. Decision made. He slipped his Bluetooth earpiece into place, grabbing his phone to start the call before he backed out of the lot.

"Kurt?" Thank goodness his father had answered only a few rings in.

"Hi, Dad," Kurt pulled out of the studio onto a main street, heading for the freeway and the slow crawl home. "How are you?"

"Good, good. Put in a couple hours helping out at the shop today so that I wouldn't drive Carole too crazy."

Kurt laughed. Since his father's semi-retirement a few years before, that had developed into a problem no one really wanted to mention too often. Burt was too used to having work to do to sit quietly at home. "I'm sure she appreciated it, even if she won't say so."

A horn blasted outside the window, and Kurt turned to see someone in the next lane flipping off an aggressive driver. It must have transferred through the phone line because Burt's next question was, "Are you driving, Kurt?"

"I am. I'm on my way home. I'm handsfree, though, and you know that the likelihood I'll get to go over twenty miles per hour on the freeway is low," Kurt pointed out as he merged onto the onramp. "I'm being safe."

"Good. I'd hate to be the reason you got into an accident," Burt said gruffly. "Was there something you need, or were you just calling to check in?"

"Both." Kurt fell silent for a moment, organizing his thoughts. "I just need some advice, or maybe just a chance to think out loud."

"What's going on?" Burt asked.

"Last week, Blaine brought up the possibility of adopting again, and I'm not sure about it," Kurt admitted. "I mean, I love Jules so much, and I love being his dad."

"But what if you mess that up?" Burt honed in right on Kurt's biggest fear.

"Yeah. Things are going really well right now. What if that changes? What if we screw up our family dynamic?" Kurt asked, voice shaking.

"Do you remember when Carole and Finn were going to move in the first time?" Burt asked.

"I do," Kurt said slowly, unsure of what seemed like a quick change of subject. "How could I forget?"

"There were so many times in there that I was sure I'd messed things up for us. But long run, did it work out that way?"

"No." Kurt rubbed at his eyes, picking up his father's point. "In the long run, I gained a brother and a stepmother. Our family got stronger."

"So maybe this will be hard. It'll certainly change your family. It's up to you and Blaine to decide if it's a risk worth taking. I can't make this decision for you. It's something only you and Blaine can decide, but don't let yourself get caught up in the fear and let it keep you from weighing all your options. There is a risk it'll end badly, but it could also extend your family into something bigger and better."

Kurt nodded slowly as he stared at the rear bumper of the car moving slowly in front of him. "There are two specific children, from Blaine's school, that started this."

"So Blaine knows them?" Burt asked. "How does he think they'd fit in?"

"I could ask him that. We're going to sit down and talk about the whole thing tonight." Kurt let out a small sigh. "I just don't know. You know what my hours can be like. I don't always have a nine to five job. What if I end up having to put too much stress on Blaine with this?"

"Ask Blaine," Burt suggested. "Put that on your list of things to talk about. I'm glad you have time set aside already to talk about this. Because a frank, honest discussion seems like exactly what the two of you need."

"Jules wants a little brother almost as much as he wants a dog," Kurt offered. "But he doesn't have a real concept of what that would be like."

"And nothing you could say would really prepare him for it. Will you have time before you talk to make a list? Let's figure out what you and Blaine need to discuss. You've still got time in your drive?"

Kurt stared at the sea of traffic in front of him, probably his least favorite thing about living in LA. "I've got plenty of time."

"Alright, Jules is down for the count," Kurt said on his way down the stairs. "Or at least totally settled in his bed with the latest book from that author he likes."

"Rick Riordan is a master." Blaine grabbed his laptop, opening it to type in his password. "Kitchen table?"

Their kitchen table was a round four seater stuck in a sunny little nook off the kitchen. They didn't even have enough room at the table to add two more children, Kurt thought as he got seated. He pulled the paper he'd written the questions his father had helped him create out of his pocket, smoothing it out on the glossy wood surface.

"You have things to talk about," Blaine noticed as he pulled up his own file on his laptop. "I did some research this week, to find out how this adoption would be different from Julian's, since his first was kinship and then a second parent adoption."

Kurt said, "I talked to Dad about it. Just for general disclosure." Blaine nodded without surprise. "I guess my first question for you is why? What's your reason for this? Is it just about these two kids?"

"Partly. Mateo especially has a special place in my heart," Blaine admitted. "But I've been thinking about this for awhile, about maybe adopting again. It's just never felt like the right time to bring it up. I love kids, you know that, and I'd love to give Julian a sibling or two to grow up with."

"So it's not just about Mateo?" Kurt prodded.

"It's not just about Mateo or Camila. I may not have expected Julian's entrance in my life almost eleven years ago, but it's been one of the absolute best things to happen to me. I love being his dad, even when he's rolling his eyes or lying about his room being cleaned. I want more kids, Kurt." He met Kurt's eyes, expression open and vulnerable. "It might not be the perfect timing now, but I guess I'm tired of waiting for it to be the right time to bring it up. I feel like maybe Mateo was placed in my class for a reason, so that we'd be in the right place to step in and raise these kids."

Kurt listened quietly, letting Blaine pour out his thoughts until he went quiet. He reached over to cover Blaine's hand with his own. "I didn't realize you felt that way."

Blaine cracked a tight smile. "I've been afraid to tell you and have you not feel the same way. I know that you weren't sure you even wanted kids in the first place. I didn't want to push, and somehow, it felt easier to keep it to myself than risk resenting you for saying no."

Kurt squinted, trying to wrap his head around that logic. "But now there's these two kids, making the risk worth it?"

"Exactly." Blaine grabbed his laptop, pulling it closer to open a file of pictures. "I don't know if I have a picture of Camila on here, but I know Mateo should be in the ones from our field trip." He pulled open a file of pictures from the Science Center of California, scanning through them until he found the one he wanted. "Mateo's the one on the left."

Kurt leaned over to get a better look at the screen. It showed two boys leaning over an exhibit that was sending a blast of air toward them. Their hair was a mess, and both of them were laughing their heads off. Kurt gave the boy on the left a longer look. He was short, at least in comparison to his classmate, a dark haired Hispanic boy with a wide smile and dimples. "He's cute," Kurt offered, staring harder at the picture. How were you supposed to look at a still image and imagine a child being your son?

"He is." Blaine pulled his computer back and skimmed back through his files. "Oh! I took a class picture for McGregor on Halloween." He pulled open the image, a group photo of five year olds in various Halloween costumes. "Camila is the Belle in the front row."

Blaine had been right about her being adorable. Camila wasn't any taller in proportion to her peers than Mateo had been with long, wavy black hair.. When Blaine zoomed in on the photo, Kurt could see her gorgeous brown eyes and the sassy smile she was giving the camera. "She's equally adorable. Is that supposed to make up my mind? I work in show business. I see cute kids all the time," Kurt pointed out.

"It was supposed to make them seem like real people. Little people, true, but not theoretical ones. These two kids who need a home." Blaine switched back to his Word file, pushing the laptop away. "Alright, what other questions did you have?"

Kurt glanced back down at his sheet. Half of them no longer seemed to matter, and he skipped down to the fourth one. "How would we do this logistically? Obviously they'd go to school with you, but what about here? We only have three bedrooms. And what about sports practices or dance classes? You know that my schedule isn't predictable enough to always be able to help."

"We'd just have to schedule extracurriculars carefully," Blaine said with a shrug. "You know how I feel about over scheduling kids anyway, so it's not like we'll have seven events each night." He glanced toward the stairs to the second floor of their rather average sized home. "We use our kitchen table more than our office, so disassembling that wouldn't be the biggest deal in the world. Mateo and Julian would probably have to share, though."

"We could probably bribe Julian into that with the promise of bunk beds," Kurt said, considering the matter more seriously than he'd really expected to. Seeing just how much Blaine cared about this had added a new dimension to the discussion.

"Bunk beds and a little brother. I wonder how he'd feel about getting a little sister in the process, too?" Blaine pondered.

"And a little brother and sister close enough in age to be interesting. If we used a surrogate or adopted a newborn, there'd be a huge age difference there." Kurt glanced down at his paper. "What would the process for this be? Would we need to do a new home study?"

Blaine tugged his laptop back closer, scrolling down his file. "I spent some time this week researching that. We would. It's been too long since we did your adoption of Julian for that one to work. We'd also need to take foster parenting classes. It sounds like it would be more involved than adopting Julian was. I think, basically it would be classes and a homestudy at the same time. Then we'd be approved for placement of kids, hopefully those two. We'd have to have custody for at least six months before the adoption was final, just like I had to with Julian."

Kurt nodded, reading through the information Blaine had copied from the internet. "Six weeks of classes? What would we do with Jules?"

"You know Miriam would love to have him come over and occupy Mason," Blaine pointed out.

Kurt laughed at the thought. Miriam and Kelly's four year old son, Mason, was a complete bundle of energy. Whenever the two families were over, Miriam would always try to convince Julian to take Mason into the back yard and chase him around for awhile. Anything to wear him out.

"She would." Kurt glanced down at his list of questions. Somehow, faced with Blaine so obviously wanting to add to their family and the images in his head of two kids in need of a new home, the rest of what he'd written down just didn't seem to matter. "I don't know if I can say yes yet, but I think I'm at a maybe," he admitted. "I need a little more time, but do we know for sure this could even happen?"

"I can get the number of their social worker and call her to discuss the possibility," Blaine offered. "I'll let her know that we're considering it, but not totally sure yet."

Kurt nodded, reaching out to grab Blaine's hand in his. "Maybe is okay, right? You're not angry at me for not being as ready to jump in feet first as you are?"

Blaine shook his head, scooting his chair over to lean against his husband. "I'm not mad. You're giving it serious thought. One way or the other, how could I be mad about that? Disappointed maybe, if you don't end up being on board with this, but not angry."