A/N: Hello! Let's get the ball rolling on this story, shall we? :)
-Blainey's mama died when he was younger. So it's just him, papa and Coop.
Four Year Old Blaine
Richard Anderson walked into the daycare with his eldest son, Cooper, to pick up his youngest son, Blaine, to find him hugging another young boy.
"Blaine. Get over here now." A small boy with dark curls and light honey eyes waddled over to his father with a look of fear in his eyes,
"Yes daddy?"
"I don't want you touching a boy." Richard whispered roughly.
"But daddy, he's my friend."
"Friends don't hug each other. Especially not when they're both boys.
"But I like his hugs, daddy."
"I don't care. Boys don't hug boys. That's not how it's supposed to be. Stop."
"But daddy..."
"No. Boys don't like boys. That's final. Do you understand me?"
"Yes daddy." a timid young boy muttered,
"Do you understand me?" Richard asked again louder.
"Yes daddy." Blaine looked up from his shoes and answered again. Cooper offered his brother a look of sorrow and a shrug of his shoulders.
Eight Year Old Blaine
"Coop, I want a prince like Eric. He's so pretty!" A small boy with dark curls and light honey eyes exclaimed excitedly one night while watching The Little Mermaid with his older brother.
"What? You mean you don't want a princess like Ariel? She's hot!"
"I mean, sure, Ariel is pretty...but I think Eric is a lot prettier!"
"Blaine. That is disgusting. You're a boy. Boys don't like Boys. That's not how it's supposed to be. Stop." Richard Anderson said before ejecting the tape from the VHS player and throwing it in the trash. "I don't want you watching these movies anymore."
"But Daddy!"
"No. If you're going to go on and on about how you 'want yourself a prince' then they're going in the trash. Blaine, boys don't like boys. That's final. Do you understand me?"
"Yes daddy." a timid boy muttered,
"Do you understand me?" Richard repeated again louder.
"Yes Daddy." Blaine looked up from his lap and answered again. Cooper offered his brother a look of sorrow and a shrug of his shoulders before going to his room.
Eleven Year Old Blaine
"Daddy!" A small boy with dark curls and light honey eyes exclaimed over the table one night at dinner when he was eleven, "Jeff asked me to be his valentine today!"
"Hey, Blainers, that's great!" A slightly bigger boy with dark waves and azul eyes stated before Richard Anderson dropped his fork and with a clutter on the table spilling his greens before staring at his son wide-eyed,
"Cooper, be quiet. What did you say Blaine?"
"I said sure!"
"No. I want you to call Jeffrey tonight and tell him sorry but you cannot be his valentine. You can't be a boy's valentine Blaine. Boys aren't other boy's valentines.."
"But Daddy, Jeff's pretty!"
"I don't want to hear it! Blaine Everett, you are to ask a pretty little girl to be your valentine. Not a boy. Boys don't like boys. That's final. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Daddy." a timid boy muttered,
"Do you understand me?" Richard repeated again louder.
"Yes Daddy." Blaine looked up from his lap and answered again.
"Good. Now eat your spinach." Richard stated, ending the conversation. Cooper offered his younger brother a look of sorrow with a shrug of his rest of the dinner went by without bringing up Valentines or boys, with a tension in the air that everyone was aware of.
Seventeen Year Old Blaine
"Dad. This is my girlfriend, Santana." A still slightly small young man with dark curls gelled down and light honey eyes that over the years lost their sparkle exclaimed to his father sitting in the drawing room one night. Richard Anderson looked up from his book to see his youngest son standing in the doorway with a small Latino girl with long flowing dark hair, dark eyes, a curved body and a fierce aura.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Santana."
"Indeed, Mr.. Anderson." Santana purred back.
"San, this is Coop. My older brother." Cooper brought his eyes back up from raking over the Latino's body.
"Pleasure."
"Oh, I'm sure."
"So. What's for dinner?" The three boys and Santana moved to the dinning room where the Anderson's cook Percy prepared a lovely dinner of steak and salad.
"So, Santana. Tell me, how did you two meet?"
"Oh, Well Mr. Anderson, Blainey and I met in our Chemistry class. Funny how we have both types of Chemistry together, isn't it babe?" Santana giggled softly at Blaine who sat ram-rod straight in his chair, hands sweating profusely.
"Ah, we're at pet names already. How long have you two been dating?"
"Three weeks exactly today, isn't it Blainey?"
"Yup. Sorry for ruining our anniversary with this horrible dinner, hun." Blaine muttered for only Santana to hear.
"Adorable. See Blaine? This is what it's supposed to be. A boy and a Girl. And that's final. You understand me?"
"Yes sir."
"You understand me?"
"Yes sir." Cooper offered his brother a look of sorrow along with a shoulder shrug before continued eating.
Twenty-one Year Old Blaine
"Dad. San and I are getting married."
"See, Blaine? This is what it's supposed to be. A man and a Woman. And that's final. You understand me?"
"Yes sir."
"You understand me?"
"Yes sir." Cooper offered his brother a look of sorrow and a congratulatory clap on the shoulder.
Twenty-Two Year Old Blaine
"I do."
"I do."
"Blainey, are you ready for this?"
"Yes." Blaine whispered before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Santana's red lips. Softly caressing her body, removing her clothes, and laying her carefully down on the bed before placing himself on top of her. In his head he could hear his father muttering, See Blaine? This is what it's supposed to be. A man and a Woman. And that's final. You understand me?
Later that Year
"Congratulations! It's Twins!"
"What should we name them, babe?" Blaine whispered, placing a soft kiss on his wife's forehead.
"You can choose, hun. I picked out the nurseries; it's only fair."
"Melody and Flynn." Blaine muttered, looking down into the hazel eyes of his son and daughter looking up at him from their baskets.
"Beautiful."
See Blaine? This is what it's supposed to be. A man and a woman and their children. And That's final. You understand me?