Hi guys, so it's been a while since I finished this one and at the time I was racking my brains about how to do a sequel. Well, here it is, set it ten years in the future. So take a look at The Hummel Anderson's on Ice (Kurt on Ice 2).

The Hummel Anderson's on Ice

"Kurt, come on! It's ridiculous, does he even understand how much you have to pack to take a five year old anywhere, let alone a frozen lake."

"Well I was five once you know." Kurt said over his shoulder as he flipped crepes.

"Kurt, this is going to be hell."

"HELL!" Micheal shouted banging his fork against the table and reminding his parents he was there and listening.

"Micheal, don't repeat your father he's been naughty. And Blaine it's Dad's sixty fifth, the only thing he wants for his birthday is to have all his boys together. We can give him that at least considering all the things he's done for us lately."

Kurt glanced over at Micheal with his eyes wide to indicate what he was talking about to Blaine. Blaine looked over at there little boy, he had been living with them for almost a year. It had been a fight harder than either of them expected it to be, and they had been expecting it to be difficult. Burt had been the most supporting Grandfather to be that they could expect. And when they were exhausted from Micheal crying all night after their little honeymoon period, he missed the older kids who looked after him at the foster home, he missed his mother who had disappeared just after his third birthday, he suddenly realized that though Blaine made the best cookies and Kurt sung beautiful lullabies they were both Daddies and he would never have a mummy again. Neither of them knew how to deal with it, they had hoped that wanting him as much as they did and loving him as much as they did would sort it out but the temper tantrums just got worse. Burt had arrived at their new york apartment without phoning and took Micheal to the zoo, Kurt had no idea what he told them but he came back with a big stuffed elephant called Elliot hugged them and went to bed. In the morning he was as settled as if he had been with them since he was born. Burt was a miracle worker.

"It's not being all together it's the frozen lake part, do you not remember how horrible being on that lake was?" Blaine asked after a moment of staring at his son.

Kurt leaned forwards over the breakfast island flipping a chocolate filled crepe onto his husbands plate.

"I remember some bits."

Blaine smiled.

"Ending in awkwardness."

"Not as awkward as our wedding, besides, it's not like it would be awkward anymore, we're not horny teenagers you know."

"I know." Blaine said. Kurt thought the tone in his voice slightly off, before he could ask the obvious question, was he unhappy (how long ago had it been since they'd had sex, it couldn't be that long, they'd both been busy but...) Micheal shouted again.

"Horny."

"You're Dad's being naughty, don't copy him."

"What does Horny mean?"

"We were wearing fake antlers." Blaine answered.

"Like Rudolf?"

"Yes like Rudolf."

"We'll just be prepared, we'll take half a dozen snowsuit, and a camera because Micheal looks adorable in a snowsuit."

"He does." Blaine said with a fond smile at their son.

"It's settled then."

"Wait, what? I hadn't finished."

"I know, but you'll give in eventually so why not just save yourself the argument. Micheal do you want to go away for an entire weekend with Grandad?"

"Yay Grandad!"

Kurt shot Blaine a smug 'I won't look.

Amanda was bouncing baby Rachel on her hip whilst stirring a frying pan. A frying pan she was currently imagining hitting her husband over the head with.

"You're leaving."

"Just for one weekend, you'd be invited but it's an all boys kind of thing."

"I'm not pissed off at you because I want to be invited I'm pissed off at you because you're leaving me here on my own to deal with our baby, who still isn't sleeping through the night. Excuse me for thinking that the point of having another baby was sharing half the responsibility."

"I'm going to take Fletch with me, see half the responsibility."

"Fletch sleeps through the whole night, Fletch can take himself to the toilet.."

"Actually there's a rule on the lake that you can't go on your own encase you fall through the ice and drown or freeze to death or something."

"And you think that's an appropriate place to take a seven year old?" Amanda screeched.

"Yeah." Finn answered with a shrug. "It's cool, you get to fish and skate and drink. I remember when we all went as teenagers it was fun. We all got to know each other a bit better that weekend and I haven't seen Kurt and Blaine since last Christmas, I've met Micheal once. It's not right, we should be spending more time together, we're family."

"We're , you're wife and daughter who need you."

"It's just a weekend." Finn argued.

"Daddy."

At the quiet voice they both turned to see Fletch stood in the doorway wiping his eyes.

"Where are we going?"

Finn gave Amanda a determined look.

"Call Mandy to see if she can spend the weekend. We're going ice fishing."