So, here it is. The anticipated sequel to Daddy-Dating!
I haven't posted anything in a while and I am so glad to be back! I've a few other stories on the go and am splitting my time between them! A Kurtbastian fic and even an Anderberry Sibling fic (which is so much fun to write!)
But back to this story, I feel I am well enough ahead in the writing of this story to start posting it publicly so there won't be a whole lot of unexpected updating in regards to updates.
I hope I don't disappoint and you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
JUST SO YOU KNOW: Although the boys are living in America, I've worked with the school system in England because it worked for the ages and that was how I wrote it! I understand how this must be confusing, but it was the only way I could write the story the way I wanted it to be written.
In England you finish High School at 16 and then go onto Higher Education such as College until 18 and then start University.
So, without further distraction, I'll let you get on with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Daddy-Dating 2: The Teenage Years.
Chapter 1: Terrible Teens.
- Monday 15th September 2027 -
"Mattie will you please come and eat your breakfast, it's been sat here for 15 minutes" Blaine called from the kitchen, shouting over the sound of music blaring from his son's room. It was the boys first day of their last year at High School and everyone was a little stressed.
High School had been relatively easy for both boys and they couldn't have been more relieved, what with both of them being bullied endlessly during their time at High School. Both of their boys were doing well, they'd had some issues with Matthew, but he was a teenager after all.
Noah had been a much easier teenager to deal with. He had friends, was involved in several clubs including the glee club and he enjoyed coming home and spending evenings in either with friends or family. He was well mannered and respectful to his elders and was achieving very well at school.
Matthew on the other hand, he'd had a bit of trouble accepting that he wasn't an adult yet. He couldn't understand why, at the age of 16, he wasn't allowed to do what he wanted and go where he wanted, whenever he wanted. He talked back to his elders, messed about in school and had more detentions than most.
Both Blaine and Kurt accepted that the teenage years were always the hardest for boys, they had to learn about themselves and choose who they wanted to be when they were older, they understood that. Both of them had been through it, so they gave Matthew space when he needed it, but it didn't seem to matter.
Running his hands through his hair Blaine wanted to drag his son from his bedroom, his attitude had gotten much worse recently. "Matthew if you don't get your butt down here right now I am grounding you for the week!" The music stopped and he knew he had him, "and yes that includes Rachel's party on Saturday!"
Dragging his hands down his face, Blaine just wanted to go back to bed. He hadn't been sleeping because he was worried about their kids. Kurt had been working away last week and Henley prefers to sleep during the day at the moment, god help her when she starts daycare. Simply, he was exhausted.
Regardless, pouring a glass of orange juice he set it down next to his son's, now reheated breakfast just in time for Matthew to sit at the table. "Matthew, how many times do I have to tell you" he said frustrated, putting a hand on his son's shoulder.
He loves this boy more than life itself, but he'd become such a handful. "Dad, I don't get what the problem is, I'm eating breakfast now aren't I" he grumbled. Blaine sighed, why wasn't Kurt down yet, he was much better at dealing with Matthew's attitude than he was.
"I know you wouldn't have stopped me from going to Rachel's party" Matthew continued after he'd wandered back to his coffee, he took it with triple shots these days.
Blaine narrowed his eyes at his son, "how do you know" he challenged, irritated his son could see right through him. One of these days if he wanted to prove a point, he was going to have to ground him and mean it.
Matthew finished his eggs and shrugged, smiling a smile that reminded him of the 5 year old boy he used to be. "You like Rachel and you know how much I like Rachel" he smiled reaching for his juice, "I know I annoy you all the time, but you wouldn't want to come in between us."
Blaine wanted to be annoyed, but his son was right. Rachel was Matthew's girlfriend, they'd been dating for almost a year now. Rachel was a strong, independent girl for her age. He'd been hoping being with such a girl would get Matthew back on the straight and narrow, but no such luck yet.
Putting his coffee down he started to make Kurt one, he could hear him talking to Henley as he walked along the upstairs landing. "Where's Noah?" he asked, deciding not to give his son the satisfaction. However he did make a side note, if his son made another move like this morning, he wouldn't think twice about grounding him.
He loved Matthew and he knew Matthew loved him and he'd hate to do something to make Matthew hate him, but Matthew thought he knew how he worked and he couldn't have that. That gave his son the advantage and as a parent it was supposed to be the other way around.
"Matthew" he said when his son continued to ignore him, he was too busy staring at his phone. "Matthew, I asked you a question. Where's Noah" he repeated taking the phone from his son's unsuspecting hands.
"Dad" he complained, "why did you do that, that's mine" he yelled hitting his hands on the table. Why did his son have to have such an attitude problem?
Blaine put his son's phone in his pocket, bet he hadn't expected him to do that had he. "Where's Noah?" he asked again, hands on his hips as he stared at his son in waiting.
Matthew continued to stare at him like he usually did but like every other time Matthew was the one who would cave first. "He's in his bedroom playing on the guitar" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Now can I have my phone back?"
"Say please" Blaine prompted, his son's manners were another thing that was now non-existent since he hit his teens.
Making a very loud sound of annoyance Matthew dropped his head in his hands, "please" he groaned, clearly bored of this conversation and just trying to do whatever it takes to get his phone back.
Taking his son's phone out of his shirt pocket he looked at it, Matthew's face lighting up, before he put it back in his jeans pocket. "You can have your phone once your bags are packed and you're ready to leave for school" he concluded, pouring the water into Kurt's favourite cup.
Matthew growled before jumping down from his chair, "Dad why do you have to be so god damn frustrating" he growled. "That's my phone! You can't just take it from me" he tried to reason.
Blaine tried to stop himself from laughing at his red-faced 16 year old son. "I think you'll find Mattie that your phone is in my name and is paid for by Daddy and I, so. I think you might have to rethink that line of reasoning" he said simply, drying Henley's plastic plates.
Matthew's fist balled at his sides and he growled before stomping up the stairs, "oh my god Dad! I am a grown up, you can't do this! Why the hell do you have to be such a smart ass all the time! Why do you hate me!" he yelled, passing Kurt and Henley as they made their way downstairs.
Blaine stifled a laugh as Kurt set Henley down and gave her some crayons, asking her if she could give her two daddies' a minute. Henley turned to stare at him and he waved back. Henley nodded, "but only a few minutes Daddy, okay?"
He may be mad at his son, but their little girl would always put a smile on his face. "Yes Princess" Kurt smiled, tightening the pigtails in their daughters hair, "you just sit there and colour and Daddy will come and get you in a minute, okay?" Kurt asked as Blaine watched from over the breakfast bar.
Kurt kissed Henley on the top of her head and handed her her sippe cup before heading towards him. "Everything alright Sweetie" Kurt asked concerned, kissing him on the cheek. He answered with a groan and an irritated laugh, "Matthew again" Kurt asked taking the coffee he offered.
"I don't get it" he admitted, "I just don't get what happened to him. He used to be so polite and nice, you know? I just, I don't get it" he admitted helplessly. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd done something wrong, was it his fault Matthew was this way?
"Sweetie" Kurt smiled, taking his face in his hands, "he's a teenage boy. This is what teenage boys do, they don't know who they are or what their purpose is in life. And add a girlfriend to the mix and thats a whole lot of complicated" Kurt smiled reassuringly.
Kurt was right wasn't he? "Well if you're right, then why isn't Noah the same" he questioned. "Noah's top of his class, has a great bunch of friends. He doesn't answer back. What makes them different?"
Again Kurt smiled at him, "does Matthew know what he want's to do with his life" he asked simply. Blaine shook his head, Matthew had no idea what he wanted to do when he was older. "Noah wants to be on broadway" he smiled, "or be a singer and follow after his Dad" he chuckled.
"Noah knows what he wants to do when he's older and he knows he has to work for it" Kurt explained running his fingers through his hair. "He knows the harder he works now the more likely he is to succeed. Now" he said pushing himself a little closer to him, "if Matthew knew what he wanted to do, he'd be doing something similar I'm sure."
Wrapping his arms around his husbands waist, Blaine let out a sigh. "Blaine, just give him time" Kurt supplied. "It's his last year of High School. This is the year he has to choose a path for his future, that can't be easy when you have no idea what you want to do."
Kurt was right, he knew Kurt was right, but that didn't make it any easier in dealing with a son who acted like he hated you all the time. "How about we sit both boys down and ask them what they want to do when they finish school" Kurt suggested thoughtfully. "That way, Matthew can see Noah's plans and he won't feel like we're ganging up on him."
That didn't seem like a bad idea, Blaine thought as he let his hands slide up the bare skin of Kurt's back. Kurt smiled, always hating and secretly loving it when he messed up his outfit. "That seems like a really good idea" he nodded, "you're a great Dad" he smiled.
Kurt smiled, tugging at his hair slightly, "you are too Blaine, at least when you're not doubting yourself. Matthew is a fine young boy, he just needs to figure out who he is that's all. You and I went through the same thing" he smiled, referencing their past.
Blaine nodded his agreement but wasn't really thinking about it. "I love you" he smiled kissing his husband gently.
"And I love you" Kurt returned, his hands moving to his neck and pulling him in for a passionate kiss that he hadn't expected. He wasn't one to complain, Kurt had been working away last week due to his new fashion line so he'd take what he could get.
A few moments later when Noah walked down the stairs, blazer and bow tie on and bag hanging from his shoulder, Blaine and Kurt may have looked a bit ruffled. Kurt's shirt was completely untucked and half way unbuttoned and Blaine's hair looked like he'd been hanging upside down over a fan.
"Dad's, Matthew's throwing a bit of a hissy fit up there" Noah admitted, reaching for a banana as the two tried to put themselves together after their impromptu make out session. They didn't usually do that sort of thing in front of Henley, but they'd been apart for over a week and she seemed to be well into her colouring.
"Hello Henley" Noah replied, hugging his little sister after she'd called out his name, but not moving from the seat because they'd asked her not too. She was a very well behaved little girl. "Logan and Jemima are outside so I'm gonna head to school now, we've got to perform our number in front of the school this afternoon so we're going to run through one last rehearsal" he explained.
Running his hands through his hair Blaine quickly pulled Noah's lunch from the side and handed it over the counter, "is Logan going to give you a lift back tonight or do you need me to pick you up after glee club" he asked as Kurt tried to fix his outfit.
Noah shook his head, placing his lunchbox in his bag and rearranging it so it fit perfectly, Noah had some very unique quirks, just like his Daddy. "I think Logan will drop me back but I think we might go and grab some food first if that okay with you Dad's?"
"Yeah that's absolutely fine Kiddo" Kurt said, walking around the counter and kissing Noah on the top of his head. "Have you got enough money or do you need some" he offered already feeling for his wallet.
Again Noah shook his head, "no it's okay. I've got twenty bucks, it should be enough" he smiled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Logan's outside so I've gotta go. Love you guys, see you later! Bye Henley!" he called, grabbing an apple and running out of the front door.
"Bye" Kurt laughed, smoothing down his pants, "that boy" he smiled, shaking his head as he picked up Henley when she started calling for him. "What's the matter with you little girl" he asked. They really had to stop the baby voice, she wasn't a baby anymore. But she just wrapped her arms around Kurt's neck and seemed content to stay there.
Folding the towel he'd been holding, Blaine put it down and crossed his arms starring at the front door. "Has Noah spoken to you about this Logan" he asked curious, and maybe a little protective, the two boys spent so much time together but he couldn't figure out if they were just friends.
Kurt smiled as Henley grabbed his tie and started playing with it, singing some version of a song he'd never heard. "He hasn't said anything to me" he chuckled, "but I don't think he has too" he grinned.
"What do you mean?" Blaine smiled as he walked around and accepted Henley as Kurt offered her, "hello beautiful, how's Daddy's little girl today" he cooed, loving her laugh in return. Henley nodded and then started pulling at his hair, she did it every time.
Kurt wondered off to the hall to grab his coat, "I just mean I know what a little boy in love looks like" he shrugged. "I don't know how Noah feels" he smiled, "but I know he and Logan are spending a lot of time together and if that makes him happy, then I don't need to know."
Smiling, Blaine nodded in agreement while Henley laughed and grabbed at Kurt's tie, "I agree. Just doesn't stop me being curious" he grinned, kissing Kurt one last time before he'd head to work. "Have a good day" he grinned into the kiss before pulling back when Henley pulled too hard on Kurt's tie.
"Ow baby, that hurt" Kurt cooed putting his finger to Henley's stomach. "You don't want to hurt Daddy do you?" Henley shook her head, laughing with a 'nope' thrown in there somewhere. "That's a good girl" he smiled, "can Daddy have a kiss?" Henley shook her head and leaned in for a kiss anyway.
Smiling, Kurt patted her on the hand "thank you" he said to their daughter. "And I will talk to you later handsome, have fun at the studio and say hi to Charlotte for me," he grinned picking up his briefcase and heading towards the door.
Blaine smiled and bounced Henley on his hip, "say goodbye to Daddy sweetie" he laughed. Henley did as she was told, waving her little arm so enthusiastically, "bye Daddy! Can we play tea parties later!?" she called out hopefully.
He thought Kurt might have already left, and he wasn't looking forward to dealing with a distraught 4 year old, but fortunately Kurt popped his head around the frame. "Of course we can baby! Have a good day at daycare and I'll see you both later!" He chuckled, blowing him a kiss.
"I'll talk to you later Kurt" Blaine grinned and Kurt winked before laughing and shutting the door behind him. "What are we going to do with you little lady" Blaine cooed heading towards the playroom to make sure her bag was packed, "and what are we going to do with your brother?"
"Well, I am going to daycare" Henley said smiling before her expression turned thoughtful, "as for 'Matew' I don't know what you're going to do" she said holding her hands out in a 'I don't know' gesture, "maybe take away his favourite toy?"
Looking towards the direction of his sons room he couldn't help but sigh, "I'm not sure that would work Princess," he smiled, kissing her temple before checking his watch. Matthew should've left 5 minutes ago.
He was about to shout when Matthew came crashing down the stairs, bag and coat on. "Look Dad, I'm ready and James is outside, so can I have my phone" he sighed, sticking out his hand in waiting. "Please" he added as an after thought.
"You coming straight home from school" he asked, already knowing his son's response as he moved Henley to his other side as she sang to herself.
Rolling his eyes, Matthew shoved his hands in his pockets. "God Dad, you need to know everything all the time. I don't know" he complained, "I might go out with Rachel after school today or I might hang out with the guys at the park! I don't know! So can I have my phone and leave now. Please."
Blaine shook his head and tried to stop his anger from showing, he knew that only made Matthew worse because he knew he was winning. "Well, I want you home for dinner at half past 5 and no later" he told him, handing his phone over.
Matthew grabbed the phone and shook his head, "whatever Dad" and with that, Matthew laughed, slamming the front door behind him.
Again Blaine sighed, wishing there was something he could do to help his son realise this isn't the way to deal with his problems. "Why is 'Matew' so mad all the time" Henley asked innocently, wrapping her arms around his neck, "it s'not nice."
Blaine hated it when she asked questions like that because he didn't have the answers. "Come on Sweetie" he smiled sadly rubbing her back, "lets get you ready for Daycare" he said with false-enthusiasm, Henley was a little nervous about being with strangers all day.
"And then you can go sing that song about Daddy? Right" she asked excited, and Blaine nodded. When he had the idea for a new song he'd sing them to Henley before taking them to the studio. Even at 4 years old she knew what she was talking about.
Kissing the top of his little girls head he smiled, "that's right Sweetie, that one I sang to you last week. Do you think that's a good choice" he asked and Henley nodded enthusiastically before sticking her thumb in her mouth, the first sign she was tired.
"Come on Princess, let's get you ready" he smiled, checking they both had everything packed for the day. He knew the moment he put her in her carseat she'd be fast asleep and he felt sorry for the Day Care centre, his little girl was not a happy person when woken up.
Throwing two bags over his shoulder, he checked his pocket for his phone and wallet "right come on you, let's get you to daycare." With that, Blaine picked up his keys and shut the door behind him.
Kurt was staring at the venue from the back row, he knew the seats would be rearranged but, he'd been here for two and half hours now and he'd made a list of all the pro's and cons. A list of everything that needed to be done to the venue to make it perfect, but right now, it seemed perfect.
It would be perfect for his next show, he was just a sponsor this time, of course he had a few of his pieces in the show like always, but he was just helping a few new designers find their way. Regardless, this place was perfect.
It was local which benefited him considering he'd spent the last week staying in a hotel in Chicago, he hated being away from Blaine and the kids and tried to take them with him as often as possible but the kids had school. Blaine had to stay away too sometimes, it came with the job description.
"Carole the venue is perfect for what we need, this is the go ahead to book it" he said into his phone. "It's big, it's spacious. There's plenty of room back stage-"
"And it's local" she interjected rudely and unnecessarily. Carole had a bit of a problem with his lack of enthusiasm for working away and public appearances. In her eyes, his career should always come first and they were always at heads because he didn't agree with her at all.
Regardless, Kurt shook his head, once again questioning why he hadn't fired her yet. "There is a large parking lot out back for costumes to come in and out and the colour scheme fits the show perfectly" he supplied, choosing to ignore her grumbles.
He knew Carole would be shaking her head as she wrote down some notes of what needed to be arranged before the show would open in 3 weeks. " I think thats about it" he mumbled, reading through the notes he'd made on the walk around.
"Did you want extra security again" she asked, already making notes for extra security to be arranged as he bit back with an 'of course.' His family would be there, all but Henley of course she was still too young to attend these things, but if his family was there then extra security was always needed.
Glancing at his watch, it read 12:30, it was the perfect time to go and meet some sexy stranger for a surprise and impromptu lunch date. "Okay, if that's all Carole I have a very exciting lunch date planned" he smiled, trying to decide if he should get salad, Chinese or Italian.
Carole grumbled before hanging up with what sounded like brutal force. It probably had something to do with the fact he'd just refused to go to Italy for two weeks next month, but oh well. She'd get over it eventually.
Checking his phone, he had a few texts from Santana. She was in the midst of freaking out about her wedding. What with the date looming closer, only a few more weeks until she'd be married to that Meerkat model of his, Sebastian Smythe.
He had a message from Rachel checking that they were still on for their playdate on Thursday with his god-daughter Mckenzie, she would be 4 next year, their kids were growing up so fast. Then of course he had a few messages from Blaine, updating him on how his recordings going.
Replying to the guys, he dropped Carson a text and replied to Blaine saying how boring his lunch plans were, setting him up for the perfect surprise. Checking he had everything and signing out of the building, he hopped in a taxi and headed to their favourite restaurant to order two salads to go.
Within 25 minutes he was walking through the doors to Blaine's own recording studio. Not only did he have 4 best selling albums out, 2 had gone platinum, but he'd also created his own music label: BlackBird. It had taken Blaine weeks to find the courage to ask him if he could use 'BlackBird' as his name, it had been so adorable and unnecessary.
Looking up at the logo situated behind the desk he couldn't help the swell of pride that washed through him every time he thought about Blaine's success. He was so honoured to have been such a big part in helping him achieve his dream, to help Blaine get the notice he deserves. "Hey Charlotte" he smiled at the girl behind the desk.
"Oh hey Mr K" she replied looking up from the magazine she was reading, feet resting on the desk in a pair of skinnies that made it look so uncomfortable. "Mr B wasn't expecting you today" she supplied happily.
Winking Kurt readjusted his shoulder bag, "that's kinda the point" he grinned. Charlotte caught on quickly, putting a finger to her mouth in a silencing gesture. With another wink he left Charlotte to it and made his way to the same booth Blaine always used, second floor, right at the end.
He passed a few familiar faces on the way, all smiling and greeting him with a 'hey Mr K.' He had no idea why they called him that, but after 3 years, he was used to it by now.
Walking through the first door to the booth, Kurt could see an unsuspecting Blaine singing in the booth while Adam sat in front of the 'control panel' he called it, having no idea what it was actually called. Blaine had tried to explain, but it was something he couldn't quite grasp.
Blaine always looked at home when he was here, stood in front of his old-fashioned microphone and singing with everything he had. It was also the place he looked the most beautiful. "Oh hey Mr K" Adam said taking one of the earphones off, "Blaine wasn't expecting you" he smiled, checking Blaine hadn't noticed his sudden appearance.
Kurt nodded, grinning like an idiot barely able to keep his eyes off of Blaine, the beautiful man he was fortunate to call his husband. "That was the point" he mumbled, he felt a little rude for ignoring Adam, but he was used to his strange behaviour by now.
"He's almost done" Adam said, patting him on the shoulder, "I'll let you be and I'll come back in an hour" he chuckled before shutting the door and leaving them too it.
He walked more into the booth then, watching Blaine as he continued to sing a song he'd only heard the melodies of before now, it was absolutely beautiful. Kurt continued to watch until Blaine finished.
"Hey Adam how was that" he asked looking up, the look of surprise that crossed his face was beautiful, it never changed no matter how many times he surprised him, Blaine always looked like it was the best surprise in the world. "Kurt! What are you doing here" he asked, rushing out of the booth to embrace him like always.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and held him close, he'd missed being able to do this last week. "What? Can't a guy drop in to surprise his husband with a lunch date" he teased.
"Yes he can" Blaine smiled, pulling back and reaching for a bottle of water. "Have I told you I love you today" he said leaning in to quickly kiss him on the cheek.
Kurt blushed, even after all these years, and started unpacking the lunch he'd brought for them. "Yes you have but I'm more than happy to hear it again" he teased.
Blaine pulled some of the cushions off of the sofa and chucked them on the floor after moving the chairs out of the way. They always sat on the floor to eat their lunch, they didn't really know why, it was just something they always did.
They were both sat on the floor, knees touching and forks in hand, sat in comfortable silence, like always. They didn't need to talk all the time to enjoy each others company, there were many nights when Blaine would sit at his piano, and Kurt on the floor looking over his designs, simply relishing in being together.
If Kurt was to be honest those were some of his most treasured memories. "What were you working on earlier" he asked between mouthfuls, "it sounded beautiful."
Blaine blushed, as always, when anybody complimented him on his work. Even after all these years he still couldn't believe what he'd achieved and that he'd actually made it. He was always so genuinely surprised when he won awards, or was asked to do a soundtrack song or write for other artists.
Every new adventure surprised him and Kurt knew Blaine would never get over that. "It's just something I'm working on" he shrugged as if it was just another melody, that kind of attitude always irritated Kurt a little. Why couldn't he see how good he was? But then if he did, he probably wouldn't be the Blaine he loved.
"It sounded amazing Blaine" he reenforced, trying to make sure Blaine understood that. "Sounds like it could be a new number one single maybe" he prompted. Blaine was releasing a new album and he'd been keeping it a secret from him, it irritated Kurt but he understood.
Blaine laughed "maybe," he supplied refusing to give anything away. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see" he grinned. He knew Kurt hated surprises but he always loved keeping them from him anyway.
Kurt had been about to tell Blaine just how much he wanted to know when Blaine beat him with a subject change. "How was the venue this morning? Is it what you want or are you going to have to check out that one in Phili?" Blaine asked genuinely curious and relaxed, but Kurt could tell he was nervous for the answer.
"The venue was perfect" he smiled once he'd finished his mouthful. He knew even if it wasn't he would've done everything to make it perfect so he wouldn't have to stay away again.
"Really" Blaine asked hopefully, a grin taking over his entire face and Kurt nodded. "It was?"
Kurt nodded again, so pleased to see Blaine so happy. "Yeah, it was perfect. It was spacious, there's a large backstage area and it will be an amazing backdrop for what I have planned" he smiled, "it was perfect."
Blaine nodded, smiling as he finished his salad. He was trying to keep how happy he was to himself, obviously if his answer had gone the other way he wouldn't have told him how sad he was about him having to leave again. No matter what emotions they tried to hide from each other, they both always knew.
"Oh, I meant to ask" Kurt said, finishing his last mouthful, "how was Matthew when he left and did Henley go off to daycare alright" he asked after a mouthful of iced tea.
Blaine sighed at the mention of Matthew and Kurt couldn't say he was surprised. Matthew had been a little shit recently, always disobeying them and ignoring their rules. That 16 year old boy believed he could come and go as he pleased and it was making for a tough time at home.
Blaine was always stressed about Matthew but trying his best to hide it for Noah and Henley's sake, but Kurt knew, he always knew. "Did you want me to speak to him" he asked, trying to think of ways to make Blaine feel better about the situation.
Matthew was 16, he had a girlfriend and was trying to maintain his 'popular' label throughout his last year of High School. He is a kid after all and kids do act up, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't surprised at how Matthew had turned out.
From a young age, 6 or 7, they'd sat both boys down and tried to make them understand how being nice to people was essential and how being nasty to people could hurt them. They even told them about karma, if you're good it's returned to you and it's the same if you're bad.
Noah had listened, Matthew, not so much. Of course he meant what he'd said earlier, Noah knew what he wanted to do and where he wanted to be when he was older and he knew he had to work for that. Noah was lucky.
Matthew, not so much. He wasn't doing all that great at school because he was always more worried about his reputation and his football team. He'd never ditched a class thank god, but he'd had several detentions for talking back to teachers.
Matthew had no idea what he was good at or what he wanted to do when he was older, his future wasn't as clear and he could understand how that must make him feel. Most of his friends already had career goals, even his girlfriend Rachel, she wanted to become a dance teacher.
He was probably the only one who didn't have a future in mind and what with this being his last year of High School, the pressure was on. As hard as it was to deal with him as his parents, it was probably rather hard on him too.
Eventually Blaine shook his head, "no. If anyone's to talk to him, it should be me" he supplied. Kurt didn't agree, but if Blaine wanted to talk to him then he can. He just had to make sure he was around to do damage control afterwards.
See, the issue with Blaine and Matthew talking is that Matthew knows exactly how to press Blaine's buttons, he's been doing it since he was 10. He knows how Blaine works and he knows how he can get him to end a conversation and considering he's going through one of those phases when he doesn't respect anyone older than him, it gets loud and fast.
Of course Blaine isn't a bad Dad, he knows his son and does everything he can for him, Noah and Henley too. He's just struggling to deal with his little boy growing up to be such an avid pain in the ass. He's sure he would've been the same if Noah had turned out the same way.
"Okay" Kurt smiled, reaching across the space between them and taking Blaine's hand. "He'll be fine Blaine" he said reassuringly. "As soon as he knows what he wants to do with his life, he'll pull his attitude together I promise." Of course he couldn't promise that, but he was sure without a doubt, Matthew would get over this soon enough.
"I know he will" Blaine smiled, one that wasn't at all convincing. "I just can't help but wondering if I'm doing something wron-"
"You stop right there Blaine Hummel-Anderson" he demanded. "You are not a bad father. You are not doing anything wrong in raising him. We raised these boys together and if you're doing something wrong that means I am too" he said sternly.
Blaine was not a bad Father. He spent time with the kids everyday when they were growing up, always read them a story before bed. Took them to dance and football practice, in some ways Blaine was a better Dad than he was. "Kurt, you're not a bad Dad" Blaine said a little exasperated.
"I know I'm not" he admitted. He might not always be there to put his children to bed, but he was there for every big event and as often as he could be. He wasn't a bad Father, but he wasn't the greatest one either and he knew that. He did what he had to to keep his family together, "and neither are you, okay? So I don't want to hear anymore of this bullshit okay" he smiled, trying to make the tension a little lighter.
Blaine nodded, smiling but Kurt could tell he was still troubled by the situation. "Look, Noah's out for dinner with Logan tonight and you told Matthew to be back by half 5, why don't we make burgers and sit down and have a chat with him " he suggested, hoping it would make Blaine feel better.
Thankfully Blaine nodded, his smile turning a little more genuine, "yeah. That sounds like a good idea" he smiled. "Thank you Kurt" he said softly, kissing his hand.
Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, "ah what else am I here for" he teased, that seductive hint in his tone was not supposed to be there.
Blaine's eyes turned dark and suddenly his skin felt like it was on fire. They were almost 40 years old, they weren't supposed to be acting like this. Blaine was sliding across the floor on his knees, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy, "how long do we have until Adam's back" Kurt asked never looking away from Blaine
"Twenty minutes" Blaine breathed and Kurt was more than a little excited with about what they were about to do. He hadn't been with Blaine like this in over a week, he was ready to fix that.
"Enough time for a few rounds" Blaine mused, running his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends just the way he liked before moving to suck ever so gently at his neck.
Kurt laughed a little ridiculously, his breathing was erratic and he couldn't stop himself from shaking as one hand went to the black of Blaine's neck the other slipping under his shirt, "more than enough."
- Later that Evening -
"Are your Dad's okay with you eating out tonight" Logan asked Noah as they pulled up in the parking lot of TGI Fridays, "I don't want them to think I'm trying to monopolise your time or something" he laughed.
Noah laughed, smiling as Logan put the car in park, "don't be ridiculous. My Dad's love you" he smiled undoing his seatbelt, reaching for his bag. "I think they'd rather me eat out this evening anyway" he shrugged, "they're having problems with Matthew" he admitted for what wasn't the first time.
"Still" Logan asked holding the door open for him, the two sharing a smile as Logan followed. The waitress directed them to a small table for two at the back of the restaurant after taking their drinks order and leaving them with the menu.
"Still" he repeated, "I have no idea what his problem is. I've tried talking to him but all he ever does is kick me out of his room, slam the door in my face and turn his music up. Dad's have spoken to him, but" he shrugged, completely clueless on how to help his brother, or his parents for that matter.
He and Matthew used to be so close, inseparable. Everyone used to call them twins when they were younger because they never went anywhere without each other. As young kids they spent some time in the spotlight, what with attending his parents fashion shows and concerts, they'd ended up in magazines and papers, but they'd just thought that was cool.
Then High School started and things started to change. They weren't allowed to attend all of their parent's shows because they were worried about them being photographed at a vulnerable age. He'd started Glee club while Matthew had somehow ended up making football team captain, and that had been that.
Matthew's bedroom door was always shut and if it wasn't, he wasn't in. He was always disobeying their Dad's orders, ignoring their curfews and simply ignoring them when they tried to help. He couldn't understand what had happened, some days it felt like he didn't know Matthew anymore. He missed him.
Sighing, Noah wished that Matthew would get his act together, for his Dad's sake if for anything. He hated seeing Dad so stressed and frustrated because Matthew decided to be stupid. "I just really hope he gets his act together, I thought dating Rachel would help but" he shrugged, "clearly not."
"I don't know what to suggest Noah" Logan replied helplessly as the waitress set their meals in front of them. "I wish I could help because I hate seeing you like this, but I don't know what to say" he said sadly, reaching for his hand as he went to reach for his cutlery.
Noah would be lying if the move didn't surprise him, of course it did. He liked Logan yes, very much in fact, but he knew Logan was unsure what he wanted from their friendship and he was okay with that. He knew it wasn't as easy for everyone, he knew he was very lucky.
He knew that when he told his Dad's about his sexuality, they would support him 110%. He also knew he was very fortunate to have parent's like that. His Dad's had told them their stories of coming to grips with their sexuality, and when it happened to him, he'd just known.
He couldn't explain it, there was no crisis of sexuality, nothing like that. One day he'd gone with his Daddy to one of his warm up Fashion show's before the big event. The men had been doing a quick run-through and he'd realised that day he found the men more attractive than the woman, and that was that.
It probably helped he was raised by two Dad's, but he knew Logan's life wasn't anything like his. He had 3 older brothers and a younger sister, his parent's expected him to be a Lawyer while all he wanted to do was perform. They knew his parent's wouldn't be as accepting, so he was willing to wait as long as it took for Logan to reach that point.
He'd been waiting for 3 years, and he was still willing to wait but he knew there would be a point when he wouldn't be able to wait anymore. It was sad, but it was true. Life didn't always work that way, sometimes you have to let go and move on. Of course he would always be Logan's friend, but as for anything else, the ball was in Logan's court.
Noah had been crushing on Logan since the day they met in Glee Club, they'd become instant best friends and they spent every waking minute together. Eventually the way he felt about Logan changed in a way that scared him, but he knew it was going to be okay.
One night, they were having a sleepover at his place, Logan told him that he thought he had feelings for him and he was scared. Logan told him he needed to talk to someone about it and the only person he wanted to talk too was his best friend. That night their friendship had shifted, but only slightly.
Did that one little gesture mean their friendship was about to shift again? "Logan" he asked carefully, terrified to move his hand incase it pushed his friend over the edge.
All Logan did was smile for a moment before pulling his hand back and picking up his cutlery, "I care about you Noah. I just want you to know that, even if I'm not ready to show you" he admitted shyly.
Noah bit back his grin and nodded, "that's okay" he smiled. "I'm still okay to wait" he smiled, making sure to word it so Logan wouldn't feel like he was pushing him but also so that Logan would understand he wouldn't wait forever.
"I'll talk to you later James" Matthew sighed getting out of his friends car as it parked at the end of their drive. He was so angry about having to be home so early. Usually he would just ignore them, but there had been something in his Dad's tone that made him rethink just this once.
James rolled his window down after he'd slammed the door, "are you sure you don't want to come with us to TGI's" he asked, clearly a little irritated that he was bailing.
Sighing, Matthew shoved his phone in his pocket, "I'll see you tomorrow." He was dreading walking through that door because he was already late. He knew his Dad wouldn't do anything, but if Kurt was in, there could be trouble.
James' wheels squealed as he pulled off the drive, probably alerting his parents to the fact he was back. So instead of standing out here like he'd originally planned, he made his way through the door and took off his shoes. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this.
When he walked through the door his Dad's didn't say anything. Once his shoes were off and his bag were placed just inside the door he wandered towards the kitchen where he could hear his Dad's talking about their days and muttering about Henley first day at daycare.
They were stood side by side at the counter, both preparing the salad, laughing and talking to each other like they always did. He loved his parent's more than anything, of course he did. He always had and he always will, but at the moment they couldn't do anything right by him and he couldn't understand why he felt that way.
Like right now, his parent's looked cute and happy as they joked about and threw lettuce at each other, but all he wanted to do was yell at them for making him come home and for being so lovey-dovey in the kitchen.
"Hey Dad's" he mumbled, taking a seat at the dinning table. Neither of them replied and it made him drop his head in shame or annoyance he wasn't sure. His parent's always preferred the silent treatment to yelling because they believed it was a lot more effective, they were right.
He'd take his Dad's yelling at him for 40 minutes straight over 10 minutes of silence any day. He glanced at the clock on the wall, he was over an hour late, the time reading 20 to 7, and they hadn't finished preparing dinner yet. Sighing, his Dad's never expected him to be home on time.
Pulling at his hair, he tried to figure out where everything went so wrong. When had his parent's accepted the fact he wouldn't listen to them and in fact prepared for it. "Dad's I'm back now" he sighed, readjusting his blazer. "Sorry I'm late."
His Dad's smiled at him, only a small one as they put the food on the table before they took their own seats. Matthew hated the silence but he knew he deserved it, especially after the way he spoke to his Dad this morning. He picked up his fork angrily, not understanding when everything had started being so shit.
"Why are you home late" his Dad asked as if he didn't expect an answer or as if he didn't care, Matthew couldn't decide which. He watched his Dad avoid his gaze as he poured himself and Kurt a glass of water, not even offering him if he wanted one.
In answer to the question he shrugged, at first he decided to lie, but then thought better of it. Kurt always knew when he was lying, it was like a secret power or something. He could feel his phone vibrating like crazy in his pocket but he knew his Dad's would never forgive him if he got it out, there were no phones at the table at dinner time.
"We went to the park after school and I lost track of time" he shrugged. "Then James didn't want to drop me back because Lola was there so I had to wait for him. Even then I had to pull him away" he grumbled, moving his food around his plate rather than eating it.
His Dad's nodded, but made no attempt to say or do anything and just continued to eat their dinner. Sighing again, he started picking at his food, he was hungry after all and Kurt's home made burgers were his favourite..
The three sat in silence for most of dinner and he hated it. His parents always did this when either he or Noah, mostly himself, had been disrespectful. It was their only form of punishment because it worked. Well, it used to work on him, now it just pisses him off more.
"Mattie, before you leave the table" his Dad said after dinner, he was just about to leave to sulk in his room, "we would like to have a word with you if that's okay" he asked, "it won't take very long." He found it weird that they were giving him a choice, would they actually accept it if he said no?
Regardless, he wasn't going to take that chance so he remained in his seat, that being the only acceptance he offered. "Matthew" Kurt started and he had no idea what he was in for but he was already dreading it, he was using that tone that always left him feeling bad, regardless of the conversation.
"Your Dad and I have noticed your attitude has been pretty bad lately and we just wanted to check that you're okay" he said softly, watching him from across the table.
Matthew narrowed his eyes in confusion. Really? Was this how they were going to choose to deal with his attitude problem, he knew he had one so there was no point batting around the subject. "Are you being serious" he asked slamming his hands down on the table.
His Dad winced and he instantly felt bad for scaring him, he knew his Dad was abused as a kid, he didn't want to make him feel like that again. "Mattie" his Dad said reaching his hand towards him on the table but not actually taking it, "we're just concerned that's all. We want you to know that we're here to talk too if you need us, for anything."
Staring at his Dad, Matthew couldn't understand why what they'd said had made him angry. He knew he was very lucky to have two parents that care about him so much, he knew that from seeing some of his friends lives, but why did it make him so angry.
"We know it's rough for you at the moment, it's your last year of High School. You have to make so many big decisions this year about your future and e just want you to know you don't have to make any of those decisions on your own" his Dad said, smiling reassuringly.
There it was, there was that word again: 'future.' He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, why was everyone bringing it up? What did it matter, he was only 16. "It's okay not to know" Kurt said after seeing the panic in his eyes, "thats why your Dad and I are here, to help you."
His Dad nodded, "of course it is Kiddo, of course it" he reassured this time taking his hand. "It's okay to be confused and unsure, it's a big decision and you don't have to make it right now and you don't have to make it alone."
"Your behaviour as of late has been out of order" Kurt said a little more sternly, "you have been very rude to your Dad, myself and your brother. It's not fair on any of us when you treat us the way you do when we're not the ones at fault" he explained.
Squeezing his hand, his Dad spoke again. It was weird how crazily rehearsed this seemed to be, one talks than the other, they worked well together he registered at the back of his mind, behind the confusion and frustration.
"We understand your behaviour is related to the stress and confusions you're feeling about your future, maybe even because Henley's taking up a little more time now" his Dad said, dropping his eyes for a moment. "But you know we both love you, no matter what happens, no matter what you say. We love you, forever and always" his Dad said and he hated the tears he felt pooling in his eyes.
His Dad's were right, the future was terrifying him and this past year, it dawned on him that he'd have to make some real and terrifying decisions that would effect him for the rest of his life. He was only 16, he wasn't ready for that. Noah knew what he wanted to do, great, but he had no idea.
"Don't you guys want to yell at me" he exploded for no reason at all, standing up and knocking the chair back, terrified of what he wasn't sure. "Why don't you yell at me for turning up late, ignoring whatever you say and talking back to you! Why" he yelled, his fists curled up at his side.
Matthew was breathing heavy, his two Dad's looked at each other a little stunned, his Dad taking it worse because of his past. He instantly regretted his decision, but he couldn't understand. Why were they being so nice to him? James' Mum always yells at him, so does Lola's and Jamie's, he just couldn't understand.
Kurt got up from the table and came to wrap an arm around his shoulders, his Dad did the same. "We love you Kiddo, no matter what you say to us. But you've got to start treating us with some respect or you're going to force us into doing something we don't want to" Kurt sighed.
"There isn't anything you can say to us that will make us leave Mattie, but if you break our rules and don't respect our word" his Dad explained, his eyes a little watery, "we're going to have to punish you and you know how much we hate doing that."
What was worse is he did know. He knew just how much his parents hated punishing them, that was why if you did get punished or grounded, you knew you'd done something very, very wrong.
"We don't yell at you Mattie because yelling isn't going to solve anything" Kurt explained, stroking the back of his head like he used to do when he was younger. "The more civil you can solve a problem, the better and you and Noah both know that's how it works in this family" he explained and all Matthew wanted to do was cry.
His Dad squeezed his shoulder, "do you want us to yell at you" he asked and Matthew immediately shook his head, if there was one thing he hated more than his Dad's silent treatment, it was them yelling at him. If they raised their voice at you, well you'd probably done something really bad to deserve it.
"You can go to room if you want to now" his Dad said kissing him on the head. "Just think about what we said okay?" Matthew nodded, he did have a lot to think about, but he was sure his attitude wasn't about to change no matter how much he wished it would.
Kurt held out his hand and Matthew was quick to fall into his embrace, he loved Kurt's hugs, had done since all those years ago. "Look, we love you Kiddo but you do realise we can't over look you turning up late this time."
That surprised him. "What do you mean?" His Dad's shared a look and he dreaded what he was sure was coming. "Daddy, Dad?" he asked. His Dad looked at little confused but Kurt's expression was firm. "Are you actually going to ground me" he asked, praying to the god he didn't believe in they wouldn't. He couldn't miss Rachel's party on Saturday, he needed to be there.
"Look Kiddo, I'm really sorry, but you need to learn" Kurt said, kissing the top of his head, "but yes. You're ground for the next 7 days." He said it so gently, so soft it was hard to be mad because he knew how much he hated doing it. It was just as horrible for his Dad's to ground him as it would be for him to be grounded.
Matthew dropped his head, wishing he had someone other than himself to blame. He mumbled a quick thank you for dinner before storming up stairs. He made sure to slam his door as hard as could and to then turn up his music as loud as it would go. Falling onto his bed, he closed his eyes wishing he had parent's he could hate rather than parent's he loved and respected more than anything.
Matthew knew his attitude had been bad, he knew that and he wanted to change, he just didn't know how. He had an image to keep up at school, he had classes he was failing because he was too worried about being popular.
He and Noah no longer had a relationship and he knew that was his fault. He couldn't understand how Noah was so good at everything and how he already knew what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he envied him for that and it had put a strain on their relationship.
When had he started distancing himself from everybody he loves and why? He is probably one of the luckiest kids at school when it comes to his family. So why is he treating everyone he loves so terribly. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life and he was sure that was the reason for everything. It was the only explanation.
"Kurt" Blaine said from where he was stood washing the dishes, "did you really have to ground him after we spoke to him like that?" He was having second thoughts, did Matthew really deserve it?
Kurt shook his head, taking the towel off him and chucking it on the side before pulling him close. "You know I didn't enjoy it" he said sadly, "but he needs to learn that we will lay down the law when it's necessary and it's gotten to the point where he's made it necessary."
Blaine knew Kurt was right. "But Kurt-" he started, bur Kurt never gave him the chance to finish.
"Baby, look. Matthew can still go to Rachel's party on Saturday, I know how much of a big deal it is to him, but as long as he think's he's not allowed to go, that's punishment enough. Don't you think?" Kurt supplied, that sneaky grin spreading across his lips.
Blaine had to smile, that was mischievous, brilliant and sneaky. "I love you" he supplied kissing him, Kurt's grin and how he responded to the kiss was the only answer he needed in return.
Twenty minutes later, the two Dad's were still attached at the hips when their little Noah returned, a huge grin on his face as he locked the front door behind him before wondering towards the fridge.
He and Kurt had been too involved in the other to realise someone was there until Noah spoke up, grinning after pulling a cartoon of juice out of the fridge. "Wow a week a part really drives you crazy huh" Noah teased, winking before running up the stairs, a 'night Dad's love you' thrown over his shoulder.
"Night" he and Kurt both called in unison, hands on bare skin and in back pockets. They tried to keep their intimacies to themselves but with inquisitive kids, it didn't always work. So as much as they could say their boys hadn't seen anything, they'd probably seen them do everything.
Usually that would be awkward and they went to greater lengths to lock their door when they're intimate in bed, but kisses in the kitchen, the boys were no strangers to that. "We need to make sure that both boys are home tomorrow night" Kurt said while Blaine was nipping at his neck.
"Ugh-huh" he hummed against Kurt's throat, knowing exactly what it did to him. Blaine knew he was right, but considering Henley had been sleeping soundly since half past 5, he also knew they were running out of time. They could always talk about that when their little girl was wide awake at half past one this morning.
Kurt grabbed at the nape of his neck and he knew he was a lost cause, "I love you" he smiled before kissing him sweetly, holding him as tight as he could. Yeah, he'd missed being with Kurt while he was away, but the thing he missed the most was the sweet, intimate kisses.
Smiling into the kiss Kurt replied, "I love you, more than anything in this world," reiterating his words with a kiss. Blaine was happy to stand here in their kitchen, sharing sweet kisses with his husband, but just as Kurt's hand slipped down towards his zipper, their sweet little girl's cries could be heard through the baby monitor.
Blaine laughed while Kurt sighed, "down boy" he teased, kissing Kurt on the forehead. "We've got plenty of time" he supplied, kissing Kurt once more before heading to their Princess's room.
"You've got that right" Kurt called as he walked up the stairs. Turning around he could see Kurt returning to the washing, shaking his ass to some rhythm in his head. Blaine smiled as he continued heading to Henley's room. They had plenty of time.
JCMO
