A/N: Wow! Lookie here! A new story!

Yeah, I would like to apologize to any of my reader who have been awaiting an update for my other stories. But, I just simply had to write this.

It is indeed a future!fic. Kurt and Blaine are married. They live in New York with their two kids. Blah blah blah.

They don't live in NYC. They live pretty close though. I always imagined that when the had kids that they would move a little bit upstate and Kurt would commute or something.

To set things straight: Kurt is Elizabeth's biological dad and Blaine is Elijah's.

Yes, I did enjoy making their names sound alike.

This is my first try at an angsty/tragedy fic. So I do my best.

And, there is a reason the title is Dinosaurs. It's part of something that will continue to reoccur in the story.

Well, I'm proud to present the first chapter of Dinosaurs

Disclaimer: I am absolutely super duper positive that I don't own Glee. I am absolutely extremely positive about that.

"Elijah!" That excruciating shriek came out of the mouth of one Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson. She was dashing after an eight year old boy with a mess of dark curls, "Elijah, get back here!" She clumsily chased the little boy down the staircase.

As Elijah ran, he opened the purple book that he held so close, "Dear Journal, Cody Jennings is so cute! Yesterday, he talked to me in Spanish class! He asked if he could borrow my pen!"

"Elijah!"

Elijah bounded through the living room, practically crashing into to furniture, much like a game of pinball.

"I'm going to kill you!" Elizabeth was still chasing her brother, "I'm going to punch you in the face, throw you out of the window, and watch you get run over by a potato chip truck that's headed to a grocery store!"

He held the book close to him, "No you won't!"

"Yes I will!" Elizabeth assured him, "And I'm gonna laugh as I see you become roadkill."

Blue eyes met hazel.

"You already look like you got run over by a truck!" Elijah exclaimed.

Elizabeth put her hands on her hips, "Well, you smell like Old Navy."

"Your face is like when Auntie Britt is trying to understand Auntie San when she's talking all crazy in Spanish!"

"You look like one of Papa's bowties after Dad 'accidentally' threw it down the garbage disposal."

"Well…" Elijah made his thinking face, "You're stupid!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Really? That's that best you can come up with? Well, I can't expect much from an eight year old."

"Elijah! Elizabeth!" An angry yet familiar voice was heard. Quickly, the siblings turned their heads, seeing their father stand behind them. His hands were on his hips. He did not look amused.

Elijah quickly dropped his sister's diary. He then fell on the floor in an overly dramatic fashion, "Daddy!" He cried, "Lizzie's trying to kill me!"

"Oh God," Their father sighed, "You are so much like your Papa." He then looked at Elizabeth, "Why are you trying to kill your brother?"

"I wasn't trying to kill him!" Elizabeth yelled defensively.

Elijah interrupted, "She said she was going to punch me in the face, throw me out the window, and watch me get run over by a truck," He paused for a moment, "And she was gonna laugh as I got all flat on the street."

The teenager butted in, "Only because you stole my journal!"

"You really didn't need to steal it, Eli," Another voice spoke. In walked a short man with dark curls and hazel eyes. He pushed up his rectangular framed glasses.

Elizabeth smiled, "You tell him, Papa."

He then said, "Every page is "Cody Jennings is so hot!" or something. Gets a bit boring and repetitive after a while."

"Gah!" Elizabeth groaned, "Papa!

"What?"

Their dad then told the kids, "Elijah, Elizabeth, get ready for school and just drop this matter.

"Fine," They whined in unison. They both stomped up the stairs.

Glaring at his husband, "Really Blaine? You read her diary?"

"Isn't that what parents are supposed to do, Kurt?"

"No," Kurt answered, "But, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"I need to catch my train for the city," He explained, "Could you drive them to school today? I have an audition."

"Of course."

Looking around the room, "I have to go now, you know how I like being early," He placed a kiss on his husband's cheek, "Bye."

"Bye," Blaine watched Kurt walk out of the house. He then walked to the staircase, walking up it. As he entered the hall, he felt something tug on his sleeve. It was Elijah.

Now, Elijah was wearing the most peculiar outfit. An outfit that Kurt wouldn't even let him out of the house wearing. The second grader was wearing an "I LOVE NY" T-Shirt that was about ten sizes to big, which reached past his knees. He also wore a plastic firefighter hat that he obviously received from a school assembly. He wore dark jeans that were rolled above his ankles, along with his froggy rain boots. The final touch was an untied green bowtie that hung loosely around his neck.

"Can you tie this for me, Papa?" Was what the little boy asked.

Blaine smiled, "Of course," He kneeled down and began to tie the bow.

"Do you think Daddy will be mad it I wear this?"

"Nah," Answered Blaine, "Well, maybe a little. But, I think you look fantastic."

Elijah's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Really?"

Nodding, "Absolutely!" Being done tying, he stood up, "Now, what do you want for breakfast, Eli?"

"Hmm…" Elijah was thinking, "What do we have?"

Blaine shrugged, "We shall see!" He then lifted his son, slinging him over his shoulder.

Elijah was giggling, "Papa!"

"What are we?" Asked Blaine.

"Dinosaurs!" Elijah squealed in excitement.

Blaine then roared, "Roar!"

"Roar!" Elijah grabbed is Papa's shoulders and held onto them as they went down the stairs.

Elijah asks, "Can we eat Lizzie for breakfast?"

Blaine chuckled, "We can't eat your sister! But, we can eat that boy that she's clearly obsessed with!" He set Elijah down as they entered the kitchen.

"We're dinosaurs, Papa! We need meat!" He shouted with excitement in his tone, "Can you make those smiley face eggs and bacons that Daddy always makes?"

"That's your Daddy's specialty, Eli," He told him, "But, I make a mean bowl of Froot Loops."

"Okay," Elijah pulled out a chair and sat down. Blaine set the box of Froot Loops and a bowl on the table.

"You want milk?"

"Nah," He began to pour himself a bowl. He dug his hand into the cereal, taking a handful, which he shoveled into his mouth.

Elizabeth entered the kitchen.

"Well, if it isn't Dizzy Miss Lizzie," Blaine was pouring his daughter a bowl of cereal, "You want some breakfast?"

Elizabeth had a disgusted look on her face, "Not that sugary crap."

"Hey," Blaine put up one finger, "There's an eight year old in the room."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, "You?"

"Papa, she totally burned you," Elijah laughed, shoveling more cereal into his mouth.

"Where's Dad?" Elizabeth asked.

"He's going to the city," Blaine told her, "He has an audition."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "I'll just take the bus."

"No, No," Blaine told her, "I'm taking you both to school today."

"Yay!" Elijah cheered. He always thought of it as an adventure whenever his Papa took him places.

Pointing to Elijah, "See? Your brother isn't mad that I'm taking him to school."

Putting her hands on her hips, much like Kurt does, "Only because you both play "Dinosaur" the entire ride."

"You could join us, Lizzie."

"No," Was her response, "Just don't talk to me or even make eye-contact with me when you're dropping me off, okay?"

Blaine raised his geometrically shaped eyebrows, "You don't want that boy you like to see me?"

Elizabeth groaned.

Both Blaine and Elijah laughed.

Blaine turned to Elijah, "Eli, go brush your teeth. We're leaving in a few."

"Kay," Elijah got up from his chair and left the kitchen.

"Lizzie, go get your stuff and meet me in the car. I'm gonna go heat it up."

Elizabeth left the kitchen.

Blaine got up from his chair. He grabbed his car keys off of the counter and walked out of the kitchen. He entered the living room, then walking out of the front door. He clicked the "unlock" button on his keys and unlocked the silver sedan. Blaine opened the door, taking a seat behind the wheel. He entered the key into the ignition, starting the car.

The heat from the care melted some of the ice and snow off of the window.

Blaine then heard a car door open. Sitting in the seat behind him was Elijah, clutching his Mickey Mouse lunchbox.

Elijah pointed to a pedestrian walking down the street, "Can we eat him?"

"We can't eat Mr. Robinson!" Blaine chuckled, "Remember, we don't want to be thought of as bad dinosaurs, do we?"

Elijah shook his head, "Nope!"

"Exactly, Eli."

Elijah giggled, "Roooaaar!"

The door opposite of Blaine opened. Elizabeth entered the car. Her messenger bag was slung over her shoulder. She sat down.

"Lizzie! Lizzie!" Elijah was bouncing up and down in his seat.

"What?" Elizabeth took out a compact hairbrush. She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror and began to brush her long brunette hair.

"Do you wanna be the T-Rex?"

"No," She answered him, "I don't want to be a part of this stupid little game."

Elijah's smile quickly turned into a frown.

"Hey Eli," Blaine turned his head, looking at the disappointed boy, "Uncle Finn's the T-Rex, remember?"

Elijah nodded, "Oh yeah, I forgot."

Blaine started backing the car out of the driveway.

Elizabeth took out her cell phone.

Elijah sighed, "I guess Lizzie's gonna be ignoring us the entire time."

"Appears so," Blaine responded, "But, we're dropping her off first, so maybe at least we'll get a goodbye."

Hearing what her Papa and brother were saying, the fourteen year old rolled her eyes.

"Can we go ice skating on Saturday?" Asked Elijah.

"Sure, as long as it's alright with your Daddy."

Elijah smiled, "Can Uncle Finn and Auntie Rachel and Barbra come too?"

"Sure," Blaine said, "We can all go ice skating at Rockefeller. Spend a day in the city, look at all the windows and see the tree."

"I'm going to the Palisades with Nicole on Saturday," Elizabeth piped.

"We can go on Sunday."

"Fine," Sighed Elijah. He really wanted to go on Saturday.

Blaine pulled into the car lane of Elizabeth's high school.

Elizabeth opened the car door, beginning to leave.

A boy with hair that obviously came from a bottle and a very awkward lip piercing and a few eye brow piercings approached the car, "Hey Liz," Was what he said.

Elizabeth's cheeks flushed, "Hi Cody."

"So," Blaine spoke from inside the car, "This is the infamous Cody Jennings," Blaine raised his eyebrows, "Not as good looking as Lizzie describes you to be."

"What?" This Cody boy appeared to be confused.

Elizabeth hid her face in her hands, "Please stop talking…please stop talking…"

"Not really seeing that Greek God status."

Cody was still confused. He looked at Elizabeth, "What's he talking about?"

"Just go to the cafeteria," She told her crush, "I'll meet you there."

Cody shrugged. He nervously walked away.

Elizabeth turned to the car, "Papa!" She whisper-yelled, "How could you embarrass me like that?"

"I was resisting the urge to punch that boy in the face," He told her, "When I see you with a suspicious boy, my fatherly instincts turn on."

"What do you mean by suspicious?"

"He had all those piercings," Blaine said, "And he clearly looked like the type who only wanted to get in your pants."

"Just go!" She snapped, "You have no idea how much I hate you right now," She stormed off.

"Ouch," Spoke Elijah from the backseat, "I don't think Lizzie really hates you, Papa."

"I know she doesn't," Blaine sighed, "It's just a teenager thing. You have no idea how many times I told my dad that I hated him when I was Lizzie's age."

Elijah was surprised, "You told Grandpa Richard that you hated him?" He didn't know how anyone could hate Grandpa Richard. He always brought the coolest presents and told the most interesting stories and everything!

"Yeah, we didn't have such a good relationship back then."

"Oh," Elijah looked up, "I don't hate you, Papa."

Smiling, "I know that," He looked at the car's clock, "It's time to get you to school, Eli."

Blaine drove out of the car lane and back onto the road. Elijah's elementary school was right down the road from the high school. So, it didn't take much time to drive there. Blaine pulled into the elementary school's parking lot.

Elijah undid his seatbelt. He leaned towards his Papa and hugged him. Blaine kissed the top of his son's head.

"Bye Eli, have fun."

Elijah got out of the car, "Bye Papa!"

Blaine watched until he saw the boy enter the school. He then drove out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

He wondered what Kurt was doing. He was probably on the train by now. Blaine thought that he should call his husband, to wish him luck.

Being cautious, Blaine pulled over to the side of the road. He took out his phone and dialed the number. He waited for an answer.

"Hi Sweetie," Kurt's voice came from the other end.

"Are you on the train?"

"Yeah, I'll be in the city soon," He told him, "I'm meeting up with Rachel at Grand Central."

"Tell her I said hi," Blaine spoke, "And, you're gonna do really great."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

"I'm just so nervous! I'm usually never this nervous."

"Don't worry about anything."

As Blaine continued talking on the phone, he didn't notice what was going on behind him. There was a black BMW swerving on the icy road, not being able to control its movements.

"Eli was wondering if we could all go ice skating at Rockefeller this weekend with Finn, Rachel and Barbra."

"I don't see why not."

"Great," Blaine said, "Now, stop being so worried. You're going—" His voice was cut off.

The BMW collided into the small silver car. Glass breaking. Metal crunching. The airbags weren't working. The airbags weren't working!

Blaine was in a state of sheer panic as he felt the weight crash down on him. Slicing his flesh. Leaving many bloody wounds.

The man in the BMW quickly escaped out of his car. He rushed to the car he collided with. There were a few scratches on him, but nothing too bad.

"Oh my God!" The man exclaimed in a state of panic and shock, "A-Are you alright?" He walked over to the crushed door of the driver's seat. There, he was a bloody and unconscious man.

The man quickly took out his cell phone and called an ambulance.

"N-Nine one one?" He stuttered into the phone, "Th-There's been a c-crash. A m-man is what I think t-to be unconscious. He's got l-loads of bloody scrapes."

Blaine began to turn a bit. He moaned these words, "Let me out…please let me out…"

"Don't worry," The man assured him, "Help is on the way."

"I'm trapped…" Blaine moaned, "I'm trapped…they locked me in..." He then stop moving and remained still and silent.

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