Season 3+ Personalities and looks for Kurt, Rachel and Santana.

Family:

Kurt - 19

Rachel - 18

Santana - 17

Puck - 13

Quinn - 10

Tina - 7

Parents: Russel Fabray, Judie Fabray.

"Mooom!" Tina whined from the living room. Judie sighed: she had a date night with her husband however she had never left the kids alone for more that a few hours. Tonight it will be almost all night. Her and Russel had decided to go to the club to relieve the very small amount of childhood they had left, therefore she had told Kurt that Russel would be drunk, so that he is prepared.

"Yes, Tina?"

"Quinn took my dolls!" She screamed. Judie walked to the living room, rubbing her face with her palms.

"Quinn, give Tina her dolls back. Tina, you can share your dolls with Quinn tonight."

"Why? Are you going out? Is there going to be a babysitter?" Quinn asked, speaking two words a second.

Judie breathed out. "Because I am going out with your father, and there will be no babysitters."

"What are going to do?" Quinn asked.

"You can watch a movie or whatever, but Kurt is looking after you lot so please listen to him." She knew how stressed out Kurt could get with the kids, ever since he stormed out to go to his 'friends' house after a family argument. Judie shouldn't dare say 'boyfriend' in front of Russel, but she is positive Kurt is somewhat gay.

"Okay!" Quinn concluded, giving a sobbing Tina her dolls back. Tina quickly became happy again, continuing to play with her dolls as if nothing happened.

"Kurt, Puck!" Judie shouted up the stairs. She knew that Noah was playing Halo online with Finn, with Russel letting him play it, saying that it would 'make him more awesome.' Santana was at an all girls sleepover, and Kurt was most likely lounging around listening to music. She heard a hushed yet high-pitched 'asshole' and 'bitch' to respond, and then saw her two sons rush down the stairs, and not soon after Rachel followed behind. Honestly, Noah is 13 and already knew ways to swear from his violent video games. She had a very small idea that he learnt it from Russel, but she pushed that thought out of her mind.

"Is Dad home?" Kurt asked quickly.

"No, but he will be back soon to pick me up so I want you downstairs when he does."

"Okay." Kurt breathed out, stepping into the living room.

"Why am I here?" Rachel asked, looking at Julie with a raised eyebrow. Noah stood behind her, copying her stance.

"You two are the second and third eldest, so you have to help Kurt." Julie explained, shrugging my shoulders. Whilst they made excuses to not help him, I checked my phone for the time.

"Please, Noah couldn't look after Quinn for five minutes." Rachel chided.

"Guys, help him or no money for a month. I will ask him tomorrow." Julie said. "It is 5:25, so your dad will be here soon ok?"

"Okay." They both moaned, storming off upstairs. She walked back into the living room, smiling at the sight that met her eyes. Kurt and Quinn was jumping around excitedly, and Kurt had Tina on his back, who was squealing and giggling. Kurt will be a good father someday.

"What are you two so excited about?"

"Karaoke!" Tina squeaked. Kurt flashed Julie a look as a car was pulled into the driveway.

"Okay guys, have fun. Oh and Kurt?" Julie smiled.

"Yes?"

"Make sure Noah and Rachel help you with the kids for dinner."

"Of course. I will force those munchkins to help out even if they protest." Kurt smirked, shaking side to side to amuse Tina.

"Awesome, well have a good time." Julie said as she left.

"Kurt, where the fuck is the pasta?" Rachel hissed quietly, as they rummaged around in the kitchen to look for the food that Julie brought them for their tea. Tina and Rachel was whining in the dining room, where Kurt was forced to give them biscuits.

"I don't know Rach. If I knew, I would have it."

"Well look closer." Rachel muttered. She spotted it in the corner of her eye. She pulled Kurt by his arm to the cupboard where she saw it, which prompted a hiss from Kurt.

"Don't touch me." Kurt said, reaching up to get the pasta. She looked at him, concerned, which he just shrugged off. "You have seen him, there is no need to act so unknowing."

"It is getting worse, isn't it?" Rachel asked him, when he poured the whole packet of pasta into the pan. "That is why you are wearing sweaters. You were wearing tight fitting shirts before."

"Does it matter? Dad's drinking problems isn't my fault." He said, unconsciously pulling on his sweater.

"It might be." Rachel suggested.

"Just shut up Rachel. I don't want to talk about it." Kurt snapped, making Tina rush over to him. She hugged his leg and smiled at him.

"Tina it is okay." Kurt smiled down at them, waddling to the cupboard that had cheese inside. She stayed attached to him, dragging along with him whilst he walked.

"Noah!" Kurt shrill voice ringed out throughout the house. He had just been able to make dinner for all of them, even with the two stuck to him.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Really?" Kurt mumbled. "Get your butt down here: it is dinner!"

"Okay!" Noah ran downstairs and swung into the kitchen, taking his very familiar seat.

Kurt placed the plates around the table, and managed to pry Tina off him and into her seat. He ran his hands up his arms, skin tingling from touching his bruises.

They ate in comfortable silence, and, as usual, Noah finished first, making a satisfied noise.

"I am glad you like it." Kurt mumbled.

"That was great, thanks Kurt. You are like a great dad." Noah said, pulling out his phone. Kurt sucked in a breath and continued eating, making sure that Tina was doing the same.

Rachel stretched out on the 'L' shaped sofa, whilst Kurt put Tina to sleep. She made sure to look after Kurt whilst their Dad is home, and quite frankly she was pissed off at their Dad. When they were alone as siblings Kurt was a great and positive person, and he was their only secure father figure in the household. Their father was an alcoholic, and only seemed to lash out at Kurt whenever he wanted. Kurt had been abused and called names yet he refused to get help or to move out. He said "It is for your safety."

"Heya Rach." Kurt walked in, smiling.

"Did they go off okay?"

"Yeah, just golden."

"They all in their rooms?" Rachel asked. Quinn and Tina share rooms, where Puck and Santana have their own rooms. Rachel used to share with Quinn and Tina, until she got too old enough to share with two other kids. Kurt insisted that she should share with him, with she agreed to quickly.

"Yup. But I don't think they will later. . " Kurt trailed off.

"Hey," Rachel started, patting the space next to me. He sat down cautiously, letting me put a hand on the only non-sensitive part of his body - his knee. "The girls stay in your room because they want to look after you. You all upset isn't the greatest sight for them, but they love you so much and they don't want to see you sad."

"It isn't right." Kurt mumbled, shaking his head.

"But it is in a way. Otherwise you may be dead Kurt." Rachel said, stating the truth. "And wonder what that would to everyone."

Kurt looked down, showing his vulnerable side. "I. . . Really hate him Rach."

"I know, I know." Rachel nodded. "His is a bad man, but Mom never sees the bad in him."

There was a slam of the door not long after, making Kurt flinch and stand up. "Things are looking up, aren't they, fag?" Our father called out.

Kurt let out a breath and hoped that none of the kids would wake up, but that would be unpreventable with their thin walls. Their father drunkenly stumbled into the living room, eyeing Kurt.

"Go Rachel." Kurt hissed, pointing frantically to the door. "Please."

Rachel's POV

I nodded and headed upstairs, running for the children. We are usually never home when our father is, but when we are it can get very rough for Kurt. He would get thrown and beaten up until he is barely hanging on, and then out father would leave him alone. It can get quite scary for the children, especially Tina but he is strong. I could hear the verbal slurs coming out my father's mouth, and the very faint response from Kurt. I crowded up Tina and Rachel, who were holding each other in their room and carried them into mine and Kurt's room, where a comforting smell was held.

"Stop!" Kurt shouted, whilst we could hear him get thrown into the wall.

Noah sheepishly wandered into my room. "Can I stay here?"

"Noah, get in!" I motioned for him to sit next to me on the floor, making sure that Kurt's bed was free for when he is able to come back in. We could hear a loud slam, followed by a line of quick footsteps up the stairs. I peeked my head out the door, seeing our father follow Kurt up the stairs. Kurt barely made it up, falling weakly on the landing, when a sharp punch to his face stopped him. He swore and, bless his heart, saw me and said quietly 'go.' I had to refuse, shaking my head at him. He closed his eyes before getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach. He coughed and tried to stand up, failing miserably as seen on his face. Our father picked him up roughly. I quickly ran out the way of the door and pulled everyone close. Kurt was literally thrown in, to our horror.

"This is for being a faggot." Our father said, leaving the room.

I rushed over to Kurt, gasping at the state of him. He was breathing quickly but shallow, barely staying awake.

"Kurt, you need to stay awake for me sweetie." I instructed, pulling every cupboard open around him to look for my stash of band-aids and bandages that I put in there. It was kind of terrifying how bad Kurt looked, and I prayed that he wouldn't getting attacked soon.

"It hurts." Kurt breathed out, clutching his stomach. He was crying quietly, as if to not alert our parents or the kids.

"Just… Stay awake for me." I said calmly. I took off his cardigan gently, putting alcohol swabs on his cuts that scattered his arms. He hissed and moved away from me, curling into a ball. I pried him open, calling Noah over to help pick him up. He may seem light but he is quite heavy. We picked him up and placed him on his bed, helping him put his head on the pillow. I undid the buttons on his shirt and swallowed at his ribs. They were covered in bruises, some old and some ripe. I put a hand on his forehead, sighing and looking at his face.

"It is going to be okay." I said quietly.

He nodded slowly and blinked. He was shaking violently and still crying, however he fought the tiredness and kept his eyes open. I told Noah to go put the kids in his room for a minute, and I lifted Kurt up so that he could wrap his arms around me.

"It is okay Kurt." I cooed, rubbing his bare back. "We have got you."

"I feel like I am going to die." Kurt moaned, bringing a hand around my back to scratch at his other arm.

"Kurt, don't scratch them. They might get infected." I said, feeling him move slightly.

"This is hell compared to high-school." Kurt mumbled, still sobbing in between his words.

"It's okay." I said, not sure on how to answer his statement. The abuse is horrible, but Kurt, as he said, isn't going to leave until we are safe from him.

He said nothing for a few minutes, and I had to pull back to make sure he hadn't passed out. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, and one had a bruise circling the outside.

"I should be old enough to care for myself." He muttered. I put my hands on his shoulders, and questioned if he felt okay. He responded with a inaudible answer, which seemed to put him even more off.

"Look, we need to put ice or something on your bruises and get bandages for your knuckles." His knuckles, but mostly his hands, had scattering scratches.

"Alright."

3rd POV

After giving Kurt medicine to help his pain and to let him sleep without being woken up, Rachel quietly walked into Noah's room and sat down next to them. The girls were crying their eyes out, and Noah looked as if he was trying not to cry with them.

"He is okay." Rachel said, pulling the girl's close. She would've hugged Noah but he would most likely refuse to be hugged.

"When can I see him?" Tina asked.

"Tomorrow." Tina huffed and blowed her cheeks out, almost like a hamster. "He is sleeping."

"He looks like shit." Noah stated. Rachel would've scaled him if it was a different place and time, but she let it go.

"Don't tell him that. He would go crazy." Quinn mumbled. Tina giggled and agreed.

"He would." Rachel laughed along with them, happy that they are not upset.