Disclaimer: I do now own Kurt or Blaine, FOX does. But I do own the kids.

Kurt rolled over to find the space next to him empty. He looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was barely five in the morning. He heard rustling across the room, coming from their closet.

Kurt climbed out of bed and scuffled over to the closet. Blaine was folding clothes and putting them into his suitcase.

"This is so like you." Kurt laughed. "Waiting until the very last minute to pact for vacation."

Blaine shrugged and zipped his first suitcase.

"Couldn't you have waited until at least six when I am awake?"

"Our plane leaves at seven thirty so no, and you are awake." Blaine smiled standing up.

"Because of you."

Blaine leaned forward and planted a kiss on his husband's lips.

"I'll go wake the kids." Kurt rolled his eyes walking out of the closet.

Kurt walked into his oldest daughter, Genevieve's room.

It had taken a lot of work to get Ginny. Most of it was Blaine turning down every surrogate in the book. Eventually they found a health, young girl with a good medical history that Blaine agreed to.

Kurt walked across the messy room, stepping over piles of clothes and notebooks filled with designs. He pushed aside the canopy and gently rubbed her back.

"Daddy, it's to early." She whined pushing his arm away.

"It's time to get up, pumpkin." He said, rubbing her back.

Ginny pouted, but sat up any.

Always dramatic, Ginny was. She got it from her father. Which father, they will never be sure of. They used both of their sperm when they found the right surrogate. It was too hard to tell, seeing at Ginny acted so much like both of them. She could sing, was very dramatic and designed clothes, like Kurt.

"Once we're all up and loaded in the car, we'll stop somewhere for breakfast."

Ginny smiled. "Just don't let Romeo choose again, last time he got to pick I threw up on the plane."

"I think it's your turn. But it can't be a sit down breakfast. We don't have time, if we want to catch our flight."

Ginny nodded and slid out of bed.

Kurt walked out of her room and continued down the hall. He pushed open the only colored door in the house. It was pink and behind it was Athena's room.

Convincing Blaine to have another baby was no easy challenge, but it was easier then the first time. They used the same surrogate and nine months later were blessed with the twins, Athena and Kingston. Athena being twenty minutes old, much to Kingston's dislike.

Ginny may have been the oldest, but Athena had the run of the house. She was the princess. She had Blaine wrapped around her finger and could get away with anything. It was Kurt that kept her feet on the ground.

Athena was sitting on her pale pink bedspread reading a book. She looked up when she heard her door open.

"Good morning, Daddy." She smiled, closing her book.

"Early rise, just like your father." He laughed, standing in the doorway. "Will you be ready to go in half an hour?"

"Yes sir." She smiled and pointed to the clothes laid gracefully across the foot of her bed. "And my bags are by the front door."

"That's my girl." He smiled walking out.

Kurt closed the door behind him and faced his oldest son's door. He pushed open the door to Kingston's room.

Kingston was destined to be an actor. At age five he had Casablanca so many time he could recite the lines along with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman right on time. The young teens walls were covered in posters for classic movies.

"I'm awake. Athena got me up." Kingston groaned from his bed.

"I'll start the coffee once I get your brothers up."

"Thank you." He said, raising his hand in a gesture he wasn't really sure meant.

Kurt walked down the hall to the door on the end. The dark wood door was covered in stickers for Joshua's favorite bands.

Joshua was the easiest to convince Blaine to have. After the twins turned one, Kurt had brought up the idea of another boy for Kingston to play with. Blaine had jumped right on board. They had used the same surrogate, but Jay, as he liked to be called, was different from the rest of the family. He loved his family, but he was just different. He wasn't into clothes, or musicals. He liked rock and roll and punk music. He often stayed up late at night, writing new songs with his guitar.

Kurt flipped on the light and walked across the messy room to Jay's bed. He was lying fully dressed, shoes and all, across his bed. His red iPod lay on his stomach, headphones clamped over his head. His white Snow White laptop sat open between his legs, his guitar resting on the pillow next to him.

"Jay." Kurt said, gently pulling the headphones off his son. "Time to wake up."

"Can we have bacon for breakfast?" he asked, rolling over and hugging his pillow.

"It's up to Ginny, it's her turn for travel breakfast. Finish packing and go downstairs. We're leaving soon."

Jay groaned loudly and rolled off his bed, hitting the hard wood floor with a perceptible thud.

"Are you done now?" Kurt asked, trying to hide the laughter in his voice.

"Yeah." He sighed in defeat and stood up. He togged his shirt down and looked at his dad. "You're not even dressed yet! Why do I have to be up?"

Kurt glared at Jay. Jay looked down at the floor and walked away from his father's stare.

Kurt chuckled and walked out of the messy bedroom. He walked down to the other end of the hall and pushed open the door. He climbed a small spiral staircase to his youngest son, Romeo's room.

Romeo had been Blaine's idea. He, for some reason, wanted one last baby and Kurt had happily agreed. The process went through again, same surrogate, both men's sperm and nine months later a new baby boy.

Romeo was the artist of the family. The house was riddled with his paintings, drawing and sketchbooks. He had hug so many of his paintings and drawings on his walls it was nearly impossible to find the wood. When he was nine, Romeo insisted he move his room to the attic. He liked the airy room, the privacy and especially the quiet.

Kurt stepped into the room and saw his youngest son asleep as his desk, head resting on a sketchbook, a pencil in his hand.

"Romeo," he said, rubbing his back. "It's time to wake up."

Romeo jerked awake, launching the pencil across the room. He looked down at his drawing; a drool spot was in the middle of the picture.

"I didn't like the drawing anyway." He muttered, pushing the drawing away. He looked up at his dad and smiled. "Hi Daddy." He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and hugged him tightly, burying his face in his silk clad stomach.

"Hey baby boy. You ready to go to the Bahamas?" he asked, running his fingers through his son's brown hair, similar to his own.

"You promise you won't work? And we'll have fun?" Romeo asked, looking up at Kurt with his big brown eyes. "And Dad won't work either?"

"I promise, me and Dad will try not to work." Kurt said.

"Nooo." He whined, pulling away from his dad. "You two always work."

"Come on Romeo." Kurt said, kneeling in front of his son. "You know that I can't promise that we won't work. We have demanding jobs. We'll try to work as less as we can."
Romeo nodded looking slightly disappointed.

Kurt picked his son up and carried him down stairs.

"Jay, you are so gross!" Athena hollered from the living room.

"What's Jay doing?" Kurt asked walking into the kitchen and setting Romeo on the counter.

"He's alternating bites of butter and bagel." Kingston cackled.

"It's easier then finding a knife!" Jay yelled.

"Jay…" Kurt hesitated, not knowing where to go with the statement.

Romeo sighed and leaned into his dad. "When we go to the beach will you leave your phone at the house and watch me?"

"I'll leave my phone at home and watch you and your brothers and sisters."

A smile spread across his face.

Author's note

I know it may not seem like much now. But I have a lot planned, and not just their vacation. I really like this idea. And what do you think of the kids names? Don't they sound like something Blaine and Kurt would name their kids?

I'll post another chapter soon. Let me know what you think.

Thanks.

- Shelby