A/N hi guys, so this is something new I'm trying out. I hope you like it =) let me know. I loooooove me some reviews.

Kurt had had a tough day at work; people complaining about how he hadn't finished his next clothing line yet, which fabric he would need and that the fabric he needed was too expensive. So when he came home he was looking forward to a nice quiet evening with his son, daughter and husband.

"Guys, I'm home!" he yelled down the hallway, hanging his coat on the rack and placing his shoes underneath.

"Daddy! I've missed you!" Amanda squealed, hugging his legs. Kurt could see half-dried tear streaks.

"Hey Mandy, I've missed you too! Have you been crying? Did Tyler hurt you again?" he asked scooping the little girl up in his arms.

The girl hid her beautiful face in his neck and Kurt stroked her long chestnut brown hair. She shook her head: "No, Ty-Ty didn't hurt me, Papa was mean," she whispered barely audible.

Kurt knew better than to take her seriously, Adam probably said she couldn't have sweets before dinner.

The duo walked into the living room to find a ten year old boy lying on the couch upside-down, watching Aladdin. "Hi, Daddy! What's for dinner?" he asked, waving at Kurt.

"Hey Ty, I don't know yet, do you know where Papa is?"

"In his office I guess," the boy said turning his attention to the screen again.

"Why don't you join your brother Amanda?" Kurt said, dropping the girl playfully on the large couch.

He walked down the hallway, putting his stuff away and making way for the office up the stairs. He knocked on the door and entered after a gentle come in sounded. The man sitting at the desk was tall, had grey eyes, blond hair and a beautiful, gentle face. He looked up from the stack of papers he was looking through, and a smile lit up his features when he saw who was standing in front of him.

"Honey, I'm home," Kurt sang softly, walking towards his husband and pecking him on the lips.

"Hello, beautiful, how was work?" Adam said, taking off his glasses and wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him onto his lap.

"Busy, I finally fired Brooke today," he said leaning into the taller man.

"Then you need to find a new assistant, won't you," Adam said.

"I do, I hope the next one will at least come on time everyday, not like the one I just let go. I mean if you don't want to work then don't apply somewhere and be late everyday," Kurt said, sighing a little. "Oh, well, I have a question for you though mister," he said, playfully prodding the other's chest. "Why did Mandy tell me you were mean to her?"

"Oh that," Adam sighed, smiling a little. "I said she couldn't go painting now because you'd be home any minute and that meant dinner would be soon."

Kurt nodded and got up. "Well, if we have to have dinner, why don't we order in. I don't feel like cooking today."

Adam nodded and went down the stairs calling down the stairs, asking what the kids would like to have for dinner. After a lot of argument between brother and sister, they finally agreed on Italian. The four of them were sitting in front of the TV watching Tangled, Amanda's favourite movie, when the doorbell rang. Adam got up and went to the door, a few moments later he returned with two giant pizza boxes.

"Dinner's here," he grinned.

"Daddy, can we have dinner here? Please?" Tyler asked Kurt, looking at him with giant puppy eyes and sticking out his bottom lip. Kurt laughed and agreed.

"Ty, can you get the plates then please?" he said opening one of the boxes.

The boy ran into the kitchen and returned with a stack of paper plates, handing them to Adam.

They finished their movie, enjoying their delicious pizza. By the time the movie ended, the 4 year old girl had fallen asleep on Kurt's lap.

"I think it's bedtime," he said, lifting her up and carrying her up the stairs. "Tyler, can you get your pj's on please?"

"But Dad, I'm not tired!" the boy whined.

"Oh really?" Adam said, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no Papa don't even think abou-" Tyler said scrambling to his feet and trying to run around the couch, but the older man grabbed him at his waist and tickled his son until the latter was almost crying while laughing.

Adam smiled, "Could you now please put on your pyjama's?" he asked, closing the empty pizza boxes and bringing them to the kitchen.

"Okay Papa," Tyler said, running up the stairs and coming back down a few minutes later. "Goodnight Pop," he said giving Adam a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight my boy, do you want me to go up with you or is Daddy going to tuck you in?"

"Daddy's still upstairs," the boy said disappearing again.

Kurt had managed to get Amanda in her nightgown without waking her up, and was now watching his daughter cuddle with her teddy bear. He felt a tug on his sleeve, and saw Tyler standing next to him.

"Come on, my big man, let's get you to bed," he whispered.

About ten minutes later Kurt flopped down on the couch, accepting a glass of wine from his husband. "Thanks," he mumbled.

Adam lifted Kurt's feet and sat down placing them in his lap. They talked a little but soon Kurt felt his eye lids droop, and Adam told him to go to bed, he would clean up.

Kurt kissed him goodnight and went upstairs. The last thing he remembered was a pair of string arms wrapping around his waist and soft lips kissing his neck.

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A loud beeping woke Kurt up at 6 am. He turned it off, and almost sleepwalked down the stairs. In the kitchen he looked for bacon and eggs and some toast. Making breakfast was as much a part of his morning routine as was brushing his teeth. Fifteen minutes later he heard stumbling upstairs and he knew Adam was trying to get the kids to wake up. The first to enter the kitchen was to his surprise Tyler; usually it was his daughter who was up first.

"Morning, big fella," he said, setting a plate of eggs and bacon in front of his son.

The boy mumbled something in return, attacking his breakfast.

Half an hour later everyone was ready to leave; Adam brought the kids to school and Kurt could leave for work. Today was the day he had to find a new assistant. He hoped Santana had found some good candidates. He hated to drive a car in New York City, so he took a cab, hoping they wouldn't get stuck in traffic.

Two hours later he was sitting at his desk with his hands in his hair; so far everyone who had applied for the job wasn't qualified. Santana was almost scared to enter his office when she saw his face.

"Kurt?"

"What?" he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I have one more candidate," she said ushering someone in.

"Awesome," was the sarcastic response she got.

He looked up and looked in the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen.

"Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson."

A/N that was the first chapter =) like it? Should I continue it? Let me know guys

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