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Daddy-Dating 2: The Teenage Years.


Chapter 2: I hate you.


- Wednesday 18th September 2027 -

"I just don't understand why Matthew is acting out towards us Rach," Kurt sighed from his spot on the play mat next to Rachel. Wednesday was his day with Henley and Friday's were Blaine days. They each took a day off of work to spend with her, it was there way to make sure they were the best Dad's they could be.

Wednesday also meant play dates at Rachel's. They would spend the day gossiping and drinking coffee while their two little girls slept and entertained themselves. Their lives were a lot busier now they both had families, but they always made time to see each other.

Usually Santana would be here, but with the wedding only a few weeks away, she's freaking out. Kurt was obviously designing her wedding dress like he'd done for Rachel. They had a fitting tomorrow and he was actually a little terrified, Santana can be bat-shit crazy when she's stressed.

Rattling a toy in front of Mackenzie Kurt sighed, their plan to deal with Matthew had ultimately failed. He'd been nice that evening after sulking in his room for an hour, but the next day, he was back to ignoring them and ignoring the fact he was grounded. He didn't get home until half past 9.

He was only 16, he knew they should be doing something, but he just didn't know what it was they should be doing. They'd tried everything. The only thing left he could think of was to actually stop him from going to Rachel's party on Saturday, but that just seemed cruel.

Blaine was quiet on the subject, Kurt knew he was taking Matthew's attitude personally and no matter what he said, he couldn't get Blaine to change his mind. "I just, he's upsetting Blaine" he said sadly. He could probably take Matthew's attitude problem if it wasn't upsetting Blaine so much. "Blaine's taking it personally. I just don't know what to do anymore" he sighed.

Rachel put a hand on his shoulder before having to quickly reach for Henley who was quite quickly running away. "I think you know what you have to do" she said quietly. "Doesn't he, Daddy knows exactly what to do doesn't he Henley" she cooed and it made him roll his eyes.

Henley looked like she was about to respond with something so he was quick to intervene, "carry on drawing Sweetie." Henley looked a little confused but she did as she was told, asking Mckenzie for the yellow crayon. "Don't get her involved" he whispered shaking his head, "she'll hate me before she even realises why" he joked, well half joked.

That earned him a quick and hard slap to the back of the head which had him crying out in pain, gaining both girls attention. "Don't be stupid" she scolded, "she's never going to hate you. None of your kids hate you and you know that" she said glaring.

Kurt was rubbing at his head, trying to hide just how much that had actually hurt. "Rach you're setting a bad examples for the girls" he half teased, looking to Mckenzie who was laughing at him while pulling the fur on her teddy.

"No she's not Daddy! That was funny" Henley exclaimed walking over to him and falling on him, wrapping her arms around his head. "You're okay though Daddy, right" she asked, eyes full of concern.

Kissing Henley's head he nodded, "yeah I'm great Princess" he smiled taking the drawing she was handing him. "Wow that's beautiful" he smiled, being well practiced in all this enthusiasm when his kids gave him pieces of paper with scribbles all over them. "I think this deserves a spot on the fridge!"

Henley seemed very happy with that, she squealed and clapped her hands before running off and settling back down in front of the crayons, no doubt about to create another 'masterpiece.'

The two little girls looked like they were quite content to sit and draw together, the two already involved in a conversation that just sounded like nonsense to the the adults. With the girls occupied they moved to the sofa's to drink their coffee's cold, as was the norm nowadays, that was life with kids.

Sitting back on the sofa, he stretched out his legs while Rachel brushed hair out of her eyes, "no matter what I do or say to him" he carried on. "Even yesterday I pulled him to one side and tried to explain how his actions were upsetting his Dad but he just brushed it off and slammed his bedroom door. Like he didn't care."

He'd thought that maybe if he spoke to Matthew alone and tried to convey how his attitude and his actions were hurting his family, Blaine especially, that maybe it would be more of an incentive to stop. It hand't worked. "Why don't you ground him" Rachel asked reaching for her cup.

That only irritated him further "I have. No matter how much I hated it, I grounded him on Monday without consulting Blaine." Rachel looked at him, a little put it out by that, "yeah I know. Bad move, but there was nothing I could do, you should've seen him."

"Anyway" he hurried, hoping Rachel would stop looking at him with her disapproving eyes, he knew he'd been wrong. She didn't need to make him feel worse about it. "Matthew's grounded right now, yet he came home at half past nine last night. What can I do to make him come back without locking him in his room" he questioned.

"Have you thought about taking him to school and picking him up" she suggested with a light shrug. "I know that's what Carson's sister does with her boys, if they're ever grounded, she takes them everywhere. Not only does she know where he is, but she know's it embarrasses him. It's tough love" she shrugged, "but it works."

Now, that had been an idea he hadn't thought of. The two of them pretty much decided when they worked so their work days could start a little later, if they dropped him off and picked him up, "you know what Rach, that's a brilliant idea" he said thoughtfully, "I'd have to talk to Blaine, but."

He would need to talk to Blaine about it later, but it seemed like a great idea. Matthew would probably talk back and act up, but at the moment they didn't really have a choice. Matthew needed to learn and if that meant they had to go to such lengths, then so be it.

"Well" she smiled smugly, "I do have them occasionally. Speaking of Blaine, how is he" she asked.

Kurt swallowed before deciding how to answer, "yeah he's fine. Work's really good, he's just had a handful of new deal's signed and he's well on the way to finishing his 5th album, so he's all good" he smiled.

Rachel sighed, "Kurt, Sweetie you know that's not what I meant." He knew that wasn't what she meant, but that's all he was going to tell her. He was trying to forget about it until the results were back, but no she had to bring it up.

He didn't mean to snap, he just didn't like talking about it. "He's fine Rachel, so please just drop it" he said his tone harsher than intended. Rubbing at his forehead, Kurt wished he could just have one day where he didn't have to think about what could be wrong with his husband.

"I'm sorry Kurt" Rachel said sadly, "I care about you all so much. Just know that whatever you need, we're here okay? If you need us to have the kids, don't hesitate. Carson loves having a house full of kids, so don't even think twice, okay?"

Kurt sighed, but smiled in thanks. He did appreciate it and he did know that Rachel and Carson would be here for them if and when they needed, but he didn't like to think about it. They'd be fine, Blaine would be fine, everything would be fine.

"We don't have the result's Rachel" he sighed rubbing at his forehead, talking quietly so to make sure Henley didn't hear, that was the last thing he needed. "We've still got a few weeks so we're trying not to think about it" he admitted, even though when they were in bed, wrapped in a tight embrace, it was all he could think about.

"He's going to be fine Rachel" he said convincingly, more for himself than for Rachel but he wasn't convincing anyone. He had no idea if Blaine would be okay, but he had to keep thinking he would be fine. He didn't really have much of a choice, life couldn't change for the sake of their kids.

Rachel sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "I know he will Kurt, but whatever you need, Carson and I are here for you. No matter what, no matter when. Okay?"

Looking to his best friend, he had no idea what he would do without her. "Thank you Rachel" he nodded with a smile, taking her hand in his. He wanted to say something that could portray how much it meant to him, but he couldn't so he settled with "just thank you."

Rachel kissed him on the cheek and leant her head on his shoulder, "love you" she smiled.

He smiled at Rachel, she was probably the only girl, outside of his family, that he could say the words to and know he absolutely meant them. "I love you too" he smiled, leaning his head against hers.

10 minutes later, Rachel walked back in the room with fresh, hot cups of coffee. They smelt amazing. "I can't believe how quick they're growing up" she said taking the seat opposite him again, their conversation from earlier being left at that. He didn't want to think about it, let alone talk about it and he was glad Rachel understood.

"I know" he smiled looking proudly at his little girl who looked up long enough from her drawing to smile and wave before turning back and concentrating on the line she was drawing. "Henley start's school next year, it seems like only yesterday we brought her home from the hospital."

The two watched their little girls in silence, the two filtering through memories and wondering how on earth they were growing up so fast. It was crazy, the boys were graduating from High School this year, Henley would be off to school soon. It was crazy.

"The boys are graduating from High School this year," he said a little breathlessly as the realisation hit him. "Noah and Matthew graduate High School this year, wow that makes me feel old" he laughed a little breathlessly.

Noah wanted to make it on Broadway, thankfully that meant he'd probably apply to NYADA so he wouldn't be going too far. But Matthew still had no idea, he could end up anywhere. "After High School it's college, that's how it works" he rationalised, trying not to panic as Rachel watched him with a smile.

"They could end up anywhere" he said aloud, his hands started to swear and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. Over the last few years he'd finally managed to control his anxiety attacks, at least he thought he had. "They'll be moving out" he trailed off, trying not to show how terrified that made him.

They weren't legal adults until 21, but most kids always move into halls or accommodation when they went to College, it was all a part of growing up. When he'd been moving to New York for College he'd been so excited, it had been one of the best experiences. But now it was his boys, he couldn't be anymore nervous.

"Kurt breath" Rachel said calmly, she'd dealt with him and his anxiety attacks all their life. "You've got plenty of time okay, the boys aren't going anywhere right now" she said reassuringly reaching her hand across the table. "Breath and take a sip of your coffee, okay?"

So he did as he was told, he took a deep breath and a sip of his coffee. He repeated that until his hands stopped shaking and he finally felt human again, it took no more than a few minutes. "Sorry" he laughed it off, "I guess it hadn't really hit me that the boys could be leaving next year" he said with an unconvincing chuckle, trying to brush off his attack.

Rachel smiled, that reassuring smile that always made him feel a better. "Yeah, there's still plenty of time" he agreed. He couldn't get stressed over this, not now. Plus, their boys were old enough now, they'd soon be adults and he was sure harder times were just around the corner.

"Speaking of time" Rachel started, squirming in her seat. That caught Kurt's attention, Rachel never squirmed unless she was nervous. "There's something I need to talk to you abou-"

She never had the chance to finish when the house shook with a slammed door. The two looked at each other in confusion, but as soon as they heard the sound of heels hitting the wooden floor, they new exactly who it was. "Santana" he said in greeting as she walked in.

"Auntie Tanna" Henley squealed, jumping up and throwing herself at her with as much force as a 4 year old could. Mckenzie looked at her, waved and then decided to go back to drawing. Usually Santana would pretend to be offended, but it was obvious she was in a very bad mood.

Regardless, she bent down and picked his little girl up and set her on her hip. "Hello pinky, how are you" she grinned. Pinky was Santana's nick name for Henley, he had no idea how it had come to be, but Henley loved it. Her face lit up, her cheeks glowing. "Your hair looks very nice today" she smiled pulling on one of her natural black curls.

"Thanks! Daddy did it" she said pointing at him and smiling beautifully. "You look very prettyful today Auntie Tanna" she complimented looking at her outfit with narrowed eyes, "but I don't think you're wearing the right shoes."

He and Rachel started laughing, Mckenzie looked to them to see what was happening. Santana looked a little taken aback but she was smiling none the less, "oh is that right" she asked glancing towards him and all he could do is shrug. "And what shoes do you think I should be wearing?"

Henley seemed to think about it for a little bit, staring at her outfit critically, "red heels" she said after a moment. "Like the ones Daddy's just made" she smiled, clapping excitidley. "The one's with the strappy things" she considered, "yeah those would work much nicer" she said looking proud.

Santana nodded and Kurt had to give his little girl credit, she was right. The shoes she was wearing worked, but his newly designed red heels would've worked better. "You know what Missy, I think you're right. Maybe you can try and get Daddy to give me a pair" she pretended to whisper in her ear. "You think you could do that for Auntie Tanna?"

Henley nodded with so much effort it probably hurt, "Henley's on it" she smiled holding out her little fist. Kurt was surprised by that and Santana was too, so Henley explained. "Dad says you have to punch my fist with your's" she smiled.

Kurt laughed, dropping his head into his hands as Mckenzie moved to her Mum's laps. He couldn't believe Blaine had taught her that already, it was so like him. "There you go" Henley smiled, "and you pull back and then 'boom!" she shouted, making them all jump.

Santana laughed and kissed Henley on the head before putting her down. "You know that picture you're working on, can Auntie Tanna have it when you're finished" she asked bending down to her level.

Henley nodded before running back and dropping to her knees, hurrying to perfect her masterpiece. Santana made her way to the sofa and sat next to him, her foul mood seeming to have disappeared. "You can tell she's your daughter can't you" she joked, nudging him in the side.

"What can I say, she's the daughter of a Fashion Designer" he laughed, staring proudly at his daughter who had her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth while she concentrated.

Santana scoffed, "you could say that again."

Rachel shook her head but smiled as Mckenzie cuddled up on her lap, her eyes already drooping. "So what is it that had you walking through my house with such an attitude" she teased, rearranging Mckenzie so they were both comfortable.

Santana fell back against the sofa and sighed before throwing herself forward and diving into her problems. "Basically the wedding cake people are being such muppets" she said angrily. Kurt still couldn't help but smile, both girls were so great at watching their language around kids, they'd had 16 years of practice.

"They're telling me they won't be able to make it because they have too many orders and I was just like, do you even know who I am!? I put that order in 4 weeks ago and they're only now getting back to me now, it takes the fudging mick" she complained dropping her head into her hands.

Rachel and Kurt shared a look, it was so like her to get so pissed off before looking for a solution. "Santana if that's your only problem I don't mind making the cake" he suggested wondering why she hadn't just asked him in the first place. Rachel had and she'd been very specific, he'd had a headache for weeks.

The relief in her eyes made him feel pretty bad for her, Santana was always stressed but she hardly ever looked so thankful. "Really" she asked grabbing his leg, "you'd make the cake for me" she asked in a way that sounded like she was one step away from begging if he'd said no.

"Of course I would Satan" he smiled, taking her hand. He knew he should've dropped the nickname what with the kids, but he loved it too much. "I made Rachel's cake and I'd happily make yours."

Santana launched herself at him, throwing her arms around her and holding on so tight he was struggling to breath, "oh my days, thank you Kurt. Thank you so much, I honest to man thought we were going to have to cancel the wedding" she said over his shoulder.

Kurt looked to Rachel and raised his eyebrow, she was going to cancel her wedding of 12 months planning because of a cake? Wow this woman was a drama queen. "No problem, I know you guys would do the same for me. Well, if either of you could bake" he added as an after thought.

"Oh man, thanks Kurt, so much" she breathed, pulling back and reaching for his coffee, practically draining the entire cup and handing the empty cup back to him. She let out a deep breath as he looked to her cup and to Rachel who was laughing quietly as Mckenzie slept in her lap. "So, what were you taking about" she asked making herself comfortable.

Kurt's eyes widen and then narrowed at his friend, Santana came in with a face like murder all because of a cake, and now she's smiling as if there's no place she'd rather be. His friends were so temperamental. "Oh, Rachel! You were about to says something weren't you" he asked, making a point of putting his very empty coffee cup down.

There it was again, that face Rachel made when she was nervous. Her nose scrunched up and she avoided both their gazes as they watched in waiting. "Rach is everything okay" he asked, concerned.

His tone caught Henley's attention because she wondered over to him and asked to be picked up. "Daddy's fine Sweetie" he smiled, kissing her on the head before she tucked it against his chest, snuggling close, probably tired, they'd been here a few hours.

The silence continued as Rachel avoided looking at them, "oh come on Rach, we don't got all day" Santana sighed in irritation, but it was clear as she leant forward that she was just as concerned and intrigued as he was.

Finally Rachel looked up from Mckenzie, a huge grin on her face. "I'm pregnant!"

Kurt's mouth fell open and he was sure Santana's did too. "You're pregnant" he hush-shouted considering their were now two sleeping girls in the room. "Oh my god Rachel that's amazing" he congratulated, wishing he could give her a hug.

"Congrats Rachel" Santana smiled, "that's amazing" she said sincerely, but she dropped her gaze. Santana had been trying to get pregnant for a while but it wasn't really working. Then when the wedding drew closer she decided to stop trying because of her dress, but they all knew how it got to her.

Kurt was still a little gobsmacked, he had no idea Rachel wanted another child, this was so exciting. "Wow, Rach, I am so happy for you" he grinned again, having no idea what else he could say.

"We hit 12 weeks last week" she smiled, looking back to the little girl she loved more than anything in life. "Carson's hoping for a little boy" she smiled brushing the hair out of Mckenzie's eyes, "me. I couldn't care less" she grinned, looking to them with bright eyes.

Kurt was still a little shocked, but ever so excited. That meant birthday parties and baby showers and another angel he'd get to see grow into a fine human being. Hearing this great news made him itch for another one, but he knew 3 was at Henley sleeping in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder what Blaine would think.

Santana ran a hand through Henley's hair and smiled, "can you believe how far we've come" she said looking between the two of them. No one really knew what to say to that, but they knew they didn't have to say anything. They'd come far and they'd done it together.


"What do you mean I have to come to the school" Blaine asked concerned after stepping out of his recording booth the moment the school's number had flashed up on his phone. "What's he done" he asked, anger replacing concern as the Head Mistress spoke on the other end.

Adam was looking at him in concern, the kids used to spend a lot of time here when it first opened, the staff loved them. "Matthew threw an eraser at the teacher" he repeated in complete disbelief.

He saw Adam cover his mouth with his hand and all he wanted to do was cry, he couldn't understand what was going through his son's head. "Do you want me to pick him up now or" he asked glancing at his watch, there wasn't much left of the school day anyway, it was already 2:15pm.

Blaine nodded, "no that's fine Mrs Graves. I'll be there as soon as I can" he sighed. "Yep, uh-huh. Okay, I'll be there soon. Thank you" he finished, hanging up the phone.

"You alright" Adam asked, turning off the sound system.

Blaine sighed and ran his hand down his face, he wasn't alright but it wasn't Adam's burden. "Everything's fine, Matthew's just got into some trouble at school" he explained. "I have to go Adam, can we pick this up tomorrow" he sighed, reaching for his bag, all ready to dial Kurt's number.

"Yeah of course" Adam nodded, "Livvie asked me to stop by her booth if I had some time so I'll try and get her last track recorded this afternoon. One less thing to worry about next week" he supplied helpfully.

Blaine nodded, hearing what he said but not really caring, "okay yeah. That would be great. Thanks Adam," he said, turning to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow" he said, unsure if Adam heard him as the door slammed behind him. Walking to his car, Blaine tried to think of ways to make Matthew learn, but he had no idea.

Once on the road, he called Kurt from his handsfree. "Hey Baby, how's the recording going" Kurt asked as soon as he picked up. He could hear Rachel and Santana talking in the background and it didn't surprise him he was still there. Kurt and Henley usually got home after he did.

"Not so great" he replied looking over his shoulder. "I just got a phone call from school" he hurried before Kurt could panic, "turns out Matthew thought it would be a good idea to throw an eraser at his teacher" he grumbled. How could his son be so stupid!?

Kurt gasped, "he didn't" he replied and Blaine just knew Rachel and Santana would be looking at him in concern as Kurt ran a hand through his hair. Blaine nodded, knowing Kurt would know he had, "why would he do that?"

"Well" Blaine replied, his irritation obvious. "According to Mrs Graves, Matthew didn't like the task his teacher set them and decided that the solution was to throw an eraser at him. He was sent straight to the Head Mistresses office and I'm heading there to talk to her and pick him up now."

Growling, Blaine hit his hands on the steering wheel in frustration, "come on" he yelled after having to stop at a red. "Are you freaking kidding me!?" He hated getting angry, but he'd woken up feeling like crap, he couldn't stop worrying about Matthew and now this!

"Calm down baby" Kurt said reassuringly, he could tell he was leaving the room. "Don't get yourself stressed out you know what the Doctor said" Kurt whispered. Blaine momentarily dropped his head into his hands, sighing before looking back to the light that was still on red.

That was the last thing he needed to think about right now, but Kurt was right, he shouldn't be getting stressed. "Look Kurt, I'm sorry okay" he breathed. "We just, we need to do something about Matthew and we need to do it soon" he exclaimed a little hysterically, sighing in relief when the lights changed.

He could hear movement and he knew Kurt was sitting on the stairs in Rachel's porch way. "I know baby" he said soothingly and it actually made him feel a little better. "And I just might have figured out a way to make him understand."

Blaine showed his ID to the security guard outside the school and continued the long drive down the road. The boys were at a public school, they'd thought about sending the boys to a private school but in the end agreed on a public school. Blaine hadn't agreed from the beginning, being a private school boy and all, but they'd made the right decision. Well, for Noah at least.

The security system was put in place after the last gun scare locally, and thankfully that had been a year before the boys had started making it a safe place for them considering their professions. "Yeah, and this ones going to work, how" he asked bitterly, instantly feeling bad as Kurt sighed.

Blaine's hands were shaking, his head was killing him and he felt like he was going to pass out. "Are you almost at the school" Kurt asked, concerned. He smiled a little at that, Kurt knew how he was feeling without being there. Blaine nodded, finding it hard to keep his breathing normal, he hated this.

"Did you want to let you go now? Or should I come and meet you there, I could be there in 5 mini-"

For a fleeting moment he considered waiting for Kurt to get here, but maybe if he went in alone he'd get more out of Matthew. "It's fine Kurt" he smiled, parking the car. "I need to do this" he breathed, "I just need a few minutes," and he knew Kurt would understand.

He knew Kurt was nodding and Blaine listened to Kurt's breathing, keeping in time with his as a way to calm himself down. After a few minutes Blaine felt better. "So what's this plan of yours" he asked, part as a distraction and part as a sign of hope. If they had a plan to fix this, maybe facing Mrs Graves wouldn't be so difficult.

"Well, Rachel suggested that when we ground Matthew, we drop him to school and pick him up" Kurt said carefully, gauging his reaction. "That way we know where he is and we make sure he's home when he's supposed to be."

He knew Kurt was waiting for an answer, probably trying to figure out his reaction but the idea sounded promising. Even so, they were running out of options and they had to do something. "It would embarrass him in front of his friends, and I know it's tough love" Kurt defended, "but his reputation is all he really cares about."

For the first time in weeks, Blaine felt hope. "You know, I think that could work" he laughed, hysterically or out of relief he wasn't sure. "If his reputation is really all he cares about, it make sense to threaten that somehow" he thought aloud as he stepped out of the car.

"It's definitely worth giving it a shot" Kurt shrugged, "but if that doesn't work." Kurt stopped and Blaine understood why, if that didn't work, what then?

Blaine refused to dwell on it, shaking his head he decided to change the conversation. "Enough about Matthew, how's your day been? How's the girls? All four of them I mean" he laughed as walked through the schools main entrance.

Kurt laughed and the sound made him smile, "it's been great and I have some amazing news to tell you later" Kurt said, a smile in his voice.

"What kind of news? And why can't you tell me now" he half whined, intrigued and thankful Kurt had managed to distract him, even if it was for 5 minutes.

Kurt laughed, probably imagining pouting. "Because if I tell you now and the meeting doesn't go well, I won't have anything to cheer you up with afterwards" Kurt smiled and Blaine didn't know what to say.

He had been so fortunate to meet Kurt when he did, that man had changed everything in the best possible way. "I love you, you know that" he chuckled standing outside reception.

"And I love you" Kurt replied, "now go speak to Mrs Graves. I'll be home by the time you guys get back, alright?" Blaine nodded, his smile faltering as he saw Matthew kicking his feet against the chair as he waited outside Mrs Graves office looking bored.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine prepared himself for this mentally and psychically. "I'll see you in a bit Sweetheart" he said looking to the floor. "I'll text you as soon as I'm out. Love you." After Kurt told him he loved him one more time, he hung up and shoved it in his pocket.

He looked to his son through the glass once more, before taking another deep breath and forcing himself to walk through that door. Regardless of what happened in that office, today, things were going to change.


"Noah, can you please bring Henley in with you" Kurt called from the kitchen, Noah and Henley were sat in the front room having a tea party while Matthew had been sent to his bedroom until dinner.

Blaine was talking to Nick and Jeff on Skype in their study, it had been planned for ages and it had taken a lot of convincing for him not to cancel. Once the salad was all prepped he stirred the spaghetti, before knocking on the study door once.

Staring at the stairs, Kurt really wasn't in the mood to deal with Matthew if he was being honest. Once Blaine and Matthew had come home, Matthew was sent upstairs and Noah took Henley outside to give them a moment and Blaine just broke down. He'd had enough of Matthew's attitude.

Taking a deep breath, he climbed the stairs and knocked once on Matthew's door, already knowing he wouldn't be able to hear him over his music. After 10 seconds he walked in, "Matthew, dinners ready." Matthew was lying on his bed, staring at his phone and not responding. "Matthew, did you hear me" he asked after turning off his music, irritated that he'd had to repeat himself. "Dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry" Matthew grumbled, not looking away from his phone. Kurt shook his head, he hated that their boys had mobile phones, but they'd been given them as soon as they started going to school on their own. That and he felt better being able to contact them at any given time.

Making a bold move, he sat on the edge of Matthew's bed. "Sweetie, you need to eat. You didn't eat your lunch" he said concerned. His concern soon turning into irritation when Matthew continued to ignore him.

So Kurt did what he had to do, not what he wanted too. He took Matthew's phone right out of his hands and turned it off. "What the hell are you doing Kurt!?" Matthew exploded, and Kurt had to admit hearing Matthew call him 'Kurt,' it broke his heart. Matthew hadn't called him that since the day he and Blaine got engaged.

He knew 'Daddy' sounded childish, but the kids had always called him that, what were they going to change it too? He wasn't having 'Father' or 'Papa' and that was all the options they really had. "Give it back! Thats mine" Matthew shouted, sitting up but making no attempt to get his phone back.

Crossing his arms, Kurt stood his ground, even if all he wanted to do was cry. "You can have this back once you've had dinner" and with that he turned and left, closing the door behind him. If Matthew didn't want to eat, then he clearly didn't want his phone. It was that simple.

He took a minute, leaning against the wall and tried to compose himself before heading downstairs. When Matthew had called him Kurt, it was like someone had slapped him across the face. Taking a deep breath, he shook it off, Blaine couldn't know about this, it would only make things worse.

When he walked into the dining room, Blaine was already covering a 5th plate with foil and putting it back in the oven. "Blaine" he smiled, putting Matthew's phone in his back pocket, "I told you I'd set the table" he smiled.

"I know" Blaine said kissing him briefly before setting the plate of bread in the centre of the table, "but I decided to do it." They smiled at each other as they took their usual seats. The two sat next to each other, Henley was in her special chair next to him and Noah sat next her.

"Thank you for getting Henley sorted for dinner Noah" he smiled, gesturing to the dinner shirt she was wearing. "There's just a lot going on with your brother" he sighed, "but I'm sure it'll all work out eventually." Noah nodded, but he could tell he didn't really agree with him and that only made everything worse.

Regardless Noah shrugged it off, "I don't mind" he smiled, honestly. "I'm happy to help out whenever I can. I know Matthew's being a bit of a pain so, don't worry about it."

Once again Kurt felt tears in his eyes, but this time it was because he was so grateful to have Noah in his life. "Thanks little man. Your Dad and I really appreciate the help. It means a lot" he said, squeezing Blaine's hand.

Noah shrugged, "it's okay Daddy. I really don't mind" he grinned, reaching for a piece of bread to dip into his bolognese.

Nodding, he and Blaine shared a look before they decided to let Noah enjoy the rest of his meal. The two of them also digging into the portion on their plate. They maybe having problems with Matthew, but everyday Noah was like a breath of fresh air, he always managed to brighten even the darkest of days.

"This is so good Daddy" Henley smiled, sauce all over face and down her top. "Really really good. Can I have some bread now please" she asked, putting her dirty hands on her face and leaving bolognese hand prints that made him laugh.

Blaine passed him the plate, he too laughing at their mess of a 4 year old."You can only have 1 piece though okay" he told her, subtly directing her towards the smallest piece. "You won't have any room for dessert otherwise." Henley mumbled a thanks before proceeding to drop spaghetti all down her top.

Once the plates were empty and the usual dinner table chit chat about school, Glee and Logan had slowed, Kurt decided to take this opportunity to share Rachel's good news. Henley was sat on Blaine's lap as Blaine wiped off her hands and face, laughing as they did so.

He watched the two for a moment before shifting in his seat, he was already getting excited about their reactions. "So! Ive got some exciting news to tell you guys" he smiled, reaching for his glass of water and purposely taking a long sip.

"Finally" Blaine chuckled, wrapping one of Henley's curls around his finger as she played with one of his braces. "Is this the news you've been so nastily keeping from me since earlier" Blaine teased, blowing him a kiss.

Kurt stuck his tongue out at him, "not nastily" he smiled. "I was just waiting for the perfect time and place and now seems as good as any" he grinned. "But if you don't want to know, that's cool" he shrugged, trying to hide his smile.

He was sure Blaine was about to say something but Noah beat him to it. "You say good news Daddy, but what kind of good news" he asked sipping his lemonade. "Is it the 'my brand new shoe designs turned up today' or the 'we're going to Disneyland' kind of news?"

Blaine shook his head laughing, "Noah! They are both the best kinds of news" he agreed, not missing the way Blaine winked at Noah, causing him to laugh. "But will you stop bringing up Disneyland? We've promised you we will go and we will, okay?"

Noah took a deep, dramatic sigh before resting his head in his hands. "So what is this good news then" Noah asked, smiling.

"Well" Kurt started, ready to drag this out for as long as he possibly could.

Unfortunately he didn't get the chance. "Daddy" Henley said, tapping him on the arm. "Is this the good news that Auntie Rachel is preg-e-nant? Or are we actually going to Disneyland" she asked seriously. "I think I'd prefer Disneyland" she continued while both Blaine and Noah stared at him with open mouths.

Kurt looked to Blaine who looked confused and excited, "Rachel's pregnant? As in, expecting another mini human being" he asked, looking as excited as he would if the child was there own. Kurt could relate.

At that remark, Kurt turned Blaine and shook his head. "Are you being serious Dad" Noah asked, staring at his Dad dumbfounded. "What other kind of pregnant is there?"

Blaine shook his head, ignoring them. "I'm sorry but this is just so exciting! Rachel's pregnant! I didn't even know they wanted another one" he said, putting the plates on top of each other.

"Me either" he shrugged taking Henley from Blaine when he offered her. "She's due in February and they couldn't be more ecstatic" he smiled, kissing Henley on her forehead. "Auntie Rachel was happy wasn't she Sweetie?"

Henley nodded, "she was so happy she was crying!" Blaine put a hand to his chest, smiling.

"Dad's" Henley asked from Kurt's arms as he watched Blaine and Noah dancing as they cleaned the kitchen. They both stopped mid routine. "Can you guys get pregnant" she asked and Blaine had to nudge Noah in the shoulder to get him to stop laughing.

Kurt laughed a little, it was funny, but he didn't want Henley to feel bad for asking the question in the first place. "It doesn't quite work that way Princess" Blaine said, leaning against the side, his face red as he tried to contain his own laugher. Noah had resorted to turning around, his whole body was shaking and all Kurt could do was shake his head. "Why do you ask?"

Henley shrugged as she played with his tie. "I want another baby brother or sister too that's all. Just wondered how you got one."

Blaine looked as surprised as he felt. His cheeks were a vibrant shade of red and his hand had fallen slack at his side. Noah turned around, just as gobsmacked as they were. "Can you put me down now so I can go play" Henley asked, completely oblivious. "I'll bring my crayons in here so you can still see me!"

Kurt nodded and he put her down, she ran and got her crayons and perched herself on the floor out of the way and started singing quietly to herself. Kurt ran his hand through his hair, looking at Blaine who looked as if he had no idea what he should be feeling right now.

Noah looked like he was about to say something but he held up his hand, there was no doubt Henley was listening to everything they were saying. "We will talk about this later" he said, his voice breaking and Noah laughed, but nodded. Blaine looked at him as if the conversation couldn't wait, "we can't do this now" he whispered, gesturing to Henley who quickly looked back down to her crayons.

Blaine nodded reluctantly and Noah sat at the table, getting out his homework as the two of them finished putting the dishes away. "What you working on" Blaine asked Noah, ruffling his hair once they were done.

"Just algebra" he shrugged, "nothing exciting."

"You know your Daddy and I are always here if you need a hand" he said, leaning into have a look at what exactly he was working on. "Or maybe not" he laughed. "How the hell does a plus b equals d" he said picking up one of Noah's books. "I think you're gonna have to speak to Uncle Carson instead. Kurt do you get this" Blaine asked, passing him the book.

Kurt looked at the book and laughed, "I couldn't understand this stuff in High School and I still can't figure it out now" he chuckled, passing Noah back the book so he could continue with his homework.

Making him and Blaine a fresh cup of coffee, he jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind. "I can't believe Rachel's pregnant" Blaine breathed against his neck.

"It kind of gets you thinking doesn't it" he replied as he stirred their coffee's. He felt Blaine stiffen around him and he instantly regretted bringing it up. They had 3 kids, they didn't really need another one.

Blaine turned him around so they were facing each other, "Kurt are you being serious" he whispered stepping closer to him so the kids couldn't overhear. Kurt couldn't really tell if Blaine was scared or excited.

Kurt smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "it was just an idea. I mean we could" he smiled playing with a lose curl of Blaine's, "but then again we don't have too."

"Do you really want to do it all again" Blaine asked, a smile playing on the edge of his lips. "The sleepless nights, the worry, the fame? I mean, thats another 17 years?" There was an edge to Blaine's tone and it made him excited and nervous.

"It would be worth it" Kurt grinned, kissing Blaine before handing him his coffee as if they hadn't just discussed having another child. "Just something to think about" he smiled before heading towards the front room.

Blaine continued to stand there, clearly caught off guard but Kurt wasn't concerned. If they decided to have a child together, great. If not, they already had Henley and he was more than happy with that. Like he'd said, it was just an idea.

Sitting on the sofa, Blaine joined him and Henley was quick to move all of her things into the living room. Once Noah had finished his homework they sat down to watch a movie. Eventually they could hear movement in Matthew's room, but he still never came downstairs. Kurt knew he'd come down the moment they'd all gone to bed.

Resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, Kurt sighed. Things weren't perfect right now, but perfect didn't exist.


- Saturday 21st September 2027 -

"Dad, please can I go to Rachel's party tonight? Please" Matthew pleaded as he followed Blaine around the kitchen. "Dad, come on!"

Blaine shook his head, he and Kurt had discussed this. As much as they hated keeping Matthew from something he really wanted, he needed to learn. "Matthew, I'm sorry, but the answer's no."

"Dad!" Matthew yelled dropping his head into his hands. "Look, you've already been my personal car service by taking me too and from school every day! You've made me look like a child in front of all of my friends, isn't that punishment enough!?"

Blaine smiled a little to himself as he shut the fridge, at least their plan was working. "Look Matthew, I'm sorry but you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't ignored us when we grounded you, you'd be going to Rachel's party tonight" he said, starting on the pancakes.

Matthew followed him around before sitting and watched him, hoping he would change his mind no doubt. "What" Matthew asked, his expression one of confusion. "I was grounded, that meant I wasn't going anywhere until Monday" he said, his tone a little shaky as realisation seemed to dawn on him.

"We were never going to stop you going to Rachel's party" he explained, hating seeing his son so sad. "As long as you did what we asked, stuck to our rules and thought you couldn't go, that was punishment enough in our eyes" he explained.

He could hear Kurt shouting to Rachel from the door, something about bye and looking after his Princess. Henley was spending the day with Carson and Rachel today, they were taking Mckenzie to the zoo and thought it would like a trail run for when the baby gets here.

"You mean, if I'd come home straight after school all week, I'd be going to Rachel's tonight" Matthew asked, his hands gripping his hair tightly. He nodded, trying not to smirk as he stared at the mixture. At least something was working. "Are you kidding me" he grumbled, burying his head in his hands.

Blaine hated doing this to him, but after his stunt at school, he needed to learn. "I'm sorry Matthew, but you've no one to blame for having to miss Rachel's party but yourself. You know how much your Dad and I hate doing this to you" he sighed.

Kurt walked back in then, "I always hate saying goodbye to her" he smiled a little sadly. "You two okay" he asked after fetching his coffee from the table and leaning against the side next to the stove.

Blaine gestured to Matthew, knowing Kurt would understand exactly what they were talking about. "Daddy, please" Matthew said putting a hand on Kurt's arm. Blaine noticed a weird look in his husbands eyes when Matthew said the word 'Daddy.' He made a mental note to ask about it later.

"Please let me go to Rachel's party tonight" he asked again, looking like he was just about to beg. "Come on! She'll kill me if I don't go" he tried to reason, and Blaine had to stifle a laugh.

He loved Kurt, of course he did, with everything he had. But if Matthew was hoping for one of them to change their mind, he was definitely barking up the wrong tree. He would happily admit he is a huge softy and a massive pushover when it comes to their kids, and that always annoyed Kurt.

If Matthew wasn't getting anywhere with him, which he wasn't and it actually hurt Blaine to be so harsh to his son, then he wasn't going to get anywhere with Kurt. Kurt had always been stronger when it came to disciplining their kids.

Kurt swallowed before putting his hand over Matthew's, "look Sweetie. We're sorry, but the final answer is no. We gave you the option to behave and you ended up getting sent home from school for throwing a rubber at a teacher" Matthew winced, thats something. "And after missing curfew" Kurt explained carefully.

Matthew sunk his head into his hand, Kurt still holding the other one. At least he wasn't fighting them about this. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to explain to her why you can't go" Kurt said rubbing the back of Matthew's hand.

"Look Matthew, you know we wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary" he explained, "but as your parents we can only take so much bad behaviour until we need to step in" he said softly, watching his son who's eyes were now closed.

He looked to Kurt helplessly, he felt so guilty, but they had to do this. "Matthew, Sweetie. Your Dad and I should've stepped in a long time ago, but we love you too much to punish you" Kurt explained in a voice that was soothing. "Maybe we should've done it earlier, but the point is you need to learn and this, you've forced us into a corner and this is the last straw."

"I've learnt my lesson though" Matthew exploded, jumping out of his seat and knocking it over, making him jump out of his skin. Was he ever going to get over being scared of anything sudden or loud? "I have!"

"Matthew, will you calm down" Kurt said sternly, reaching for Blaine's arm. He hated it so much when Matthew acted like this, it always took him back to the days of his abusive childhood. He didn't want Matthew to turn out like his Father, he hadn't raised him that way.

Matthew was breathing heavy, his palm's resting on top of the table. "Look, you embarrased me in front of my friends this week, I never want that to happen again" he shouted, "so lesson learnt!"

Blaine shook his head at Matthew's angry and pleading gaze, "I'm sorry Matthew but-"

"I hate you! I hate you both" Matthew shouted as loud as he could before running upstairs, slamming his bedroom door and making the whole house vibrate.

Blaine dropped his head into his hands, "I hate this" he mumbled into his palms.

Kurt wrapped his arm around him and pulled him against his side, "I know baby, me too" he mumbled, kissing the top of his head. "He needs to learn" he said into his hair, and Blaine knew he was right.

No matter how much they hated this, no matter how much Matthew hated them right now, they were doing the right thing. They were.


Noah was just about to leave his room when he heard Matthew telling his Dad's how much he hated. He heard the slam of a bedroom door and then not much else. His Dad's had taken it away as a lesson.

He sighed, wondering if he should try and talk to Matthew again. It didn't turn out all that well last time what with him being pushed out of his room, but it couldn't hurt.

Matthew had been acting like such an asshole and it had been upsetting their Dad's for months now and they didn't deserve that. Blaine always took it so personally and he hated watching his Dad blame himself. Every time Matthew hit something or got aggressive, Blaine was right that back in his abusive childhood and that wasn't fair.

His Daddy could handle it much better. Well, it wasn't that he could handle it better, he was just better at hiding just how much it did all upset him. He really hoped Matthew would get over this soon, but what if he didn't? What would happen to them al then?

Checking he had everything he'd need when he left, he shut his bedroom door behind him and slowly made his way to Matthew's door. He was afraid to knock, Matthew had dismissed him so easily last time and it had stung. They used to be inseparable, but that didn't seem to matter to Matthew anymore.

He would never give up on his brother, he would always keep trying. But there was only so much he could do, if Matthew wasn't willing to make any effort, then was there really any point. Regardless, he took a deep breath and forced himself to knock, today he was trying.

After the third knock, Matthew still hadn't responded. The music wasn't an excuse this time, so Matthew was just ignoring him. Fantastic. "Matthew, it's me. Are you okay" he asked, pushing the door too and stepping just inside, but no further. Matthew was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Matthew wasn't replying, but he wasn't yelling either so he took that as a good sign to continue. "Matthew, what's wrong with you" he asked nervously. "Something is clearly wrong, you're hurting everyone who loves you and you don't even seem to care."

Noah watched as Matthew rolled on his side, facing away from him. "Matthew, our Dad's have done absolutely everything humanly possible for us and you're paying them back by hurting them" he asked sadly. "They don't deserve it" he explained though he was sure it wouldn't make a difference.

He could see Matthew was shaking his head but he was still choosing not to reply. "Matthew, you need to talk to someone. I know you don't talk to me anymore, but you need to talk to someone" he said, clutching at his bag. "Because if you don't, I'm afraid you're going to tear this family apart.

Noah didn't believe that at all, he knew his Dad's could get through anything, but maybe Matthew didn't. "You know every time you hit something unexpectedly it brings up those memories for Dad" he said, grasping at straws. Trying to say something, anything to get Matthew to understand the damage he was doing.

"He told us what it was like for him Matthew. How can you do things like that now when you know exactly how it makes him feel" he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking. Even thinking about what Blaine had to go through when he was a kid, it broke his heart. "After everything he's done for you. How can you keep doing that to him" he asked, genuinely curious.

Matthew knew exactly what it did to Blaine. He knew every detail as to why Blaine would react that way to sudden noises, but he didn't seem to care. He kept doing it. "They're right in stopping you from going to Rachel's party" he said, trying something different. It didn't work either.

Noah sighed, shaking his head. "You need to learn Matthew. And if you've pushed our Dad's to do this, then I'd try and get your act together. I don't know about you, but I don't want to know what they'd do next and it's not even happening to me" he said honestly. He didn't know his parent's could do discipline like this.

Matthew continued to lie there, ignoring everything he'd said. He had one more idea, he hated doing it, but maybe it would be the only thing that would get a reaction. "I'll tell Rachel why you can't be there" he said cooly, and it worked. Matthew was sat up and glaring at him, the words 'if looks could kill' coming to mind.

At least Matthew was alive he thought sighing deeply. "Look Matthew, I need to go but can you at least try and treat our Dad's with respect. They deserve it." Matthew just rolled his eyes before flopping down on his bed and turning away from him.

He couldn't understand why Matthew was being such a dick. He was trying to help but Matthew really couldn't care less. He knew the words wouldn't help, but his brother needed to hear them. "We are so very lucky to have parents like ours and you should try and realise that before it's too late."

With that, he shut the door and left Matthew to sulk in his room. He was sure Blaine was downstairs and could do with a hug from a son that acted like he cared. Matthew was an idiot and their Dad's didn't deserve to suffer because of him.

Walking downstairs, Noah could hear the faint murmur of conversation but couldn't hear it enough to make out individual words so he gave up on ease dropping quite quickly. Walking into the kitchen he saw his Dad's stood in a tight embrace and he just knew Blaine had been crying.

He hated seeing his Dad's so upset when there was nothing he could do about it. He meant every word he'd said to Matthew, they were probably some of the luckiest kids in the world. Their Dad's were always there for them no matter what it cost them. They never wanted for anything, they weren't spoiled like most kids thought they were, they were just brought up right.

Their Dad's always put the 3 of them before everything, their jobs, their social life, everything. Not a lot of parent's did that. Smiling sadly, he walked over and wrapped his arms around both of his Dad's. "I love you both so much" he smiled, squeezing his Dad's tight.

"Oh hey Noah" Blaine said, laughing a little as he tried to quickly wipe away his tears before he could see. Blaine wrapped an arm around him, "you okay Kiddo?"

Noah smiled at him, "I think correct question is are you okay Dad?"

Blaine laughed and he was glad to see that it was genuine, even if his eyes did still look a little sad. "I'm much better now Noah, thank you for asking" he smiled, pulling him in for a hug once Kurt had moved to the kettle. Noah hugged back as tight as he could, being there for his Dad the only way he knew he'd let him.

"You're out today aren't you" his Daddy asked, leaning against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil.

Turning his head in Blaine's embrace he nodded. "Logan's outside, we're going to meet the rest of the Glee kids at the park so we can practice our number" he smiled, still holding onto Blaine.

His Daddy nodded, smiling at them. "Do you know what time you'll be home" Blaine asked, squeezing his shoulder before taking the coffee offered to him.

Noah shook his head, "I was going to ask you. Did you want me home for dinner" he asked, looking at his Dad's and ignoring the vibrating in his pocket. Logan could wait a few minutes, his parent's had always taught him the importance of family.

His Dad's shared a smile and he was glad that Blaine didn't look like he was about to cry anymore. "We're doing dinner for 5, but you don't have to eat with us if you don't want to. Just let us know and we can plate you some up" his Daddy smile, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist.

"I'll be home by 4:30" he smiled, quickly kissing both Dad's on the cheek before heading towards the door. "I've got to go, but I'll see you guys later" he waved, slowly backing towards the door. He heard his Dad's shout 'goodbye' and 'love you' before the door shut behind him.

Once in the car, Logan pulled off of their drive and Noah whipped out his phone. Sending his Dad's a quick message telling them how much he loved them too. "I'm gonna have to take rain check on dinner tonight" he said, typing out his message.

"What? Why" Logan asked, seeming a bit annoyed and Noah would be lying if that didn't make him smile a little bit.

Logan was pouting and he just laughed. "Look, you know you mean a lot to me, but my family does too and tonight I need to be at home" he shrugged, knowing no more explanation was needed.

Logan grumbled his annoyance but seemed to understand. "Matthew again" he asked, focusing on the road.

Noah nodded as his parents text him back telling him not to worry about them and to enjoy the rest of his day. "Matthew again" he agreed, sending his parents one more text before putting his phone away. Things may be tough right now, but he honestly believed it would all work out eventually.


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