It was an ordinary morning in the Anderson/Hummel household. (Although the two men were not yet married, they liked to entitle their home with both surnames.) Maria was sitting at the table, copying her brother's math homework and munching toast. Will was texting. Kurt was in the kitchen making coffee. Blaine was reading the paper.

How suburban.

"I can't believe they only gave Rachel's performance a 4.5 rating. She deserved at least a 5!" Blaine exclaimed, slamming the paper down on the table, making Maria jump.

"I think her voice lacked character that is essential for the role of Fanny Brice," Will muttered, eyes still glued to his phone.

Having grew up with very musical parents, both children had seen pretty much every musical under the sun. Will absolutely loved them. Maria? Not so much.

"Yes, but, to be fair, she was ill. Plus, Jesse is in hospital so I'm sure she had other things on her mind," Kurt said briskly, walking in and handing Blaine his coffee. "Right, I'm off."

Blaine dramatically clutched his heart. "So soon, my love?"

Kurt raised the back of his hand to his forehead. "Indeed, my dove. Tech week!"

Maria giggled at them, pushing Will's math book back towards him. He took no notice and instead grimaced. "Ew, tech week," he sighed sympathetically. Drama was kind of his passion.

Kurt worked on Broadway. He had just finished playing Fiyero in Wicked and was now doing his next show: La Cage aux Folles. With all the rehearsals over, they opened next week. Blaine, on the other hand, was a teacher. He taught Italian and Music, his two passions. Both men were very content with their jobs.

Kurt smiled at his son, and said his goodbyes. The moment he was out of the house, Maria sighed.

"So can we talk about something other than theatre now?" she pleaded.

"You can on the way to school, cause you'll be late if you don't get going now," Blaine chucked, watching his two kids scramble for their bags and shoes.

"Bye guys!" he called after them as they flung open the front door and ran down the path.

"Bye, Dad!" Maria and Will shouted simultaneously as they ran for the bus.

Due to the fact that they had two dads, school was pretty hard for the twins, even though they were tough. Neither one let it bother them, and they had a rule that their dads DO NOT find out. It would just upset them.

Maria was a very tomboyish girl. Her birth mother was a fair haired yet dark skinned lady, and Maria certainly took after her. She kept her straight, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and wore minimal makeup. She didn't really need it, though. She was stunning, with big brown eyes that she got from Blaine, and flawless skin, thanks to Kurt's moisturising routine she followed.

Being tomboyish, she wore simple clothes; jeans and shirts, although they were mostly designer.

Will was the same, looks wise, but had slightly darker hair which he kept looking messy and tousled.

Clothes wise, he wore relatively simple stuff, although he longed for fancy, flamboyant clothes like his Daddy wore. But to steer clear from yet more bullying, jeans and t-shirts were worn.

Speaking of bullying, the moment the two stepped into school, Will was violently shoved into a locker. This was daily stuff, although it was actually the first time it had happened in front of Maria.

"Hey!" The small girl yelled at the guy who had pushed her brother. He turned to her, surrounded by his group of friends.

"Hey, sweet-cheeks."

"What the hell was that? You can't just shove my brother into a locker like that, dickhead!"

The group of boys jeered and wolf-whistled, annoying Maria even more.

"Just leave him alone!" She yelled, before facing her brother.

"Are you okay?"

Will waved her away, as if he didn't have a care in the world, but in actual fact, he did. He did care.

You see, the boy wasn't exactly sure about himself yet. Was he gay or straight? He didn't know. He'd never kissed anyone before, so how should he know? However, the amount of name calling led him to believe that maybe he was gay.

Fag.

Queer.

Fairy.

He knew they were just calling his dads names through him, but it felt like they actually were saying it to him.

Sighing, he composed himself, steered away from the bullies and stalked down the hall.

As the twins walked home from school, Maria decided to address the bullying situation.

"Does it happen often?"

Will kicked a stone across the sidewalk. "No."

"But why did they do it today?"

Will said nothing.

Maria sighed in frustration. "You're not even listening to me!"

"Yes I am, I answered your questions. But I don't know why they did it today. Be that as it may, we're not telling our dads."

Maria stopped her brother and looked him in the eye.

"Will. This is more than just pathetic name-calling. This is serious shit. They deserve to know what's happening to their own son at school, especially since I've seen you come home with bruises more often than not. If it happens again, I'm telling them."

"Whatever," Will retorted, staking away from his sister, heart thudding.

Fuck.