A/N: After that long grueling chapter 1 which was actually an author's note xD hope you enjoy what I've compiled with my lovely co-author xD.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, and cannot credit myself for creating such an amazing thing, but yes – I am a huge fan!
(the real) Chapter One :: Teenagers
"Rosie, oh my god, don't look now but looks like that Greyson guy is totally crushing on you. He keeps looking at you."
Rosemary Anderson-Hummel quickly turned her head and Stephanie Connelly-Cohen smacked her arm.
"Ow Steph- what the hell! He's not looking at me."
Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"Of course not, dipshit – because you turned to look. Besides, the guy's a tool, from what I hear."
"Steph, you say that every guy is a tool."
"Seriously, Johnny was the one that said it. He's on the football team, he should know."
Rose rolled her eyes.
"Name me one sport team your brother isn't on. Why should I take Johnny's word for this one?"
Steph frowned.
"He... heard him saying some slurs."
Rose sighed, that figured. But then again, when a guy looked that cute, and Rose looked this good, she was pretty sure she could turn his judgment around. She was good at that sort of thing.
"I know that face. You're going to convert the homophobe."
"I've done it before."
"I seriously think this guy's a tool – shit – he's coming this way!"
Rose quickly took out her compact and looked at her reflection and started to apply some lipgloss, the typical head cheerleader queen bee demeanor of hers, only looking up when this guy had come up to her.
"So, is your last name Anderson or Hummel?"
Steph snorted into her book, getting a look from this guy that plainly told her to get lost. Whatever, he had tried to get into this, but Johnny had definitely done well to warn her about this guy a few days before. She closed her book and got up when Natalie Chang, a rather leggy Asian approached them, also wearing her Cheer uniform. The three of them, in Cheer, were like the Three Musketeers. They even called one-another this. The three were best friends. Natalie and Stephanie, for the sake of not being branded by a label quite yet, didn't quite make it official, but they had been casually 'seeing' one-another since cheer camp this summer.
"Hey Nat," she commented casually, looping an arm around her.
"Maybe we can go to the gym right now, work on those tucks."
Nat raised an eyebrow. But then saw the dude by Rose. Oh ew, the tool. What the hell was he doing near Rose. Nat shot a look in Rose's direction, which earned her an icy blue-eyed stare. Oh come on Rose, you were being idiotic. Rose spoke up for them.
"Yeah, you girls do need to work on that a bit, they were sloppy yesterday."
This earned her an evil look from her two best friends.
"Excuse me? I'll have you know-" Steph began, but was cut off by Nat, who was better at calming her fiery temper.
"Come on, I'm sure Rose will have a great explanation about her bitchiness later," Nat put in, shooting an equally bitchy look before walking off with Steph, both linked by the pinky, a subtle trait that they had picked up looking at Nat's parents' old yearbooks.
It worked, no one suspected a thing, which was great, for now, until both were ready to come forward.
Greyson's eyes flickered as he scanned the legs of the Asian cheerleader as she walked by. Not bad. Asian chicks were pretty hot, well they had their moments. But for now, this gorgeous Head Cheerleader was the ultimate Homecoming date. She was a shoe-in for queen. Sure, he hadn't been here long, but he was pretty sure he could land King, if he played his cards right. Then again, he had heard of this girl's family, well from his parents. Okay, her brother was a loser. What can you expect by a guy who was raised by two fags. But Rose was a fox. Maybe being raised by two guys, sort of added that feminine twist to her that made her that much hotter.
"So, do I call you Rosemary Anderson? Or Rosemary Hummel? I don't know, saying them both, isn't that a mouthful?"
Rose giggled at this and sighed. "It's both. I go by Rose. It's what happens when neither of your parents want to forfeit their last names."
Greyson raised an eyebrow at this. "Why wouldn't your mom want to give up her name? Don't most chicks give up their names?"
Rose raised an eyebrow at this and smirked. "Well most women, yes. But my mom's different than most moms."
Greyson tilted his head. "Oh, an independent woman? That's kind of hot, a woman being all independent and such."
Rose had to bite back her laughter. She knew that Mom would not be at all amused. She could just see his eyeroll at this and merely smiled. "Too bad Mom's taken by Dad though, right? I mean, if you're into the whole Cougar thing, yeah."
Greyson shook his head. "No – I mean, I'm sure they taught you to be a strong and independent woman. Rose, are you strong and independent? If so, I think it's kind of sexy."
Rosemary flashed a mysterious smile. "Maybe," she put in simply.
Nicholas was just about to approach his sister when he noticed who she was talking to and stopped dead in his tracks and pulled aside Nat and Steph, who had gotten into a conversation with Johnny.
"What the hell is Rose doing talking to that tool?"
Steph rolled her eyes and Nat shrugged. "You tell me," Nat replied, looking really bored at that disgusting interaction. Wait Nick – what are you doing?"
Nick turned around. "I'm putting an end to the stupidity."
Just as he got there, he heard the last bit of the conversation, which really caused his blood to boil.
"So... Homecoming's in a couple of weeks. Is your boyfriend taking you?"
"No boyfriend, sold the last one to pasture, why? Is your girlfriend taking you?"
"No girlfriend, she didn't want to do the whole long-distance thing. I went to school in the UK and all."
"Ahh, yeah I've been there a few times. Mom's really involved with the fashion industry and all."
"Really? My mom too, maybe they know each other or something – what's your mom's name?"
Suddenly the bell rang.
"Ah shit – hold on what's your number, we should talk, hang out."
Rose took his phone and plugged her number in, and smiled. "Call me this afternoon if you're still interested in this independent woman."
She turned and walked gracefully away. Greyson couldn't help but to stare at her retreating back end. "Damn" he mouthed, though he caught the glare from her brother and smirked, doing a rather inappropriate 'blow job' gesture with his hand to his face in Nick's direction, which about caused Nick to throw his shit down and attack. But he kept his cool, but rather pulled his sister by the arm.
"What the hell was that?"
Rosemary jerked her arm back. "Jackass, you know better than to grab me like that," she commented, flashing a smile at passerbys. Yeah, no one ever let on when she was pissed, unless she, herself, allowed it.
"And you know better than to go for any guy who says you're hot. The guy's a tool. Mom and Dad won't go for that type of guy."
Rose's eyes narrowed. "Mom and Dad trust me." She turned around and took her phone out, and texted Mom.
Kurt was just finishing wrapping up a lunch conference with a potential cover model when he got a text from Rose.
Mom, the hottest boy ever just asked me to HC! You've got to help me pick a dress. -R-
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and with his expert ninja-speed texting skills, shot a text his daughter's way.
You know I'm always up for dress shopping. Talk to me this evening, we've got to plan! -Mom-
Rose smirked and flashed the phone in Nick's face. "Beat that."
Nick's eyes narrowed as he took out his phone, but then put it back in his pocket. "You might have Mom fooled, but think of who you're talking to..." With this, he walked off, leaving Rose there, standing, hand on hip, and jaw dropped open. "Nick! You totally suck!" And this argument carried onto the afternoon to boot.
Blaine frowned as the bickering of the two teenagers reached the 'music room' where he had been playing around with his guitar. And sure enough within a few minutes, both of the twins came bursting through the door.
"Daddy, Nick is saying that he's not going to let me go to the dance with Grayson. Tell him that I can go! Besides, I've already gotten Mom to agree to help me pick out something to wear."
Blaine smiled at Rose, knowing that all she had to do was to even mention fashion or such to Kurt and he would fall right into line with whatever plot the two kids had. In fact Blaine was pretty sure that it might have been precisely why she had gone to Kurt in the first place (knowing that Rose took after Kurt in the fashion department). And now obviously he would have to play the mediator in this situation. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him to think about, but regardless Blaine still rolled his eyes. That was when Nicholas decided to speak up.
"Dad, you don't understand. Grayson is this super bad dude."
Before the two teens started bickering again, Blaine held up a hand to silence the two. He glanced between the twins, shaking his head.
"Now that's enough you two. You both know how we solve these things. So stop the bickering and let's talk about this reasonably. First, where is your mom? Has he come home yet, or is he still at work?"
Blaine frowned at the late hour. Hopefully Kurt hadn't gotten caught up at work again tonight. The new assistant he had recently hired seemed to be more of a hassle than a help, but Kurt had refused to re-evaluate the girl, and Blaine didn't try to tell Kurt how to run his business any more than Kurt tried to run the newspaper.
"Mom called me earlier and said something about having to do a dinner meeting with Demi and Sascha."
Rose laughed with a shrug. "You might want to watch them, Daddy, they might try to steal Mom away from you."
Blaine just laughed and shook his head.
"Let's wait til your mom gets home to discuss this dance issue. And don't worry, Rosie, they can't steal your mom, I have him tied down."
Nick groaned at the comment and covered his ears.
"Ugh. Dad! Totally didn't need to hear that you and Mom are into that stuff! I mean you guys are kinky enough, just because of nature, but I totally don't want to add any other weird thoughts about you two getting all down and dirty dominatrix style." Blaine laughed, shaking his head.
After a long and grueling day at the office followed by being pulled into a dinner with a new candidate designer, Kurt opened the door to the penthouse suite in which his family resided. It appeared as if he had been talking to himself, but people knew that was his bluetooth in.
"Sacha, I know I hear Demi dying there in the background in laughter. Seriously, you should have warned me about who this new designer was. If you would have given me the name at least, instead of saying it was a surprise. Ohh Demi's idea huh? Bitch it's on! Mhmm, just wait until Blaine hears that tidbit...Speaking of which..."
Kurt waved, acknowledging his family as he mouthed out the words to say he was taking this to the bedroom. Kurt really didn't like the idea of mixing work with family time. He worked a lot away from home as it was. He reemerged a few minutes later, first embracing Blaine in the routine 'hi honey I'm home' way with a tender kiss. Their children cringed.
"Ugh Mom, Dad, do you have to do that in front of us on top of talking about Bondage?" Kurt blinked, looking at Blaine, mouthing out the "what?" and shook his head.
"Seriously? What goes on around here when I'm gone?"
He raised an eyebrow at his husband's direction.
Rosemary broke Kurt's train of thoughts as she pointed at his ear.
"Mom, you're still wearing the bluetooth."
Kurt blinked for a moment then realized as he reached for it before putting it in his pocket for safe keeping
"Oh, yeah ... right sorry."
Known for his random signs of affection, Kurt embraced each twin and kissed them in a maternal fashion on the top of the head.
"How was school?"
he breathed with a cheerful smile, looking from child to child and seeing the familiar look of discontent teenagers and again looked at Blaine.
"Arguing again? Hopefully not doing your father's music room time, he works hard as it is," he mused.
Just then, Rosemary jumped in.
"Mom, you told me that you'd help me pick out a dress for the dance from the stash at the office." Kurt looked up and nodded.
"Yeah, I did, just let me check..."
He pulled out his PDA and scanned through some times...
"Come by right after school tomorrow, I have a block of time then-"
"Mom no!"
Kurt turned his head towards his son at the sudden interruption and raised an eyebrow.
"Nick, something wrong with your sister getting a dress for a dance? I see no problem with it."
Kurt looked at Blaine, a bit confused at suddenly coming home to two teens bickering. Nick opened his mouth to say something, but he was elbowed by his sister.
"Ow Nick, that was my boob," she complained, to which Kurt rose his voice slightly.
"Knock it off you two, and let's get to the bottom of this, Rose, your side of the story first, no interruptions from Nick. When Rose is done, Nick talk. Same rules."
Kurt wrapped Blaine in an embrace and nuzzled him. "Hey baby," he murmured as Rose started to talk.
"Well, there's this new guy who's been in our school for a couple of months now. This Senior, Greyson, who is incredibly dreamy. He's new but already the quarterback of the football team and everything. He's asked me to the dance and he's a total gentleman. And Nick, seems to think he's a bad guy, so he's having a fucking bitchfest about it."
"Language Rose," Kurt spoke up firmly, steady blue eyes turning to Rose's twin.
"Nick? Do you have anything to say?" Kurt sighed, blinking wearily. It really was a long day at work. Nick shook his head.
"She doesn't know this guy. He's a total tool. He plays all the chicks into thinking he's some gentleman but he's not. He grabbed Charlotte's ass the other day-"
"Charlotte was flirting back with him. She's sleeping around helloooo!"
Kurt put his fingers to his lips and emitted a loud whistle.
"I said - no interruptions Rose!"
She stared at her mother and shot an icy look towards her brother and stalked to the couch where she sat with a huff.
"-Dad, tell her to stop talking about Charlotte that way," Nick shot back, knowing that his mother generally couldn't say anything against it if Dad made a decision.
That was Kurt's maternal weakness, though Kurt shot a look at his son.
"Don't pull your father into this, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Nick rolled his eyes up and laid it down.
"He's a douche, he thinks that just because he's QB, everyone should worship him. I'm captain of the soccer team, you don't see me bragging about it."
Kurt shifted his eyes at his husband, grimaced before looking back at the quarreling teenagers.
"Tell me about this Greyson - just Greyson? What's his last name? What do his parents do?"
Rosemary looked up from her huffy demeanor and flashed a flawless dimpled smile.
"His dad is a journalist...Mom's in the fashion industry."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, knowing everyone in the immediate area in the industry.
"Name please?"
Nick's lip curled in a sneer as he said the name in utter spite.
"...Morgan.."
Kurt nodded slowly.
"Morgan - sounds fami-"
He stopped mid word as realization dawned on him. Of course, Victoria Morgan. She sent her children away to a fancy boarding school in the UK and decided they should finish school in New York. She just so happened to place her children into the same school that Kurt and Blaine did. Kurt heard the rumor, but he didn't think twice about it, until now. The next expression was more a silent jaw-dropped one as he turned to Blaine, a hint of that notorious lip curl of disgust setting in, showing a lack of amusement on Kurt's behalf...
Nick, noticing that look, approached his parents. "Mom? Dad?"
Kurt exchanged a sigh with Blaine, who's knuckles seemed to turn white with how strongly he was clutching the back of the couch. Blaine was obviously not amused. Kurt reached for Blaine, and rested his head against his hubby's shoulder, casting him a look that basically said, 'What can we do? She's responsible.' He had reached his decision.
"Rose – you may go to the dance with this boy –"
"YES!"
"MOM WHAT THE HELL!"
"WAIT I'M NOT FINISHED!"
Kurt held his hands up, showing that he had yet to finish stating his condition. "...On one condition. Blaine and I are to meet with this Grayson's parents. You know how we feel about you dating strange people we don't know very well. We want to make sure you're in good hands."
Nick smirked and Rose looked livid. "Mom! That's so embarrassing! Dad – seriously?"
Blaine shot Kurt an incredulous – WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING look, mostly because this involved him having dinner with his work rival, one Rene Morgan. Kurt shot him a look that said that he stood by his decision and Blaine sighed. "I stand by your mother's decision. Now, keep it down please, I need to have a talk with your mother."
The twins wandered off – into their separate rooms, still annoyed at one another. There was the identical SLAM – and Blaine pulled Kurt by his arm demanding an answer. "I know you didn't just say we have to have dinner with Victoria Adler-Morgan and Rene Morgan."
Kurt flashed a dazzling smile. "I know! Isn't it fabulous? It's the one way to REALLY get into their heads, when we're talking about family."
Blaine shot Kurt a disapproving look. "Any son of Rene Morgan is bound to be just as bad as he is."
Kurt laughed and sighed. "Bee, honestly... We raised a strong daughter. If he's any bit as bad as his parents, karma will be sweet."
"You, sir, are a total Slytherin," Blaine mused, cupping his hands around Kurt's face, to which Kurt smiled fondly.
"Shut up and kiss me, you damn Gryffindor." With this, the two husband's exchanged a kiss. Another teenage parenting situation seemingly solved... for now.