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"It was nice to finally meet your mother, Ry. You look just like her." Blaine smiled at his son as he walked past the man a ruffled up his hair, causing the boy to try and turn away from his touch. Blaine smiled at the gesture, they may not be a family any more, but when moments like this happen, it was nice to remember the family that they used to have.

"Yeah, it's nice to see her after so long." The boy smiled to himself. "Don't get me wrong, I love you and papa, so much... But it's nice to have a mother, I guess." The boy smiled at his oldest father and Blaine smiled back.

"So, where's your mother now?" Blaine asked as he pulled a cup out the cupboard and started to pour himself a cup of iced tea from a dispenser on the side.

"Oh she's up in her room." Rylan replied as he began to look through a car magazine that was in front of him, not making eye contact with his father.

"I'm sorry?" Blaine stopped short from what he was doing. "Her room?" Blaine repeated, looking at his son as if he'd just grown another head or something.

"Yeah... The guest room." Rylan replied, with wide eyes, not too sure what his dad was getting at.

"No, Rylan... That's Kurt room... I thought your mother was staying at a hotel..." Blaine's eyes widened even more, if that was actually possible, still looking at his son as if the man was mutated.

"What do you mean it's papa's room? I thought he was staying in a hotel?" Rylan looked at his father with great fear in his eyes.

"This is un fucking believable!" Blaine shouted, throwing his arms in the air, nearly knocking over the glass he had just poured.

"What? Has your 'gay porn weekly' been cup off again?" Kurt asked as he strolled into the room to join his ex husband and eldest son.

"Very funny, ice queen." Blaine shot quickly back.

"There's a slight room problem..." Rylan started, looking away from both his fathers.

"Max hasn't blocked the toilet with his clothes again as he? I've told him I'll wash them, he doesn't have to-" Kurt started angrily, but was quickly interrupted by his ex husband.

"No. Your brightest son has given the guest room to his mother, therefore you're either on the couch or in a hotel. I would prefer hotel, that way I don't have to deal with fucking ridiculous skin care." Blaine told him, resting his hands on the island counter in front of him and leaning on them.

"I thought she was staying in a hotel?" Kurt didn't really know what to say, he was waiting for Rylan's mother to replace him, but he didn't think it would be so soon. "Now where am I supposed to sleep?" Kurt added.

"Well you are married..." Bailey answered as she entered the kitchen, apparently she had heard the whole thing from the living room.

"Oh no, no way. I am not having your father dry humping me in my sleep, it was fun the first time, but ten years of it, is just taking the piss." Kurt said, not caring what his children thought of that.

"Well maybe if you didn't have such a whiney voice, I would have done it while you were conscious." Blaine stated, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Wow, okay. Please, end this conversation before I need to see a therapist!" Blaine almost shouted as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and exited the room, with her fingers in her ears.

"She has got a point, I mean... Mother does think you're married..." Rylan added, looking worried at what the answer was going to be.

"For crying out loud, Rylan! You told us we'd have to just smile at each other and act civil, not sleep with each other!" Blaine was now starting to lose his temper. Couldn't his son see how much the too resented each other, why did he have to keep doing this to them.

"I'm not asking you to sleep with each other! I'm asking you to sleep in the same room! For all I care, papa could be sleeping on the floor!" Ryal said, defensively.

"Which is not happening." Kurt told him, while crossing his arms across his chest.

"Whatever, fine." Blaine answered in defeat. "But you are on thin ice, Mr." He pointed at his son before walking out the room. Kurt shook his head, before following Blaine out the room.


Blaine wasn't really sure how long he had been stood leaning on the banister, looking out at the lake, but he didn't care. It was one of the only places that he could come to calm himself, to forget everything for a few hours and just relax. He couldn't help but think about the recent events of the build up to his son's wedding, everything with Kurt. It was like the world was trying to tell himself. Oliver had been gone just over 5 hours and he didn't miss the boy, not at all. Sure the boy was nice to have around and fulfilled Blaine's sex needs, but the truth was he wasn't getting any younger. Alright, he had settled down at an early age, but he was happy like that. Blaine was a family man, he always had been and no matter what had happened between him and Kurt, he always would be.

"A penny for your thoughts?" His daughter asked him, breaking him from his thoughts. Blaine turned and smiled at her.

"You're too pretty to have to worry about your old man." He replied, turning back to look at the water.

"That doesn't change the fact that I do worry about you, dad." Bailey answered, coming up to stand next to Blaine.

"It's nothing, silly really." He huffed out a laugh.

"Tell me?"

"Do you think it would have been better if Kurt and I had stayed together?" Blaine asked suddenly, causing his daughter to widen her eyes, she was not expecting that.

"Well... You'd be easier to be around, family events would be as frustrating." She laughed a little, causing Blaine to smile. She laughed just like Kurt.

"I'm being serious. Maybe we were never meant to break up. I mean, I remember the day he proposed to me. I'll never forget the look on his face, that look of pure love... And I don't know, you probably don't want to hear this." Blaine laughed awkwardly at his daughter.

"You know I'm always one for a love story." She smiled a closed mouth smile at her father.

"He held my hand when Rylan's mother first arrived." Blaine sighed as he looked down at where his hands were joined together over the edge of the water. "And then I turned to look at him, to ask him what the fuck he was doing, and next thing I know... I look at him and I just remember why I fell in love with him..." Blaine wasn't sure what that meant.

"You know, just because you're legally divorced, doesn't mean you have to legally hate him." She told him after his confession.

I don't hate the man, I mean I never could. I just... I don't know why we fight and argue so much, I guess that's all we know how to do any more." Blaine sighed again.

"What about that Oliver guy, he seems nice." Bailey added awkwardly, truth was, she didn't like him that much. But then again, she didn't like anyone with her dad apart from her papa.

"I don't know, he's too young. If I wasn't as rich as I am, he'd be gone in a heart beat." Blaine laughed a little. "But I suppose, I was with Kurt for so long, I don't really know how to be with anyone else that well."

"Well, a wise man once told me that there's tons of fish in the water, but you'll never find another Nemo." Bailey winked at her dad and Blaine smiled a true smile. He remembered telling her that after her first break up.

"When did you grow up?" Blaine sighed into her hair as he pulled her into a cuddle.

"You wouldn't have noticed, you were too busy fighting with Papa." She laughed a little against his chest.


"So how are we going to do this?" Blaine asked awkwardly as he stood by the left side of his king sized but, clad in only his boxers.

"At first I was only joking about you putting on weight, but seriously Blaine..." Kurt's eyebrows rose at the sight of his ex husband shirtless.

"Just because I don't throw up my meal after I've eaten it does not make me fat, thank you." Blaine frowned, covering his body slightly.

"I don't do that, for God sakes, Blaine, I... Whatever- I don't know, I mean I'll sleep on the couch, either way, your snoring will probably wake me up." Kurt motioned tiredly to the couch, in the corner of the room.

"Why don't we just... You know..." Blaine didn't really know how to ask a man that hated his guts how to sleep in the same bed as him, it wasn't really a thing he did all the time.

"Fine... But I'm only doing this because I have to deal with Melissa's mother tomorrow, and you and I both know how much of a bitch that woman is. I mean, Muffin. How name's their child Muffin!" Kurt went off on one of his rants again, he couldn't help but smile at the man that once had his heart. They both gingerly crept into bed, making sure to not even brush a clothed leg against one another. Once they were finally settled, Blaine turned his head to notice how big the gap between them really was.

"Jesus, Christ Kurt. I don't have herpes, you can sleep a little closer." Blaine laughed, it was like their first sleep over all over again, Kurt not wanting to get too close to Blaine, just in case his dad could sense it all the way in Lima from Westerville.

"Well it wouldn't surprise me, you used to have good taste in men, but that Olive thing- just no." Kurt said and even though Blaine wasn't looking at Kurt, he could just tell that he was wrinkling his nose.

"Oh right, and who was my good taste in men?" Blaine asked, already guessing the answer.

"Me."


Kurt hadn't slept that amazing since he was married to Blaine, the feeling of waking up with warm, strong arms wrapped around his middle, a calm soft breath brushing against his ear and the back of his neck. Kurt smiled as he snuggled back into the body that was hugging him tightly. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay like this forever, he really didn't want to wake up the reality of the fact that his son's wedding was in just two days, that he had a rehearsal dinner with a family that he could not stand and to top it all off, he had to act like he was married to the asshole of the decade. Which was what made him snap awake, sitting up and out of the warm embrace.

"No, Kurt. Back to bed." Blaine mumbled, his eyes were still shut so Kurt wasn't sure if he was awake or not. Kurt looked at the sleeping man for a moment longer before slapping him upside the head.

"Jesus, what was that for? I thought Melissa's mother was joking when she said you had a heart of stone!" Blaine moaned as he held the back of his head.

"You're an asshole." Kurt said bluntly.

"It takes two to cuddle, babe." Blaine shot back sarcastically.