I'm loving this story so much (Kurt and Blaine as daddies makes me all warm and fuzzy inside) and I love that you guys love it. So I'm going to continue, but I have to say one thing before I do...

If Ryan Murphy breaks Kurt and Blaine up tomorrow night, I will cry myself to sleep and then fly to wherever he is and hold him hostage until he writes them as a couple again. Anyone else with me?

Anyways... fangirl rant over.

"How'd the auditions go?" Aunt Rachel asked, popping out of nowhere before we'd even closed the door behind us.

"Oh, my God, Rachel. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm only twenty-eight," more like forty, Daddy K, but nice try, "and I do not need a heart attack."

"Sorry, Kurt," she apologized hastily before rounding on us again. "So, how'd the auditions go?" she asked again.

"If you're wondering how Anna did..." Gabe started, skirting around us and plopping down on the couch.

"Don't," Ian finished, mimicking Gabe. "She did great."

"Who did what?" Uncle Finn asked, walking into the living room, a bag of chips in his hand.

Daddy K walked up to him. "Glee auditions were today. Anna did great. And," he snatched the bag out of his hands, "stop eating my food."

"But I'm hungry," Uncle Finn complained. Then, upon realizing he wasn't getting the chips back, he hugged Anna and said, "I'm proud of you, baby."

"You're gonna be the star of New Directions, Anna," Aunt Rachel said confidently, reaching up to smooth her hair. "I can just feel it."

"Whoa, back it up there, Mrs. Hudson," Daddy K said, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Who said Anna's gonna be the star? Liz kicked ass, if I do say so myself." I smiled and leaned back against his chest, happy that he thought I did well.

"What are you trying to say, Kurt?"

"Just saying that Anna has some serious competition."

"Oh, please," she scoffed. As much as Anna and I competed with each other, we had nothing on Daddy K and Aunt Rachel. They'd been going at it since they were sixteen, and since they were probably the two biggest divas on the planet, the end result was often not very pretty.

"Well, that's my cue to leave," Uncle Finn proclaimed. He kissed Aunt Rachel and Anna on the heads. "See you guys at home." He clapped Daddy K on the shoulder. "Bye, little brother," he laughed before stealing the bag of chips before bolting out the door. Daddy K shook his head and mumbled something about Uncle Finn needing to grow up and something about how just because Uncle Finn was taller, that didn't mean he was older.

"So..." Ian said, getting up and backing away slowly, like a person backing away from a wild animal. Gabe followed. "We gotta..."

"Go," Gabe finished before they both bolted up the stairs. Sensing that they had the right idea, Anna and I followed them.

When we got up to my room, Anna flopped on to my perfectly made bed while I settled into my favorite armchair. "Can you believe it?" she asked, rolling onto her stomach to look at me, further messing up my bed. "We're in New Directions, Liz." To a lot of people, being in a high school glee club wasn't something to get excited about, but Anna and I had grown up hearing stories about New Directions (and the Warblers) and how it changed a lot of people's lives. Being in New Directions was to us what getting into a dream college is to other people. It was pretty much everything.

"Yeah, it's great," I replied absentmindedly as I logged into my Facebook account.

One new friend request.

"Are you okay, Liz? You seem... out of it."

Matthew Davies.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Matthew Davies. The guy who smiled at me. He had a name.

"You sure?"

Accept friend request?

"Yeah. Totally."

"Okay," she said before rolling onto my pillows and closing her eyes.

I looked at the computer screen where the profile of the really cute older boy who had just friended me. Then I looked at the picture on my bedside table. It was a picture of my whole family - Aunt Rachel, Uncle Finn, Anna and her little sister Dylan, Grandma Carole, Grandpa Burt, Gabe, Ian, me, and my dads. I looked back and forth between the two, wondering if it was possible for me to have a normal life. Would anyone accept me with the unconventional family that I had? I know that Gabe and Ian seemed to fare well enough, but they'd always been super popular and no one would dare ever say anything bad about them. But me - I was just the little freak of a drama queen who tended to stay out of everybody's way. To them, I hardly existed, so what did it matter if they hurt my feelings?

I looked at the picture again. I loved both of my dads very much, but I also wanted to normal.

I looked at the computer again. I had to try.

Accept friend request?... Yes.


The next day I walked into the choir room with Anna and we took seats in the front row. Since we were literally the first ones there, we watched as the other kids filed in. Gabe and Ian, a couple of older kids I didn't know, more kids I didn't know, Julia Clark (a girl I'd gone to school with forever, but whom had never given me the time of day), even more kids I didn't know, some that I vaguely recognized, and then... Matthew Davies. I don't know what it was, but just seeing him made my heart jump. Maybe it was his long dirty blonde hair (the kind of hair that drove Daddy K crazy - you know, all in his face and stuff). Or maybe it was his dark brown eyes that looked so warm and inviting. Or maybe it was the fact that when he walked into the room, he made a beeline straight for me.

"Hey. Is anyone sitting here?" he asked, indicating the empty chair next to me.

"Only my invisible friend," I replied before mentally kicking myself. Why the hell did I say that? Now he's going to think I'm either a) a freak b) a baby or c) both.

But to my surprise, he laughed. "Do you think they'd mind moving?" He flashed me million-dollar smile that sent shivers up my spine.

"Nope," I answered before he sat down.

"So, Elizabeth, I've never seen you here before. Are you new?"

"I'm a freshman," I said shyly, hoping that didn't deter him (his Facebook profile said he was a junior). "And you can call me Liz. Everybody does."

"Cool," he said as Mr. Schue walked in.

"Hey, guys. Welcome back. And to our new members, welcome. It's great to have you." I swore he smiled at me and Anna, but that may have been my ego getting in the way. "Before we get started, there's someone I want to introduce you guys to." Daddy K walked into the room. "This is Mr. Hummel-Anderson and..." he paused because Daddy K had cringed. He despised being called Mr. Hummel-Anderson. He said it made him feel old. "Is something wrong?"

"Kids," Daddy K addressed us. "I'm not an official teacher at this school, so please call me Kurt. Mr. Hummel-Anderson makes me feel old." See? Do I know my dad or what?

"Okay, Kurt," the twins chorused, wicked grins on their identical faces.

"Except for you," he amended. The twins slumped in their seats, defeated.

"Anyway," Mr. Schue continued, "Kurt is our new Fine Arts director. Which is just an excuse to help with New Directions, right Kurt?" He nodded and I laughed, having called that when he applied for the job. "Kurt was an original member of New Directions, so he's going to be a real help in preparing for Sectionals."

"And Regionals," Gabe added.

"And Nationals," Ian chimed in.

"Of course," Mr. Schue said. "So for those of you who may not know, every week I give you guys an assignment and your job is to find a song to fit the lesson. Since this is the first week, I want to get to know each and every one of you. Which means I want you to pick a song that defines who you are as a person and get up here and sing it for everyone. Alone," he added for the benefit of the twins, who nearly always sang duets. "I want you to dig deep inside yourself. Find that piece of you that you've never shown to anyone. Any questions?" No one moved. "All right, well, I guess that's it for today, then."

Everyone got up and started walking away, talking about what songs they were going to do. I was walking with Anna, who was talking about the pros and cons of "Defying Gravity" and "Don't Cry For Me Argentina", when Matthew came up next to me. "Know what song you're going to sing?" he asked.

I did, but I didn't want to tell him that. "Not yet. You?"

"Nope. So... you uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Anna had stopped talking and was now hanging onto our every word. Great. "You know... maybe want to hang out some time? Like, a date?"

I was so floored that all I could manage was, "Sure." Then with more confidence, I added, "But not tonight. I have to go to my mom's." Well, it wasn't a lie. I really was going to Santana's house.

"But isn't Kurt your dad?" Crap. Did he already know? I nodded tentatively. "Isn't he... you know..." he lowered his voice, "gay?"

I laughed. "Yeah. It was one of those things. You know, two people get married, one figures out they're gay, and they separate." I said it as if it were completely normal/true.

"Oh, okay," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Well, see you around."

I waved and walked away, ignoring Anna's "what the hell was that?" look. I'd tell Matthew the truth... eventually.

But right now, I just wanted to have fun and find out who Elizabeth was.

Was that too long? Too lame? Good? Bad? Cute? What was your favorite part? Your least favorite?

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