"Kids! Dinner's ready!" Blaine hollered from the dinning room.

Athena and Ginny sauntered in from the living room wearing matching sundresses. The only difference was Ginny's was blue and Athena's was pink. Romeo climbed up from the basement game room and sat down at his place as the table. Kingston slid down the banister wearing skinny jeans and nothing else.

"Jay! Food! Come eat!" Blaine yelled, sitting down at the table.

"Where's Daddy?" Romeo asked, stabbing his fork into the pile of bow tie pasta and green sauce on his plate.

"Busy." Blaine said quickly.

"He's working, isn't he?"

"What do you expect? He's always working." Jay said, walking into the dinning room.

"It's your fault." Athena snapped slamming her glass soda down on the table so hard the orange soda sloshed out on to the table. Nobody made any attempt to clean it up.

"It's my fault that the princess of Wales wants one of his designs to wear to her mother's birthday party?" Jay asked, walking across the room to his seat. He stood behind the white painted wooden chair, his hands on the back, but didn't sit down.

"Joshua Zechariah Hummel-Anderson! You are a jerk!" Athena yelled jumping up and slamming her hands down on to the table, making it shake. "Don't you ever think about anybody other then yourself? We just got here and our vacation is already ruined! Because of you!"

Jay shook his head and ran out of the house, slamming the door so hard the house shook.

"Athena, was that necessary?" Blaine asked, pushing his barely touched plate away.

Athena gave him her puppy dog eyes.

"I need to go talk to him." he said, standing up.

"I'll do it!" Kingston volunteered, jumping up.

"Put a shirt on, it's raining." Blain said, dropping back into his seat. "And take him a jacket!"

Kingston walked outside pulling his shirt on with one of Jay's hoodies in his hand. Jay was sitting in the sand, halfway to the water.

The wind was blowing rather hard and the waves were crashing loudly. Lightning struck out over the water.

"Jay?" he said, standing a few feet behind him.

"Lemme alone." He muttered his face buried in his hands.

"No. I'm your brother, I can't leave you alone." He said, draping the hoodie over Jay's shoulders. "Athena was out of line. Nobody thinks what she said except her."

"King, it's true." Jay said, putting his arms though the sleeves of his hoodie and hugging his knees tightly.

Kingston dropped down in the wet sand beside his little brother. "We don't…I don't. Blame you for the fight you had with dad. I understand the wanting a mom thing. We always want what we can't have."

Jay laughed dryly.

"I had that same fight with Dad when I was about your age. The girls had it too…about a year and a half before we did though."

Jay thought for a moment, not fully understanding why the girls would be mad about not having a mom.

"Oh…gross." Jay muttered.

Kingston laughed. "I doubt Romeo will have the fight though. He lives in his own world and since he saw your fight…it won't be needed to be done…Dad will be mad for a few days, then things will simmer down to normal. You'll talk it through and…you'll be good."

"Our fight was different though…it's been building since I was twelve and I asked to go to a Breaking Benjamin concert instead of Wicked."

"What do you mean?" Kingston asked, utterly confused.

"I'm not like him…I'm not into the who musicals and show choir bullshit. I like punk music and rock bands. If I didn't know that I was Dad and Dad's son, I would swear I was Uncle Puck's."

"Jay, he loves you—"

"Not as much as he loves you or Romeo!" Jay snapped.

"Jay." He tried, but wasn't sure where to go with the thought. It was obvious that Kurt cared more about the other kids then Jay.

"Can you just leave me alone?" he asked, slipping his hand in to his hoodie pocket.

"These fell out of your pocket." Kingston held out his palm. On it sat a red metal hitter, a pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo lighter with a shark mouth on the side.

Jay jumped up and grabbed them. "Don't get 'em wet…don't tell Dad. I mean I could be doing a lot worse."

"Where do you get this shit?" Kingston asked as Jay shoved his things in his pocket.

"People." Jay said, walking off.

"Jay, where are you going?" he asked, walking after him.

Jay glared at him over his shoulder and kept walking along the water, the waves soaking his shoes and jeans. Kingston followed him, trying to keep up with Jay's quick steps.

Jay dropped down in the sand under a rock overhang.

"Go away, Kingston." Jay said, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

Kingston dropped down in the sand beside him. "I'm not gonna let you wander around high when a storm is coming."

"Over protective git. I'll be fine. Go back home." Jay growled, putting a cigarette between his lips.

"Those things will kill you." Kingston said as Jay lit up.

He looked at his brother and blew smoke in his face. "Good."

Kingston shook his head and stood up. "There's just no getting to you is there? You only hear what you want to hear."

"I hear everything that you have just said. You're worried I'm gonna get hurt because I'm gonna get high alone during a storm, which I'm not gonna do." Jay said, standing up. "I just want a cigarette. And you said cigarettes would kill me. I know. But I'm not smoking three at a time. You had the same fight I had with Dad. You don't think that Dad hates me. I know what you're saying. It is getting to me. I've just heard it all from Ginny."

"Ginny?"

"Yes, Gin. She's the one who buys me the cigarettes. You can go now. I'll be home soon."

Kingston shook his head and walked off.

Kingston slid down on to the couch next to Blaine and pulled his wet t-shirt off.

"Is he okay?" Blaine asked.

Kingston shrugged. "He's convinced Dad hates him."

"Where is he?" Blaine asked, standing up.

"He'll be back soon. Just let him have some time."

A few minutes later the door slammed and Jay ran up the stairs. Blaine stood up and headed up the stairs after him. He knocked gently on Jay's door.

"No one's home." Jay sighed.

Blaine pushed the door open. Jay was standing by his bed slowly getting dressed. He pulled on his pajamas and crawled into his bed.

"Joshua, are you okay?" Blaine asked, walking across the room.

"Did you talk to Kingston?" he asked.

Blaine lied down next to his middle son and covered them with the thin comforter.

"Your father doesn't hate you," he said, wrapping his arm around Jay's shoulders.

He laughed dryly. "Dad isn't aggressive. He has never once before hit any body else. But he hit me."

"Let me see your cheek." He said, gripping Jay's jaw.

He turned his head and inspected Jay's cheek. The bruise was a weird yellowish purple.

"You'll be fine." He said, before kissing the bruise gingerly.

Jay buried his face in Blaine's shoulder. "You're avoiding my question."

"He doesn't hate you."

"Dad…I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment." Jay's voice broke as the tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Josh, you are not a disappointment at all."

"I don't fit in with this family."

"Every family has a black sheep."

"I don't wanna be the black sheep…Can we go home, please?"

"Baby, you know we can't do that."

"I don't wanna be here anymore."

Blaine sighed. "Okay…Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go to sleep, because it's late and you need the rest. I'll stay with you if you want. Then we'll wake up, have breakfast with the family and see how we feel. If you still want to leave, you and me can get on a plane and fly back to Lima. We can spend the day together at home if you'd like. You'll spend the rest of the week with Uncle Finn and Auntie Quinn and I'll come back here. Sound like a plan?"

"Why can't you stay with me in Lima?" Jay asked, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"It's a family vacation, Daddy, the twins, Ginny and Romeo will want me here."

"But I'm part of the family and I won't be here. And I'll need you in Lima." He sobbed.

"We'll see in the morning, fair enough. If you decide you need to go home, I'll go with you and decide from there if I'll stay."

Jay nodded, sobbing too hard to talk.

"Josh, you're going to start hyperventilating, stop." Blaine wrapped his arms around his son and rubbed his back gently. "You're gonna be fine okay."


Romeo tossed and turned under his covers, trying hard to find a comfortable position, but couldn't. The day's events played over and over again in his head. The fights, the yelling, the tears, Daddy hitting Jayjay. Romeo didn't like it one bit. Even though Dad and Jay had both explained it, he couldn't understand why Jayjay wanted a Mommy so badly. They had Dad and Daddy who loved them and if they needed a woman for any reason there were all their aunties and cousins.

Romeo sighed and kicked his covers off. He picked up his stuffed dragon and walked down the hallway. He could hear quiet music coming from Ginny's room. Athena's door was open, so she was probably in Kingston's room. He heard crying coming from Jayjay's room.

Romeo didn't like it when people were sad, especially his family. Jayjay was the worst. It was really hard to get Jayjay upset and even harder to get him to cry. Today he had cried more then once. Romeo wanted to go into Jayjay's room and fix it so he wouldn't cry anymore.

He was about to push open the door when he heard Dad's voice on the other side. He let go of the doorknob and continued walking to where he was originally going.

Daddy and Dad's bedroom was dark. Half the bed was made; the other half Daddy was in. He looked lonely in the big bed by himself.

Romeo threw his dragon on to the bed and climbed up. The bed was very tall, Dad had to climb into it. And Romeo, even at thirteen was barely four foot five.

He picked up his dragon and crawled under the covers, cuddling up to Daddy.

"Couldn't sleep?" Daddy asked, rubbing his back gently.

"No. My mind is working too much."

"Paint it out in the morning…that usually helps." Daddy yawned.

"Do you hate Jayjay, Daddy?" Romeo blurted out.

"Go to sleep, hun." He said.

That was weird. Daddy never ignored the questions he asked, unless the answer was mean or would hurt his feelings. Maybe Daddy really did hate Jayjay. Or maybe he hated that Romeo was being so curious.

Romeo leaned into the pillows, exhaustion hitting him like a ton of red bricks.


Author's note

Well, what do you think? Have your opnions changed? Have your views on the characters changed? What do you think of their personalities? What about Kurt?

Okay, I'm not trying to make Kurt the bad guy. You'll see what's going on with him later. Does anyone have any ideas about why Kurt is acting like that?

I will be writing a few stories that intertwine with this. I have created a whole cast of next generation glee. I have the Hummel-Anderson's (ovbiously), the Hudson's, the Puckerman's, the Chang's, the Karofsky's (you'll be really, really proud of Dave when you learn about his family), the Evans, the Pierce-Lopez's (you'll also be proud of Santana), the Corcorans, but not Abrams, sorry. I couldn't think of anyone to put him with. He's not dead. He just moved out of Lima to be the next Steve Jobs. They all have kids and I am very proud of them.

I'll probably start creating those new stories, involving the other glee familes, as soon as Jay and Blaine head back to Lima. Would you guys be intrested in reading the other next generation stories?

Please, please, please answer my question. I really want to know what you think.

Thanks.

- Shelby