David and Wes drank coffee at the table as Kurt and Blaine ran around the house, squealing and screaming. They had already finished discussing what they had been up to since they had last seen each other and had sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the noises the boys were making, content in knowing Blaine and Kurt were alive and happy.

David set his coffee down and wrapped his hands around the mug. "So…" he trailed.

Wes sighed. "Yeah," he nodded.

David shook his head and stared at his coffee. The two were grateful for their ability to communicate. Almost twenty years of friendship, and they understood each other without needing to say a word.

"What does Alex think?" David asked aloud, finally deciding which question he wanted to ask first.

Wes shrugged. "I don't think he gets it. Lettie sent him an email, but what could we do? It's been over ten years, David."

David leaned back in his chair. After letting out a breath, he said, "What kind of world do we live in that Charlotte's first babysitter is probably the reincarnation of the kid she named her son after? I don't envy you, Wes."

Wes leaned his head against his hand propped against the table. "He has the some of the same baggage, too. Sometimes I don't know if I want to help because I don't want the same thing to happen to him or because I think it'll atone for what I did."

David stared at the ceiling as he responded, "Probably both."

They sat in a contemplative silence before David asked, "When's Charlotte getting back?"

Wes pushed his mug around on the table while answering, "Next week."

They heard Kurt laugh loudly from the spare bedroom Blaine was sleeping in for the week.

"Kurt- he… Charlotte and I have come to accept him as family. God knows how much Blaine loves him. It's weird, because I don't know if it's because he reminds us of Blaine or because he has the same qualities of Blaine's that made us love him," Wes said, silently pleading for advice.

David shrugged. "Still probably both. I can see where you'd have a problem with that. I just want to wrap him in a blanket and beg him to never get himself in trouble like Blaine did," David said, looking in the direction the boys' noise was coming from. "Kurt seems to have the same knack for finding trouble."

Wes nodded. "That's for sure. Kurt and Blaine- the two most unapologetic people I know."

David took of a sip of coffee while nodding. Then he said, "Wes, I wasn't going to say anything, but this coffee tastes like crap."

Wes made a disgusted face and got up to dump his coffee in the sink. "You're right. Why do I put up with this? I haven't had a decent cup of coffee since college- speaking of which," he segued, "Do you know what Kurt taught Blaine yesterday? The Michigan fight song! Can you believe that!"

David laughed loudly. Wes' school pride was nothing short of veneration. "That does sound like something he would do, based on what you've told me," he smiled.

Wes grumbled as he began to make another pot of coffee. "That doesn't mean I have to like it. Next thing you know, he'll be teaching Blaine to say that blasphemous Michigan saying!"

David laughed, "Come on, he's not going to teach him to swear."

"You think it's funny!" he spat. "This is my school pride were talking about! He can't just mock the Buckeyes! He can't mock OSU! It's not right! We live in Ohio!"

David laughed during Wes' rant and Wes winded down. "Ah, but I guess I'll give it to him, he's had a rough week, I take it."

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"He told me the thug who's been harassing him has been particularly brutal with the locker slams. It hasn't gotten bad enough for me to tell his dad yet," Wes explained, sitting back down. "Also, I think he and his best friend aren't communicating. He said that she doesn't get what he's going through and it's really isolated him from her. She doesn't understand and has been acting out because she misses him."

David raised a skeptic eyebrow. "He really told you all that?"

Wes rolled his eyes. "Of course not all of it," he said, "But he's like Blaine, remember? I can read him like a book. Plus, he drops enough hints; you just gotta know what to look for. As for what his friend is feeling, I remember I did quite a lot of acting out. I think I'd understand her motives."

David smiled wryly. "Yes. You would."

Wes sighed and put his head on the table. "I just don't want to have to name my first kid Kurt, you know?"

David smiled kindly and ruffled Wes' hair. "Kurt isn't Blaine, Wes," he comforted him. "What happened to Blaine could never happen to Kurt. You've met Burt Hummel, haven't you? Kurt will never have the same future. It's not possible."

Wes mumbled a thank you into his arms. "Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!" they heard Blaine happily squeal from the other room.

"I miss Blaine," Wes whispered.

"I do, too," David agreed.