A/N I promised you all a longer chapter! A lot going on in this one. A surprise is revealed, we learn more about Quinn's son, Noah, and someone is keeping a HUGE secret (again)! We'll also learn a little more about what Santana and Brittany have been doing for the last few years! (I had to check Glee Wiki about Quinn's sister. I didn't know her name was Frannie.)

New Poll up in my Bio! Check it out and vote for who you think should be the new coach of Vocal Adrenaline! Hunter Clarington, Bryan Ryan, Clint (Season six lead singer) or Other (explain who in Reviews).

PS. Caterpillars is the name of the Musical I am writing. The other song used is Andra Day's Rise Up.

Reviews always welcome!

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Brittany Pierce-Lopez smiled brightly at him as Kurt finished explaining the favor they wanted to ask of her.

"Of course I'll do it, Kurtie! You know I'd do anything for you!"

Kurt's smile was just as bright as the blonde woman's as he hugged her. The brilliant dancer had come to an agreement with MIT, and now taught one class a semester on quantum mathematics when she wasn't touring with Mercedes. They even allowed her to teach via Skype when necessary. "Thank you! Both of you! You'll never know how much this means to us!"

"Actually," the darker woman replied, "I think we do understand, because we also have a favor to ask of you. Well, you and your dad."

"Oh?" Kurt asked, perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching in intrigue.

The Latina smiled at him, and Kurt thought he had never seen such a genuine smile from the girl before. Santana had mellowed a lot over the last several years, although she could still cut someone down to size with a few well chosen words. After she and Brittany had gotten married, the raven haired beauty had gotten a part on Broadway in an ensemble cast of a play called Bitches, about the behind the scenes goings on of a Broadway musical.

She had been nominated for a Tony, but hadn't won. After her run in the play was over, she had helped Mercedes produce her third album, which had surpassed her first two records by epic numbers. She had found her true calling in producing music and music videos, and occasionally lay down backing vocals for her friend.

"As you know, we've just returned from shooting Mercedes' new music video in Kenya. While we were there, Cedes' decided we needed to visit an orphanage and donate some toys and clothes and stuff. There was this boy there, Ke'Andre, around 12 years old. Brittany and I got to know him really well. He's a sweetie, but he has enough sass to drop an elephant at fifty paces."

"He's a dolphin like you, Kurt!" Brittany exclaimed. "But I don't think the other kids appreciated him very much. They weren't cruel or anything, but they didn't want him around."

Santana smiled at her wife, taking her hand. "You know I don't do well with babies, but Brittany and I talked about this the entire flight back yesterday. We want to bring Ke'Andre here, and make him part of our family, and we were hoping your dad could help us with some of the red tape."

"Santana! That's wonderful news! I'm sure my dad would be happy to help! Let me call him and see what we can do!" He hugged both women, and then went to make the call as his two guests joined Blaine and the kids in the living room.

Lizzie and Bee were rehearsing for their concert when the women joined them. When they were finished, Santana and Brittany clapped and cheered, hugging both children. They talked for a while (well, Lizzie did most of the talking), before Kurt finished his phone call.

"Dad said you two should stop by his office tomorrow and he would help out as much as he can."

"Thanks Kurt. This means a lot to us," Santana said, and hugged him again.

"Anything you need, you just ask, okay?" He looked the dark haired woman in the eyes. There were tears there. He kissed her cheek, and hugged Brittany again.

Blaine was a few minutes late on Tuesday, having to detour around a nasty accident after dropping the kids off. He was feeling rushed as he walked quickly down the hall, and had his head down as he turned a corner.

At first he couldn't figure out how he had ended up on the floor with his briefcase falling open and papers scattered everywhere.

"I always knew I'd have men falling at my feet, but this isn't how I pictured it," Lauren Zizes held out a hand to help him up. "Long time no see, Anderson. I heard you were working here now."

He smiled and allowed the large woman to help him up. "Sam told me you were taking over the PE department, and the wrestling and football teams. I figured we'd run into each other eventually. Just not literally. Good to see you again, Lauren."

"I saw you in New York last year. Had a twelve hour lay over and figured I'd catch a show while I was there. It didn't suck."

Blaine laughed as he finished picking up his papers. "That's quite a compliment coming from you. Thanks. I have to get to class now. Look forward to seeing you around!" They shook hands as the last bell rang. Blaine noticed Xander standing in the doorway of the classroom, watching contemplatively as Zizes walked away.

He smiled at the young boy, who followed him into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late. I want to run through the two group numbers we've been working on. I haven't decided yet which one we are going to do for the Invitational, and which one we'll save for Sectionals."

Kurt was nearly home that afternoon when his cellphone signaled an incoming call. He accepted the familiar number on his Bluetooth headset.

"Quinn? What's up?"

He could hear a commotion in the background. "Kurt? I'm sorry to bug you, but I need a huge favor. I'm stuck in court for who knows how long, and my mom was supposed to pick Noah up from daycare, but my sister just called. Mom fell on the stairs and had to be taken to the hospital. They think she may have broken her wrist and her hip. Frannie is there with her now. Could you..."

Kurt cut her off. "You need me to pick Noah up and take him home with me?"

He could hear the relief in her voice. "Please?"

"No problem, I'm only about a couple blocks from there now. Lizzie and Bee will be happy to see him. He can stay the night if you want to go straight to the hospital when you get off."

"You are a life saver! I'll call them and let them know to expect you!"

He pulled up at the daycare a few minutes later and entered the office as the woman at the desk was on the phone.

"Is he about five foot ten, with auburn hair and gorgeous blue eyes?" The woman asked into the receiver, smiling at him. Kurt smiled back. "Yep, he's here, thanks for calling us, and I hope your mom is okay!"

The woman hung up and laughed. "Hello! I'm Candice, I'm the one who is supposed to be in charge, but the kids don't always agree with that. Patrice is getting Noah ready to go. By the way, I liked your last campaign ad. Your family is adorable! And I really like your stance on, well, just about everything, really. You've got my vote! Oh here's Noah now!"

Kurt wasn't certain what to make of the woman who hadn't given him a chance to speak at all.

As if reading his mind, the woman laughed again. "Sorry, I'm so used to having to talk fast to get a word in edgewise with so many kids."

Kurt laughed. "I can imagine. Hey, Noah, how's it going, buddy?"

The boy, who looked to be only about two but was actually just a couple months shy of five, smiled at Kurt. Noah had only been sixteen months old on the day when his dad had brought him to the courthouse to pick up his mom. Puck had been leaning into the car to unstrap his son when a prisoner had overwhelmed his police escort, stolen his gun, and had fired seven shots before another officer had manged to tackle him.

Two of the bullets had struck Kurt's former classmate, one in the back of the head and one to the back, puncturing his left lung and heart. They hadn't been able to determine which shot had killed him. Another bullet had ricocheted in the car and had lodged in the son's spine, leaving him paralyzed from the chest down. When paramedics first arrived, the boy hadn't been breathing. They had managed to revive him, but there had been some damage to his brain, causing a developmental delay.

"So, Noah, you wanna come hang out with Lizzie and Bee for a while? I warn you, Lizzie will probably talk nonstop about her solo, and Bee will probably hog the piano, but we're having pizza for dinner tonight. Sound good to you?"

The boy grinned. Kurt lifted him out of his chair and readjusted Bee's car seat to fasten the tiny boy safely in. Patrice helped him store the wheelchair in the back end of his SUV. Before he left the parking lot, he texted an order to the local pizzeria, and then headed home.

Blaine smiled at the end of the afternoon rehearsal. "Great job, everyone! You guys are really making it hard for me to decide which song to use at Sectionals! Tomorrow we'll have the first two performances of our Empowering songs! See you all then!"

He began to pack his things into his briefcase as the kids filed out.

"Mr. Anderson?" He looked up at the hesitant voice, smiling reassuringly at Xander, who suddenly seemed much younger than his fourteen years.

"Hey, what's up?"

The boy seemed nervous. "You knew my dad in high school, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"The new PE teacher, Ms. Zizes, she went to school with you too, didn't she?"

Blaine was confused. "That's right."

"Was she my dad's girlfriend?"

Blaine was stunned by the question. Surely Xander knew...

"Uh, what makes you think that?"

The boy shrugged. "He used to keep a picture of the original New Directions at Nationals in his den. Every once in a while I would catch him staring at it. He hasn't dated anyone since my mom died, says he's too busy to date, but I think there is more to it. I think one of the girls in that picture broke his heart or something."

Blaine didn't know what to say, or even think. How could Xander not know his dad was gay?

"I just figured she was the most likely candidate, since none of the other girls in the picture look like someone he'd be interested in. But Ms. Zizes seems like she might have been his type, you know, someone who was interested in football and hockey and all."

"Uh, well, I don't know what to tell you, Xander. I think you really should ask your dad about this."

The boy shrugged again. "I've tried asking him why he doesn't date. He just says he isn't interested, and changes the subject. I mean, I know he and my mom weren't in love. And he can't be using me as an excuse not to date someone, cause I've told him I don't mind if he dates someone. So I think he's still pining over someone in that picture."

"Xander, I..." Blaine didn't want to seem to be brushing the boy off, but he really didn't know what to say. Fortunately he was saved from having to say anything when his phone rang. "I'm sorry, it's my husband, I have to take this. Just talk to your dad. I'm sure he'll talk to you."

"And I just felt like a deer in the headlights as he kept talking! I had no clue what to say!" Blaine said as they got ready for bed that night. Bee was sharing Lizzie's bed, while Noah slept in Bee's. As expected, both Hummel Anderson children had been excited to have the younger boy there. Lizzie had sang Noah's favorite songs, and Bee helped him with his dinner, as Chester had sat on the boy's lap and purred. Noah had loved that, petting the large cat enthusiastically. Bee said he was practicing being a good big brother, which had both of his fathers beaming with pride.

"You don't think Dave has slipped back into the closet, do you?" Kurt asked. "I mean, maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Maybe Dave really is just too busy to date, and doesn't realize Xander doesn't know?"

Blaine shrugged. "I really don't know, Kurt. But something else has been bothering about the conversation as well. From what Xander was saying, I think Dave still has feelings for you."

"What?" The pale man stopped turning down the comforter and looked at his husband in disbelief. "That can't be right. Dave and I talked after his suicide attempt. He said he was over his crush on me. And that was all it ever was, just a crush. It's not like he was ever in love with me. I mean, you were the one who actually dated him!"

"Yeah, and the only reason he and I ended up dating was because of you rejecting us. We bonded over our misery, so to speak."

Now Kurt was frowning. "Are you somehow implying this is my fault?"

"No! No, of course not! I'm just saying that perhaps he only told you he was over you. You were 'the one that got away,' after all. I just think we need to talk to Dave about this, find out what is going on. If he does still have feelings for you, we need to find a way to help him move on."

Kurt sighed. "You're right, we do need to talk to him about this. How do we want to do this?"

Blaine moved around the bed and hugged the taller man. "I'll call him in for a parent teacher conference. You can just happen to 'drop in' on us."

Kurt nodded, leaning on the darker man, kissing him. "I love you."

Blaine smiled. "Just remember who said it first."

Blaine smiled as the first group finished their performance of Caterpillars Gonna Fly from the movie musical Caterpillars. "That was great! Your harmonies were spot on, and I loved your arrangement! Good job!"

The group of four, two boys and two girls, bowed as the rest of the class clapped again. "Okay, who wants to go next? Johnny? Is your group ready?"

"Yes, we are." He was joined at the front of the class by Danny Schuester and a girl named Jen, who sat down at the piano. She began to play, and the trio began to harmonize.

You're broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can't find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains

And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
And I'll rise up
High like the waves
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousands times again
For you
For you
For you
For you

When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
We'll take it to its feet
And move mountains

And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you

All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
We will rise
We will rise
We'll rise, oh oh
We'll rise

I'll rise up
Rise like the day
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousands times again
And we'll rise up
Rise like the waves
We'll rise up
In spite of the ache
We'll rise up
And we'll do it a thousands times again
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you oh oh oh oh oh
For you

The class stood and cheered as their performance came to an end.

"Wow, guys! That was beautiful! You guys make my job so hard trying to decide on a set list! Again, the harmonies were spot on, and I loved that your voices complimented each other so well! You reminded me of my a Capella days!"

The class laughed. "Okay, whose next?"

Kurt drove Noah to Quinn's office in Akron, listening to the boy babble along with the radio the entire time. He wheeled the boy in through the lobby, where the former cheerleader was waiting for him. Noah laughed when he saw her, and she knelt beside him.

"Hey, little man, did you have fun at Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine's last night?"

"Mamama!" Was his reply, tugging on her hair and laughing.

"Thanks again for watching him for me, Kurt. I really appreciate it."

"It was no problem, really. Bee especially enjoyed having him around. How is your mom?"

Quinn sighed. "The good news is, she didn't break her hip after all, it's just a deep bruise. The wrist is broken, though. Thankfully it was a clean break, and they were able to set it. She's home now, sleeping off the pain medicine."

"Well, that's good, at least. Now, how are you doing?" Kurt asked, noting the pale complexion and dark circles under the woman's eyes.

"I'm...managing. Barely."

"You need to start taking better care of yourself. Listen, Tana and Brit are in town for the week. Let's all get together Friday night at our place. I'll invite Sam and Julia, and Tina and Artie. Heck, even Zizes is back in town. My dad and Carole can babysit all the munchkins, and we'll just sit around and relax. I'll make dinner, we'll drink some wine, and talk about anything other than law and politics!"

The blue eyed blonde smiled at him. "Sounds great. Thanks, Kurt."

He hugged her, then hugged Noah. "You take care of your Mama, okay?"

The boy grinned at him, and gnawed on a Nutter Butter Cookie.

Kurt was halfway back to Lima when Blaine called. "I've set up a meeting with Dave for Friday during my lunch break."

"Great, I'll drop in about ten minutes in. By the way, I've invited Quinn over for dinner with us and Santana and Britt Friday night. I'm gonna invite Sam and Julia, and Artie and Tina as well. Why don't you invite Zizes?"

"Sounds like a plan. See you soon. Love you!"

"Love you too."