A/N: I know, it's been ages, again. Time is rare, but I write when I can. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's shorter, but it is a set up for some of the very good things to come. Thank you all for the lovely reviews though. I appreciate all of them so much.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

'Wait, that's it?' Grace asked.

'What do you mean?' Kurt asked her.

'That's seriously why you split us up? You were both too butthurt to see each other every now and then?'

'Butthurt?' Blaine asked with a hint of a grin.

'I thought at least that maybe one of you got a job elsewhere and it was the only option... but it was literally because you were both acting like children.'

'Yeah, it's kind of lame.' Lydia added.

'It was.' Blaine said. 'It was childish, of both of us, not even consider how you both might feel one day in the future.'

Kurt nodded along with him.

'Were you ever going to tell us?' Lydia asked, her voice was quiet, and slightly shaky.

'I never knew how to tell you.' Blaine told her softly. 'I imagined the conversation over, and over, for years and... I could never work out how.'

'Well, 'hey Lyds, you've got an identical twin.' Would have be a good place to start.'

'Look, I understand that both of you are upset-' Kurt started.

'Upset? Dad, we are well beyond upset. Because right now, it looks like both of you were planning on letting us go our entire lives never knowing the other existed. Do you have any idea how it feels?'

Kurt mumbled something under his breath.

'What was that?' Grace asked.

'I said, probably similar to living the rest of your life never seeing the man you love again.'

Kurt carefully avoided Blaine's gaze after the words spilled from his mouth. He regretted them instantly, because if there was one thing he'd spent fourteen years in denial of, it was the fact he was still madly in love with Blaine, and probably always would be. He'd never truly let go of the sting of seeing the divorce papers hit the table in front of him, already signed by Blaine, signing them himself with shaky hands, taking off his wedding ring for the first time in two years. He'd always put on a brave face, pretended he was ok, and let life move on.

'But at least you knew he existed.' Lydia said quietly. 'Apologise all you want, but there's nothing that can make up for 14 years lost, because neither of us knew.'

'No. You're absolutely right.' Kurt said. 'But we can make everything from here on out count.'

Blaine nodded. 'We will.'

'You know... the upside of this is that for the rest of our lives we always have this to fall back on.' Lydia said smirking. 'We are virtually invincible from punishment because 'hey, remember that time you separated me from my twin sister for fourteen years?' I don't think there are many things we can do that are worse than that.'

'We'll see about that Lydia.' Blaine told her. 'I don't think any of this makes you exempt from being grounded.'

'What's going to happen now?' Grace asked softly. 'I mean... things can't just go back to how they were, that... well, that would quite frankly suck.'

'We'll figure it out.' Kurt said. 'I'm sure we can come to an arrangement.'

'Like we both move in here and be one big, extremely dysfunctional family?' Grace asked.

'While that sounds like the premise for a terrible sitcom, no. I somehow don't think Blaine and his fiancé would appreciate that too much. Let's think a bit more practically.'

Grace turned to Lydia and shrugged. 'Was worth a try.'

'One day though.'

'Most of the time the girls are at school. So it's really just the weekend's home and holidays.' Blaine said. 'I'm sure that won't be too hard to arrange. Some weekends they can come here, others they can go to yours. And holidays...'

'Christmas and new years is coming up.' Kurt said.

'Half the day each?' Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head. 'I have to stay in New York over Christmas. It was Thanksgiving or Christmas my spring line isn't exactly going to design itself, and Grace loves the city at Christmas time, so...'

'You have your own label?' Blaine asked.

Kurt blushed ever so slightly, and nodded. 'Yes.'

'How have you not heard of Hummel Designs?' Lydia asked. 'I've only asked for several different pieces over the year.'

'Right.' Blaine said. 'Well, congratulations. So, um, Christmas...'

'It's a no-brainer dad.' Lydia said. 'We both go to New York for Christmas, and come back for new years.'

'I have to spend Christmas without you?'

'You come to New York too then.'

'How about, we sort out the details later?' Kurt suggested. 'Who knows, maybe between here and Christmas I can get some enough time off to make a trip back here worthwhile. We'll just have to wait and see. I do think, however, that it's time for Grace and I to get going. We've interrupted enough of your day... and I'm sure we can get to Westerville in time to still catch a few good Black Friday deals.'

Blaine cracked a smile. 'Remember your first Black Friday experience in New York?'

Kurt grinned back. 'Serves Macy's right for putting new kids on staff during Black Friday. It's not my fault she cried.'

'You were making sales assistants cry even back then?' Grace asked.

'You can makes sales assistants cry?' Lydia asked. 'I definitely have to go shopping with you.'

'He has a natural gift for it.' Blaine said.

'I'm demanding stories from you next time.' Grace said. 'I know he won't share them.'

'Ok, leaving, now.' Kurt stood up quickly.

'Afraid of what other deep dark secrets in your past might be revealed?' Grace asked.

'Yes. Exactly.'

Grace rolled her eyes, but stood up with her father anyway. 'Fine... I'll get those stories eventually though. You can't stop it.'

'But I can prolong it.' Kurt said.

'I'll see you two out.' Blaine said, standing up as well.

All four of them walked to the front door, where there was suddenly a pause and an awkward silence. Grace made eye contact with Lydia.

'I'll see you back at school.' Lydia said.

'Ugh, school. Why remind me?' Grace groaned.

'Thanks for not freaking out.' Kurt said softly, looking at Blaine, while the girls were momentarily distracted. 'And... thanks for taking such good care of her. You've raised a well-rounded girl.'

Blaine nodded. 'You too.'

'We'll work this out?'

'We'll work this out.'

'Good. That's... good.' Kurt nodded. 'Grace, come on, we have to leave.'

'Fine. See ya Lyd.' Grace turned slightly to look at Blaine, suddenly unsure of how she was supposed to address him, or where the boundaries were. 'And um... bye.'

'Bye Grace.' Blaine said, and suddenly stepped forwards and embraced her in a hug. It was slightly awkward and a little uncomfortable... and yet, so familiar because this man was... well, he was her father, really, and he was supposed to have been part of her family.

When they broke apart, Grace pretended to ignore the tears she saw in Blaine's eyes, and instead gave him and Lydia a final wave before getting into the car with her dad.

x x x

Kurt had never felt more emotionally drained than he did walking back into his Dad's house later that afternoon. He'd expected it to be hard, seeing Blaine again after all this time... but nowhere near as hard as it was. Last time he'd seen Blaine, he held a lot of anger towards him. Now the anger was gone, and he just constantly missed Blaine... the point where he'd been a little jealous of the way Blaine had wrapped his arms tightly around Grace, he ached to feel those arms around just one more time. It as ridiculous though... to be jealous of his daughter, for hugging a man who was, technically her father (his name was still on the birth certificate after all).

'I made you both hot chocolate.' Burt said as they walked in the door, shrugging off their coats. 'And Carole baked a cheesecake.'

'Comfort food.' Kurt sighed. 'Thank you.' He headed straight towards the kitchen.

Burt kept Grace back a moment 'Grace?'

'Yes, Lydia is back at her house, with her dad.'

Burt nodded. 'How did it go?'

She shrugged. 'I supposed it could have been worse. There could have been yelling.'

Burt's eyebrows rose. 'There was no yelling?'

'Nope.' Grace shook her head. 'Just a lot of... looking when the other wasn't.' She lowered her voice to a whisper Burt had to strain to hear. 'Between you and me, they're still completely in love.'

Burt nodded. 'Honestly? I'm not at all surprised. They always seemed like kind of a forever deal. Until... well...'

'There's still time for forever.' Grace said. 'Now, I heard the words hot chocolate, and cheesecake uttered.'

They walked to the kitchen, where Kurt was sitting at the table, already with a generous portion of cheesecake on a plate in front of him, and a hint of hot chocolate on his upper lip. 'I'm fine Dad, you don't need to go asking my daughter. I'm happy to talk about everything that happened.'

'How did B- he take the news?'

Kurt shrugged. 'Seemed a little shocked, but, mostly was pretty calm.'

'And how are you?' Burt asked.

'I'm ok.'

'Kurt...'

'No really. I am. I'm still processing it all but, I'm ok. I don't think this will end in disaster and that's good.'

'Well, ok... that's good then.' Burt said, still sounding a little dubious. But he didn't argue his case. If Kurt felt like he was fine, then he was going to trust him.

'So, if it's ok with you Pop, I'm going to take this up to my room so I can eat while working on the homework I have to do.'

Burt nodded, and Grace took it as her cue to leave. Once she was out of the room Kurt sighed.

'How're you really feeling?' Burt asked once Grace had left the room.

Kurt sighed. 'Heavy. Drained. Exhausted. I don't know.'

'And how was...' Bury trailed off, suddenly not sure if he was supposed to mention the Blaine factor of it all.

'Good. He's... He looks like he's doing well.'

'I'm glad to hear that. He was a good kid. And how are the girls?'

'I really don't know. Adjusting, I guess. Mad at us.'

'Reasonably so.'

'Dad... please, don't.'

'Don't what?'

'I don't need you adding to my guilt. Just one look at either of the girls is enough, god even just thinking about it is enough. I already know everything was handled badly. I wish I could take it back. I've spent 14 years wishing I could take it back.'

'Look, kid...'

'Thirty-seven years old and still being called kid.'

'Because you'll always be my kid. Kurt, you have to realise that you can't take it back. And right now you have two hurt teenage girls that you have to deal with and that needs to be your priority.'

'Dad... seeing them together...' He said.

'I know.' And Burt was being honest. He did know. Last night, seeing his two granddaughters, together, for the first time since they were only a few months old... he would deny it to everyone, but he'd felt a little teary over it.

'I just hope that one day they can forgive us.'

'I think they will.'

x x x

As soon as Kurt and Grace had left the house immediately felt empty. Like something was missing. They had been in the house for all of two hours... how had they left that much on an impact? Hummel's truly were something that, Blaine knew for certain. He and Lydia had watched the car drive out of the driveway, Blaine's feeling completely and utterly drained. Left with only a few words Kurt had uttered running through his mind over and over again. He already couldn't remember much else of what had been said in their conversation... had Kurt actually admitted to still being in love with him?

Beside him, Lydia sighed heavily and turned back into the house, ready to go upstairs and retreat to her room.

'Lydia.' Blaine said, using the most authoritative voice he had. 'Stop. Before you go to your room we need to have a chat.'

'What's there to chat about?' Lydia asked. 'You and Kurt both totally suck, but at least Grace and I can be proper sisters now.'

'Come and sit down in the living the room.'

'Fine.'

Blaine practically heard the roll of her eyes. She followed him to the living room and sat herself down on the couch in a heavy huff and folded her arms across her chest and waiting.

'Firstly, you cannot just take off, at night time no less, just because you're upset. If you're upset, we talk. I don't care that you went to the Hummel's, you still... how did you even get there? They live in Lima.'

'Took a bus.' She shrugged.

'On Thanksgiving?'

'Yep.'

'Ok, well, that aside. I don't care that that's where you went. Though I am grateful that at least Burt and Carole, is it still Burt and Carole?'

'Yes. It's still Burt and Carole.'

'Right. Good, that's... that's good. I'm grateful that they are kind, hospitable people-'

'That I'm related to.'

'Technically Carole is your step-grandmother. That's not the point.' Blaine shook his head. 'It's not about who you went to. It's the fact that you went at all. I was worried sick Lydia! I didn't know where you were, or who you were with. Anything could have happened to you.'

'I called you. I told you I was fine.'

'I still didn't know where you were. And it was terrifying. You are to never do that again. Lock yourself in your room, that's fine. But you need to talk to me when you're upset. You can't just run off like you did.'

'Will you listen to me if I talk?' She asked. Her voice was quiet and soft, as she looked at him, almost worried.

'Lydia, yes. Of course I'll listen.'

'But I mean, actually listen... not just hear the words that I say, but try and understand where I'm coming from.'

'Yes.'

'Ok.' She took a deep breath. 'I don't like Mason. And I don't like that you want to marry him. I know, I know you think he'll make you happy. But... I don't think he will.'

'And... what makes you think that?'

'He's after your money. He all but told me so.'

'When was this?'

'Last night! Just before you announced your stupid engagement. How long have you even been seeing him for? Do you actually know him? He's going to rob you blind Dad. I don't like him.'

'Lydia, look, I know you and Grace have probably got some scenario all planned out where Kurt and I end up back together and we're one big happy family, but that's not going happen.'

'You're still not listening to me. This isn't about Kurt, or Grace. This is about Mason being an asshole. This is about you, not even thinking about the fact that by marrying him you're not just bringing him into your life, but my life as well. And he told me, he actually told me he wants your wallet. Why would I make something like that up? I want you to be happy, and he's not... he's not it Dad.'

'Lydia, you probably miss heard him. And look, I get what you're saying, and you're right. You don't know him, and that's not fair on you. I didn't think any of it through. I'll give you time, then, to get to know Mase, because I'm so sure you'll change your mind about him. And he'll understand, not having the wedding right away. In fact, how about over Christmas break, you, me, Grace and Mason, we'll all go on a trip. I can get to know Grace, and you both can get to know Mason. How does that sound?'

Lydia shrugged. 'Yeah, fine, whatever. I didn't mishear anything. But ok. We'll do that. What if I still don't like him?'

'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Are we cool then?'

'Yeah.' She nodded. 'We're cool.'

'Good. because you're grounded from now until eternity.'

'What? Because I don't like your boyfriend?'

'Because you ran off.'

'Um, you seperated me from my twin sister.'

'Still grounded.'

'You suck.'

A/N: Next chapter has some good old fashioned Klaine :).