This chapter is a bit angsty, I almost cried writing it, grab a tissue or two and enjoy! :)

Annabelle is very bright for a second grader, but still Kurt and Blaine are always worried about her when she's in school. She's at the age where her peers decide to start thinking that it isn't normal to have gay parents. She could get bullied or something and they don't want that to happen to her. It would hurt her so much and not one parent in this world ever wants their child to be that hurt. Annabelle sits at the kitchen table busily writing something down in a notebook that Blaine assumes is some kind of homework assignment for school.

"What are you working on over there Bumblebee?" Blaine asks

"My autobiography." Annabelle says grinning
"You're in second grade and the teacher is asking you to write an autobiography?"
"Papa don't be silly, I'm getting older that means I get to do more advanced things in school now."

"Oh I see, how's it coming?"
"Pretty good, right now I'm writing about our family, me, you, Daddy, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Finn, Lilly, Uncle Cooper, and Grandpa Burt."
"What'd you say about me?"
"I said that you look like me, and that you're a professional pianist and you play for all kinds of people, and that you like bowties and hair gel."
"Oh, and about your Daddy?"
"I said that Daddy works in fashion but sometimes he's in Broadway shows, and that he likes Marc Jacobs and singing show tunes."
"That's cool, just let me know if you need any help"
"Okay."

Blaine smiles, his daughter is a very smart girl and he loves to sit there and watch her think, she'll pause, pencil resting on her paper, and push her wild and very untamed curls out of her face and then she'll go back to heavily concentrating on her work.

"Daddy can I please borrow some pictures for my autobiography?" Annabelle asks Kurt at dinner later that night.

"Of course you can Darling." Kurt says with a smile.

"I have it done but we need a front cover so I need pictures."
"I'll gladly help you with that. You I know I love a good excuse to get my creativity going, and there's no better way to do that then helping my beautiful daughter."
"I am so going to get an A. Especially with you helping me Daddy."
"You better believe that you're going to get an A. You're one smart girl."
"Really? I'm not that smart."
"Annabelle Marie, don't be such a modest child you've got straight A's. It's perfectly ok to be proud of that. You're Papa and I are very proud of you for getting these grades."

"How did I get my name?"
"Well, you're Papa wanted a cute and catchy little girl's name so he picked out Annabelle, and I wanted something simple but very pretty so I picked Marie, then you became Annabelle Marie Hummel-Anderson."
"What was it like the day I was born?"
"You made us so happy, when I saw you I cried, and so did your Papa, even though he hates to admit it."
"You cried. Why?"
"Because Baby Girl, you were the most beautiful little girl I'd ever seen, you still are."
"My teacher asks about you and Papa a lot. I like her, she never says anything mean about you guys ever."

"That's very good to hear I'm glad she's a nice lady."

"She's very nice, she said that she finds you to be a very pleasant person."
"I liked her too, she complimented you at Parent-Teacher Conference night."
"What'd she say?"
"That you are very bright and a pleasure to have in class."

"I like it when people say these really nice things it makes me feel really good."
A few days later it is finally the day of Annabelle's autobiography project, and she's really excited about it she spends the whole ride to school talking about it. She waves Blaine goodbye and gives him a very big, classic, Annabelle Marie Hummel-Anderson smile. Blaine has a really good feeling that this will go very well. Little does he know he was very wrong. He picks Annabelle up from school and her usual happy, bright blue eyes are completely flooding with tears.

"Bumblebee, what's wrong? What happened Lovely?" Blaine asks concerned.

"Garret M-Miles, he r-r-ruined m-my p-project, a-a-and he said a whole bunch of really mean things about you and Daddy and…" Annabelle trails off in sobs.

"Honey, it's okay, don't cry I can hardly understand you. It's ok Sweetie, the teacher knows you did a good job you'll still get a good grade, and what Garret did will be taken care of I promise." Blaine says, his heart ripping in two for his daughter.

"But Papa, I was going to keep it forever and Daddy said I could keep all of the pictures and they're all ruined."
"Darling, it's okay, people do mean things it's going to be ok."
"But they did all of those things because of you and Daddy. I hate them Papa! It isn't fair! You two do anything wrong, anything."
"I know it isn't fair baby, I'm so sorry but you know what, there isn't a thing you could have done. People are going to be mean no matter how old you get, and don't you worry about your Daddy and me, we deal with it just fine, because we love each other so much, and we love you so much."
"I love you too Papa."
That evening Blaine's drinking coffee with Kurt and they are both so upset for Annabelle."
"Oh Kurt, she's heart broken. What do we do?" Blaine says very sadly.

"I don't know Blaine, she's just an eight year old girl. I never thought that someone would even do that to her, to us, at least not at this age."
"It breaks my heart Kurt, it really, really does."
"I feel so bad for her she's cried all day. It's not good for her to do that."
"You think we should go talk to her?"
"Yeah, we probably should."
"Sweetheart, can Papa and I come in?" Kurt asks knocking on Annabelle's door."
"Sure." Annabelle answers very quetly.

"Honey, why are you so upset? I know what those kids did was absolutely awful, but I think you should stop crying, because you don't deserve to be upset." "Kurt says gently, while wrapping his arm around her as he wipes the tears away from her eyes
"Because you and Papa are my family and I love you guys so much."

"We love you too Sweetheart, so much" her parents say forming a giant hug. The love in this family is so powerful that Annabelle knew it would all be ok.
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