Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of the characters that appear on the show. This is just me playing around with them for our mutual entertainment.

A/n: So I finally got around to writing another chapter of this story. Schoolwork is getting the best of me at the moment, thanks to some insanity with my schedule that took the better part of Monday to get figured out and the ridiculous work schedule I currently have going on. But I'm going to keep going on this and every other story I have going at the moment… it just may be a little bit slower than you're used to!

Blaine had been worrying about this day ever since Rian had come home with them from the hospital. He wasn't sure how well Rian was going to handle going back to school. Blaine was just thankful that it was the week of Thanksgiving, meaning that it was only two days before they would be out of school and on a plane to Ohio. So to say that he was relieved when the last period of the day came around would be an understatement. After all, Rian was in his last period class and it would be easy for Blaine to see exactly how he was doing.

"Alright, guys… I know you're excited, but we still have today and tomorrow to rehearse before you get to go on Thanksgiving break and we have a concert in less than two weeks, so I need everyone to focus!"

The class went by more quickly than Blaine anticipated, and he really didn't feel as though they were very well prepared for their upcoming concert. Especially given the fact that Rian didn't know his music very well considering how much class he'd missed. Blaine sat down at his desk and sighed as his students filed out of the room, working on packing up his own things while everyone but Rian hurried to get out of the room before Blaine could call them back to rehearse more.

"You're frustrated?" Blaine looked up at Rian's comment, smiling at the boy as he checked to make sure that they were alone.

"A little. Things aren't coming together as well as I had hoped," Blaine replied. "We'll get it together, but I'm going to be nervous about it the whole break unless it's a lot better tomorrow."

"I'm sorry…" Blaine shook his head at Rian's response to his comment.

"It's not your fault. I know that you'll be fine with the music by the concert… there's a reason you usually end up sitting first chair. I just worry that the music I picked out is too difficult for most of the class, and that it's going to be a disaster and it's all my fault."

"You can't control everything."

"I can control how hard the music is. I can encourage you all to practice more when we aren't in class…" Blaine replied.

"But it's still up to all of us to put forth the effort. You can't make any of us practice outside of class. Well, except for maybe me." Blaine smiled, shaking his head.

"I'm not going to force you to practice at home… you spend enough time doing that on your own, without either Kurt or myself pushing you to do it," Blaine replied. He looked over at the door for a moment, sighing as he grabbed his bag. "We should go… you have homework, and I still have to figure out what we're going to eat for dinner so that Kurt doesn't yell at me for not feeding you properly." Blaine couldn't help but smile at the way the boy rolled his eyes at the idea.

"He acts like I'm helpless sometimes…" Rian muttered.

"He worries about you. We both do… you're special to us. We're responsible for making sure that you're okay, and after everything that's happened we're a little on edge about all of that. We don't want anything bad to happen to you." Rian simply shrugged. Blaine had a feeling that the boy didn't completely believe what he was saying.

Truth be told, they had been fighting that mindset ever since Rian had moved in with them a few weeks earlier. It was difficult; Blaine and Kurt both wanted to be there for Rian, but the boy was still resisting letting them get close, almost as if he was afraid to get too close to either of them. And Blaine had to admit that it was probably their fault. They had been honest with Rian about the issues with their future plans to adopt him, and now it seemed as though the boy didn't want to let himself get too close or too attached to them. Which was difficult, because Kurt and Blaine both really wanted to be dads to Rian.

"We don't have to take a cab…" Rian commented as Blaine stepped out towards the street to hail a taxi.

"I don't want you on the subway just yet… I know you feel better, but I'm just worried that people are a little too rough. I don't want you to get hurt." Blaine put a hand on Rian's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I know this is weird, okay? It's kind of a new thing for all of us… so just let us be a little annoyingly anxious about everything, just for now. We'll lighten up once we actually know what we're doing with this whole parenting thing. I promise."

Blaine ushered Rian into the cab for their brief ride back to the apartment, which was surprisingly silent. Blaine had to admit that he was a little surprised by the fact that Rian simply went into his bedroom to start his homework as soon as they got back to the apartment, without saying a word.

Blaine went into the kitchen, looking through the fridge to see what ingredients they had for him to make dinner since Kurt had taken the previous night's leftovers to the theatre with him. What he really wanted to do was order Chinese and sit down in front of the TV with it. But given the fact that they were trying to make sure that Rian was only eating healthy foods, that really wasn't an option. Thankfully, it looked like Kurt had gotten bored, as the man had cooked paella and put it into the fridge for them. "Kurt Hummel, I love you…"

"I don't think that he can hear you…" Blaine turned around, smiling at Rian's comment.

"He may not be able to hear me, but he did make us dinner. Which just made my day, because I really wasn't looking forward to cooking."

"Isn't that why they invented takeout?" Rian asked. Blaine smirked.

"Takeout gets a little expensive if you do it too much… not to mention that Kurt and I have been trying to avoid feeding you a lot of takeout or junk food until the ulcers have had enough time to heal."

"It's been three weeks. I'm off the antibiotics. Isn't that supposed to mean that I'm better?" Blaine shrugged, pulling a couple of glasses out of the cabinet and pouring some water for each of them.

"I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, we're going to be eating out on the way to Ohio in a couple of days. And Carole is going to be giving you everything you want to eat while we're there, because she's going to think we aren't feeding you enough since you're so thin." Blaine handed one of the glasses of water to Rian, knowing that the boy had more than likely come into the kitchen for that reason. "I'll warm up dinner around the time we usually eat… why don't you get started on your homework? I'm going to throw in some laundry and start trying to get everything together for our trip."