Hello dear readers of Daddies! Klaine fluffiness and sweetness follows, this time on the soccer field. Brace yourself for cavity after cavity after cavity.

Some readers have left comments regarding the realism in this piece. Many of the situations I write about here come from my own life, so I try to stay true to events that can really happen. Wild boys at sleepovers who get up at 3am to play video games? Been there done that. Kids reading before attending kindergarten? Yep. Parents who get along famously with very little conflict in their relationship? Quite real. Working/going to school while pregnant? Totally possible. Please know that in my writing I strive to be accurate, realistic, and true.

So, with no further ado, I bring you the next episode in the lives of our favorite boys. Enjoy! PS: I don't own Glee…lather, rinse, repeat.

~oOo~

"Blaine, have I ever told you that I loathe soccer season?" Kurt asked as the men emerged from the car.

"Only about a thousand times…today," Blaine said, grinning. "I know that the games late in the season can be miserable, but look at our boy," Blaine pointed towards the field before them. "He positively loves this game, even more than I did as a kid." AJ stopped a pass from his coach and dribbled towards the goal. With a sure foot he booted the ball high and to the center, where it sailed right over the keeper's head.

"I'm the first to admit that I don't get the whole draw to sports you two seem to have, but I can see how much playing soccer makes him happy. I just wish the fields didn't have to be so muddy and that the rain didn't have to fall every single Saturday morning!" Kurt was appropriately outfitted in his Wellies and a bumbershoot. Even with the protection from the rain, his hair suffered from the exposure to precipitation.

"Come on. We'll find the driest place on the field and then we'll break out the coffee. I added a little somethin'-somethin' to it as a surprise," Blaine said.

"Kahlua?" Kurt asked.

"Uh, no. Chocolate raspberry syrup," Blaine said, reaching for a thermos.

"Ah, well, I suppose getting sloshed at our son's soccer game might be frowned upon," Kurt said, grinning. "Thanks for the coffee Blaine.

"Sure thing. Looks like they are ready to start," Blaine said, turning his attention to the game. "Let's go AJ!" he shouted.

From his position as center forward, AJ passed the ball to Owen, who passed it back to AJ. AJ broke through the defense of the opposing team, skillfully blowing by the defenders. Poised before the goal, he took the shot and scored. His teammates ran at him, jumping and screaming. With less than two minutes of playing time, the game was off to a terrific start.

~oOo~

At the half, AJ's team was ahead, 6-2. The boys ate orange wedges as they listened to Owen and Ethan's dad, Sean, give them the rundown on what to expect in the second half. With two minutes before the whistle left, AJ ran to his dads to get his water bottle and a little encouragement.

"Good playing out there boy!" Blaine said, patting AJ on the back. "You're going to want to watch out for number 12 on the other team. I'm guessing his coach is telling him to toughen up on you, so be aware of where he is."

"Got it Dad. He's already trying to push me around a bit but I just threw an elbow his way and he backed off a bit," AJ said with a grin.

"That's my boy!" Blaine said.

"Blaine, don't encourage that kind of unrefined behavior," Kurt said as he turned to their son. "AJ, if that number 12 gives you any trouble out there, stick out your leg and trip him," Kurt said with a grin. AJ laughed at his dads, but especially at the look on Blaine's face. After another quick drink of water, AJ headed to his position at the center of the field.

And just as Blaine predicted, number 12 was all over AJ. The coach of the opposing team obviously told his players to double and even triple up on AJ in an attempt to shut him down. AJ's face showed frustration, but he continued to play his best and managed to score another goal with the help of Owen and Peter on the front line.

Midway through the second half, the other team scored, which brought AJ back to center for the kickoff. As soon as he tapped the ball to Peter, number 12 ran forward and slammed into AJ hard enough to send him flying through the air. Kurt and Blaine were out of their chairs and on their feet. Coach Sean issued a loud verbal protest as AJ landed on the ground with his right leg bent in a way legs are not supposed to bend.

The referee's whistle blew and he ran to AJ. Instinctively, the players from each side took a knee and waited silently. Number 12 looked towards his coach, who remained straight faced. The ref signaled AJ's coach onto the field; Blaine and Kurt were right behind him.

"I'm no doctor," the teenage ref said, "but I think you'd better call an ambulance." Margie, Sean's wife whipped out her cell phone and called 911. In just a few minutes, sirens could be heard as the came closer and closer to the soccer field.

~oOo~

"Squeeze my hand as hard as you can, if that helps," Kurt said as the paramedics loaded AJ onto the stretcher.

"Daddy, it really hurts!" AJ said through his tears.

Turning to the paramedics, Kurt asked, "Can you give him something for the pain?"

"I wish, sir, but the hospital asks that we not administer any medications. They'll do that when we arrive. We'll do our best to keep his leg stabilized on the trip there. Will you be riding along?"

"Yes. Just let me talk to my husband before we leave," Kurt said, as he signaled to Blaine. The paramedics looked at each other, eyebrows high, at the word "husband." Kurt had neither the energy nor the patience for his regular response, which would be to have a few well-chosen words on how rude their actions were. Instead, he ignored the look and conferred with Blaine. It was decided that Blaine would follow the ambulance to the hospital, but that he had a few things to settle before leaving.

"Come on Blaine! What is more important than getting AJ to the hospital?" Kurt asked, exasperated.

"Kurt, that coach put his player in a horrible position and as a result, our son is injured. I'm just going to give him a little reminder that soccer is a kids' sport and that what went down today was not okay."

"The man sent a boy out to injure another boy. What makes you think he's not going to launch at you?" Kurt asked. "Come on, let's just go."

"This is one of those things I feel compelled to face," Blaine said, looking Kurt in the eye. Kurt saw the determination in his husband's eyes and let out a low sigh.

"Okay, Mr. Soccer Dad. Have it your way, but keep it civil. I'm not in the mood for two ambulance rides today," Kurt said as he walked towards the ambulance. When he got to the open back doors, he told Sean about Blaine's plan.

"Oh, crap!" Sean said. "The coach from the other team is a notorious hot head. I'm going in as Blaine's backup. Charlie? Mike?" Sean called to two other dads, "Come along please?" Sean pointed to Blaine who was halfway across the field.

"Gladly." Charlie said, "God, I hate that coach. He's a complete ass." All three men hustled to catch up with Blaine.

~oOo~

"Excuse me!" Blaine called to the opposing team's coach. The man stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, and hiding beneath a baseball cap. "Hi. I'm Blaine Hummel-Anderson and I'm the dad of the boy your player hit."

"Yeah, unfortunate accident there. Real sorry about that." Insincerity oozed from the man's mouth as he regarded Blaine with a sideways glance.

"Funny, I'm not sensing you feeling sorry at all. I know that accidents happen in kids' sports all the time, but I can't help but think your number 12 was encouraged to plow into my son. Is that really the message you want to send to the players of your team?" The opposing coach took note of the three men who stepped up behind Blaine.

"Let me get this straight. Are you accusing me of coaching my players to play dirty?"

"To be blunt, yes. That's exactly what I'm saying. But more importantly, I'm asking you to look at what you are teaching your players. Do you really want them to think that the only way to come back from behind is to use dirty tricks? You basically just told them that they have no skills, so they best rely on eliminating the competition!" Blaine said, his voice getting louder with each sentence.

"And where did you learn to play soccer, in Homo-ville? Wait, do they even play sports in Homo-ville, or is it only dancing and singing there?" The other coach emphasized his offensive remarks by making his wrist go limp and wiggling his fingers at Blaine.

"Okay. So we're doing this. Sir, you are fairly warned that I'll be taking this issue up with the soccer association. Your actions and the actions of your player will be noted. People like you should not be coaching children's sports teams," Blaine said, remaining calm.

The opposing coach looked Blaine in the eye and said, "Yeah? And two homos should not be raising kids. That boy's is going to be screwed up fifteen ways from next Monday."

At this remark, Blaine launched himself at the coach, only to be held back by the quick thinking backup trio of Mike, Charlie, and Sean.

"Blaine! Man! He's not worth it!" Sean pleaded. "He's a notorious jerk. Let the soccer association take this on. You've got to get to the hospital, and quite frankly, I don't want to face Kurt if you show up injured. He'll kill me."

"Yeah, come on Blaine. Don't stoop to his classless level. Let's get you to AJ," Charlie said, as he and Mike turned and led Blaine across the field.

When they reached the sidelines, Margie hung up her cell phone. "That was Kurt. The ER docs have looked at AJ's leg and they are talking surgery. You'd better get there Blaine. Come on, I'll drive you," she said, grabbing her bag and her keys. Blaine rushed to the parking lot, the need to be with his boy stronger than any anger he had towards the coach of the other team.

~oOo~

"So, as you can see, the break is clean, but in a critical area. Breaks in long bones are never easy to fix, but the important thing is to fix it right. After looking at all of the x-rays, I think joining the bone back together with a pin is the best plan for your boy, especially if he wants to continue to be active," said Dr. Rauch, the pediatric doctor on duty explained.

Kurt took in a sharp breath and Blaine gripped his hand. "What does the recovery time look like?" Kurt asked.

"Well, each case is a little different. AJ is young, healthy and active, so he might be back up to speed before, say, someone our age would be. He'll need physical therapy for a while after recovery. Generally, kids come out of this surgery unscathed."

"But there is always the possibility that he'll not make the recovery expected, right? The idea there is risk in everything, right?" Blaine asked.

"Of course," the doctor said.

"Dr. Rauch," Kurt asked, "if this were your son, what would you do?"

"He'd be on the operating table ASAP. AJ stands the best chance of a return to his active kid life by having this surgery."

Blaine and Kurt exchanged worried looks and then turned to the doctor. "Let's get him all fixed up," Kurt said, a note of nervousness in his voice. "Can we see him before he goes under?" Kurt asked.

"Of course. I'll find out what prep room he'll be in. You have some paperwork to fill out, so how about you meet us in the prep room when you are done." Dr. Rauch called the front desk to send someone back to escort the Hummel-Andersons back to the lobby to fill out forms.

Finally, the men were allowed back to see AJ. Their son's face brightened a bit as he saw his dads. A nurse by the name of Esme stood and said, "There they are! AJ has been asking for you." Turning to AJ she said, "Hey buddy, your surgery will be over before you know it. I'll stop by after you wake up and bring some of those cookies we were talking about, if that's okay with your dads."

"Is it okay? AJ asked.

"Of course!" Blaine said. He then turned to the nurse and said, "Thank you Esme, for sitting with our son until we could get here. We appreciated your kindness."

"It was my pleasure to hang out with such a cool kid," Esme said just loud enough for AJ to hear. AJ smiled and lifted his arm to wave as Esme left the room.

"How are you feeling son?" Kurt asked.

"It hurts Daddy. The doctor gave me some medicine to make the pain go away, but it still really hurts. The other doctor talked to me about surgery, so I'm kind of scared."

"No need to be worried buddy," Blaine said gently. "The doctors know what they are doing and you're going to be good as new. You'll be playing soccer before you know it."

Just then another nurse entered the room. "AJ Hummel-Anderson? I'm Nichole and I'm here to get you ready for surgery. Now don't you worry about a thing. This is all going to be over before you know it. You are one of the bravest kids I've seen! That's quite a break you have in your leg!" AJ relaxed a little as Nichole began preparations. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and Blaine squeezed back. Both knew they had to keep up brave faces for AJ, but both felt the sting of worry for their boy.

~oOo~

"Kurt? Blaine?" Dr. Rauch said as he walked into the waiting room. He was still in his scrubs and removed his mask as he began to talk. "I'm glad to tell you that the surgery went better than we could have expected. The break was relatively clean, just as we thought and inserting the pin went smoothly. AJ is still out of it, but he's in recovery if you'd like to go see him." Both of the men let out a sigh and a few tears that had been just waiting behind Kurt's eyes began to fall.

"I'll take you to AJ now, if you'd like. I'll stop by tomorrow morning to talk about his recovery plan. If everything goes well tonight and tomorrow, it looks like we'll be able to release him tomorrow evening." Dr. Rauch pushed open the door to Recovery Room #3, where Blaine and Kurt found their boy stretched out on the bed, sleeping quietly. An imposing cast covered most of his injured leg. Both knew that AJ was in for some major discomfort when he awoke.

"Thank you, Dr. Rauch, for taking care of our son," Kurt said.

"No need for thanks," the doctor replied. "It's so nice to see a family that is so happy and supportive of each other and functioning. We'll talk tomorrow." With that, Dr. Rauch left the room.

"Hmmm. Bats for our team?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"My gaydar has been beeping since he introduced himself," Blaine responded. AJ began to stir and both men turned their attention to him. As AJ came to the surface, he whimpered in pain and called out for his daddies. Moments later he opened his eyes and began to cry.

"It hurts, Daddies!" he said, the intensity of his sobs increasing as the pain rose with his awareness. Blaine picked up the call button that rang in the nurses' station and Kurt picked up his son's hand.

"Hang in there baby. We'll get you something to make the pain go away," Kurt said. Seconds later, a nurse entered the room, pain meds in hand.

"I thought you'd be ready for something to make you feel better," Nichole, the nurse from earlier said with a smile. AJ sat up just enough to take the pills and sip some water. "It will take a while to kick in, so hang in there best you can, okay? I heard you are a soccer player! So is my son Jesse. Did you score any points today?" the nurse asked.

"Three," AJ said with a little grin.

"So, basically you are a soccer superstar stud?" the Nichole asked. AJ giggled a little, his spirits raised. Turning to the men she said, "Call me if the pain doesn't subside in twenty minutes. I have other meds I can give him if need be. Also, will you be staying here tonight? We can arrange for some rollaway beds for you."

"Yes, we'll be here. That would be wonderful and thank you, for everything," Kurt said.

"It's my pleasure," the nurse said as she left the room.

~oOo~

By 8:00 that night, AJ was feeling pretty wiped out. Kurt encouraged him to find a comfortable position and try to get some sleep. As AJ was settling in, a quiet knock came from the door.

"Come in," Blaine called out. An enormous bouquet of balloons entered the room before the person carrying them did. Once in the room, the Hummel-Andersons saw none other than Number 12 from the team AJ played that morning. Standing next to him was a man who looked like a taller, older version of the boy.

"Is this AJ Hummel-Anderson?" the man asked.

"Yes, it is," Blaine said, getting up to shake the man's hand. "I'm one of AJ's dad's Blaine, and this is his other dad, Kurt." Kurt waved from the side of his son's bed.

"I'm Forrest St. Clair and this is my son, Weston. We're real sorry about what happened today and wanted to stop by and see how your boy was doin'" Weston peered through the balloon strings, his eyes growing large when he saw the cast on AJ's leg. Immediately, his eyes went to the ground. "Weston, did you have something to say?"

Weston stepped towards AJ and said, "These balloons are for you. I'm really sorry about what happened today. I feel awful about what I did. I hope you get better real soon."

AJ looked at the boy and said, "Thank you for apologizing and thank you for the balloons. You are a good soccer player. Want to come over to my house and practice some time? I have a big backyard and my dad built a soccer goal out there so I can shoot on goal…" The boys were engrossed in a conversation about soccer in no time.

Forrest turned to Kurt and Blaine and apologized as well. "I just wanted to let you know that the parents on our team have filed a formal complaint about Coach Nelson. We've all questioned his methods at one time or another, but today he went over the line. Everyone feels awful."

"Well, thank you for that," Kurt said, shaking Forrest's hand. "No kids should be subjected to that kind of coaching."

"We all agree. Hey, Weston, we'd best be going so AJ can get some rest. Nice meeting all of you and again, sorry about what happened. Let us know if we can help out in any way."

"I think the boys would like to get together and play soccer at our house if that's okay with you Forrest," Blaine said.

"Of course. Here's my business card. The second number is my cell phone. Give us a call when you boy is feeling up to it."

"Will do," Kurt said.

~oOo~

The next day, Blaine wheeled AJ through the front door of their house. Since stairs were going to impossible for a while, a bed was made up in the downstairs guest bedroom. A cot sat nearby so that one dad could sleep close by and give medications during the night if need be. AJ took his medication for pain, got as comfortable as possible, and began to doze off. Kurt wandered back out to the living room, where he found Blaine reading through the doctor's instructions.

"Everything looks pretty logical and easy to follow. AJ has an appointment with Dr. Rauch in a week to check on the progress of his healing. Other than that, it looks like our little invalid is on his way to a smooth recovery!"

Kurt sat down next to his husband and leaned into his side. Blaine's arm instinctively went around Kurt's shoulder as they both sat back on the couch. Moments later, tears began to flow from both men's eyes. With that release of the stress from the past 30 hours, both felt a little better, but exhausted.

"Well, there's an experience I hope we never have to live again!" Kurt said, a bit of his sharp-tongued humor returning.

"No kidding. We've been really lucky in the whole injury/illness department with AJ. I simply cannot imagine how parents deal with situations where a child has a long-term illness…" He stopped talking, realizing that the thoughts might make Kurt more upset than he already was.

"I sincerely hope we never have to deal with a serious disease. We'll consider ourselves lucky if we don't," Kurt said.

"You know, even though this past day has been sixteen shades of horrible, I'm once again reminded of how wonderful you are," Blaine said, pulling Kurt close and kissing him." Both men turned towards each other and followed up the kiss with a long hug.

"Through everything, I kept reminding myself how lucky AJ and I are to have you," Kurt said, more tears starting to flow. "Happy tears," Kurt said, pointing to his cheeks.

"And I," Blaine said, "found myself thinking the same thing. Come on, I need some time close to you. Follow me, Mr. Hummel-Anderson."

"I'll gladly join you. After you, sir," Kurt responded with a smile.

Blaine paused halfway up the stairs and turned to Kurt. "You know, this gets you out of muddy, rainy Saturday morning soccer games."

"I know and as much as I'd like to say I'm glad, I'd never go through what we went through, what August went through, just to get out of a few crummy Saturday mornings in the weather. I think my days of complaining about soccer games are done. Especially if you follow through and put a little Kahlua in my coffee.

"Kurrrt…"

"Kidding Blaine, kidding. Sheesh, you'd think that after more than twenty years you'd be able to tell when I'm joking!"

"O, were it that easy," Blaine said in a mockingly weary voice. Kurt stopped on the stairs and glared in Blaine's direction. "Kidding, Kurt, kidding. Sheesh, you'd think that after more than twenty years…" Kurt playfully smacked Blaine's shoulder when he realized he was being mocked.

With a burst of energy, Kurt stepped in front of Blaine and called out, "Race you! Last one there is a big fat loser!" Obviously set up with no chance of winning, Blaine sighed, reached the top of the stairs, turned the corner into their room, found Kurt, and relaxed comfortably in the arms of his husband.

~oOo~

And there ye be! Hope you enjoyed this latest adventure. Thanks for the alerts and the reviews!

GirlFromTheWest xxoo

PS: Is anyone else DYING for next week's episode of Glee? Come on Blaine! If you don't catch a clue, this story called Daddies will have been for naught. Okay, admitting that I'm overly invested in this relationship. Somebody send help…and chocolate.

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