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, this chapter jumps forward a bit because I don't really know or understand all of the legalities that would be involved in this situation. Plus I've had this idea in my head for a while, and I finally decided that it was time for me to write this one up and move on with the story. Don't hate me, okay?

"C'mon, Rian… family meeting before Kurt has to leave for the theatre…" Rian sighed as Blaine shook him awake, stretching until his hands touched the bunk above his own and he could press against it to stretch out some of his muscles a bit better.

"Where's Max?" he asked, realizing that the top bunk was empty.

"In the living room, working on speech stuff with Kurt," Blaine replied. "It's almost noon… you've slept most of the day." Rian nodded, yawning. "I think you're about to start growing on us again…" Rian got up and followed Blaine out to the table, where Max and Kurt were already seated. "Lily, come sit at the table with us so we can talk."

Rian sat down at his usual place around the table, smiling as Max climbed into his lap. Rian loved the little six-year-old; it had been strange when he'd first come, nine months after Rian, but they'd gotten used to each other – especially once Lily, who was nine, came four months later and they were forced into sharing a room. And even though Rian felt strange when he thought about the fact that their adoptions were finalized and his was still pending, he'd discovered that he really liked having siblings.

"So… we have some really good news," Blaine said, sitting down in one of the empty chairs.

"Two pieces of good news, actually," Kurt added. Rian raised an eyebrow as the men turned to look at him, smiling.

"We got a call this morning from Nadia… we have a court date in ten days to finalize Rian's adoption." Rian couldn't help smiling and hugging Max a little tighter at the news. "It's only about two years later than we originally thought, but at least it's finally happening."

"So it's going to be official now? I'm going to be your son?"

"Yes… finally!" Kurt replied. "We also have some news that affects the whole family… you all remember that I had an audition in Los Angeles a couple of weeks ago?"

"You got the movie?" Lily asked.

"I got the movie, yes," Kurt replied. "Which means that we're going to move to California for at least a year. We aren't leaving for a couple of weeks, but we all need to start packing and going through things now so that we aren't rushed."

"Grandma Carole's going to come stay with the three of you for a while, so I can go out to LA and find us somewhere to live while Papa Kurt finishes up his run with the show," Blaine added.

"But I want to go with you, Daddy!" Max replied.

"I know, Max. But I need you to stay here and help Rian clean out your room while I'm gone, so that we don't move a lot of stuff that we don't need or want anymore."

"Is there anything you all specifically want Daddy Blaine to look for?"

"I'd like my own bedroom…" Rian began. "I love Max, but it'd be nice to have some space to myself."

"My own bathroom," Lily added.

"A pool!"

"I second Max's suggestion," Rian replied, bouncing his little brother slightly.

"Okay… so bedrooms for everyone, at least three bathrooms, and a pool. I think we can make that happen," Blaine replied with a smile. "Kurt, you need to get your stuff together if you're going to make it to the theatre for your call time."

Rian let Max go, and Max and Lily both went to their rooms leaving Rian alone with the two men that had taken him in almost two and a half years earlier.

"Since Kurt got the job in LA… can we reopen the discussion about Dalton?" Rian asked, not moving from his place at the table. "It doesn't have to be right now, because I know you need to go to the theatre. But I'd like to talk about it again, if it's a possibility now." Rian hadn't really expected the shocked looks on Kurt and Blaine's face.

"You really liked Dalton…" Rian nodded.

"I definitely think that if it's something you want, we should look into it some more," Blaine replied. Rian bit down on his bottom lip, glancing at Kurt.

"Our priorities are to make sure that you're happy and safe. So we need to look into this idea some more and talk about it as a family. We'll talk about it tomorrow, on my day off, okay?"

"Okay." Rian nodded, smiling as Kurt pressed a kiss on top of his head.

"I can't believe we're about to finally be able to call you our son."

"We've been waiting way too long for this to happen," Blaine added, walking over and putting his arm around Rian, too.

"I need to get going to the theatre… I love you, kiddo."

"I love you, too," Rian replied.

"Why don't you go make sure Max isn't getting into anything in your room that he shouldn't be? Maybe get him to start going through some of his toys and throw away some of the broken ones, if you can get him to focus long enough to get anything done."

"I'll do my best," Rian replied, walking back towards his room.

Rian was actually doing a pretty good job of getting Max to concentrate on going through his toy box when Blaine walked into their room. "Rian, do you think you could run get some milk? I'm in the middle of making lunch, and I just realized that we're out."

"Yeah, I can do that," Rian replied, standing up. "Hey, Max, why don't you put the toys we decided to keep back in the box, and show Daddy Blaine which ones you want to donate." Rian took the money Blaine handed him and started out of the apartment, taking the cell phone he'd been given for emergencies.

"'Sup, Fag." Rian did his best to ignore the boys that he vaguely recognized from school. He didn't want to get involved in anything with them; they were part of a small, narrow-minded group of people from the school that had a problem with his family, and Rian had gotten used to just ignoring all of the abuse they threw at him whenever they saw him. He'd gotten a lot worse from his father, and their words weren't going to hurt him.

Rian winced as he felt someone push him into the brick wall of the building he had been walking next to. "We're talking to you, Fag!" Rian put up his hands, shaking his head.

"I don't want any trouble… I just want to go buy some milk and go home." Rian winced as he heard one of the boys laughing and the sound of something metal clanging against the brick façade.

"It's not that simple, Fag…"