BlairPOV-

''I'm starting to think you let those girls flirt with you just to make me jealous,'' I press a kiss to Ryder's neck.

''I can't argue with the results of you being jealous,'' he admits, running his hand down the bare curve of my hip.

It's the second Friday in June, and we're tangled in the sheets on our bed.

''You're such an idiot,'' I laugh when he rolls so we're on our sides, facing each other ,''but I love you.''

''I love you, too,'' he presses a kiss to my forehead.

This is right. Things haven't been this good between us in months. We spent most of April and May working things out in between visiting Noah, classes, and work.

''Besides, this is the most alone time we will have for a while,'' he reminds me ,''We're finally bringing our son home tomorrow.''

After months of health scares and constantly being monitored, Noah is finally healthy enough to come home.

''Finally,'' I sigh, ''He's finally coming home.''

He fought for his life for months, and now he's healthier.

''That seems like a fantastic Father's Day gift to me,'' he smiles.

The silence that engulfs is far from awkward, but Ryder soon breaks it.

''Why, after all of the crap that we've put each other through, are we always running back to each other,'' he questions.

''Either because we are both so damn stubborn, or because we know that, no matter what, we're going to end up together.''

''Can I be completely honest? I know we've been through a lot, and this isn't really an excuse for either of us, but here goes: you were in a crappy relationship, and so was I. So, when we got out of them, we kind of took it out on each other,'' he explains.

''But we're not going to do that anymore, right?,'' I raise an eyebrow ,''You know I'd never kiss anyone else ever again, let alone sleep with them. Or threaten to sleep with them. I know how badly that hurts.''

''I'm going to treat you right. I know I've broken that promise before, but I have too much to lose now,'' he presses a kiss to my forehead, then my lips.

Ryder deepens the kiss, moving his hand to my waist.

''And I'll tell you something else. I know I have a lot to do with your insecurities, but I love you, Blair Anderson. And the parts of you that you hate the most are usually the parts that I love the most. Don't ever doubt that. I know you're learning to love yourself, but you still don't like your stomach or your thighs, or your stretch marks. I think they're absolutely beautiful, just like the rest of you.''

This is why we're worth it. Because for every moment spent hurting, there's a moment like this.

When I wonder how I got so lucky.

''While we're on the subject of insecurities, I love what your most insecure about. I actually love everything about you, despite what I say in the heat of the moment during a fight,'' I press a kiss to his lips, moving closer to him ,''I know you're the one.''

''Good. Because I love you. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that you're the one for me,'' he looks at the clock ,''And it's after midnight. We have to pick Noah up at nine. I say we make the most of our alone time right now.''

Well I'm definitely not going to argue with that.

RyderPOV-

It's ten in the morning on Saturday when we finally bring Noah home.

''I've got him,'' Blair lifts him out of his car seat, gently placing the sleeping baby into his crib ,''Welcome home, Noah Lynn.''

He's still so small, but he's at a healthier weight. Six pounds, three ounces.

''He's beautiful,'' Blair quietly tells me, running a hand down his cheek.

''He is,'' I agree without a moment of hesitation.

He's got my eyes, but definitely Blair's dark, black hair. His hair is straight right now, but will probably be wavy when he is older.

''I'm a mom,'' Blair grins a bit, still looking at Noah in wonder.

I'm a dad. I have this tiny, defenseless, innocent baby is depending on both of us.

This isn't going to be easy, I just want to do a good job,

Because I can't handle disappointing someone else.

Noah's crying wakes me up at three in the morning on Sunday.

''I've got him,'' I reassure Blair, who got up to take care of him two hours ago when he needed a diaper.

''He's probably hungry,'' she sighs.

''I know how to make a bottle,'' I tell her, picking Noah up ,''Relax. I've got him.''

Noah is still wailing when I take him into the kitchen, trying to fix his bottle.

''It's okay,'' I finally have his bottle fixed, and begin to feed him.

It's quiet now, only the sounds of him drinking from the bottle.

''See? I told mommy I could take care of it,'' I smile down at my son ,''She means well, though. She loves you so much.''

Noah stares up at me as if he actually knows what I'm saying.

''I love you, Noah. And I love your mom. She's the most stubborn, kindest woman I have ever met. My roommate had to casual relationships at the same time, but I don't want that. I don't want anyone but your mom. She adores you, you know. She framed that picture I drew of you when you were still in the hospital. One day, I'm going to marry her. And maybe we'll have more kids. For now, you're more than enough. Actually, you always will be. We'll see what happens though,'' I whisper to him ,''And we are going to take such good care of you. We are going to make mistakes, though. But we'll figure it out together. Now get some sleep. Your grandparents want to see you soon.''

Noah finishes his bottle, slowly falling asleep as he does.

Blair is the love of my life. There's no doubt about that. But I never knew it was possible to love someone this much until I became a dad.

This is the biggest change of my life, and I still have no idea what I'm doing.

But it'll be worth the journey just figuring it out.

RoryPOV-

''They're asleep at the same time. It's amazing,'' Sugar jokes quietly, falling next to me in our bed.

''I know,'' I wrap an arm around her ,''That never happens.''

Wendy and Finn are finally asleep, after basically screaming all night long. Finn's screams woke his sister up, and it took hours for us to get them back to sleep.

Then, earlier this morning, Wendy woke us up, and by the time we'd got her back to sleep, Finn was up.

These past few months have been full of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, spit ups, balancing work, classes, and raising the twins, and so many other chaotic things.

But I would never change a moment of it.

''So,'' Sugar lays her head on my shoulder ,''How are you enjoying your first Father's Day as a dad?''

''I love it. I love you, and I love our kids.'' I press a kiss to her lips.

And our kids are absolutely beautiful. Wendy's got my eyes, Sugar's hair color, and Sugar's nose. Finn has big, brown eyes, just like Sugar's, and my hair color, and I think my nose.

Either way, our kids are so beautiful. No matter how biased I may be towards that particular subject.

''I'm exhausted,'' Sugar signs, snuggling in closer to me ,''I love you.''

''I love you, too. Now get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.''

We'd managed to work everything out. I'll be working Tuesday's, Thursday's, and every other weekend, while Sugar goes into the studio Monday, Wednesday, and every other weekend. I'll be taking a year off from college, and we'll both go when the twins are old enough for day care.

''Get some sleep. You have work tomorrow,'' I remind her.

With that, my wife settles back into the pillows, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hits the pillow.

Wendy whimpers, and I quickly get out of bed, crossing the room to get her before she wakes her brother up.

''Shh, it's okay,'' I gently lift my daughter out of her bassinet ,''I'm here. I'm right here.''

Wendy quiets almost immediately, snuggling closer to me.

''Honey, you're burning up,'' I take her lightweight pajamas off, leaving her in her diaper, ''Come on. Spend some time with me while I make sure this isn't a fever.''

I end up on our couch, Wendy lying on my chest while I watch television.

''Feeling better,'' I ask her a few minutes later, staring down at my beautiful daughter.

She's gorgeous, just like her mom. And our son is the most beautiful little boy.

I finally know how Ryder felt when he saw Grace and Noah for the first time. It wasn't easy for him or Blair, but they still manage to make it work.

Just like Sugar and I do. After everything we have been through in our first year of marriage, this was definitely the most difficult.

But honestly, it was also the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.

KPOV-

''Kurt,'' a thick accent pronounces my name, and I turn to see Adam.

Adam, who I haven't really seen since December.

''Adam. Hi,'' I tell him, turning back to the vegetables ,''How are you.''

''I've been good. How about you,'' he asks, and I can see him staring at me.

''Well, I talked to Blaine. He said that he ran into you at the hospital. He said that he talked it out with you, and he ended up forgiving you. And he hoped I would do the same. But, keep in mind, Blaine is a much better person than I am,'' I continue down the aisle, Adam closely following.

''Could you at least look at me, Kurt,'' he asks, and I turn to face him.

''Okay, fine. But I can't see you as the same person you were before you kissed me like that, Adam. You know I'm married, Adam. Why the hell did you do that,'' I snap, asking him the question I've been holding in for the past six months.

''I don't know, Kurt. It was stupid. And I've done some thinking. I truly am sorry. If your husband can forgive me, why can't you,'' he questions me.

''Like I said before, Blaine is a much better person than I am. He forgives people because he believes in second chances, even if it gets him hurt,'' I explain ,''He hoped that by him forgiving you, I would, too.''

''But it's not going to be that easy, I assume,'' Adam bites his lip.

''See, Blaine made an interesting point: you kissed me knowing I have a husband, but it's my responsibility to stop any advances, just like he would have if the roles were reversed. He's more pissed off that you invaded my personal space,'' I admit, and Adam looks down.

''Kurt,' he begins with a tired sigh ,''I really am sorry. You have to know that.''

''I'm sorry, Adam. You will have to be more clear. Are you sorry that it happened, or for the way that it happened? Or are you just sorry that I didn't react the way that you wanted me to,'' I ask him, moving to the next aisle.

''All of them. Kurt, I realize now that I crossed a line. I never should have kissed you. It was a selfish move on my part, and I can't blame you, a married man, for pushing me away.''

''I see,'' I reach for the pasta, taking my sweet time absorbing that information.

I probably should forgive him, but it's hard

''Kurt, please say something,'' Adam begs, ''I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hope you do. I'd really like to be friends again.''

When you're close, I wanna change my mind

''I don't think the friendship that we had is going to happen again, Adam,'' I honestly respond.

There's a lot of tension and attraction here, as much as I hate to admit it. And I refuse to even put myself in a position to cheat.

I know you and what we're like

''Please, just one more chance.''

I'm not gonna let you waste my time.

''I forgive you. But only because you seem genuinely apologetic,'' I tell Adam, who smiles ,''And I'm glad that you apologized to Blaine, too. He is just as involved as I am.''

''So… we're good,'' Adam asks for confirmation.

''As far as me forgiving you, yes. But as far as us retaining this friendship… I will have to give some thought to that,'' I look up at him then and he averts his eyes, looking anywhere but at me.

I may be losing a friend, but I won't lose Blaine over this. We've fought too hard to make this work.

''I understand. I thought you'd like to know that things are going well with Chandler and I now. We talked it out, and we're going to be living together.''

''I'm happy for you, Adam. I honestly am. Like I said, there can be someone for everyone. Just make sure you're with the right person,'' I stress, and he nods.

''I'll give you your space. I appreciate you for forgiving me, though. It takes a lot to forgive,'' he shrugs, walking towards the frozen food section with me.

''Thank you. I want to make it very clear: the only reason that I am forgiving you is because, if I don't, I'll take out the frustration on Blaine. And he is too good of a man, he does not deserve this,'' I avoid Adam's eyes.

''So, where does that leave us then?''

That's the complicated part. Blaine gives me peace of mind, and I know I can trust him. I think that, after all of the good things he has made me believe in, that Blaine deserves the same treatment from me.

After all, he is the one that held me in my darkest hours, and got me through it all.

''As far as being more than friends, my heart feels nothing for you, Adam. Nothing at all. But… give it time. We may be able to be friends,'' I reassure him as we near the cash registers ,''Maybe we can meet up for coffee, and have an honest talk about this. With Blaine and Chandler, of course.''

''Of course,'' he tells me, ''Well, I'd better finish shopping. I'll see you around, Kurt. Happy Father's Day, Kurt.''

''Thank you, Adam.''

He leaves then. We may never be friends again, because I can't trust him.

But Blaine's right: it is nice to have this weight lifted off of my shoulder.

True, things may be easier with Adam. We probably would have taken it slower, just easing into expanding our family now, after Rory graduated.

I don't regret this though. My kids are six of the most important people in my life, and I have a fantastic husband. Few people ever get this lucky. And here I am, living my life better than I ever dreamed.

With people that I can only describe as being the best thing that ever happened to me.

BPOV-

''Thank you, sweetheart,'' I smile, Kissing Grace's head, ''Thank you, Jacob.''

For Father's day, Liam and Jade took them to get gifts. For Kurt and I, they have their tiny hand prints in cement, with their names written above it.

''My turn,'' Jade beams.

The thirteen-year-old practically skips forward, handing Kurt and I boxes.

''Jade,'' I begin ,''I love this.''

''I learned how to embroider in my sewing class, so I put your initials on the bowtie,'' she grins proudly, then turns to Kurt ,''And I made you a pillow.''

''Thank you, honey,'' he opens his arms for a hug, and Jade sits between us.

''I didn't know what to get you guys. But I know you like music,' Liam pulls to CD's out ,''I made you both CD's.''

''Thank you, Liam,'' Kurt smiles.

''We appreciate it,'' I nod.

The rest of the day is like that: quiet, just spending time with the kids. We will be able to adopt the kids soon enough, and by this time their last names will be Anderson-Hummel.

''I'll get it,'' I tell Kurt around three in the afternoon when there is a knock on the door.

''Happy Father's Day,'' Blair beams as soon as I open the door.

''Hey, come on in.''

She gives Kurt and I are gifts, gift cards from her and Ryder.

''What did you want to see me about,'' she asks as I walk with her towards the walk-in closet.

''Well, I went to get some things out of storage yesterday. And I found some things I thought you'd like,'' I tell her, pulling the container out, sitting on the floor next to her.

''This is all of mom's old stuff,'' she whispers ,''I thought we'd lost these.''

''I did, too. But I had to go get some things out, and I found this.''

She takes out one of her mom's old dance costumes, staring at it, running her fingers down the elaborate beading and embroidery.

''This was always my favorite tutu,'' she smiles a bit, ''Mom looked so beautiful in it. It was when she was taking dance lessons, cleaning the studio to pay for both of our lessons.''

She looks at the photo album I'm holding, and tears fill her eyes when she looks at the picture of her mom.

''You look just like her. Aside from the blue-green eyes, I mean,'' I smile at her, moving some of her curls off her shoulders.

''Do you think she'd be proud of me,'' she asks, turning her eyes back to the costume in her lap.

''Of course she would, Blair. You were her world, never doubt that,'' I wrap an arm around her shoulder ,''She loved you more than anything.''

''I feel like I would have disappointed her, like I did you,'' she whispers, and the honesty breaks my heart.

''Blair, you have never been a disappointment to me,'' I reassure her, ''No, this hasn't been easy., But I love you, you're my daughter. I know I couldn't always give you everything I wanted to-''

''You've given me everything,'' she lays her head on my shoulder ,''Mom always told me if anything ever happened to me, she wanted me to be taken care of. You took care of me, and you still help me out. When mom died, I had no idea what was going to happen to me. You took me in, dad. And you had to do it all alone for five years. I admire you, and I love you.''

And this is probably the most rewarding part of being a dad: knowing that you're at least doing one thing right.

''I love you, too,'' I press a kiss to her head.

I love all of my kids the same, but Blair was my first kid. I've seen her grown into a strong, loving, smart young woman.

And that's the best Father's Day gift I could ask for.

Disclaimer- glee belongs to Fox and Ryan Murphy.