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Emma laughed while she tried to catch the little boy jumping up and down on his bed.

"And then I got on stage... they got a real stage in their basement, did I tell you?"

"Yes, honey. You might've mentioned it a couple dozen times." Emma smiled while trying to throw the pyjama top over the boys head and missing.

"They all cheered for me and then Artie joined me and then they all started singing and then…"

"Kurtie" Emma interrupted. "Please breathe and let me help you get ready for bed."

"I don't think I can sleep tonight." Kurt said. "I want to sing some more. Did I tell you Rachel let me sing another song?"

"Oh, really" Emma said while finally being able to dress the boy, even though he had told her a couple of times already.

"Yes, I sang that song from the cookie commercial and then…"

Emma caught the child mid-jump and tried to get him to lay down.

"Do you want to see my choreography?" her son piped up.

"Baby, you really need to calm down now and sleep" the mother tried again.

"But Mommy! I have to tell you about…"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Will interrupted his youngest son. "Sorry, it took forever to get Artie to go to bed." he whispered to Emma.

"I'm telling mommy about my performance!" Kurt beamed.

"Really?" Will asked not noticing Emma's desperate hand signals.

"Yes! Did you know the Berrys had a stage in their basement?"

"No, I didn't."

"Can we get one?"

"I don't think we have enough room, kiddo."

"But I need to practice." the little boy pouted.

"We will find another way for you to practice, okay?" Emma said running her fingers through her son's soft hair.

"Can I get lessons?" the child asked, struggling to break free from the covers his parents had draped over him.

"We will talk about this tomorrow, honey. Now please go to sleep."

"But I'm not tired." he whined.

"I think we got ourselves another sugar rush." Will said to his wife.

Emma looked at her husband wondering how this had not occurred to her, they had experienced sugar highs with almost all of their children.

"Kurtie, what did you eat and drink at the party?"

"We had cake and candy and cookies and…"

The parents exchanged a look, both of them knew they were in for a long night.

"And then Noah said I was a true ranger and that I'd get to drink like a big boy."

"What did he let you drink, buddy?" Will asked apprehensively.

"Coke." the boy replied.

"He let you drink coke? Caffeinated coke?" Emma shrieked.

"Don't worry, mommy. I made sure it was diet." the child smiled.

Will laughed which earned him a slap from his wife.

"This is not funny." she hissed. "How much coke did you drink, sweetie?"

"A lot." Kurt shrugged. "Can I get ballet lessons?"

"Ballet?" the father asked surprised.

"Mercedes and Rachel both take ballet lessons. Rachel says it is the best training for a career in performing arts."

"Are you sure you would not prefer something else? Baseball maybe?"

"I don't like baseball. They make you wear weird pants."

"Okay. Any sport you'd like?"

"What's wrong with ballet?" the child asked with tears in his eyes.

"Nothing… I just thought…"

"Will." his wife interrupted him and shook her head. She turned back to the boy and gently kissed his rosy cheeks, "We will talk about it tomorrow, baby, but you have to promise to try and sleep now, okay?"

"Can I tell you about my performance again?"

"Of course. Now sleep and dream of being a star, okay."

The older children arrived soon after the parents had finally found their youngest son asleep. He was smiling and hugging the pink ranger tightly, obviously reliving his performance.

When all of the children had finally gone to sleep and the parents lay in their bed, exhausted from the evening's events, Emma was the one who could not find her peace.

"Will?"

"Yes, darling."

"I just wanted to let you know that I was really disappointed in you today."

"What? Why?"

"You love music, right? And you love singing?"

"Of course I do, you know that. Music is my passion."

"But when our son tells you about wanting to become a performer you recommend baseball."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"I don't know. It's just… ballet! It's so…"

"So what? Girly? Gay?"

"Emma, you know I'd never…"

"I know, Will. But that little boy down the hall, our son, he doesn't know. He will have to face a lot of people standing in his way. Please make sure his father isn't one of them."

"I promise." Will gulped. "I just don't want him to get hurt."

AN:

Okay… so this is not the chapter I had originally planned, but I decided to move it back a little.

Thanks again for all your reviews, messages and alerts. To all those who asked to follow me somehow: I am boylikeme94 on both tumblr and twitter. I don't really post very much but I'll try to get better. I also just got into Pottermore! My user name is AurorSword103 and I'm a Hufflepuff. I don't find that surprising at all..lol.

The song Kurt performed at Rachel's party in the last chapter is called "I wanna be" from the musical Starship, a Team Starkid production, and it was written by Darren Criss. It is very cute and Disney-like.

The Avenue Q doing Wicked is a a real thing, too. The video can be found on youtube, the performers are Julie Atherton and Simon Lipkin. Julie is the Chenoweth to my Colfer. I gave her a rose once when I was twelve..lol.

Okay.. That AN is way too long again.