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Update, update.

Here's Mexico, part One.

I also have to say something.

After this I'm doing a Part Two of Mexico trip and one more chapter of them settling at home and fellas?

I think I'm gonna quit after that.

I love , love all the attention you have given me so far, I love every single nice thing you said to me in these almost 130k. You read 130k of this mess, do you know that?

But I feel that if I try to force this I'm really gonna disappoint you and that will cancel all the good I've done.

This is still just a silly drabble series and I will probably add more stuff along the way but the "almost daily updates" will deffinitely stop after next three chapters.

I'd still like you to prompt things you want to see.

I have many ideas more but I can't be funny on demand :( It doesn't work like that. When I feel like I've made something decent, I'l post. Don't forget about me, okay?

Okay?

I'm still your tiny little Grasshopper.

Love you,

Always!

"Whose smart idea was it to drive to Mexico?" Kurt groaned from the front seat.

"Yours, asshole." Sean moaned as he stretched on the back seat. " 'We can make a road trip out of it, it's gonna be fun!' My idea of fun is NOT half sitting in Luke's lap. You know that myth about black guys? Not a myth, Hummel."

"I'm right here, stop talking about my dick." Luke hissed, adjusting in his seat. "Seriously Kurt, this was very bad idea."

"Stop complaining, we all agreed to this, it's not like he held a gun to our heads." James defended his best friend.

"Yeah, and we have to admit first two hours were fun," his twin agreed.

"Are we there yet?" Sean asked.

"We will be in an hour," Blaine said from the driver's seat. "Now be quiet. We're in this together," he said, taking Kurt's hand in his.

"Are you ok?" the pale boy asked, looking at their clasped hands.

"Huh?" he turned to look at Kurt. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just… Nervous," he said shyly.

"Hey, if you have any problem with this, we can turn this car around and go home right now, okay?" Kurt assured him. "We turn around and we do this some other time, whenever you're ready."

"No, no, I wanna meet your family, I do. It's the good kind of nervous," Blaine gave Kurt a reassuring smile. "Wanna take these off while we're there?" he ran his thumb over the band on Kurt's finger. "Just, you don't have to explain anything if you don't want to.

"What?" Kurt acted offended. "The only way you're taking that band off of my finger is if you bite it off, Anderson," he gave him a smile, lifting their joined hands and kissing the band on Blaine's finger.

"Pull over, I need to throw up." Sean groaned with a smile. "OH MY GOD, WHAT'S THAT!" he yelled, jumping from his seat.

"It's just my phone, relax, jeez," Blaine took his phone from the bag in the back. "Hello"

"Good day kind Sir, is this missing people's department? I'm looking for my son Blaine Anderson; I think he might be eaten by a pack of boars. Cause I sure as hell can't contact him or God forbid see him," the voice from the phone said.

"Hello to you too, Alan." Blaine rolled is eyes fondly.

"I'm Alan now?" the man asked. "I'm not even a dad anymore?"

"Sorry DAD." Blaine smiled into the phone.

"Did you meet the in law already?" Alan's amused voice asked.

"Daaad." Blaine groaned. "Don't. I'm nervous as it is. Stop making me feel worse."

"I know how you feel, dumbass, I raised you, that's why I'm calling." the man said. "Look, I know you're psyched about but it. It's big deal. You've got this one last step to make. But honey, this is the man who raised Kurt, he must be one hell of a guy, don't you think?" he reasoned.

Blaine threw a glance at Kurt and smiled. "Yeah, I know."

"So just be yourself and don't try to hard. This man will love you because Kurt loves you. And I'm not saying this cause you're my son but you're one hell of a guy." Alan said.

"Yeah, there's no way you're biased." Blaine teased.

"Well duh, I made you buddy, you gotta be awesome." Alan laughed.

"Yes, not biased and very modest." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Put Kurt on the phone, I wanna talk to my son in law." Blaine couldn't almost see Alan smiling on the other side.

"He's not your..." he began to explain but decided to just give up it. "Fine, here." he said as he handed the phone to Kurt. "Enjoy your slow death," he teased.

"Well hello Alan." Kurt greeted. "Yeah, we're almost there, boys are getting restless," he answered Alan's question.

"Save us Alan, save us," Luke whined from the back.

"We wanna go homeeee," James joined in.

"We're cold and hungry," Oliver added.

"And there are wolves after us," Sean said finally.

"Shut up, I'm on the phone," Kurt hissed. "Yeah, that's them. Being annoying as always."

"Are you nervous?" the man asked Kurt this time.

"Kinda. A little. I know Grandpa is gonna love him I'm just scared that he will scare Blaine off," he smiled into the phone. "He can be a bit too much, hence why we turned out the way we did."

"You mean, perfect?" the man offered.

Blaine made gagging noises. "Oh jeez dad, nice way to kiss ass."

"I thought that's YOUR job, Blaine," Alan laughed making Blaine gag again.

"Oh gross, shut up Alan," he called out. "Seriously, why can't he be awkward about this?" he turned to inspect the boys who were also laughing. "Heeey, don't be such bag of dicks, you have to be on my side, he teamed with Kurt and now they tease me. I swear Alan likes him more than he likes me," he said as Kurt kept talking to Alan.

"Like that's even possible. OH!" James had an idea. "Can we all have your dad as our dad? I mean, we all have Grandpa as Grandpa. We can all have Alan as dad," he moved forward and snatched the phone away from Kurt. "Oy!" he complained.

"Hi Alan" James greeted. "We were just wondering, would you be our dad? We have a position open for the coolest dad ever and your CV fits perfectly. Will you take the job?"

"WOOHOO! It would be my honor. I want Kelan there, too. You dumbasses took the light road, only he has an actual job." Alan teased.

"Yaay!" the boys cheered in unison. "Best day ever!"

"Can you put Kurt back?" he asked and James returned the phone. "Look, all jokes aside, he's never done this before," Alan was serious. "He really cares about you Kurt and he wants to make a good impression. Just tell him not to try to hard cause he will if you don't tell him."

"Don't worry Alan, I will. And thank you." Kurt said honestly.

Screw Richard who was never there, in past few months Alan was more of a father to him that that stranger ever was.

"Ok, tell Blaine I love him and have fun," he finally said and hung up.

"I really hate you sometimes cause you have him." Kurt beamed at Blaine and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Alan said I love you and I say it too."

"I love you too, silly." Blaine returned the kiss.

"Hey!" Oliver whined. "We love you too, assholes. We want hugs and kisses, what are we, orphans?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes.

Every time.

"Pequenito!" Pedro wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him tight. "I missed you so much," he breathed in. "You are never again to leave me waiting for you for 4 months, comprendes?"

"Si, senor." Kurt hugged the man tighter.

"All right, stop hogging the man, we want hugs," Luke came around and the man laughed. "Luke," he smiled as the boy flew in his arms. "Oh, I see someone missed me."

"More than you know." Luke admitted, not even bothering to hide it.

That man took him in and gave him a home when having real home seemed like nothing but a dream. The man who opened his heart to a little boy with no one left in the world and gave him a family.

"Grandpa!" twins cheered at the same time, jumping around and hugging the man.

"Oh, I see you two haven't changed," he smiled at them as he hugged them both. "And where's my little Scottish boy?" he wondered, looking for Sean.

"I'm here, I'm here, I want hugs too." the boy in question ran towards the old man who was waiting with his arms open. "I missed you, Grandpa. Kurt made us take the car here, we have a car now," he informed seriously.

"I see that," the man confirmed. "As I know none of you have a license may I see the man who brought me my boys?" he eyed them as Blaine came into the view.

He moved forward, nervously, and offered his hand. "Hello sir, I'm Blaine."

Pedro eyed him for a moment and then stepped closer, ignoring Blaine's hand and giving him a hug. "We don't shake hands in this family. We hug. A lot. I bet you know that by now."

"Um, yes sir, I do," he hugged the man back.

"I am not a sir, I'm Grandpa," he moved away and smiled at Blaine. "I have heard so many things about you," he said. "You must be one hell of a boy if you can put up with that," he pointed a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yeah… Takes one to know one." Blaine finally said and the man laughed.

"I like you already. Let's go inside, I have sangria for you." Pedro waved his hands around and few people came over to take their bags.

"They all have their room here but you'll have to room with Kurt," he winked at Blaine and he actually blushed.

"Grandpa," Kurt warned fondly.

"Sorry, sorry, force of habit," the man said and they moved in.

The main house was a huge three-story building with huge double stairs on the bottom floor. There was no way of telling what style it was decorated in cause basically? Everything was there. "This house has been in our family for 200 years. It's not much but its home," he spoke to Blaine, who was just staring at the antique pieces of furniture.

"It's beautiful," he said in awe. "Are those originals from back then?" he pointed to a corner, where a love seat carved in tree, was placed with small ornament table in front of it.

"You like it? It's yours," Pedro smiled. "And yes, it's a love seat my grandpa made for his wife."

"Oh God, no. I can't take that," Blaine shook his head.

"Think of it as a gift. You moved in with Kurt and this is my gift to you. Like a lucky charm. Every couple who sat in that," he pointed to the seat, "lived a long and happy life. I want that or you two."

Blaine was taken aback by how open and warm the man was to him. He was just stranger in his house. And yet the man was so welcoming.

"We'll take the seat, I had my eye on that since I was 12," Kurt cut it, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist."

"See? It's working already," Pedro watched them fondly.

Kurt seemed happier than ever and that's all Perdo needed to know. And if he noticed two matching bands on their fingers, well he decided not to press the topic. When he's ready Kurt will tell him.

He also noticed how Blaine's eyes would almost glaze over when they landed on Kurt; it was a look of pure melted love. Sure, Pedro saw it before.

The big guy few years ago, he seemed to follow Kurt around as if he ws afraid he might break. He also looked at Kurt as if the whole world narrows just to him. It was magical to watch.

Tall guy from a few years later seemed like he couldn't even believe that Kurt was something that's his. That's how it seemed to Pedro; of course he might be wrong. He would catch him staring at Kurt and he would seem like a kid, eyeing a toy that's too precious. You want to play with it but you're almost afraid to touch it.

Pedro liked them both.

Very much.

But what he liked the most about this?

He liked the way Kurt was looking BACK at Blaine.

He saw adoring eyes look at Kurt before. But he never saw so much love in Kurt's eyes before when they looked back.

And right now?

Kurt has his chin hooked on Blaine's shoulder and they were looking at that love seat together.

Pedro smiled when he realized they were in a world of their own.

Just the two of them.

It seemed Kurt had found someone he wants to run to, not away from.

"Kurt?" A soft voice came from the top of the stairs.

He turned around and the woman came rushing down the stairs as he almost ran forward to join her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly.

"Nana?" he almost sobbed, kissing her hair.

"Mi pequenito, let me look at you," she stepped back to look at his face. "Oh you have grown up so much, you're not a boy anymore," she hugged him again. He turned his head bit to look at his Grandpa.

He just smiled and mouthed "One of the good days."

"I missed you so much, Nana. So much," he kept hugging her, wishing it could always be like this. "Hey, there's someone I want you to meet." he took her by the hand. "Nana, this is Blaine, my boyfriend. Blaine, meet Vila, the most beautiful lady in our family."

"Nice to meet you ma'am," he offered his hand and Kurt gave him a look. "Sorry," he went into her open arms.

"This is your boyfriend?" she asked as she eyed Blaine.

"Yes, yes it is," he answered.

"Pequenito, he's very, very handsome." Vila complimented him. "Count your blessings I'm not 50 years younger cause you would have to fight me for him," she teased, making them laugh.

"You could still have any man you want." Kurt assured her. "There's no one more beautiful than you in the whole world," he kissed her hair. "I missed you so much, Nana"

"I missed you too, my little one," she kissed him back. "Oh you're all here, what are you waiting for, give me hugs, I earned them, didn't I?" she scolded the four boys standing to the right. They all smiled and scrambled to hug the old lady. "Oh you all got so big, I'm really getting old."

"You have never looked better," Luke said and it was the truth. Her mind didn't play tricks with her today and that was the most important thing.

"Ok, who's hungry?" Pedro asked, taking Vila's hand and kissing it. "I have sangria for you, too," he offered.

"Oh, always the charmer," she smiled at him as he led the way.

Kurt stood on the side, trying so hard not to cry.

"Hey, don't." Blaine said, kissing his cheek.

"I know, I know, I'm being ridiculous," he wiped his eyes. "Last time I was here she had no idea who I was. But she told me I was pretty," he smiled a bit. "She um… She said her grandson has blue eyes, just like me. And she showed me pictures of the two of us." he took a deep breath. "I'm so glad you're here with me," he hid his head in Blaine' s neck.

"No place I'd rather be," Blaine said. And he meant it more than ever.

Kurt was smiling wider than ever before.

Or at least he thought so.

It's not every day that you have all of your family, every single person that counts in one place. Under an open bright sky, in a place where you had your first and your dearest memories. With your loved ones surrounded by more loved ones, heaving lunch together, like true families should.

So he smiled.

He watched and he smiled.

The way Luke and Pedro talked to each other. The love in old man's eyes for the boy he took in so long time ago. The gratitude in Luke's.

Or the way Blaine charmed his Nana. It doesn't matter if she won't know it tomorrow or in a week. She knows it now. And she's happy for him.

She keeps telling him that. She keeps telling them how grown up they are, how proud she is. Of all of them.

She has one daughter she never sees anymore.

And one that lives far away so she can't really see her that often.

In a way, the boys are all Pedro and Vila have.

And vice versa.

Now they just have one more member there.

"And where is your fine fella?" Pedro wondered, looking at James. "If I remember correctly, we needed a crowbar to separate you two."

"He has to work," James pouted, making the man laugh. "If I want to be a kept man I have to let my doctor earn his monies," he raised his glass.

"Oh, speaking off, I have a bone to pick with you," Pedro narrowed his eyes at the boys. "When were you planning on telling me that Mr. Heckles is selling Casa Grande?"

"Erm, never?" Kurt offered around a mouthful of home made cheese. "My God, this is so good. Oh that reminds me, I need a bottle of vine for Conan. He kept his fingers crossed for my Oscar." he smiled.

"Hise una pregunta!" old man's voice was firm and Kurt's smile fell.

"I didn't think it was important," he stated.

"You didn't think it was important to tell me you have to leave the house you grew up in? The house where you became people?" Pedro was shocked.

"We're not losing it, we are gonna buy the place," Oliver stood up for all of them. "We didn't want to worry you."

"First of all it's my job to be worried about you and second of all, you won't buy anything," the man said, making them all look his way.

"We already have people working on it, Grandpa," Kurt said. "In a matter of days the house will be ours."

"It won't be yours because it already IS yours." Pedro informed simply.

"Wh-What?" Sean was the first to gain the use of his mouth.

"Did you really think I was just gonna sit back and let you lose the house?" Pedro's voice rose a little. "I was the first person Mr. Heckles called when he had to sell the place. Here," he reached under the table and placed two envelopes on it. "That one is yours," he pointed to the further one, looking at Kurt, "and that one is yours," he turned to Luke.

Kurt had feeling where this is going but decided to rip the envelope open either way. And yap, there it was. The deed on the house. In his name.

"You bought the house for me?" it was Kurt's turn to raise his voice. "We agreed to buy it together, you didn't have to do this."

"Oh I know I didn't have to. But I wanted to. I planned that since the day you boys moved in all together and I saw how perfect you fit with each other. And that one," he pointed to the envelope "is the deed to the house next door. That's Luke's."

"What?" The boy whispered in disbelief. "No, you can't…you can't just buy me a 2 million dollars house, that's insane. I can't accept that." Luke was lost.

"You don't have a choice. It's yours. Did you really think I'm just gonna die and leave you with nothing?" the old man eyed the boy. "You're my grandson as much as Kurt. I don't care if none of you have my blood. You are mine. In every way that matters, you're mine. And I'm not leaving this place before I make sure you all have homes. One way or another."

"Grandpa," Luke's voice was laced with tears. "You can't do this."

"Watch me," the man gave him a watery smile. "You don't ever have to leave there," he said, "but you will always have a place to go, no matter what happens."

Luke wasn't ashamed to admit that he's 26 years old man crying.

Hell, he was proud of it.

He had a home and a family to live in that home.

Pedro made sure of that twice.

"I can't believe you did this," Kurt said.

"Who am I gonna do it for if not you?" the man shrugged.

"Ok, enough of this sentimental nonsense. Let's dance and maybe have a few drinks." Vila winked, the old lady actually winked at her husband.

She might be out of it most of the time but when Vila was Vila, she was really Vila.

That fire couldn't be extinguished. Never, Traces of it will always be there.

So dance they did and drink they did.

"Como una promesa eres tuuuuuuuuuuu:" Blaine hiccupped as he took another mouthful of wine. "I can't feel my tongue," he slurred.

"That's bueno. You can drink. That last one fell over after two bottles. I'm proud of you." The old man said proudly.

"Do you hear that Kurt?" Blaine beamed and his eyes went off focus. "He likes me better."

"That's good, honey," Kurt indulged him, then turned to Kelan who was the only one sober besides him. Kelan decided to take a plane and join them for the weekend. "Every time. I bring a guy over and Grandpa gets him wasted," he rolled his eyes fondly just as Pedro started to sing again "Como una manana eres tuuuuu" and Blaine joined on "Ereeees tuuu"

"You think your guy is bad?" Kelan laughed. "Look at my dumbass," he pointed to James, who was dancing with himself at the moment, to something that was a crossover between tango and moonwalk.

"At least your guys is on his feet," Kurt disagreed.

"Unlike those three," Kelan pointed again, this time to a heap on the blanket that represented Luke, Sean and Oliver. They were just a mess of limbs and Luke was snoring up a storm. "Come to think about it, no wonder people think we're all gay. I mean, look at that," he eyed the mess. "Those are three straight guys currently cuddling each other," he said and as if to prove his point Luke the snorer tucked his head in Oliver's neck.

It was perfect timing for Blaine and Pedro to slur another "Somo una sonrisa eres tuuuuuu"

"Can he speak Spanish?" Kelan wondered looking at Blaine who was singing his heart out with Kurt's Grandpa.

"Not a single word." Kurt smiled fondly.

Dumbass.

"Should we get them inside?" the other boy asked.

"Nah. Grandpa would bite my head off if I dare to take away his drinking buddy. He finally found someone who can chug as much as he does," Kurt laughed, eyeing Pedro and Blaine as they clinked their glasses, snuggling closer to Kelan. "Remember few years ago when Tom was throwing up whole night after a night like this?"

"Do I remember?" Kelan huffed, wrapping his arms around Kurt. "I was the one who stayed up with you all night to make sure he didn't choke to death."

"Oh God, that's right," Kurt hid his face.

"That was still better than taking Ian off the roof," Kelan remembered.

"I still can't believe he got of there unharmed," the boy in his arms shook his head. "He could barely stand but he got on the roof and sang. Scared the shit out of Grandpa."

Kelan threw his head back. "They never drank together after that."

They were silent for a while.

"I really like him," the boy said. "I don't think I ever told you that."

"I know you do," Kurt squeezed Kelan's hand. "We all do. He does," Kurt pointed to his Grandpa. Who was laughing at something Blaine said. It probably wasn't even funny at all. "I do, too," he informed dumbly.

"No shit, Sherlock. Could have fooled me." Kelan rolled his eyes.

"Watch your mouth Doctor Parker," the other boy gasped dramatically.

"Stop cheating on me with Kurt and come dance," James shuffled his way over and sank next to the boys. "I feel weird," he slurred, sinking his head in Kelan's lap. "Well hello there, little buddy," he moved his nose a bit.

"Okay, that's it, we're going to bed," Kelan was quick to react. "I suggest you do the same," he gave Kurt a knowing look as he all but carried James inside.

"Come on party animals, let's go," Kurt moved and grabbed both Blaine and Pedro's elbow. "Let's go to sleep, big day tomorrow."

"I can't feel my toque, Kurtie. You're so pretty." Blaine grinned like a moron.

"That's' great," Kurt indulged. "Come on, let's get you two inside so we can come and get those three idiots.

"BOYS!" Blaine roared in joy as if the sight of three drunken people was the best sight ever. "They're so gay, I'm telling you."

"I'm starting to wish I wasn't." Kurt muttered to himself.

Once Pedro was safely in bed, next to his wife, Kurt dragged Blaine up to his room.

"I really like your Grandpa. He's a gre-" interrupted by a hiccup, "great guy. Where are we?" he scanned the room in confusion.

"In Kansas, sweetie," Kurt smiled, taking off Blaine's shoes and unbuckling his belt.

"No Kurt, we can't have sex, your Grandpa is here," Blaine was yanking his pants back up, struggling to keep them on. "You should know better, Kurt," he judged him in his drunken state.

"Shut up and let me get you to bed, you dickhead," Kurt fought back.

"You can't say dick in your grandpa's house," Blaine gasped. "That's inappropriate," he said seriously or as serious as he could manage when he was drunk off his ass.

"Fine!" Kurt finally gave up. "You can keep your pants on. Don't wonder off, I need to get the others inside the house," he pointed out to Blaine but it was pointless since other boy was already snoring lightly.

Smile spread across Kurt's face. He's gonna have to make sure to get extra strong painkillers to get through tomorrow.

Dumbass.

Stay tunned for Mexico, Part two :)

Hope you liked it *less than three to all of you*