A/N This chapter will take us through the first week of December, and the next chapter will cover Christmas and New Years. If RL cooperates, I should have that up by the end of the week, Sunday at the latest, and I'll be caught up with this story by the end of the month.

PS. I went back and re edited season one, because I said Lizzie was in fourth grade last year. It should have been fifth grade. I could have sworn I wrote fifth at the time, but I just went back and reread it and it says fourth. SIGH.

Interesting side note. I realized while writing this chapter that THIS is the year Lizzie would be born, according to cannon. In my universe, she is born on July 4th, 2020. (Based on the last episode, this could be a fairly accurate birthdate, since the Tonys usually air the second Sunday in June, and Rachel is about 8 months pregnant at the time.)

Also, someone asked for a description of Kurt and Blaine's kids. Lizzie has long, curly dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Bee looks exactly like Kurt from the flashback in Grilled Cheesus, except with longer, wavier hair. Kathy and Audy have auburn hair and hazel eyes, while Mattie and Phin have hair a shade lighter than Blaine's, and Kurt's glasz eyes.

As always, reviews are not only welcome, but greatly appreciated!

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Firsts

Kurt was so sick Monday morning, he couldn't even get out of bed to pack the kids' lunches, or care for the babies. Fortunately, Wes arrived early to help out, and Annie was with him. Wes took care of the babies while Blaine took care of the kids. Annie was the one who tended to Kurt, helping him sit back in the bed after he'd finished vomiting, and bringing him a cloth to wipe out his mouth with as she filled him in on what was going on with everyone downstairs.

Wes made enough money from his computer graphics company that Annie was able to quit her job at the retail store and focus on finishing her college courses. She was already helping Wes out on some of his projects. Wes had given up his apartment and moved into Annie's house before the wedding, and Kurt and Blaine had offered them the use of their New York apartment for a honeymoon during Christmas break.

After Blaine and the kids had left for school and work, Kurt tried to get out of bed, hating not being able to do anything. He was halfway down the stairs when Annie spotted him, and rushed to his side, which was the only thing that saved him from falling down the last seven steps, and probably breaking his neck. She caught him just as he began to faceplant, and with Wes' help, managed to get him back in bed.

"Stubborn man!" She chided. "You try that again and I'll strap you to the bed!"

"I hate being sick!" Kurt whined. "I hate being weak!"

"It's part of life," Wes said. "Everyone gets sick now and then. I know you are so used to being the one taking care of everyone else, but for now you're just going to have to man up and let other people take care of you."

Kurt grumbled something that might have been a curse on Wes' ancestors, but was drowned out as he suddenly leaned over the side of the bed and vomited once more.

"At least your fever isn't too high," Annie said, placing a hand on his forehead.

"Reminds me, gotta make an appointment for Bee," Kurt slurred as he wiped his mouth out.

"Blaine mentioned that before he left for work. He said he'd call during his free period this morning."

Kurt nodded and sighed as he lay back down on the bed. "Can I at least have my laptop so I can watch a movie or something?"

Annie rolled her eyes, but brought the laptop bag over to him and set it beside the bed. "Make sure you get some sleep, too! And drink something! I'll bring you some soup later."

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Blaine hated being on hold, but he really hated it when they played awful, tinny, instrumental versions of his favorite songs that totally ruin the originals. He was currently listening to a mangled version of Katy Perry's I Kissed a Girl for the third time in the last thirty five minutes since he'd been politely asked to "Please hold." He was beginning to think the receptionist at the pediatrician's office had forgotten about him, and he only had ten more minutes until his next class began.

He was about to give up and call back later when a voice finally came on the line. "Dr. Martin's office, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I need to make an appointment for my son."

"Are you a new patient?"

"Um, no, we've been seeing Dr. Martin for the past year and a half."

"What is your son's name and birthdate?"

"Burt Hummel Anderson, September fourth, twenty twenty three."

"And what is the reason for the visit?"

"Um, well, he was really sick over Thanksgiving break while we were in California. His sisters and brother were all sick too, but he seemed to be hit harder than any of them, and we-"

"Is he still sick?" The receptionist interrupted.

"He's better now, although he's still weak and pale-"

"Unless he's showing symptoms right now, we don't have any appointments available until February. Dr. Martin is getting ready to retire in May, and has cut back his office hours."

"Oh. Well, I guess February will have to do." He made the appointment and hung up just as the first of his Classical Guitar students arrived.

Later, in Glee, they began rehearsing Christmas songs for the concert that would be held at the new auditorium at the community center as part of the dedication ceremony a week from Saturday night. All five choirs would perform, as well as the choir from the Jr. High. Later in the month there would be a play performed by students from three of the local elementary schools, as well as a performance by the local symphony orchestra.

"Great job, everyone!" Blaine said "Let's take five, and then we'll do Friendly Beasts, with Colt, Xander, Brendan, Danny, Alyssa and Alaina, and then we'll work on Tianna's solo."

Most of the kids took the opportunity to grab a bottle of water, and go over the sheet music for the rest of their setlist, but Johnny walked over to Blaine's desk.

"Hey," he said, smiling at Blaine. The teacher smiled back at him.

"What's up, Johnny?"

"I'm having a little trouble with my solo. The final verse is just tripping me up with the descent. I was wondering if you could help me out with it?"

Blaine nodded. "Sure, we can work on it during class tomorrow, okay?"

The older man looked back down at his notes, and failed to notice the look of disappointment that passed over the young man's face briefly, before the smile returned. "Okay, sure. Thanks, Bla- Mr. Anderson."

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Blaine picked Lizzie and Bee up after school, noting that his son looked tired still. "How was your day?" He asked.

Lizzie smiled at him. "It was cool. Mr. Green and Ms. Jemson announced that they are getting married on Valentines' Day." The photography teacher and kindergarten teacher had been dating for nearly four years. "He proposed to her on Thanksgiving, in front of her family!"

"That's cute," Blaine said. "How about you, Bee? Anything exciting happen?"

"Maisey Daniels tried to kiss me," his oldest son said, softly.

Blaine glanced at him in the rearview mirror, one eyebrow raised. "Oh?"

The boy blushed and tried to hide his face. "She said I looked sad, and wanted to kiss me to make me feel better."

"What did you do?"

"I told her I wasn't feeling good, and if she kissed me she'd probably get sick too."

Blaine tried not to chuckle, and turned it into a cough instead.

When they got home, Bee immediately went to the piano and softly began to play. He'd been a fast learner under Marley's gentle tutoring. His former first grade teacher had remarked that he was a natural, and that all she'd really had to do was build his self confidence in his own talent.

Between the piano and his photography, Bee was slowly coming out of his shell and starting to be able to express his feelings. He smiled as Phin crawled over and sat on the floor beside him, watching him play. The other three babies were all asleep in the playpen.

"Do you like music, Phin?" He asked softly. The youngest Hummel Anderson cocked his head at his older brother, and after a moment, held his hands up, an obvious request to be picked up. Bee stopped and leaned over to lift the boy onto his lap, before continuing the piece he'd been playing. The younger boy leaned back into him as he watched the older boy's fingers move over the keys.

Despite the fears he'd had when he'd first learned he was going to be a big brother, Bee had developed a special bond with his youngest sibling, and as he played, he talked quietly to the smaller boy, not wanting anyone else to overhear.

"You had a rough beginning to your life, with all the complications and stuff. But you never gave up. You aren't scared of anything, are you? I get scared a lot. I'm scared people aren't going to like me. I'm scared of dad and daddy getting hurt, or Lizzie, or you and the others. I'm scared I'm not good enough."

Phin had stopped watching his brother's fingers, and was looking up into his face. The tiny boy reached up and touched the older boy's cheek. And said his first word.

"Bee!"

Burt Edison Hummel Anderson stopped playing abruptly and looked down at his brother. "Did you just say my name? Dad!" He shouted. "Phin just talked! He said my name! He said Bee!"

Blaine, Wes and Annie all rushed in from the kitchen, where they'd been talking while they made dinner, and Lizzie came rushing down the stairs, having been upstairs talking with daddy.

"Phin called me Bee!" The boy said, smiling happily, not noticing the tears rolling down his face.

"Oh, that's so sweet!" Blaine said, hugging both boys. "Daddy's going to be so upset he missed it! I remember when you said your first word, Bee. Daddy and I had just come home from rehearsals during Dear Evan Hanson, and you were sitting in your highchair, eating spaghetti, and you looked up with a huge grin and said 'daddy!' Kurt almost melted, I swear!" Everyone laughed.

"What was my first word, dad?' Lizzie asked.

"Daddy was trying to put a bow in your hair, but you were squirming so much, he couldn't get it tied. He said, 'can't you sit still for one minute, baby girl?' and you threw the hair brush, and said 'No!'" They laughed again.

"Guess this means the others will be talking any time now," Annie said. "I'm surprised Phin was the first! Usually Kathy is leading the charge."

They glanced over to where the other three were just waking up from their nap.

A short while later, once Lizzie and Bee had plates of cheesy chicken rice and broccoli in front of them, Blaine carried a tray upstairs for Kurt with soup, seven up, and Pepto on it. Kurt was laying in bed, pouting.

"I missed Phin's first word!" He said, his face pale, hair sweaty as his fever broke. He already looked much better than he had that morning.

Blaine smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry, sweetie. If it makes you feel any better, I missed it, too. Bee was playing the piano, and Phin said his name. I was in the kitchen with Wes and Annie."

Kurt continued to pout. "I hate being sick!"

His husband laughed. "I know, baby, but you look like you are starting to feel better. Which reminds me, I called Dr. Martin's office today, but the only appointment I could get for Bee isn't until February. Did you know Dr. Martin is retiring in May?"

The pale man frowned and shook his head. "No, I didn't. He is getting pretty old. He was my doctor when I was a kid, you know, and he wasn't a spring chicken then, either. Guess we'll have to look for a new pediatrician."

"Maybe Kat can recommend one in our area," Blaine said as he helped Kurt sit up so he could take some Pepto, and set the tray over his lap so he could feed himself.

They talked for a little while longer as Kurt ate, but the older man was starting to get tired again, so Blaine tucked his husband in, and after another kiss and a whispered "I love you," he took the tray and headed back downstairs.

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Kurt was feeling much better Tuesday morning, and managed to get the kid's lunches packed before Wes and Annie arrived. Although he looked a lot better, Annie still scolded him, saying that he should still be resting. Kurt just smiled and kissed her cheek as he handed her a cup of coffee.

Kathy, Audy, Matty and Phin were sitting in their highchairs at the kitchen table, and Kurt handed each of them a bottle, and then set about trying to coax them to eat the pureed peaches and oatmeal he'd prepared for them, as Blaine and the older kids got ready for their day. Kathy seemed to like the homemade baby food, and ate a few bites, but Audy ignored it in favor of her bottle, while Matty was too distracted chewing on his bib. Phin seemed determined to take the spoon from him and feed himself.

When Blaine came in a few minutes later with Lizzie and Bee, Phin reached towards his brother. "Bee! Beebeebee!"

Kathy, not to be outdone, decided to join the conversation. Looking up at Blaine, she spoke. "Dada!"

"She talked!" Kurt said, grinning at Blaine. The shorter man was in awe, looking down into his daughter's hazel eyes that matched his own.

"She said 'dad,' not 'daddy!' She was looking at me and she said dad!" Blaine said, tears in his eyes.

Kurt smiled and hugged him. "Feels amazing, doesn't it? I remember when Bee called me Daddy the first time." He smiled at his oldest son.

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By the end of the week, Audy and Mattie had also spoken their first words. Audrey, who had inherited a version of Kurt's Bitch face, had glared at her auburn haired parent as he tried to feed her pureed green beans, and very determinedly stated "no!" not unlike her older sister with the hair bow. Matthew had been more subtle, and they had almost missed it, when the boy had declared the green mush to be "yuck!" shortly after his sister had refused to try it.

The youngest Hummel Andersons weren't the only ones who seemed disinterested in the food that evening, Kurt noticed. Bee had eaten a few bites of his salmon, but hadn't touched the green beans or baked potato.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" He asked the boy who looked so much like him.

Bee shrugged. "Just not really hungry."

Kurt frowned slightly. The boy still seemed so weak from being sick, even though it had been a week. He decided to see if they could find another pediatrician who could see Bee sooner than February.