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The four of them were greeted with warm hugs late Saturday morning when they arrived at Grandma and Grandpa Smythe's. They hung all of their coats up and went into the living room.
Richard said, "We know you don't really get a chance to go out just the two of you very often, you could have a nice lunch out before you do your shopping."
"We usually eat lunch with the two of you," Sebastian said. "We could all go out together if you don't have anything we can make here. We come to spend time with you."
She smiled and nodded. "We know, dear. We just wanted to offer."
"We get time alone," Sebastian said. "Don't worry. We put them down for bed in the evening and spend time talking when they're asleep. We're lucky they sleep so regularly."
"I got our double-twelve dominoes out, or we can play Euchre again," Richard said.
"How about both?" Kurt said.
They played for a couple of hours, and then they ate lunch together. Once the girls were asleep, Kurt and Sebastian left to run their errands and do their bi-weekly shopping. When they came back to pick them up, they followed Dotty, who was holding Aliza, into the living room. Richard had Rose in his lap on the love seat and was holding the book they had obviously been reading. Kurt and Sebastian sat down on the couch. Dotty sat back down next to Richard and they finished the story.
When they finished, Dotty pointed to a tissue-paper wrapped gift under the tree. "Go ahead and open that."
Sebastian got up and grabbed it. He sat back down and unwrapped it to find two adorable winter outfits for the girls. They both had fuchsia and lime green long-sleeved fleece ruffle-skirted baby doll tops with snowmen on them and black and white leggings. They weren't identical, but they went together. Aliza's pants were zebra patterned and Rose's were black with white polka dots. Both pairs of leggings had fuchsia and lime green ruffles around the ankles as well.
"Thank you," Kurt said. "These are adorable. I love how colorful they are and whimsical too. The ruffles are great. I may have to add ruffles to some of their shirts and other leggings. They wouldn't get in the way of crawling, and they're really cute."
"I wanted to get them something that would last all winter and not look out-of-season next week. There were lots of cute little elf outfits and ones with Christmas trees and stuff, but these can be worn all winter."
"They're perfect," Kurt laid them out and looked at them again.
"Thank you, Grandma," Sebastian said.
"You're both welcome. We love these two sweethearts. We were so excited when we found out about Rose. And then we got another surprise with Aliza. They're both just so wonderful to have around. I love watching babies and children discover the world. We get old and jaded and forget the wonder all around us. Watching them brings some of that wonder back."
"I hadn't really thought about it like that, but you're right," Sebastian said.
"You two are young enough that you haven't completely lost it," she said. "You're still learning about yourselves and the world. Unfortunately, the two of you have already dealt with soul-injuring losses at such young ages. I can still see your eyes light up around these two. And each other." She winked. "I was so glad when Sebastian told me that you two are together now. I could see how you looked at each other and I knew, but I'm glad you two figured it out. We just want you to know that we're here for both of you, if you ever want or need to talk. Sebastian hasn't said much about your family other than that you lost your mom very young, but we've come to love you and Aliza and we want you to consider us family."
"Thank you, really. That means a lot to me." Kurt nodded and wiped his eyes. "My dad remarried Carole a little over three years ago, when I was a junior in high school. She had a son in the same grade as I was in. He died last spring, so things have been rough. Her extended family is homophobic. She and my dad are at her family's Christmas celebrations this weekend."
"I see. Well it's her family's loss to not get to be a part of your lives. If you two ever have time to come to any of our extended family events, you'll be welcomed. Everyone's known that Sebastian was gay since ages ago and all anyone ever wanted was for him to be happy – single or with a partner. Him being gay didn't change anything within our family, but everyone who knew about it was upset about how much he was bullied in middle school. We missed him when he went to France, but we were glad that he wasn't getting bullied there."
"I transferred to Dalton for half of my junior year because of bullying."
"That's a shame. Dalton is a great school, but having to leave a school because bullying is that bad is such a poor reflection on the school's leadership."
"It is. It's not really gotten that much better, the leadership I mean. The new football coach made more of a difference than the actual school administration ever did. My senior year was better as far as the bullying went. And one of the bullies transferred to a different school, but had reformed before that along with a couple of others. The rest of the worst of them graduated. I would imagine that this year has been a lot better since the current upperclassmen came into the school after the new coach took over."
"Well, that's something to be glad about. I'm assuming that it was the football players that caused most of the trouble since you mentioned that getting a new football coach made a big difference," Richard said.
"It was a combination of the football and the hockey players. Several of the football players joined the Glee Club, which infuriated the rest of the team. The guys at the top of the social ladder weren't supposed to fraternize with the losers in the Glee Club. It was dumb. I was glad they joined and wary at the same time. Some of them had been at the top of the bullying offenders list, but they gave it up when they joined the Glee Club. Sometimes I wonder how things would have been different if my dad could have afforded to keep me at Dalton. Sebastian and I would have met in different circumstances. So many 'what if's without the ability to know the outcome."
Dotty said, "Life is full of 'what if's, but we only get one shot at each day, so we just have to face whatever comes the best we can."
"That's true," Kurt said. "We can do a lot of planning and have all of it go up in smoke in a flash."
Sebastian said, "Sometimes amazing things roll in behind flash of smoke, even though the smoke is still burning our eyes."
Dotty nodded. She crinkled her nose up. "I have something to take care of." She stood up and Richard followed her with Rose.
Sebastian reached out for Kurt's hand and squeezed it. "Sorry all of that got brought up."
He squeezed back. "It's okay. It's part of the past. As long as they don't start treating me like I need sympathy, I'll be fine. It was what it was. It was awful and miserable, but that's not how my life is now. I actually really enjoy my life now."
"Me too." He leaned towards Kurt and kissed him.
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Later that afternoon, they were back at home in the garage working on their next project. "I think this going to work out in the laundry room really well. The one hanging rack over the washer and dryer was too low. I'm glad you had it moved up," Kurt said, as he painted a wood shelf white.
"My parents practically never used that rack to hang clothes on. My dad had his shirts cleaned and my mom's dresses were obviously too long to hang from the rack. Maybe she had them cleaned too or she hung them in her room? I'm not sure." Sebastian was painting a side support. "I like these. You can use the center sections to hang pieces you're working on and these narrow side shelves will give us a place to store stuff that we have in the garage and keep us from having to reset the alarm as often. And there's still plenty of room for you to use the ironing board easily."
"I also really like the addition of the countertop over the top of the washer and dryer you had the contractor install. That will save me a lot of time fishing tiny socks out from behind the washer and dryer."
"And save your poor head."
"Yeah."
"I vaguely remember my mom having a table in there when I was younger. She must have used that to fold clothes and sort socks on. I like the countertop a lot better because it's definitely taller than a table would be. I like the way the whole system will work once we get all of these pieces painted and in place in there. We'll have a place to have our coats when they're wet. A lot of improvements with just a few pieces."
"Maybe we can get it all put together Monday morning."
"I think we'll be able to. We're going with a roast and vegetables for the Christmas meal because you said that's what your dad is used to, so that will be super easy."
"A easy meal will give us more time to make some fun desserts. My dad seemed annoyed when I said I wanted diapers for Christmas. He wanted me to tell him something that I wanted. I can't think of anything that I want right now, but I've always gotten him and all of my friends gifts for Christmas every year. It just seems so weird to not be shopping for any of them this year."
"I hadn't really ever thought about it since the gift giving was never something I really participated in. My parents didn't pine for things or make lists of things they wanted, but couldn't have. They could have bought themselves anything they wanted to, and they did. It's just that they weren't the type of people that wanted a lot of stuff. They bought things to replace things that broke and couldn't be repaired. If they needed something for an event, they bought it, but they also let things go and didn't accumulate unneeded items. I never felt the pressure of buying the right gift or trying to get something really nice on a small budget. My dad was good at the art of giving gifts though. He'd stop by the florist and bring home a single flower and my mom would put it in that vase that holds just one stem. He'd surprise her randomly by bringing home a single slice of cake from her favorite bakery and then she'd insist that he eat half of it with her."
"I see where you learned from – bringing me my favorite bagel and cream cheese or a cup of coffee or renting a movie you think I'd like."
"I saw how much those little things meant to her. It wasn't the $2 flower or the $3 slice of cake. It was that my dad had been thinking about her and showed it in the little things he did."
"I used to do those types of things for my dad. There'd be something around the house that needed done that I could do and I'd do it before he got home from work, so he'd be able come home and relax. Little things. But since I don't live with him anymore, that's hard to do. He never did those kinds of things as far as I can remember, but he might have for my mom. He always wanted a detailed list from me and he'd chose things from the list."
"So, your penchant for doing my laundry and prepping things for my night to cook wasn't from your dad's example. It was your own doing."
"Yeah. I never had access to any money when I was younger, so I had to be more creative with acts of service as gifts rather than physical gifts."
"Well, it's really sweet and I really do appreciate it when you do things for me out of love."
Kurt smiled and blushed a bit. "Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"You're the first person to say anything nice about me doing things for you."
"Oh."
"You always thank me at the time, so it's not that I didn't know you were appreciative." Kurt kept painting.
They heard babbling from the baby monitor. "Pa-pa. Pa-pa. Am-Am. Da-da." Followed by more indistinguishable words.
"Well, Rose is awake. I'll go take care of both of them. You can keep working on the shelves. Maybe we can still get all of the tops done today. We'll leave the fan on to keep the air circulating overnight." He stepped towards Kurt and leaned over the board carefully and kissed him before he washed his hands so he could go inside to take care of the girls.
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Sebastian changed their diapers and put them in the playard with some of their toys while he danced around the kitchen and sang for them as he emptied the dishwasher.
Rose crawled around and bounced on her hands and clapped sometimes, clearly enjoying Sebastian's show. Aliza sat and watched and clapped and babbled, laughing at his antics.
"Oh, you think I'm funny, do you?" He picked Rose up and danced around with her, twirling and singing nonsense songs. He put her back down and picked Aliza up and did the same.
Kurt opened the door from the garage to check on them and caught Sebastian picking Aliza back up and kissing her on each cheek and singing a made up song about how beautiful and smart she was. Kurt's heart swelled to see that Sebastian really did care for Aliza. It was far from the first time he'd seen him care for her with love and affection, but just hearing him sing such an affirming song to her made his eyes fill with happy tears. He shut the door back and went back to finishing the last of the shelves before he went back inside.
"Do you want to go back out after dinner or try going out tomorrow, like after their first nap?" Kurt asked when he came back into the dining room after cleaning the paint off of it his hands.
"Let's go tomorrow because we didn't get to copy the comic book covers and the playbills. And we can get the frames we need for our room. We can go after I put the second coat on the side pieces and you get a first coat on the undersides of the shelves."
"Works for me. I'm going to grab the fabric out of the dryer and iron it so I can recover the bench."
"Need help?"
"Sure."
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Kurt got up and grabbed his phone when it started to ring. He slid his thumb across to answer.
"Hey, Sam!"
"Hey to you too. So, this coming weekend? Are we still on?"
"Definitely on my end."
"Alright then. I'll leave after breakfast on Friday, if that's okay."
"Sure. I have an art project I need help with when you get here. Can you pack some clothes you don't mind possibly getting a little paint on?"
"Sure thing. Now, I'm curious. What are we painting?"
"You'll see. It's not hard. Well, not for you. But it's out of my skill range it seems. I have the basics, but feel free to bring brushes that you like. I bought acrylic paints."
"Got it. I'll bring my paintbrushes and a palette. Anything else unusual I should bring?"
"Just yourself. I miss you."
"Are you saying that I'm unusual?"
"Most certainly. You're friends with me. That definitely makes you unusual."
"Nah. That makes me lucky."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Stop rolling your eyes."
"You know me so well."
"I gotta go. We're in Tennessee and I'm being hollered for by one of my cousins."
"Have fun! See you Friday."
"See ya!"
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When Sebastian came out of the bathroom, Kurt was sitting on their new love seat with his feet propped up on the bench to the vanity. "Sam called while you were in the shower. He says he'll be here Friday at lunchtime."
Sebastian sat down next to him. "Sounds good to me. That gives him enough time to decide whether he wants to stay or leave without having to drive back in the dark. From everything you've said about him, I expect that he'll stay. But I wouldn't put it past him to figure it out like I did."
"I don't want that to happen. That's the one thing I really don't want to deal with, but you might be right. I need to think about that scenario. And I guess you need to think about what you want him to know. If we were straight, no one would question us that much. A couple of one-night stands gone wrong or the mother dying in childbirth would be the first thing that comes to people's minds, but for two gay guys as young as we are to have babies already goes against everything every typical person would be willing to just overlook. I mean if we were older, like 25 or something, and established in our careers, and perhaps engaged or married already, people might be more willing to accept that we hired surrogates to have kids."
"I know, but I'm hoping after a few years, we'll look old enough that people won't question us and they'll just think we look young for our ages. You know, like they'll assume that were 30 and just look 25 when we enroll them for kindergarten somewhere."
"I barely pass for a college student and I'm 20. Somehow I don't think that being mistaken for younger than I am is going to be a problem. Looking like I'm as old as I am will be problematic. I'll probably still be getting carded to go into bars when I'm 30."
Sebastian chuckled. "You're right though. I need to figure out what I'm going to tell people because people are going to be nosy. We need to have a standard answer that I give every time. The type of bordering-on-smartass comment that lets people know that they're being too nosy, all while sounding light-hearted and mostly polite."
"It's really no one's business, but people are nosy and they will ask. Or they'll make comments like 'You're awfully young to have children.' Or 'How did you have the money to hire a surrogate so young?' Or a snide remark like you made to me that day at the park about how I managed to convince a girl that I was straight. Or whether this was some kind of pregnancy pact for gay teens."
Sebastian snorted. "That last one is great. I'm totally going to add that one to the list of possibilities."
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Sunday they went out, as planned. They returned with the poster frames, mat board, smaller frames for their collages, the photocopies of the comic book covers and playbills, and some miscellaneous other things from Michael's. After they brought everything inside, they gave the girls their bottles and put them down for their nap.
They went back out to the garage and did a few touch ups on the shelf support pieces they had been working on and put those pieces in the direct flow of the air from the fan.
Afterwards, they went back inside and decided on the layout for the comic book covers and playbill collages they were making. They took the mat board and photocopies out to the garage and used spray fixative to adhere the photocopies where they wanted them. They worked together well, just like they did when they cooked together.
Once everything was glued down like they wanted it, they took the boards back inside. Sebastian grabbed the toolbox on the way in. Kurt left the collages in the study to finish drying. He went to their room to help Sebastian mark the walls where they were going to hang the posters.
Once the girls were up from their nap, they put them in the playard and drilled to put the screw anchors in for the frames. They hung them up empty to get them out of the way until the posters arrived. Kurt took the tools back out to put them away and Sebastian headed to the kitchen to get started on dinner.
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After they finished eating dinner, Kurt said, "I'll go back to painting the shelves after we sing and dance and read. You can read if you want. I know you were getting close to finishing the book you've been reading."
"Nah. I want to do the painting with you. We can shower after we finish, we can snuggle on the love seat and read together in our room."
They kept at it until they had a second coat of white paint on the undersides of all the shelves.
Sebastian said, "That's it – 18 shelves with two coats on each side. We'll leave the fan on again. I'm sure they'll be dry enough to assemble in the laundry room tomorrow morning."
"Let's go in and shower."
"Why don't you go ahead and get started with your shower, and I'll clean these brushes?"
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After the girls' midnight feeding, Kurt couldn't manage to fall back asleep. He started to get out of the bed, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around him tighter.
"I'm just too tense to sleep. I'm going to go make myself a cup of warm milk. I'll be back."
"M'kay." Sebastian kissed the back of his neck before he loosened his grip.
Kurt went to the kitchen and put some milk in a pot to warm it up. He had tried using a microwave a few times, but there was something to the relaxation of it that involved stirring the milk in the pot as part of the process. Once he finished, he washed the pot while the milk cooled enough to drink. He put a dash of cinnamon in and stirred.
He took it with him to the study and worked on the felted snow people that he had gotten at the craft store earlier. He drank the milk and made little scarves and clothes for them.
Once he finished, he put everything away, and went back to bed. He got in as gently as he could, trying not to disturb Sebastian, but he scooted closer as soon as Kurt was on his side.
"Better?"
"Yeah. I just want tomorrow to go well."
"I know. We'll do our best. That's all we can do. Scoot back more so I can hold you close." He waited for Kurt to scoot back into his chest. He kissed the back of Kurt's neck and nuzzled in close. "I love you."
Kurt slipped his fingers under the cuff of Sebastian's thermal shirt and caressed the skin on his wrist. "I love you too."
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Monday morning, they started the roast in the Crock-Pot right after breakfast. They left the girls in their sleepers and put them in the playard while they worked in the laundry room to assemble the shelving they had painted. Once they had it complete, they installed the new walk-thru baby gate across the hall opening on the outer edge of the girls' room and playroom. They closed the girls' bedroom door and put them in the playroom on the floor while they folded up the playard, which they stored in the laundry room. They put the leaf back in the dining room table.
When they had gone through the house the week before, they had found the tablecloths. Kurt ironed the red one and put it on the table. He put the white and silver, snowflake-patterned square placemat and the four felted snow people they had bought in the center of the table. He placed a felted pine tree in the center of the placemat and arranged the two snowmen and the two snow children around it. He hadn't let Sebastian see the outcome of his handiwork yet.
"Hey, Bas?"
He came out of the laundry room, almost done with his task of putting the items on the shelving. "Yeah?"
"Come look."
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind and squeezed gently. "They're cute. You made us into a snow people family. I didn't see you get the tree. When did you make the outfits?"
"I went back for the tree when you were in line. I made the outfits and dressed them last night while I drank the warm milk. It was calming."
"The tree looks good with them. The snow family is really cute. I'm sure the girls will like them too. I'm almost done putting the stuff on the shelves in the laundry room. I'm going to go check on them again before I finish up."
Kurt set the table before he went to look in the laundry room. "Oh, wow. It looks great. Nothing's on the floor. Everything has a place."
"We have a laundry room that looks like it belongs in a magazine." Sebastian kissed Kurt.
"I think it's bee-u-tee-ful," Kurt teased. He wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck. "Thank you."
"For an organized laundry room?"
"Yes, and for making it work for my upcoming projects. You didn't have to, but you did and I appreciate it. It was really sweet."
"You can't keep saying that. People will get the wrong idea."
Kurt kissed him again. "Mmm hmm. Sebastian Smythe – bad boy raspberry blower."
Sebastian chortled, and then quickly changed his expression to looking cocky. "I'm going to have to get a motorcycle," he said resolutely.
"Make sure it's got room for me on the back, and get a second helmet that's black." Kurt pulled him closer and backed him into the laundry room wall and kissed him passionately. "I have a really nice black leather jacket, pants, and boots that will go great with your new motorcycle." He ran his hands through Sebastian's hair and down his chest, pausing with his hands on Sebastian's waist and pressed back into for more kisses.
When they broke for a few seconds to catch their breath, Sebastian said, "Damn, Kurt, you're making me want to go buy one for real."
Kurt kissed along his jaw, towards his ear. "Maybe I'll model the outfit for you sometime since it's not really motorcycle season right now. But right now, we have to go check on the girls." He pecked Sebastian on the lips before he walked back towards the playroom.
Sebastian took a deep breath and willed himself to keep his focus on getting ready for Burt and Carole to come over for lunch.
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While the girls were taking their morning nap, Kurt and Sebastian made an apple pie and cherry crumble. Once the pie was in the oven, Sebastian made ice tea and Kurt made lemonade.
Once those were chilling, Kurt started to work on the drop biscuits so they would ready to put in the oven when Burt and Carole arrived, so they could serve them hot.
Sebastian pulled the roast out, added the carrots, celery, and sliced potatoes to the Crock-Pot, put the roast back in and put the lid back on.
Kurt washed his hands and looked around. "Anything else you can think of?"
Sebastian finished wiping down the counter. "Other than changing into something nicer, no." He put his hands on Kurt's waist. "I'm not sure how to act with them here. Is there anything don't want me to do?"
"No. I want you to be yourself." He cupped Sebastian's face and looked him in the eyes. "I love you just the way you are. I don't want you to feel like you have to pretend around my family. You already know the issues that are going on. We'll just have to see how things go. If they seem to be enjoying themselves, we can offer to watch a Christmas movie with them, like Miracle on 34th Street or The Santa Clause or whatever Carole wants. But if Carole seems stressed and distant, we can just open the gifts after we eat, and they can head home after dessert." He kissed him gently. "We're both tense." He wrapped his arms around his back and held him close. He ran his right hand up and down Sebastian's back soothingly. "Whenever they go home, we'll snuggle."
"Sounds nice. How about some dancing? We can take the leaf back out of the table and move it towards the living room and dance."
"Mmm. Definitely a good idea. We've danced around with the girls, but never really just the two of us slow dancing."
"Well, that will have to be remedied – today." He took a deep breath and let it out.
They were surprised when someone knocked on the front door. Sebastian went to the door and looked out the peephole to find the UPS driver standing on the front porch. He opened the door and signed for the packages. He thanked him and handed the packages to Kurt.
"That was quick. I didn't think these would arrive until later in the week."
"I selected Priority Shipping, but I didn't think they'd arrive until after Christmas. We can put them in the frames and get them hung pretty quickly since the frames are already on the walls."
They opened the poster shipping tubes to double-check that they had received the correct posters, and then took the posters to their room. They took frames down and cleaned the acrylic. They framed the collages in the study and took them to their room. They put the posters in the frames next, and then hung all four finished pieces.
"Is it straight?" Sebastian asked, as he hung the last frame.
"Down a little to the left."
Sebastian moved it slightly and waited.
"Yeah, like that."
Once they were up, they stood together near the center of the room and looked as they turned slowly.
"I like all of them," Kurt said.
"Me too. Let's get ready and change. They'll be here in about 30 minutes, unless they run into traffic somewhere."
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Sebastian changed his shirt in the bathroom and fixed his hair. Afterwards, he brought what he had been wearing into the closet before Kurt had come back out.
Kurt looked towards the door when Sebastian stepped in. "That looks nice," Kurt said.
"Thanks." He hung his hoodie up, and then kissed Kurt. "You look good, as always." Sebastian put his hands on Kurt's waist. "You know all of the jerk-ish things I did as a teenager. Tell me a couple of things you did. You are gorgeous and smart, but I've been on the receiving end of that sword-edged tongue. There have to have been others that got a good tongue-thrashing. You were too good at it for me to have been the first."
Kurt chuckled. "Fine, you win. Once, I asked Rachel if her jowls were going to be Photoshopped out of a yearbook picture that none of us had seen yet."
Sebastian cracked up. "Oh, my God. That's almost better than the Craig's List insult. Almost."
"I gave her a Grease makeover."
"You dressed her up slutty?"
Kurt nodded. "Cat suit, make up, teased hair."
"I would have paid good money for a photo of that a couple of years ago."
"As I recall, a couple of years ago, you were Photoshopping an inappropriately small dick on a photo of Finn in heels."
"So dumb, but I want to know how YOU knew it was inappropriately small. Berry, yeah. I assumed they were sleeping together, but you?" Sebastian teased him.
"I'm pretty sure that I've told you that McKinley has open shower stalls in the guys' locker room. I did have to take gym with the other guys in my grade, you know? And I was on the football team for a while and I was a cheerleader during basketball season."
"Good answer." He smirked at Kurt before breaking out in a full smile. "But in all honesty, if she had dropped out, someone else would have gotten a turn in the limelight."
"It still wouldn't have been me." Kurt shook his head. "Enough reminiscing. I will say 'thank you' to your compliment." He pecked Sebastian on the lips.
"I hope one day soon, you actually believe me instead of just thanking me." Sebastian took the opportunity and pressed Kurt into the wall and kissed him until they were breathless.
As Kurt caught his breath, he said, "Keep kissing me like that, and it won't take long."
"Ah, a mission I can complete." He kissed Kurt again.
The doorbell rang.
Sebastian sighed and stepped back. "Come on. Your parents await."
Kurt smiled and pecked him on the lips again before he left the closet. Sebastian put his hands on Kurt's hips and followed behind him like a 2-person Conga line, which succeeded in getting Kurt to smile and relax just a bit.