Years ago I was reading a fanfiction where Klaine had a son named Dalton. And I always thought it suited for obvious reasons we all know. A part of me didn't want to use it because I don't want to seem like I copy ideas without giving credit. Anyway, no other name for him is possible and that's just the way it is. And I can't give any credit because I can't for the life of me remember what the story or writer was called.

Elizabeth looks like Indica Watson (although with Kurt's eye color) and Dalton looks like August Maturo.

It's told from Carole's POV.

It was quite a normal, spring, Saturday morning when I drove up to the house that had since a few years back been the Hummel-Anderson's. And I knew today's had started of just another normal too. Even though Elizabeth- their oldes t girl and second oldest child had suddenly had a change to her whole life that we all knew were coming.

And then, after the guys had somehow realized they weren't fit to tell their daughter about it as men (I would have to do something about that!) and Rachel was out of town. And so they called for my help. Who would I have been to tell them no?

Now, after a quick stop at the grocery store a plastic bag was with me while I walked up their porch and when I felt the door handle- it was locked I made a knock, took a step back and waited for someone to answer.

One of the five year old twins, Tracy- or if it was Hepburn came and opened the door for me. My smile towards her felt a bit forced, but hers was big and toothless looking up at me.

"Nana!"

"Hello Tracy…" She laughed in just the way I knew what it meant. "How am I ever supposed to learn that you're Hepburn?" She laughed again and then looked towards the plastic bag I had picked up from the store.

"Is there anything for me?" She tried to look down into the bag. "Oh, there's chocolate. My favorite chocolate."

"Aw. I'm sorry Hepburn…" She had just reached for the bag but looked up at me with puppy- eyes when I held it away from her. "This is for Lizzie. Do you know where she is?" I had a good idea where she might be.

"She's locked herself in her room… She slammed the door, dad and papa never likes that but they didn't say anything…"

For bringing her favorite chocolate and not giving her any the light in her eyes went out at the same time as her smile turned into a frown. I couldn't blame her- to a five-year-old wanting chocolate was a big deal!

"I'm sorry I didn't bring any chocolate for you this time. But I know what is your favorite now. So I'll bring one some time, and buy as much chocolate as you can eat." A small smile formed on her lips again. "I promise I'll do that. Then you have something to look forward to until the next time I visit… Don't you?"

"Carole?" All of a sudden Blaine came rushing into the hallway. "Thank you for coming. Neither I nor Kurt knew what to do andf Rachel is out of town and…" I waved and gestured for him that I quite understood. "Well, she got out of bed this morning and she said she felt like she wet her pants, but then…."

How many times hadn't I had that feeling when the period came unexpectedly and came when you started moving and got out of bed?

"Well… she started her period- I get you know what that feels like!" I nodded and tried to show him exactly how much! "And neither I nor Kurt could quite know how to explain it to her. So we figured someone… someone who has had what she's going through right now might be the best to do that…" He had said it almost all in one word and now finally breathed in. "Dalton seems to know what it's about- he hasn't stopped laughing since he noticed the blood stains on Lizzie's sheets. And since he's three years older than her and has had something about this in school…"

Was Blaine ever going to stop talking or was I going to stand here all day and have him explain to me what was going on?

All of a sudden, Blaine seemed to realize what he was doing and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. Anyway, Elizabeth now believes she is dying. That's about everything we have gotten her to say for so long so… I guess you know where her room is…" Blaine stepped out of the way, Hepburn stayed behind me but didn't say anything more when I went through the living room and up the stairs.

There were photos just about everywhere. And as good as every time I watched all of them I wished there would have been more, new photos of Finn. But among all of the pictures there were in the house along with the dads, Dalton who was biologically Blaine's, Elizabeth who was biologically Kurt's and therefore named after his mum, and the twins- Tracy and Hepburn who were adopted from Somalia. And photos of all friends and their children.

Still, being Kurt's stepmum and seeing the four as my grandchildren. each of them calling me "Nana" and looking so happy when they came to hug me as only grandchildren could- nothing warmed my heart more than that.

"Elizabeth?" I carefully knocked on the door when I stopped next to the top stair. "It's Nana Carole. Can you unlock the door and let me in?" ´

There were no answer from inside the bedroom, but if I tried my very hardest I could hear her snivels and wondered how on earth I, her and her dad's had ended up in this position.

"Elizabeth? I know what's going on. But I can't just stand here on the other side of your bedroom door and explain it."

For a moment there was only more silent and I couldn't know what more there was to say from here. Then just as I was wondering about it I heard Elizabeth moving and footsteps coming towards the door, the door unlocked and she opened it for me.

"Hello sweetie…" Elizabeth didn't look at me nor said anything at all. "Your dad called and told me what's going on… I'm guessing it must be quite frightening to wake up, feel like you're wetting your pants without being able to stop it. Then noticing it's blood and there's no one around you that have got the answer about what's going on… Did they try and call Rachel too?" At last, she nodded. "I heard she's out of town but… now I'm here and I promise I can explain to you whatever you want to know about this."

Elizabeth only hesitated for a few seconds, then she span around, turned her back against me and went to sit down on her bed where she sat leaned forward in a position I did know very well. I could almost feel the way she had blood coming out of her after I had had a lifetime with doing it once a month, how many times hadn't I tried to do the same with trying to hold it in? Only trying to find some single way to sit until I could at least find a bathroom. And I could only imagine what this felt like for one who didn't even know what was going on.

The chestnut brown tresses she had inherited from her dad had never looked so greasy and despite working in an ER for as many years as I had, I had never seen a person as Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson right then.

"Oh, sweetie." I went to sit down by her as if that could help her, laid a hand on her back. "Look! I'm going to explain what is happening… I can't believe your dads didn't already do that ages ago because you should have known."

She should have known, really! Two dads might mean none of the guys wanted to give her "the talk" but who had they expected to do it?

"A while ago I was hit in the back, during a football game when someone jumped on me, shoving their head… well. You can understand…" Elizabeth explained. "Well, you know. Such things just happens when you play football or hockey, it hurts- you pee blood for a couple of days due to it hurting the kidneys… then it's over. But I've done that three or four times…" New tears came rolling down her cheeks. "It didn't feel the same… I don't want to be sick. I don't want to die."

"Sweetie, you're not dying. And you're not sick. Here." I showed her the pads I had bought. "These will keep your underwear and pants clean. Can you go and get some clean underwear and I'll show you."

Elizabeth stood up, but I almost felt the same feeling of hers in the moment she stood, almost like she wet herself and she sat down again.

"Don't try and keep it in…" I tried to comfort her. "It won't help anyway. Here…" She got up again and I took a pad. "You take off this cover- part, then stick it to the inside of your underwear. Get some clean ones. Do you want me to show you how to do this or can you figure yourself?"

"I…" Elizabeth's voice was still shaking but obviously she heard what I was saying. "I… I think I can figure."

"Good girl…" We both stood up. "…Now. You go and change out of your pyjamas and underwear. It's best with underwear that you're not afraid of getting stains on. That way you can use the same the next time this happens…"

"Next time? Nana… I don't get it. Why on earth would this happen again+ You just told me I'm not sick… What is this?"

"You go and change… you're not sick I just need some time so I can explain. Now, you go and I will go and talk to your dads about this. Maybe I'll have to teach them too about this and your sisters won't have to go through the same as you are going through today."

"Okay…" Elizabeth didn't seem sure about this. "I'll go…" She sent a look towards the white sheets that had been stained with blood before she had the time to get up. "They will never be clean again!"

"I'll take care of them, don't worry. Blood stains are hard to get off but I know just the trick."

Elizabeth finally went towards the bathroom, moving as if she wanted to keep it in still. It didn't seem she believed me much when I had told her she wasn't sick or going to die but she didn't say more while I went to the boys who I heard talking, but silent when I came into the kitchen and put my hands on my hips while I sternly looked back and forth towards them, what was there to explain?

"You must know what a period is? Really…." Blaine shrugged. "Well, believe it or not- you have three daughters. And Lizzie's at the age of getting her first period anyhow. You must have known that. So, she gets her period and believes she is dying rather than someone telling her…. Well, I know you don't exactly know how it feels but Rachel could have, or you could have called me before we actually were at this point." Kurt and Blaine seemed quite embarrassed as they looked towards each other.

"We just thought…" Blaine tried to stutter something. "…Not yet. She only turned eleven two weeks ago."

"And how long were you going to wait with telling her? Sixteen? Or like now, until she had it and believed she was dying?" Dalton suddenly came into the kitchen- and suddenly I got what Blaine had meant with that he had laughed the whole day. "And you, young man! There certainly isn't anything funny about this."

"I know nan." He just kept laughing. "Only… it's Lizzie!"

Before I could think of anything to say Dalton went outside again, and Blaine made a move that he was going to follow but I stopped him with a look only.

"I don't get you two! Dalton is not ever going to get a period, but he's heard about it. How does he know about it and not his sister?"

I could hear moving from inside the bathroom, then Elizabeth came again. Now wearing another pair of pants and holding the pants and underwear that had been stained.

"Here. I'll take those." I took the laundry to take them with me home but still glared towards her dads. "I'm not finished with you two. You have two more daughters if you haven't noticed…. Now…" I led Elizabeth back to her bedroom and sat down on the couch there while she sat next to me. "…do you know what it is having sex!"

"Duh!" Elizabeth turned bright red. "I've known that since I was like five! But what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with this… well, I'm going to try and keep this simple. Well… There are two good things, do you want those?" Elizabeth just looked towards me. "I know. It doesn't feel as if anything good can come out of this… Well, the thing is- if you have sex. And don't get pregnant. That blood would have gone to the growing baby, it needs to go the same way that a baby would if you gave birth. So having a period is usually a sign of you being healthy, and you being able to have your own baby. But please, you're eleven years old! Don't! At least not quite yet! But it takes about four weeks for your uterus to fill up like that. So you have a period each of those times. About once a month!" Lizzie was slowly nodding and no interrupting while I talked.

"So…" When I didn't say anything for a bit she took over. "Our bodies… our organs basically twist themselves inside out once a month." I had to think for a bit about how she'd expressed it.

"Pretty much… but it's okay… Now, this is just the first time. And you're going to get used to it… Have you understood what I've been trying to explain now?" Elizabeth thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I know that! Just know that if you have any more questions about it you can call me up or show up any time you like…"

"You said there were two good things. So if one of those is that I'm healthy, what is the other?"

"The other…" I took the chocolate bar I had brought. "…With all the hormones running through your body. That makes the perfect excuse to eat as much chocolate as you like." Elizabeth finally smiled and took it.

"I want at least ten of those…" I couldn't help but laugh. "…And the biggest burger and fries there is at McDonald's."

"Well, you're in luck my lady. I have the day off for the rest of the day… And I happen to need an excuse to eat at McDonald's too. Now…" I started to pull the sheets off her bed. Now, these at last. You can use a towel, or those plastic sheets that little kids use…"

"I'm not a little kid."

"I know. But getting blood stains on sheets are terribly hard to wash off and it might not even work and you end up throwing the whole things away. And, as you probably understand- to buy at least one set of new sheets every month ´would end up really expensive…. Even more so with the sheets that your daddy wants to have."

Elizabeth shrugged, but she was smiling and the distressed and fearsome look in her eyes was gone turning into that one look I couldn't help but love.

"Now… We need to think of some sort of revenge for all males in this house…" I said and a mischievous look turned up as the mean sister she was. "Can you think of anything?" She shrugged…. "Nothing…."

"Oh DALTON." She yelled for her brother. "I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN LAUGHING ALL DAY…" she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the house. "…And this isn't a laughing matter. It just means that I'm healthy… it means…"

"LALALALA LA-LA-LA." Dalton sang and put his hands over his ears. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALAAAA"

"And now…" Blaine came once again, still with a bit of shameful look on his face. "Papa, we're going to McDonald's and you're not coming… And then… I want all the chocolate in the world. And I have an excuse to eat it. Right Nana?" I nodded. "AAAAALLLL CHOCOLATE I CAN EAT."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU." Dalton kept on yelling. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU. NO I CANNOT HEAR YOU -LA"

This one is actually mostly talking… It will be up once I can think of a title.

Random fact

Years ago I wrote a fanfic for the dumping ground where Jody had her first period. Back then, I was writing a lot of fanfiction with Carole in them. My friend precious-passenger commented on it, along with this "And I kinda imagine Blaine and Kurt's future daughter going through the same thing, and then, Klaine is all flustered and then Carole comes in and explains it to her? Did you realize I'm making a prompt just the way you'd like it? :D hehe." So despite all the time that has passed and my writing's changed I decided to use this prompt and write this.

I hope you liked it.