Well, a short chapter. I was due one...lol. I had to end where I did. You will understand why when you read it! This was a very interesting chapter to write! As always, thanks again to all the readers who keep coming back; without you, none of this would be possible. (I sound like I'm accepting an Emmy, don't I?) XD

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Blaine's hand trembled. It had been almost two weeks since his parents had barged in on him and Kurt, and he'd announced his love. Now he was going to meet Kurt's parents. He was terrified.

What if Mr and Mrs Hummel didn't like him? What if they hated the girls? What if the girls were bad and they never wanted to see any of them again and Kurt was forced to make due without his father for the rest of his life and it was all Blaine's fault?

Blaine stopped and took a deep breath. Thinking like this was not healthy. Of course Mr Hummel would be happy for Kurt. Just because Blaine's parents were homophobic didn't mean that everyone in the world was like that.

Right?

He looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. Tugging on his tie, he reminded himself why he was doing this.

For Kurt.

Kurt had been devastated when Blaine's father had accused him of molesting the children. And Blaine couldn't blame Kurt, not one bit. Because even thinking back on the scene, it made Blaine's blood boil. He had to firmly tamp down the rage, because if he didn't, he would explode with it, and that would be very bad. And messy.

Tugging on his tie again, which Kurt had tied a bit earlier, he tried to concentrate on how he looked. He looked pretty damn sharp, if he did say so himself. Almost like he had in high school. Dark, navy blue suit. Red striped tie. White dress shirt. All he needed was the red piping on the jacket and the Dalton crest sewn to the suit pocket.

Should he gel his hair back, the way he had in school? He toyed with the idea. Then moved to the bathroom to do it. If he was going to play the part, he might as well look it. He'd put on the dapper persona he had adapted in high school. Be all charming and witty and suave. Perhaps Mr Hummel would be more impressed if he did.

The doorbell rang, and Blaine's heart leapt into his chest. This was it. He made a few final touch ups to his hair and the collar of his shirt, and went out to face the music, as it were.

Kurt was welcoming in an older couple. The man was bald, but in pretty good shape from what Blaine could see under the suit jacket he wore. The woman was beautiful, her reddish brown hair long and pulled back from her face, in a cute clip. They were both hugging Kurt close, and the woman left a soft kiss on his lovers' cheek.

He wandered forward slowly, not wanting to intrude on the family reunion. He felt like the ever present third wheel. Kurt turned to look at him, and he just kept staring.

"What?" Blaine worried, his hands smoothing down the front of his jacket self-consciously.

"I've… I've just never seen your hair like that. It's…. different." Kurt wasn't sure he could control himself with Blaine's hair like that. Normally it was curly and soft, but with it slicked back it gave Blaine a whole different look, and he swallowed audibly. His fingers twitched to dig themselves through Blaine's hair, and mess up the perfectly coifed 'do.

Blinking softly, he returned his attention to his dad and step-mom.

"Dad, Carole, I want you to meet Blaine. Blaine, this is my dad, Burt, and my step-mom, Carole." Burt's handshake was firm, but his face was kind, smiling softly at Blaine, so his nerves became less strained. Carole leaned forward and hugged Blaine, her warm scent filling his nostrils with comfort, home and love. It was a sensation Blaine had never known before; his mother only ever hugged him lightly, with very little warmth. He was still trying to get used to the new feelings when she pulled back, and looked him right in the eye.

"Oh, Kurt, honey, he is handsome!" Blaine blushed from the tips of his toes to his ears, but grinned good-naturedly as he looked over at Kurt. Kurt's mouth had dropped at the compliment, and he grinned at his lover.

"I know, right?" Kurt sashayed forward and wrapped his arm around Blaines', leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder for a second.

At that moment, Katherine poked her head out of her room, and called to Penny:

"People's here!"

Kurt smiled at Blaine, and as one, all four adults looked at the two little girls, dressed in their very best, who dashed into the midst of them to gain all the attention.
Carole cooed over the girls, and bent down to try and get Penny to talk to her. Burt smiled fondly at them, he was a little more distant, understanding that kids sometimes played strange with new people. Kurt wandered over to the playpen in the living room, and brought Jessica over to meet the new grandparents. Placing her gently in Burt's arms, he stepped back to watch the emotions flit over Burt's face.

Burt's heart nearly stopped. Jessica's blue eyes reminded him of Kurt when he was a baby. Of course, she had longer hair, and it was a darker colour, but it was as though he had been transported back in time to when Kurt had been little. It made him happy and yet sad at the same time, remembering Kurt's mother. He had Carole now, and he loved her dearly, with all his heart, but Elizabeth had given him Kurt, and she would forever be a part of his soul.

Blinking back tears, he cuddled the small girl to his chest, smiling down at her as she studied his face intently. As soon as he smiled, she smiled, her grin erupting into laughter at this funny man holding her. She reached up to touch his head, never having known anyone who was bald, and she rubbed her little hands over the fuzziness she found there. She giggled again, and he rest of the adults began laughing too.

"Oh, Blaine," Carole murmured, standing up and leaning forward to tickle Jessica's little ribs. "Your girls are absolutely beautiful," And a small tear slipped down her cheek. Carole hadn't been this happy in a while. She was happy most of the time; being with Burt made her heart flutter and he was forever kind and gentle with her. But this was different; she was happy for Kurt, and that made it ten times more intense.

Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, cuddling him closer as he watched the new grandparents play with their grandchildren.

"No," He corrected gently. "Our girls are beautiful." He looked deep into Kurt's eyes and leaned forward, kissing him with soft, warm lips.

Burt and Carole exchanged a soft look, both now understanding one of the many reasons why Kurt loved Blaine; he was very good at making Kurt feel loved. If he hadn't been, he never would have wanted to share his girls. They really were beautiful.

"So," Kurt quipped, his eyes roaming over everyone in the front entryway. "Is anyone hungry?" The girls squealed, and Burt and Carole burst out laughing.

"I'm going to say that's a yes," Kurt's eyebrow quirked, and he grinned at the girls dancing around his legs.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Katherine bounced, and Penny nodded as she jumped around.

"McDonalds!" They laughed, and Kurt shook his head.

"No, no McDonalds this time, guys, sorry." They looked disappointed, and stopped bouncing. "We're going out to a real restaurant this time," He added. "So go grab yourselves one toy to play with in the car, and we'll be on our way!" The girls squeaked again, and pulled a willing Carole into their room in order to get her help in picking out a toy.

Burt turned to Blaine as Kurt headed back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

"So, Blaine, what do you do for a living?" He asked, his eyes wandering around the small apartment before returning to Blaine and awaiting his response.

"I'm a talent scout for a marketing firm," Blaine answered honestly. "I go out and find up and coming marketing geniuses and convince them to join our company. I've only been working there for a few months now, but they seem to trust my judgement, so I think my job is pretty secure," Blaine unconsciously voiced something that had been bothering him for a while. He really was worried he would lose his job, due to all of the trouble with Andrea.

Burt scrutinised Blaine's face; there was more going on there than what Blaine was offering, but Burt felt he didn't know the other man quite well enough to ask. He'd ask Kurt later, if he remembered.

As the girls emerged from the bedroom, and Kurt reappeared as well, he opened the front door and allowed the whole party to exit. Burt still held Jessica, and Carole had the hands of the two older girls. Freed of restraints, Kurt threaded his arm through Blaine's again, and leaned gently on his best friend and lover. Together, they followed Kurt's parents down the hallway to the elevator.

The restaurant was Chinese, in a buffet style. He girls were excited to see a fish tank there, with several brightly-coloured tropical fish swimming around. They dragged Carole over to the tank, and spent several minutes inspecting the fish, as Carole came up with names for each kind of fish. She was making them up, but the girls didn't know the difference.

"And that one, is a… salmon," She laughed, and both girls laughed along with her. "And that's a tuna, and a herring," And Kurt giggled at the sight of the girls laughing along with Carole's made up fish. Finally a waitress escorted them to their table.

Blaine pulled out a chair for Penny, and Kurt pulled out a chair for Katherine. Carole placed Jessica into her high chair, and then Burt pulled out her chair for her. She giggled a little, still not used to the action. She thought she never would be.

As the adults opened their menus, they discussed whether they wanted to get the buffet, or order right from the menus. They decided to order right from the menus after all, as Kurt wanted to make sure what they were eating was fresh.

They ordered for the girls and themselves, and then waited for their meals to come. During the waiting time, Carole played with the children, a very fun game of I Spy.

"I spy, with my little eyes, something that is…. Yellow!" Carole announced, and the two eldest started searching around for yellow things.

"Is it the lady's purse?" Katherine asked, pointing across to the other end of the restaurant where the lady with the yellow purse sat.

"Nope, try again," Carole grinned.

Penny pointed to the yellow flower on the tablecloth.

"No, Penny, it's not the yellow flower either," Carole laughed, loving the game they were playing.

"Is it the yellow spaghetti that man is eating?" Katherine stood on her chair and pointed to the table next to them.

"That's called chow mein, and no, that's not it either," Carole giggled, turning the little girl around and seating her back down on her chair properly.

Penny pointed to the little gold flower pin Kurt had attached to his jacket, and Carole clapped her hands softly.

"Yes! Well done, Penny!"

By that time, the food had been served, and conversation was placed on hold until they were finished. When they were done, Burt pushed his plate away, and rubbed his full belly.

"I haven't had food like that in a long time," He blushed, looking over at a disapproving Carole, and Kurt quirked his eyebrow at him. "Sorry Carole, but I haven't! You're always making the heart healthy stuff, and I love you for it!" He leaned over and gave his wife a soft kiss on the lips. "But sometimes I wish for Chinese food, or a huge steak, or French fries!" Carole grinned, and patted his chest softly. He blushed.

"I have to keep you healthy, Burt. I love you, and I'm bound and determined to keep you around for a little while yet," She kissed him back, and the two younger men watched the older couple with silly grins on their faces. "Like the next twenty to thirty years, or so," She finished, and pulled back, her cheeks red and her breath coming in soft pants. Burt looked into her eyes, and reached over, hugging her close.

As they pulled away from each other, they noticed little Jessica, sound asleep in her high chair, covered head to toe in chow mein and leaning on a plate full of vegetables. Burt snickered, while Carole threw him a quick smile, and lifted he baby from her resting place. They managed to get her cleaned up without waking her and as a family, they walked to the two cars, which were parked side-by-side.

Saying good night, they went their separate ways. Burt and Carole were in New York for a few days; Burt had needed a vacation, and Carole could only get the time off if she traded shifts with someone else. They were spending the night in a hotel, since neither Kurt nor Blaine had room in their apartments.

XOXOXOXOX

When they got home, and managed to put the girls to bed, Blaine flopped down on the couch, the love of his life in the bedroom changing. Kurt emerged from the bedroom to find Blaine sprawled out on the couch, his head tipped back lazily, and went over to sit between his legs. Blaine opened one eye, and stared lovingly at his partner.

"I was thinking," Blaine murmured softly, as he moved to wrap his arms around Kurt and pull him close. "There really isn't much reason for you to have a completely separate apartment, except for he fact that there really isn't a whole lot of room here." Kurt snuggled close, burying his head in Blaine's chest as he instinctively sought out the warmth and love he knew he'd find if he did.

"True, He murmured back. "So what are you suggesting?" He raised his head from Blaine's chest, looking the other man deep in his hazel eyes.

"I think we should move in together. But not here; we'll have to find a bigger apartment. The girls should each have their own rooms, and I want a room that I can share with you. Maybe one with a door that locks," His mumbled voice began to fade, as he began peppering Kurt's temple, forehead and cheeks with kisses. Kurt tilted his head up, his eyes taking in every detail of Blaine's face, from his eyelashes to the angle of his eyebrows, to the last remaining vestige of the gel in his hair. One lone curl swept down over Blaine's forehead, and Kurt absently grabbed it and twirled it around his fingers. He released it slowly, as his lips found Blaine's. He linked his hands behind Blaine's head, as Blaine's arms slipped down, wrapping themselves around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer. As things began heating up, and they rubbed against each other, they heard a soft wail coming from Jessica's room. Kurt sighed softly, and raised himself from Blaine's grasp.

"Jessie's teething," Kurt stated, his breath panting gently from the lack of completion. "I'll take care of it and be back in just a few minutes," Kurt left Blaine lying there, and grabbed the Baby Anbesol from the top of the refrigerator before going into the baby's bedroom. He applied the numbing agent, picked up the little girl, and began singing softly to her. It was more humming than singing, his voice lilting in melodic chords, and he soon had he baby back to sleep. Hopefully she would be able to sleep all the way through this time.

He replaced the Anbesol on top of the fridge, and made his way back to the living room. Blaine hadn't moved, but he was no longer in the mood for fooling around. In fact, he was passed out cold, his soft snores filling the living room with their sound.

Kurt smiled lovingly, as he watched Blaine sleep. He wandered over, pulling on Blaine's limbs gently until the older man was on his side, sleeping with his back toward the back of the couch, and there was room for Kurt to cuddle up next to him. As Kurt lay down beside the man he loved, he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, covering both of them to keep them warm through the night. He settled against Blaine, and unconsciously, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle.

Kurt smiled again, his heart beating softly as his stomach fluttered. There was nothing in the world he loved more than being in Blaine's arms, and he closed his eyes to sleep.

Blaine was having a dream, Kurt could tell. As he lay there listening to Blaine's soft gasps, and his heavy breathing, Kurt was pretty sure what Blaine was thinking about. The hard length poking Kurt in the back, gave him all the confirmation he needed.

As Blaine lay there, enjoying the dream, his breath hitched, and Kurt wondered if Blaine were the type to talk in his sleep. As he attempted to roll over, Blaine sighed, and he spoke, a single word that made Kurt's blood run cold, and he froze completely.

"Andrea,"