"Guys, I'm fine. I really am." Kurt told his family. "You can stop fussing over me." Blaine had just gotten his husband situated on the couch. During a wild family dance party, Kurt had jumped off the couch, landed wrong on his right ankle and had promptly broken it. After a trip to the nearest emergent care center, an x-ray and a big bulky cast placement, the family was finally home.

"Kurt, can you just let us take care of you for once?" Blaine asked.

"It barely hurts." Kurt told them. "Plus, I have things I need to get done. It's a school night. Lunches have to be packed. Lucy needs to get a bath. Andrew needs help with his english homework…" he continued to ramble off stuff. It would have been a little easier to handle, but Penny was off at college and couldn't lend a hand.

"I can make lunches." Charlie offered.

"Yeah and I can help Andrew with english." Caleb added.

"I suppose I can give this one a bath." Blaine replied as he picked Lucy up by her belly and flipped her upside down. She giggled and kicked her feet.

"Daddy! Put me down!" she screech through giggles.

"That takes care of tonight, but who is going to drive the kids to school tomorrow? Blaine, you have an meeting at the theater tomorrow."

"I can do it!" Charlie immediately exclaimed. Instantly, Kurt and Blaine watched their other three children groan in protest. "What? I have my license. I can do it."

"Papa, if you value any of our lives, you will not let her drive us." Andrew pleaded. Kurt looked over at Blaine. They were kind of out of options. Caleb didn't yet have his license. He wasn't in a hurry to flee the nest, like his sister was. He took a little longer to practice and hadn't taken his official drivers test yet.

"We kind of don't have any other option." Kurt told his children. "Charlie, my car key is on the counter in the kitchen."

"Yes! Thanks Papa!" Charlie said before racing off into the kitchen. She came back a few seconds later with the key in her hand a huge smile on her face. "Charlotte Rose, I want you to look at me." Charlie looked at her father. "You are carrying the most precious cargo in both mine and your father's life. Do not do anything to damage it."

"And by that, he means don't scratch his car." Blaine replied sarcastically.

"Blaine! I meant the children." Kurt retorted.

"And now I take my leave. I shall also take this one." he added before picking Lucy up and then running her towards the bathroom.

"Well, we should go do that english homework." Caleb said as he put a hand on his brother's back.

"Why? We're gonna die before we even get to the school tomorrow." Andrew said.

"Just in case there's a miracle." Caleb laughed.

"This is ridiculous! I'm a good driver!" Charlie exclaimed. "I'm the one who actually passed my test."

"And I'm sure the crying that you did when you hit a cone parallel parking didn't have anything to do with that." Caleb retorted.

"Shut up! It was a stressful time!" Charlie yelled at her brother before storming off to her room. Then, Kurt was left on his own. Surprisingly, it was almost peaceful. It was quiet and he had total control over the tv remote. He didn't have to make lunches or run bath water. He turned on the tv and found an episode of Project Runway. Maybe this broken ankle wouldn't be that bad...

The next morning, Blaine helped Kurt hobble back into the living room and got him set up with the tv remote, his sketchbooks, a drink and his laptop. "If you need anything, feel free to call me."

"Blaine, I have a broken ankle. I'm not crippled." Kurt replied. "It's not like I've never been on crutches before."

"I know. I just want to make sure you're okay." Blaine replied.

"And that is why I love you so much." Kurt replied as he motioned for his husband to come over. He grabbed Blaine's bowtie and pulled him close enough to press a quick peck to his lips. "Now get going! Jerry at the theater isn't going to wait all day." he added with a quick slap to Blaine's butt.

"Geez, those painkillers are making you a little frisky." Blaine replied. Kurt gave him a wink and Blaine laughed before he left. Soon enough all four of the remaining Anderson-Hummel children filtered into the kitchen to eat breakfast before school. Caleb came in first and grabbed a pack of poptarts.

"Glad to see your picking something healthy for breakfast Caleb." Kurt said from the living room.

"Oh, you know me Papa. Always the health nut." he replied as he took another bite of his smores poptarts. Lucy came in next. She had her favorite stuffed lamb in her arms.

"Here Papa, you can have lamby for the day. She can keep you company." Lucy told him as she extended the white stuffed lamb to her father.

"Oh honey, that's so thoughtful." Kurt said as he pulled his daughter in for a kiss. "Now go in the kitchen and Caleb will help you get some cereal before school." The little girl nodded and skipped into the kitchen, her blonde ponytails swaying as she walked. Charlie came in next. She looked excited, no doubt it was about driving to school today. Last but not least was Andrew who walked down the hallway with a football helmet on his head. Kurt had to stifle a laugh when he saw him.

"Andrew bud, what are you wearing?"

"Trying not to get a brain injury when Charlie undoubtedly crashes the car today." he replied. "The helmet should help reduce the impact and prevent me from getting any internal bleeding in my brain." Kurt laughed. Andrew was such a smart 10 year old and recently he was very into medicine. He was telling anyone and everyone that one day he was going to be a doctor. Charlie however did not consider her brother as charming as Kurt did.

"You're such a booger! Take it off."

"No! I'm just trying not to die." Andrew retorted.

"You are not wearing it in the car when I'm driving."

"Guess I'm not going to school then." the boy replied.

"Not an option." Kurt said jumping in. "Honey, our car is pretty safe so I think you'll be okay without the helmet."

"You can never be too careful Papa." Andrew replied. Charlie gave her father an exasperated look and threw her hands out in frustration.

"Let it go." Kurt to his daughter. Charlie rolled her eyes and then grabbed the lunches that she had made the night before and put them on the counter.

"Okay, we're leaving in 10 minutes." Charlie told the rest of her siblings. They all looked at her with blank expressions on their faces. They were clearly so excited about their ride to school. When 10 minutes was up, each kid walked over to Kurt to say goodbye.

"Bye Papa." Caleb and Charlie both said as they grabbed their backpacks.

"Bye Papa, I love you. I hope your ankle feels better." Lucy replied sweetly. "Bye lamby!" she added giving her stuffed animal a kiss as well. Andrew was last. He walked over and gave Kurt a full on hug.

"Bye Papa, If is the last time we see each other, I want you to know, you were a great father." he said.

"No one is dying. Get going before your sister leaves your butt behind." Andrew sent his father a smile and then went out to the car.

"Please, don't let anything happen to them...or to the car." Kurt said to no one before he started working on some things for Vogue. When the kids got home later that afternoon, Kurt was sprawled out on the couch taking a nap. He heard whispers as all four kids came home, but kept his eyes clothed.

"No one better say anything. Got it?" Charlie hissed in a hushed tone.

"Do you honestly think Dad and Papa won't notice?" Caleb replied.

"I'm going to tell them." Charlie told her brother. "It was an accident."

"It wouldn't have been if you knew how to parallel park better…"

"Like you can do better!" Kurt decided that was the moment that he would let his children know he could hear everything they were saying.

"Who would like to tell me what happened?" he said, startling all four children.

"I'm not a part of this." Andrew said. "Come on Luc." The little girl followed her older brother down the hallway to their rooms.

"And then there were two. Spill. How bad is the damage?"

"So…" Charlie began. "When we got to school, there weren't any spots in the parking lot. So I had to find street parking and parallel park…"

"And…" Kurt replied.

"When I went to pull in, I may have tapped the back bumper a little bit and there may be a dent."

"Is is a big dent?" Kurt replied with a groan.

"It's a medium sized dent." Charlie confessed.

"That's not all." Caleb said quietly to which his sister sent him a death glare.

"What else?"

"Okay, well this part was not really my fault." Charlie began. "Some asshole-"

"Language." Kurt reprimanded.

"Some annoying person parked so close to me - both in the front and the back so when I tried to pull out, I had to wiggle out of the spot and I pulled forward a little too fast and dented the front too."

"Give me the car key." Kurt said immediately. Charlie walked up hesitantly and placed the key in her father's hand.

"Are you gonna yell?"

"I'm trying to be calm. I suggest you go and think about what you're going to tell your father when he gets home. I'd also think about ways to make up the money to pair for the damage to be repaired. It was a mistake, but you need to take responsibility for your actions." Caleb sent his sister a smirk.

"Fair enough."

"Oh and Caleb, don't laugh just yet. Until your sister can prove that she can parallel park without denting the car, you get to drive her where she has to go. Once you pass your test of course. I happen to know that you are a great parallel parker so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Papa! That's not fair."

"Life's not fair kid." Kurt shot back. Both teenagers went off to their bedrooms and Kurt let out a sigh. If he hadn't broken his stupid ankle, their car wouldn't be dented in both the front and the back. He knew for sure that he wouldn't be handing the car key to either one of his teenagers anytime soon, even if that meant that he had to learn to drive with his left foot until his right was healed.