A/N: It's slow and limited, but I was able to find free wifi! This is one of my favorite chapters so far, since you get to meet some of New Directions and the Warblers.
Disney and the HP park are great, and the best part is, it's so much warmer here than back in the Northeast.
Enjoy!

The next few weeks passed without any major problems. All the boys passed all their classes (Finn just scraping by in a few). Carol and I decided to celebrate by taking everyone out to dinner.

We went to Breadstix, since they had an all you can eat special, and between Finn and Blaine, that was the money saving option. That was something we didn't learn about Blaine until he started to get better. He could match Finn plate for plate in an eating competition. So even though Kurt complained about "a carb buffet for the uneducated pallet", we went to the $8.95 all-you-can-eat pasta special. Kurt got only one plate, Carol got two and I got three. I didn't really want it and I was full, but I didn't want to be shown up so badly by two of my boys. I shouldn't have bothered. I couldn't come close. Finn finally stopped at 5 plates, but Blaine became the reigning Breadstix champ by finishing his sixth plate. Eating was the one physical activity at which Blaine could beat Finn. I don't know where he put it; he was as skinny as Kurt.

Once we got home, everyone went their separate ways. Now that Blaine was healthy enough for physical activities, I made sure everyone was in their own beds at every night. Blaine wasn't really the problem. I think he was too grateful for us taking him in and afraid of getting kicked out. As it turns out, Kurt was the problem. He's the one I caught sneaking in or out of Blaine's room several times. When caught, Blaine was always scared straight (not literally, of course) and on his best behavior for a few days afterwards.

On my way around for "bed checks", as the boys started to call it (or "Nazi prison camp bed checks" as Kurt calls it), I found Blaine waiting up to talk to me.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, sir?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the kid.

"Of course, you can talk to me anytime you need to. But you really have to stop that sir nonsense."

"Ok, Burt. I wanted to thank you for all you've done for me. After only one month of living here, this is already more of a home to me than my father's house ever was. I also wanted to let you know I plan on paying you back for all you've given me. I know how much money I must be costing you."

"You don't need to worry about that Blaine. We aren't expecting anything. You aren't staying here as a guest. You live here now. You're one of our kids, and we'll take care of you."

"That means so much to me to hear that. But next year I'll be 18 and can collect my inheritance and I plan on paying you back. And taking care of Kurt for the rest of our lives. I know were young, but I know we'll end up together. I can just tell."

"That's a nice gesture, but hold on to your inheritance. You can use it to pay part of your college tuition."

At this point, he looked down at his hands turned pink.

"It's a lot more than my college tuition. And Kurt's and Finn's too. It's from my grandmother, who was the only person in my family who was ok with my being gay. That's why she wrote it into her will that I get it when I turn 18, regardless of what my father says. If I got it when she died, my dad wouldn't have let me have it."

That's nice he had at least one family member who cared about him. Too bad she's not around anymore. Colleges now a days can cost $40,000 a year. I know Blaine had a nice house, but how much could his family have had put away?

"That was very thoughtful of her. So how much is it, if you don't mind my asking? You kids aren't great with money. What you think will pay for college and support you is probably a lot less than it would actually take. You can probably get some scholarships to make up the difference."

He looked down at his hands again and turned even redder than before.

"It'saboutfourmilliondollars..."

He spoke very quickly, but I'm pretty sure I heard the word million in there.

"You're going to have to slow down if you expect me to understand you."

He sighed and looked right at me.

"I just looked through that folder you gave me. It says I get four million dollars when I turn 18 next year."

"Wow. That would certainly pay for college."

At that point we both started to laugh. Then I thought of something.

"Wait... I thought you were 16. When is your birthday?"

"June 26th."

"But you were already here then. Why didn't you tell us? We could have had a party. Or at least a cake."

"I didn't want to bother anyone. You had already done so much for me. You gave me a home and a family. I didn't want a party. I was still bed ridden anyway."

"You know what the big problem is though?"

He looked confused. Then he figured it out. I could almost see the idea hit him.

"Kurt is going to kill me. He loves party planning. When we first started going out he asked when my birthday was. I just said June. He must have forgotten with everything else going on. He's going to be pissed when he finds out I didn't tell him it was my birthday. Can you not mention it? He'll be mad if I don't tell him myself."

"I'll let it slide for now. I won't say anything to Kurt until he asks. But you'll have to tell him the truth eventually. I'd get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid. It'll just get worse the longer you wait."

"OK. I'll just tell him. I don't like having secrets between us. We share everything."

I figured that much out by now.

"Good night Blaine."

"Good night Burt."

The next morning I heard yelling coming from Kurt's room. I knew it couldn't be good because I could tell Kurt reached the point where the frequency of his voice went up every few words. I wondered who was suffering his wrath this morning. Then I heard the word birthday. I guess Blaine really couldn't keep anything from Kurt.

A few minutes later Kurt stomped down the stairs.

"Dad. Did you know we missed Blaine's birthday? He was living here and didn't even tell us it was his birthday. I need to plan a party for this weekend. Is it ok if I have some people over? I was thinking New Directions and some Warblers. And if it's ok, could it possibly be a sleep over?"

Man, he plans fast. I guess it wouldn't hurt. Both boys had been through so much this past year, I guess they could have a small party.

"I don't see why not. But I don't want any drinking. I'm checking Puckerman's bag when he gets here."

Kurt's face lit up with a smile and he ran out of the room yelling "Thanks Dad" over his shoulder. Saturday night I was rethinking my decision. Carol and I agreed (Well, Carol told me we agreed) that the boys were responsible enough to have the house to themselves for a while.

While we went out to dinner, they were having a belated birthday party for Blaine. We'd be back by the sleepover portion, for the ones that were staying. Before we left, a few of Blaine's friends from Dalton (they must have been since I didn't recognize them) came up to me and thanked me for taking him in. They introduced themselves as Wes and David. They seemed to know how bad it was at Blaine's house. Apparently, when he wasn't staying at our house on the weekends, he was with one of them most of the week. I think he avoided being home as much as he could.

We went out to dinner, telling the boys we'd be back in a few hours and the house better still be standing.

Before leaving, I pulled Mercedes aside. She's been having sleepovers at our house since her and Kurt were in 2nd grade. (They stopped for a while in high school when Mercedes smashed Kurt's windshield, but they resolved their differences.) I probably trusted her most out of all the kids visiting.

"Hey Mr. H. It's really cool of you to let Kurt throw Blaine this awesome birthday party. And thanks for letting some of us stay over."

"No problem Mercedes. You know you're always welcome here. But I have a big favor to ask. While I'm not here, can you keep an eye on Kurt and Blaine? You know, make sure they aren't out of the room at the same time... And missing for a while..."

"Oh, I got you Mr. H. No alone time while you're out. You can count on me!"

"And make sure they are in separate sleeping bags tonight?"

"I'll do my best, but once I'm asleep, you could run a lawn mower next to me and I won't wake up."

I did know that, but she was my best ally in that room

"I remember back in 2nd grade, Kurt running into the kitchen saying you died in your sleep because he couldn't wake you up. He couldn't stop crying until you woke up."

"I'll do my best. Enjoy dinner!"

"I will. Enjoy the party."

As we walked away from the house, I really hoped it would still be standing when we returned. Dinner was very nice, but we skipped dessert to avoid staying out longer than absolutely necessary. Besides, there was cake at home. And Kurt would be distracted enough to not notice how much I had.

We pulled up to the house to find it as we left it... Shockingly. I could hear singing from the front lawn, but at least that was better than drunk partying. Carol and I walked in and saw the house was still decent. Most of the kids were either in the living room or the basement. I noticed the TV from Finn's room was now next to the one in the living room, so 8 boys could crowd around and play video games all at once. Finn and puck were on a team with two warblers, and Artie and Mike were on the other team with two other warblers. That meant the girls were in the basement. Well, the girls and the gay boys that is. I walked down the basement stairs to hear the singing getting louder. I didn't realize I was interrupting a "diva off". It was Kurt and Rachel on one side, facing off against Blaine and Wes. There was a dry erase board with the scores. While the two boys won the "top 40" category, Kurt and Rachel had won ballads and duets. Judging by what I was hearing, they'd win Broadway as well. And judging by Blaine's face, he knew he lost. I waited till they were finished their song to speak.

"Sounds great kids, but I could hear you from the driveway. You need to lower the volume before the neighbors call the cops."

Rachel walked towards me and I knew this wasn't going to be good. It was never good when Rachel got in to lecture mode.

"Mr. Hummel! You can't ask us to silence our creativity. That is the worst thing you could do to a developing young adult. It could impair us for the rest of our lives as performers. My two dads never kept me from expressing myself and you can clearly see what a positive influence that has had on my career as a performer. Maybe if you allowed a creative outlet in your house I would have more competition for glee club solos."

I couldn't even respond to that. I've gotten to the point where I can't stand Rachel Berry. She and Finn are on again, off again, and I'm not really sure what they are right now. Carol isn't really a fan either, but she's better at keeping track of Finn's relationships. I'm guessing they are currently together, or she probably wouldn't be here. Kurt hasn't liked Rachel since she tried to steal Blaine away from him. Blaine doesn't like her because in his exact words "she tried to eat my face". I walked upstairs without responding to Rachel, yelling over my shoulder.

"Just keep the volume down!"

I went back upstairs to find Carol trying to clean up the kitchen. It looked like lions ate in there.

"Just leave it. We can make the boys clean it in the morning. It's their party; they can deal with the aftermath."

"I guess so; I just wanted to get ahead of it."

"Come on. Let's go watch a movie upstairs. Leave the kids to their party."

We went upstairs to watch some lifetime movie that was on. It was pretty terrible and we spent most of the time laughing about it. If we didn't have a house full of teenagers, we would have watched it as a drinking game, a shot every time some cries or says something cliché. We would have been completely drunk. When the movie was over, I went downstairs to check on the kids. Finn was still playing video games with the glee club boys, but most of the warblers had left.

"OK boys, have a good night. Don't make it too late."

They continued a very intense game without showing any sign of hearing me. Then there was a noise that got them to pay attention. It caught my attention too. It was a very high pitched shriek. It made me think of the shower scene in "Psycho" where the girl gets stabbed repeatedly.

"I better go check on the girls. That didn't sound good."

I walked downstairs to find all the girls (and Kurt and Blaine) sitting in a circle arguing.

"OK ladies, you can't be shrieking like that. You might break some of Carol's crystal glasses."

Everyone started giggling, except for Blaine, who turned red. Mercedes was the first to stop laughing and respond to me.

"Mr. H, it wasn't one of the girls who shrieked."

Santana spoke next from her spot next to Blaine.

"It was Blaine. I'm pretty sure Kurt's not the gayest person in the room anymore. Apparently Blaine is allergic to lady parts."

"You threw a tampon into my hair! Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?" Blaine yelled at her.

"It was in a wrapper, and it's not my fault your hair acts like a giant ball of Velcro."

I was having a hard time not laughing myself, but I did feel bad for Blaine. He wasn't used to Kurt's "Girl's Night" sleepovers.

"Alright. I'm going back upstairs. Let's keep all personal hygiene items to ourselves. And all lady parts should stay covered." Then I looked right at Kurt. "And any other parts that should be covered need to stay covered. And Blaine, please keep the shrieking to a minimum. Good night."

The next morning, I walked downstairs to find everyone still asleep. The boys were passed out all over the living room. Finn was sprawled across a chair with each of his limbs falling off a different side since he was so tall. Artie was out of his chair and on the couch, but mike was sleeping in the wheelchair. I didn't see Puck at first, but then I found him sleeping in the fireplace. That one is going to require an explanation when he wakes up. I headed downstairs to see what kind of destruction was down there. I found Santana and Brittany cuddled together on one end of the couch with the pregnant cheerleader on the other end (she's not pregnant any more, but I don't remember her name). Rachel was alone on the love seat in a pink sleeping bag covered in gold stars. Tina was in a sleeping bag behind the love seat. And in the middle of the floor it looked like Mercedes tried her hardest by making sure her sleeping bag was between Kurt's and Blaine's. Unfortunately, she was a deep sleeper, because Kurt and Blaine were now in one sleeping bag together, Kurt's laying abandoned on the other side of Mercedes. I walked over and quietly shook the two boys awake, making sure not to wake anyone else in the room. They both looked up at me, confusion on their faces.

"Care to explain?"

They looked at each other and realized that they were sharing one sleeping bag and I had caught them that way. Blaine tried to explain for once, since it was usually Kurt making excuses.

"We were cold?"

"You two need to get out of there right now and start respecting my rules."

At this point, a few girls started to wake up. Kurt noticed them staring and lowered his voice to respond to me

"Um... Ok... But I'm going to need a minute..."

"What do you mean you need a minute? You're already awake."

"Um... It's kind of personal..."

Then Santana shouted across the room.

"He means after spending the night pressed up against his smoking hot boy toy he doesn't want all of us seeing his morning wood."

Kurt blushed deeply and covered his face with his pillow. Luckily Blaine responded to her, because I was left speechless.

"Look who's talking. You weren't nearly as quiet as you think you were last night with your girlfriend!"

That one threw me for a loop. I thought Santana had sex with Finn. And Puck. Carol would certainly find this news interesting.

"That's it. I want everyone upstairs and presentable in ten minutes."

Breakfast was very awkward. Puck didn't remember getting into the fire place, but I would later find out he was the first to fall asleep and was moved there by the other boys. Kurt, Blaine, Santana and Brittany all sat quietly, clearly mad. Mercedes was quite happy and asking everyone what was wrong. She had slept through the whole ordeal downstairs, as well as the argument that ensued after I left. Apparently quite a few heated words were exchanged between Blaine and Santana.

Later on that day, after all the kids had gone home, and our boys were finishing up with the cleaning, I finally got a chance to compare notes with Carol. She was surprised to hear about Santana and Britney, but not surprised about how I found Kurt and Blaine. That's when I got the full story.

Apparently I'm not the only one who's caught them in each others rooms. Based on our calculations, and factoring a few times not getting caught, it looked like they were spending almost every night in the same bed. It was time I set things straight... Well... You know what I mean. Just before I could call the boys in, Carol stopped me.

"Burt, calm down and think about it for a minute. I've never caught them doing anything but sleeping. Have you?"

I don't respond to her, mainly because I know she's right. She's always right.

"After all they have been through this past year, maybe all the really need is someone next to them through the night. I think we should just let them continue. Don't mention it; just go about business as usual. Sometimes all you need is to know you aren't alone."

I guess she had a point. Neither of them had it easy.

"I guess you're right. I'll let it slide for now, but if the behavior escalates, or we start hearing inappropriate noises, do you agree to let me run in their with a baseball bat?"

She smiled, but finally agreed.

"Fine Burt, you can run in with a baseball bat. But who are you going to threaten with it? They're both your sons now."

Damn. Why does she always have to be right?