A/N: Sorry about the updates being further apart. Life's been a little busy. I'll try to update at least once a week, if not more. I'm currently rewriting the next chapter since I can't find my jump drive that it was saved to. That's not really the main problem. I also have to retype all my lesson plans that were on it. Based on what usually happens to me, I will find it as soon as I finish redoing everything that was saved to it. Eh, what can you do?

This isn't one of my favorite chapters, but I do love how the boys can't seem to act their age for more than a few hours at a time.

Enjoy :)

Once school started again, the level of anxiety within the house rose exponentially. But it wasn't due to having to return to school. The boys seemed to be catching a break now that the Cheerios were winning some competitions. I'm not sure if it was due to Coach Sylvester or the other Cheerios, but Kurt and Blaine were both having a much easier time in school. What was causing the increased stress and anxiety was the wait for college acceptance letters.

Kurt and Blaine had made sure they both applied colleges near each other. Carol and I told them they didn't have to, but should go to whichever one they thought was the best for them individually. They both agreed the best place for them was with the other, so we stopped arguing. At least they were aiming high and only applying to the top schools. NYU, NYADA and Carnegie Mellon were at the top of their lists. Kurt was pretty much set on majoring in Musical Theater with a minor in Fashion Design. We all expected Blaine to major in music as well. It came as a bit of a shock when he told us his plan. He was going to become a lawyer, specializing in child abuse and gay rights. He wanted to be able to help kids that were going through what he experienced. He did apply to some performing arts schools as a back up, but with his grades, we knew he'd get into his first choice.

Finn was waiting to hear back from Ohio State. He didn't apply to any other colleges, but did send in an application for a technical school for auto mechanics. He decided if he couldn't make it big in music or football, he would learn to work with cars, since Kurt certainly wouldn't be taking over my shop anytime soon.

Once the other kids at school started to get their acceptance letters in the mail, my boys all became nervous that they hadn't heard anything yet. Everyday when they got home from school there was a race to the mailbox, pushing each other out of the way trying to be the first to check what came. One day I got home from the shop to find the three boys seated around the kitchen table with Carol. Each of them had an ice pack held up to their face while Carol lectured them on proper behavior.

"What they hell happened to you three?" I asked as I walked in to the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down with them at the table. Finn had an ice pack on each of his knees. When he took them away and put them on the table, I saw he had two very scratched up knees. Kurt and Blaine had matching bloody noses, and Kurt's hair was disheveled. Blaine's was too, but that wasn't as unusual. I finally got the whole story. The boys had gotten home from school to see the mailman at our mailbox. As soon as he left, there was a race there, with a lot of pushing and shoving. Kurt and Blaine each got an elbow to the face, which led to Finn being tripped as he tried to run past them down the driveway. Blaine was the faster runner, but Kurt was more than willing to pull his wild hair to get to the mailbox first. Carol pulled up to the house just as all of this was going on and managed to grab the stack of mail while the boys were fighting on the lawn.

She was still holding the mail ransom until they all apologized to one another. Kurt and Blaine had of course made up, but Finn was still on the outs with both of them. They refused to apologize for tripping him until he apologized for elbowing both of them in the face. While Kurt was cleaning the dried blood off his face with one of his moist towelettes, I grabbed the stack of mail and flipped through it.

"There are some envelopes here with each of your names on them. You aren't going to get to see them, or even who they are from, until everyone apologizes." That had the effect I was hoping for. Kurt immediately started talking.

"Finn, I'm sorry I tripped you and I forgive you for using your freakishly tall height to try and break my nose. Now please can I have my letter?"

Carol grabbed the mail back from me and responded.

"Nope. Everyone has to apologize, and then everyone will get their mail."

Blaine went next, even though he was a little difficult to understand around the ice pack and his nose that hadn't stopped bleeding yet.

"Finn, I'm sorry you're so tall and tried to break my nose, and that you are so uncoordinated you trip over everything."

"Well I'm sorry you're so short that your nose is the same height as my elbow." Finn retorted.

Carol was near her breaking point now.

"Nope, that's not going to cut it. I expect real apologies right now."

"Sorry" Finn said gruffly, followed by Blaine's reply.

"Sorry"

"Sorry is a word, and apology is a sentence. Let's try that again." Carol ordered.

"Finn, I'm sorry I tripped you."

"I'm sorry I elbowed you and Kurt in the face."

I guess that was the best we were going to get for now.

"Alright, that's close enough. Here are your letters." Carol then distributed the mail. Finn had one letter from a technical school. It looked like he would get into the auto program, but he was still waiting on hearing back from Ohio State. He didn't get a football scholarship, but he still had a chance to get on the team. Kurt got a letter from NYADA and Blaine had a letter from NYU. Neither had opened them yet.

"Well, aren't you going to open them?" I asked. I couldn't believe they were just sitting there staring at them. They've been racing to the mailbox every day, causing each other bodily harm, and now that they finally have them, they just sit and stare.

"Dad, this could be the biggest moment of our lives. It determines our futures. We can't just rip open the letters like they are yesterday's junk mail! Besides, they are small envelopes. If Gilmore Girls taught me anything, it's that colleges send a big envelope when you get in, and a little one means they think you suck. " Kurt argued.

"Getting a little envelope means you're going to have to marry rich!" Blaine said as he nudged Kurt in the shoulder while batting his eyelashes.

"If you don't open that letter in the next 30 seconds, I will." The anticipation was killing me just as much as it was them.

Blaine was the first to move. He grabbed his letter and opened it. He started reading it with a shocked expression on his face. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. Kurt was reading over his shoulder, and finally shouted.

"You did it! You got in!" Then the two boys were kissing, the letter forgotten on the table. We were all excited that Blaine got in, but were still waiting on Kurt's letter. I tried calling Kurt's name, but he was too distracted with Blaine. Finally I just reached over and opened Kurt's letter from NYADA. I got as far as the second line when I saw the word "Congratulations" and stopped reading. I dropped the letter and pulled Carol into a hug.

"We did it! All three got into schools!"

I dropped Carol, and hugged Kurt, and Blaine, since the two were still attached, and then pulled Finn into the hug too.

"I'm so proud of all three of you!"

"Wait? I got in?" Kurt shouted, a bit muffled since he was in the middle of the group hug.

"Of course, here's your letter, see for yourself." I handed Kurt the letter once our impromptu group hug separated.

Once everyone had calmed down a little and sent out a mass text message to everyone they had ever met, we decided to go out to dinner to celebrate. Finn was still waiting on hearing back from his first choice, but he still got an acceptance letter and deserved a little celebration. We went to Breadstix, since Lima had a limited selection of places to eat. There were a lot of fast food places, and quite a few expensive sit down places, but Breadstix was the nicest place that wouldn't cost a fortune. They also had something for everyone. After we ordered and our drinks came, Blaine excused himself to go to the bathroom. A few minutes of conversation later and Kurt excused himself as well. Our food arrived and the boys were still missing, so I decided to go find them. I heard someone mention to the manager that they should go check the bathroom; they thought two guys were in there doing something inappropriate. I got there just in time. I walked into the bathroom to see two sets of feet next to each other in the handicapped stall.

"You better both get out of that stall right this instance or someone is getting castrated!" I shouted. The door unlocked and the boys came out a little disheveled looking.

"Blaine, go back to the table right now. We'll be there in a minute."

Kurt and I walked back to the table calmly, taking the long way around, so it looked like we came from the front door instead of the bathroom. Blaine was sitting next to Carol looking extremely red while Carol was having difficulty keeping from laughing. I slid in next to Blaine, leaving the only open seat next to Finn. That way we looked a little less suspicious.

"Blaine, if you can't make your face a few shades paler, the manager is going to know it was you two in there and kick us out!" I whispered. In his defense, he was clearly trying his best. Kurt, who normally blushed like a girl was actually pretty calm looking. We saw the manager walking around the restaurant looking for tables with two guys at them. He stopped when he got to our table, glancing at the three boys, but must have decided it wasn't them if they were here with their parents.

"Good Evening, how are you enjoying your meals?"

Carol quickly responded before any of the boys could be asked directly.

"They are just marvelous. Thanks for your concern. We are here celebrating. All three of my boys got accepted into college. Isn't that just great?"

The manager looked around at the three boys, none of whom looked remotely like brothers or like they were even related, but I guess he couldn't really argue with a customer.

"Well, that's just wonderful. Congratulations to all of you." He said, trying to sound enthusiastic. With that he moved on to the next section of the restaurant looking for a table with two boys at it. We really dodged a bullet on that one.

"You boys are so lucky you didn't get caught. You would have been kicked out. And that's best case scenario. What if someone like Karofsky found you? You two really need to think before you act." When Carol was finished, both boys looked at their plates, ashamed.

"Sorry Carol, you're right, we weren't thinking."

"We won't do anything like that again where we could get caught."

Once both boys looked like they finally got the message, I decided it was time to get back to the matter at hand.

"Let's not forget why we're here! You two both got accept at your first choice! And Finn got into his school too. And he'll probably be getting into others in the next few weeks."

After everyone was a little more cheerful, we went back to enjoying our meal and laughing over stories from everyone's day.