The Anderson's have been going strong for 17 years now. Everett was a ten year old baseball star. Payton a twelve year old dancer. Once Everett entered school Kurt was able to go back to work, getting an amazing job with Haus of Gaga, his fashion degree getting a lot of use. Blaine was still working with the record company, having a lot more say on who gets signed and what new songs get approved. He's even getting into producing more.
Their life was falling into place. Now that the kids are older and they both have jobs its easy to manage things and balance out time with each other. The past five years have been pretty easy compared to the two years before that. Blaine was coaching his son's team. Kurt was somewhat of a dance dad. As busy as they sound, the two always managed to make time for one another. They weren't going to go back to that bad place.
"Everett run! Come on buddy!" Blaine yelled from third base, watching as his son booked it to first, making sure he sent the kid at his base home. He pumped his fist into the air, clapping for his team. He was a proud dad and coach. Championships were in the bag for sure.
Kurt ran to the dugout after the game was over, hugging his husband tightly, kissing his cheek. "Congrats coach Anderson!" He yelled excitedly, moving away so Payton could hug her daddy.
Blaine chuckled and leaned over to peck his husband's lips. "Thank you assistant coach Anderson." He said playfully, hugging his daughter as Kurt went to see their son.
"I am so proud of you!" Everett smiled widely as his dad hugged him, kissing the top of his head. He's been in baseball since he was five years old, its gratifying for it to pay off and have a giant trophy in his possession. He was going to play for the Yankees one day. He knew it.
The family took a seat at the table, a giant pizza box in the middle of the table. "So before we all eat." Blaine started, everyone stopping their plate filling. "I want to congratulate Everett on the amazing work he did at the game today!" He announced proudly, ruffling his son's curly hair with a wide smile. Payton and Kurt cheered happily, everyone lifting their glasses in a toast.
"Wait, wait, wait." Everett cleared his throat and stood, placing an arm around his dad's shoulders. "I am not the only one who did a great job today. I think coach here needs a little bit of credit too!" They all laughed and did one more toast, finally digging in for pizza. They were a close knit family. Everyone loved each other and there were rarely ever problems, of course as the kids get older things don't always get easier.
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Blaine pulled him closer, snuggling his face in his husband's neck. A soft sigh escaped Kurt's lips as kisses were being scattered across his skin, a wide smile breaking out. "Good morning to you too." He mumbled, rubbing Blaine's back soothingly, kissing his cheek. The two chuckled tiredly, sharing soft kisses and cuddling closely before their alarm went off. Enjoying their morning alone.
"Are you taking Pay to dance?" Blaine murmured, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's, not wanting to leave the bed.
Kurt nodded, running his fingers through his husband's hair. "I am. You're in charge of Everett and dinner tonight. You have it pretty easy Mr. Anderson." He teased, pecking his lips before shutting the alarm off and getting up to endure the day.
Blaine sat up with a huff, watching Kurt step into the closet, out of his sight. "It isn't so easy. I have a lot of tracks to cut and work with today. I also have some sort of meeting with the big man. I'm kind of nervous."
"You'll be fine babe. I know it." Kurt assured, peeking his head out with a smile. "You've been doing great things for the company and released some awesome songs from great bands. I can promise you that good things will come out of this meeting." Blaine smirked, getting up and making his way to his husband. "What?" Kurt asked, wondering why he was getting looked at the way he was.
Blaine gave a shrug, biting his lip. "You're perfect." Kurt snorted, playfully smacking Blaine's chest, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"And you're cheesy."
"Hey, how about today you drop Payton off at dance, Everett can go hang out with his cousin, and you can come in and meet me for a late lunch. My meeting ends at 3." Blaine suggested, a dreamy smile on his face. He loved spending time with Kurt every change he got. It made him happy. Made him feel like he's paying him back for how shitty he used to be.
Kurt smirked and gave a flirty shrug of his shoulders. "I don't know yet. I have to check my schedule and get back to you." He said with a wink, pecking his husbands lips and pushing him out of the closet.
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"Morning daddy!" Payton said cheerfully as Blaine kissed the top of her head.
Kurt smiled as he set breakfast on the table, watching as Everett shuffled out of the hallway looking just like his daddy. Grumpy and disheveled. They were not morning people. Like father, like son. "Morning Ever."
The boy looked up before taking a seat at the table, grumbling something that resembled a greeting. Blaine chuckled, shaking his head. "Excited for dance today princess?" He wondered, knowing that his son wasn't going to communicate yet. It was too early.
"I am. Still nervous though. The auditions for the recital are tomorrow and I've been working really hard. I really want this solo." She explained, seeming a little on edge about it. She was a perfectionist about things, especially dancing. She was most definitely Kurt's daughter.
Blaine gave her an encouraging smile. "You'll do great sweetheart. You're a wonderful dancer." He assured, kissing her cheek. "We believe in you."
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"Mr. Anderson, your husband is here to see you." Blaine smiled widely, his finger holding down the speaker key.
"Send him in Julie. Thank you." He answered, setting his laptop aside and organizing the mess that was scattered across his desk.
Kurt peek his head into Blaine's office, a smile gracing his gorgeous face. "Good afternoon my handsome man." He giggled, and entered with a bag of take out for their lunch. Since Kurt couldn't get on break today they would have a late lunch and make something for the kids later on.
Blaine kissed him soundly, taking the bag from his hand. "Afternoon beautiful. I didn't think you were going to come." Kurt took a seat, moving things around as lunch was unloaded. "Payton's at dance?"
"She is. Everett is with his cousin Dylan. Finn is helping them prepare with football season, which is just around the corner. Goody." Kurt smirked, not liking the idea of Everett getting into football. It was such a rough sport. He would hate his son getting hurt so much.
"He'll be fine babe. The kid is a trooper." Blaine assured with a gentle smile, patting his husband's hand.
Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand, his thumb running across his knuckles. "We've done good, you know?"
Blaine nodded, biting his lip. "We've done great." He gave Kurt's hand a squeeze, taking a bite of his food.
Lunch went by like usual after that with normal chatter about the kids and upcoming events. The only thing different about today's lunch was the fact that they were interrupted by a phone call.
"Hello?" Kurt asked nonchalantly. Blaine watched him with an eyebrow raised in question, wondering who would be calling him at this hour. "Is she okay?" Fear filled his eyes in a second, his mouth hanging open slightly, waiting. "We'll be there right away, leaving now, let her know, bye."
Blaine watched as Kurt bolted up, grabbing his keys and wallet off the desk. "Kurt, what's going on?" He felt extremely left out of this situation and he didn't like it.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I kind of zoned and forgot you were here for a second. Payton was in dance and she hurt her ankle and can't walk and they are going to the hospital right now." Kurt rattled off, getting worked up. He was scared for her, dancing was her life, she's probably devastated about this.
Without another word they left the office and headed out to the hospital, Blaine secretly fuming and Kurt panicking over how Payton is doing.
"Hi Kurt, Blaine!" Payton's dance teacher Jessica came over with a sad smile, giving the couple a hug. She's been practicing with their daughter since they enrolled her. She helped Payton become the amazing dancer she is today. "She broke her ankle pretty bad and has to stay off it for a few months. She's getting a cast right now and they'll give her crutches to use for the time being. I don't know what happened. She was working on a new move one moment and the next she collapsed on the ground crying. I feel horrible that she can't be in the show. She's been looking forward to it for so long."
Blaine sighed, rubbing his forehead. He felt like he jinxed this whole thing for her. Telling her she'll do great in auditions. He felt horrible.
Kurt shrugged and hugged Jessica once more, giving a sad smile. "Things happen for a reason. Hopefully she doesn't take this too horribly and can get back to dancing once she's better." He said softly, Jessica nodding in agreement.
"I will talk to you later, check up on Payton during the week. Go on in and see her." The teacher waved goodbye to the couple before they turned to enter the office, nervous to face the wrath of an upset preteen girl.
Payton looked up as the door opened, her cheeks streaked with tears, sporting a purple cast that was up to the middle of her calf. She was not a happy camper.
"Hi sweetheart. You alright?" Blaine asked gently, rubbing her arm as she rested her head on her daddy's shoulder.
She shook her head, not wanting to talk right now. She is like him in this way. Blaine will bottle things up until his breaking point. Hers will come soon, he can practically see it bubbling inside of her.
Kurt hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so sorry this happened Payton. You'll be back and dancing before you know it, I promise." He said softly, almost secretly, like Blaine wasn't there.
That's what annoys him. Whenever something about dance is happening its like he doesn't matter. Like Kurt and Payton are a little clique and he's an outcast. In other words. Kurt is a dance dad. If Payton needs something for dance its done the second she asks, no hesitation. If the dance moms need help with an event, Kurt will do it in a second. Its so irritating because whenever dance is involved, Blaine isn't and he wants to be involved in his kids lives as much as possible. He still feels like he owes them from when they were little.
"I don't want to talk about it right now dad. Can we just go home?" She asked quietly, grabbing her crutches and standing up, Kurt helping her every step of the way as Blaine trailed behind.
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At home it was the same as in the hospital. Kurt was catering to Payton, even when she clearly didn't want it. "Do you need another pillow honey?" He asked, leaving a cup of water next to her as she watched TV on the couch.
Blaine noticed her eye roll, making him hold back a chuckle. She glanced over her at daddy and smirked. "No thank you, I'm comfortable enough." Kurt smiled and walked back to the kitchen to grab his vibrating phone.
"Hey Rachel, what's up?" He asked happily, leaning against the counter. "Oh my gosh I forgot he was over there!" Blaine whipped his head around and met eyes with Kurt who just placed his hand over his phone. "Babe, can you go pick up Everett at Finn and Rachel's? I forgot I agreed to pick him up if they took him today." He explained, almost pleading for Blaine to do it for God knows what reason.
"Kurt why don't you just get him? You're the one that promised." Blaine pointed out, knowing exactly why he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave Payton's side.
He pursed his lips, not expecting that answer. "Please, Blaine."
"Why? If you do you get to see Rachel for a little bit, you should go get him. I can stay here with Payton, I'm sure she'll be just as fine under my care as she is yours." He was pushing it, he knew it.
"Ugh Blaine just go get Everett, he's your son!" Kurt said loudly, annoyed that Blaine kept pushing him, knowing that wasn't going to get blocked from Rachel's hearing, making him instantly regret it. That was stupid.
Blaine cleared his throat and stood, going toward the front door to grab his keys from the bowl.
Payton looked between her parents as they stared at one another. Her dad looked scared and sorry while her daddy looked upset and angry. She's never seen them like that before.
"He's your son too, you know." Blaine muttered darkly, shutting the door behind him as he left to go pick up his son.
Kurt bit his lip and let out the breath he was holding. "Um.. Blaine's on his way to get Everett. I'll talk to you later Rach, bye." He ended the call quickly and just stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, feeling guilty for what he said. It was like discarding Everett as his son. He felt so guilty.
By the time Blaine was back at the house Payton retreated to her room for bed and Kurt was waiting in their bedroom, mentally prepared for the fight that was going to happen.
The door open making Kurt avert his eyes, watching his husband walk in and slip off his shoes. "Hey." He said quietly, hearing the door click shut, waiting for the bomb to drop. He was nervous.
"Hi." Blaine mumbled, stripping down into boxers, getting ready for bed.
After a minute of silence Kurt couldn't take it anymore. It was eating at him. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean it the way it came out I... I um.. I.. I guess I did mean it that way. Nothing can justify that." He admitted, not looking at Blaine. Feeling sorry. Really sorry.
"You're right. Nothing can." Blaine said harshly, standing on his side of the bed and watching as Kurt avoided looking at him. "Listen, today I was really annoyed. Whenever something happens with Payton or her dancing, you kind of favor her. You calling Everett my son earlier really pissed me off, not only because you didn't count him as your son, but because you were choosing between our kids and not even calling them ours." At this point Blaine was more hurt than angry. He was shocked something like this would happen. "Yeah Payton may be your daughter and Everett may be my son... But Kurt, they're our kids. No matter which one of us they came from we need to love them equally and we can't favor them, it isn't fair. To them, or us."
Kurt nodded, finally looking up at his husbands, tears threatening to pour over his eyes. "I am so sorry Blaine." He wasn't even going to bother to argue it because he honestly knows that he does it sometimes. Kurt's old enough to admit he's wrong. He wouldn't have done that a few years ago. This would have ended with one of them on the couch for the night and both of them in tears. He's glad it came to this. Talking was much better than the yelling that used to go down between them.
Blaine sighed, crawling onto the bed and behind Kurt, hugging him tightly. "Its okay. Mistakes in parenting. One of the many we will make as they get older." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, squeezing him gently. "We talked. Its over. Lets move on. Go to bed. Tomorrow is a new day, a new start."
I am so, so, so terribly sorry for how late this update it. It was never meant to be this late and I never wanted it to be this late and I am so sorry it is this late! After I got back from my trip I've barely been on the computer and I've been busy with school and a whole bunch of other things! I feel so bad! I feel even worse because this is probably such a crappy update. After this there is two more chapters. Ten shall be the last, which will be an epilogue. I'm still debating the age range I'll do for the next chapters.
I have another idea for a new story. It will be Alternate Universe where Kurt and Blaine never met in high school. Kurt gets set up by Rachel to go on a blind date with the help of one of her friends that she met in a theater class, Sebastian, who sets Blaine up to go on the blind date as well. Of course Kurt and Blaine hit it off, and learn new things about one another, but Blaine is scared of commitment because of his job. He's a firefighter who's constantly on call and as much as he likes Kurt he would hate for him to be hurt if something happened to Blaine, because he knows how it feels to lose someone you love on the job. Of course Kurt won't let him go and they grow and learn along the way. It will be M. It will be in the works when this story is over so if anyone wants to help out with ideas just let me know! I also need help with a title so if someone would love to supply some ideas that would be utterly amazing!
I honestly hope you all enjoy this chapter, I tried my hardest to make it okay. Again I am so sorry it was this late! Please don't give up on me! Haha! Thank you all for reading and being such lovely people. I never thought this story would be as popular as its become. Its crazy that there is over 10,000 readers and 22 reviews. Its insane and makes me so happy! Thank you! :)