Meet The Anderson's
Hey guys thanks a lot for the reviews/favourites/follows after the last chapter. Uni work has been completely and utterly kicking my butt and keeping me away from any sort of life other than uni work hence the late update...again (sorry!). Just a few more months and I'll officially be graduated though (truly terrifying) but anyway I'm glad that you enjoyed the last one and hopefully you'll like this one too. Also this is slowly being transferred onto my tumblr (up to about chapter 3 so far and the link is in my bio) and will eventually be updated on there at the same time it is on here, if anyone finds it easier to read fics on there. As always, let me know what you think!
The Bonds We Break
Cooper sighed heavily as he glanced up to look at each of his brothers individually. He personally hated seeing them in this situation, it reminded him of everything that his parents stood for, the formalness of the location making everything which had happened over the previous few weeks feel even more real. Staring resolutely at the horrible framed picture at the end of the boardroom table, the oldest Anderson took a deep breath, knowing in his heart that he was about to set in motion actions which should have happened years ago if the brothers' had had the safety net in place that they had now.
Clearing his throat, he smiled softly when Jude jumped, a dark purple bruise still filling his cheek, Blaine's hand automatically reaching across to grab his older brother's in comfort. "I know that not all of you, in fact only Elijah, Burt and Carole know what I'm about to say," Cooper nodded gently to the couple sat at the other end of the table, feeling each of his brother's curious eyes burning into him. "Jesus this is weird and hard…" The eldest brother trailed of with a sigh, one hand running through his messy hair.
"That's what she said," Pippin quipped, a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.
Noah snorted, sparkling eyes finally glancing up from his fingers tapping on the boardroom table. "Really, you really went there?"
Austin's lips instantly drew upwards in an almost identical smirk to his twin's, "That's what she said."
The brothers' each looked at each other, daring one of the other's to crack first. Reed was the first to give in as shoulders trembling laughter flowed from him, his forehead hitting the table, the other brothers' following suit moments later. Cooper grinned, shaking his head as the tension that had flooded the large boardroom of the Columbus offices in which they were sat instantly dissipated.
"Alright, alright," He called, laughing himself, whilst he attempted to bring his younger brothers' back in line once more. "There actually is a genuine reason that I made you all fly out here for today, that being that we needed to do this in Ohio." The blue eyed man took a deep breath as a hush fell once more around the room, Bentley clinging to Carole in a way that made Cooper raise an eyebrow as she brushed through his messy curls with a motherly hand. "I did something that I should have done a long time ago and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realise what we as a family needed and to actually do it. I talked to Clinton."
Stunned silence turned into immediate uproar, as each of the brothers' demanded their own answers, Cooper attempting to listen to each and every concern as it spilled from their lips. Elijah, Burt and Carole's heads whipped around as each of the brother's yelled out questions and confusions, Bentley still holding tightly on to Carole.
"Everybody quiet!" Burt roared, silence instantly falling in the room, seven pairs of sheepish eyes landing on the older man, "How about you all listen to Cooper and see exactly what he has to say before you all jump on him, huh?" They all nodded guiltily, turning their attention back to the other end of the table.
Cooper smiled gently, rolling his eyes, "Thanks Burt. You lot are all morons," He muttered, pointing to each of his brothers' as slow, easy smiles filled their faces.
"Says the one who raised us," Reed smirked, yelping when Elijah's hand hit him over the back of his head from his right hand side.
"Shut it and listen brat attack," The older brother hissed, throwing a look at Reed who was tenderly rubbing the back of his head.
"You're the brat attack," Reed muttered petulantly, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
"Nice Reed, real mature," Lucas grinned, rolling his eyes when Reed simply stuck his tongue out at him.
"Can we all shut up please? I really want to know what Clinton said."
"Thank you Blaine," Cooper chuckled as Blaine narrowly avoided Pippin's paper aeroplane, throwing a dirty look at the innocently whistling older set of twins. "Anyway, he said that our parents have no right to ever even try to take the trust funds from us because they've legally been ours since birth. No money actually comes from our parents, or theoretically even passes through them; it's all Grandfathers' fortune that's in our trust funds. Although those of you who aren't eighteen or twenty-one yet do have to reach the correct age for each instalment as that's what the trust fund contract stipulates. Also the grounds for cars still stand. Hit twenty-one and get another million for one, as it was Grandfather's wishes, however, that money does still go back to our parents."
"I don't understand how that works still then, how does the money go back to them if it's never really theirs in the first place?" Bentley queried, face scrunched up in confusion as he finally leaned away from Carole.
"I can answer that question for you young Master Anderson." An older gentleman with grey speckled hair and kind hazel eyes stepped into the room, smiling at each of the brother's and heading up to Cooper's end of the table, shaking his hand when he reached him.
Bentley flopped back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest and a matching pout to Reed's covering his lips. "I hate being called that."
The older man chuckled softly, "Sorry Master Anderson, it is required by your Father that anyone from the company address his sons as such."
"It's stupid."
Laughing softly, the tall man let his eyes scan over Burt and Carole, "Sorry, I should introduce myself, Clinton Barrett, lawyer for the Anderson estate."
"Burt Hummel and my wife Carole," Burt smiled warily, shaking the Clinton's hand when it was offered. "If I can ask the first question, why exactly does your company handle to Anderson estate when I'm fairly certain that they have a fairly prestigious law firm of their own?"
"Aah," Clinton smiled, a soft twinkle in his eye, "Walter Anderson, the boys' Grandfather was my mentor when I first became a lawyer and I spent many happy years at his firm before opening one of my own." The man smiled gently, "It's not that Walt didn't trust his son, per say, it's just that he didn't like him very much. The boy took on a lot of Walter's wife's views of the world, and it was an arranged marriage, therefore, he wanted someone else to manage his estate and will, in order to make sure his grandchildren and great-grandchildren saw their fair share of the family money."
Burt nodded thoughtfully, "Makes sense then I guess, makes sure that his future generations are taken care of regardless of the generation before them screwing up."
"Exactly," Clinton said softly, eyeing Burt carefully. "You're Congressman Hummel aren't you?"
"The one and only."
Clinton nodded considerately, much in the way that Burt had moments earlier. "Good, I voted for you, stick to your platforms and you'll go far." At Burt's raised eyebrow, the man blushed slightly, many of the Anderson brothers' either gaping in shock or snickering softy behind their hands. "Sorry, I'm from Sidney and my youngest daughter had just come out at the time so it was rather a big issue in my home when you decided to run."
Blaine's head whipped round to look at Clinton, "Wait Christy's gay?"
"Yes, and living with her partner Michelle in Illinois," Clinton smiled softly.
"Huh, I always wondered when you stopped siding with Father and appearing at all the dinners he threw what had happened," Blaine said contemplatively, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he looked to the older man.
Clasping the young boy on the shoulder, the lawyer shook his head gently, "Never feel that I had the same views as your Father Master Anderson, they've always been far too extreme for my taste."
"Good to know," Blaine laughed.
"Right down to business then…"
Hours later found the two youngest Anderson's and Cooper sat with a pile of paperwork each whilst the other brothers' looked on. Blaine instantly reached for the pen in front of him, not even questioning as he signed the papers and immediately handed them straight back to Clinton with a slightly sad shrug.
Bentley sighed softly, "I guess that they really didn't want us then, huh?" Flicking through the pages, he couldn't help the tears that sprang up in his eyes as he recognised the signatories of his parents, officially giving up custody of their seventeen year olds.
"I'm really sorry kid, truly I am," Clinton murmured sadly, clasping Bentley's shoulder once before retreating to a more professional position next to Cooper.
Cooper watched his youngest brother carefully over the top of his glasses; hands paused in the documents he was flicking through one last time. "You don't have to do this if you don't want Bentley, we can try and find some other way around this."
The curly haired boy laughed bitterly, reaching and grabbing the pen that Blaine had abandoned after signing his own papers. "What's the point? They were never exactly parent material and they don't want me or any of us, so why should I want them?" Signing the papers with a flick of his hands, the young boy took in a shuddering breath as Carole gently ran a hand up and down his back.
She sighed softly, pulling him into her arms and beckoning Blaine closer until she could wrap an arm around his waist when he stood next to her. "You boys' aren't sad for what you're giving up, you're sad for what you should have had all along. Not a single one of you deserved the hand you were dealt with your parents and it's time to move forward with your lives and the family who do love you all and will always be by your side."
The twins blinked in wonderment, each leaning in to hug Carole tighter, "Thank you Carole."
"Alright, how about we get this show on the road then," Burt clasped his hands together, wrapping an arm around Reed's shoulders and leading him from the room, Cooper handing over the last of his documents and following his family out of the offices.
Pulling into the long, winding driveway of the Anderson estate, Blaine instantly started to bounce in his seat, Austin throwing him a questionable look from the seat beside him as the Anderson mansion came fully into view. More importantly to Blaine though, the familiar black Navigator parked in the driveway, its owner leaning on the hood, oblivious to how much like a supermodel he currently looked.
"Damn boy," Pippin let loose a low whistle, leaning around Austin, "Hey Blaine, can I have your boy?"
Throwing his brother a dirty look, Blaine flung the door open as soon as the car pulled to a stop, sprinting the rest of the way up the drive, "Kurt!"
Looking up at his boyfriend's squeal, Kurt only just managed to pocket his phone before finding himself with an armful of Blaine Anderson. Laughing, the blue eyed teenager lifted Blaine from the floor, twirling him in circles as he giggled and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck.
Rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's antics, Kurt lovingly ran one hand through slightly gelled curls, pressing a kiss the Blaine's temple. "Honey, are you going to let go anytime soon?"
"Nope," Blaine sighed happily, burrowing his face further into Kurt's neck, almost purring at the vibrations that shook Kurt's chest as the older laughed contentedly.
Cooper shook his head, muttering under his breath and moving to unlock the front door, each of the other brothers' greeting Kurt with grins and pats on the shoulder before sprinting up the steps to start gathering the belongings they each kept in their childhood home. Austin and Pippin beamed cheekily at each other before diving on the young lovers and sandwiching them in a hug, much to Kurt's amusement and Blaine's dismay. Squeezing them extra tight to the point that Kurt managed to thump Pippin on the head to be released for air, the twins each kissed the tops of the teenagers' heads before taking off into the house, pushing and shoving each other as they went.
"They're actually certifiable," Kurt murmured, wrapping his arms snugly around Blaine's waist again.
"Alright you two, come on, there's plenty to get done and we have to be out of here by five at the absolute latest," Burt said softly, squeezing Kurt's shoulder gently when the older teen grinned at him.
"Why five?" Noah questioned curiously, already carrying a box of random clutter out to place in his silver Porsche 918 Spyder.
"It's what the contract from your parents stipulates, you must have left their property by that time or leave everything behind, yada, yada, yada." Burt shook his head, climbing the stairs to go find the older twins, knowing full well that they were more likely to be involved in a pillow fight rather than actually packing.
"Evil bastards," Noah muttered slamming the door to his car and leaning against it, grinning when he heard Blaine's snort of laughter. "So can I offer you any assistance to clear out your room Blainey? That's literally the only box of my crap that I had here."
Blaine shook his head, still clinging tightly to Kurt but turning his face to look at his older brother. "We're good thanks. Kurt's like master organiser and packer so chances are even though I have the most stuff here, I'll possibly be done first. Benny could probably use a hand though, we both know what his packing skills are like."
Noah visibly shuddered at the memories of Bentley packing for the likes of 'family holidays'. Or more specifically, Bentley attempting to pack and then one of his other brothers' repacking for him and pulling out the mountains of crap he deemed he needed to take, including the ski boots he'd once attempted to take on a Caribbean cruise. "Yeah, I don't think even atrocious covers it really. Carole's helping him though so I'm going to go see what state Reed's in."
Kurt smirked slightly, "If he's stressing too much just find Sebastian's number and give him a ring, that'll calm him down."
Hearing his brother snort once more before he buried his face back into Kurt's neck Noah tilted his head in confusion, shaking it before leaving the two lovers alone once more.
Eventually reaching their intended destination of Blaine's room, the two boy's came to a halt to find everyone else stood between Blaine and Benny's rooms, the latters looking as though a bomb had gone off in it while Blaine's door was still closed. Various boxes already lined the hallways, each of the brother's names covering them as they waited to be put in cars and shipped out to the appropriate state.
"Hey look who finally turned up!" Austin crowed, snickering as he sat on top of his and Pippin's boxes, currently the largest pile, "The rest of us are done, apart from Benny who's having a mini meltdown." Angling his head to the room, Kurt and Blaine poked their heads in the door just to see Bentley pacing and muttering to himself grabbing numerous bits and pieces as he went, Carole sat on the floor with an entertained expression on her face. "I wonder what you two were up to all alone outside," Austin continued, waggling his eyebrows and flicking his lip ring as he did so.
Lucas rolled his eyes at the dark haired young man, hitting him round the head and trying to ignore the darkening blush that covered both Kurt and Blaine's faces. "I know you said you didn't need any help B, but we all effectively moved out years ago and god knows we need to keep Austin and Pippin at least busy for the next few hours, so we are at yours and Benny's service." Grinning, Lucas pulled Bentley into the hallway when he tried to walk past the door again. "Benny, cool it, we're all here to help and it'll be fine, just make sure that you have all of your crap from around the rest of the house and we'll start in your room."
"Are you guys ready for this?" Elijah questioned softly, eyes flickering over the youngest members of the family.
The twins glanced to each other, Blaine's free hand reaching out to squeeze his brother's, the older twin shooting him a reassuring smile. "More than ready," They sounded together, eyes fixed determinedly and small smiles playing on their faces.
"Don't do that!" The older brothers' chorused together, making Kurt jump and Burt laugh a little.
Blaine rolled his eyes with a small smirk. "Correct me if I'm wrong but they just did it right?" Blaine drawled, his smirk growing.
Bentley shook his head with a heavy sigh, "Hypocritical bastards."
"Okay then," Cooper stepped in, pushing Austin into Blaine's room and Pippin into Bentley's. "Let's get started on this minefield of crap."
"You know you're all really harsh about mine and Blaine's fantastic belongings, I have to say."
Ignoring Bentley, Cooper powered straight through, eyeing each of the rooms closely, Bentley's looking like a tornado had recently torn through and flung items everywhere, from books to Xbox games to clothes. Blaine's room however was neat and organised, almost everything in its rightful place. Grinning at how the twins were either two peas in a pod or as different as night and day, the older man laughed softly at the thought of them sharing a room for the first time since he had put them in separate rooms when they were five and couldn't help but want to wish Carole and Burt luck. "Right, you guys have bunk beds so leave the beds, other than that it's a free for all on what you want to take, but realistically, you don't particularly need any furniture."
"Awesome," Bentley beamed, hi-fiving Blaine. "Just so we're clear, I get the top bunk."
"No way, that's not fair!" Blaine scowled, folding his arms across his chest.
Bentley glared back, "I'm the oldest!"
Scoffing Blaine shook his head, "By twenty seven minutes! That's nothing."
"And so it begins," Cooper sighed, running a hand down his face and getting ready to intervene.
"Twenty seven and a half minutes older," Bentley pouted, folding his own arms across his chest.
"Yeah because a whole thirty seconds really counts for so much," Blaine sassed back, rolling his eyes.
Kurt sniggered, finally seeing what everyone meant when they told him that he was clearly rubbing off on Blaine. Noticing Cooper opening his mouth to say something, Kurt quickly butted in first, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. "Mon petit trésor, you want the bottom one," He grinned when Blaine sent him a pout, pecking his cheek gently, "It's a double bed." He added releasing a grinning Blaine as Bentley's mouth fell open and the majority of the older brothers' started to laugh.
"No way!" Bentley squealed, a horrified look crossing his face, "When Kurt's home the two of you can so have his room!"
"Actually when Kurt's home they can each still have their own rooms," Burt smirked, walking into Bentley's room to pass Carole the school books he'd found downstairs with the slightly older twin's name on them.
"Dad!" Kurt yelped.
Simultaneously, Blaine shrieked, "Burt!" The blushes that had left their faces now returning in full force, the rest of the brother's continuing to howl with laughter.
"How are they doing?" Carole inquired, raising her eyebrows and sipping from her coffee mug when a harried looking Cooper entered the kitchen she and Burt were currently occupying after giving up trying to help the teenagers pack.
Cooper chuckled softly and shrugged, "Well they're not killing each other yet so that's something at least, but since they've decided to gang up on me about the adverts once more I figured I'd come down here." Sliding down the wall that led to the utility room, the oldest brother's eyes fixed to the floorboards, scrutinising the wooden boards closely.
"You ever regret those ads?" Burt questioned, standing to fill another coffee mug to hand to the man.
Glancing up, the brunette flicked his hair out of his face to reveal sparkling cobalt eyes, "Nah, they were fun to film and they pay most of mine and Austin's bills still so I'm really not going to complain. I'm still just waiting for a big break with a bit of luck."
Burt hesitated for a moment, "It'll come eventually."
Cooper barked out a laugh shaking his head. "Possibly. I'm well aware that I'm not as good as Blaine or Kurt, hell even Pippin probably has me beat, but I love it and I'm trying to make it work for me. It just helps that I have them beat in having a cocky as hell, happy-go-lucky nature most of the time."
"That's all that matters really then, there's no point to living a life you're unhappy with," Carole smiled, reaching across and taking Burt's hand.
The congressman smiled, squeezing her hand gently, tilting his head as he watched Cooper go back to examining the floor. "You know we don't bite right kid? There's plenty of space at this table."
Cooper laughed, "I know, believe me, you've done enough for my family to know that. I wish that you'd let me give you something given that you're letting my two little brothers' live with you until graduation."
Burt shook his head adamantly, shooting Cooper a stern look. "I've told you before Cooper I don't want any of your money. All I want to know is that you boys' are all happy, healthy and safe. I'll make sure they're safe, I promise."
"Thank you."
"Nothing to thank us for kid," Burt sipped his coffee, gently eyeing up Cooper once more, "So are you going to join us at this table or not?"
"Not. I'm trying to find Squirt's hidey hole." At both Burt and Carole's amused glances Cooper shrugged, grinning as he finally reached for a floorboard. "Ever since he was a toddler he's been using one of the loose floorboards to hide random bits and pieces, mostly things which scare him or he just wants to keep safe. He may be seventeen, but I know Blaine, and I'm pretty certain that it'll still be full."
Still holding the floorboard up, Cooper reached into the tight space, pulling out a photograph, a dried out yellow boutonniere and a Dalton academy crest clearly cut from one of Blaine's blazers from before he'd thrown them all away just after the 'slushie incident.' Carefully, he ran his fingers through the worn petals of the yellow flower, wincing at the blood splattered on them. Picking out the photograph, he laughed softly at the polaroid, both Blaine and Adam looking carefree and happy in the selfie Adam was obviously taking while Blaine held up bunny ears behind his head, both with their eyes crossed and tongues sticking out. Cooper gently ran a finger over Blaine's happy features knowing that both young teenagers would have been through hell and back within a few hours from the photograph having been taken.
Carole smoothly eased herself to the floor beside Cooper, taking the photograph in hand and studying it carefully. "We've come full circle you and me, hmm?" Carole smiled, tenderly nudging Cooper's shoulder with her own.
Cooper laughed slightly bitterly, "Yeah, I guess we have. I never thanked you for that night you know and I really should have."
Carole shrugged smiling sadly, "I was just doing my job honey; you're lucky that none of you boys felt the wrath of my tiredness pulling a triple."
"Nope you were perfect." Cooper whispered, turning his head to look at the woman sat beside him, memories of the night that still haunted his dreams flashing through his mind.
Chuckling softly, Carole gently wrapped an arm around Cooper's shoulders, letting him lean his head on her shoulder. "Ha, I don't know about that but you boys'… had you told me that a year and a half later my own stepson would be dating one of you then a year and a half after that I would consider you all my own, I would've called you crazy."
Eyeing Carole carefully, Cooper smiled faintly, "You were and you really didn't put it together earlier?"
"Not until I saw you all together at New Years. You still have the same family dynamic that you had in that hospital room."
Cooper shrugged, scrunching up his face slightly. "I'm going to assume that that was a compliment of sorts and say thank you Carole."
"It was definitely a compliment Cooper honey. I work with so many different families in the most heart breaking situations on a daily basis and it's incredibly rare that I get to work with a group as tight knit as you and your brothers' are." Tenderly, she brushed his hair out of his eyes and placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, Cooper's gaze falling back to the photograph he was still holding once more.
"Wait a minute, so you knew all the boys' before Kurt met Blaine?" Burt questioned, eyes wide with confusion as the duo on the floor turned to look back at him.
Cooper's smiled waned slightly as he kept his gaze fully focused on the photograph, one finger gently running across Blaine's innocent features. "Carole met us on the worst night of our lives, the night we almost lost Blaine. I'll never forget that night, none of it, for as long as I live. The time between getting the phone call from Adam and reaching Blaine just seemed to be eternal and he was just so freaking small in that bed. Naturally our parents never once made it back." The oldest Anderson ended on an entirely bitter note, one hand almost crushing the dried yellow flower it was still holding.
Burt's face had paled considerably, a silent fury spreading across it, his hands clenching into fists, "The Sadie Hawkins dance," He uttered, Carole and Cooper's solemn nods enough to let him know how right he was.
"Technically I was Blaine's nurse the night he was brought in yes, but like I said I didn't put two and two together until I saw all of them at once." Carole visibly shuddered as her mind conjured a picture of the small boy beaten black and blue with wild frizzy curls that she had treated her final night of a triple shift. If she had gone home the next day and hugged Finn extra tightly when he returned home from school then thankfully her then fifteen year old had said nothing about it and just held her back. "Blaine was unconscious the whole time I was on his case so it's no wonder that he didn't twig, but god the poor kid was so hurt after that."
Cooper barked out a bitter laugh. "No kidding, his whole left hand was pretty much reconstructed." Burt and Carole both winced heavily. "They shattered it, fifteen breaks in that hand alone. His hand is full of bolts and wire now. It took so long for him to get full usage back, to be fair he's lucky that he even did. That's not even mentioning the three broken ribs, two cracked ribs, god knows what damage they did to his right leg and the numerous cuts and bruises that they covered him in."
"Please tell me they were punished for that?" Burt murmured quietly, Cooper scoffing loudly, scrunching up the flower in his hold once more.
"Of course not. Our parents decided that it was too much advertisement that they had a gay son," Cooper shook his head in disgust. "Adam's parents pulled him straight out and put him in a boarding school in New York where he would be safe, ours however gave Blaine the option of either prosecuting and staying at Westerville Central or going to Dalton where he could be safe."
"Who the hell gives a child a decision like that?" Burt growled, anger emanating from his figure.
"The ones who were embarrassed to have a gay son," A small voice piped up from the doorway, every eye in the room turning to look at Blaine who in turn was staring at the photograph in Cooper's hand, Kurt stood beside him looking sick at the extent of Blaine's injuries from that night being detailed. Almost on instinct Blaine flexed his left hand, striding across the room to take the picture from his older brother, Kurt moving to Burt's side, leaning gently against his Dad as the man's arm wrapped tightly around him.
Cooper sighed, pulling Blaine into his hold as he stood up, "It's okay Squirt, you've never seen them since and you'll never see them again." Holding Blaine tightly to his chest, Cooper leant his head on the top of his baby brother's, eyes closing at the thought of holding Blaine this close over the years, his new baby smell morphing gradually to the raspberry that now rose from his head due to the gel products he used. "Needless to say he, and we because he asked for all of our opinions, opted for Dalton. It was too big of a risk for even one of us to say we would pay for the prosecution or Dalton, or both, realistically due to our parent's connections. There was no telling what would have happened if we'd done that so the little shits got of scot free basically."
"That is utterly ridiculous," Burt muttered, holding Kurt tighter.
"I couldn't agree more with you there," Cooper sounded, subconsciously pulling Blaine closer as he had just watched the older man do with his own son.
Noticing his boyfriend staring into his old room, the ex-warbler tilted his head slightly, smiling sadly. Looking to Bentley, his smile grew at the concern showing on his brother's face. "Go ahead Bentley, I'll speak to Kurt and then we'll join you guys on the road."
"Sure, see you in a few hours," Bentley smiled, hugging his brother tightly before bouncing down the stairs.
"You okay mio bello?" Blaine whispered, wrapping arms around Kurt's waist and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's just…" Kurt murmured, leaning back against Blaine and gesturing around Blaine's old room.
"A lot of memories." Blaine tenderly kissed Kurt's shoulder. A whirlwind of memories floated around his head of he and Kurt in the room that had been his since his fifth birthday. The two of them slow dancing to John Mayer the first time they'd heard his cover of 'free falling', singing along to musicals of all varieties, trash talking each other playing 'Mario Kart' and just in general messing around and loving each other, being exactly who they wanted to be within the four walls of this room.
"Yeah, after all, this is where you told me why they invented masturbation," Kurt snorted, Blaine blushing scarlet as the older boy turned in his arms, sliding his own around Blaine's neck and brushing their noses together.
Blaine groaned, letting his head fall forward and a small smile cross his face, "You're never going to let me live that down are you?"
"Our first time though B…" Kurt crumpled slightly, eyes flicking back to look at Blaine's old bed even as he rested his forehead against his boyfriend's.
"I know, Kurt, I know," He whispered softly, closing the door and leading Kurt from the house and into a new chapter in their lives and families.
Carole sighed as she tripped over one of the many bodies littering her living room, watching as Burt managed to cautiously make it to the other side of the minefield of teenagers and young men. "Alright, are you boys' finished moving everything in?" Noting all of the nods as they each continued to focus on 'The Simpsons' episode they were all watching, the mother rolled her eyes, shaking her head as a loving smile appeared on her face. "How about putting everything away?" The woman grinned at the sudden pause, each of the boys' glancing around the room for confirmation before nodding in unison once more. "Okay then, Kurt, Blaine, Reed, Noah and Lucas come and help me in the kitchen. The rest of you go and help Burt find tables and seats for the fifteen of us please."
A mass groan echoed through the room, Bentley rolling off of the couch onto Sam who had been lying alongside it.
"Mom do we have to?" Finn whined, attempting to pull off a puppy dog look.
"You seriously need to take lessons on how to do that properly from Blaine and Benny," Cooper murmured, wincing at the painful looking formation settling on Finn's face and pulling Elijah to his feet.
"Can we help in the kitchen?" Austin and Pippin beamed innocently, their hair each sticking up wildly in a million different directions from the play fight they'd had over who could get the best spot on the floor.
"NO!" Each Anderson brother yelled simultaneously, Cooper and Jude pulling them off even as they pouted, Carole ushering her group of boys' towards the car to help her get the rest of the shopping bags out.
"I've never cooked for fifteen before so this could be interesting," Carole muttered, pouring over the recipe book with Kurt and Reed. The other three sat up on the counter, watching closely with slightly bored expressions. "Take out would be much easier," She mused, chuckling at the horrified looks from Kurt and Reed contrasting with the eager ones from Noah, Lucas and Blaine.
Kurt shook his head vehemently. "No, no way. I know that you guys' had take out last night so no." Noah shot a glare at a sheepish looking Blaine, slapping him around the back of the head making the younger brother scowl back at him and lean into Lucas' side. Kurt sighed softly, flicking through a few more pages of the book. "How about you and Noah tackle a salad Carole and I'm sure Reed and I can whip up a mass pasta dish or something?"
Grinning, the second youngest Anderson present stepped back from the fridge he had been rooting through. "Kurt, how do you feel about learning my chicken and prawn chilli tomato tagliatelle?"
"That sounds amazing."
"Trust us, it is," Noah drooled, Lucas and Blaine agreeing with dreamy looks on their faces.
"It sounds like a plan then boys'," Carole beamed, clapping her hands together, "And that leaves Blaine and Lucas to come up with dessert."
Noah and Reed groaned as Lucas and Blaine hi-fived, gleeful expressions and laughter flowing from them as they hopped down from the counter, instantly rooting through the cupboard that held Kurt's emergency baking supplies.
"Do I even want to know?" Kurt queried, arching an eyebrow.
"Just be prepared for microwavable chocolate cake, it's all they know how to make basically," Noah laughed, dancing past Kurt with armfuls of lettuce.
"Not actually as bad as it sounds," Reed smiled softly, shaking his head while Lucas and Blaine began to squabble over who got to crack the eggs.
"I actually have no idea how we're going to do this," Burt muttered, scratching his head as he glanced to the makeshift table in his dining room. They had just about managed to fit one of the summer picnic tables and the coffee tables alongside the large family tables, shoving beanbags out where there had been no room for a proper seat.
"I so call a beanbag!" Pippin screeched, throwing himself into one from the living room, Austin, Finn and Reed hot on his heels.
Cooper blinked slowly, shaking his head at them from where he stood beside Burt, Sam joining the older duo, confusion etched on his face as he tilted his head to study the four who were behaving more like children than the grown ups they supposedly were. "Well that solves the kids' table dilemma then," Cooper drawled, rolling his eyes over to a laughing Burt, the man simply shrugging and taking his place at the head of the family table.
"A makeshift table for a makeshift family," Jude laughed gently, taking the seat beside Cooper, bowls of salad dotted around the table. Everyone else taking a seat where possible and digging in as soon as Kurt and Noah delivered everyone's pasta before finding their own spots within the new family dynamic.
"Erm Burt," Cooper smiled tentatively, avoiding the man's eyes as he focused on his pasta with a soft grin, "Just a word of warning that you may want to keep an eye on what the twins get up to as best as you can."
Burt's eyebrow rose slightly, glancing around the sheepish looking youngest Anderson's and their smirking older brothers'. "Why?"
Elijah sighed gently, passing the salad to Sam when it was requested. "They tend to get a little adventurous when they're alone together."
"They're worse than us together at times," Austin grinned, nodding towards Pippin, laughing as Burt and Carole paled slightly, Bentley and Blaine half-heartedly attempting to protest the elder brother's statement.
Noah nodded, thoughtfully twirling his pasta around his fork and looking towards the parental figures at one end of the table. "They never turn down a dare from each other, which has been relatively disastrous in the past."
"Do I even want to know?" Burt murmured, running one hand down his face, fighting to hide a smile.
"Let's see, where to begin," Lucas laughed softly, "Erm well Blaine effectively abseiled off of the roof with a skipping rope after Benny said he'd done it without injuring himself and managed to get a broken ankle and wrist out of that one when they were nine, which realistically was god damn lucky all things considered."
"And it was just last summer that Blaine shoved Bentley's skateboard from the top of Furnace Bank after daring him to traffic weave which resulted in Benny trying to dodge the traffic for the next ten minutes…in rush hour," Reed continued, a small smirk crossing his face at the memory of finding Bentley bouncing up and down with excitement wanting to go again, once they finally caught up with him of course. The only thing that had effectively stopped him from doing so was Elijah dragging the twins away whilst screeching at them.
Burt turned to stare incredulously at the identical twins sat at the end of the makeshift table, Kurt sat between them a disbelieving look filtering into his horrified features. The twins simply glanced at one another and folded their hands neatly on the table, each wearing matching angelic expressions.
"Who us?" Bentley questioned innocently, a sweet beam taking over his face, "We're angels."
" 'mmm so tired Kurt," Blaine murmured, crawling up Kurt's body until he could collapse with his head on Kurt's chest, entwining their legs carefully on the queen sized bed.
Chuckling, the older boy leant back on his pillows, gently working his way through Blaine's curls, ridding them of the gel encompassing them. "Well everything's finally moved in, no real help from Bentley there," Kurt chuckled when Blaine moaned again, his face pressed against Kurt's chest. Tenderly, the blue eyed boy pressed a kiss to his forehead, shuffling them further down the bed before grabbing his remote and flicking on 'Toddlers and Tiaras' at a low volume. "This show terrifies me," He muttered, shaking his head with wide eyes at one of the girls' dance routines.
The smaller boy cracked one eye open, laughing softly, "Stop watching it then."
Kurt shuffled again, grinning at Blaine's soft whine when he was dislodged from his chest, until he was on his side, face to face with his boyfriend. "But Blaine, it's just so good. I mean who knew just how many sequins you could fit on one bit of material."
Blaine huffed out a laugh, his breath ghosting over Kurt's face. "Come here you."
The taller of the duo instantly grinned wickedly, flipping them quickly, laughing at his boyfriend's squeak of surprise. Hovering over his boyfriend, he lovingly pressed their lips together, feeling Blaine's hands wander down to the bottom of his shirt, making quick work of untucking it from his tight jeans. Kurt himself made quick work of Blaine's t-shirt, smirking at the younger boy's whine when he pulled away to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere else in the room.
Suddenly the door crashed open, Finn and Bentley giving a quick shriek of horror, fighting to cover each other's eyes quickly. The couple on the bed groaned, Kurt dropping fully onto Blaine and pressing his face into his neck as they tried to regain their breath, the older reaching over to grab Blaine's top from the floor once more.
"I hate them," He whispered to Blaine, sitting up and pulling the teenager between his legs when his shirt was firmly in place once more.
"Is it safe to look yet?" Finn squeaked, eyes scrunched up where Bentley's hands had left his face.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt picked up one of the pillows and hurled it at his brother, satisfying in Finn's grunt when it hit his face. The taller teenager's eyes snapped open and he glared at his brother from the doorway, throwing the pillow back at Kurt, glare intensifying when the blue eyed boy simply caught it and put it back into place again
Bentley's eyes opened, a beam spreading across his face when he heard Finn's grunt of pain. "Blainey I am pretty sure that Burt said you're supposed to be sharing my room not Kurtis's room."
"Stop calling me that that is not my name," Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes in sync with Blaine, which made the two hovering in the doorway shudder slightly.
"Well I'm pretty sure that Burt's got an open door policy and this door seemed fairly closed to me," Finn smirked, folding his arms across his chest, Bentley mirroring his pose.
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, "Yes because you and Rachel never once broke that rule Finn," He snapped, smirking at the red hue colouring the older step-brother's cheeks.
"Yeah, well, erm…"
"Thought as much," Kurt snickered, pressing his face into Blaine's curls.
"I'm still right though, right? Burt did say you were my roommate not Kurt's Blainey," Bentley pouted.
"Eurgh, I hate you both get out!" Blaine yelped, hurling one of the other pillows at the sniggering pair, glaring when it hit the door that they'd pulled halfway closed behind them before taking off up the corridor. "Your dad sent them up to do that didn't he?" Blaine yawned widely.
"That would be my guess. Go to sleep mon petit trésor." Kurt flickered his attention back to the television, carding his fingers through Blaine's hair soothingly.
"Already halfway there," He mumbled quietly.
"I love you."
"Mmmhmm, love you too," Blaine whispered drifting off to sleep against Kurt's chest.