BlairPOV-

Every couple fights. It's a natural part, and can sometimes be healthy. Ryder and I have fought a lot since we started dating when I was fifteen.

Four years. We have actually been together for four years

And in those four years, we have never fought like this.

It's the second week February, three days before Valentine's day. It's ironic how we're showing each other anything but love right now.

Noah is still in the hospital. He has been doing better, now weighing four pounds. And everything seems to be progressing well.

But that does not eliminate how stressful these last few months have been for us.

Our words are harsh, with the intention to hurt.

And, boy, do they do their job.

''How could you think I don't care about him, Blair?! Don't be stupid about this,'' Ryder's voice is tense.

''I never said that, Ryder,'' I snap ,''Don't put words into my mouth. ''

It's been hours since the stress from Noah came out in the form of insults and accusations.

Quite frankly, I'm not even sure what we were fighting for anymore. We've gone from accusing each other of cheating without any proof, to fighting about bills, to fighting about who knows what.

''I'm done,'' I put my head in my hands, sitting at the table ,''I'm done, Ryder.''

''Done with this fight,'' he asks, voice still heavy with anger ,''Because you're the one who started it, and-''

''I'm done with us. I can not do this anymore,'' I shake my head ,''We're done.''

That was three hours ago. What followed was tense silence. Three hours of silence. After all, four years of being in this relationship has taught us that sometimes things are better left unsaid

Now we're in the aftermath of the fight, when Ryder and I are lounged across the bed, legs tangled together and the sheets covering both of us. I can still feel his body heat, even through our clothes. It's comforting, though.

There's been no formal apologies, I guess because we're both too damn stubborn to admit that we were both wrong.

But the fact that he just let me cry when I finally broke down, tears from the months of frustration finally spilling as he holds me in our bed.

''I'm sorry. We both said things that we should not have said, Blair. But I know I crossed the line with that comment about your relationship with Kate as compared to ours, and you didn't have to bring up my issues from getting hurt by Jordan. And then there are the things that I don't even remember we said, but I know there were other insults. I'm sorry, Blair. And I really, really don't want to lose you. I don't want to break up,'' Ryder speaks suddenly, opening his eyes to look at me.

The first thing that we've said to each other that wasn't an insult.

''I'm sorry. Neither do I,'' I admit, ''I don't want to lose you, either. I don't want anyone else. We are both trying to grow up, and we have to stop hurting eachother. Despite what I said.''

The first thing that we have agreed on.

''Then why did you say it,'' he questions.

''I was mad. I'm tired of fighting, Ryder. And isn't it better to end this now, and not complicate things when Noah gets here,'' I ask him.

''Okay. But it doesn't matter. Even if we are breaking up, you know we'll end up together in,'' he looks up at me ,''We always do.''

''I'm not so sure this time,'' I look up at him, and he shrugs .

''You and I are meant to be, Blair. You can't deny it, because you know it yourself. We've put too much into this relationship to give up now. We fight, yeah, but what couple doesn't? We're so stressed out because Noah is still in the hospital. You know neither one of us means what we say in the heat of an argument. So we can sleep on it. And if you still want to break up tomorrow, then okay. That's what we will do.''

Reluctantly, I agree. Maybe it is better that we save this for tomorrow, when there is not a flurry of emotions around us.

''That sounds like a good idea. I have to get sleep. I have to go see Noah tomorrow,'' I remind him.

''I think we've both been trying to keep it together for the other,'' he continues ,''And we have both been concerned about Noah, that we've been neglecting our relationship. A mistake we've made too often.''

''True,'' I agree.

Unfortunately, he's right.

''So where does that leave us? Because if we honestly can not work this out, we'd have to work something out so Noah isn't constantly around us fighting,'' I tell him.

''We'll be more careful once he's here. But, Blair, we can not make the same mistakes that we did in high school. We have matured a little since then, but we work much better when we just sit and talk things out, instead of waiting months and yelling at eachother in the heat of the moment.''

''You're right. So… we are still together right?,'' I ask as he traces his thumb over the engagement ring on my finger.

''Yes,'' he smiles a bit, ''Now get some sleep.''

''I love you.''

The one thing that will never change. When everything's said and done, I want you to know you're the only one.

''I love you, too,'' he kisses me once before turning out our light.

The one promise I hope you won't break.

RoryPOV-

''I don't understand the point of this,'' I tell Sugar.

On her mom's insistence, we're attending a parenting class.

''It's a diaper, Rory. It's not that hard,'' she smirks, taking the baby doll from me, and fixing the diaper.

''Easy for you, Sugar,'' I shake my head ,''You did this in your health class in high school. I didn't.''

''Well, come on. I'll show you before the instructor comes around,'' she looks to where Mrs. Chesney is walking towards us.

The sound of her shoes tapping against the hardwood floor gets closer as Sugar fixes the diaper.

''And how are you doing, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel,'' she asks, staring at us over the top of her glasses.

''Mrs. Motta-Hummel and I are doing just fine, Mrs. Chesney,'' I smile.

''We worked it out together,'' Sugar nods ,''I showed him how to do it, and now I am confident that Rory can do it himself.''

''I'm sure you are,'' our instructor nods before turning to me ,''Show me, Mr. Hummel.''

I do without hesitation, putting the diaper on the plastic baby doll, ignoring her obviously judgmental gaze.

''I see you can,'' she looks at her papers ,''I must say, I am surprised that a couple so young is doing so well.''

''Excuse me,'' Sugar raises an eyebrow, resting a hand on her stomach ,''What do you mean?''

''You're children yourself,'' Mrs. Chesney shrugs ,''I just don't think you should be having babies so young.''

This isn't the first time that someone has brought up our age.

But they don't know anything about us.

''Excuse me, Mrs. Chesney,'' I begin ,''But age has nothing to do with this. Yes, we are young. But that doesn't mean we can not raise our kids well.''

''There are plenty of young people who do just fine,'' Sugar continues, keeping her voice as calm and even as possible ,''And we have a fantastic support system. As of now, Rory and I will no longer be taking this class.''

Mrs. Chesney stares at us for a while, before grinning.

''I had my daughter when I was sixteen. I wish I'd had the courage to stand up for myself like the two of you possess. I do hope to see you again,'' she takes Sugar's hand, gently squeezing it gently, ''The two of you are going to make wonderful parents to these twins.''

''Thank you, Mrs. Chesney,'' I acknowledge her.

''The most supportive people have been our family. We've been taking a lot of insults for this… this means a lot,'' Sugar nods.

''It won't be easy. Of course, you are going to find that out in about four more weeks, right?,'' she questions, to which we nod ,''But it really can be worth it. If you two ever need anything, feel free to come to me. For now, class is over. I'll see you next week, when we will be discussing labor.''

She walks away then, and Sugar turns to me, ''That was weird. But I appreciate it.''

''So did I,'' I admit.

Sugar and I have received many negative comments, both anonymous and to our face. But we try to remind ourselves that the people supporting us outweighs the few people that have bad things to say.

I can agree with them that the timing isn't perfect. We're only nineteen, and we definitely could not do this without our families helping us.

''Come on,'' I help Sugar with her coat ,''We have to eat. I know you must be starving.''

''As are Wendy and Carole,'' she looks down at her stomach in adoration.

We decided to keep it a secret from my grandma, choosing to tell her one of our daughter's names after they are born.

''You know,'' I take her hand as I walk her towards the door ,''It hasn't been easy. And I know it will only get harder. No, the timing isn't exactly ideal. But I wanted to let you know that I don't regret any of this. And I hope you don't either.''

''Rory, of course I don't,'' she begins ,''We aren't the same people we were in high school. Back then, we definitely wouldn't have been able to handle this. Thar pregnancy scare terrified us, remember? I can't imagine having to go through it when I was in high school. Blair did, and she's going through it again. I've heard the things that people have said to her, behind her back, about her baby… I am not that strong.''

''Yes, you are, Sugar,'' I tell her ,''And we are going to be good parents. I know it.''

Wendy and Carolle Motta-Hummel. Our beautiful little babies. I love them so much, and they won't even be born until next month.

And I love Sugar. The mood swings, little arguments and major fights… they have not changed a thing in these last four years. I love her now, just as much, if not more, than I did when we were sixteen. I got lucky. I got to marry my high school sweetheart, and she's also the mother of my children.

Sure, there is a lot of stress. I still have classes and work. Sugar is still working with dad, and can work from home when the babies are born. She will be taking classes at Parson's as soon as they are old enough for day care.

We've got bills to pay, food to buy… and we are still trying to figure this out, even after several months of living together.''

''I love you,'' I tell her, kissing her as soon as we're in our car.

''I love you, too.''

''Always?''

''Always, Mr. Rory Hummel.''

One of the rare moments of these past few months, when we are not rushing around and preparing for the babies. Our lives have only begun changing.

But sometimes change is not such a bad thing.

KPOV-

It's the last week of February when we sit Jade, Liam, and Jacob down for a talk, while Grace is with Nick and Jeff.

''So, all three of us wanted to talk to you,'' I tell Liam, Jacob and Jade.

These past few weeks have been intense. She'd begun taking classes as soon as she got back in January, and the foster agency did a home inspection.

''I know these last few weeks have been hard for the three of you. And I have taken classes and you guys have stayed with me, and we have done everything that the agency wants us to do. But, in those past few weeks, I have come to a conclusion: I can not take care of kids right now . I'm going back to college. I do not have a stable job at the moment. I will be working two jobs in addition to going to school, guys. I know I'd have financial support for the you, but I would not be able to really take care of you. I don't think that it would be...beneficial for the three of you. The agency agreed, after looking at many more factors, that I can not provide you with a stable environment.''

Her new apartment is in New York, not wanting the kids to have to move after everything they have been through. They stayed with her after her parenting classes, and the agency inspected the apartment.

''So we're going to be put into another foster home,'' Liam says, and Jade looks down.

''You understand that I love the three of you, don't you,'' Morgan begs for them to see her side ,''That's why I'm doing this.''

''We love you, too,'' Liam says, to which Jade and Jacob nod ,''We can try to make it easier for you.''

''Liam and I can basically take care of ourselves,'' Jade tells her ,''And he practically raised Jacob and I anyways.''

''I'll be off to college in a few years, Jade will be fifteen by then, and Jacob will be seven.''

''In fact, I will be thirteen in two weeks,'' Jade nods, nervously tugging on her black hair.

''I know, honey,'' Morgan sighs ,''Jacob, Liam, Jade… I love the three of you. Which is why I would never make such an important, life-changing decision that concerns you three without carefully thinking about it. My mind is made up, but it is for your best.''

''So,'' Liam sets Jacob on his lap, wrapping an arm around Jade's shoulder when she lays her head on his ,''What's going to happen to us?''

''Well,'' Blaine begins ,''The most children Kurt and I have ever had in this apartment is three. And, at the time, Blair and Rory were both old enough to take care of themselves. They graduated last year, which left us with just Grace.''

''Soon, though, we were taking care of you three,'' I continue, ''And, no, it may not be easy. But it's worth it. Blaine and I had been deciding to expand our family for a while.''

''We decided three more kids, since we had the room,'' he smiles then ,''Maybe a soon to be-five-years-old- son, a twelve-year-old daughter, and a fifteen-year-old son.''

''Basically,'' I take Blaine's hand, ''we've been thinking about this for months.''

''And,'' Morgan begins ,''If you agree to it, since there are no other family members that can take care of you, I'd come visit you whenever I have a break.''

''So, Jacob, Liam, Jade,'' Blaine tightens his grip on my hand ,''Kurt and I would like to adopt you.''

There's a small silence, before Jade is lunging forward to hug Kurt and I.

She's followed by Jacob, who we assumed didn't understand fully what was going on, and he positions himself in my lap, arms around my neck in a hug.

''Thank you,'' Jade's voice cracks, and I feel her tears hit my shoulder.

''So, Liam, what do you say,'' Blaine asks, ''Your opinion matters in this, too.''

''And we can always try,'' Morgan sighs a bit, but with a smile ,''And, if it doesn't work out, Kurt and Blaine can adopt you. I want to do what's best for the three of you, after all you have been through. And I don't think that's me, because I know for certain that, even if thing were different, I would not be able to take care of you. Because it would not be a stable environment, but this one is.''

''Well...if my parents can't raise us, I am glad that it's the two of you,'' Liam finally says.

Blaine wastes no time pulling him into a hug, and soon all three are in our arms.

Liam, Jacob, and Jade are, hopefully, soon going to be apart of our family. If everything goes well when Morgan, Blaine and I settle everything.

We are finally adding to our family. We already love these kids, and they're just amazing people.

After so many things having gone wrong these past few months, it feels wonderful to have something finally go right.

I did as much research as I could about adoption

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