BlairPOV-

''Here,'' I hand Noah's pants to Ryder, ''I'll get the door. You get him dressed. I'll get the door.''

Getting out of the house and to Thanksgiving dinner is harder than I expected, since Noah doesn't want to cooperate and has been crying for the past half hour.

''Penny, hi,'' I smile when I open the door.

''Hey. Ryder left his wallet at the store. I'm visiting family, I thought that I would drop it off,'' she holds up the brown, leather wallet, holding it out to me.

Penny is insanely gorgeous. In high school, I would have been worried about Ryder spending so much time with her.

But we have grown up since then, and I know I can trust him just as much as he can trust me.

''Thanks. I'll give it to him,'' I smile ''I hope you have a great Thanksgiving.''

''Actually,'' she leans against the door frame, ''I wanted to ask you something.''

''Go ahead. But could we make this quick? We have to be at dinner at two,'' I explain.

She nods, then smirks ,''How are you and Ryder?''

''We're just fine,'' I respond, wondering why she is taking the sudden interest in Ryder and my relationship, ''Why?''

''Look, I say this because I care, okay? It's been five months since you two have been alone together. Do you really think Ryder's not getting it somewhere else?''

Hell no.

''Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean,'' I ask, and she shrugs.

''He's attractive, and he's young. How do you know he hasn't been hooking up with other girls behind your back? He spends a lot of time alone with me,'' she examines her nails, looking up at me.

''Ryder's not like that. And, if he was, he would do a lot better than you,'' I reassure her ,''You're lying.''

Ryder would never do that to me. To Noah. Not now.

''Okay, so he hasn't cheated with me. But he's a lot like my ex, and he was seeing three other girls while we were together,'' she admits.

Her eyes are trained on the floor, her fake confidence fading away with every passing second.

''Well, thanks for that. But Ryder is not your ex. You don't know him like I do. They may be a lot alike, but they're not the same. We're not in high school, so grow up. I know him a hell of a lot better than you do,'' I remind her ,''So I'd appreciate it if you'd take your false accusations of fiance', and leave.''

''Fine,'' Penny shrugs, ''Don't say I didn't warn you when he breaks your heart.''

She stalks off then, and I slam the door behind her.

She's not telling the truth. She can't be telling me the truth. Ryder loves me. He'd never hurt me like this, never put that kind of stress on this family. We've been through a lot, and he knows I'd leave him- just like he'd leave me- if he cheated.

We're engaged. We have this beautiful, handsome, eleven-month-old son together. He wants to be with me, and no one else.

Then again… we agreed we didn't have to be together to raise Noah.

No. Ryder loves me.

''Look who stopped crying, and is ready to go,'' Ryder proudly presents Noah, who is dressed in the pants and sweater his grandma Lynn bought him, then looks at me ,''You okay?''

I don't know. I know you'd never cheat on me. I just don't trust Penny.

But, and even more so, I also don't want to get into an argument about this.

'I'm fine. It's just,'' I lay down the collar on his shirt ,''I really, really love you.''

Please don't make me regret it.

''I really, really love you, too,'' he holds Noah, leaning in to kiss me.

Noah makes a disgusted sound, and Ryder pulls away from me laughing.

''Fine. We won't kiss in front of you anymore,'' I kiss Noah's hand.

Ryder nods, then looks me up and down ,''You're gorgeous.''

Kate said that one of the keys to feeling confidence is dressing with confidence. Which is why I am so glad she went shopping with me.

It's just a dress, sweater, tights and boots, but I feel beautiful.

''Thank you,'' I moved straightened hair from my face, pulling it back into a ponytail, ''You clean up well, too. So, should we get going?''

Ryder hands Noah to me, grabbing his coat and carrier.

This is my family. And I don't care what Penny says. Ryder would never, ever do something like that.

''There you go, honey,'' I strap my son into his car seat, pressing a kiss to his forehead ,''Come on. We're gonna go see your grandparents.''

And I'm going to get rid of my paranoia at the situation that just happened. I have no reason to doubt Ryder.

Because I have nothing to worry about.

RoryPOV-

''Look,'' Sugar stops curling her hair, looking at me in the mirror ,''I'd like to go to my mom's house and not have her know something is up between us.''

''Fine with me,'' I mutter, pulling my socks on.

There's been so much tension between us this past week. We're both so busy, barely affording child care as it is. Luckily, Mrs. Hyland next door has agreed to watch the twins, and she barely charges us.

I don't exactly know what's going on with Sugar and I, but the tension is tangible. We fight about the dumbest things now, only agreeing on what would be best for Finn and Wendy.

''We're gonna have to talk about this eventually, Sugar,'' I remind her when she comes back from the bathroom.

She pauses at our closet, ''You know why I'm upset. You know I don't like her.''

'Her' being a girl in my class, who I have been spending a lot of time with.

But nothing is going on there. Absolutely nothing.

''I don't like your co worker who can't take a hint,'' I remind her ,''And there's nothing going on between Kayleigh and I.''

But I can't tell you why we've been spending so much time together.

''So you don't trust me,'' she scoffs.

''Well, by that logic, you don't trust me either,'' I shrug.

Throw the ball back in her court.

''Whatever,'' she starts applying her makeup, smoothing her hair and dress out before she does.

''Sugar Motta-Hummel,'' I wrap my arms around her waist ,''Do you honestly think that I would ever do that to you?''

She leans back into me, and shrugs.

''We haven't had the easiest time, Rory,'' she insists.

''Ryder and Blair have had it even harder than we have, honey. And they still make it work,'' I tell her, staring at her eyes in the mirror.

By some miracle, or their own determination, they've managed to make it through everything that has come their way.

Why can't my wife see we can do the same?

''Do you think I put that ring on your finger for a reason? Sugar, you know me better than to think I'd purposely do something that could hurt you,'' I question.

I have to stop this fighting before it gets out of hand.

''I know you wouldn't. But I don't like being lied to, Rory,'' she tells me, pulling away to finish her makeup.

''I am telling the truth when I say that I am not doing anything with her. She's going through a rough patch, and she needs someone. She turned to me, and I thought I was doing the right thing,'' I explain.

I was raised to help others when they need it, and Kayleigh definitely needs me.

''Look: I am really scared that this could end like my parents' marriage. But I am going to make the decision to keep trusting you, and you can trust me,'' she turns to face me, picking some lint of o my sweater ,''Please don't make me regret that.''

''Never,'' I answer immediately, ''You know you can count on me, beautiful.''

She smiles a little, then kisses me.

It's a simple peck, a promise for tomorrow night, but there's more passion in it than there was in every kiss we've shared this past week.

''We'd better go get the kids. We have to be at dinner in half an hour,'' I remind her, moving to grab their coats and carriers.

I don't know how dad and Blaine do it. Dad's in the public light, so, by association, Blaine is. There are all of these people constantly doubting and testing the boundaries of their relationship.

Sugar and I may have that one day, but we'll just focus on making it work for the time being.

''I love you,'' she doesn't look at me as she puts Finn's coat on him.

''I love you, too,'' I pull Wendy's coat on her, ''There you go. Come on. You're gonna see your grandparents tonight.''

We've got so far to go, Sugar and I. Really, these last four years have only been the beginning.

We have come far from the not-so-obscene promises that we made each other in high school, and it's definitely not going the way we planned. We'd tell each other everything's gonna be ours, words laced with comfort and everything we thought we needed.

Now, four years later, we have two beautiful kids and our own apartment.

Some of our friends think we rushed, but we're so glad we didn't listen to what they said.

Because this is one of the few decisions that neither one of us regrets.

BPOV-

''That was eventful,'' I throw my tie on the dresser, watching Kurt nod.

''Indeed.''

Holidays can be very stressful already. So with a five year old, a three year old, and three babies made it even more hectic.

Still, it was nice having all six of our kids in one place.

''Ryder and Blair look happy,'' Kurt continues, undressing,

There was some definite tension between them, but by the time they'd return from the convenient store with the gravy, they'd apparently resolved whatever was bothering them.

''Now if only he'd learn to cover hickies,'' I mutter, pulling a laugh from Kurt.

''They're adults, Blaine,'' he reminds me ,''I noticed one on Rory, too. They actually grew up.''

As hard as it is to believe, he's right.

''Well, yeah. But I think we raise them pretty well,'' I insist

I'm so, so proud of the two of them.

''And we get to do the whole wedding thing again in a few years,'' Kurt smirks ,''If Ryder and Blair want to do that still.''

''Remember what I told you? Sugar and Rory are the couple that hardly ever fight. When the do, though, they work it out very quickly. Ryder and Blair are the couple that fight all of the time, but always work it out,'' I sit on the bed, taking his hand, ''We're somewhere in the middle.''

''These have been the most difficult, most rewarding years of my life,'' Kurt kisses me ,''I got lucky. My husband is fantastic.''

''So is mine,'' I smile ,''Maybe we can get them together sometimes?''

''You should literally apologize for that joke,'' Kurt shakes his head playfully, ''That was terrible.''

''Oh, okay. So I have to laugh at your jokes, but you can't even pretend to laugh at mine?,'' I put my hand over my heart in mock offense, ''You wound me.''

''I change my mind,'' Kurt nods seriously ,''You're an idiot.''

''I'm a dapper idiot. And I'm your idiot. Doesn't that count for something,'' I ask, laying a head on his shoulder, entwining our fingers.''

''That counts for a lot,'' Kurt agrees, lifting my head from his shoulder to kiss me, ''It's storming. You know they're gonna be here in-''

The sounds of two tiny pair of feet running towards our door interrupts him, followed by Jacob poking his head in.

''Gracie got scared. We wanted to know if we could sleep in her. For her,'' Liam clarifies.

''Right,'' I nod ,''For her.''

''Come on, you two,'' Kurt moves the covers back.

Jacob tugs on Grace's hand, pulling her into the room.

They crawl into the bed, Jacob in Kurt's arms and Grace is mine.

Kurt and I haven't had very many nights of where it was just the two of us in bed. Either Jacob or Grace does this every time they have a nightmare, or there's a bad storm outside.

''I love you,'' Grace mumbles, snuggling closer to me.

''I love you, too, sweetheart. You should just stay this young. Don't grow up.''

Even though I know you have to.

Kurt puts a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, fondly shaking his head.

With the kids settled down, safe and sound from the storm, the four of quietly drift off to sleep.

So I have decided there is only one or two good chapters left, and they will skip a few years. I want to thank everyone who has read this, and stuck by it. This has not been my best work, and I can admit that. But the only way to become better is to put your best foot forward and learn, right? And, honestly, this was how Make you Believe was going to continue. It just seemed better to start a new story. So I did. And I hope you'll look at my other stories. Thank you so much :)

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