This chapter is kind of heated

KPOV-

''I'm slightly uncomfortable. And nervous.''

''Me too, Blaine.''

It's the end of the school day. Jacob, Blaine and I are waiting for his teacher to arrive.

''I'm sorry. I had to wait for all of the children to be picked up,'' Mrs. Mitchell-Edwards sits at her desk, words as rushed as she must feel.

''It's fine, Mrs. Mitchell'' I give a tight smile as I address her how she asked us to.

Considering how pissed I was that we had to wait a week and a half before we could come in, everything isn't fine. Since his original teacher went on paternity leave, Jacob and his classmates have a substitute teacher taking over for the rest of the year.

''Now, what can I help you with today?''

''Well, it has come to our attention that Jacob has been having problems with the other boys,'' Blaine answers.

''Problems?,'' his teacher frowns, turning to face him ,''Like what?''

''The other boys call me names when I play with the girls. But I like playing with the girls,'' Jacob reveals ,''They're nice. And Keisha always brings two dolls from home so that I can play.''

''Why do you think the other boys do that,'' she stares at my son with patient brown eyes.

''They say I play with girl toys, and that I want to be a girl,'' Jacob looks down ,''That's what my daddy used to say. Then they make fun of my family, too. Is there something wrong with me?''

Mrs. Mitchell looks at Blaine and I with wide eyes.

''His birth parents passed away. Kurt and I adopted him and his siblings. This is the first time we've had a conversation about this,'' Blaine reassures her.

''Oh,'' Mrs. Mitchell breathes a sigh of relief, then gives her undivided attention to Jacob, ''Can I tell you something? I was considered a bit of a tomboy when I was in school. I dressed in my brother's clothes and played with his toys. Most of my friends were boys. Sometimes, though, I liked to wear dresses like the other girls, and play with their dolls. I was teased a lot, too.''

''Really,'' Jacob looks up with curious eyes.

''Yes,'' she smiles sadly ,''Jacob, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. At all. you can play with the other boys, or with the girls. As long as you have fun, and play fairly.''

''Thank you, Mrs. Mitchell,'' jacob beams, showing off where his tooth fell out this morning.

''No problem,'' she smiles, ''Jacob, could you go over into the reading corner and look at a book? I need to talk to your parents.''

''Alright,'' Jacob hops over to his chair, problems practically forgotten.

Well, at least one of us feels better.

''I am so sorry that no attention was brought to this until now,'' Mrs. Mitchell sighs ,''I promise you, I am going to have a talk with the entire class tomorrow. I do not allow bullying for any reason. For the next few weeks, I will keep an I on Jacob. If this situation arrives arises again, I will contact you. I think at that point, it will be time to get the principal involved.''

Wow. That was even easier than dealing with Rory's bullies.

''Thank you so much, Mrs. Mitchell,'' Blaine shakes her hand after I do, ''That would really mean a lot to us.''

''I don't like children being mean to eachother, because I fear that they will never outgrow it. I do not like seeing people feel like they do not belong. My niece… I love her so, so much. She means the world to me, and i hate seeing her upset. She was bullied in middle school because she's a lesbian. That's the same reason I was bullied in high school,'' Mrs. Mitchell looks down at the plaid fabric of her skirt ,''I did not have the confidence to stand up for myself. Luckily, I married the woman of my dreams in June. But I made sure that Amber had confidence before she even set foot in Darren Everett High School.''

''Would you by any chance happen to be related to Amber Edwards?,'' Blaine asks, face lighting up when she nods ,''She was in my glee club in high school.''

''So you're the infamous Mr. Anderson,'' Mrs. Mitchell speaks with a warm smile ,''Amber speaks very kindly of you. She credits you with her desire to become a teacher, actually.''

''It is nice to know that I had an impact. We really should be getting home though. Our other kids are probably already on there way there.''

''I understand, I have to finish writing the lesson plan. I hope that you two have a pleasant evening,'' she shakes our hands ,''And, Jacob? I will see you tomorrow.''

Jacob places the book back on the shelf, grabbing his coat, bag, and mittens, ''Bye, Mrs. Mitchell!''

''Bye,'' she smiles happily, returning to her work as we leave.

''I'm sorry you had to cancel glee for this,'' I speak to Blaine as soon as we are in our car.

So we would not miss our appointment, he had to leave as soon as school got out.

''No problem. It's Friday, so at least I have the whole weekend to plan lessons for everything,'' he shrugs from the passenger seat ''The kids come first, right?''

I look at Jacob through the rearview mirror, before focusing on the road again, ''Of course.''

Always.

''So this must be a pretty good day for you then,'' I tease ,''We might have resolved our son's problems, and you found out that you made a difference in a kid's life.''

Now please stop doubting that you are a fantastic teacher.

''That's what every teacher wants, I think,'' Blaine admits ,''I'm glad that I inspired Amber, really. Like my math teacher in high school inspired me, and I eventually decided that this is my calling.''

''Well, then, I'm glad that you had that epiphany.''

Not just because you're happy, but because we probably never even would have met otherwise.

I shudder to think of where I'd be, who I'd be, if that night hadn't happened. I'd probably be stuck at the starting point, trying to figure out how I could possibly do better than Andrew.

Thank goodness for Blaine.

''You okay?,'' he asks, holding a sleeping Jacob as we walk towards our apartment, ''You're quiet. Which is unusual for you.''

Fondness drips from his words, and I smile to myself as I take our key out.

''I was just reminiscing, I guess. I was thinking about how differently things would have turned out if we had not met.''

I'd still be full of self-hatred and doubt if not for you.

''I don't think I'd be as happy as I am now,'' Blaine starts ,''Don't get me wrong: I was happy being a single dad, Blair means the world to me just like the rest of our kids. But finding someone ready to be permanently involved with someone who already had a child wasn't easy. I'm just lucky that I found someone who loves her just as much as I do.''

I really do. She's a strong, intelligent, loving person.

''I'm glad you love Rory the way I do. I don't know how many people would have entered a relationship where they knew that they weren't going to be the main priority.''

If they Blaine didn't treat Rory as well as he does, then we never would have made it this far.

''And now we have Liam, Jade, Jacob, and Grace,'' he gently rubs our sleeping son's back ,''We have a beautiful family, Kurt. Even if we do drive each other crazy.''

It's true. This family does work because- despite the fact that we don't always get along- we stand up for one another.

Liam loves his younger siblings. and is always there for them. In the early months of them living with us, he internalized his feelings until he snapped on either Blaine or I. We made it very clear that instead of holding it all in, he should talk to one of us. We knew that the death of their parents and transition to their new home would not be easy, and some days are still difficult. Still, they're not alone.

Jade was the same way. Smiling and bubbly on the outside, battling an emotional war inside. She would only talk to Blair when she was upset. Thankfully, Blair is always there to listen to her, and help her when she only wants a woman around.

Jacob transitioned the easiest, I think. There were times where either Blaine or I would comfort him, soothing his tears of grief over losing his parents. He's the most imaginative, and the most adventurous of our children, always asking Blaine, Grace or I to join in his games.

Gracie, out little aspiring dancer, is the most loving of all. Even when she's grumpy, she always wants a hug. Grace is also the one who wants to help out the most. Or at least for a while. She'll ask to help with the chores and get bored easily, so I always give her something simple. Her Grandpa Burt adores her, and she knows it. Dad will huff and say he doesn't know it, but he obviously knows she has him wrapped around her little finger.

So many different personalities, and we all came together to make something wonderful: The Anderson-Hummel family.

The greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

RyderPOV-

''Be good for grandpa,'' Blair kiss Noah's cheek, passing him to my dad

''He always is,'' he smiles at his grandson.

''Thanks for doing this on such late notice, dad. The wedding starts at four-thirty, so we only have a little while to get there. My boss is really sick, and asked Denise and me to cover this wedding for him. It's huge, he said. I really need Blair there to help me out, since Denise as an assistant.''

''Don't mention it. I don't get to spend nearly enough time with my grandson,'' my dad sets Noah down, ''We'll be just fine.''

''Before we leave, may I please use your restroom,'' Blair asks.

''Down the hall, to the left,'' my dad nods ,''Noah, your favorite cartoon is on. Why don't you go watch it?''

With a laugh, Noah toddles over to the couch, leaving my dad and I alone.

''Ow, what was that for,'' I rub the spot on my arm where my dad playfully punch me.

''What's taking the two of you so long to get married?''

''She's not ready, dad. We are both under a lot of stress right now. We're just trying to provide for Noah,'' I remind him.

''But you did ask?''

''Yes. Why are you pushing this so hard,'' I wonder.

''Do you love her?''

''Yes. Of course I do,'' I sigh, wondering where exactly this is going.

''Why?,'' my poses another question.

''She's… she's intelligent. Not just book smart, but she always knows how to solve problems, like when we had to cut back on some things. And she's funny. But it's that kind of humor that you have to listen carefully to hear, and sometimes she just sounds sarcastic. Blair is so stubborn, to. We can argue for hours. She's beautiful, inside and out. Anyone who knows us will get tired of hearing me say that, but I am going to repeat myself until she believes it.''

Or at least until no one disagrees with it just to hurt her.

''You know,'' my dad smirks ,''She feels the same way about you. I asked her.''

''Dad.''

''Don't, Ryder. You're my son. As much as I still love your mother, I can say that you were the greatest part of our relationship. No matter what she says, she cares about you. That's why she was so hard on Blair. We like seeing you happy, and Blair does that for you. And I like Blair, too. A lot better than I like that obnoxious ex of yours.''

''Jordan,'' I stress her name ,''Was going through a rough time in high school. She didn't mean half of what she said or did.''

''Still. Blair may have been afraid of losing you, but she's not going to take your crap anymore, Ryder. Just like you won't take hers. Just… hold on to this, Ryder. This is the real thing.''

My dad has never been one for heart-to-hearts, always reserved with his emotions. Frankly, I thought he was disappointed in me.

So this conversation greatly lessens some burdens, and boosts my self-esteem.

''Thank you, dad,'' I hug him ,''That means a lot.''

More than you can ever know.

''Okay,'' Blair enters the room, looking absolutely stunning in her black dress, the skirt moving like liquid with her movements ,''Ready? And thank you so much Mr. Lynn.''

''Both of you, stop thanking me. Have a great time,''' my dad huffs as I help Blair with her coat, pretending to be sick of us ,''I'll drop him off tomorrow afternoon.''

We say our ''goodbyes before heading to the car, hand in hand.

Something I can honestly say I hope we're still doing fifty years from now.

''Blair! Ryder!''

I look up from where Blair is helping me get my equipment together at the reception to find Marley and Jake making their way to us.

''Hey, what are you two doing here,'' Blair grins.

''This is the wedding of her record producer. Mercedes Jones gave her a demo from Marley, and things went pretty quickly from there,'' Jake speaks ,''Marley wants us to collaborate together. This will give me some publicity, too, since we're going to perform tonight. Well, we were supposed to perform tonight. Only she has a sore throat. So, to her reluctance, it's just going to be me.''

Unless…

''What about Blair,'' I ask, noticing her shocked stare, ''What's wrong?''

''I can't do this. Besides, I have to help you,'' she reminds me, the obviousness clear in her voice.

''Marley,'' I turn to her, ''I've shown you how this stuff works, and what everything is. Do you think that you could help me?''

She nods happily, turning to Blair, whispering with a hoarse voice, ''Please. You know all of the songs. Some our duets, some our solos for Jake, and some you'll take over for me.''

Blair bites her lip, caught between her nerves and wanting to help our friends, ''Okay.''

''Thank you so much,'' Jake hugs her, as does Marley, ''I'm going to go explain the change.''

He and Marley leave, leaving me to reassure Blair.

''It's going to be great, you know. You have a beautiful voice. Besides, you've sung in front of more people than this,'' I put my hands on her waist, ''You can do this.''

''Thank you,'' she nods, ''It's just helping out a friend, right?''

''Exactly,'' I kiss her head, ''I love you, okay?''

''I love you, too,'' she wraps her arms around my neck, standing on her toes to kiss me.

Who knows? Maybe this will help her confidence. In between classes, helping with Noah, and looking for a new job while the dance studio is being repaired. Even if it doesn't, there's no harm in hoping.

Because, sometimes, that's all we've had to cling to.

SugarPOV-

''Finn, leave your sister alone,'' I set their plastic plates in front of them, ''Wendy, stop throwing your napkin down.''

With Rory working a double shift, I'm on dinner and bedtime duty alone tonight.

Thankfully we were able to get them new high chairs for a while. Propping them up at the kitchen chairs didn't seem safe after Wendy fell out of hers, and spent fifteen minutes crying.

''Okay, guys,'' I scoop the macaroni onto their plates, ''Eat up.''

Before I can even put the pot back on the stove, there is a knock on the door.

''Mommy will be right back,'' I make sure my children are situated before going to answer the door.

''Sugar,'' he begins when I open the door, ''It's nice to see you.''

''Hello, dad,'' I stiffen, trying to put on a brave face, ''Please, come in.''

''I hope I am not interrupting, ''I can drop by tomorrow.''

''No,'' I take his coat, ''I was just feeding the children. Would you like some?''

''No, thank you. I caught dinner with Gloria.''

Right. His girlfriend.

''Oh. How is she,'' I keep my voice even, hanging his coat up.

''Fine. She told me to tell you 'hello'.''

''That was nice of her,'' I give a fake smile, not that he notices, ''Can I help you with anything?''

Or maybe you have an explanation as to why it has been almost two weeks since we have been in contact.

''I think we need to talk,'' he says, and my heart picks up speed.

''Okay. Just let me see if the kids are finished eating,'' I enter the kitchen, my dad behind me.

Surprisingly, both Wendy and Finn are done with their food when I return.

''Grandpa!''

''Hey,'' my dad beams as he kisses both of their cheeks, ''Grandpa will talk to you in a moment. Why don't you go play with each other while I talk to your mommy?''

''Okay, you two,'' I take them out of their chairs, ''Go watch television.''

The two of them toddle off to watch their favorite television program, and I clear the table.

''So, dad,'' I am well aware of him pulling his chair back to sit down, the wood scraping against the kitchen floor, ''What's up?''

''Sugar, can you please sit down and talk to me? We need to do this face-to-face.''

Damn it.

Cutting the water off, I take in some deep breaths, gathering strength and bracing myself for whatever he has to say.

''Okay. What's going on, dad?,'' I join him at the table.

''I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about,'' he looks at the table, before looking up at me, ''I never knew you felt that way, you know.''

Of course not. I don't even remember when you stopped paying that much attention to me.

But I won't do that to Finn and Wendy.

''Just so we are clear, I do love you, Sugar. The day that you were born was the happiest day of my life,'' he smiles a bit, ''And your mom was so dead set on naming you Sugar, because you're the sweetest thing too us.''

He never told me that. I can't remember the last time we've had conversation like this.

''As you got older, you became more independent. I guess you had to, with your mom and I being away all of the time,'' he sighs, ''I didn't know how to handle you anymore. You were this ball of energy, so determined and kind and creative. I don't think I've ever really understood you.''

In all honesty, neither did mom. The only people I know always get me are Kurt and Rory: one for my fashion dreams, the other because he took the time to get to know me.

''When you were a little girl, you were always making and designing outfits for your dolls. Always cutting out shoes and clothes and gluing them in notebooks. When you were six, I let you dress yourself for school while your mom was on a business trip. You came down the stairs in a denim shirt, tutu, striped tights, and your your black school shoes. Oh, and a princess tiara,'' he looks at me, ''I didn't know whether to take you to school like that or not, but I did anyway. Just because it made you happy.''

Wow. I am honestly surprised he remembers that as clearly as I do.

''After the divorce, I distanced myself from both you and your mother. That was an idiotic thing to do.''

''Dad, whatever you and mom did two each other is between the two of you. Why did you have to distance yourself from me as well?''

You made me wonder if I'm not good enough, or worth that much. Insecurities that I am just now defeating.

''I don't know, Sugar,'' he groans in frustration, ''I have done a lot of dumb, stupid things. I hope that you can forgive me.''

There's no question about that.

''I do.''

If only because I don't want to hold it all in, and take it out on people that have always been there for me.

''Thank you,'' he breathes what I can only assume is a sigh of relief, ''That means a lot to me. Now, on to the real reason for my visit.''

He hesitates, running a hand through greying hair.

''I really do want a relationship with you. But I honestly think that if I don't work on getting myself together before that, I will disappoint you. It may be too late for me to have the connection with you that Blaine and Blair have, or the one that you've built with Kurt. But if you give me the time to get myself together...''

I can't tell if he's making excuses, or being genuine. I never can.

Either way, this is too much.

''Dad, while I appreciate you dropping by, and I do love you… I can't deal with this tonight. I have to bathe the kids and put them to bed. Can we discuss this at another time?''

Hopefully when I have time to prepare what I want to say, just as I did with before I confronted you last.

''I understand,'' my dad stands, ''I do hope we can fix this, Sugar. At least a little bit.''

So there it is. I have yet to really resolve my issues with my dad. If i ever even do.

After letting him out, bathing the kids, and putting them to bed, I sit on the couch, head in hands as my emotions try to get the best of me.

There hasn't been this much confusion since my last pregnancy scare.

Whatever happens, I have to protect myself as well. And my kids. In the past, my dad has had opinions that I don't agree with at all. If keeping Wendy and Finn safe means that I have to distance myself from my dad, or even cut him off, then I will. My kids mean more to me than anyone, and there is no way that I'm going to let the negativity enter their life the way it did mine. Now, I just hope I'm strong enough to do whatever I have to.

Because there is no easy solution in this situation.

BlairPOV-

Ryder's hot, calloused hand pushes the skirt of my spaghetti strapped black dress up, before he rests it on my thigh.

''This… this okay,'' he breathes between kisses, unzipping my dress and pulling the bodice down and hand moving to my bra.

''So okay,'' I bring his lips back to mine, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, ''I love you.''

''Hmm, I love you, too,'' Ryder presses scorching kisses to my neck, pushing my thick, straightened hair to the side and helping me take his shirt off of him.

From there, as things always do when we're alone, things get even more heated.

''That was kind of hot.''

I let out a laugh before pressing a kiss to Ryder's cheek, ''It was, wasn't it?''

''Yeah,'' he nods, hands on my hips ,''I know you want to be careful, but that was seriously the hottest make out session since, like, ever.''

''It was,'' I stand, pulling my hair up so I can finish taking my dress completely off.

''You know you're the best kisser ever,'' Ryder stands behind me, stripped to just his boxers, wrapping his arm around me as we look in the mirror.

''Am I,'' I ask, smirking as I push his hands away from my bra strap.

''Mhm,'' he presses a lingering kiss to my shoulder, ''And, hey, that record producer gave you their card. This could be it, Blair.''

After years of practicing-both in glee and by myself, I may actually be getting what I have been working for.

''I can't wait to tell my dad and Kurt.''

They've always believed in me, even buying the sheet music I need this month.

''You deserve this. You're so talented,'' Ryder compliments me, ''It's amazing how things work out.''

''Do I really deserve this though? I'd be collaborating with Marley. She's worked so hard, and-''

''You have worked just as hard. And you have given up a lot, but here you are. I know I could have stayed in school to become a director, but I like photography as well. This pays better than my old job, too. My boss trusts me and gives me bigger assignments. Blair, I could even have my own business one day. And, by that time, you will already have come out with a great album, and probably an incredible book and kick-ass perfume.''

Yup. He's the one.

''We should get married this year.''

He stares at me with surprised brown eyes, ''Seriously?''

''Yeah. I know we had this conversation before, and I shot it down. But I truly think we're ready now,'' I look at him in the mirror, ''I'm serious this time. We can go to city hall. I want this.''

I'm ready to start our married life.

Ryder stares at me in the mirror, then breathes out heavily, ''Alright. We can go to city hall. Something small. We will be able to afford that. We'll invite our family and friends if we can.''

I'm ready now. No more hesitation. We've come such a long way from deliberate insults, threats of infidelity, and cheating with our exes.

''So you really want to get married,'' he questions, running a finger down the skin of my arm, creating goose bumps in it's wake, ''You want to do this.''

''Yes. There's nothing wrong with a huge wedding, but I don't really want something too big. If we can afford it this year, something small. Because I still want my dad to walk me down the aisle, and have my dance with him. That's important to me,'' I tell him, lacing our fingers together, ''I'm sure if we get it together, they'll help us with the more expensive items.''

Either way, I want to do this if you want to.

''Alright. We can do that.''

This is going to work. I know it is. I got a call back from one place, and a job interview with another. We can provide for Noah, take care of bills, and save up a little at a time for the wedding. We're actually going to have it all.

Finally.

RoryPOV-

''Hey,'' I walk into the bedroom after midnight, ''What are you still doing up?''

Sugar sets her sketchpad aside, patting the bed, ''Couldn't sleep. I never can when you're working late. Why are you home so late?''

''I had to take Trina home. Her car broke down, and her husband was stuck at one of his client's parties. I didn't want her to be alone at work.''

''You're sweet,'' Sugar lays her head on my shoulder, ''That's why I love you so much.''

''I love you, too,'' I wrap an arm around her shoulders ,''You okay?''

''Just tired,'' she says, ''My… my dad stopped by unannounced.''

Oh.

''Sugar-''

''Can we please not talk about it tonight, though? I just want to go to sleep,'' she begs.

''Yeah. We can just go to bed,'' I climb out of bed, a bit lethargical, ''I'll be back.''

When I return from the bathroom, Sugar is standing in front of the mirror, taking her makeup off.

She once told me she wears it to enhance her beauty. What I didn't understand- and still don't- is why she thinks she needs anything enhanced. But she likes wearing it and trying new things, and she's happy. So I'm happy.

''Rory?''

''Hm?''

''Thank you.''

''For what,'' I hang my uniform shirt up, ''I just got here.''

''Since we've been together, you've helped me accept all of my flaws and strengths. I always criticise myself if my grades were average. Or because I'm not as curvy as some other girls. A lot of times, I hated my nose. I was going to get a nose job when I turned eighteen. Not that I'm criticizing people who do, but it wasn't the right choice for me. I admit that a lot of me came from being sick of hating myself. You, Rory… you helped a lot. You're always there for me and the kids.''

''You're there for us,'' I rest my hands on her hips, ''You do so much for all of us.''

That's the only way it can work: you have to give a little, take a little. This relationship is all about equality.

''I am a beautiful woman. I'm smart, and I'm talented. And if my dad… if someone doesn't see that, then they are not worth my time. I want you to have the same mentality for yourself, because you deserve it. We will teach it to our kids, too.''

''I like the sound of that,'' I kiss her head ,''Now, can we please go to bed?''

She nods, tossing her used makeup remover wipes into the trash, before joining me where I'm lounging across the bed.

''You know,'' Sugar straddles my waist, ''You're kind of hot. Sexy, really?''

''I try,'' I rest my hands on her thighs, just below the hem of her running shorts ,''Especially when I'm married to someone as attractive as you. That was lame, wasn't it?''

''Very,'' she leans in, pressing soft, hot lips to mine, ''And I love it. I love you.''

''I love you, to-'' my words are cut off by her closing in for another searing kiss, hands moving to my brown hair and grasping gently.

My own hands move up the back of her shirt, grazing the hot, soft skin there.

''I've missed this,'' she breathes, pressing kisses to the already bruised skin of my neck, ''Miss you.''

''As much as I want to do this right now, you do realize that if we do, the kids will wake up before we can really get anywhere, right?''

She groans, rolling off of me and falling on her back, ''The next time we have any shot at alone time is next month.''

''Come on, now. I think we can wait a little while longer,'' I tease, pushing wisps of hair from her face.

''Right,'' she kisses me sweetly once, ''Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, Rory. I love you.''

''I love you, too.''

And out family. Everything is working out so well right now. Pretty soon, we're going to be right where we want to be.

If I'm not sure of anything else, I'm positive of that.

BPOV-

The kiss is so heated already, Kurt's shirt unbuttoned and opened, undershirt pushed up to show perfect and pale skin.

''Blaine,'' his voice comes out in a breathy whine, tangling his fingers in ungelled curls at the nape of my neck.

''Hm?,'' I move my hand to the smooth skin of his lower back, ''What do you need?''

''W-we can't do this,'' he gasps, trying to push my hands away, ''No matter how badly I want to. You know there's no such thing as privacy in this house.''

''I guess you're right. But we can still make out.''

''You're such a teen boy,'' he teases, bringing his hand to my cheek and kissing me intently.

Sure enough, we're forced to pull a part moments later, when there is a knock on the door.

''At least we can plan something soon,'' Kurt kisses my cheek, leaning back as we pull our shirts down to cover up, ''Come in.''

''Hi!''

''Jacob, honey, why aren't you sleep?''

''I couldn't,'' he crawls into bed, sitting in front of Kurt and me, ''What if Mrs. Mitchell can't stop the other boys from teasing me?''

That makes my stomach churn. I never want him to go through what Kurt and I- what are three oldest kids- went through.

''Honey, we are your parents now. We know we can't replace your mom and dad, but we love you. We are going to protect you. I promise,'' Kurt reassures him, smiling when Jacob hugs him.

''Okay,'' Jacob speaks, voice full of trust ''Thank you. Night.''

''Night, buddy,'' I accept the hug, ''We'll see you in the morning.''

''Okay. Love you!''

He closes the door behind him, and Kurt rests his head on my shoulder.

''You do realize that one of us is going to have to make sure he didn't just go play with his toys, right?''

''I know,'' I laugh, pressing a kiss to my husband's now messy hair, ''Isn't having kids great?''

''I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, but it is. Even if I do want to pull all of my hair out in frustration sometimes,'' Kurt takes my hand, ''Do you really want to look into adopting again?''

''Yes,'' I clear my throat, ''Are you willing to consider surrogacy?''

There's a long silence, before Kurt sighs.

''I was thinking about it, yes. Still, we should talk about this later. When we're not tired,'' he points out, ''I do love you, Blaine. I'm glad that we're doing this together.''

I wouldn't want it any other way.

''I agree,'' I crawl between the sheets with him, ''We balance each other out, in more ways than one. Especially as far as parenting goes.''

''We do,'' he kisses me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he scoots closer, ''Good night.''

''Good night, Kurt,'' I press one final kiss to his head, then turn off the lamp.

For once today, I'm totally and completely content: laying in bed next to my wonderful, talented, handsome husband.

I just wish all moments could be like this.

wedding in the next chapter

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