Trigger warning: mentions of eating disorders, body issues, and inferiority complex.

I rewrote this chapter, because the original was too dark.

RoryPOV-

Letting go is hard. No matter what you're trying to release- whether it's toxic or just painful- it requires will power.

That is something that Sugar and I are both only really learning now.

It's the day before New Year's Eve, two weeks since she came home late, obviously distressed.

''It kind of sucks,'' she cooks some eggs while I take care of the oatmeal for the twins, ''I'm his only child. But now that he and his girlfriend are expecting their new baby, I don't matter. That's clear now.''

Until recently, she hasn't wanted to go into details. I, of course, respected that, letting her know when she needs to talk, I'll be here.

''Sugar, your dad loves you. He's probably just confused right now. He's about to be a dad again.''

And he's probably scared shitless.

''I know… I get that being a parent is scary,'' Sugar scoops the eggs onto a plate, before putting the frying pan in the sink ,''I'm always worried about the twins, even if I shouldn't be. You wouldn't get it, though.''

''What don't I get,'' I begin Wendy's oatmeal, taking Finn's out of the microwave.

''You and Kurt have such a close relationship. Even now, you two talk on the phone at least once a week. Wendy and Finn absolutely adore you,'' she insists.

''You know the twins love you, Sugar. Besides, they're only two. They show love as well as they can.''

''But we both know you're always going to be there for them as long as you can. Just like Blaine is for Blair. Remember in high school when she had to go to the hospital because she passed out at school? She always says it could have been worse, but I think that was one of the worse days of Blaine's life. You know why? Because he's afraid to lose her. Just like he and Kurt are afraid to lose any of their kids. My dad? He's decided he's done with me.''

She slams the cabinet close, then leans against the counter, knuckles turning white from her grip.

''Shows how much I mean to him, doesn't it?''

We all have these moments in life where nothing makes sense, where we're vulnerable and easily hurt and feel like we're falling apart. We're human. Of course Sugar and I both have these moments. My last one was after my final, when I was worried I did way too poorly and would have to take classes again- when we don't have time for that.

This… this is her moment. And, damn it, I'll be there for her. If she lets me, that is, instead of shutting me out.

''Did you try talking to him?''

''After the night I came in late? Of course I did, Rory. But he won't even answer the phone. And his girlfriend is about to be my stepmom,'' she winces as if she's tasted something bitter, ''And won't even let me see him. I can't do this anymore. I'm stressed enough as it is. Which isn't good for me, and won't be good for the twins or this marriage. Maybe this is for the best. I'm not Blaine. I can't keep waiting for things to change until they do. Don't get me wrong, I am glad Blaine and his dad finally found a way to work things out for the best. But maybe that's not meant to happen.''

As much as she tries to act like it doesn't bother, like nothing can touch her anymore, she can't lie to me.

We know each other too well.

''Look, I know you're a strong person. You went through getting pregnant at nineteen, and neither one of us was ready. We got married young because it was the best decision for us, but it hasn't been easy. We've grown together, though. One thing I have figured out is that you can't always put everyone before yourself. If you do not take the time to care for yourself, things can go wrong. That's why my dad suffered from insecurities for long. You tried your best, Sugar. And, if he can't see that and accept the incredible woman you are… then you have to do what is best for you. Release the negative people from your life.''

You can't make people appreciate you any more than they can or want to. But you can appreciate yourself. Because even if you have no one else, you can have yourself.

''I guess you're right,'' she runs a hand down the length of her arm, ''I spent years trying to prove to them that I'm worth it. Trying to prove to myself that I have what it takes to make it in this business. And if it weren't for you and Kurt, and I guess my own bit of confidence, I would never have had the courage to pursue fashion. I'd gone into business like my dad. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, but… it's not me.''

''Don't sweat it. You always have us. Even if you didn't, you'd get through that,'' I speak, pressing a kiss to her lips, ''I love you.''

''I love you, too. And I'm sorry about last night. That was a dumb fight.''

Yeah. It was. Fortunately, I don't think either one of us remembers what we said.

''I am, too. But, hey, at least we're not keeping everything bottled up inside. ''

''Right. That wouldn't end well. I've made a decision, though: if my dad doesn't contact me before the new year, then I know he was serious. Because the day after tomorrow? It's a new me. The one whose self worth is no longer defined by anyone but herself. It's a long road. But you were able to get there for yourself after all of the crap Ryan put you through. So I can, too.''

There goes the confidence I fell in love with.

''Exactly,'' I wrap an arm around her, ''It's just nice not to be fighting. We have a lot on our plates, and we're going to have even more. I'll be working every day, just like you, so we can afford to get the kids ready for preschool next fall.''

''And so many other things,'' she groans, ''We're going to be busy.''

''Speaking of busy,'' I begin at the sound of two tiny pairs of feet racing across the hardwood floor, ''Our day is just beginning.''

''Mommy! Daddy!''

''Walk, don't run,'' I scold gently.

''And use your inside voices,'' Sugar completes my sentence.

When you're dealing with two year old twins, there is no such thing as a day off.

''Alright, you two,'' I pick Finn up, ''Let's get ready for breakfast.''

This is still the best job I'll ever have, though.

Sugar will keep a cheerful personality, but this will obviously still be tough on her. There is no way she will talk to her dad, though. Sugar doesn't want to get hurt again. But maybe if I talk to him, things will work out.

After all, you never know if you never try.

RyderPOV-

''I love you so much, Noah,'' Blair presses a kiss to his forehead as he sleeps.

Blair's been watching him as he sleeps, a complete look of adoration and love on her face.

''Here,'' I stand, taking the sleeping toddler into my arms, ''I'll take him to his room.''

Lately, Noah is the only subject of our conversations. Blair wants me to let her in, but I already have. She either take it or leaves it. She is always trying to scratch deeper, trying to discover what's underneath it all.

Well, what if I don't want to let her in? Because if she sees this- sees even more of my dark side- well, then I'm not sure she's going to love or look at me the same anymore.

''You okay,'' I question Blair, walking back into the room after having put Noah to bed.

''Mhm. Fine,'' she shrugs, closing her journal, turning off her bedside table, facing away from me.

There are pros and cons to having a girlfriend just as stubborn as I am. One downside is that we both hate apologizing, even if we're wrong.

In this case, we both need to say ''I'm sorry.'' That's the obvious answer.

The question is: ''Who's going to be first?''.

''Okay. Look: I'm tired of the cold shoulder. We act like we can't even be civil. Ryder, we're married, and I want you to open up to me the same way that I open up to you. We're also a couple whose physical relationship means a lot, and we have barely kissed or touched in a week. But this marriage is all about love, respect, and , with that being said, I can't force you to do anything. And I am sorry for prying into an obviously personal matter. I just really wish you would talk to me like you used to.''

I guess Blair's going to be the better person this time.

''Do you still want to know why you found the diet pills,'' Blair questions, sitting on the bed after we've gone back to the room.

''Please.''

It's a start, at least: one of us is willing to let the crap go, and let the other in a little bit more again.

''I've had those for months, Ryder. I hid them in my dance bag. That way you'd never see them, and I could get to them whenever I needed to. But this was also at a point where I was so stressed out I wasn't eating a smuch as I should. I was so worried about relapsing. But then I started seeing the counselor at NYADA and I'm doing even better than I was earlier this year. That was me saying goodbye to something that still controlled….still sometimes controls me.''

''I'm glad you threw them away,'' I admit, laying down, ''You deserve to love your body.''

''Thank you,'' she leans back against the pillows, ''I'm assuming you're wondering about why I was vomiting this morning?''

''I have my suspicions. Well, I know you haven't had your period this month, but I also recall you telling me that stress effects it as well. There was a pregnancy test in the trashcan yesterday before you took it out. And, if you are pregnant, we need to sit down and talk. So… are you?''

We're barely making this work, but maybe I can work something out with my boss. And take a year off from NYU to work another job, since I don't want her to miss her opportunity at becoming famous.

Not just because I know how crazy talented she is, but because she wants to use it to make the world a better place.

How can I compete with someone who wants to do so much good, even if she can't always do the same for herself?

''One of my friends from high school was here, she took the test here, and she threw it away. Don't worry, I got my period this morning. It was a little lighter than usual, but it means I'm not going to have another baby soon. I know the last time I said that, I was pregnant with Grace. But I haven't had any other symptoms. I just don't feel well. I'm dizzy and nauseated. But that will pass.''

I can't tell if she's telling the truth or not. But why would she lie?

''Not that I don't want another baby whenever you're ready. It's just we don't have the time or money to raise another child at the moment.''

''I know. We would make a way if we did have another baby on the way, but we have our hands full with Noah,'' she grins fondly at thought of the three year old still asleep in his room, ''Well, those are my confessions. Whenever you're ready. I'll be ready to listen.''

She does deserve it, doesn't she? I know how hard it can be for her to talk about her weight. There are so many things that could trigger a relapse, but she's doing better everyday. Other than her counselor, I am the only one she tells everything.

Isn't it only right that I do the same for her?

''I'm afraid.''

''Of what,'' she rolls over onto her side, facing me.

Why is this so hard?

''Of,'' I swallow thickly, ''Of...''

Just say it. She loves you. She's not going to judge you.

''Ever since middle school,'' I roll onto my side so that we are face to face, ''I've always felt like I had to prove something, you know. I had to show my parents that I was applying myself in school, even if my grades didn't always show it. To show my teachers I was smart enough to at least get the work done, even if some of them were telling me I wasn't ever going to make anything out of myself. Trying to prove to myself that I can do all of this stuff and just be enough. I thought I was doing so well, Blair. But I ran into one of my old teachers. She was surprised I even graduated high school, let alone got into college, became a dad, and got married. And, okay, I know I'm not the best looking guy. You are around guys who dance better and sing better and look better than I ever will. Everyone thinks I'm so stupid and worthless… and I am actually starting to believe them. I didn't want to let you know I felt this way, because then you'll see it too.''

There. It's all out. And maybe that'll explain what I've been too terrified to: I can't lose her. Not now.

''Is that really how you see yourself,'' she slides down a bit so we're eye level with each other, ''Why would I see you that way? Did you see me any differently as a person when you found out I'm bisexual?''

''No. I mean, I wish you'd told me instead of someone else. But I know you're still the same person. Why would I judge you for that?''

''I didn't know how you'd react. That's why I told everyone before you. A lot of people have an opinion, and it's not always positive. You accept me for me, and that's all I want. That's exactly what I try to do for you. Yes, we have both screwed each other over. A lot. But we have come so far from that. Look at me, please,'' she rests a hand on my cheek, ''You are not worthless. Don't ever say that about yourself again. You are smart. Those teachers didn't know how hard you worked, how hard you still work, to make good grades and help me raise Noah.''

She rolls over when I lay on my back, straddling my waist, ''You're so talented. Your photography and filming skills are incredible. That's why your boss trusts you to take on such big events: he knows your pictures are amazing. And do you know how much Noah looks up to you: he's the only three year old walking around pretending to take pictures of his classmates. You got into such a good school, and you are so intelligent. I love the way you see things. I love you, and I love our family and I love our life. Do you?''

''Of course I do. You and Noah mean the world to me,'' I kiss her hand, ''You know that. I just… I have been trying to shake this feeling for a while now. But running into my teacher just cemented how shitty I feel.''

Then I treated you like crap, blocking you out so you couldn't see all of this, and decide that you can do better.

''Don't let them get to you. You are worth so much more than that,'' she kisses my forehead, ''Don't. I won't let you destroy yourself and health like I did. We'll get through this. The guidance counselor at NYADA offers family counseling. We can go together.''

''You'd do that for me?''

''Of course,'' she laces her fingers with mine, ''I won't sit here and pretend that this relationship is perfect. Everyone sees it isn't. But part of making it work is being the best we can be for each other and for our children. I want to help you get there like you've helped me.''

We may fight over the stupidest things, and we may be annoyingly stubborn.

But, in the end, she knows all of the dark things about me that no one else does, and she's still here, showing me a bit of her dark side as well. And, here we are, having made a commitment to love each other for the rest of our lives, and fully intending to keep it.

I would call that progress.

''I am crazy about you. Thank you.''

''Don't worry. I mean, everybody's got a dark side. People so often forget that boys and men can have insecurities and body issues as well. For the record, I love the way you look. But you need to know something: You're not your failures, or your body, or your success. You're just… you. And we're both worth it.''

Seven years ago, I would have been dating girl who didn't love me at all. Not the way I loved her, at least. Five years ago, this conversation would have turned into a fight with Blair. It would have ended in a threats of cheating and insecurities that already made themselves known.

''So, we're good?''

''Mhm. We're good,'' she kisses me, deepening it before pulling away at the sound of our doorknob turning, ''And we've got a toddler who's wide awake now. Ready for this?''

''Yeah,'' I laugh when she rolls of, ''I'm ready.''

So this is going to take some getting used to- letting her know I don't have it all together like we thought I did. We're both trying to simultaneously lift ourselves up and push each other up at the same time. Oh, yeah, and raise our son. This could all need very badly and come crashing down around us, like my parents' marriage. Or, it could grow and grow into something beautiful, like Kurt and Blaine's. Only time will tell.

Hopefully time is on our side.

KPOV-

''Daddy, why doesn't Jacob have to sit in the basket?,'' my five-year-old daughter pouts.

''Because Jacob didn't sprain his ankle at Mercedes and Sam's apartment,'' I remind her, ''Gracie, you have to stay off of your foot. Maybe now you'll listen to me, and not run when you aren't outside.''

Unlikely, but maybe she'll listen more. Then again, are kids are accident prone. So it's not like it would help much.

''Jacob, can you get that can of tomato sauce off of the bottom shelf,'' I nod towards it.

''Mhm!,'' he cheerfully hands it to me, ''Here you go!''

This school year has been so much better for him. His second grade teacher encourages the kids to lay with each other, and scolds the kids when they tease each other.

Blaine and I had a long conversation, and we decided one thing was for certain: we'll never discourage our children from being themselves.

So if Jacob wants to wear Grace's tiara while he plays with their trucks, alright. Whatever makes him comfortable. We have explained that some people may not like his decision, but we are also trying to let him know it's okay to be who he is.

Some parenting decisions are easy, and some are hard. You just have to think it out, and roll with the punches.

''Kurt, can we get cookies?''

''Alright, but one box,'' I relent, sighing, ''We have to eat healthier, guys.''

We have been doing well so far, but the holidays brought a lot of delicious desserts with them, and neither Blaine nor I have been very strict about the children's food choices.

''What's next on the list,'' I take the box from Jake before turning to Gracie, ''Oh, right. Broccoli.''

''Ewww,'' she scrunches up her nose, ''Broccoli is nasty, daddy. Let's get green beans.''

''Since when do you like vegetables at all, Grace Elizabeth?''

''Since aunt Mercedes made them,'' she replies, grinning.

''Ohhh, so you don't like them when papa or I make them? You wound me, Gracie,'' I feign insult.

''I like your veggies, too, daddy,'' she kisses my cheek when I put the broccoli in the cart.

''Thank you,'' I press a kiss to her forehead.

''I just like veggies because I get dessert afterwards,'' Jacob clarifies, reaching for my hand as we turn into the next aisle.

''You and me both, buddy,'' I laugh.

''What do we have to get next,'' Grace looks at the list, ''Ohh, I know that word! Pasta!''

''Right!,'' I nod, ''You can help Jake pick out the pasta.''

Everything is going well- no temper tantrums over junk food I absolutely refuse to buy, no ''When are we leaving?'''s, and no dropped and spilled items.

Until someone else's cart rams into mine.

''Grace, are you okay,'' I wince, not wanting her to hurt her ankle anymore.

It's days like this I wish Blaine, Jacob, or Jade could have been at home to help out.

''I'm okay,'' she nods, staring at her leg.

''I am so, so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, and…. Kurt?''

Damn it.

''Andrew. Hi.''

Today was going so great before.

''Daddy, who is this?,'' Grace asks as she and Jacob both stare up at Andrew with big, bright eyes.

''Gracie, Jacob, this is Andrew. Andrew, these are my kids,'' I introduce them.

''This is Grace? She's grown so much,'' he looks to Jacob, ''And hello to you, too, Jacob. So, where's Blaine?''

''He took our older kids out for the day. They're buying some things for the new baby,'' I explain.

''Oh,'' Andrew runs a hand through his hair, ''Y-you're adopting again?''

''Yes. Well, we are using a surrogate. We wanted to have one more child, and we wanted the baby to be apart of one of us. Genetically speaking, I mean.''

And we will love that baby just as much as we love Rory, Blair, Liam, Jade, Jacob and Gracie.

''So,'' he begins when the kids get aren't paying attention, ''How are you and Blaine?''

''We're doing well. We will be celebrating our wedding anniversary tomorrow, you know,'' I smile.

Four wonderful years together.

''Right, right,'' he looks down, ''Blaine's a good guy. He handled that phone call between us better than I would have.''

You mean the one where you basically told him you and I had sex?

''He trusts me. That's what our relationship, our marriage, is all about. Every day the temptation may be there with handsome colleagues we both work with, but we made vows. And we're keeping them. He's the love of my life.''

The one that made me believe in love again in the first place.

Even if we are having little fights, and small walls of tension are being built only to be torn down at the end of the day, I know he's got my back just like I have his.

''Well, I am glad you're happy,'' he nods, ''You deserve it. Blaine's a good guy. I've got to get back home to Chase. He got a job offer in California. We move at the end of next week. This is for our going away party. Happy anniversary to you and Blaine. Tell him I say hello, yeah?''

''Will do. Tell Chase congratulations for his new job. Well, it was good seeing you, Andrew,'' I say honestly.

Even if we did end on a bad note, you were a huge part of my life. And if you hadn't hurt me, Blaine wouldn't have restored me. I'd be in a loveless relationship, just like i used to think I deserve.

It's funny how time can change your mind.

''Bye, Kurt.''

''Bye, Andrew.''

I guess it's for good this time.

''Daddy, who was that,'' Gracie asks as we begin moving again.

''No one, honey. Just someone daddy used to know.

But now, the past is in the past.

This time, though, it needs to stay there.

BPOV-

''Thanks for the baby presents, ladies. This means a lot to us,'' I kiss Mercedes' and Tina's cheeks.

''It's the least we could do,'' Tina grins, ''When Mike and I were expecting, Kurt sent us a stroller. Then proceeded to send us several baby outfits.''

''Same for us,'' Mercedes nods, hand on her six-month-pregnant stomach, ''Besides, this gives me an excuse to spoil Jade and Liam.''

''And we're not complaining. Thank you for the sewing kit,'' Jade beams.

In the past few years, she's gotten very good. In fact, she has decided to make her dress for the winter formal this year. Along with Kurt's help, of course.

''Where did you get all of these vintage comic books from,'' Liam adds on, ''Thanks, Tina and Mercedes.''

Since Kurt found the pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket, his grounded. Part of his punishment? He has to be around one of us if we're not at home, and no sporting events or video games for the next three weeks.

Obviously, he's pissed. But if he had been honest about them from the beginning, we probably would have went easier on him.

Seeing him smile right now, though, well… that does ease the tension a bit for me.

''Sam and Mike collect them, and knew where we could get rare copies. If you're going to have a comic book collection, they're going to want to help you out,'' Tina rolls her eyes, ''He had a hard time parting from a lot of them.''

''These are so cool,'' Liam shakes his head in awe.

''Not as cool as my sewing machine,'' Jade mutters, teasing her older brother.

''Much cooler,'' he insists, gently turning the pages of the magazine.

''I love this song,'' I sigh as an old jazz song plays, ''Where'd you find this vinyl?''

''Sam found it, actually. It's an original, too,'' Mercedes explains.

''I like this,'' Jade stands, ''It's the same song from the glee club's father-daughter dance. Remember, Blaine?''

''Sure, do,'' I hold a hand out, ''Can I have this dance?''

She giggles, resting one hand on my shoulder and the other in the palm of my hand.

''I'm playing this song at my wedding,'' she tells me.

''For the record, neither one of you can get married before you're eighteen. You know what, just wait until you're thirty,'' I joke.

Obviously, once they turn eighteen, they'll be considered adults. Still, I hope they wait for the right one, and don't make this commitment until they're ready.

Kurt and I waited, and even if it is tough sometimes, I'm glad we did. Okay, so we were engaged after only a year. But it was the right time for us.

Because one thing I have learned is that when true love finds you, you'd better believe it.

''How was your day,'' Kurt asks later when we're folding baby onesies and pants and socks.

Liam and Jade are watching a movie, and Jacob and Grace are both asleep.

''Let me tell you: going to the store with those two is an adventure. But at least they were on their best behavior,'' he rolls his eyes, ''I did want to talk to you about something, though.''

''Gracie at all of the leftover cookies, not me.''

''Really, Blaine? You're blaming our five-year-old? Anyway, that's not what I wanted to discuss. It's about Jacob. Today, I took him and Gracie to the toy store to pick out something from the money Sam and Mercedes gave us for their present. He chose a doll.''

''Oh yeah,'' I stare at Kurt, ''What did you say?''

''I told him to go ahead and get it. You know I'd never want the kids to think being yourself is a bad thing. But just because we feel that way doesn't mean everyone else does. When he was out of earshot, I got quite a few comments- both positive and negative- about the fact that I let him have a doll. He's safe in this house, but you and I both know how cruel kids can be when you break the norm. What if...''

What if he goes through the same torture that we did?

''Well, so far, he hasn't complained about being teased anymore. His second grade teacher seems to have a handle on things,'' I remind Kurt, ''And he knows to go to either us or her when things get messy. We love him, but we can't protect him forever.''

But if we could, we definitely would.

''Rory didn't tell us what was going on with him until his bully threatened his life. Blair didn't get help for herself until she passed out in the bathroom. And Liam, well… he has gotten a lot better. He hasn't gotten to in as much trouble. I just don't want them to suffer like we did. Why can't we just let them be themselves?''

''We do, Kurt. Even if others don't. And I know it is scary sending them off into the world like this, but we've done all we can. In the end, they make the final decisions about who they are. All we can do is love them for it.''

''So it doesn't make us bad parents when we know Jacob could get bullied?''

''No. Because we're here for him, no matter what. We've made parenting mistakes, and we will make more. But I think we're doing a great job.''

Or, at least, the best that we can.

''Thank you for that, Blaine. I really needed the reassurance,'' he lays his head on my shoulders, ''Just think: we get to do this all over again with the baby.''

''I still think the baby is going to be a boy,'' I say, ''And we could name him Devon. Devon Burt Eli Anderson-Hummel.''

''Um, no. I'm pretty sure we are having a beautiful little baby girl. And we will pick their names out as a family.''

''Admit it: you just know I am so, so right. And you do not want to admit it.''

''I'm ignoring you know. I'm going to bed. We've had a busy week. And tomorrow is going to be hectic,'' he puts the clothes in a storage container.

''Well, the kids are going to stay with Mercedes and Sam. So we will have the whole apartment to ourselves. Which will give us time to makeup after that fight we had yesterday.''

''You're cheesy,'' Kurt rolls his eyes, ''Do you even remember what that argument was about?''

''No,'' I shrug, ''But it was caused by stress. And this will help us unwind.''

''You can stop, now. You had me at 'the whole apartment to ourselves'.''

''It's just… that is a physical connection, yes. But it's also more than that. Sex is passionate, mentally and emotionally connecting you to the other person when you love them. I realize we don't fight a lot, and I know we love eachother, but I miss you. It seems like we talk, but we're not really discussing… us, I guess. With the exception of Grace and Jacob, the kids can pretty much take care of themselves. A baby, though, is completely dependant. So what's...''

''What's going to happen with us? How are we going to have time to make sure our other children are getting equal amounts of attention, and make time for ourselves?''

''So you're feeling the same thing, too,'' I state, biting my lip.

Because if Kurt is as worried as I am, then I know I am not simply overthinking.

''I'm not worried, because I know we can make it through everything. I do admit we will have to be careful. After Gracie was born, we payed so much attention to her that we forgot Blair and Rory still needed us. But, like you said, we are not bad parents, Blaine. Neither one of us had ever raised a baby before. We will do so much better this time. The end of every night, before the baby wakes us up screaming at three am, is dedicated to us. Because I figured if we've decided to spend the rest of our lives together- whether parenting or just as a couple- we need to really know each other more. I find out something different about you each day, and I love you even more.''

''I love you, too,'' I press a kiss to soft, pink lips.

''But if we get into another argument about whose turn it is to make the bed, you can't kiss me for a week,'' he teases, cuddling closer to me when I finally slide beneath our bed sheets.

''So rude,'' I shake my head playfully, ''Didn't I end up making the bed?''

''And it was sloppy, Blaine,'' he laughs at my shocked expression, ''From now on, unless I leave before you, that's my job, Now, get some sleep. Good night.''

''Night, Kurt.''

With the light off, and his back against my chest, Kurt speaks.

''Cooper means well, Blaine. When he asked you ow we were going to manage with raising five kids, he didn't mean to freak you out. I hope you know that. And if you're wondering how I know about your conversation, it's because I'm just that smart,'' he shifts against me, ''And because the volume on your computer is insanely loud.''

''Thank you,'' I press a kiss to the back of his neck, ''I love you. Thank you for being honest.''

''I love you, too. Speaking of being honest… I ran into Andrew today.''

Oh. So that's why he's been so tense.

''Nothing happened. I was with the kids. Even if I was alone, nothing was going to happen, alright? It's just… he and Chase are moving. So it's like another chapter of my life is finally closing for good. That was the closure I needed, you know? Not that I don't love you, it's just-''

''Kurt? You're rambling. I understand, because Chase sent me an email. They were two very important people in our lives. So, in a weird way, we're glad they've both officially moved on. I know that when we walk out of this house, there is temptation to be unfaithful. But I also know you love me, and I love you, and we both know what it's like to lose love. Kurt, I am not Andrew- you don't have to be on your guard with me.''

There's a long pause before he turns to face me.

''I love you so, so much. Thank you. It's so good to be married to someone I can be free around.''

This is what Burt and Carole, and Kurt, mean: you learn something new everyday, and you fall even more in love.

''I did not know you felt that way. I'm glad, though. We're on the same page. Now get some sleep, you have to be at work early.''

With that, we finally drift off to sleep, the moment of peace after a hectic week.

Next chapter- Sugar and her dad, heated Klaine scenes, and finding out the sex of the baby!