Blaine pushed the front door open, squinting through the bright light that warmed his face. Stepping onto the crunchy grass, he turned his head when he heard a soft sound. Kurt was sitting at a little table, his dolls and teddy bears patiently waiting for their tea in the chairs around him. Waving his hand for Blaine to come over, Kurt said, "Would you be kind and drink tea with me? Its very delicious." He licked his lips as if remembering how good it tasted, then he looked at a plate of treats. "My daddy made us muffins, too!"

Raising his brows, Blaine slowly walked across the lawn and pulled an empty chair out. He sat down, his stomach growling as he sniffed the warm berries in the crumbly sweets. When Kurt handed him a cup and poured steaming tea into it, he took a long drink. "Thank you."

"Im so glad you came outside with me." Kurt murmured over the top of his cup. "I just love having tea parties... and I think this is a yummy breakfast. And its such a beautiful day, isnt it?"

Blaine looked out at the street, a random car driving by every few minutes. It was quiet, which made Blaine feel relaxed. Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes and bit into a moist muffin. When Kurt moved beside of him, his small hand brushing his arm, he opened his eyes again. Kurt was leaning across the table and trying to scoot their book closer to himself. Plopping back down, he held the book out to Blaine. "Can you please read to me?"

Taking the book from Kurt, Blaine opened it to the next chapter and cleared his throat. "Juliet became so miserable that she ran away from her home." Kurts little jaw dropped with surprise, so Blaine leaned closer to him and let him curl up against his chest. "She went to find Romeo, and he took her to one of the few places he felt safe. They wanted to be together without the threat of being torn apart again, so they eloped."

Kurt gasped, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. "But didnt Juliet want a pretty wedding one day? And what about her dad walking her up the aisle? I dream of a wedding with my family there to give me smiles as I walk up the aisle... to you, of course."

Wrapping his arm around Kurt, Blaine rubbed his back to comfort him. "Romeo told Juliet to go back to her family, who he knew she loved with all her heart. She did miss them very much, so she did go back, but only after he promised her that he would come to her window every night. Her family was relieved to see her home safe, and she was just as happy to be with her adoring parents. But it didnt take very long for her father to find Romeo one night when he was visiting his wife, and he sent Romeo away and locked Juliet in her room to keep her from him."

He got to the end of the chapter and closed the book, then looked at Kurt, whose eyes were still huge. Rubbing the nape of his neck, he said lowly, "Do you want me to read you a different book?"

"Oh, no! Please, Id like to hear the end of our story." He pleaded, his bottom lip pushing out. "Its just very sad, and I cry very easily. But it is a dear story to me."

Blaine kissed his forehead to soothe him, and Kurt laid his hand on Blaines chest. Resting against him, Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine when a car pulled onto their road and slowed down in front of his house. "Who is that?" His little mouth fell open when the car turned into his driveway, "I should tell my daddy that we have a visitor!"

Blaine reached for Kurt before he wriggled off his seat. He thought he recognized the car, but he hadnt seen it in a while. One of the windows rolled down, and a dark haired boy stuck his head out. He waved at Blaine, and Blaine lifted his hand, but he didnt move it. "Blaine!" The boy yelled, climbing out and throwing his arms apart. "Im home!"

Frowning at his brother, Blaine stayed where he was, but Kurt wiggled out of his grip and dropped to the ground. Even though he had no idea who the other boy was, he seemed to appreciate his enthusiasm and hopped up and down. "Hello!"

The boy ran over to them, picking Blaine up and crushing him against his chest. "Look at how much youve grown! Youre about as tall as my knee, arent you?" He noticed Kurt still bouncing and glanced down at him, and a wide smile pulled at his lips. "Well, who are you, cutie?" He knelt down by Kurt, who gave him a sweet smile.

Kurt held a small hand out, "Im Kurt." Suddenly wrinkling his nose with confusion, he looked between Blaine and the boy he didnt know, "Who are you?"

Blaine finally jerked away from his brother after a moment of struggling, but he put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Im Coop, this guys older brother." Playfully pushing Blaine, Coop fell onto his butt. "What are you doing over here, Blainey?"

"He made a friend." Kurt happily squeaked, wrapping his arms around Blaine. "And now he visits me every day and reads me a story. And Im so happy that he does!" Twirling in a circle to show how happy he was, he wobbled a little and started to fall.

Cooper reached out to catch him, "Careful, sweetie. Youll get dizzy if you spin around again." Smirking at Kurt, he slung an arm around Blaines neck and scrubbed his hair. "I think hes a good friend for you, bud." When he turned to Kurt again, the corners of his lips slowly lowered. "Have you brought him to Mom or Dad yet?"

Blaine shook his head, knowing why Cooper had asked about their parents. Hed realized from a young age that his parents didnt accept anything different from them, and he knew what they would say about Kurt and all of his dresses and ribbons and bows. The thought of him ever coming near them terrified him.

Cooper patted his back as if to reassure him that he would keep Blaines secret. "Its okay. All I want is for you to be happy." He muttered in his ear, and Blaine leaned back into his brother. He trusted him because hed never done him wrong, and he believed his promise that he could hold onto Kurt.

Blaine thudded up the stairs with two bags slung over his shoulder, one filled with what he thought was Kurts perfumes and soaps and the other with his and Kurts nightclothes and underwear. Tightening his grip on the bags, he approached the slightly open bedroom door and looked inside, seeing his small but perfect family around the little bed in the middle of the room. Archer and Hunter were sitting on the edge of the bed, their arms around each other and their tiny feet kicking with excitement. Their eyes were wide as they watched Kurt pad across the room and go through the closet, picking out the clothes and neatly folding them.

After Kurt flitted back over to them with another shirt in his hands, Archer reached for his hand and wrapped his pudgy fingers around it. Smiling at the needy baby, Kurt bent over and scooped him up, giving him gentle kisses to his cheeks, "Oh, Archer, were going home today, my love! Its so beautiful there. But it will be a very long trip, so bring your favorite, little doll to play with... if you dont snooze the whole way!"

Blaine smirked at his cheerful husband who carried Archer over to the closet and let him pull the clothes off the hangers. Archer grabbed a pair of shorts and a jacket and dropped them into the suitcase when Kurt brought him back over to it, then he batted at Hunter, who was staring up at them. "Hunner!" Archer touched a piece of Hunters spiky hair, gently tugging it before Kurt lifted him back up. Suddenly looking worried with furrowed brows and a puckered lip, Archer patted Kurts cheek, "Père?"

Kurt stopped moving at the sound of Archers high pitched voice, and he stroked his rumpled face with a pink fingertip, "Yes, my darling? Why is your brow so wrinkled? Are you fretting the trip?" He gave Archer a very sweet smile and a comforting kiss, "Dont worry about a thing, sweet, little one. Well be in California before it even gets dark... and your daddy packed yummy snacks for you so your belly wouldnt be rumbling all day."

Archers small mouth drooped a little more, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers as if he was really worried. Blaine took a step forward in case he started crying. "But what about Hunners drawings? Were not leaving those, are we? I would be sad if Hunner cried because we didnt take them with us."

"Oh, darling, no." Kurt hugged Archer to his chest, gently bouncing him, "Well take every drawing with us, and your daddy will hang them up wherever you like." Kissing Archer again, he set him down by Hunter, and Hunter leaned against him.

Blaine gazed at his doting husband as he whirled around and swished back over to the closet, his white skirt fluttering around his long legs. Only looking away from his enthralling husband when he heard a chirp from behind him, he felt the birds brush between his legs, waddling into the bedroom. Hunter crawled over to the side of the bed to greet them, his small fists opening and closing as he stretched for them.

Kurt turned around at the sound of twittering and flapping wings, and he spotted Blaine. He obviously hadnt been expecting him to be watching him because he jumped, and then a slow smile tugged at his pink lips. "Oh! You surprised me!" Putting his fingers to his lips, Kurt looked up at him with wide eyes. "Not that Im not happy to see you! I always am." He shyly smiled and turned back to the closet, hiding his pink face from Blaine. "I thought you were still packing in the bathroom."

Setting his bags by his feet, Blaine walked into the room and stopped by his husband, taking the clothes out of his hands, "Everything is already out of the bathroom. I put a few bags downstairs. Let me help you."

Kurt smiled as Blaine took the clothes back to the suitcase and tucked them into it, "Thank you. Thats very kind of you." Wandering over to the bed, Kurt sat down beside of Hunter, who was chewing on his teddy bears ear. "Its nice to rest my feet before the trip. My toes always get so sore in my heels." He looked down at his light pink high heels with a sad expression.

"Ill rub your feet when we get home." Blaine stuffed the rest of the clothes in the suitcase, bending for an appreciative kiss from Kurt when he tilted his chin. They parted with a soft sound, but Blaine briefly smiled against Kurts mouth when he heard Archer giggling. Pulling away from Kurt, he turned to Archer and pulled him close, smothering him in kisses. "You think its funny when I give your père kisses? Ill give you a thousand kisses."

Archer laughed and pushed on him, his little nose wrinkling as he squealed. When Blaine lifted, he squirmed from under him and hid behind Hunter, who held his arms up, "Daddy, hold me."

Picking Hunter up, Blaine pinned him to his chest and patted his bottom with one hand, using his other to zip up the suitcase. He kissed Kurt again, "Im going to take the luggage out to the car, sweetheart. Can you make sure the babies have warm bottles, please?" Pressing his lips to Hunters hair, he put him down in Kurts lap, "Honey, are you taking your teddy bear with you in the car? Ill put the rest of your toys in a suitcase. You can have them when we get home. Archer, be good for Daddy and pick out one of your baby dolls, okay?"

Archer did as he was told and scooted to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs off of it. He poked at the floor before sliding off, and he scurried over to his almost empty toy box. After Kurt stood up with Hunter in his arms and went over to Archer to help him pick a doll, Blaine left the room and took the stairs two at a time.

There were a few boxes and suitcases by the door, and he grabbed one of them. Dragging it out to the car, he saw Burt and Carole already loading a few of the babies things into the back. He set it down on top of other boxes, then turned to Burt when he felt his huge hand on his back. "Are you guys leaving now?" He asked lowly, following Blaine back inside.

Blaine nodded, stopping in the doorway and reaching for one of Kurts pink bags. "The plane leaves in two hours." Hearing Kurt moving around somewhere above him, he glanced up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what he was up to. "Thanks for everything you guys have done. The babies loved their birthday party... and Kurt and I appreciate you watching them over our honeymoon."

Carole grinned at him, "It was no problem, hon. Youve raised two good kids. Youre going to bring them back more often, thats for sure."

Blaine said nothing to that, but he privately agreed with her, that he did want to come back to his old home again. After he carried a few more bags out, he caught Kurt padding down the stairs with Archer in his arms and Hunter hanging on to his small hand. Smiling at his husband and children, he slowly walked toward them, taking Kurt into his arms. "You can get into the car with the children when youre ready. I just have a few more boxes to take out."

Archer tightened his fingers around his Jasmine doll when Blaine leaned down for a kiss. Boosting him up higher, Kurt stroked a curl out of his face, "Darling, lets make your bottle now. Come, Hunter. Itll just be a few more minutes before we go to the airport, little ones." He walked out of the room, his skirt waving behind him and Hunter scampering on his heels.

Kurt disappeared behind the kitchen door, and Carole went in with him to talk to him. Turning away from the closed door, Blaine took the rest of the luggage out and shut the back door, then said bye to Burt, who lumbered back into the house to give his son a hug.

Blaine waited by the car, checking the car seats to make sure they were strapped down, and he looked over his shoulder at the sound of a door opening. Keegan, who had spent the morning getting his own bedroom packed away, came out first, Hunter tucked under his arm. Hunter had Pavarotti and Everett on his shoulder, and both birds were curiously cocking their heads. Keegan held the door open for Kurt, who quietly thanked him as he stepped out, Archer waddling behind him with a handful of Kurts dress in his little fist. As Kurt got closer to the car, he bent down and lifted Archer, then held him out for Blaine.

Blaine tucked the baby away in a car seat, and put Hunter in the one next to his. Handing them their bottles, he scrubbed their hair and kissed both of them, putting a little bag beside of them. "Daddy put snacks and blankets and pillows in there for you two if you get hungry or cold on the plane. Are you two okay? You need to tell Daddy if something goes wrong. Well be at the airport in twenty minutes."

They both nodded and fell against each other, so Blaine shut the door, watching Keegan get in on the other side and brush his fingers through Archers messy curls. Walking around to the front of the car, Blaine helped Kurt sit down in the passenger side and strapped him in, then climbed in on the drivers side. He backed out of the driveway, seeing Burt and Carole wave at them from the doorway. Kurt smiled at his parents, and Archer and Hunter lifted their tiny hands and waved a few times.

The drive to the airport was mostly quiet, except for Keegan murmuring to the babies when they squirmed. He seemed very soothing to them, his voice low and gentle, even though Blaine couldnt understand what he was saying. Kurt glanced over his shoulder a few times and babbled to the babies about how pretty the beach was, since they couldnt remember it from a few months ago.

When Blaine pulled into the parking lot, he stepped out first and helped Kurt to his feet. Kurt gathered their babies like little ducks, protectively holding them while Keegan and Blaine lifted the luggage out of the back. "Stay close to me, darlings." Kurt said softly, taking their hands as they tottered toward the airport.

Keegan said something to Kurt, and Kurt nodded and seemed grateful for whatever it was. They found their plane gate after about fifteen minutes because the luggage was too heavy to walk too fast and the babies and Kurt couldnt keep up with Keegan and Blaines ground-eating strides. After putting their bags on the counter where they checked in, Blaine took his family over to the restaurants to get his children something to eat before the plane ride.

Hunter and Archer wanted peanut butter and banana sandwiches from the deli with cookies as dessert, so Blaine ordered those and two orange juices, and a cappuccino for himself and a muffin for his husband. Keegan tried to order a coffee, but Kurt had to translate for him.

Both of the children got a little sticky as they bit down on their sandwiches, the banana and peanut butter squirting onto their cheeks and fingers. They looked adorable with goo all over their chubby cheeks, but Blaine had to clean them up before they got on the plane.

Blaine had bought his family first class seats, and he was relieved that they were mostly by themselves, the only other couple a few rows up. Putting Archer and Hunter down first, Blaine threw himself down beside of them, wanting to be close in case they got upset or their bottles spilled. Kurt and Keegan sat down across from them, the two rows of chairs facing each other. Kurt seemed very excited when the plane rolled backwards, scooting to the edge of his seat and chattering to the babies about how happy they should be, but Blaine could tell that Keegan was uneasy by his furrowed expression.

He wondered if Keegan was worried about leaving everything he had ever known, the place where he had fallen in love with a boy who was taken from him. Blaine knew how difficult leaving the place where he had been raised had been for him all those months ago, so he could understand how terrified he must have been.

After the plane was off the ground and the babies had settled down from their excited bouncing and clapping, Blaine leaned back and closed his eyes, wanting to get in a nap or two on the long flight. He was relaxed as he drifted in and out, feeling Hunters soft arm brushing his every time he made a big gesture, probably to hold up his teddy bear as he and Archer played with their toys. They happily chattered about their toys, Archer babbling about how he wanted to brush Jasmines hair when he got home, and Hunter listening to him and quietly putting in how much his teddy bear liked to snuggle him. Kurts voice also rang like a chiming bell into his ear, a sweet sound that he couldnt understand but still enjoyed hearing.

Blaine wasnt sure how long had passed, or if he had even fallen asleep, but he jerked out of his sleepy daze with an embarrassing snort when a tiny hand patted his face. He lifted his heavy lids and saw blurred faces, a chubby one with freckles very close to his. "Daddy is sleepy?" A little voice said very quietly, and someone else made a soft noise.

A small hand stroked the wild curls hanging around the pudgy face, and Blaine heard the sweetest of sounds, "Oh, darling, your daddy is very sleepy. Shh... he hasnt been resting very well. You dont want to stir him." Soft fingertips gently brushed his cheek, and Blaine leaned into them, nuzzling his entire head into that tiny palm.

He heard a zipper being pulled, and then a heavy blanket was draped over his lap. "Daddy can have my blanket so he sleeps better." A wet pair of lips touched his cheek, "Sleep good, Daddy."

"That was very kind of you, Archer." The pretty voice said softly, and Blaine listened to the pop of a kiss, and a little boys high pitched giggle.

Blaine snored again, fading into a dreamless black with the babies cooing and the beautiful voice lulling him.

A while later, he felt something shaking his shoulders, so he looked around through half-hooded lids. His seat shuddered again, and he slowly lifted his head. Glancing out the window, he reached for his cramped shoulder, rubbing soreness out of it. He blinked sleep out of his eyes so he could see the gray sky, not quite dark yet. The plane lowered another few inches, giving Blaine a good view of the airport, and he noticed worn out people around him start groaning and shifting their tight muscles.

He flicked his eyes to his family, his babies collapsed over each other and buried under one of the blankets. Across from Blaine, Kurt was resting in Keegans arms, his cheek squished to his chest and his lips slightly parted. Keegan was the only one awake, his eyes narrow and glassy, obviously distracted by something that Blaine didnt know about.

Blaine hesitated before reaching for his babies, staring at Keegans hollow cheeks, imagining the tears rolling down them. He remembered the violent pain hed felt when he thought Kurt had left him, the thrashing of his sore heart, the want to be numb, the need to be dead so he didnt have to feel the horrific wound anymore. He wondered if Keegan had felt like that every day for the past seven years, when Blaine had barely lasted ten months. But, despite his heartbreak, he had promised to stay alive for Kurt, who needed him, and it meant everything to Blaine that he hadnt hurt him by trying to kill himself again.

Realizing he was being stared at, Keegan turned his turquoise eyes to Blaine, some sadness still in them. His eyes were gentle, not accusing or angry, as if he knew that Blaine wasnt judging him. They were both alike in some sorts. When Hunter kicked and started fussing, he tore his wide eyed gaze away, and he pulled Hunter from his seat. Gently patting him and hushing him, Keegan said something to Kurt when he lifted his head at the sound of Hunters spitting and mewling.

Blaine lifted Archer into his arms, keeping him wrapped in his blanket because he was still sleeping. Taking his husbands hand, he helped his family off the plane and out to the parking lot. He got Kurt and the babies settled into a car that he had rented with Keegan to look out for them before he went back in to gather the luggage that Burt and Carole werent shipping to them later.

He was glad Keegan wasnt coming in with him to help, mostly because even though Keegan couldnt understand him, he wouldnt have known what to talk about with him, anyway. He couldnt tell him that it was going to be okay when not having Kurt had nearly killed him. Blaine knew it would be hard to have Keegan in his home when there was so little he could do for him to make him happy, but he thought he understood him, anyway.

After he went back to the car and put the luggage into the back, he climbed into the drivers seat and started the car. Kurt was curled up in the seat beside of his, his lashes fluttering on pink cheeks. Blaine pulled out of the parking spot and drove onto the road, streetlights making the street bright enough so he could see.

It only took a few minutes to get to the boardwalk, and he pulled off the narrow road and into the sandy parking lot behind the beach houses. Stepping out again and pausing to yawn and stretch his muscles, he went around the car to pick Kurt up. Kurt nuzzled under his chin, holding onto him as he opened the back door and reached for Archer. Keegan draped Hunter across his shoulder, then grabbed one of the bags out of the back.

Blaine led his family up to the dark beach house, but he briefly looked around at the ocean, recalling when hed come here a few months ago. The memories were terrifying, dropping out of the car and screaming into his palms. Hed ran away from Quinn, who he thought was his wife at the time, and hid away in the room upstairs, unwilling to see or hear from anyone. He brought himself back before he was too far gone in his panic over his past, and he opened the door and flipped a light on.

Slipping past him, Keegan turned in a circle, looking around the entire room as if he was searching for something. After a few seconds, he glanced at Blaine, his eyes huge with what Blaine thought was fear. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it because he knew Blaine couldnt understand him. Pointing down the hallway, he let his mouth fall open again, "Here..."

Blaine raised his brows, trying to make sense of what Keegan wanted from him. "What?"

Keegan squeezed his eyes shut, obviously frustrated, "Where... I..." He covered his face with his hand, going through the very few English words he knew. "Where I... rest?"

Blaine thought he got it, and he walked over to the staircase, going up a few steps. Nodding at one of the doors, he said, "There."

Lowering his head as if he was humiliated, Keegan followed Blaine up the stairs, distracting himself from his inability to speak by patting Hunters bottom. He went into his bedroom but stopped in the doorway, holding Hunter out to Blaine. Blaine took him and tried to give Keegan a comforting expression, then he walked away from him and helped Kurt, who was barely awake, up another set of stairs.

He pushed open the door to his old bedroom, seeing footballs scattered on the floor and dirty jerseys thrown around. Frowning at his past, he walked farther in and opened the door to the guest bedroom. It was mostly empty in there, which was a relief to Blaine because he wanted as little of the way he used to be around his new family.

Laying the babies and Kurt down, Blaine covered them in blankets and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched Kurt curl up next to the babies, his little body protectively wrapping around them. Blaine was unsure what to think of his future with his new family, but he knew that as long as he had them to hold and kiss, hed be okay.