Kurt pulled his shirts from the hangers in his closet and laid them down on his bed, where Keegan was sitting. Keegan unzipped his suitcase and Kurt laid the clothes inside, then he returned to his closet to work on his many dresses. Kicking his feet up on Kurts stripped bed, Keegan said, "So, tell me about your dad. You know, your family. What am I getting myself into? And tell me why you love Ohio so much."

Smiling, Kurt sat down on his bed and carefully folded his dresses, laying them on top of his shirts. "My dad is still the same... even after all these years. He likes football... he will be your best friend if you talk to him about it. Hm..." He tapped his chin, "Carole is the sweetest. At first I wasnt sure about her but we get along so well. She likes when you compliment her cooking. Finn... my brother... is so nice to me. He plays video games all the time."

"Video games?" Keegan arched his brows, just as clueless at the concept as Kurt was.

Kurt laughed, "Yes, theyre fun! You play a game on the TV! I got to play a princess and race my brother and Blaine." Crossing his legs, Kurt distracted himself from his packing and murmured, "Lets see... I have two, little birds who are my sweet princes. They love to be held and kissed. And then there are the babies... and they should be walking now. Oh, theyve probably started talking!"

"And what about Blaine?" Keegan muttered. "You know, I think Ive got this guy from what youve said about him, but Im still kind of clueless. He sounds like he has a million different personalities. Will he be patient with my English?"

"Of course." Kurt nodded, nervously curling his toes as he tried to describe Blaine, which was pretty impossible. "Blaine was very patient with my English... he always helped me with words. Hes kind... so please dont think of him as cold or indifferent." When Keegan furrowed his brows, Kurt mumbled, "Sometimes people get upset with him because he doesnt say much... but hes just quiet. Its hard for him to get to know people." He twitched as the memories of Blaine going off in the middle of the night and then ending up in hospitals hit him very hard, so before he could tear up he managed to change the subject. Keegan didnt bother saying anything about that... he seemed to understand. "Besides, you might not even see Blaine. I dont know if hes coming."

Keegan still didnt say anything, and when Kurt looked up at him he saw that his jaw was hard and his lips were pursed into a white line. He swallowed thickly and rubbed the top of his head, messing up his thick, blond hair. "I get it," he suddenly muttered, still staring at his lap. "I get Blaine. I saw two minutes of that Karofsky guy and he destroyed everything I had... how is it possible to live for years with that guy sucking the life out of you? How did he live through that? He shouldnt have. I know I wouldnt have. If I was in his place... and that guy didnt kill me first... I would have killed myself."

"Please dont talk like that." Kurt whispered, his eyes full of tears despite his want to not cry, "Keegan, I dont like to think about Blaine suffering that way. I knew Karofsky... I knew how insane he was... and Blaine was dealing with that every day. And he was very close to stabbing himself in the throat with a knife. He had it against his skin... but he told me that he stopped because he wanted to see something beautiful... he said hed never seen anything beautiful. And then he told me that I was his beautiful thing." Swallowing thickly, Kurt wiped his eyes and tried to come back to himself. "But Karofsky is gone now... and Blaine is getting better. I think I made him better."

"Kurt, Im sorry." Keegan whispered, scooting closer to Kurt and wrapping him in his arms. "I didnt mean to bring up something so sensitive. It hurts for me, too. I just... had to know how he got through that. I think your Blaine is very strong... not a lot of people would have been able to fight back... and get rid of someone like that... but I do know that itd be so easy to get better after something like that if you were helping." Bundling Kurt up, Keegan pulled Kurt close and kissed above his eyebrow. "Shh... its all over now. Blaine is a lucky guy and he never should have left you."

Kurt whimpered at that, burrowing deeper into Keegans shirt. "Ive tried telling myself that I just want him to be happy... and if hes happy with someone else, then thats okay... but Im so sad. I miss him, Keegan. I miss everything about him... his kisses, his hugs, his laugh... and I just want to feel that again. Its been almost ten months... and I dont know how much more of this I can take. I feel so terrible for you... because its been years... and youll never get another hug or kiss from him or hear his laugh a-and-Im sorry I sound so selfish-"

"Hey," Keegan gently rocked Kurt to soothe him, "no. You dont sound selfish to me. You cant compare what Im dealing with to what youre dealing with. It was never a choice for me... to give all of that up. I know it wasnt a choice for you, but its different, Kurt. Hes still here... and Ill be damned if I want you to suffer anymore. I want you to get hugs and kisses from him... and hear his laugh. Youre not selfish for wanting that. Its just a part of you being in love with him."

Kurt sniffed, "I w-want him back, Keegan. Im so frightened about everything... but my love for him is something I know for sure."

Keegan hushed him and kept gently rocking him, and Kurt closed his eyes and remembered when he was Blaines and Blaine was his.

Blaine staggered down the stairs with Archer wrapped around his chest, Hunter clumsily toddling behind him and clinging to his pant leg. Helping Hunter off the last stair, Blaine reached down for his hand, and Hunter laid his small palm in the middle of Blaines. "Come on, sweetheart. Youre getting so good at keeping your balance. Daddys so proud of you."

Hunter happily smiled and picked up his pace a little, scrambling after Blaine. He walked into the kitchen and set Archer down on the table, then boosted Hunter up. Quinn was standing by the kitchen counter, her phone at her ear and her brows ruffled. Blaine ignored her as if she wasnt even there, giving both of his babies kisses. "Im going to make you oatmeal and then you can play."

Archer sleepily yawned and fell against Hunter, his dark lashes lying on his cheeks. Blaine scrubbed his messy curls and turned away. He walked up to the stove and turned it on, then set a pot on one of the burners. Quinn physically showed her disgust to him, glaring at him and muttering into the phone, "Ill call you back, Ethan. My husband just came in."

Blaines back stiffened and he shot a deadly glare at her, "I told you not to call me that. And I dont give a damn who you talk to."

"Because youre still secretly in love with Kurt and text him every night then spend hours masturbating to him?" She rolled her eyes, peeling off the counter. "Yeah, were even. Im going out. Dont expect me to be back tonight."

"I dont want you to be." He muttered, but he had a feeling she still heard him. "And its not a fucking secret."

"Oh, you are so the worst mistake Ive ever made. The only good thing you ever did for me was get a good paying job. Even when you thought you were straight you were still shit... as a boyfriend and in bed." She yanked open the fridge door and pulled out a water bottle. "Dont bring any of your gay lovers over here. Oh, that reminds me... you got a package today. If its a fucking dildo from Kurt, keep it away from me."

"Dont talk about Kurt like that!" He shouted, but he obviously had lost his threatening side to her since she waved him off and stomped out of the room. Slamming his head against one of the cabinets, Blaine hissed and started to dig his fingers into his palms, but stopped himself when he remembered that the babies were only a foot away.

Shaking his head, Blaine opened the cabinet and pulled out a box of oatmeal powder. He poured a few cups of milk into the pot and waited for it to heat up, then he whipped around and stared at his wide eyed babies. Both of them looked nervous, so Blaine quickly cooled his temper down and whispered, "Daddys not mad at you."

It rolled off of Hunter almost instantly, and he went back to staring at the tiny birds when they waddled into the kitchen for their morning breakfast. But Archer still seemed bothered, so Blaine carefully approached him and held his arms out. "Its okay, sweetheart. Come here, my little love." Scooping Archer up, Blaine gave kisses to his neck and chin.

"Daddy," Archer happily cooed, curling against Blaine when he got the okay and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Daddy."

Holding Archer to his chest, Blaine looked around for the box Quinn had been talking about. He wondered if it was something from the Warblers or maybe a shirt hed forgotten back in Ohio. Spying the box on one of the counters, Blaine walked up to it and furrowed his brows when he saw it was from India. "Coop?" He muttered. He picked the box up and brought it back to the kitchen table.

Peeling off the tape, Blaine saw Hunter scoot closer and stare at the box. He opened the flaps and pulled out a photo album that was dated from back when Blaine was just a baby. There was a little sticky note taped to the top of it, so he read the quick note. Hey, little brother. Found this when I was packing up my stuff. Thought Id ship it to you. Love you.

Blaine hesitantly flipped the cover of the book and saw a picture of himself just days after he was born, bundled up in a blanket and squirming. His face was red and his Filipino tan was extremely exaggerated, his fuzzy curls exploding from the top of his head. Skipping to the next page, Blaine saw more pictures of himself as a newborn, and as he scanned through the book he slowly got older. Some were of him eating solid foods, and some were of him crawling. In every single one of them he was alone, his parents nowhere in sight. Blaine thought that Coop might have been the one taking the pictures.

Sighing heavily, Blaine rubbed his nape and thought about closing the book, but a little hand stopped him. Archer pointed at one of the pictures of him as a baby, and he looked very concerned. "Thats me, sweetheart." Blaine kissed his little hand, "I was a baby."

Hunter pointed at another of the pictures, and Blaine laughed. "Its still me, Hunter. Im the baby in all of these."

Hunter looked up at him, then at Archer, who looked very similar to Blaine when he was that age. Archer patted the edge of the page, so Blaine flipped it. He was shocked to suddenly see another person in a picture with him, and it was even more shocking that it wasnt Coop. It was a picture of Blaine sitting on the sidewalk, playing with chalk. Another boy was next to him, a fragile looking boy with pale skin and dark blond hair. The boy was smiling with his pink mouth, two dimples popped. He seemed to be drawing a flower, and Blaine was watching what he was doing.

"Who...?" he whispered, shaking his head. He turned the page and the same boy appeared, skipping across Blaines lawn with Blaine chasing after him. "Who is that?"

Blaine kept turning the pages and saw a close up of the boy, a huge smile on his pretty mouth and a pair of round, blue eyes sparkling with glee. He seemed to be about to giggle, and Blaine recognized that look, that excited expression. He flipped a little faster, which upset Archer as he cooed at Blaine to slow down. But he didnt. He just kept flipping.

The boy kept appearing, that beautiful boy. He had pictures of him and Blaine hugging, and him sitting at a tiny table and pouring fake tea into a cup for Blaine. He was everywhere, and Blaine was starting to wonder if he hadnt gone absolutely insane and was imagining this. And then the boy suddenly stopped appearing, and it was near the end of the book. There were only a scattered few of Blaine, but then the pictures were over.

Blaine knew exactly who he was, but he didnt understand why he didnt remember and why he was suddenly just taken from Blaine, removed from the pictures. He was too young in the pictures to remember much of anything, so he was confused about everything. Putting his hand over his mouth, Blaine rubbed his scratchy face and stared at the book. "Kurt," he whispered, burying his hands in his hair. He had Kurt, and then hed lost him.

Shoving the book away from him, Blaine stood up suddenly and almost made his chair tip over. "They lied to me," he muttered, trying to clear things up in his head. But the harder he tried, the blurrier things got. "They fucking lied to me."

He set Archer down on the table and almost raced up the stairs, bursting into his bedroom. He ripped open his closet doors and pulled his empty suitcase out, and he threw it onto his bed. He got busy stuffing clothes and anything of his that he could find in it, then zipped it up and picked up his phone. Frantically dialing, Blaine returned downstairs and picked up his babies, who were still sitting on the table and looking very worried.

After a few rings, a woman he didnt know picked up, "California Airlines... can I help you?"

Blaine went to turn the stove off, pulling the pan off of it. "I need tickets to Ohio... for today. I cant wait."

"Ill just be a few minutes. Ill look up anything last minute." The woman promised him, then put him on hold.

Carrying his babies back upstairs, Blaine laid them on the bed and tore his closet apart, needing to be home as soon as possible. He had so many questions... he had to get answers. He felt kind of bad for leaving his job so suddenly, but he reminded himself to call the Warblers later and let them know something came up.

After he finished packing everything he thought he needed for what he wanted to be a very short stay in Ohio and he got his last minute plane tickets, he scribbled a note to Quinn that he was leaving for a few days, not that he thought shed ever see it. Hed probably get home before she did, knowing how long she stayed with her many lovers.

And then he walked out and started driving away... and he didnt look back.