“We must all face the choice between what is Right and what is Easy.”

~J.K.Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“And....here we are,” Kurt said, looking across the car at his husband. He reached out, touching his fingertips to the back of Blaine's hand and smiled when the man looked up.

“Everything okay?” he asked. “Are you getting nervous?”

“Well, if I were to be truthful? Yes, I'm nervous as hell,” Blaine admitted. Kurt leaned over the console and took him in his arms as best he could, clumsy in the confines of the car.

“We are going to be fine, my love. This is the right thing to do, I know it,” Kurt said in as brave a voice as he could muster. They had traded back and forth since last night, first one being the questioning, nervous one and the other the strong and sure one. Then they traded places. The whole crux of it was that while both were worried and apprehensive at making such a rash decision in such a short space of time, both were equally sure - down to their very bones - that this was right. Right for them, right for Katura, right for the boy.

Blaine opened the back door of the car, taking Katura out of her car seat. He adjusted her light green calico dress with the dark green sweater, straightening the flower bedecked headband so she looked her best. Kurt kissed her cheek.

“Hey, Baby Girl, are you ready to get the ball rolling to get your brother?” he asked as they walked towards the door of JoLinda Charles' office.

~

“Gentlemen.....ah, Kurt, Blaine.... thank you for coming to meet with me. I am so thankful...” JoLinda said, coughing to hide a cry in her voice. They had never seen her like this – she had been so professional the whole time they were preparing to adopt Katura. She took a minute to close her eyes and then opened them and smiled at Katie. “Aw, little darling. You are going to have your twin back very soon.”

Katie gave her a little smile and waved her hands around, responding to her cheerful voice because she was too young to understand what Mrs. Charles was saying.

“Let's get down to business. You understand the difference between custody, guardianship, and adoption, right?” she asked and both men nodded. “I have all the paperwork here, giving you custody of the boy – are you going to call him William or have you thought of a different name?” she asked.

“William? I wonder why they named him that?” Kurt said, curious. He didn't really care for the name, it seemed old fashioned but not the good kind.

“Maybe a family name?” Blaine guessed.

“Oh, Katie's name was 'Charlotte',” JoLinda interrupted, an indulgent smile on her face. “The mother named them for Britain's Prince William and his daughter, Princess Charlotte. She must have had high hopes for them,” JoLinda said. “But of course, neither had a birth certificate in those names, that was just what Naomi...” she coughed, realizing her mistake, and went on as if she hadn't said the woman's name. JoLinda was horrified that she was so off her game today - she was always polished and professional. This case had gotten to her emotionally and that was something she had never allowed herself before. She looked down at the floor, then took a deep, cleansing breath. She could get through this. She looked back up at the two daddies and gave them a warm smile.

“We haven't decided on a name yet, but I don't think we'll choose William,” Blaine said. “Is that a problem – if we don't have a name yet?”

“Not for a while. It would go easier in front of the judge on Monday, he is slated to do William's paperwork that will make him a ward of the state. If I can give His Honor the completed papers for his adoption, we might be able to have him sign them instead. I don't want you to feel any more pressure than you already do, though, so I will file the final papers when you're ready.”

Kurt smiled at JoLinda.

“You can put down his middle name as 'Sterling'. I think that goes well with Hummel-Anderson, don't you?” Kurt said. Blaine's eyes got wide as he stared for a second at his husband before a smile broke out on his face.

“Thank you, Kurt...thank you,” he said, loving Kurt even more for naming their son after his late father.

“Do you need your lawyer to read this over before I file them with the court?” JoLinda asked.

“Yes, if you can give us a copy, he agreed to read them this afternoon,” Blaine said.

Next they went over Baby Sterling's medical issues. He'd had RSV just like Katura, but was over it. He'd had digestive problems but those were fixed with a change in formula. All of the children at the Adoptions For Love agency saw Dr. Wallace, who was also Katura's doctor, so she was already familiar with William/Sterling.

“Okay....I think it is all done then. I just used Katie's papers for all the information, so -ah- I did most of it last night,” she smiled.

The men signed several papers to allow them custody of the new little boy.

Kurt shook JoLinda's hand and thanked her, then Blaine gave her his thanks. They got up to leave, Kurt holding the door for Blaine because he was holding Katie.

“Ah...gentlemen? Didn't you forget something?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

They turned around, curious what they'd forgotten. Mrs. Charles touched the intercom on her desk.

“Miss Lee? Could you step in here? Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson are ready to go.”

Both men waited patiently, expecting the clerk to bring more paperwork. A small Asian woman walked in through a door in the back of the office, a baby in her arms. She smiled at the two men and handed the small boy to Kurt, waving at Katie. She had offered to help JoLinda with this adoption and was overjoyed that the twins were reunited and going to live with Kurt and Blaine. It was only right. She had liked the men a lot when she met them at Katie's adoption.

“Oh...I thought...” he said, obviously amazed to find they got to take little Sterling home today. “I mean...is this okay?”

“We had to wait ten days after signing the papers before we could get Katie...” Blaine said.

“Yes, it's fine. You are already approved because of Katie and you signed the custody papers just now. That gives you the legal right to him until Sterling's formal adoption,” JoLinda informed them.

“Oh..thank you, thank you!” Kurt said softly so as not to startle the young boy in his arms.

“Oh, wait...we don't have another car seat yet. Cooper is out getting one, we'll have it before tonight,” Blaine said.

“No worries, he has his own. Oh, and I have several boxes of his things – clothing and toys and things. There is a paper that tells you what formula he's been eating and a case of his formula, too. If one of you would hold the babies and the other come with me?” JoLinda asked and Kurt quickly gave Blaine the twin to hold.

Car loaded, instructions given, and they were on their way.

~

Little Sterling started to cry as soon as Kurt pulled out of the parking lot. Blaine was on the phone with Cooper trying to give him directions to where they were meeting for lunch. Kurt turned a corner and drove into the restaurant's parking lot. By this time both of the twins were crying.

“Oh, sweetie...” Blaine crooned, wondering which baby to pick up first. He got out of the car as Kurt joined him and they each reached for the closest baby...Kurt unbuckling Katura and Blaine going for Sterling.

“Hey, little man, are you okay?” he asked, kissing the baby's head. He held him closer, the baby's head cuddled close to his beating heart and then he began to gently sway back and forth. It took a little while, but the baby boy closed his eyes and relaxed into Blaine's arms.

“Poor little guy – moved from place to place, person to person, not wanted by any of them. Well, he never needs to worry about that again,” Blaine said, his anxiety about it all seeping into his voice. Sterling opened his eyes, wrinkling his brow and taking breath to scream.

“Ah, no, honey...I'm sorry. Here, let's find a song to sing...” Blaine said as he sat down on a bench in front of the restaurant to wait for his brother.

“Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small,

You seem so strong...”

Kurt smiled. “Good call...the Tarzan lullaby,” he said, softly joining in.

My arms will hold you,

keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say...

It wasn't long before Little Sterling settled down, his pitiful sobbing stopping as he coughed. This was cause for concern, though, as the deep cough wracked his tiny body. Blaine held him closer and Kurt handed him Katie's bunny blanket. Blaine wrapped the little boy in the blanket like a tiny burrito and held him close. He stopped coughing, but Blaine mentioned to Kurt that they needed to call Dr. Wallace if that kept up.

As the two were comforting the babies, a large truck pulled up and two men got out. The taller of the two, the one with red hair and bright green eyes, came over to shake Kurt's hand.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” their friend said, smiling at Katie and reaching out to play-pinch her leg. The baby girl giggled.

“Thank you, August. It was sort of last minute, but...what could we do?” Kurt smiled apologetically.

“You both did the right thing, I knew it as soon as Blainers told me,” Cooper said, smiling at Kurt. He turned to see his little brother holding another baby.

“Hey! You got him already? That was fast. Didn't you tell me it took weeks to get all the paperwork and everything for Katura?” Coop asked, walking over to look at the little boy in Blaine's arms.

“We were already approved because of Katie and so Mrs. Charles was able to give us the custody papers. We were surprised we got to take Little Sterling with us today!” Kurt said, the happiness heard in his voice and was plain on his face.

“Wait...Sterling?” Cooper said, August smiled as he saw the delight in his friend's eyes. “You named him after Dad?”

“Kurt did. Sterling is his middle name,” Blaine explained as they walked towards the café. Once seated, Cooper held out his hands to hold the baby and August took Katie from Kurt's arms.

“C'mere, Squirt,” Cooper said to the little boy he held, earning a glare from his baby brother. Blaine had hated that nickname ever since he was old enough to realize that his big brother was insulting him.

“We haven't even thought of boy's names. Well, we did when we were waiting for Katura, we didn't know if it would be a boy or a girl, so we wanted to be ready,” Blaine said, smiling at his husband. “Do you remember some of the names?”

“Yeah, I do: Tristan, Elijah, Shane...” Kurt said, then hit a road-block. He looked at Blaine with a question in his eyes.

“Kyran....ah, Michael, Levi. Oh, Valentine,” Blaine furnished. Cooper rolled his eyes.

“How about Jordan?” asked August.

“Or Jack?” Cooper added.

“I guess we have some thinking to do. We need to decide quickly, though, because JoLinda said it would be better if she had the name when she brings the papers to court. Because of the confusion with adoptive parents, she thinks the sooner we get this done the better,” Blaine explained. He told his brother and August about the possibility of the baby becoming a ward of the court and everything.

The men ate their lunch, passing the sleeping babies around as they ate. Little Sterling slept restlessly, jerking awake whenever he was jostled. Katie slept soundly, shaping herself to fit against whichever man was holding her. Kurt smiled, feeling proud that he and Blaine had made her so comfortable that she would be able to relax like that. He hoped that one day her twin would be just as comfortable.

Katie woke up first, cooing up at Blaine. She loved her Tatay and smiled at him as he gently tickled her chin. He took the small container of rice cereal mixed with apricots out of the diaper bag and started spooning it into her greedy little mouth. She giggled and looked expectantly at Blaine.

“She wants the airplane, Tatay, you know that's what she's waiting for,” Kurt laughed. He knew Blaine hated to do the airplane in front of other people, but his daughter was his soft spot. Tatay Blaine did it as quietly as he could, holding the spoon and making airplane noises as he brought her mashed butternut squash to her mouth. She giggled and opened her mouth, her eyes big as she swallowed and waited for the next bite.

Sterling woke up, but he started to cry as soon as his eyes were opened. August patted his back, but he cried even more. Disconcerted, the burly lumberjack, who had no children of his own and not much experience, handed him to Kurt. Kurt smiled at him and took the baby, immediately wrapping him tighter in Katie's bunny blanket and humming as he held the baby close to his chest, his arms wrapped around him so he felt supported. This had worked with Katura when she was new and Kurt had high hopes it might work for Sterling.

Blaine got the bottle out for Sterling and excused himself to go make it up for him. He handed Katie to her uncle and they were both laughing by the time Blaine was back.

“They let me use the hot water in the kitchen and I cooled it off with cold bottled water,” Blaine smiled as he put the insta-thermometer back in the diaper bag. He sat down and handed the bottle to Kurt, even though his first instinct was to take the baby himself. He knew they both needed to share Sterling's care if they wanted to bond with him.

“Ah...looky, he's eating,” Kurt whispered after several minutes of fussing and comforting. The baby closed his eyes and drank slowly.

“Katie always gulped hers down...I wonder if he's not used to it being warm?” Blaine postulated, worry lines clouding his face.

“He is just not used to us yet. I bet he will be drinking just like our Kate very soon. In the mean time, I can't believe any of his foster homes didn't start him on rice cereal. Most babies start on that at three months. Maybe it had something to do with his tummy issues. We need to call Dr. Wallace,” Kurt mentioned again in between cooing at Sterling and trying to get him to drink his formula. The boy seemed too thin to Kurt, as if he hadn't gotten enough to eat in his short life.

The baby finally finished his bottle and Kurt leaned him up against his shoulder and gently patted his back to see if he still needed help burping. He had experienced Katie's colic months ago and he didn't want the poor boy to be miserable his first days with his new daddies.

“Do you want me to do that?” Blaine asked, wanting to help in some way. He hated the tortured frown on Kurt's face.

“No, we're doing fine. Hey, Tristan, your Tatay wants to hold you, too,” Kurt cooed at the boy. “Kyran?” he tried, but the baby didn't look his direction.

“Valentine?” Blaine tried, searching the boy's face for any sort of recognition. He didn't really expect it. “William?” he asked and the boy flinched.

“Hey, little one, you don't like that name, do you?” Kurt asked. “William?”

The baby didn't really flinch this time, but he did turn his head away and curl into himself.

“Oh, honey, I don't know if that brings bad memories or if you are reacting to something else, but I won't call you that again. Jordan?” Kurt said, just for one more try.

Sterling turned his head towards Kurt and reached out a hand, touching Kurt's face.

“Jordan?” Blaine tried and Little Sterling turned towards him and smiled for the first time.

“Well, I think we have a name!” Cooper crowed, startling the newly-named Jordan Sterling Hummel-Anderson. All of the men smiled and patted the boy.

“I think we need to get Jordan home,” said Kurt, knowing this day had been tiring for the little guy. He was once more asleep, snuggled against his daddy's chest.

~

Back at their house, Kurt answered his phone, only to get a tounge-lashing from his father.

“No, I wasn't trying to hide anything from you!” Kurt said into the phone, exasperated. “No, Dad...Yes, Cooper knew because he had to drive the truck into town to get another crib and supplies. It was so last minute!”

Blaine sat beside him on the settee, placing a hand on Kurt's thigh to try and lend support. Apparently Cooper didn't know Jordan's existence was a secret and when Burt had called him when he couldn't get a hold of either his son or Blaine, Cooper asked what he thought of the new baby boy and all hell had broken loose.

“Look, Dad, Mrs. Charles called us last night and asked if we wanted Jordan, we said yes considering the circumstances and …..no, Dad, I am NOT making this up. Honestly. And no, the agency is not in the habit of trying to beat the bushes for parents for a child in the late hours of a Friday night....Dad! Just listen!” Kurt said, getting more agitated by the minute.

“Dad...we are telling you at the earliest possible moment. Yes, the social worker from Adoptions of Love called us last night, Blaine and I made the decision and went down to Corvallis this morning. No! We are just getting the car unloaded now,” Kurt said, his temper getting short.

Blaine could hear it in his voice and held out his hand for the phone.

“Dad...Dad...DAD. Here's Blaine, maybe he can explain it to you,” Kurt said and handed the phone to his husband. As Blaine started soothing Burt's feelings and trying to explain the whole convoluted story, Kurt went out the back door. He walked up the path in back of the house to the meadow where he and Blaine had spent so many wonderful, calm hours. He sat down in the cool grass and laid back in the soft earth to look up at the stars.

After breakfast with Cooper and August, they had driven to their lawyer's house and dropped off the paperwork, thankful the man was amenable to their request for him to get it done and returned to Mrs. Charles before she went to court on Monday morning. They had driven back to Warner Mountain, getting there just before sunset. He and Blaine had stopped at a few shops to get some clothes and toys for Jordan, and a new stuffed koala bear for Katie. Kurt had insisted on one set of matching clothes so they could look more like twins. They got home just as Cooper and August had pulled in with the truck. Kurt fed the babies and put pajamas on them, laying them at each end of Katie's crib because Blaine and Cooper had still been assembling Jordan's crib.

It was just after Coop and August left that Burt called, livid that he'd been left out of the loop. Kurt hoped Blaine was making some sort of headway with him now.

Kurt hung his head. He should have made time today to just give his dad a head's up, the man was usually not so volatile about things. Kurt had asked where Carole was and Burt even seemed upset that Kurt had asked. He thought that he must have really hurt his dad's feelings for him to have such a strong reaction. He sighed and put his forehead down on his arms, crossed over his knees. His eyes had been closed for a while when he felt a warm hand slip around his waist as Blaine sat down next to him.

“Is Dad okay?” Kurt asked, looking at Blaine's face. It was as beautiful as ever, despite how tired Blaine was.

“Yeah. I think it was just a bit of a shock to him. I told him about Jordan being Katie's twin and even sent him that picture of the twins together that JoLinda sent us,” Blaine said. He scooted closer and put his arms around Kurt's shoulders, kissing his neck softly.

“Is he really angry?” Kurt asked, his eyes watering as he thought about the possibility his dad's feelings were hurt.

“No, I think it was just a surprise. I explained it all to him. Once I told him about the babies being twins he came around,” Blaine soothed. He laid his head on Kurt's shoulder and pouted his lips out, his eyes big, asking for a kiss. Kurt obliged him.

“It's been a while since we laid out here under the stars,” Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt down to lay beside him in the grass. They looked up at the stars, pointing out the constellations. “Do you miss not being able to do whatever you want, being less responsible?”

“In a way – usually when your daughter is being a crying, screaming cock-block,” Kurt smirked.

“Oh, my daughter, is it? So I suppose she is your daughter when she is adorable and taking a nap?” Kurt continued. Blaine laughed.

“But of course!” he giggled and Kurt reached over to tickle him. They rolled in the grass for a while, tickling each other until Kurt took it a step too far and brushed his arm mock-accidentally against Blaine's growing erection. That stopped them both immediately and Kurt's arms brought Blaine to lay on top of him.

“Kurt...” Blaine breathed, kissing down Kurt's neck slowly. He looked deep into his husband's eyes and they could both feel the atmosphere change. Blaine closed his eyes and went back to kissing Kurt, but began to grind their hips together. It was slow, gentle, and padded by all their clothing, but Blaine wasn't about to let up.

After thoroughly reminding Kurt just how much he was in love with him, Blaine stood up.

“Keep my place – I will be right back....”

“Okay, babe,” Kurt smiled, then lay back to look at the stars.

Blaine was back in ten minutes, the baby monitor in one hand, blankets over his shoulder. He spread one blanket on the grass and patted it, coaxing Kurt to lie down next to him before spreading the other blanket on top of them.

The blankets smelled like wool, the natural lanolin being one of Kurt's favorite scents and he buried his nose in the warm Pendleton striped blankets. He looked up to see the whole myriad of stars cascading across the dark blue sky like diamonds spilled across navy-blue velvet. He listened to the baby monitor, but there was only a tiny hum of backfeed for a moment.

“I checked on them when I went up for the monitor. I was going to put Jordan in his own crib, but they had both gravitated to the center of Katie's crib and they were asleep, wrapped tightly together. I think they missed each other, you know? No matter how implausible that is,” Blaine smiled.

“It makes perfect sense to me...just proof we did the right thing, you know?” Kurt replied, a smile on his face.

“Yeah. Like we knew we were the right thing, from the first days we spent getting to know one another in my little cabin,” Blaine said wistfully.

“We are, honey....so right. So we can stay out here for a while?” Kurt asked, his eyes getting darker as he took in the sight of his husband in front of him. It took him just a moment to realize Blaine was wiggling out of his clothing.

“Blaine.....” he breathed, hurrying to catch up.