“Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!”

~Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There

“Kurt?” Blaine called as he woke up the next morning, his leg throbbing.

“I'm here, honey. Are you okay?” Kurt asked from his cot beside Blaine.

“My leg hurts...” he said, almost sobbing.

“I'm coming. Here, you push this button to get more medication. They give it to you so you don't have to wait for the nurse. Don't worry, you can't overdose, it's set to only give a certain amount. Okay?” Kurt explained, but he wasn't sure if Blaine understood. He was half asleep and was trying hard not to cry.

“What's wrong? I can't move very well,” he complained.

“You're okay. Here, let me help you with the pain pump. This button, honey. Push it,” he said gently. Blaine wasn't going to like what he had to say next, so Kurt waited a few minutes until the medicine worked and then sat on the bed beside Blaine.

“Baby, they couldn't put a cast on your leg because of the swelling. There is an air cast on the leg, but you are sort of...ah...restrained. The break was pretty bad and they decided to put you in traction. The muscles had been twisted in the cast and were spasming, so they gave you some drugs to stop it and put you in traction to help stop the muscle spasms and reduce the pain. He said you should be good to get out of it by tomorrow or the day after,” Kurt said.

Blaine tried not to let this new information make him cry again. What the hell was the matter with him? He never cried.

“Aw, baby, don't cry. I promise, you'll be fine. It looks like a lot, but they had to do it until they can put a cast back on. Hey, don't keep crying or I won't let you top next time,” Kurt teased. Blaine gave him half a smile and blinked the tears from his eyes.

“Seriously,” Kurt continued, “the crying is a reaction to the morphine. It makes you very talkative in your sleep, too. We have to watch for side effects...like nightmares, so tell me if you start to have bad dreams,” Kurt informed him, kissing him on the cheek.

“What do you mean it makes me talk in my sleep? What did I say?” Blaine asked, a worried look on his face.

“Ah, maybe we should revisit that when you're back home, okay?” Kurt grinned, giving his husband a wink. Blaine blushed, imagining what it was he'd said.

“The nurse will be in soon, but I can get you the things to wash your face and brush your teeth, okay?” Kurt offered and Blaine nodded his head.

After getting his husband cleaned up, Kurt ordered them breakfast and sat on the chair beside the bed. They talked about the surgery and how the doctor had decided to treat him.

“Physical therapy, first in the hospital and then you need to come three days a week for a while...but it depends on how it's doing. You can't have PT until you can have the cast on,” Kurt finished.

“Okay. I think we need to talk about something else,” Blaine said and reached for the morphine pump.

“Yes?”

“About the ownership of Warner Lumber. Kurt, I am so sorry I didn't tell you. It seemed such a big thing...I never really understood it when I was a kid. Mr. Warner put the money in my trust fund and I never gave it much thought. I had everything I needed in life, you know? It wasn't until I came back to work on forest conservation that he told me about Cooper and I owning Mount Russel and part of Mount Carr. It is going to take a lot to get harvesting going on either of those...I did the beginning survey, you know - with you, but it wasn't even a drop in bucket of what we need to do to get harvest started.

“Cooper and I can't split from Mr. Warner, we'd never have the capitol to do it on our own. Cooper has been a foreman for years and knows a lot about the harvest and I know about conservation, but neither of us knows about business. We need to talk with him and it all seemed so big. I was showing you how they harvest the trees so you would have an idea about what we are getting into if we decide to start on Mount Russell. I was setting it up so I could talk to you about the whole thing...I promise, Kurt. I just didn't know how to start.”

Kurt sat and looked over at his husband. He looked scared and sad. Kurt couldn't stand that.

“I do understand. I know you grew up in this wild environment without anyone to teach you how to be a husband. I guess the only role models you had were the Warners, and I don't think they have a very functional relationship. Well, I guess it works for them, but it makes no kind of sense to me. Anyway, I can see where you got off on the wrong foot, not telling me everything and then being scared to say it when the time came. Okay. Is there anything else you're hiding? Because now is the time to let it out,” Kurt said. He wasn't angry anymore, just disappointed that his husband didn't trust him enough to tell him. He sighed and looked over at Blaine.

Blaine reached out a hand and took Kurt's in his, tears in his eyes.

“I love you, baby. I am not perfect and sometimes I make mistakes. Huge ones. But it isn't out of meanness or out of spite. I honestly painted myself into a corner and didn't know how to fix it. Forgive me?”

“Of course I do. I will always forgive you. Besides, now I can redecorate the house in Philomath!” Kurt laughed. Blaine pulled him closer and Kurt stood up, sitting next to Blaine on the bed once more. Blaine pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

“Does this mean I get to top next time?”

Kurt giggled and blushed and then kissed Blaine over and over. He was still kissing him when he heard a throat clear and jumped back.

“Dad! Carole! Ah...hi,” Kurt babbled, embarrassed to be caught making out.

“Hey, Kurt. Are we interrupting something?”

“No, please sit down,” he said, waving a hand at the two chairs. He got up and converted the cot back into a chair for his dad to sit in, then sat back on the bed beside Blaine.

“How are you feeling this morning, Blaine?” Carole asked, smiling at her son-in-law.

“Okay. It hurts, but I'm going to be fine. They had to put it in traction for a while, but I should be back home in a few days,” Blaine said, his voice slurring a bit because of the heavy narcotics.

“Aw, I'm so sorry this happened to you, Blaine. Kurt said you were boxing with your brother? That must have been some match,” Burt commented, looking at the stitches on Blaine's forehead and the black eye.

“You should see the other guy,” Blaine said.

They sat and talked for a few more minutes, Burt kidding Blaine about his fight and Carole trying to stop him.

“Well, Kurt, we came to offer our help. I think we can drive up to your place at Warner Camp and get the grandkids. I know you said Rachel and Finn are watching them, but she needs her rest and those two are a handful, aren't they? Katie and Jordy, not Rachel and Finn,” Burt joked. “I know I haven't seen Jordan yet, but I know Katura and if he is anything like his twin – well, I think Carole and I can take care of them. Plus, then Blaine can see his children. I assume he'll have physical therapy?” Burt asked.

Blaine nodded.

“Well, then you two will be down here in the house, right?”

“Yes, Dad. I think that will be the best for us. I was thinking that even before Blaine hurt his leg again. Thank you. Are you sure you want to go all the way up to our other house? That's a long way to drive.”

“I have all the time in the world. I sold the garage and our house in Kent, and I have moved everything to your house here. We still need to talk rent and expenses, son. Anyway, the children have cribs and everything in the house, so we're all set. Both Carole and I know how to take care of babies, and Katura knows us. We will be fine. I already talked to Cooper and August. I'm driving them back up the mountain and I will bring the twins home. Okay?” Burt said and it sounded final.

Kurt was so relieved, he didn't know what to say. He hugged his father, holding on long after their usual hugs.

“Walk me down to get some coffee, kid. Carole wants to fawn over your husband for a while,” Burt said, a smile at his wife. She moved over to the bed and took Blaine's hand, smiling at him.

“How are things going? I assume from the matching shiner on Cooper's face that he is the 'other guy' Blaine was boxing?” Burt asked as Kurt sat down in the cafeteria with his cup of morning coffee.

“Yeah, they had a big fight and decided to end it with a boxing match. Cooper swept his feet and Blaine fell pretty hard. I don't think Coop meant to hurt him, they were fighting and I think in his anger, Coop forgot Blaine had a broken ankle. It was stupid. August and I stopped them, but it was too late. Then we sat on the porch and drank and then drank some more...and Blaine's leg swelled for a few hours before he tried to stand again. That's when we ended up bringing him here by helicopter,” Kurt told his dad.

“Good thing Mr. Warner is so generous with that thing, isn't it?” Burt said.

“Well, that was part of the problem. It isn't just his. Cooper and Blaine own about half the company and half the land on the three mountains. Want to shake hands with a millionaire?” Kurt asked, holding out his hand.

Burt sat still for a few moments, then looked at Kurt.

“Really? Is that...recent?” Burt asked, not able to wrap his mind around that.

“No. Blaine didn't tell me. Well, not until last night. A lot of secrets spilled last night. That was part of the fight....” Kurt sat and thought about whether he could tell his dad about Cooper and August, but decided they could tell people if they wanted, it wasn't his right to talk about it.

“You look confused, son. Is it anything I can help with?” Burt said gently.

“No, it is just what Blaine and Cooper were fighting about. A secret kept too long that upset Blaine. I can't really go into it, it isn't my story to tell. I think they mended fences, but it was really upsetting to me and then Blaine being back in the hospital, the kids are so far away...” Kurt put his face down into his hand and started to cry.

“Dad, it just seems like we're on this endless merry-go-round of drama and problems and more drama ever since we adopted Katura. I had this vision of us being a quiet, loving family that played with our kids and took long hikes through the woods, having picnics and watching our kids grow up away from dirty cities and away from homophobes and – well, a life that was calmer, you know? In one year we've been to the hospital so many times I know the nurses by their first names. There have been injuries, drama, secrets, medical crap, more drama. Am I ever going to have the quiet life Blaine and I envisioned when we got married?”

“Oh, Kurt. Probably not as long as you have children. Probably not as long as you live in a forest. It just comes with the territory, kid. Life is drama and we can't insulate ourselves from it. But even with all of that – you wouldn't change it, would you? Look at Rachel. She got the big Broadway dream the two of you had been nurturing since junior high, but she worked herself into a heart attack before she was 25, didn't she? Would you trade this life for that?” Burt asked and Kurt shook his head.

“I wouldn't trade my life. I love the twins. Katie and Jordy are my life; they are the sweetest, most loving children ever. And Blaine? You know how I feel about him, Dad. He is my life and he always will be,” Kurt finished, “I just want it to slow down a bit so we can enjoy the babies while they are still babies, you know?” Kurt held his arms out as he began to sob. Burt came closer and took his son into his arms.

“Oh, Kurt. I am so sorry. You are so young to be having these problems. I wish I could wave a magic wand and take them away,” Burt tried to calm his son.

“Oh, Dad. I am young, but not too young to deal with this. It's just been a long night and I didn't get much sleep. I need to get a few things taken care of today. Is it possible that you can drive your car and Carole can follow you back in our car? I need to have transportation. I didn't think of it when we were coming in the helicopter,” he lamented.

“Sure, Kurt. Anything else you need?” Burt asked.

“I'll make a list. Everything will be easy to find. I have my wallet and Blaine's, and our cell phones, but I don't have my keys or a few items of clothing...I'll write it down. Thank you so much, Dad. I love you,” Kurt said, smiling at his father and thanking his lucky stars he had a father like Burt Hummel.

“Now, tell me how you're doing, health-wise. I know the doctor gave you a clean bill of health to come down here, but I need to know everything,” Kurt asked, nailing his dad with a stare. He wasn't going to let the man go without a full report.

For fifteen minutes Burt told Kurt everything. He confirmed that his grumpy behavior was attributable to the condition that made them think he had prostate cancer and both men rejoiced that it was not. Burt had the minimal surgery and was doing well. His heart was doing fine and the congestive heart failure was under control. He was feeling fine and happy he could help Kurt out while having fun with the twins.

They got Carole's coffee and headed back up upstairs to the room.

“Hey, could the angst between Cooper and Blaine have anything to do with him holding hands with August and giving him a good morning kiss?” Burt asked. Kurt stopped.

“What?”

“You heard me. They have been lovey-dovey since last night,” Burt laughed.

“Yes, that was it. I guess Cooper kept their relationship quiet since he was a teenager,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

“You can't judge people, Kurt. I'm sure he had his reasons,” Burt said.

“You're right as usual. It was just a bit shocking...to walk in on them so to speak. Well, we didn't walk in...but we could hear everything through the window.”

“Yeah, I walked by the window of Blaine's cabin that summer I came to get you...” Burt said, giving his son a significant look.

Kurt turned pale, almost white, and walked faster to Blaine's room. He could hear Burt laughing down the hallway.

Back in the hospital room, August was standing by the door when Kurt came in. Kurt gave him a half-hug and August patted his back. Then Kurt turned to Blaine and found Cooper was sitting on the bed, his arms around his brother. Not wanting to disturb the brothers, he went over to sit by Carole.

“Thank you for taking the twins. I miss them and I was worried. I know Rachel and Finn are capable of taking care of them short term, but...” Kurt said, knowing Carole understood.

“We'll get them here and take care of them. You can come home to rest and they will be there, waiting for you. When Blaine is feeling better, we can bring them to see their daddy.”

“You are so kind, Carole. I don't know what I would do with out you,” Kurt admitted and she held out her arms for him to come and hug her.

“I think you need to try to take a nap, baby,” Kurt said, concerned about Blaine. Burt, Carole, August and Cooper had left half an hour ago to go up to the house in Warner Camp to get Katura and Jordan. Blaine was sagged down in the bed, his eyes blinking.

“No, I'm fine,” he articulated carefully, knowing his voice slurred with the pain medication.

“Okay, baby. How about I come sit on the bed and we can cuddle?” Kurt offered. Blaine put out a hand and Kurt slipped off his shoes and got up on the bed. He put his arms around Blaine and they cuddled close, falling asleep in just a few minutes.

The nurse came in to take Blaine's vital signs, but managed to do it without waking him.

“Sleep well, my dear,” she said as she finished up. She really liked Blaine.

Later that evening

“We're doing fine, Kurt. The babies are in their cribs – I brought them downstairs to the bedroom next to ours so I could hear them if they cried,” Carole said.

“Oh, I'm sorry – you should have come to get me. I would have carried them down. Is that good for you?”

“I'm fine. I hope I'm not too old to carry a small crib. Jordan is so cute! He didn't want to leave Rachel. He cried a little, but Katie cooed at him and he seemed fine. I think he'll get used to us pretty soon,” Carole said.

“Can you bring them up tomorrow morning? Blaine needs some cheering up,” Kurt said, standing in the hallway.

“Is he okay?”

“I think he's depressed. The doctor wasn't happy with the way is leg looked and said he'd be in traction for a while. He is upset with his brother and with himself about a misunderstanding we had before we came to the hospital. I keep telling him we're fine, but you know how he likes to dwell on things,” Kurt complained. He was worried.

“I think a visit from these two darlings would be the best thing then,” Carole said, a smile in her voice.

“Thank you, Carole. Oh – dress Katie in her lavender gingham dress with the little bunnies around the hem. Blaine bought that for her and he really likes her in it,” Kurt asked.

“Okay, honey.”

“Thanks, Carole. Bye.”

“It hurts, Kurt,” Blaine said, reaching for the pain button. He pressed it and wilted into the bed. He'd complained about the pain ever since he woke up in the morning and Kurt was getting concerned. Blaine wasn't usually a whiner at all. On the contrary, he would usually hide the fact that he hurt from Kurt.

“I'm sorry, honey. Can I do anything else for you? Water, something to eat?” Kurt offered.

Blaine was still sad and Kurt was worried. They had talked about the company and finances, Cooper and all the things that had been between them. He sat on the bed, his arms around Blaine as his husband dozed off.

Someone knocked on the door and Kurt gently woke his husband up.

“Somebody...well, two somebodies wanted to visit their Tatay,” Carole announced as she placed Jordan on the bed next to Blaine. Blaine's face lit up and his smile spread across his face.

“Jordy, I missed you,” Blaine cooed at his son, taking him into his arms and giving him a kiss on his hair. Jordan looked up at his father and grinned, holding onto his hospital gown to try and stand up.

“Tatay!” he squealed. He had missed his daddies. Rachel and Finn were nice and he was getting used to his grandparents, but he missed his parents. He laughed when Blaine tickled his tummy. Kurt sat down next to Blaine with Katie on his lap. Katie reached out to Blaine and Blaine smiled again. Kurt sighed with a smile on his face, too. It was good to see Blaine smile again.

“Tat! Tat!” Katie giggled, anxious to be on his lap, too. She struggled to get away from Kurt, then threw herself onto Blaine's lap, bumping his hurt leg.

“Arrrrrggghhh!” Blaine howled, letting go of Jordan to grasp his leg. The shift of his weight when Katura landed on him pulled it away from the traction and the pain traveled up his leg like a live electric wire. He paled and tried to stop howling, knowing it would scare the twins. Jordan and Katie burst into tears, scared of the sounds coming from their tatay. Kurt grabbed Katie and passed her to Carole, then gave Jordy to Burt before putting his arms around Blaine and hugging him close. He hit the nurse call button, though the screams of Blaine and the twins no doubt carried down the corridor.

“Oh, Jordy, sweetheart, it's okay...Tatay is okay, honey,” Burt cooed at his grandson, rocking him in his arms to calm down the fretful boy. Carole was doing the same with Katie and they calmed down quickly.

“Blaine?” the nurse said, coming to the bedside and looking from the children to her patient.

“Katie fell on his lap and pushed his leg. I think it jerked in the traction and he screamed. Is it okay?” Kurt asked, worry apparent on his face.

“Let me check...” Nurse Maggie said, stepping down to the end of the bed and checking the settings against what was written in the orders she was looking at on the computer.

“Baby, are you all right?” Kurt asked as the nurse took the button to the morphine pump and pushed it to be sure Blaine had all the help he could get.

“It's out of sinc. Falling on your leg must have pulled the traction line. I will get an orthopedic doctor in here right away to get it set back on track, okay, Blaine?” Nurse Maggie promised. She stepped from the room to make the call.

“It hurts,” Blaine said, hiding his face in Kurt's neck for a few moments before gathering himself and sitting back against his pillows. “Come back, Katie. Tatay is okay now,” he said, though Kurt noticed his teeth were gritting in his attempt to not show his pain. He took Katie from Carole and held the girl on his lap so as not to disturb Blaine any more than necessary. She put her hands out to try and get Blaine to pick her up, but Kurt kept a firm hold on her waist.

“Aw, baby girl. I missed you. How was it with Auntie Rachel?” he asked, knowing the babies loved their new-found aunt and uncle.

“Ray? Ray?” the girl cooed, looking around her.

“I know you had a good time with them,” Blaine continued. “What about you, Jordy?”

Jordan looked up from his grandpa's lap and smiled at his tatay. He was a lot more easy-going than Katie and sat still.

They talked to their children a few more minutes when a skinny girl came in the room. She looked to be about 15 years old.

“Blaine Hummel-Anderson?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Hello, I'm Dr. Melissa Channing from the orthopedic department. Nurse Maggie said you needed your traction reset?”

“Yes, it came undone, sort of,” Kurt said, looking sceptically at the young woman. Could she be old enough to be a doctor, much less an orthopedic specialist?

“Dr. Sanderford will be here in just a few minutes. I am a resident with the department and he is going to let me observe. Traction isn't used very much anymore, so it is rare to be able to observe. Is that okay with you, Mr. Hummel-Anderson?”

“Sure, I don't mind,” Blaine said. He was looking tired.

Just as he was settling down, someone came into the room.

“Blaine!” Puck shouted, coming over to his bed. “Hi, Kurt. Oh! Burt, Carole, good to see you. Katie, Jordan, how are you two?” he enthused.

“Puck, good to see you,” Blaine said.

“Noah, how did you know Blaine was here?” Kurt asked, surprised to see his friend.

“I called Finn to tell him I was on my way to the hospital and when I couldn't get ahold of him, I called Carole,” Puck said, smiling at Carole.

“I hope that was okay,” Carole said.

“Of course,” Blaine smiled.

“Why were you on your way to the hospital?” Kurt asked.

“Oh...Lenore! She is in labor! We've been here for a couple of hours. She told me to get out and go take a walk for a while. They are doing the epidural and she wanted me to leave while they did that. I need to go back, but I wanted to check in on Blaine,” he explained as he went over and took Katie in his arms, hugging the little girl.

“Is Lenore doing okay?” Blaine asked, looking more concerned than Kurt thought he should be.

“Yeah. I mean, she's in pain but the epidural should take care of that. Looks like a few more hours,” Puck said. “I promised I would be back in a few – she wants me there for the whole thing. Her mother is on her way, too. I guess I can come back up later, after I become a daddy!”

“Congratulations, Noah, wish Lenore well from all of us,” Kurt said.

Puck had just left when another doctor entered the room.

“Hello, Blaine. I hear you aren't doing so well this evening,” Dr. Sanderford said, walking over to shake Blaine's hand. He looked at the traction apparatus and shook his head. “Have you been doing acrobatics with my equipment?”

“Not exactly...it was my daughter, actually,” he answered, pointing at Katura who gurgled at her tatay.

“We need to get these two home for bed,” Burt said, standing to shake the doctor's hand. “Burt Hummel, I'm Blaine's father-in-law. I will let him explain what happened.”

He held Jordan for Blaine to kiss goodbye, then Kurt let Katura get her kiss and handed her to Carole.

“I'll see you out to the elevator,” Kurt said, walking with his dad and Carole. He kissed the babies goodnight and went back to be with Blaine.

“Okay, Blaine has updated me on what happened. I think we might be able to leave the traction on just a few more days. I'm bringing the....oh, here it is now. We need an X-ray to see what's going on with the leg before I decide what needs to be done,” the doctor said.

Technicians got Blaine settled into the right position and took several X-rays. The doctor and his resident looked them over and the doctor started setting up the traction once again.

“It doesn't look as if your daughter did anything too significant to your leg. I am setting it back into traction because I don't like the look of the muscle yet. I don't want it to start cramping during the night and the traction will stop that. I will be in tomorrow afternoon and we can make some decisions. If all goes the way it should, we can expect to get a cast on that leg again and then talk about sending you home to those two adorable babies, okay, Blaine?”

“Sounds good doctor,” Blaine said.

“How is the pain?” Dr. Sanderford asked.

“I'm doing fine.”

“No, he isn't,” Kurt interrupted. He explained to the doctor about the pain levels going up and how Blaine was having trouble not bursting into tears. He told the doctor how often he was complaining about the pain, too.

“Blaine? Is this true?” the doctor asked. Blaine nodded reluctantly.

“Okay. I will increase the dosage for a few days, but let me know if it doesn't do the job. There are other tings we can try,” Dr. Sanderford said.

“You mad at me?” asked Kurt when the doctors had left and the nurse had come to reset the morphine pump.

“No, not really. I guess I should have come clean with the doctor. I just hate admitting I hurt,” Blaine pouted. Kurt kissed his cheek.

“I want you to feel better. You can't rest if you're spending all your strength fighting the pain, Blaine. You know that from when I broke my leg,” Kurt scolded.

“Yeah, I guess I do know that. Thank you, honey, for taking care of me,” he said.

They sat and watched a movie on the television, but it wasn't long before Blaine fell asleep.

It was almost a week before Blaine was able to leave the hospital, a bright blue cast on his leg. He came home to the house in Philomath to stay for a while. The house was better for him because it didn't make him think every day about being out in the forest and because Kurt had a lot of work to do at his office concerning the drawings of the Visitor's Center.

Burt and Carole had settled into the house and were loving not having to go to work every day. Burt still did the books and inventory for his Auto Shop, but Puck ran it and was the main mechanic. His motorcycle business brought in a lot of new customers and they had never had better business.

Jordan and Katura were overjoyed to have their parents home. Blaine kept either to his bed or on the sofa for a while, his leg still hurting quite a bit. He went to physical therapy three days a week and it was getting better.

Kurt was holed up in his room, working feverishly to do the changes on the architectural drawings for the State Park Visitor's Center that he had worked out with Mr. Church. He spent a lot of time at the office downtown in the days before he presented the finished drawings to their client.

“Blaine!” Kurt shouted as he walked in the front door. He rushed in the front room to pull Blaine into his arms.

“Kurt?”

“Blaine! The client loved the plans! He approved all of them with no revisions at all! That never happens. Mr. Church was so happy he gave me a huge bonus!” Kurt crowed, jumping up and down on the sofa next to Blaine.

“Ow!” Blaine yelped, his leg hurting from being jostled.

“Oh! Sorry,” Kurt apologized as he stopped cold and stood up. “I forgot.”

“I'm fine. I'm so happy for you,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt into his lap and giving him a big kiss.

“So, get ready – we're going out to dinner!” Kurt said.

“Congratulations, Kurt,” Burt said, walking into the room with Katie in his arms. Jordan was following, toddling on unsteady legs as he followed his grandpa. Kurt held out his hands and his son came over to be picked up. Kurt cuddled him on his lap, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

“Hi, Jordy. How is my little guy today? Did you have fun with Tatay and Grandpa?” he asked.

“Papa,” Jordy said. Pointing at Burt.

“Yes, Papa. How about you, Miss Katura?” Kurt asked. Smiling up at his daughter.

“Dada! Dada! Papa. Kitty,” she said, not having mastered verbs yet.

“Did you play with Figaro? Did he let you near him today?” Kurt asked. The cat that he and Blaine had gotten as a present from Noah years ago was still living at the house. Grandma Sophie had taken care of him while they lived there and then Carole took over. They found they couldn't keep her at the house in the mountains because between wild animals and Balto, he wasn't safe.

“Lenore and Puck came over with Anthony today,” Blaine told his husband. “He sure is a cute little guy.”

“Oh, I didn't want to miss that. Maybe we can go visit them this weekend?” Kurt said.

“Sounds good,” Blaine smiled. “Heard from Carole?”

“She is having a great time with Finn and Rachel. She loves your house up there and I guess they spent the day walking all over the woods. Cooper came over and took them for a long hike today,” Burt said.

“So, what about dinner? I can get the kids ready,” Blaine offered, getting to his feet and swaying a bit before he got his balance. He had to use crutches this time instead of having a walking cast because of the damage done to his leg.

“No, no. It's almost their bedtime. I fed them already, I can just get them into bed and have a nice quiet evening to watch the game,” Burt smiled, glad to have an evening to himself.

“You sure, Dad? We can all celebrate together you know,” Kurt said, looking at his dad and trying to assess if the man really wanted some time to himself.

“No. These two spent an hour trying to climb into Puck's lap and see the baby. It was hilarious, but it did tire them out. No, I want some time to myself. You take your husband out to a great celebratory meal and I will see you later,” Burt said with finality.

“Okay. I'll help you get them bathed and into bed while Blaine gets dressed,” Kurt offered and picked up Jordan to take him to the bathtub. Burt followed with Katie.

~

“This is lovely!” Blaine said, smiling at Kurt as they sat eating h'orderves and sipping the champagne Kurt had picked out.

“It has been a long time since we ate a nice dinner out. That was nice of Dad to offer to watch the twins for us,” Kurt said, smiling back at Blaine.

“When do they start work on the Visitor's Canter?” Blaine asked.

“Next month. They want me to be available for consultation, but other than that I'm free as a bird for a while. Mr. Church said I can come in Monday and look over a few other projects to see if I want to take one of them, or I can take a bit of time off. My call,” Kurt said.

“And what do you want to do?”

“Maybe take some time off. I never did take the paternity time I was allowed, so he suggested I do that,” Kurt looked at Blaine to see what he thought.

“I like that idea. I can't work for a few months because of the break and torn ligament, so we can just have some fun with the kids,” Blaine said.

“Then let's do that.”

They toasted and drank down their glasses of champagne.