A lot changed the next semester. I applied for a new dorm room – a double so I could share with Kurt. I told the headmaster how much Kurt had been able to help me with my grades, especially French, while I was making math make sense to him. I also told the headmaster that the Hummels could not afford to keep Kurt there much longer if I couldn't find a way to help, so he let me pay for the room and only charged them the difference, which wasn't very much. We moved into the room before many people were back, so it was easy to keep Rolf a secret.

The days of the next few months all melted together, going to class, and spending the late afternoons helping whichever twin missed class that day. We continued to sleep all together, in a sort of cuddly pile of boys. As time went on, I kept worrying about possible jealousy or other problems, but they didn't occur. I'm not saying every single thing was perfect, we are human, but mostly it was kindness and cuddles and amazing sex.

It wasn't until spring break that I finally got an invitation to go home and spend a week with the Hummel-Hudsons. I was a little nervous, but that was nothing to what the twins were experiencing. We had a long talk first. They told me their father would never condone the two of them sharing a lover. He wouldn't even condone one of them with a lover, so we told Burt I was their friend, which was true.

The first time I walked in the door, I was greeted by Finn. I had met him before, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He had a grin on his face and shook my hand. His mother was next, introduced herself as Carole and gave me a hug. I told you this family was a little overboard on the whole hugging thing. We sat down to a delicious lunch and just as we were about to eat, Burt walked in.

“Sorry I'm late, I had to wait for a customer. Good to have you join us, Blaine,” he said. He had a great smile. We ate and after eating we played cards. Lucky for me, this was a pass time in my own family, so I was familiar with most of the games: Bid Whist, Bridge, Spades, Hearts, and Pinochle. I teamed with Kurt and Rolf teamed with Burt for a game of Pinochle and we wiped the floor with them. It had been a while since I'd played, so it was a load of fun.

We played until late and when it was time for bed, I was wondering what Burt would say, but he just asked if the twins needed more blankets to set up the sofa in their room for me.

We got ready, all of us wearing those silk pajamas that Kurt must buy wholesale because he must own two dozen pairs in every shade of the rainbow. I was wearing my favorite reddish-brown, the color of a fox's fur, Kurt was in forest green and Rolf in dark rich gold. If nothing else, we did look good. Haha...too bad the lights were out at night so nobody could appreciate us.

I started the night on the sofa, the boys in their bed. They had a queen sized bed, having never slept apart in their lives. As soon as snoring was being heard from upstairs, they were tugging me into bed with them. Rolf fell asleep first, he'd been nursing a cold, and Kurt and I were left to whisper to each other since we couldn't fall asleep.

This was one of the problems I could see happening, and I had so far been able to avoid it. But here we were, all in bed together and used to having access to each other's bodies. Was it wrong for just Kurt and I to be making out if Rolf was asleep? I didn't want any jealousy, but I did want to kiss Kurt. I had to have this talk with them, and soon. In the mean time, I asked Kurt if he thought it was okay and he said Rolf wouldn't mind, he could join if he woke up.

I was just kissing Kurt, slow and gentle, lazy kisses on his warm lips. He had his arms around me, my pajama shirt unbuttoned and his hands inside stroking my sides. Now, I'm terribly ticklish – especially over my ribs – and I was trying not to giggle. I have the most girlish giggle you ever heard. Anyway, I decided to retaliate and was tickling Kurt's foot, holding his ankle and he was kicking at me to stop me. I guess it was a bit louder than I realized because we woke up Rolf, who joined in. Tickling turned to fondling and before we realized it, we were hot and heavy, our wandering hands and tongues busy.

I heard a gasp from the doorway and looked up to see Finn standing there. I stopped dead, desperately trying to figure out a way to explain us to him. Rolf noticed first, and his hand went to Kurt's cheek, turning his head. We all sat there, half naked and our lips kiss-swollen as we looked at Finn, who was looking as us with wide eyes.

“Finn!” Kurt whisper-shouted and was off the bed, holding his wrist to stop him from escaping before we could speak to him.

He followed his step-brother to the bed, sitting down and just looking from one to the other of us.

“Finn, we can explain,” Rolf started, but then just sat there. He meant well, but like the rest of us, he had no idea what to say. I pulled my pajama shirt back on and buttoned it, but neither twin bothered.

“Are you guys.......all....ah...?” Finn said, not exactly articulately. He looked at me. “Blaine? Are you with BOTH of them?”

“Yes.” I said, have I mentioned I'm not good at lying. Ever.

“But, how can you date two guys? Aren't you, jealous or something?” he asked, turning his eyes to Kurt and Rolf who sat holding each other for comfort.

“No. We're fine with it. We've been together for a while now and it works for us,” Rolf said.

“You don't understand, Finn, nobody does. But things are different with Rolf and me. This is what is right for us. Rolf and I are lost without each other, and Blaine understands that,” Kurt said, in a voice that was pleading Finn to try to understand.

He sat quietly for a few minutes. Then he shook his head again.

“Okay, I do get it. I know you two are different than most people. Even most twins. I do understand, Kurt. Rolf. I guess it was a wee bit shocking to see the three of you...ah...doing that, but now that I think about it, I understand. I won't judge you. Or you,” he said, looking at me.

I sighed with relief. I sincerely believed that we were doing nothing wrong. If I thought it would hurt either of the twins, I wouldn't do it, but I could see how good we all were together. The twins were overjoyed at what Finn said, and he got his arms up just in time to catch Rolf as he jumped in Finn's lap to give him a platonic kiss, Kurt right behind. They thanked him for keeping their secret and he was grinning at them as they settled back on the bed.

“I think I need to talk to you, though,” he said, big brother mode in full force. They looked up at him with serious eyes and I could tell that they were used to listening to him.

“Rolf, Kurt. It could have been somebody else that walked through that door. It might have been Rachel, or my mom, or...your dad. Then what? Do you think any one of them would be understanding? And from the casual way you were all intertwined, I am guessing there is more to your relationship than what I saw. Are you sure you wouldn't have gotten carried away and been caught doing something more?”

Both of them blushed to their hairlines. I wasn't far behind them, from the hot flash I was feeling in my face. I was already mortified at being caught kissing and petting by their step-brother, the thought of being caught with toys or in the act of a threesome by their father was suicide in my mind.

“I'm going to bed now, but try to keep the fooling around to a minimum, and I will do what I can to help you out. I love you guys. And if they love you, Blaine, you're family to me, too.” Finn smiled that big goofy smile of his and I felt instantly better.

We kept the activity to a minimum the rest of the week, although we did continue to sleep in the same bed. Having to abstain for a week made getting back to our dorm room a major celebration, though. It was just a day back and then the second week of spring break we spent at my folks' house. It was different, to say the least. I had a room on the top floor and Cooper and Sammy shared the second floor. Mom and Dad had rooms in the west wing. There were three bedrooms on the top floor and each had a queen size bed in it, so I made up one for the twins and mine for me, but of course I slept with them. I could lock the door to the stairway and since I'd been doing that all my life, nobody noticed.

The first day was eventful. Nobody had met Kurt or Rolf, so I came in the foyer to see my big brother standing there in his Brooks Brothers' suit – what I liked to refer to as his “lawyer suit” since he had graduated from Yale Law School. It was nice to see him, even though we had a rough relationship when we were kids, him being a bossy person and twelve years my senior. He put out his hand in the most polished snobbery school fashion, but the twins were used to people like that and it didn't phase them a bit. Rolf stood up taller and put out his hand, saying hello and all the appropriate greetings and Kurt followed suit. I could see Cooper was impressed as his eyes took in every detail of their fashionable designer clothing. He smiled, which was not often par for the course, which made me a happy guy indeed. I figured we needed to have all the friends we could get.

Samantha was a little bit easier, being more laid back. She showed up in the main hall at the bottom of the larger staircase, dressed in her signature bikini that left very little to the imagination. It was covered by a see-through robe that covered nothing and her long flowing hair was curling down her back in all it's shining glory. She set her huge golden eyes on the boys, blinking in her flirty manner with her rose petal complexion accentuated by the tiniest bit of make up. Sammy was used to men following her down the street, mesmerized by her beauty, although you could never call her vain. She had a sweet disposition to go with her looks.

It was just plain funny to see her flirting, but Kurt nor Rolf paid the slightest attention to her. They were as polite to her as they were to Cooper, but there was no drooling or lust-filled eyes for Sammy to deflect and she was at a loss. Poor kid. I wasn't going to explain it to her.

She asked if we wanted to swim for a while before lunch and we agreed, Cooper saying he would join us.

Both of the twins loved to exercise, from yoga to jogging, swimming laps to lifting weights, they enjoyed using their bodies. So, they were both toned and beautiful to look at. I was just as active, fencing, polo, and boxing being my three favorites. I hadn't been in the bright sunlight with Kurt and Rolf before, just in the dim dorms, so when I followed them down to the pool, I was wearing a robe. We went outside to sit by the pool to wait for the others. Sammy came next with a new bikini, this one white to show off her tanned skin. She had on big sunglasses and a huge smile. She walked her best hip-swinging sexy walk just in front of the twins. They acknowledged her, but did not stare as she was used to. I had stopped to speak to Cooper in the hallway and we came out together. He was deeply tanned, which showed off his cornflower blue eyes and bright smile. He was really toned with great washboard abs and I took off my robe as we walked in front of the chairs where Kurt and Rolf were sitting. It was great...they had not expected to see two men walk so close and look so good...and they showed their interest. But the look of stark shock on Sammy's face as she realized she had all the wrong equipment was hilarious!!

Despite getting off on the wrong foot, we had a great time swimming. Coop warmed up to Kurt and Rolf in a big way when they found out how many things they had in common, and Sammy never met anyone she didn't love. We splashed around in the water, the twins took turns diving and we played Marco Polo like little kids. Late in the afternoon, we heard the doors on the patio open and my parents came through, dressing to swim and we had a few more hours of fun in the pool.

My dad took us all out to eat and we came home, tired to the bone and all went to our bedrooms. I remembered the embarrassing encounter with Finn, and kept my door locked.

I was up early, sitting by myself in the kitchen and eating a piece of toast with marmalade when Cooper came in. He was dressed in his lazy day-vacation attire (meaning anything not Brooks Brothers) and sat down next to me.

“Okay, I can't figure it out.” he said, looking at me with quizzical eyes.

“Figure what out?” I asked.

“Which one is it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in a funny manner. I laughed.

“Huh?”

“Which twin is the one you've given your heart to?” he asked.

“What makes you think I've done that? I never said a word, their family had me as their guest last week, it was only polite for me to extend the same invitation to them.”

“No, you can't get by with that. Sammy and I talked it over last night. She thinks it's Rolf. I know it's Kurt. So spill, which one is it you're dating?” he said in his take-no-prisoners tone. “Because you know if you don't tell me, she's going to get it out of them. She was headed up there when I was started down the stairs just a little while ago,” he said.

I was up and pounding up all three floors as fast as my legs would run. Coop was just behind me. I went in their room just in time to see two chestnut haired heads with huge blue-gray eyes disappear under the blankets, an angry sister tapping her foot as she used her best interrogation skills on them.

“Sammy! Leave my guests alone!” I shouted, as I sat on the bed between the boys, who were tangled together in fear. They didn't have a sister and had no idea how to deal with her.

“All I want to know is which one you're dating!” she said in her most innocent manner. I knew better, Coop and I didn't call her 'The Terminator” for nothing.

“Oh, I could never choose between them, so I am doing them both, of course!” I said in my most fake-seductive voice. Kurt and Rolf whipped their heads around to stare at me, but Sammy just smirked.

“Okay, so maybe you aren't dating either of them. You don't have to be ridiculous you know.” and she flounced out. Cooper had walked into my room, just strolling around until Sammy was done with her drama. He came back with a very knowing look on his face, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, clapped me on the shoulder and left without a word. It took me a minute to understand his actions, but it came clear. He had walked in my room – with my bed that had not been slept in since I got there. I worried for a few days, but he never said a word so I began to know that he understood.

The worst time we had was the beginning of summer. Kurt and Rolf had been invited to a party with their former Glee club and were anxious to attend. It was a nice party, meeting some of the people I'd met before and some I had only heard about. They were all in Rachel's basement, everyone having had a drink or two. A pretty girl came in and several people smiled at her. She was tall with her long dark hair in waves as she walked down the stairs arm in arm with a pert little blonde. They were introduced as Santana and Brittany.

“Kurt, Rolf!” she smiled, “How are my favorite pair of Prancing Ponies?!”

She looked over at them, grinning until her eyes fell on me. We locked eyes, and I couldn't break the stare if I tried. Her eyes got big and her mouth hung open for a moment. Kurt cringed, apparently realizing what was about to happen, and got up to rush to her side to somehow keep her from speaking. It didn't work very well, but at least her words didn't go as far as the whole room.

“You, hobbit!” she said to me,”You're doing them both, aren't you!!”

I jumped, how could she know?

“Oh, hobbit...do you do them together? Wankey!!” she grinned, looking me up and down. I felt like a side of beef at the market. “If they can't keep up, sweetheart, I could go back to doing boys for a night. I'll bring Brittany along if you want.”

We left that party very early.

The school year went pretty smoothly, considering everything. Kurt and Rolf kept their secret until the very end when I talked them into telling the headmaster. I had a trust fund from my grandfather and the tuition to Dalton was well within my means. I went to the headmaster and we talked it over, then I asked Kurt and Rolf to accompany me to his office. There was a bit of a struggle but long story short, they were allowed to take the finals and both graduated. I told them it was an investment, not a loan, since I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them.

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Fast forward fifteen years. We were living in the East Village in New York. I got home from the work to find my children running down the hall to jump into my arms. It was Christmas Eve and I had been out shopping after work, so I was both late and tired. But all of that went by the wayside when I saw my children, who could have asked for a better family? Both of the kids had chestnut hair and blue-gray eyes, beautiful porcelain skin and a quiet but sweet personalities. April and Matthew got down and led me into the living room, to push me down on the sofa so they could sit in my lap. I got covered with kisses and hugged on both sides. I lapped up the affection, of course.

From the kitchen came a sound of someone getting dishes from the cupboard. I was listening to that and didn't hear the man sneaking up behind me from the bedroom. The next thing I knew, hands were covering my eyes and the kids were chanting, “Guess who, guess who?”

I know they loved this game, and both of them had trouble telling Kurt and Rolf apart if caught unprepared. I had never guessed wrong, even once, and the kids were just waiting for the day....

I leaned back a little, moving closer to the man, sniffing unobtrusively.

“Kurt,” I smiled. He and Rolf had a different scent – Kurt more like spring grass, Rolf more vanilla and lavender.

“He's right, Papa Kurt,” they giggled.

“He always is, munchkins,” Kurt said, kissing my cheek. He leaned down to pick up the baby from where he'd set her in her bouncy swing.

Rolf walked in from the kitchen, smelling like mousaka. My mouth watered. We took turns cooking dinner, but we all knew Rolf was the real chef in the house. He leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed me on the other cheek. We went in to dinner, thankful for our family.

After dinner, Leah, the baby, was asleep in her crib, having had her bottle snuggled in Papa Kurt's arms. He ran his fingers through her mop of silky black curls until she fell asleep. Papa Rolf took her from Kurt's arms and had put her to bed, each of us kissing her little head.

After putting the kids to bed with promises of Santa in the morning, we went to our bedroom, getting our pajamas on. We still wore silk ones, still loving the sumptuous feel of the decadent fabric. I slid under the sheets, tired from a long day of rehearsal at the theater. I was directing a new play – a musical of course. Kurt designed costumes for several theaters and Rolf worked as a lyricist. We were all doing what we loved in life, and we were still together after all those years. Leah, April, and Matthew were ours by surrogate. We mixed Kurt and Rolf's sperm and so we didn't know which was the actual father to April or Matt, but all of us thought of the children as ours. Leah, with her curly hair and golden hazel eyes had my DNA, but like the older kids, she was ours.

I know what you're wondering. It's okay, everyone wonders about it, with the three children and all. Even though this was New York, we didn't get married. How could we have accomplished that? I could never make a decision to love one twin more than the other, and they never wanted to be parted. What started in the womb wasn't something that should be changed if they didn't want it is my opinion. Separating the three of us never made sense, we all loved each other equally. Their family didn't seem to have a problem with it, treating us with the same love as they did Finn and Rachel and their brood of children. As for my folks, I don't know what they think, they have never ventured an opinion. But we have been together since our junior year of high school, and we are as happy today as we were then.

We had all attended college in New York, sharing an apartment together. Our relationship was tolerated by some, but embraced by all those who knew and loved us. If it was unconventional, the thoughts of that went away with time and closeness and we hadn't heard any negative thoughts about it in years. We were not, as in high school, joined together all the time. I often went out with Kurt to just walk in the park or stargaze or go dancing while Rolf stayed home with the children. Just as often I went with Rolf to play handball, watch a polo match, or see an art gallery while Kurt was home. Kurt and Rolf got their turn to go and I stayed home. It was pretty evenly matched, and I don't think there was any resentment – or if there was I never saw any evidence of it. Of course, we did have our arguments, and I had worried for a long time that when the fights might happen that the twins would join forces against me, but that never happened. We sat down before we started college and agreed that it would not be fair to any of us if there were to be any ganging up two against one, and so it was. If Rolf and I were having a row, Kurt stepped out of the room until we had resolved it. And so it was for all of us, and it worked well. That was Burt's idea, and you all know what a wise man he is.

We went to bed that Christmas Eve, thoughts in our heads of the first Christmas Eve we had spent together.

“Blainey, move over, honey,” Kurt said, scooting over close to me and Rolf got in behind him. I closed my eyes, and Kurt cuddled against me. I leaned down to bring his face closer, placing my mouth softly on his lips. I could kiss those plump pink lips all day. Rolf snuggled against Kurt's back, rubbing his cheek on Kurt's shoulder blade, his hand coming over Kurt's waist to find mine and we twined our fingers together.

We talked for a while, relating our days' events, complementing Rolf on his dinner, discussing the kids. It was the perfect time to wind down. We all had Christmas off, of course, so we were looking forward to sleeping in. Then Burt, Carole, Finn, Rachel, their children, and all of my family were getting together.

Rolf got out of bed and came back with three glasses and a bottle of wine. We sat in bed, drinking to us. It wasn't just Christmas Eve, it was our fifteenth anniversary of being together. Drinking and toasts led to kissing, which led to undressing, and before we knew it we were all tangled together, just like the first time.

Both Rolf and Kurt had been doing yoga since they were teens and they got me to take lessons so now we had been doing it for fifteen years. Needless to say, we were very flexible. I shed my tiredness like a cloak as I felt Rolf stroking my thighs, just gentle little strokes of his fingers. Kurt was doing the same thing to my arms, he loved to touch my biceps and trailed kisses down to my inner wrist. I sighed in contentment because they knew me so well. A kiss to my wrist was foreplay to me and I couldn't get enough of it. I used to put a tiny bit of vanilla extract on my wrists to entice them to kiss there.

As we became more aroused, we settled on a pattern for lovemaking this night...we were lying on the bed in a triangle, me sucking on Kurt's cock, Kurt on Rolf's and Rolf on mine. It wasn't typical for us to do the same thing to each other at the same time, but it seemed to work tonight. I was getting so hard, and decided to up the ante by getting some lube to use to finger Kurt as I sucked. It was like a chain reaction as he did the same to Rolf and finally Rolf to me. It would have been funny if it wasn't so hot.

I was panting, trying to get some traction to stay on the bed because we were slipping towards the edge. Kurt was probably too far gone to notice given the noises he was making, so I caught Rolf's eye and we backed off a little to concentrate on Kurt. Rolf let go of me and turned to help me with Kurt. He turned his brother so he was in a yoga position that I could enter him with Rolf being able to do the same. This was awkward in high school, but years of strengthening exercises made it easy. Kurt was face down on top of me and I slid in easily, pulling out and pushing back a few times. Rolf got on top and joined me as we stretched Kurt to his limit – Rolf waiting for me to pull out so we could enter together. Kurt was wailing by then, but there was no danger of waking the kids. This used to be the music room and it was soundproof. (Yes, we had baby monitors so we could hear the kids). With Kurt's cock between us, he had plenty of stimulation and I reached forward to kiss him as he stopped for air. I could hear Rolf humming in excitement as we drew each other closer to climax. I have to say, for our age, thirty-two, we were in good shape, but got tired a lot sooner than we did at seventeen. I knew how to angle to make it feel the best for Kurt, and I worked towards this, pushing harder and faster. I had to stop kissing him to keep breathing, and panted out my moans as I got closer and closer. We had no need to say anything, each of us knowing when the others were close. It wasn't long before we were coming, moaning and calling to each other. We lay still after that, catching our collective breath.

One of the best things about our house was the bathroom that joined our bedroom. It had a huge shower and tub, plus a jacuzzi that all three of us could fit in. We had given this as a gift to ourselves on our tenth anniversary – we had to sacrifice a whole bedroom to have a space big enough for the jacuzzi. We cleaned off in the shower, then ended up relaxing in the jacuzzi. It had been a long and strange road for the three of us, but we met each and every bump with solidarity and love for each other and now we felt at the top of our game. We had careers we loved, we were blessed with three beautiful and intelligent children, and the best thing of all was that we had each other to love and sustain us for the rest of our lives.

Back in bed, we snuggled together, goodnight kisses and whispered sweetness shared as always.

“Goodnight, my loves.”

“Happy Anniversary, and many more to come.”

“And a very merry Christmas to all.”

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MERRY CHRISTMAS