Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and read this story, it really means a lot. Also, I am really sorry for how long this has taken exam period truly sucks and I really didn't want to post something I'd just rushed through. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think.

New Year's Eve

"Dad, come on! We're going to be late," Kurt whined, sticking his head round the door to his Dad and Carole's bedroom, shooting Burt a dirty look when he took in the flannel shirt he was wearing. "Really Dad, you're really going with that outfit?"

Burt chuckled softly, pulling Kurt into the room and holding him close. "Kid, breathe, it's just Blaine's house. Everything will be fine."

"You have no idea what you're letting yourself in for, I just hope that the chef is still on staff for this meal or we're all going to die," Kurt muttered dramatically as he left the room, Burt's chuckles following him down the corridor.

"I know that we've dropped Blaine off before and that house is huge, but just how rich are his family to actually have a chef on staff?" Carole questioned, battling with Finn's hair while the teenager fought to push her hands away.

Watching his stepbrother act like a toddler before finally diving out of his Mother's arms, Kurt shook his head in wonderment, smiling softly at Carole. "Ludicrously so, are you and Dad just staying for the meal or are you going to stay over?"

"Just the meal, then we're heading over to the Berry's New Years party so you kids can have some fun."

"Fair enough. Even I'm a bit scared of how wild this could get," Kurt cringed, fully able to imagine the older Anderson brothers attempting to ply the younger ones with alcohol judging by how much he had learned about them in the last week.

Carole gave him a funny look, "Hmmm, I never really saw Blaine as a party animal, but I guess if Cooper's there anything can happen."

Kurt laughed slightly guiltily, "Oh you're in for a surprise Carole," He grinned, ducking out of the room to gather coats in an attempt to avoid her curious look.

"Can we go already?" Finn whined, looking forlornly out of the window, "Blaine promised me like five courses and extras and then it's party time," Finn laughed, ushering the chuckling Burt and Carole out of the door to where Kurt was already waiting ready to hand them jackets.

"Oh boy," Kurt whispered as they pulled into the long driveway, the brothers' battalion of cars parked proudly around the outside of it.

"Is that an Aston Martin?" Finn yelped, his face pressed up against the glass, mouth dropped in awe. Kurt simply whined and buried his face in his hands; it was going to be an extremely long night at this rate. "I have to see that up close!" As soon as Burt stopped the car Finn was out like a shot, wandering around the silver car as he gave it a once over.

"Get away from that before you break something," Kurt hissed, appearing at Finn's side and reaching up to grab his ear to drag him away from the expensive car.

"Take it for a spin if you like?"

The stepbrothers turned simultaneously to find Bentley leaning against the doorframe smirking, Cooper already ushering Burt and Carole into the house. Kurt's eyes widened and he started to shake his head rapidly, Bentley descending the few stairs in the front of the house, car keys in hand.

"Come on baby, let your brother have some fun," Bentley sniggered, leaning in and pecking Kurt's cheek as he handed Finn the keys with a wink.

Grabbing Bentley's collar, Kurt pulled the boy back towards him, glaring at him, "If you want that car wrapped around a pole, you're probably going the right way about it, now take the keys back. Now."

Squeaking, Bentley nodded rapidly, Kurt now grabbing his ear along with Finn's dragging the two towards the house where Noah and Elijah were waiting, laughing loudly at the trio.

"Kurt, Kurt this is sibling abuse!" Finn whined, still trailing Kurt, whimpering when Kurt simply tugged his ear harder, "And I'm pretty sure there's a name for abusing Blaine like that too."

"Abusing me like what now?" Blaine questioned, wandering down the stairs looking genuinely intrigued. Kurt instantly released the two that he was holding onto, rushing to Blaine's side and capturing his mouth, muffling Blaine's greetings. The slightly shorter teenager smiled into the kiss, winding his arms around Kurt's shoulders, drawing him closer.

"Ewwww," Finn and Bentley muttered, glancing to each other with startled expressions.

"Get over it," Kurt snapped turning round, so that Blaine's arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, where he was still stood one step above Kurt. His hazel eyes surveyed the room in amusement, taking in his brothers disgust at the idea of their baby brother so much as kissing someone, and Finn's confusion as he looked between Bentley and Blaine, his finger moving as rapidly as his head.

"But, wait, what? Why are there two Blaine's? Is that even possible?"

Blaine spun Kurt round to look at him, his eyes wide and begging. At Kurt's slight head tilt and soft smile, an identical smirk to the one Bentley had worn earlier crossed the youngest Anderson's face and he happily bounced down the last step, skipping to stand next to his brother, directly in front of a now very confused Finn.

"I see what you mean Blainey. I mean he's rather…"

"Freakishly tall? Yeah, makes us seem…"

"Like rather tiny hobbits? You know, we could…"

"Ask him what it's like to be that tall? Yeah I tried once, he wasn't really all that…"

"Receptive to the idea? Damn shame I was going to ask him…"

"To lift you up so you could see what it was like to be his height? Yeah even I wouldn't go that far however…"

"Stop it!" A chorus of voices yelled as one, the twins spinning round to look at their older siblings and Kurt with a pout.

"We were only having fun," They whined simultaneously.

"Ok, can we at least all be in agreement that that is so much freakier than the finishing each other's sentence thing? I mean Kurt and Blaine do that daily anyway," Reed grumbled, shuddering involuntarily, murmurs of agreement passing around the room.

Kurt and Blaine both opened their mouths to protest, closing them with a knowing grin when they caught each other's twinkling eyes. Tilting his head, Kurt's eyes scanned Blaine's in a way that made it blatantly obvious that they were having a private conversation with just their eyes.

Slapping a hand over a squirming Kurt's eyes, Jude grinned, "And the award for the creepiest duo goes to Kurt and Blaine because that was just plain and simply weird."

"Who…what...but there's you…and there's…there's you...two Blaine's…just what?" Finn muttered his mouth hung open in shock as he stared between Blaine and Bentley still stood squinting up at him.

"Yes Finn," Austin grinned, Finn's puzzled face turning to glance at him momentarily.

Finn glanced around all of the other men in the room, his bewilderment growing to the point where he looked ready to scream as his gaze turned back to Bentley and Blaine. "What the hell is going on?!"

Kurt sighed, shaking his head slightly, "Finn Hudson, meet the Anderson's."

"That is such an awesome name for a reality TV show!" Pippin suddenly squealed his wild, dark, curls bobbing around with his excitement, Austin's twinkling eyes wide with interest.

"Oh my god, we would be so much cooler than those damn Kardashian's are!" Austin yelled, his excitement growing along with Pippin's.

"Maybe we should pitch the idea to Coop? He has to have connections in L.A. by now right?"

"Hmmm, I dunno it is Coop, he's not really the world's best actor to be honest."

"We'd have to all actually live together for this to work though," Pippin frowned slightly, the fraternal twins oblivious to the amused and bewildered looks flooding the other faces in the room.

Austin shrugged slightly, "So we do eenie meenie minie mo to pick a state and then it becomes like the 'Hunger Games', makes for an even cooler show."

"I can deal with that, but we work together, yeah?"

"At least until the end, then you're on your own, there's only one winner of the 'Hunger Games' after all."

"Yeah, but Katniss and Peeta both won right?"

Austin rolled his eyes, "Exceptional circumstances duh, now let's go find Coop. This is clearly the freaking best way to start the New Year."

"I don't think so Einsteins', living room, sit and stay, now. Coop's busy explaining a bunch of stuff to the Hummel's," Noah jumped in directing his brothers to the living room while Lucas herded everyone else in as they sniggered at the twins still trying to explain their plan for the new reality show to Noah in detail.

"So, you're just identical twins, not clones or anything?" Finn queried half an hour later, sat between Bentley and Blaine on the couch, still glancing between them occasionally.

The room was filled with groans, Reed banging his head off of the coffee table until Elijah put his hand in the way to soften the blow. "Yes, they're twins Finn. We're pretty sure of it," The oldest Anderson present sighed.

"Okay, okay. So if they're twins, you lot are all brothers?"

"For the love of god," Kurt grumbled, sinking back into the sofa, pulling a snickering Blaine with him, the curly haired boy's face pressing into his chest.

"Dude, I'm just finding out what you're getting yourself into here," Finn huffed, folding his arms across his chest with a pout. "I mean there's like ten of them, they could be mafia or anything, you just don't know."

"First do not call me dude. Second, do you actually hear yourself right now?" Kurt ground out, standing up to pace, Anderson's sat on the floor leaping out of his way. "Finn, you've known Blaine for two and a bit years by now, what part of you thinks he could be part of the mafia?"

"Erm the same part of me that thought gee maybe Blaine has nine brothers that he's hiding."

"Touché," Blaine grinned, ducking his head when Kurt turned to glare at him.

"Not helping matters here B, really not helping. Finn, just accept it and move on, horrifyingly you'll actually get on really well with Pippin, Austin and Bentley."

"I fear for us all," Elijah muttered under his breath, Jude sniggering quietly beside him.

Austin and Pippin sent each other a look and each pulled a face before shrugging. "Are we really that dense?"

"Yes," Everyone chorused, not even sparing them a second glance.

Finn's eyebrows rose slightly as he turned to look back at Kurt. "Do they all do that a lot? It's kind of creepy.

Kurt simply shrugged smiling sympathetically, "I'd say you get used to it, but I doubt I ever will."

"Everyone good in here?" Cooper smiled, sticking his head into the living room, followed closely by Burt and Carole. "I'm assuming you've all told Finn."

"We tried to, it's like talking to a brick wall," Noah muttered, Elijah smacking him round the back of the head while Burt attempted to cover his snort of laughter with a cough, avoiding Carole's slightly amused glare.

"So, there are really ten of you?" Burt murmured, his face pale, eyes counting the heads of the Anderson's who each nodded, Blaine sheepish, the others grinning.

"Of course," They echoed once more.

Finn smirked slightly, glancing at Kurt, "I'm telling you bro, mafia."

"I'm not even going to ask," Carole sighed shaking her head and smiling at Bentley when he stood to offer her his seat.

"Okay, okay," Burt muttered, pacing the large room while eyeing each of the brothers individually. "So, you're spread all over the country, some of you at work, some at college and Blaine and Bentley are still in school, but in different states?"

"That's about the gist of it," Blaine nodded, smiling sadly, "Sorry I didn't tell you Mr Hummel."

Burt's pacing instantly stopped and he turned to Blaine with a small smirk and raised eyebrow. "Blaine how many times have I told you to call me Burt?"

"Always once more Sir," Blaine grinned, watching Burt physically cringe.

"Blaine," He scolded lightly, the teenager simply laughing at him. "Bloody Anderson dapperness. Anyway I can understand why you never mentioned it squirt, it must be hard to know that they're all there but so far away. But you know that I'm always here for you right?"

Blaine's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide and misting slightly with unshed tears. Slowly he nodded, stepping into Burt's open arms. "Thank you Burt."

"Anytime," The man muttered, patting him on the back. Glancing back around the incredulous looking brothers, "That goes for all of you. I know that your parents aren't exactly there for you so I'm going to give you all my number. Phone me if you ever need anything, no matter how trivial it may seem."

The Anderson's all blinked rapidly, eyeing each other in shock and awe before turning back to Burt once more. Glancing at each other quickly, they all leapt up from where they were standing or sitting, latching onto Burt's laughing figure, trapping him in the middle of a giant hug.

"Well, it looks like there'll be another nine sons around every holiday and another nine birthdays to celebrate a year," Carole chuckled, sat between her biological son and her son by marriage.

"Only nine?" Kurt frowned, his eyes searching Carole's as her arm fell around him, tugging him close.

"Oh Kurt honey," She laughed gently, her forehead falling to his, "Blaine's pretty much been my third son for two years. I thought that much was obvious by this stage." Smiling at him, she wrapped her other arm around Finn, the teenager's head fell to her shoulder. She placed a gentle kiss to it before turning and pressing one to Kurt's forehead too, "And I'm mighty damn proud of all of my boys'."

"Ever think you would be able to say you were mother to twelve."

Chuckling again Carole shook her head, "Never. It would have been a nightmare to have twelve toddler Finn's running around."

The trio watched as the Anderson boys' slowly unlatched themselves, clearly overwhelmed with Burt's offer of something which none of them had ever truly experienced, at least until reaching adulthood themselves, adults who actually wanted them around and would care about them. "Thank you," Numerous members of the family murmured, still looking astonished.

"Anytime boys'," Burt smiled, taking each of them in.

A shout from the kitchen drew everyone's attention, "Austin, Pippin, I'm about to flambé prawns if you want to help?"

The fraternal twins glanced to each other, smirks covering their faces slowly. "Do we?"

"Oh yes." Without another word the pair were fleeing from the room, giggling gleefully.

"You would never think that they're twenty two and Austin's doing a post-grad degree," Reed snorted, sitting down by Carole's feet with a shake of his head.

"Flambé, flambé, crap what's that ag-, wait a minute," Noah's blue eyes widened astronomically, his feet diving off in the same direction as the twins. "Pierre do not let the pyromaniacs near the flames," He screeched as he sprinted off, the room erupting into laughter.

"Something tells me that life just got even more interesting," Carole sighed, shaking her head softly.

"Oh you better believe it," Bentley beamed, joining the group of boys' now surrounding her on the couch and the floor in front of it, Carole playing twenty questions with them in an attempt to get to know the new boys' she knew would become permanent fixtures in the rest of her life.

"Burt, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jude questioned quietly, a blush spreading across his face when the man turned to look at him with a nod.

Stepping out into the hallway, Burt turned to survey Jude with a head tilt that was not unlike the one Kurt used when he was trying to get a handle on a situation. "It's Jude, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

Chuckling at Jude's bemused expression, Burt smiled softly. "Educated guess based on what Cooper told us about each of you."

"That would make sense," Jude smiled softly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Erm, I guess all that I really wanted to say was first of all thank you. I really don't think you know what all this means to my brothers, and to me. It's amazing to know that someone who barely knows us truly cares."

"You're welcome kid, and if any of you are anything like Blaine, and I suspect you probably will be, you're all going to be great men one day if you're not already," Burt smiled clasping Jude on the shoulder. "What else was it Jude?"

"Oh yeah. I also wanted to say, well obviously you know that I live in New York," Watching Burt nod, he smiled softly, "I promise that I will look out for Kurt as much as I can out there. I know that he's a ridiculously strong person anyway, but I'll make sure he's actually okay and NYADA's not stressing him out far too much."

Burt pulled Jude in for a tight hug, ruffling his tamed curls gently. "Jude that means more to me than you can ever know and in return, I promise that I'll look out for Blaine here. I'd have him move in with us in a heartbeat had I not thought that that would be when your parents would make a fuss."

"Yeah they probably would," Jude croaked stepping back and swiping at his eyes, Burt chuckling lightly.

"Man, Cooper was right, you are more sensitive than even Kurt." Laughing, Jude followed Burt back into the living room, joining in the board game that his brothers' and Carole had found somewhere.

"Okay, no offence because I really do love your parents Kurt, but now that they're gone, let's break out the booze." Cooper grinned, laughing at the cheers resounding throughout the room, "Oh, but first, everyone fork over your car keys. It's not that I don't trust…well actually yes it is that I don't trust you guys' once you've had a drink so hand them over." Holding out a bowl, he made sure that each of his younger brothers deposited their keys, regardless of their grumblings before placing his own into the bowl.

"What time are the others getting here Blaine?" Bentley grinned, routing through the liquor cabinet and handing numerous bottles up to his brother.

Finn and Kurt frowned slightly at each other, each moving to help the older brothers' start moving furniture and setting up sound equipment in the large room. "What others?" Kurt queried cautiously.

"The Warblers spend every new year here and this time Sam's coming too," Blaine smiled softly, shrugging slightly, "There's always a pool party in the summer although that was a little uncomfortable last year."

"Little bastards shouldn't have tried to blind our baby brother then should they," Lucas grunted, rolling up the antique rug with Elijah.

Blaine simply rolled his eyes, "Yes and nobody is bringing that up again, understood?"

A grumble of understandings and numerous eye rolls passed throughout the brothers', Blaine grinning when he finally had their consent. "That little shit Hunter that tried to take over again isn't coming is he?" Elijah queried, taking an early swig from a bottle of vodka that an amused Bentley handed him.

"Elijah's the only other one to have attended Dalton and stayed in Ohio until he shipped out to Baltimore for John Hopkins pre-med programme, so he knows all about the Warblers council system, given that he headed it in his senior year."

"Damn right I did, and you didn't answer my question Blainey."

Blaine laughed, rolling his eyes as he helped Kurt to move a priceless piece of art that he personally found ugly as hell. "No 'Lijah, Hunter moved back to whatever rock he crawled out from. Seb will be here though."

"Oh goody, I do like Sebastian when he's drunk," Austin grinned, Bentley shrieking and ducking when he swung around almost taking the younger Anderson out with the gigantic speaker he was carrying. "That boy could make anyone question their sexuality when he's wasted."

"He has a surprisingly good way with words when he's almost too gone to make coherent sentences," Pippin smirked, carrying in the other speaker.

"Aah yes, but he gets in the words that matter," Austin snickered, "In other words anything he deems sexual."

Bentley bounced back over to Blaine, tapping him on the shoulder and pouting at him. "Blaaaaaaineeeeers please will you answer my question now?"

"Oh yeah," Blaine glanced at his watch and grinned at his brother, "Twenty minutes, but Sam, Wes and Nick said they'd all be a bit late."

"And if Nick's late, you can almost guarantee that Jeff will be," Lucas sniggered, high fiving Pippin.

"More than likely," Blaine shrugged, pulling Kurt close and pecking his lips gently, "Don't worry baby, it'll be awesome, it always is, and this lot all like you far too much to let anything stupid happen."

"Exactly," The group chorused, Kurt laughing and leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder gently while Cooper wandered back into the room, holding his cell phone and grinning at the process.

"Alright then, the taxis for each of the Warblers are arriving at 3am, everyone not confirmed to be staying over must leave then too," He grinned, glancing at Kurt and Finn. "Kurt I'm not even going to try and tell you not to sleep in Blaine's room, even I know that would be a pointless speech. Finn I might as well show you where you and Sam are staying now. Other than that, let's get this party started!"

"And he's supposed to be the mature one," Bentley shuddered, Kurt laughing as he watched the identical twins literally mirror each other subconsciously in the way that they tilted their heads to watch Cooper and Finn walk up the stairs.

Two and a half hours later the time was rounding on eleven pm and the party was in full swing, alcohol flowing among all of the boys' present, the music pounding in the walls of the house. Sebastian and Reed were clearly the most drunk sat on the floor trying to trip people over as they passed by them.

"It's always Reed who's the first to go, but it's nice to know that someone else can't hold their alcohol either," David laughed, standing with Kurt, Nick and Jeff while Blaine and Wes tried to coax the pair up from the floor where they were hollering and laughing from having successfully tripped Thad up.

"Some people really just can't hold their liquor," Noah sighed, shaking his head with a grin as he approached them, Bentley and Sam on his heels.

"What extra did you slip him this time?" Jeff chuckled, Blaine almost collapsing as he finally hauled Reed to his feet, Reed leaning his entire weight on his baby brother.

"Erm, I think there was like three extra shots of vodka in there," Noah laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as Reed and Sebastian finally stumbled over to the group, Blaine, Wes and Jude following with shaking heads.

"Ouch," Nick shuddered, leaning his head on Jeff's shoulder while watching Reed get eerily close to Kurt, studying his face intently.

Kurt glanced to Blaine over Reed's shoulder, quirking his eyebrow with an amused expression. Blaine simply shrugged apologetically, his shoulders shaking with the effort not to laugh at Kurt's facial expressions when Reed squinted at him, moving impossibly closer still.

"Kkkkurrt," He slurred, Wes and David practically running away as the giggles overtook them at Reed's drunken voice. "I l-like you K-Kurt."

"Ummm, thank you?" Kurt grinned, his face twitching slightly as he fought back the waves of laughter. Sam coughed to hide his snickers and rushed off to join Finn and a group of Warblers on the dance floor.

"I, I do," Reed hiccoughed, Blaine burying his face in Bentley's shaking shoulder as the older twin started to gulp down his own drink trying to smother his laughter. "But you hu-hurt our Bla-Blainey Boo and I w-won't like you so m-much anymore," Reed went to swig from his glass, frowning when he found his hand empty, Jude secretively handing the half full cup to Jeff behind his back before Jeff dragged Nick off to the other side of the room, dumping the cup along the way. "Whe-Where'd that g-g-go?" Frowning, Reed moved to stumble off, the remaining brothers and Kurt bursting into laughter when he fell into Finn's arms, the taller boy looking freaked out as Reed started to analyse him.

"Oh Reed," Jude chuckled softly shaking his head, "Always the first one to fall. Pay no attention to him Kurt, most of us would take your side more than likely, we like you better." He winked, slinging an arm around Blaine's shoulder with a laugh.

"Doubtful. But anyway, Blainey-Boo?" Kurt smirked, sipping his own drink and pulling a face at how strong Cooper had made it.

Any brothers within hearing distance instantly burst into laughter, Blaine groaning and reburying his face in Bentley's shoulder, shaking Jude's arm away when he attempted to wrap it around his shoulder. "Old nickname," Bentley grinned, rubbing Blaine's arm up and down as two sets of slightly glazed over hazel eyes turned to Kurt, laughter dancing across identical faces.

"I figured," Kurt grinned, tugging Blaine into his own arms and resting his head on his shoulder, watching Sebastian creep closer to Jude, an intrigued look on his face.

"Sebastian you've already tried hitting on me and I've already told you I'm happily married." Jude answered without even looking at the boy.

"Straight," Benny piped up, hands held up apologetically when Sebastian's green eyes locked onto him.

"Spoil sports," He pouted before shrugging. "Y-your l-l-loss."

Slinking away, he grabbed Reed's arm, the two staring intently at the liquor table that Cooper had banned them from at least a half hour earlier. Watching the two of them start to attempt an army crawl to the table, Sebastian singing the mission impossible theme tune as they crawled, most people in the room started to laugh at the less than inconspicuous young men.

Shaking his head in amazement, Jude laughed softly, "Right, I'm taking them to bed, they're completely wasted, I don't care if it's not even midnight yet. Benny help me?"

Bentley nodded, still sniggering as he left Kurt and Blaine alone in each other's arms. "Are these parties always like this?" Kurt grinned, ducking his head slightly when Blaine leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Oh yeah," He chuckled, watching Bentley haul Sebastian and Jude sling Reed over his shoulder as the two shrieked about their 'civil liberties' being tainted in their slurred voices. "Reed can't hold his liquor to save his life and as we figured out in the summer, neither can Seb. You're okay with him being here right? He really did turn over a new leaf at the end of the last school year surprisingly, minus the minor slip up of helping Hunter out. But even Jeff says that Seb and the rest of them were mainly blackmailed into that, and god knows blondie can't lie."

Kurt shrugged tightening his hold on Blaine, "As long as he sticks to hitting on your brothers and not you then it's fine. He's actually pretty entertaining."

"GIVE IT BACK!" A voice roared and the boys' glanced up as a pack of shrieking Warblers led by Nick and Jeff and being chased by Wes as they passed a gavel between them passed by where they were still stood.

"Dalton flashback or what? Why does he even still have that thing?" Kurt muttered blinking repeatedly in confusion. Blaine simply laughed and rounded the couch, pulling Kurt into his lap and pressing his lips to that of his beautiful boyfriend, ignoring the catcalls of those who had seen.

"Blaaaaaineeey, Kurtttty, come play twister with us!" Lucas grinned, popping his head in between the two lovers from where they were lounging on the couch tucked up in each other.

Kurt whined softly, burying his face in Blaine's shoulder while the younger boy simply blinked blearily at his older brother. "Lulu, it's af-after half three, I'm tired-ed."

"Annnnnnnnd drwunk, come and pway!" Bentley yelled, jumping up and down on the couch jostling Kurt and Blaine yet miraculously not standing on them.

"Yeah, come join us!" Sam snickered, pulling on Blaine's arm until he fell backwards onto the floor with a groan. Shaking his head, he staggered to his feet once more. "Come onnnnnnn, Pooper Scooper's stolen the karaoke anyway." The group glanced over to the corner of the room where Cooper was dancing and belting out a slurred version of 'Love Shack' watched on by Austin and Pippin hollering their support, Noah passed out on the chair behind them.

"Heh heh heh, Pooper Scooper," Bentley snorted, his eyes flickering over Cooper's bad dance moves whilst he staggered towards the stairs attempting to avoid tripping over his own feet.

"We d-do a better o-one," Blaine muttered, glaring at Cooper and pulling Kurt to his feet as they joined Lucas, Sam and Jude at the twister mat, the Warblers having left not long ago when Elijah and Finn stumbled up the stairs to bed. Bentley watched with intense yet drunk eyes from his seat on the stairs as they just about managed to get the twister mat flattened onto the floor. Twisting his phone between his fingers, a smile lifted the corners of his mouth when he found the number his brain remembered trying to find earlier in the night.

"I get to do the spinny thing!" Jude cried almost tripping over his feet as he snatched the spinner from Sam's hand with a growl, dropping to sit cross-legged beside the mat and looking expectantly at the young men in front of him.

The four boys' playing quickly got into the swing of things, proving that they were indeed more flexible than they had thought. Kurt watched Blaine flex a leg out over the top of Sam's shoulder and couldn't help the lust that filled his eyes as Blaine's shirt rode up slightly in the new position. "Kurt, Kuuuurt, you need to move your right foot to a blue space," Jude informed him, a playful glint in his eye. Glancing to the nearest blue spot, Kurt whimpered softly before attempting to move his foot.

Lucas picked that moment to look up, his eyes widening as he saw Kurt's new position. Tipping his head to the left, he watched Blaine laugh at something Sam was saying but failed to get his attention. "Blaine, pssst Blaine," He murmured, gathering the attention of all three of the other players and Jude. "I'm in a real compro-promising-sing position with your b-boyfriend here. Do you wanna sw-witch?"

Tilting his head in order to see the way that Kurt was now straddling Lucas' upper thigh, his front pressed to Lucas' left hand side while Sam leaned across his back, Blaine's leg then slung over Sam's shoulder creating the jumble of bodies. Blaine's tongue darted out to wet his lips and he cleared his throat harshly. "Lulu, forgive me if I'm wrong, but you're straight."

"Oh yeah," Lucas muttered, a far away look in his eyes.

Kurt burst out laughing, feeling his arms shaking beneath his and Sam's weight from where the blonde boy was leaning on his back. The shaking only increased until he went crashing to the mat, taking Lucas and Sam down in the process.

Bentley meanwhile watched his brothers and Sam start and finish their game in rather rapid succession, drawing his knees to his chest as his thumb hit the dial button and he fumbled to get the phone to his ear in time. Frowning, he rolled his eyes slightly and hummed under his breath as he waited for the person to answer.

Curled up in bed in Lima, both Burt and Carole groaned when the phone on their bedside table started to go off. Both of them blinking wearily, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

"It's nearly four in the morning, who would be phoning now?" Carole grumbled, squinting at the figures glowing red on her bedside clock. "You get it," She mumbled, her head flopping back onto the pillow.

"Why don't you?" Burt whined, trying to bury his face under the pillow until he felt a sharp kick in his leg and could practically feel his wife's eyes burning a hole in his back. "Yes dear, I've got it dear," He muttered sarcastically, sitting up slowly and picking up the small object making such an incessant noise.

"Good," Carole sighed, rolling back over.

Burt squinted at the number, shrugging when he saw that it was a number that he did not recognise. "Hello," He yawned, his eyes and voice still heavy with sleep.

"Mr Burt, is that you?"

"Bentley?" He questioned in confusion, Carole sitting up beside him shooting him a worried glance. A grin spread across his face however when Bentley started talking. Beckoning Carole closer, he shifted the phone to his other ear and held it on his shoulder so that she could lean in and listen too.

"Mr Burt, Mr Burt, Kurt's reeeeeaaaaaaalllllly cool and than-ank you for letting him make Blaine happy Mr Mr Burt." The young boy slurred heavily, the alcohol evident in his voice as Carole bit her lip to fight back giggles and Burt simply shook his head, a grin etched on his features.

"What's that in the background?" Carole whispered softly, Bentley's rambling continued.

Burt screwed up his eyes slightly, tilting his head closer to the phone again. On closer inspection, he could hear the clear voices of Blaine and Sam belting out 'Heroes' but stopping on occasion to discuss whether Batman or Ironman would win a duel, while what was obviously Cooper slowly murdered 'Like a Virgin' into a very loud microphone. Glancing to Carole, he quirked an eyebrow and she laughed again.

Wandering down the stairs, Elijah groaned at the image of Cooper shrieking into a microphone while Austin and Pippin yelled that he was awful and threw sweets at him. Blaine and Sam had fashioned capes from tablecloths and were running round pretending to be Superman, while Jude and Kurt had crawled over to the chair that Noah was collapsed in and somehow managed to curl up with him on it. Elijah's eyes then zeroed in on Bentley, his heart stopping when he saw the boy on the phone.

"Benny, who are you on the phone to? It's like four am, give me that," Elijah yelped, trying to grab the phone from Bentley's strong grasp.

"Nuuh, im-important," The younger brother insisted, guarding his phone with both hands and peering at Elijah.

"Benny," He hissed, managing to grab the phone and cut the call, "Bed now. I'm sending the others up now too." Bentley nodded standing and holding his hand out for his phone. Elijah sighed holding Bentley upright when he started to sway, "You can get it back in the morning, now bed." Nodding glumly, Bentley started to climb the stairs, shooting Elijah dirty looks as he went.

Hearing a scuffle before the line went dead, both Burt and Carole let their laughter go, shaking their heads at the young boy who they had only met earlier that day. With a small sigh, Burt placed the phone back in his cradle, burrowing under the blankets and drawing his wife close once more.

"Checking on them first thing?" Carole yawned, chuckling softly.

"I think we'll need to at least to make sure none of them have alcohol poisoning from the sounds of it," Burt laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "That should be interesting."

"Right, bed time!" Elijah called, switching off the karaoke machine while Cooper continued to wail the Madonna track, Austin and Pippin simply looking at the young doctor like he'd gone nuts. "Now," He ground out and instantly the two of them and Cooper were on their feet, sprinting for the stairs, tripping over occasionally on the way.

Grabbing the bottoms of Sam and Blaine's capes when they ran by, Elijah grinned in satisfaction at the slight choking noise they made before pinging back towards him, landing on their backs. Gently, he pulled them both to their feet, "Sam, if you head up to bed now, you can sleep in your cape, but you've got to go now." Sam nodded, his eyes wide with sleepiness and child like excitement as he instantly turned to stumble up the stairs. "Blaine, you're helping me with your intoxicated boyfriend before you go anywhere kiddo."

Blaine looked to where Kurt had somehow managed to roll onto the top of Jude and Noah, Jude drooling happily on Noah as they slumbered. "He's m-mine."

Elijah laughed softly, pulling Blaine close and pressing a kiss to his curls. "He sure is little Bee, just make sure that you always treat him right, okay?"

"Always," Blaine murmured, his eyes never once leaving Kurt's sleeping figure, an awe filled expression on his face.

Elijah just smiled at him, releasing his hold on his brother and moving to pick Kurt up in his arms, one arm around his back and the other tucked under his legs. Looking at the two remaining brothers, he shrugged figuring that their shouts of horror could wake the house in the morning. "Come on Blainey, let's get you guys' to bed, get the lights please?"

Blaine nodded running of to hit the lights of before turning back to Elijah once more, his eyes on Kurt. "B-be careful 'Lija-jah."

Elijah's face softened and the love and worry on Blaine's face as he watched Kurt closely. "I will be Blainey, I promise, now run ahead and get the doors yeah?"

Blaine nodded and was about to run from the top of the stairs when he suddenly turned back to Elijah once more, "Hey…'Liiiiiiijjjjjjah this is de bestest night evvvvvver."

"Don't you think ten may be a little early for this?" Carole murmured softly as she and Burt climbed the stairs to the Anderson front door.

Burt turned to her with a quirked eyebrow, pulling the front door key that Cooper had given him out of his jeans pocket. "After Benny woke us up at four, this is completely justified."

Carole laughed, groaning slightly when the door swung open to reveal bottles, cans and red cups littering every surface in the foyer. Handing a bin bag to Burt, she smiled slightly, "If we wake them up before all this is cleared up we're just going to have very sick boys' to deal with, I can already imagine what the hangovers are going to be like from the state of this."

Burt sighed slightly, "How about I clean this up while you get the supplies and wake the boys' up? I think that might take a fair bit of time."

"No kidding," Carole chuckled, pressing a kiss to Burt's lips before she jumped down the stairs to pull out the brown bags filled with every kind of breakfast food imaginable, along with sweets and plenty of aspirin.

Heading through the living room on her way to the kitchen, she spotted Jude and Noah still curled up together in the armchair, Noah sucking his thumb and Jude mumbling in his sleep. Smiling, she gently placed the bags on the table nearest and moved to crouch in front of them. Reaching out a hand, she pushed Jude's curls away from his face, grinning when he grumbled and tried to swat her hand away.

"You would never think that they were fully grown men really, would you?" Burt muttered from the doorway and Carole turned to look at him, the grin still plastered across her face.

"They've always been fully grown, that's the problem. They haven't had parents who love and look after them, although that may be one of life's great mysteries as to why these ten got such a rough deal. In the parental love and guidance front at least."

Moving to wrap his arms around his wife's middle, Burt pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "They always had each other and they've got us now."

"True, I don't think they would have survived separately," The older adults laughed discreetly when Jude whimpered and Noah simply pulled him closer his brow furrowing intensely while he slept, protecting his younger brother asleep in his arms.

"The bottles are nearly cleaned up so why don't you wake those two and start breakfast while I tackle everyone upstairs."

Carole snorted delicately, "Good luck with that one honey." Bending down, she went back to stroking Jude's curls, murmuring softly to the pair as they gently started to shift and wake up.

Pushing Austin and Pippin towards the stairs where the smell of bacon was slowly winding it's way towards the bedrooms, Burt shook his head fondly, watching the boys' rub their foreheads and stumble as they attempted to make their way to where the food was waiting for them.

He braced himself before heading back into Reed's room, frowning when he noticed that Reed had pulled the covers back over his head while Sebastian had tried to crawl underneath the bed to get away from the bright light pouring in from the curtains Burt had opened. "God you two are making this difficult," He muttered, chuckling slightly, "Alright boys' up and at 'em!" Grabbing Reed's duvet he ripped it from the teenager's body, trying not to laugh out loud at the shriek of indignation and the grabby hands Reed made as he sat bolt upright, eyes still closed. Reaching down, he gripped Sebastian's ankle and pulled him out from under the bed, Sebastian scrunching up his eyes, hands covering his face in the process.

Reed's face lifted towards the door, sniffing the air, his eyes slowly fluttering open. "Is that bacon?"

"Sure is, but Aus and Pippin have just gone down so I'd go soon if you want some."

Reed was out of bed like a shot before collapsing in the door with a whimper, one hand held to his head. Burt moved towards the boy with a soft laugh, rubbing one hand down his back, " Next time don't let your brothers make your drinks up bud. There are more fried foods and aspirin waiting for you downstairs."

"Oh thank god," Reed breathed, heading for the stairs at a slower pace this time.

Turning back to Sebastian, Burt's forehead creased at the boy now lying on his back pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to throw up," The green-eyed Dalton boy moaned, eyes still screwed tightly shut.

Burt chuckled dryly, "That's what happens when you have too much kid. Head to the bathroom and get sorted then meet us downstairs. Even if a fried breakfast isn't your thing, there are pancakes, waffles and French toast. Or maybe just plain dry toast in your case." Pulling Sebastian to his feet, Burt clapped him gently on the back and turned him in the direction of Reed's bathroom."

"Thanks," He whispered, shuffling forwards slowly.

Burt shook his head again, "Right, time for Kurt and Blaine."

Pushing open the door to Blaine's room with a slight grimace, Burt peered his head carefully around the door before smirking and pushing the door open fully. Leaning against the doorframe he chuckled slightly at the two boys' in the bed. Blaine was sprawled out on his back limbs spread out in all directions while his face tilted into Kurt's hair. Kurt meanwhile was curled into a ball on Blaine's left arm, face pressed into the crook of his neck, the only out of place limb being his own left arm which was sprawled across Blaine's face, the curly haired boy snoring gently around it.

Stepping into the room, Burt's smirk widened and he shut the door behind him. Watching Blaine shuffle in his sleep and roll onto his side, pulling Kurt closer to him, Burt snickered, a plan forming in his mind as Blaine started to talk in his sleep.

Clearing his throat, he crept towards Blaine's side of the bed, bending low to his ear. "Blaine, Blaine," Watching Blaine frown and try to swipe at his ear where Burt was whispering. "Anderson wake up!"

Blaine's eyes instantly sprung open and he leapt from the bed, tearing away from Kurt as fast as he could, a ruby red blush staining his cheeks. Kurt meanwhile moaned and reached out to where Blaine had just sprung from, a whimper falling from his lips before he found Blaine's pillow to clutch onto.

Glancing between his boyfriend and his boyfriend's father, Blaine flushed brighter, his eyes wide with horror and his mouth started to open and close as he grasped at words that seemed beyond his reach. "I…erm…we….I mean…"

Blaine trailed off as Burt started to chuckle again, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor he threw it Blaine's way, "Get Kurt up and put shirts on, there's plenty of food to feed an army downstairs. Although with Finn and your brothers around god knows if it'll actually last long."

Watching Burt leave the room Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and collapsed onto the bed again, putting his face in his hands. Feeling Kurt's arms wind around his waist, Blaine sunk back into his hold, smiling at the feather light kisses Kurt placed on his lower back and cupping Kurt's hands with his own.

"You're a bastard for making me go through that you know?" Blaine smirked, watching Kurt's head slink around his hip to rest on his thigh, stunning blue eyes staring up into his own wide eyes as Kurt's whole body curled around Blaine. "God I love you," The brown eyed boy whispered, bending low to capture Kurt's lips with his own.

"I love you too," Kurt whispered when they parted, a small smirk playing on his lips, "And honey? There was no way that I was going to admit to being awake. My Dad catching you in my bed after a party is one thing. My Dad catching both of us shirtless in yours after an even wilder night is another thing entirely."

"Fair enough," Blaine murmured, pressing his forehead to Kurt's with a grin.

"Kurt, Blaine if you don't get down here right now I will not hesitate to drag you down the stairs!" They heard Burt yell and both boys' groaned, collapsing into each other with a laugh.

"Come on," Kurt smiled, standing and pulling Blaine to his feet, "Let's go spend the day eating junk food and watching films with our family."

Blaine shot him a flash of his pearly whites and lifted Kurt's hand to kiss the back of it. "So, how long until Burt and Carole bring up last night and want to know every detail and how drunk we all were?"

Kurt snorted softly, "Oh I wouldn't worry about that. This nicey nice approach is sheer blackmail until they can turn everyone one against the other to find out what happened last night."

"Do you actually remember much?" Blaine muttered looking slightly scared.

"No B, can't say that I do really. I think I remember twister and an awful version of 'Love Shack' playing?"