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Kurt Pov

Baby A- Boy- Mackaylen Sylvester Hummel-Anderson

Baby B- Girl- Mackaidyn Sariyah Hummel-Anderson

Father: Blaine Devon Anderson

Mother: Savannah Mckynleigh Lake

Co-Parent: Kurtis Elizabeth Hummel

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Signing the co-parenting contract, officially was a HUGE moment.

“Son, you need to be 100 percent sure about your choice before you sign this. Once you sign this contract, you sign their birth certificates, and there is no turning back.” My dad said, with a twin in his arms. One of my twins. I claimed them already. With Blaine and Savannah. They’re mine too. I have thought about this for months, and I haven’t once considered changing my mind.

“I am sure.”

But Carole was big on making sure I make the right choice too.

“Kurt, you need to be 110% sure. I know that you love the little ones. But, even if you and Blaine break up in the future, this contract legally binds you to take care of these twins for 18 years of their lives, equally as responsible as with Savannah and Blaine.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just signed the papers. I am sure. I love these babies. I love Blaine, and I love Savannah. I love the twins. This is my family, and I WANT to be an official part of it. Forever.

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Since the twins were born Monday night, and Kaidyn was only 4 pounds, Savannah had to stay with them in the hospital for a few days. We brought the beebies home Thursday afternoon. I was so excited that we were able to bring them home, at the same time that I was worried that we weren’t ready for them. We had gone through the checklist a billion times, but I still was a little panicky. Blaine was worried about taking care of the babies without the nurses to help when he needed it, and Savannah was worried about taking them to the condo instead of her house. She was really worried that she wouldn’t be able to do it without her mom and dad.

“Sweetie, I’m just a phone call away, and you have those two to help you out 100%. You’re gonna be fine! I promise, you can do this.”

So, with all 5 of us loaded up in my Navigator, I drove us home. Very slowly. And I’m not sorry. The people behind me on the road had no problem going around me, so they can shove it.

I held Blaine’s hand almost the whole way, while Savannah stayed in the back seat with the twins just gazing at them without looking away. The same way that Blaine and I have been doing every time Savannah took a mini nap while the twins were in between feedings. Both of their faces were imbedded on my heart indefinitely.

We got through the door, set the car seats down, and with only a minute and a half of letting it all set in that we were home, just the 5 of us, without our parents and nurses to help, it began.

“Welcome home Kay’s.” Blaine smiled.

Both babies promptly started crying.

How can two something’s so small, be so loud so quickly? How can the two most adorable faces to ever grace the planet be so totally terrifying?

“…Uh….. I guess they don’t like the place?” I shrugged questioningly.

“I’m sure that’s not true. But, I need to feed Kaidyn. It’s been over an hour.” Savannah bent down to take her baby girl out of her car seat, and she walked slowly over to the sofa. “Are we hungry Kaidyn? I think were hungry again!” She cooed to her. “Yeah!” She exclaimed, and her crying dulled to whining with being in mommy’s arms. I smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard.

“Kayle might be hungry too. Your last feeding was Kayde alone, so both of them are due to eat again.” Blaine said. “Oh, I forgot the nursing pillow!” and he ran back out to the car.

I grabbed Kayle before Savannah could get back up to get him. “I got him, you need to take it easy. The doctors said you need to be off your feet as much as you can for a few weeks. You had them naturally and your body has to recover, or you can get really sick.”

She nodded okay with no problem and started getting comfortable on the couch. One of the best things about the babies being born, Savannah is so much calmer. I don’t think I’ve seen her roll her eyes yet since Monday when the twins were born, and she just listens when we suggest she relax, or take it easy. She even looks happier. Weren’t moms supposed to glow WHILE they are pregnant? Because she is glowing AFTER.

I will not miss her being pregnant AT ALL!

With both babies content and happy being breastfed, Blaine and I moved to unpack everything from the hospital.

Our first moment home was full of blissful silence after only a small bout of crying, and it seemed like everything was right in the world. Perfect.

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The blissful silence, yeah. Let’s just say it didn’t last very long.

“Kurt, you are a natural at this…… How are you so calm??” Savannah asked me, pulling her hair out, and closing some bottles of FINALLY pumped milk. She never got much of a break in-between feedings to pump any.

I am changing a smelly diaper, listening to a screaming infant, it is 4 o’clock in the morning, and I am exhausted. That’s a good question. I do have a smile on my face.

How in the world do I still have a smile on my face?

At the moment, her name is Kaidyn Anderson, and despite their near constant crying during these past few days, I won’t let any stress seep out of me. I can only smile, because I don’t want her to know that she’s making me crazy. I keep a smile on my face whenever I’ve got ahold of her, and it seems to still her wails a bit. Even screaming and inconsolable, I’m so happy. Her skin is soft, and her hair so smooth and gorgeous. She’s loud, a true soprano in the making, she smells like atomic poop, until she’s clean, and then she smells baby fresh, and she’s a brat, not happy unless she is in someone’s arms. And, we haven’t proven it yet, but Savvy and I think she likes daddy Blaine the best. She’s definitely a handful.

And I love her so freaking much.

And then there is Kayle. Poor Blaine, has been out driving him around the block for about an hour. He’s inconsolable if he isn’t in motion, with music, and an exhausted parent. Or attached to a boob. Blaine has decided that his little boy will be the death of him at night. During the day however, he’s definitely a whiner. His cries aren’t as ear piercing as Kaidyn’s, but they are equally as heartbreaking to hear. Since he was circumcised a few days ago, the poor baby can’t be too comfortable. He is fussy and whiny, rather than loud and vocal. He has brighter green eyes than his sister as of right now, his hair has started to wave up already, and he likes to fart. Thank god they don’t smell like anything. Yet. He’s sneaky too. Likes to spit up right when you are NOT prepared for it. Twice this week, I have put the burp cloth down, and been just about to put him down, whether it be in a swing or in a bouncer, and WHAM! Baby throw up right on me. I’ve learned my lesson. Lose the baby, then the burp cloth. He’s a little stinker.

And a perfect baby boy.

Poor Savannah has barely had a moment free of breastfeeding because Kaidyn’s eating schedule is so different from Kayle’s, so she is ALWAYS feeding someone. I have honestly forgotten the definition of sleep, because it has been as close to nonexistent as you can get in the past week; For all of us.

Which one of us was the one who said that having three parents for two babies would be easier?

This is hard. Very hard. Not to say that we didn’t expect hard, because we did. But, we had NO IDEA! No one can possibly prepare for this. With items, and things we need for them, sure, we were plenty prepared with that, but things are so different. There is laundry, which has been only the twins’ clothes so far because none of us have had the time OR the energy to change since the babies came home. There are dishes from the weekend that have been sitting for a while since my mom came over to bring us some food, assuming we hadn’t had a proper dinner since the hospital. (She was right.)

The condo is slowly getting messy, and if we don’t clean up little by little, it’s going to start to look like a tornado hit in here.

But, there have been moments of blissful silence too, and believe me, when they come, ALL OF US pass out while we can. So the house will never get clean….. We might need a housekeeper.

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 “They’re both quiet…. Oh my god, I never thought this moment would come……………….” Blaine said, throwing himself on the couch.

“Shh! don’t make any sudden movements! They’ll wake up, and then I’ll KILL you!” Savannah scolded.

I chuckled. Savannah’s chipper demeanor has faded a bit since last Thursday. It’s Tuesday, the babies are 8 days old now, and I have to go back to school. I don’t want to, but my dad was adamantly on my butt about it yesterday….

“Kurt, I let you miss a week to help Blaine and Savannah with the twins, but we had this discussion. Weeks ago; you cannot be missing school. You’ve had a week off, and now you need to get your butt back.”

I’m aware. I just don’t want to leave… they’re still so little and require so much attention. “I know dad. I’ll go tomorrow, but I couldn’t today. We just… I wasn’t ready okay?”

I’m still not ready. Neither is Blaine, but he’s not going back until next Monday.

“I know how hard it is Kurt, but this is your senior year, and you can’t give up on it because you’re a parent. You have to balance both and get back to school.”

“I know dad, but, Blaine needs me….” I pleaded. I knew I wouldn’t win this argument. I already got my dad to agree to let me technically live here 80% of the time. He wasn’t gonna let me switch to homeschool too.

“Kurt, Blaine needs to get his butt back to school too! I don’t know when, and I don’t have any say in that, but YOU need to go back now, and Blaine can hopefully come back in a few days when Savannah gets the hang of things by herself.”

That was a scary thought too. It’s difficult managing the babies with the three of us. Savannah is going to have to do it alone? That makes me more than apprehensive.

And my dad knew it. “Look son, I know it’s not ideal and it’s not going to be easy, but it’s got to be done. You made this decision. Time to start living the life.”

So; freshly showered, hair coiffed, backpack full, and ready to go, I kissed my love goodbye. I walked to the swings to kiss the twins but Savannah objected.

“Don’t. You. Dare. You just kissed them a few minutes ago before I put them in there. Go! If you touch them, they’ll smell you and they’ll wake up. Scoot! Go!”

I rolled my eyes, and blew them kisses instead…… I almost went back to the house twice to kiss them for real….…..

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Blaine Pov

“Okay, so I have my phone set to vibrate on the highest setting, and my mom said her phone will be on all day. And you know Kurt said he doesn’t give a crap and has left his phone on altogether. Your mom is off today so she’s coming by right?” I asked. I was kind of freaking out. This is the first time Savannah will be alone with the twins. And of course, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t trust her alone with them, because she’s their mother and I know she’d never let them be anything less than happy, I’m just worried. I don’t want her to get overwhelmed or anything, and if even the slightest little cough happens, I want to know so I can get back here right away…….

“Blaine, I told you, I have everything I need. Everyone’s phone numbers, premade food so I don’t have to cook and take my attention away from them for too long, and yes, my mom will be here in less than an hour. You should’ve been gone three hours ago. I can handle it.” Savannah assured. She had Kaidyn in her arms, rocking her as she fussed for no particular reason. Kayle was in his bouncer dozing off slowly, and everything in the room was pretty tidy since I had cleaned everything in the last hour procrastinating going to school.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked again, watching Kaidyn suckle the air in search of a boob.

Yeah, I got used to referring to boobs in everyday life since they were born. Honestly, they are breastfeeding for most of their life! It was only a matter of time before I got over my aversion to boobage.

“Blaine, it’s been two weeks. If you don’t get back to school, they might like, drop you out or something, and it’s your senior year. This year is really important for you. I promise I will give you a play by play of the whole day.”

That was enough for me I guess…… Although it’s already about to be third period…

“Maybe I’ll just go tomorrow morning. I’m already gonna be late for third block anyway so-“

But Savannah was shaking her head. “Say bye bye to daddy, Kaidyn.”

I sighed and took her in my arms for one last minute to kiss and cuddle her. I might’ve cried if I didn’t know that she’d miss me. I walked over to Kayle who was still not sleeping to kiss his little cheekies.

“Daddies will be home soon little boy. I love you.”

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I really don’t see the point of coming to school today. As if I’m going to be able to focus on ANYTHING! All I can think about is the babies napping. All quiet, and sweet. Kaidyn sucking on air and then grunting every few minutes that he’s not getting anything, and Kayle with his tongue sticking out, letting out an odorless baby air toot every half hour. Sure, they’re only two weeks old, but I know them so well already. I know what every cry means. Every sound they make, and what makes them the most content.

And I miss them.

“Oh look who it is class!? If it isn’t Mr. Blaine Anderson.” Ms. Blethiem announced to the class. I had to fight not to roll my eyes. I looked out to Mike and Finn who were both in this class. Both of them were smiling with eager glances waiting to hear news. ANY news.

“Sorry Ms. B. I’ve been really busy at home.”

The trigonometry teacher just stood and led me backward out of the class. I sighed.

“Well, since you hadn’t even requested any homework for your departure, I can’t imagine what you could possibly be so busy with Mr. Anderson.”

Here goes. “I just had twins born 2 weeks ago. I’ve been home helping take care of them, and I’ve been extremely busy with it.”

“You’re a father?” She asked in shock.

Didn’t I just say that?

“Uh, yeah. A new father, and I actually do request the work from the last few weeks if I can still make it up. I’ve been really scattered for a few weeks. And my absences were excused weren’t they?“ I asked. My dad said that he would call the school and figure things out.

“No. Only a week of your absences were excused. You were supposed to be back last Monday, and it is now a week and two days later.”

And Ms. Blethium wasn’t the only teacher I had issues with, with being gone for so long.

Mr. Clippinger, the science teacher, was a boring kind of angry. Ms. Alfono, my arts and crafts teacher was frustrated, until I showed her a picture of the twins, then she promptly gave me packets of work to make up. Mrs. Knapp was not tolerating my absence at all, and refused to give me make up work for more than the one week I had been excused, and Mr. Deitrick, English, wouldn’t give me make up work either. He only said that I had to do the extra credit essay at the end of the semester and ace it. Thank God I had Mr. Schue this year for History, otherwise, I’d have been screwed COMPLETELY, and in EVERY class. I’m glad he gave up Spanish this year and changed teaching subjects.

“It’s probably against the rules, but its fine Blaine. You’re doing well in the class, so you’re okay. As long as going further, you don’t slack on your work, your grades won’t suffer. I told Kurt the same thing.”

Yeah, I’m glad I have Mr. Schue.

Kurt and I spent the entire lunch period on Skype with Savannah. Well, on Skype with the twins. They were sleeping/cooing contently in their bouncers for the half hour. Mr. Schue had only tried for the first 5 minutes of lunch time glee to get everyone to pay attention, but all of the new directions just gathered around the little phone screen and awwwwwww’d over the babies. Eventually, Mr. Schue joined to do the same.

“They’re beautiful guys.” He said.

“I think they look like their uncle Finn.” Finn said dorkily.

Everyone turned to look at him for a second.

“Okay, you realize that is COMPLETELY impossible right?” Puck added.

“Yeah!” Mike added. “I mean, they’re not Kurt’s biological kids? So how could they look like his brother?”

“Yeah! And Finn and Kurt aren’t even blood brothers! There’s no way!” Sam added.

I looked to Kurt, because honestly, that had to have affected him….. People would be throwing this in his face for years that the twins weren’t really his. But when I looked at him, he was just staring at the babies. He did look a little more solemn than he had a moment ago though. And Finn noticed it too.

“Dudes, it was a joke! And seriously, Kurt is as much their dad as Blaine. He’s been there since before Blaine even knew she was pregnant.”

Finn was really a good brother. He was on top of it, and it was the PERFECT thing to say, because Kurt’s smile was back.

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The day could not have gone by slower. Seriously. Kurt and I both decided to forego afterschool Glee. I couldn’t be away from the twins anymore and neither could Kurt. Unfortunately, as we got to the parking lot to head home, distractions appeared.

“Are you serious?!” Kurt shouted through his phone receiver. “I barely made it through the day as it is! I was even doodling baby drawings all over every assignment I was working on.”

But Burt was insistent that Kurt come into the shop and help him out.

“Why can’t Finn do it?” Kurt argued.

And apparently he has football tryouts or something important that he cannot miss. So I was heading home alone, and Kurt had to work.

And Savannah and I had the babies to deal with, just the two of us until Kurt got home. We fell asleep up in the recliners in the nursery with the babies on our chests.

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All knowing Point of View

Kurt came into the apartment talking excitedly about how much he couldn’t stop thinking about the babies. But he found that he was talking to no one as he walked to the nursery to find Blaine and Savannah both each passed out, with a baby in their arms on the chairs in front of the babies’ cribs. Kurt smiled, so happy to be home to help out. He missed the babies so much. First he took Kayde from Blaine, and put his sleeping daughter in her crib. Thankfully, she seemed to be passed out and content. For once, she wasn’t fussing for milk. He covered his boyfriend with a throw blanket and kissed him on the cheek. Blaine didn’t stir. He was so tired.

Then he went to take Kayle from Savannah, who looked a bit restless and moved to put him in his crib too, then went back to cover Savvy with a throw as well. Right when Kayle’s little back hit the small mattress, he started to stir, and try to cry. Kurt hoisted him back into a cradle and started to rock him. Humming softly, and shushing him.
He took him to a corner changing station to change his diaper, and when his coos started to morph into little whimper cries, he started singing.

When he was almost asleep in his arms, not yet calmed, but fighting his tired eyes, Kurt just started to dance around with him.

"You’re okay baby." He comforted Kayle happily as the baby boy snuggled into his chest.

Hearing Blaine let out a small snore, and Savannah’s body shift beneath her blanket, Kurt gazed happily at the twins’ sleeping parents.

"You know, you have awesome parents’ kiddo."
As Kurt was ready to try putting Kayle down a second time, the infant reached out to touch Kurt’s chest. He cooed, and grabbed one of Kurt’s fingers, making the co-parent smile enormously.

"Do I count as one too?" he asked. Baby Kayle just cooed again, and Kurt can swear he smiled, and tightened his grip on his finger.
The proud papa smiled before attempting a third time to lay him back down. He fussed a little, but Kurt accepted that he would never lay in bed on his own if Kurt didn’t condition him too. He settled for just putting his hand on the boys’ little tummy to wiggle him a bit, rocking him to sleep without being in his arms. He did keep fussing, but was slowly falling asleep. Slowly.
"It’s okay Mackaylen…... I’m here………Daddy Kurt is here."

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