Jeffery and Nathan Berry have been wanting a child for along as they could remember. They didn't want to do a surrogacy, because why make a baby with a women who you have never met and don't know a thing about? Beside there were millions of children in the United States and around the world that don't have any parents. But the process of adopting a child is hard, especial when you are a happily married gay couple. Adopting a child is a huge decision in someone life, but Jeffery and Nathan knew what they were getting into. It was hard, but they figured it out. First they had to find an adoption agency that allows helping a gay couple adopt and that was an obstacle in itself.

After finding the agency, they had to decide if they wanted a girl or a boy and what age group they wanted to adopt their child from. Jeffery and Nathan knew what they wanted ever since they got together. They want to adopt from the age group 4-7 because they didn't want to deal with dippers and all that baby stuff. They want a girl, because they want a little princess that they could spoil rotten. They wanted a little girl with brown hair and big brown eyes. That was their dream child for as long as they could remember.

And now here they were, Cleveland Orphanage about to be walking into the Age 4-7 room. They were scared and nervous. They question their decision on this over and over before. Where they ready? Could they be the parents that this child had always wanted? Could they even do this?

Of course they knew they can and if they couldn't well they wouldn't have been accepted to be able to adopt right? Agencies always had to make sure the home was a stable environment before they could accept the couple request to adopt. The Berry's passed that test with flying colors. They knew they could do this. When Mrs. Thompson opened the door Jeffery and Nathan gasped.

There were children everywhere. Playing and looking happy as could be. They all seemed to turn and look up when they door was fully open. Their smiles were bright but none of them really bothered to talk to the adults are they proceeded to the room.

"Nate," Jeffery whispered grabbing on to Nathan sleeve. Nathan turned his attention away from the surrounding four to seven years old to his husband who was grabbing at his jacket sleeve. "Look it's her."

Nathan looked over to where Jeffery was pointing and there sat their perfect little angel. She had brown hair and what seemed to look like the biggest brown eyes ever. She sat at a table next to a little boy with crazy curly hair. She held a Barbie doll in her hand as the boy next to her brushed the dolls hair. The curly head boy said something and the little girl responded with a laugh and a light tap on the boys shoulder. She was perfect. Absolutely everything they could have dreamed of.

"Found someone you like?" Mrs. Thompson asked curious to what they were staring at. Jeffery nodded and pointed to the girl that seemed absolutely perfect to them.

"That little girl over there. The one next to the curly head boy," Nathan said. They didn't have to talk to each other to know that that little girl was the girl they'd be taking home to love and care for the rest of their lives. Nathan looked up to Mrs. Thompson's. She wore a face that was unable to read.

"Rachel," Mrs. Thompson yelled. The little girl, Rachel, and the young boy next to her looked up. "Can you come here a moment Rachel?" Rachel nodded then looked at the younger boy. The boy face looked broke and hurt. Rachel grabbed his hand and said something to him. The boy looked to Rachel's face and nodded squeezing her hand back. She stood up pushed her chair in and walked over to where the adults in the room were standing. When she stood in front of them, she glanced back at the younger boy. Jeffery, Nathan, and Mrs. Thompson followed her gaze. The boy's eyes looked down at the doll that was in his tight grips of his hands.

Rachel looked back at the adults. Jeffery kneed down to meet her height.

"Hello Rachel. I'm Jeffery and this is my husband Nathan," Jeffery gestured to the other man. Rachel curtsied to them.

"Hello there," she said in a tiny voice. "I'm doing alright. Just playing with my doll." Jeffery looked up to Nathan and gave a slight nodded.

"How old are you Rachel?" Jeffery asked. Rachel began counting in her head.

"Five," She said holding up her hand showing all her fingers. Jeffery laughed a little.

"Rachel, how would like to come live with us?" Nathan asked with a smile on his face. Rachel thought about the question.

"I'd love that," she began and Jeffery's smile widen. "But what about Blaine?" She asked. Jeffery's smile turned into confusion.

"Who's Blaine sweetie?" Nathan asked. Rachel looked back the boy who sat at the table.

"He's my brother," Rachel stated matter of fact. Jeffery looked up at Nathan who just raised and eyebrow. Mrs. Thompson cleared her throat.

"Rachel, why don't who go back and play with Blaine and I'll talk to Jeffery and Nathan in my office, okay?" Mrs. Thompson told her. Rachel nodded and skipped back to Blaine giving him an urgent tight hug.

"My office?" Mrs. Thompson turned and began walking out of the four to seven year old room.

Jeffery and Nathan sat down in the chairs across from Mrs. Thompson's desk. She cleared her throat and began to talk.

"It's funny, you see. How you picked Rachel out of everyone else in the room." She paused. "Rachel is everyone's first choice. They see her and they automatically want her. As you found out Rachel has a brother in this orphanage as well. Rachel is loved by everyone and she is asked to adopt by so many different people, but she won't go unless Blaine is adopted along with her. Even while they were younger they would just cry if they weren't right next to each other.

Rachel and Blaine Anderson are twins. Their father was a drug addict and killed their mother and then he killed himself because of all the guilt. The mother had no other family and the father's family didn't want the children of a drug addict so they were brought here three and a half years ago.

I guess what I am trying to say is that if you want Rachel you're going to have to adopt Blaine as well or Rachel will refuse to be adopted and go home with you." Mrs. Thompson sighed as Jeffery and Nathan didn't speak. Jeffery looked over to Nathan for reassurance but Nathan was too busy staring at Mrs. Thompson as she finished telling the story. As if he was trying to process the whole thing.

"Would you like to look at the other children?" Mrs. Thompson said after the few moments of silence.

"No," Jeffery said sternly. Nathan turned to look at Jeffery and raised an eyebrow. "We will not be looking at other children today, because Rachel and Blaine are coming home with us tonight."

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"Rachel, why don't who go back and play with Blaine and I'll talk to Jeffery and Nathan." Mrs. Thompson told her. Rachel ran back to the table that Blaine sat at and threw her tiny arms around him.

"It's okay Blaine," Rachel whispered as Blaine's arms found their way tightly around her. "They aren't going to take me away from you. I promise. I won't let them."

"They always like you better Rachel," Blaine said a frown appearing on his face. "Maybe you should just go home with a family already and leave me here for a different family to come pick me." Blaine was a smart kid and he knew that Rachel was the favored at the orphanage. She was the perfect child. Everyone wanted to adopt her and no one wanted him.

"No," Rachel said sternly. "We are a family and no one is going to take us apart, Blaine. I will never leave your side."

"Besides, they aren't going to want me. Mrs. Thompson is talking to them now and you know what happens when she goes to talk to the adults. They come back into the room not even looking at us and then they find another child and bring them back home instead. We're safe Blaine. We are going to be okay, nothing is going to change that. You're my brother and I love you," Rachel said grabbing Blaine's hand tightly.

"I love you too, Rach," Blaine gave her a tiny smile squeezing her hand.

"Come on Blainey, let's go back to playing with Roxy," Rachel said holding up her Barbie doll.

Blaine's smile brightened. Blaine loved playing with Rachel's dolls. He loved playing with any doll actually. Blaine didn't have any friends; there were only a couple girls that would occasionally talk to him but all the rest of the girls and boys refused to speak to him at all. Although, Blaine did play sports but the boys in the orphanage refused to play with him. They didn't want to catch the cooties that Blaine had from playing with dolls. They didn't think boys should play with dolls. It made Blaine different.

But Blaine didn't care what the others thought about him. Or at least he didn't show that he cared.

They played for a little while longer before hearing the door to the room open again. Rachel and Blaine didn't dare to look up they knew that they had been forgotten by the couple that was just in here. They heard Blaine and Rachel's story and now they were going to look for a different child to take home. But what happened next was something they didn't thing was ever going to happen.

"Blaine. Rachel," Mrs. Thompson's voice echoed through the recently quite room. Blaine and Rachel looked up wondering deeply why she just called their names. Mrs. Thompson stood there with Jeffery and Nathan smiling bright behind them. "Go pack you stuff, you're going home."

Rachel and Blaine looked at each other their smiles growing wide. Rachel stood up from the table grabbing her doll with one hand and the other hand finding Blaine's. Blaine gripped her hand tight and they began walking out of the room.

Blaine looked around at the other children. They were all staring at them. Blaine had such an urge to stick his tongue out at everyone and brag in their face that he and Rachel were finally chosen to be adopted. The children couldn't believe that someone had actually chosen to adopt Rachel and Blaine finally. Walking to their soon to be old bedroom that they shared with each other they began to pack.

Jeffery and Nathan stood at the door watching them attentively. They watched how they acted around each other. Blaine was shy and quiet more to himself while Rachel was loud and outgoing. She talked to Blaine while they packed but was only getting nods or one worded answers.

Watching them, Nathan realized why Jeffery wanted to have them both. Blaine and Rachel reminded Nathan so much of Jeffery and himself. Blaine was just like Nathan, quiet and not really outspoken while Rachel was defiantly like Jeffery. Needless to say, Nathan knew that they would be the perfect family and he was excited to go back home to Lima with them.

When Blaine and Rachel finished packing up their stuff Jeffery and Nathan took their bag out to the car. Rachel's hand found Blaine's again squeezing it tightly, Blaine responded happily. They stood in the door way of their old room, staring and remembering the time they spent there together.

"Rachel. Blaine." They looked up seeing Mrs. Thompson standing over them. "Jeffery and Nathan are waiting to take you home." Rachel met Blaine's eyes.

"Come on Blainey, let's go home," Rachel said. Blaine heart filled with warmth at the Rachel saying the word home.

When they made it outside the orphanage to Jeffery and Nathan's car they climbed in to the back seat hands still intertwined. Nathan asked if they were all already to go and Rachel answered his questions with a quite 'Yes' and a squeeze to Blaine's hand. Nathan started the car and began driving away.

Blaine watched the orphanage get smaller and smaller as they drove away. He hoped with his heart that he would never have to see that horrible place ever again. Blaine wished that he would never feel lonely again with this new family of his. Blaine felt Rachel squeeze his hand. He turned and looked over to her.

"Everything is going to be okay, Blainey. We have a family now," Rachel told him. All Blaine could do was smile at her and hope that everything that she said was going to be true. Looking back out the window looking up at the stars that were appearing in the sky as it became darker; he made little wishes filled with his hopes and dreams.