"Tracy, they did it again," the voice said solemnly, the teenaged male refreshing his browser only for the tumblr gremlins to pop back up and declare the page unloadable. His older sister by three years stalked over and peered over his shoulder, her golden eyes locking on the screen before narrowing to slits while she reered up and screeched.

Hep only just had the time to cover his ears before her wail escaped. "DADS! What did you DO?!" She smacked her brother for good measure, then stomped off through the house, dark ringlets trailing down her back behind her while Hepburn watched her go.

"Jeez, shes so angry. Nothing like Dad. Hard to believe she came from him cept how she looks exactly like him." The beagle he was talking to tilted its head at him, then howled until Tracys yell to SHUT UP, FREDO! made him stop and whine at the boy. "I know. Shes mean to everybody. Must be something about her age..."

Having a sixteen year old sister was pain enough, but having two famous dads was torture. Hep could hardly even go to school without being asked about them, and he went to a fancy private place where all kinds of well-to-do kids attended. Sometimes he wished his dads were more like his uncle Puck. Successful, but not so damn well known. He was a hero in the air force, yeah, but people just thought that was awesome and left it at that. No autographs and pictures and crap... And no breaking the damn internet.

Speaking of which...

The boy opened another tab on his laptop and navigated to twitter, noting how many mentions he had and attempting to navigate his way through them all. @heptotheyep dude your dads break the net too much blame this crash on @heptotheyep and his obnoxious fam dammit @heptotheyep cant you tell them to get off our social media??? There were plenty of posts directed at his dads, but Hepburn didnt really care about those. He was more worried about how much his friends hated him for what his dads did, and looking at said dads pages to try and figure out exactly what theyd done this time.

His answer came not from twitter, but from his sister stomping back into his room and swiping at the touchscreen of his computer, going back to tumblr and refreshing the page. "Look at what they did. Just look at it. The buffoons. Dads using his secret account that everybody figured out was him two years ago and our Father is encouraging him because they broke the notes. Again."

Sure enough, Hep looked where Tracy pointed and found a silly picture of their dads holding a playbiill and sheet music for their newly announced broadway show with ridiculous looks on their faces. Dads pointy brows were raised and his mouth was open in that stupid questionable look while their Fathers proud-yet-innocent face was in place. They were just... ridiculous. There was no other word to describe them.

"Oh my god, they are so embarrassing," Hep groaned, and Tracy nodded her agreement, slumping down beside him on his bed. "We are never going to live them down. Never. I thought their butt shaking, hip bumping stuff on that video from after Aunt Rachel had you was bad. This is so much worse. I mean, theyre old now. Why are they still doing these things? Why?" He fell back on the bed and groaned while Tracy took the laptop and started flipping through the secret accounts page.

Her gasp made him turn and look, only to see comments he never wanted to see. Ever. "Oh my God, ew! No! Why?!" There were so many people talking about how they wanted to be part of a Klaine sandwich it was downright disturbing. Someone should hurt whoever came up with that nickname... Hep wanted to be that someone.

"What are you guys making all this noise about?"  Kurt stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips and Hep couldnt help but look into the eyes he shared with his Father, a frown on his face. "We already were lectured about respecting boundaries from Tracy... now what have we done?"

Blaine came to join his husband at the doorway while Hepburn and Tracy sat together, looking at them in silent but clear judgment. "You guys are ruining our lives," Tracy said with all the seriousness of a high school Rachel Berry. Kurt couldnt help it. He just couldnt hold it in. He had to laugh. That girl was definitely the product of Blaine and Rachel and no one could ever tell him otherwise. Of course, she had his snark added in, which only made her worse for wear, really. Oh, she was going to be a handful forever. Someday someone would curse he and Blaine for bringing her into this world when the poor fool fell in love with her.

Tracy squawked at her Father for being inconsiderate and laughing at her, while Hep and his Dad exchanged a look, then Blaine worked his way around Kurt and into the room to sit on the bed beside his son, ignoring the way his daughter and husband were starting to argue and laugh. "Whats up, Hep?"

The thirteen year old looked at his dad and sighed, shrugging. "You guys broke tumblr. Again. And now you have..." he looked at the computer that Tracy had dropped on the bed when she and Kurt had moved to a slap/tickle fight on the floor. (It was hilarious how she could get their prim and proper Father to crawl around on the floor like some animal, in all honesty...) "Negative nine, no negative ten notes. I dont even know how that happens, Dad. Seriously. You guys make things happen that really shouldnt At all." He tilted his head and grinned a little.

"What?" Blaine asked, mirroring that secret smile.

Hep shook his head, looking at his sister and their Father, both of whom were smiling and laughing as they wrestled on the floor. "You make a lot of things happen that shouldnt. Like this family. Tracys smile. My understanding math..." He poked his dad in the belly and Blaine let out an oof. "You guys made a lot happen for a lot of people, too. With the stuff you did for the LGB alphabet soup on broadway and everything. I mean, I guess it kinda sucks having famous parents sometimes, but..."

He looked at Tracy and Kurt and back to Blaine, then reached down to hit the heart that served as a like button on the picture that had broken tumblr. "Im proud of you, Dad. Both of you. Im really happy to be your son."