He had been gone for a meeting on the creative direction of a new show he was set to compose background music for, but they knew what they wanted and had been very happen that he seemed to understand their needs, so the whole meeting had been over in less than a couple hours instead of the whole day they had planned for it. Blaine had travelled across the continent and back again in less than two days now, but he was happy to be home and not have to worry about sleeping in some hotel tonight in California.

He finally found his key and unlocked the door, expecting to find the place empty. Instead he was greeted by two sets of sneakers, haphazardly settled on the inside rug, instead of in the closet where he knew Kurt would expect them to be. No one was in sight, but he could hear noises coming from down the hall.

Noises, he definitely didn't want to be hearing. Noises that reminded him of a particularly thin wall between his room and Cooper's when he was young, when Cooper would bring girls home. Except his kids should all be at school, but clearly, one of them wasn't. Two moans in unison, one female and one male. Two moans that set him on fire.

He burst into the offenders bedroom without warning and a squeal of surprise and a lot of shuffling on the bed was his reward. He was too mad to be shy about seeing a young boy trying to cover himself up the best he could with a sheet, while his daughter was awkwardly trying to cover herself up with a pillow.

"DAD!" Julie hissed at him, eyes wide and hair a mess.

Blaine stormed over and grabbed the boy by his blonde hair, pulling his face right up to his own and snarling, "You have exactly one minute to get yourself dressed and out of my house because I find out who you are, and call your parents to come get you for themselves."

Blaine released the handful of hair, and the boy yelped, scurrying around in a panic to try and get himself dressed, while moving to exit the apartment at the same time. At some point, Blaine noted that a condom fell off the boy and Blaine inwardly was thankful for that little miracle.

He kept his eyes on Julie, who couldn't look him back in the eye as she kept the pillow in place to hide herself. She also didn't look at the boy she had been having sex with, clearly not overly concerned for him right now - at least not as much as she was concerned with her own situation.

Blaine waited until he heard the front door slam before addressing her. "You have five minutes to meet me in the living room." He turned and walked out, slamming her door closed behind him. Oh holy crap. How long had this been going on? He pulled the phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Kurt to let him know he got out of the meeting early and had caught an early flight home and that Kurt needed to take an ativan before he walked in the door this afternoon from rehearsals. He then called up Julie's school and spoke with the secretary there.

It seemed like Julie had a habit of skipping the odd class, and it wasn't their policy to call the parents unless a student's grades were also slipping, something Julie never had to worry about. He was still speaking to the secretary, ensuring that the school would call with every absence from now on, when Julie skulked out of her room and sat on the couch without so much as a glance up at Blaine. She had pulled on a T shirt and some tights, not bothering to brush her hair.

Blaine finished the call and set his phone down, rapping his fingers against the table a few times as he thought about how to handle this without flying off the handle. He didn't think it was going to be a possibility.

"Dad...." Julie spoke, barely a whisper.

"I don't even want to ask you to explain yourself. There is no explanation for this. This is insanity! You're just lucky I found out and not your other dad! My god Julie!" Blaine stood up from his seat and walked around until he was standing in front of Julie who kept her eyes down. "You are sixteen years old. You have absolutely no right to be skipping school to have sex with some kid I've never seen before! What the hell am I supposed to do about this?!"

Julie bit her lower lip gently and then turned her head up to look at Blaine. He thought for a moment she might have been hiding her eyes because she was crying, but there were no tears in her eyes, she didn't even look apologetic. "Dad...."

"Don't you 'Dad' me young lady! What am I supposed to think about this? About you? How can we even trust you after this?!"

Julie took in a deep breath and once again tried to interject, "Dad..."

"How well do you even know the little cretin? Hmm? How do you know he isn't teeming with disease? What if you get pregnant? Did you ever think about that?"

Julie shot up then, looking straight at Blaine. She was just as tall as him now so she could look him straight in the eye, "Dad! Let. Me. Talk!"

Blaine narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, looking at her, and waiting. Maybe she had an explanation for this that was feasible, one he hadn't thought of that could get him out of this inexplicable rage he was feeling.

"Look. I get it. Skipping classes, which I honestly could teach... regardless... and you finding me in bed with Brad - that's his name by the way. We're in French class together. I know. Looks awful. But as you said, I am sixteen, and most "kids" my age are sexually active already. It is not a big deal."

This was not what Blaine was hoping to hear. "Not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?!" Julie winced as he yelled. He rarely, if ever yelled, so it had to be a bit of a shock when it did happen.

"Is he even your boyfriend?" Blaine snapped at her, and she shook her head. "So what is he to you then?"

"A good... freaking... lay." She snapped back, looking up at Blaine with challenge in her eyes. Blaine's hands balled into fists with her words and he shuddered.

"Get to your room."

"Dad..."

"NOW!"

Julie scurried off, slamming the door to her room again. It would be a miracle if that door stayed on its hinges after today. Blaine flexed his fingers within the fists he had made before he was able to unhinge his fingers and stretch them out. He walked to the table and looked at his phone, seeing a text response from Kurt.

So glad you're home early! Why the ativan? xoxoxo

Blaine sighed and shook his head. How was he supposed to tell Kurt about this? How could he not though? Had they gone wrong somewhere? Should they have trusted Rachel so implicitly with all the sexual health talk?

When will you be home? - Blaine texted to Kurt, needing to know how much time he had to get himself put together and figure out how to deal with this.

The key in the lock and the emergence of Kurt at the door saying, "Now!" caused Blaine to simultaneously relax, because he had Kurt near him again, and tense up, because he now had no time to deal with the situation.

Kurt looked him over as he closed the door behind him and slipped off his loafers, setting them into the entry closet. "Blaine...?"

Generally Blaine would have rushed over and scooped Kurt up in his arms for a kiss, even if he had just only been gone a day. Instead he found himself glued in spot, trying to figure out how to break the news to Kurt that their little girl was doing the dirty with some guy in her French class she wasn't even serious about, and that she was completely unapologetic about it.

"Sweetie... you're kind of scaring me... is everything alright?" Kurt said as he advanced on Blaine, trying to catch his gaze and read his eyes.

Blaine shook his head, "No... no... I don't even know how to talk to you..."

He could see Kurt tensing up, probably with a hundred terrible things going through his mind, and Blaine hoped he had taken the Ativan he had recommended. Better just come out with it then, no sense in letting Kurt panic over other scenarios that weren't reality.

"I came home early and caught Julie in her room, skipping classes to have... Relations with a boy..."

Kurt didn't say anything, but Blaine watched as his glasz eyes grew wide and his skin paled. He could hear his breathes become more shallow, and could sense Kurt's body growing tense.

"What!?"

Blaine didn't say anything more, just reached out to take Kurt's hand to try and steady him, or maybe steady himself since he was still trembling in fury.

Kurt didn't take his hand though, instead storming off to Julie's room where the door was once again flung wide open and Blaine could hear Kurt yelling at Julie and demanding to know if what he had heard from Blaine was true. Blaine stayed in place, looking down at the table. H couldn't help but feel guilty. Maybe if he had been more involved in "the talks" that Rachel had given, or even the ne that Kurt had given her about sex being a way to really connect with another person, and to not give it away freely like she didn't matter. Blaine was pretty sure Kurt had borrowed that talk from his own father, but it was a good one, or so Blaine thought.

Where Julie had been more or less quiet with Blaine, she had no problem yelling back and forth with Kurt. He could hear obscenities being spoken on both ends, and he was pretty sure he heard Julie throw a book. For his part, Kurt dished out a myriad of punishments and informed her the depths of his disappointments. He could hear them both crying. He then heard silence.

A this point, Blaine gathered the courage to stand back up and walk himself down the hall, to make sure one of them hadn't killed the other. What he found however, was not what he expected.

Kurt and Julie were embracing one another under her doorway, still both crying, and both trembling with the intensity of the emotions. Julie had her head rested against Kurt's chest, where he was stroking over her hair with one hand and holding her close with the other. Blaine kept a few feet away, suddenly feeling very alien in his own home and with his own family.

Kurt noticed him there and pulled up the hand that had been stroking Julie's hair, beckoning Blaine to them with it. Blaine found his feet leading him to them and when he got there, Kurt wrapped that hand around his waist while Blaine embraced his husband and his daughter, letting his own tears finally flow. He didn't even know he had been keeping them in until they started running down his face and onto Julie's hair, as she had nuzzled herself between her two fathers. The three of them stayed like that for a few minutes until they had exhausted their tear ducts and Julie finally murmured up to them.

"I'm sorry I'm a disappointment...."

Kurt chortled a little and Blaine coughed once and they both immediately went about refuting that statement. "You're not...."

"Your actions are disappointing Juli-bean... but not you..." Blaine spoke up a little louder when they both started speaking, so his words won out.

"But I really... really like... sex, I don't understand how something that feels that great is so bad..." Julie explained, and Blaine could feel Kurt tensing up once again as her words didn't exactly help her case. Blaine didn't want Kurt to have to respond to that, so he did instead.

"Remember when daddy talked to you about connections and not giving yourself up like you don't mean anything Julie?"

Julie nodded, and then responded, "Of course. It's the reason I feel bad at all... because I know it means something more to you both than it means to me."

Kurt sighed and looked at Blaine, his own eyes telling Blaine that he too was feeling like he had failed. They looked at once another quietly for a moment, unsure of how to respond to Julie, when she spoke up again.

"I mean... I use protection... I'm safe about it."

It was like the dagger inside Blaine's heart just kept twisting everytime she spoke, and he winced again with her latest words.

Kurt managed to find his own voice, "Julie... It's not just about protecting your body. You need to protect your heart too."

"I get that... I do... But I'm just having fun. No romance necessary. I don't have time or patience for a boyfriend anyhow."

"Good grief I knew I shouldn't have let you watch Sex and the City Julie... You're being so cavalier about sex..." Kurt snapped.

It must have been a sight, the three of them holding tight to one another, but clearly tense and upset as they talked it over, reaching no sort of closure on the matter. Ultimately it was George who shook them from their discussion.

"What's going on? Did someone die? Was someone born? Is Julie being shipped off to live in a nunnery?"

The three of the all looked down the hall where George and Audrey stood, just home from school. Kurt murmured that a nunnery would be a great idea to which Julie huffed her disdain.

They released one another and Blaine went to greet the younger two children, asking about their days and avoiding answering questions about what had been going on earlier. Kurt and Julie continued talking quietly behind them and eventually continued their conversation in Julie's room while Blaine had Audrey and George help him make supper.

"So... dad... my friend Annette said her older sister told her that Julie was skipping classes to hang out with some boy. Is that what's going on?" Audrey asked, pulling food from the fridge.

Blaine didn't respond, but caught Audrey's gaze when she looked over to affirm her words. Audrey was perceptive, but also knew when not to share. She nodded to Blaine and continued gathering ingredients while George bounced around the table, putting out the settings. There had never been any better word to describe the way George moved other than bouncing.

"I remember the way that we touch. I wish I didn't like it so much!" George sang as he moved and Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Are you singing Whitney Houston as you set the table?"

George shrugged as he continued dancing around the table while putting out the forks and Blaine chuckled to himself, glad for the silly distraction his son offered. He wished George would funnel some of his energy into academics, but George was only ever happy when he was in motion, and being stuck in a desk was daily torture. He did alright in school, but only because Kurt and Blaine had worked with him on his homework and his lessons at home and had figured out how to study in motion with him.

"He got sent to the principal's office again." Audrey noted to Blaine as she cut vegetables up for a salad.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and looked back to George for an explanation.

"The teacher! She said stop! My head filled with music and I couldn't help it!" He bounced in place and sung, "Stop! Hammertime!" dancing in place with the classic MC Hammer moves. Blaine tried to be the responsible parent who should be upset over his son causing a scene in class, but couldn't help but laugh.

"It'll be a miracle if we can get you through high school Georgie..." Blaine finally got out after he had gotten the laughter out of his system.

"Sorry dad. I'll continue to repress my need to groove in school so as not to embarrass you or daddy any further." George said, quoting in pieces from various talks he'd had over the years about his outbursts in class.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Thank you." He turned to Audrey then, "Please tell me you're balancing things out by being the model student?"

Audrey smiled gently and nodded to Blaine, bringing the salad she had created to the table. "Well someone in this family has to be a black sheep."

Blaine chuckled and patted her on the back, "I suppose."

Julie and Kurt joined them then, and they all worked together to finish making supper and then went about eating it. Conversation that evening was mainly centered on Kurt's audition for a Shakespearean musical in the spring, and the kids trying to get details from Blaine about the show he was going to produce the music for.

It wasn't until after the two younger children had gone to bed that Blaine could resume talking with Julie and Kurt. They sat around the table, much calmer than before, and Julie started speaking.

"Look. I know you're both disappointed in my actions. I will try to refrain from it, but only because I don't want to hurt or embarrass either of you. Not because I agree that it's such a sacred thing that I need to save it up for someone that might not even come my way."

Kurt and Blaine exchanged mixed looks of hurt and confusion, and Kurt was the one to speak back.

"I think we just want you to be safe.. and try to not make a name for yourself as someone who gives themself....ah... freely... and..."

"A slut you mean." Julie offered, and the men cringed with the term.

"Yes... I guess." Kurt choked up. "That. You have nothing but talent and skill and you never need to put any effort into your school work to do well... but it won't mean a damn thing if you get a reputation like that."

Julie nodded, and Blaine let out a sigh of relief that she appeared to agree.

"Sweetheart... don't ever doubt that we love you. But this thing you're doing... pretending it doesn't matter. Whether you actually believe that or it's what you're telling yourself, it won't last, and we just don't want you to feel terrible about yourself in the future when you realize that." Blaine said, looking down as he spoke. Julie wasn't having a hard time looking them in the eyes during this conversation, and that really bothered him.

"I'll refrain...." Julie noted, and leaned back in her chair, "...because I don't want to hurt you, but also because it never really does the stars any good when people from their past start talking about them sexually - and I plan on being a superstar."

Kurt chuckled then and Blaine joined in, feeling the tension lessen. Maybe Rachel had more of an effect on Julie than they had given her credit for. If ambition was the key to keeping their daughter as wholesome as possible, then they'd use it.

"Fine. You be a good girl then so the press won't have anything to use against you." Blaine looked back up as he looked to Julie.

"Agreed. At least for now."