Kurt was perched on the end of Georges’ bed. He let out a low groan of exasperation as the screams of the twins reached the room. He would let Blaine deal with them; right now he needed to concentrate on talking to his son. “I still don’t understand why you didn’t want to apply for Oxford, you wouldn’t have to pay for housing because you could just stay here ,” George cut him off before Kurt had time to get into the full swing of his pleads to stop his son from moving so far away.

“Dad, I have to leave home at some point, you will just have to get used to the idea. I’m going to London, it’s only an hour and a bit from here, I will try and come home at the weekends as much as possible.” George continued to pack his boxers in the suitcase and Kurt left the room knowing George was right.

Blaine grabbed an elbow; he gripped tightly as he knew this might be his only chance to finally stop the two hyper children from completely destroying their house.

“Daddy let go. I have to catch Archie.” Martha squirmed in Blaine’s grip, she was testing his patience but he stayed calm, even though it had taken him a good ten minutes to get thus far.

“Martha sweetie, its gone nine o’clock you should be in bed, Daddies tired, Charlie is asleep and if you make too much noise he will wake up and won’t let anyone one rest all night.” Blaine took a deep breath and continued, “Let’s go find Archie, get you tucked up in bed, and I’ll let Scamper sleep in your room tonight, but you must be quiet ok?”

Martha’s face lit up at the prospect of having the little puppy curled up at the end of her bed. She nodded enthusiastically, with her lips tightly shut and a finger pressed to her mouth, to show Blaine she was on-board with his proposal.

Blaine closed the door to the twins’ room as slowly as he could but leaving it slightly prised open so Scamper could leave if he wanted. Blaine turned around to find Kurt standing there looking exhausted but pleased to see him.

“Finally, I thought Archie would never stop asking for me to read Jack and the beanstalk again!” They smiled at each other and walked up to the third floor and into their bedroom, where Charlie was soundlessly sleeping in his cot by the window.

Kurt went over to check on him, while Blaine slipped off his clothes and put on a pair of baggy pajama bottoms. They both climbed into bed, exhausted, and rolled onto their sides to face each other.

“Kurt, what’s wrong?” there were hot tears streaming down Kurt’s face, he tried to answer Blaine but choked and loud sobs escaped from his mouth. Blaine pulled him into a tight hug and waited until he was all cried out, until he spoke again.

“Kurt, do you want to tell me why you are crying your eyes out?” Kurt took a long, deep breath, wiped his red, puffy eyes and spoke.

“He’s just grown up so fast, I remember when we took him home from the hospital, and just held him for hours. I just don’t want him to leave.” Blaine could sense the tears were about to start up again so he touched his lips to Kurt’s gently, knowing this would calm him down from getting in a state again.

“I love you.” He whispered, “George is not going forever, we will see him as much as he will let us, without making him look uncool. Now stop worrying your silly little socks off, and get some sleep. Just think how tomorrow we will see our brilliant son settling into university, and then we might have a bit of a snoop around London town.” Blaine put on a cockney accent at this, which made Kurt snort into his pillow, stifling his laughter, as not to wake Charlie.

“I love you too.” Kurt whispered back as soon as the giggling had sufficed.