Kurt opened his sticky eyes full of sleep and gunk, he always got hay fever this time of year, and he cursed himself, realizing he had forgotten to take his pill last night. He shifted himself up onto his elbows and looked over to Blaine’s side of the bed. Blaine lay curled in a ball hugging the duvet, snoring lightly into his pillow.

Kurt smiled, swung his legs over the bed, and stood up to quickly. The blood rushed to his head, his eyes fogged over with silver swirls and he felt the odd sensation of falling. His arm collided with blaines face which woke him with a small squeal.

"Kurt... wh..wha.. are you alright?" Blaines groggy voice woke Kurt from his swirly daze.

"What? Oh yeah sorry, head rush." They both sat up on the bed, Blaine rubbing his nose, Kurt shaking his head trying to clear it.

"Do you want a shower?" Blaine's smile told Kurt that was exactly what he felt like doing.

Hair still damp, Kurt and Blaine walked down the two flights of stairs towards the kitchen, anticipating the destruction that awaited them.

Haley was sat, book in hand and with Charlie resting on her lap, at the table, Kai was glued to the television, George was at the stove flipping pancakes and the twins had managed to get hold of a box paints and where happily coating the tile flooring with red, blue and green streaks of paint.

"Look Daddy, I've drawn a flower." Martha smiled up at Blaine with the biggest, toothy, smile possible.

Blaine rubbed head with his hand with a murmur of frustration, then looked at Martha with a forced smile.

"That's lovely sweetie, but we need to get this cleaned up before breakfast, you know you are only supposed to do painting in the playroom, on paper, when me or your Dad are around." He said it with as much a stern tone as he could muster, without making the four year old burst out crying, because what they didn't need on a Sunday morning was a twin tantrum.

Martha nodded reluctantly, but the smile lingered, still pleased with her master piece.

Kurt started handing kitchen towels to Archie and soon all the family, apart from Charlie and George (who was still adding to the massive pile of pancakes), mucked in and got the mess cleared up in less than five minutes. 

Television switched off, twins cleaned down, table laid. They were all seated ready for their last meal as a whole family living in the same house. Kurt pushed this thought to the back of his head and told himself to enjoy it, not dwell on it.

"George are you all packed and ready to go?" Blaine asked light heartedly, starting the flow of conversation.

" Uh huh" George answered, took a sip of his coffee then continued " Are all of you really going to come and drop me off?"

"YES, I want to see your new bedroom!" a spray of pancake came flying from the other end of the table, where Archie had stood up on his seat, suddenly excited and had yelled at the top of his voice.

"Sit down Archie." Kurt ordered from beside him, pulling the four year old back into his seat.

"Of course we're coming to see you off." Kurt said switching character from his stern father act." and yes we do want to see where you'll be living, but also we thought today would be a good a day as any for the twins first look around London."

The twins faces lit up, but they knew not to get too over-excited as Blaine was giving them a 'don't you dare' face.

Kai returned his gaze to the television, which he had managed to switch back on, without anyone noticing through the chatting. Blaine fed Charlie a bottle, Kurt was cleaning syrup off of Martha and Archie, George started cleaning up the dirty plates, and Haley slipped off her seat, went out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs towards her bedroom.