"Mr. Anderson!" Blaine inwardly groaned as he heard the voice on the other end. Over the last five years he had grown accustomed to these phone calls, and he was just happy that he had picked up this one before his husband did. Kurt tended to take these calls more to heart and get worried, while Blaine mostly laughed (though he had stopped doing it out loud on the phone after the voice had silenced him with remorse the second time he'd cracked up that first summer) and couldn't help feeling a little bit proud of his offspring, and so he tried to field these calls. While Blaine had been thinking this, the voice on the other end had continued booming down the line.

"... going to let it slide this summer, as it is his last, but the latest occurrence had to be reported."

Blaine felt simultaneously amused and exasperated, not believing that whatever had gone down could have been that bad.

The first summer the calls had been about Toronto jumping on the dining tables in the cafeteria and getting the rest of the campers to join him in rocking out to old Michael Jackson songs, which was rather innocent and endearing in Blaine's eyes. They were at music camp after all, and it was all about performing and finding their outlet. There had been jumping on all sorts of furniture, banging on tables, throwing papers and collective dancing through the hallways; nothing Blaine hadn't done when he was young. Blaine had to smirk at the thought of the camp counselors chasing after the youngsters, trying to calm everything down. One of Toronto's friends had actually filmed one of the impromptu performances, where the eldest Hummel-Anderson had raced around the cafeteria singing "One Jump Ahead" from Aladdin, and Blaine still laughed at the memory of the adults trying to catch him as he jumped from table to table. Most people who got to know Toronto described him as quirkzy; a word invented by Ellen Degeneres years ago during a game of scrabble, that had caught on and described something that was both quirky and crazy in an adorable way, but the camp leader did obviously not share that opinion.

Last year had been the most serious incident as of yet, when Toronto and his band had set up stage on the rooftop of a Hummer. Blaine and Kurt had had to pay a hefty amount to the owner for repairs. Toronto got away with it though, as both his parents found Hummers to be tacky, and felt that their son had found a perfect use for the bulky vehicle.

"... safe to say that her father is not happy, and is threatening to get the camp shut down."

That sobered Blaine up. This didn't sound good at all. And did he miss any crucial information in between there? He didn't dare ask. To be quite honest, he was a bit afraid of Ms. Camp, and if it wasn't for the fact that Kurt always blamed the reason for these phone calls on him, Blaine would have been happy to let his husband handle all dealings with this woman.

"Mr. Anderson! Are you even listening? Do you not agree that serenading a fifteen year old girl in the middle of a food court, with a Britney Spears cover and a performance that left the original artist looking like a girl scout in comparison, is taking it a bit far, even for your son?"

-.-

"Come on, Ty! I have to get her attention. Have you seen her? Her name is Jonie and she has the most dazzling smile I've ever seen," the sixteen year old pleaded with his best friend and bandmate, Tyler Puckerman.

"I'm not so sure about this, man. My parents have been telling me about your dad's performances during high school..."

"Okay, first off; I'm not my dad nor my father. I am a completely different type of musician than both of them. Secondly; did I mention her smile? Thirdly; this would be an excellent rehearsal for the concert."

Tyler decided not to mention that he had overheard his parents talking about just how very, VERY like his dad Toronto was. No teenager wants to be like their parents after all. But even Tyler could see how many of Blaine's traits Toronto had got, and as he also had Kurt's stubbornness and self-assurance, it made a killer combination that was sure to make his friend a rock star. Tyler just felt blessed to be the co-founder of their band "PerryMenkenGoesVintage" a promising indie-band that found inspiration in popmusic from their parents' youth and Disney's musical gold-era, as well as music from the sixties and seventies, and combined it with new techniques to make a unique sound.

The next afternoon twenty young boys took over the local food court, backing Toronto Hummel-Anderson in serenading a beautiful girl who looked rather taken aback by the performance, but whose smile eventually lit up the whole place as she grinned at the good-looking Asian watching her as he moved to the music and sang the lyrics to "Crazy" as if she was the only person in the room. Just seconds into the song, the group had been surrounded by a cheering crowd, and the boys working the soup-stall had brought out their casseroles and used them as drums. Just when Toronto was to take Jonie's hand and end the song, her father had appeared, bringing the performance to en abrupt and anti-climatic end.

-.-

Blaine sensed that now was not the time to tell the camp leader that he had done something very similar when he was the same age. After a few minutes negotiations back and forth, it was decided that Toronto Hummel-Anderson was allowed to stay for the rest of the summer, but that his fathers had to have a serious conversation with him about taking his performances down a few notches and not doing anything inappropriate. Blaine was quite sure that the only reason Ms. Camp let him stay was for the PR-value of getting to say that the eldest son of Broadway power-couple Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel had attended the camp for five years.

Even though Kurt was likely to blame Toronto's latest stunt on him, Blaine couldn't wait to tell his husband about it. As their eldest son was without a doubt a teenager with raging hormones, Kurt had thought it wise to let him learn from their own mistakes, and thus they had sat Toronto down the night before he left for camp and told him about one of the incidents they had sworn never to talk about; namely the Valentine's Disaster. Now Blaine laughed at how Kurt's plan had clearly backfired. Which again Kurt would blame on his husband having influenced their son with his impulsiveness and crazy ideas. They really were opposites, their two sons, just like their parents. While Toronto was like a young Blaine Anderson, always putting on a show, flirting with everyone (his dad had quit that when he finally realized his feelings for Kurt though), their youngest son, Aaden, who was also currently at camp, was like a miniature Kurt; sensible but self-assured, and with quite a diva-esque theatrical personality. At the same time both of the boys had the best traits from the other parent, making them a perfect combination of Klaine. As it turned out, Kurt threw his head back and laughed too, when he heard about his son's antics and high-spirited performance.

Later that evening, as Blaine and Kurt were cuddling on the couch watching old home-videos of their sons; Toronto always the performer rocking out to "Teenage Dream" and "Raise Your Glass" and Aaden making the perfect peanutbutter jelly sandwich with the help of his dad, they felt a twinge of sadness as they missed their sons. But when Blaine took Kurt's hand like he had that first time they met so many years ago, and led him towards their bedroom, all thoughts of the boys disappeared. There were after all some perks of having the house to themselves.

-.-