“Okay!” Kurt calls from the hallway, nearing the open door to the family room where his audience awaits. “How do I look?” he strikes a dramatic pose in the doorway, waiting for responses.

“It's got blue flowers on …” Jerrod frowns up at his father in confusion. “I thought we were supposed to wear orange?” He turns questioningly to Blaine, who was busy braiding Willows golden hair, with little success.

“It's not a requirement, but it is kind of expected that you wear something orange” Blaine tries to be as diplomatic as he can, with ten elastic bobbles in his teeth, pinning down an exuberant three-year-old girl.

“I have an orange scarf; you know the striped one I bought last week?” Kurt asks, turning this way and that. “You haven't said I look good.” Kurt points out to his husband accusingly.

“Ouch Daddy, that tight!” Willow squeals, trying to move further away from Blaine.

“Willow? Do I have to glue you to this chair? I'm almost done I promise.” Blaine calms her, before returning focus to his husband. “Are you serious? I always think you look good. I married you didn't I?” Blaine smiles, the smile he knows drives Kurt wild.

“Oh. Okay.” Kurt mumbles, because how after all this time does he still feel like an out of control teenager? “Well, I thought I'd make some veggie sticks for the car. Like the bat?”

“Kurt there isn't a bat in – “

“I know honey; I was just checking to make sure you were listening.” Kurt smiles, watching as his husband struggles with their daughter. “I could take over if you want?”

“I have to learn; I'm taking her to that Dorothy audition at day care.” Blaine grits out as he finally, finally tames the ends of her hair. “And over my dead body is Louisa Partridge getting the part because of better braids.” Blaine bites every word in time with a wrap of the hair bobble, until satisfied that it's done.

“I don't think they will be judged on the braids but I congratulate you on your efforts.” Kurt salutes before wondering through to the kitchen to fix up snacks for the road. Blaine get busy pulling Willow into her outfit, a very well put together pinafore denim dress in pale orange, with a plain white top underneath and the most adorable pair of boots Blaine had ever laid his eyes on.

“Can we go now?” Willow moans, rolling onto the bean bag in the corner of the room, ruffling her hair much to Blaine's horror.

“We have to wait on Grandpa and Grandma, then I think Aunty Tan and Maya are meeting here to drive up with us.” Blaine smiles as his daughter rolls around in disgust, his heart warming when Jerrod scoops right in beside him to play with his curls, something he will never get tired of. “What's up bud?”

“I'm just excited. Do you think that Landin will sign my foam finger?”

“Of course he will, you're his favourite little cousin.” Blaine smiles, thinking back to catching Landin teaching his little genius about physics, with great success too. “And his number one fan, don't forget!”

“Anybody home?” A big booming voice filters from the front door, causing Willow and Jerrod to jump and sprint out to where it was coming from, shoving each other as they went. Moments later Blaine saw another face, that he wasn't expecting.

“Well hello handsome!” Santana purrs, prowling towards him like he was her prey. “It's been so long since high school, I forgot how good you look in sports attire! If Kurt doesn't jump you tonight I will.” She grins, gliding down beside him, before stretching out her long tanned legs.

“I'm pretty sure a leather dress isn't part of school attire…” Blaine trills, ignoring her offer completely, like he always does.

“Hello, whiskers!?!” Santana points to the lines across her face. “I'm a tiger!”  Blaine shakes his head, trying to build an argument to all the flaws in that statement, when the booming voice comes again. Closer this time.

“I tried to tell her on the way up the drive that it didn't count but she was having none of it!” Burt Hummel, strides in with a child hanging from each arm. Carole floats in from behind him, moving straight over to kiss Blaine warmly.

“Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?” Carole beams stroking his cheek. “That car journey was awful, Burt insisted on telling everyone we met at gas stations that his Grandson was going to be the next…Who did you say?” She asks turning back to her husband, who might as well have been a brick wall now that he had two of his grandbabies swinging off of him like a tree.

“Well at least you're here now!” Blaine smiles, truly thankful that they are. “For a whole week too, we've got lots planned!”

“Yeah! Including a prehistoric exhibit at the MET. Yawn!” Santana exaggerates stretching and trying to sleep.

“As long as I'm spending time with my baby, and the grandbabies I'm happy.” Burt adds, swinging willow high onto his shoulder with practiced ease.  “Speaking of… where is my baby?”

“Maya went to pester him so he's no doubt going to appear any minute now.” Santana smiles ruffling Blaine's curly hair out of place.

“Well he better hurry, we have five minutes before we need to leave. I can't miss the pre-game boasting, I'm gonna wipe the smug grin off of every other kid's families face. Ours is the best.”

“Dad. You are not going into give a pep talk to the locker room. The coach warned you last time!” Kurt sighs, rolling his eyes as he removes Jerrod from his upside down position upon entering the room.

“I just want to tell the kid good luck. What's so wrong-“

“No. you want to go in and tell them all to practically kiss Landin's ass as he storms to become the hero of the night. Which isn't acceptable in a high school when you a grandfather of eight!” Kurt retaliates before he could finish, the sentence setting Jerrod down to go find his hat and foam finger.

“What in god's name have you got on??” Santana yelps, upon actually looking at him.

“I just said that too, but he snarled at me before running through here.” Maya counters appearing from the hall too.

“I'm wearing clothes, that I like and feel comfortable in! Willow go get your coat honey.” Kurt tacks on at the end, watching as she toddles off to find it.

“This is why you shouldn't live with Blaine, he's too scared that you'll remove all sexual activity if he tells you that it looks as if a gay pride float threw up on you. I don't have that problem!” Santana stands walking toward him to get a better look.

“I don't really wanna hear-“ but Burt is cut off by Maya.

“It's got glitter on it too!”

“You're such a bitch Maya!” Kurt yelps as she points out the offending areas.

“Kurt you cannot where that, its fucking freezing outside for a start. And you look like you're auditioning for the part of Dory's gay brother…” Santana points out.

“Wait whose dory?” Carole asks Blaine quietly in the corner.

“The ditsy fish in finding nemo.” Blaine supplies, quieting when he notices his husband gaze on him.

“Do you think I should change?”

“I think you should change if you want to change?” Blaine asks unsure of what answer he is meant to give but, judging by Kurt's expression isn't the right one.

“Oh my god! I look horrendous!” Kurt squeals running out of the room and up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Get the kid's in the car this could take a while.” Burt sighs, hoping they want miss the kick off.

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An hour and a half later the group were rushing to the stands to find the Porters. Lydia Spotted them first, jumping up on to the bench and waving her arms madly. “GRANDPA BURT! GRANDMA CAROLE! I THOUGHT YOU CRASHED YOUR CAR AND DIED YOU TOOK SO LONG!” families in the seats surrounding them looked on as Dale and Jake tried to quiet their daughter. There was the normal frenzy as everyone hugged and kissed each other, Lydia landing on Burt's knee beside Jerrod. “You really did take forever!” She sighs happily running her finger along his eyebrows to trace their shape.

“Yeah, talk about cutting it fine?!” Dale announces to the group, scooping Willow on to his knee.

“What the hell took so long? Landin was having a meltdown that none of you were here!” Jake adds, pressing soft kisses to the soft cheeks of Willow's hands.

“Someone had a little gay diva fit and refused to leave the house until Blaine admitted his shirt was ugly…” Maya grins, leaning over the guy in front of her to steal some popcorn, he turns and stalls when she beams her salacious grin at him. “I'd put money on the kicker, trust me, number 37!” before turning back to Jake and swallowing the popcorn down.

“I was not having a fit, Santana accused me of being a Disney character-“

“You are always one step from being and animated, singing, cartoon and you were smoking at your ears.” Santana stated flicking her hair towards the guy Maya had attacked for salty goodness. “Hey Shrek? Put your eyes back in your head and face the cheerleaders. Girls off limits.” Santana, although Kurt can't see her face, must have given her best glare because the man in question lifts his hands in defence and faces back to the field.

“Uncle Dale? I knowed a song we can sing!” Willow smiles, before clapping her hands together. “Let go Tigers let go!” yelling as loud as her tiny body will let her.

“They don't let go honey its let's go!” Blaine encourages her to try again, then the hotdog guy catches his eyes. “Up here!”

“What happened to your no carb diet?” Kurt trills, smiling at his husband's lack of will power.

“Doesn't count at the game!” Burt announces, shushing everyone when the music comes on, the players coming out one by one, until finally. He appears out on to the field. “There he is!! There's my grandson! Number thirty-seven, lets kick some ass!!!!” Burt screams bouncing Jerrod and Lydia around on his knees.

“Oh my god, I feel like I could throw up. Has he got his mouth guard in? tell me he does! I can't look.” Jake wails, shielding his eyes, and ducking in to his husband's shoulder.

“Would you be quiet?” Santana rolls her eyes at him, “I can hear his thoughts from here! You're ruining his chances at getting laid by a cheerleader.”

“Hey! I didn't even do anything!” Dales argues, protesting his innocence.

“You will give it time. I'm the only one he isn't embarrassed by…”

“Yeah cause all his friends think your hot.” Kurt snarks back at her.

“Not to mention a huuuuge star!” Santana grins as the team get into position. “I promised the opposing quarter back a date if he fumbled the snatch…”

“I only understood two percent of that conversation but I know it sounds illegal!” Jake whines, still covering his eyes. He can only concern himself with his son coming home with all his teeth.