Kurt was curled on a hospital chair, his nails chewed to the skin. He and Blaine had been married for six years, they'd both graduated college with very good grades. Blaine worked for a well respected law company and Kurt had worked on Broadway for two years, before deciding he'd rather teach. A year ago, they'd decided that it was time to start a family and had set about trying to find a surrogate. After much discussion, they'd decided that Kurt would be the biological father for their first child. A surrogate had been found and now, months later, Kurt was waiting in hospital for his twins to arrive. They'd chosen not to know the sex.

Kurt glanced at the clock and let out a whine.

"Come on, Blaine,” he whispered. He'd called his husband when Sophie went into labor, but he'd only been able to get hold of his sectary. "I need you..."

Blaine suddenly stormed into the room, his body covered with sweat.

"Kurt! Ohmygod! We're getting a family!" He ran up to him and hugged him tight. Kurt threw himself into Blaine's arms.

"Oh thank God! I thought you weren't going to make it! Sophie won't let me in there... She keeps screaming about how I did this to her..." Blaine laughed a little.

"I heard people can get really rude while giving birth." A nurse came up to them.

"Hummel-Andersons?" Blaine nodded. "Are you ready to meet your two sons?" she smiled at them and Blaine's eyes went wide.

"We have two sons," he breathed, tearing up a little.

"Boys," Kurt whispered. "We have two boys." They walked into the room. Sophie was smiling, she looked exhausted. In each arm, she held a small bundle of blankets. She held them out to Kurt and Blaine. The boys were identical. They had Kurt's creamy pale skin and chestnut colored hair, but it looked like it would curl like Sophie's soft blonde ringlets. The babies’ eyes were blue, like all babies eyes are, but Kurt thought it looked like the one he was holding would get Sophie's brown eyes, where as the one Blaine had looked like they would remain blue like his.
"There're gorgeous,” he breathed, kissing Sophie on the forehead. One single tear slipped down Blaine's cheek.

"They're beautiful." The two husbands had discussed names many times, but suddenly, they didn't seem to fit. Blaine looked into his son's eyes. "Eric. His name is Eric."

"This one's Simon,” Kurt whispered. "Simon Hummel-Anderson."

"Simon and Eric. They're truly ours," Blaine breathed. "When can we bring them home?" he asked a nurse.

"They're both a healthy weight... We'd just like to keep them over night under observation, you can take them home in the morning."
"Thank you so much, Sophie," Kurt smiled, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Thank you for our sons." Sophie smiled.

"It's nothing, sweetie. Take good care of them." They gestured for Kurt and Blaine to go to another room. They got to bring Simon and Eric with them.

"You can sleep in here," a nurse told them. Kurt and Blaine pushed the two single beds together and curled on the make-shift double bed together, holding the babies.
"They're so perfect, Blaine..." Kurt breathed. "And so tiny." Blaine played with Eric's hand.

"I know... And they're ours." He leaned over to kiss Kurt on the lips. "They look like you. Completely perfect." Simon started to squirm a little, whimpering softly.

"Shh..." Kurt whispered. "Don't cry..." The cries got louder and he turned to Blaine with wide eyes.

"Try to soothe him. Maybe... Sing for him," Blaine offered. Eric was still asleep. Kurt brought the baby up to his shoulder, rubbing his back and singing Disney songs to him quietly. He cursed softly when the baby’s cries woke up Eric. Blaine sighed and brought Eric up on his shoulder to rock his gently. He sang softly and tried to soothe him. Finally, the two babies fell asleep. All four boys were exhausted. Blaine gripped Kurt's hand and smiled tiredly.

"It'll be worth it."

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Kurt and Blaine both came with the twins to drop them off on their first day of school.

"Daddy, I'm nervous..." Eric told Kurt quietly when they reached the parking lot. Blaine and Simon walked ahead, hand in hand. Kurt sighed and swooped Eric up into his arms, settling him on his hip and looking into his blue eyes. The twins were identical, apart from their eyes. But while Simon was loud and playful, Eric was shy and reserved, not making friends easily.
"Honey, you'll be fine. You and Si can make friends with some other kids."

"You promise?" he whispered, looking at Kurt with big eyes.

"Of course, honey. Plus, Papa and I will be here to pick you up later." They caught up with Blaine and Simon.
"What if the other kids don't like me?" Eric asked quietly, just loud enough for Blaine to hear. Blaine gave Simon's hand to Kurt and kneeled beside Eric.

"Hey sweetie, don't be scared. You'll be just fine."

"But kids are mean to me,” he whispered, not meeting Blaine's eyes. "They always play with Simon..."

"Simon will play with you too, honey. Don't worry." He kissed Eric's forehead and smiled at him. "Okay?" Eric nodded uncertainly and took his brother’s hand. They ran into school together and Kurt leant against Blaine.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Blaine took his hand and smiled.

"Yeah, I think they will."

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Eric stepped inside, his whole body shaking. He wouldn't tell daddy Kurt or papa Blaine, but he wasn't only nervous, he was terrified. Simon dropped his brother’s hand and ran off to make friends. He loved his twin, but he didn't understand why Eric would just talk to people.

The day went by slowly and at lunch time, Eric was sat by himself in the corner of the playground with his sandwich and his juice box. A bigger boy in their class came up to him.
"You're stupid!" the boy laughed. "My mommy says I shouldn't be friends with you 'cause your daddies are fags... But Simon's nice. You're stupid!" The bigger boy grabbed his sandwich and shoved it in his own mouth before squeezing the entire juice box over Eric's head. The little boy’s bottom lip wobbled and he looked around for his brother. Simon saw everything happen from across the yard. He ran there and stood in front of Eric.

"Don't hurt him! He's my best brother I ever had!" Eric curled in a ball, whimpering thanks to the cold juice and watched as Simon and the other boy got into a fight. Before long, all three boys were being dragged to the principal’s office and the secretary was calling Blaine.
"Mr Hummel-Anderson? Would you be able to come down to the school please? Your son has been involved in a fight."

"Wh-What?" Blaine stuttered. "Eric or Simon?"

"Simon... But it would seem Eric was involved as well. The twins and the other boy are refusing to say what happened."

"I'll be there in ten minutes." Blaine hung up and rushed to the school. Kurt was working as a teacher at NYU and had a class at the moment.

When Blaine burst into the office, Eric was curled up, still soaked through with juice and his eyes bright red and swollen from crying. Simon was sat next to him, his tiny fists clenched and his lip split and bloody. The other boy, Tommy Davies was sat on his mother’s lap, being fussed over. He had a black eye coming through. Blaine walked straight up to Eric and took the sobbing boy in his arms. He reached for Simon and pulled him in, too.

"P-Papa..." Eric whimpered into Blaine's neck.
"Ah. Good, you're here," Mrs. Davies said curtly. "Now we can get your boys punished for injuring my son." Blaine looked at her firmly and held his sons tight.

"I believe we need a story here. What happened, Simon?" he asked. Simon darted a quick look at Eric before looking up at Blaine, blood still dripping down his chin.

"He started it, Papa!" he insisted with wide, innocent eyes. Blaine sighed.

"It doesn't matter who started it. Just tell us what happened, alright?"

"I... He was mean to Eric." Simon pouted and looked at his hands. "I was just trying to get him to leave him alone!" Blaine frowned.

"What do you mean? How was he mean to Eric?" Eric looked at his hands and spoke softly.

"He ate my sandwich,” he whispered. "And poured my juice on me... He said that I was stupid and that his mommy said you and daddy are fags... What's a fag, papa?"
"That's a lie!" Mrs. Davies stood up. "My Tommy would never do such a thing!" The principle was watching quietly, not sure what to say.

"Excuse me," said Blaine to Mr. Davies. "How would my son even have heard the word fag if it wasn’t for Tommy? I think he's telling the truth." Eric sniffed and hid his face in Blaine's side.
"It seems to me that Eric is socially introverted and Simon has violence issues. I would suggest getting professional help for both of your sons." Mrs. Davies smirked before turning to the principle. "But for now, I would suggest that both twins are suspended."
"No!" Simon burst, looking at Blaine with wide eyes. "Eric didn't do anything!"

"I think that would be very unfair," Blaine said, turned to the principle. "And why would Eric have juice in his hair? I don't think he did that to himself."

"Mr. Hummel-Anderson," the principle sighed. "I doubt Tommy was being malicious. Boys will be boys..." Blaine's face was completely straight.

"So you think my boy beat him up for nothing? And you’re going to suspend them both?"

"I know your son hurt Tommy, Mr. Hummel-Anderson." The principle ran a hand through his hair. "He has a black eye... And Tommy's parents donate a good deal of money to the school,” he sighed. "I'm suggesting a week long suspension for Simon and a week of detentions for Tommy. And Eric... Eric won't be getting any punishment, but I suggest that you talk to him about mixing better with the other children. You can take them both home now." Blaine shook his head.

"No. We'll take them to another school. The evidence to what happened here are so clear, but you're blinded by homophobia." Blaine took Eric up to rest on his hip and took Simon's hand. "We won't take that."

"Mr. Hummel-Anderson... I really think that you're over reacting.” Eric was still shaking in Blaine's arms.

"What do you think of homosexuals?" he asked both of them, looking at them with a firm and decided gaze.

"That's really neither here nor there," the Principle blustered.
"I think that you're going to hell," Mrs. Davies stated. "And I don't want my son infected with your loose morals." Simon's eyes went wide.

"Don't say that to my papa! He's not going to hell!" Blaine winced.

"Simon, don't..."

"You're a horrible lady!" Simon yelled, angry tears spilling out of his eyes.
"I'm scared, papa..." Eric whimpered. "Can we go home?" Mrs. Davies raised an eyebrow.

"Your father is going to hell, along with your other father." She rolled her eyes. "I think the problem is solved. As long as those boys change schools." Eric peaked a look up to Blaine, he'd never seen his papa look this scary. Blaine let both of his sons go and stepped closer to her.

"You know nothing about us and you have no right to walk over us like that. Come on, boys, let's go." He grabbed the boys’ hands and walked out of the room.

The drove home in silence. Once they got into the house, Simon reached for Blaine, the bottom half of his face still covered in blood.

"My lip hurts, papa..." Blaine nodded.

"Oh, of course, sweetie." He fixed Simon's lip and then showered both of them. When it was all done, they sat down in the couch and watched The Lion King while waiting for Kurt. Eric hadn't said anything since they came in, he was just burrowed into Blaine's side, shaking a little. Simon turned to his Papa.

"Are you mad at me for hitting Tommy?" he asked softly

"Yes," Blaine nodded. "I'm glad you stood up to him, but you should never hit someone, okay?" Blaine realized that Kurt and he needed to have a talk with the boys later. They didn't understand that their parents were different.

"But he made Eric cry..."

"It wa s a good thought, baby," said Blaine and kissed his forehead. "But you can't hit anyone, ever." Just then, he heard Kurt enter. "We're in here!" Blaine half shouted. Kurt frowned as he entered the room.

"Why are you all home early? Simon!" he gasped, rushing over and falling to his knees in front of his son, taking his face gently in his hands. "What happened to your lip?"

"I hit Tommy," he admitted quietly. "But only because he made Eric cry! And then Tommy hit me back... It still h-hurts, daddy...." Kurt took Simon in his arms and hugged him close, looking up at Blaine.

"What's going on?"

"Well, I believe it happened how Simon said, but well, the principle didn't. Then Mrs. Davies said you and I are going to hell... It pissed Simon off as well. I made them quit. They're going to the other school we considered before. I can't let them go at that one," Blaine blushed as he said the words, but he was determined. "The principle is even homophobic!" Kurt nodded, fire blazing behind his eyes, but his gaze softened when he turned to the younger twin.

"Eric, honey, are you okay?" Eric curled tighter into Blaine's side, he had always been closer to Blaine.

"I'm okay," he whispered. "Daddies… What's a fag?" Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine swallowed hard.

"Boys... We need to talk to you about something." Their sons nodded slowly and looked at their daddies. "Well..." Blaine found Kurt's hand and laced their fingers together. "Most of your friends have a mommy and a daddy, right?" The boys nodded again. "Sometimes, two boys or two girls fall in love, like me and your daddy. And some people think that's wrong."

"But why?" Simon asked from Kurt's lap. "You and Daddy love each other, right?"

"Of course we do. But some people think it shouldn't be that way. That it's not normal. That's why some people call us bad words, like 'fag'. But you can't say that word. It's a bad one." Blaine looked over at Kurt for help. He had no idea if the boys understood.

"Boys," Kurt hesitated. "How do you feel when people call you names and are mean?"
"I don't like it..." Simon frowned. Eric sniffed and climbed onto Blaine's lap.

"It makes me cry..."
"Right. Because it's mean and it isn't true. That's how me and Papa feel when people say those horrible things about us. And if someone ever says those things to you, I want you to tell a teacher and remember that love is love. And that we're a happy family and that's all that matters, okay?" Simon nodded.

"I love you, daddies," he whispered and curled into Kurt's lap. Blaine smiled and pulled Eric closer.

"We love both of you so much."

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Later that night, when Simon was asleep, Eric padded into Blaine and Kurt's room, his hair mussed up and his eyes red. He tugged on Blaine's hand to wake him up. Blaine stirred awake and saw Eric.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"I had a nightmare, Papa,” he whispered, his voice hitching with tears.

"Oh, baby," he said and held out his arms. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Eric shook his head and curled in Blaine's arms under the covers.

"Why don't kids like me, Papa?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know," Blaine whispered and hugged him close. "I don't think they have given you a proper chance. You know, people didn't like daddy Kurt when he was younger either, and he's amazing, you know that. And so are you."

"They all like Simon,” the small boy whimpered. "I can't be loud like him..." Blaine stroke Eric's cheek gently.

"Sometimes, you don't have to be loud to make friends." Blaine knew Kurt had woken up and was listening. What he just said fit their relationship perfectly. Because they weren't just husbands, also best friends.

Eric nodded slowly.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Papa?"

"Of course." He pulled Eric close. "Comfortable?" he asked with a smile.

"Mhm," Eric mumbled. "I love you, Papa."

"I love you too, sweetie," he kissed Eric's head gently. "Don't forget it." Eric yawned.

"More than Simon?"

"No. I love you both just as much. Daddy Kurt does, too, and grandma Marie and uncle Cooper. We all love you just as much as we love Simon."

"Everyone plays with Simon more,” the little boy whispered, and it was true, Eric was so quiet that it was easy to forget about him.