Nick rushed into the conference room, running a few minutes late, briefcase in hand. He had been pleasantly surprised a couple of weeks earlier when he had found a message on his desk that a Sam Meyers, of Hartford & Associates, had called, stating that he represented Mr. Alex Martin in his divorce from Nick Duval's client, Mr. Blaine Anderson. After the fiasco at the coffee shop he had thought that Alex would fight tooth and nail before getting to this point. He had been even more surprised when, during the first meeting of the lawyers, he was told that Alex would not be contesting Blaine's suit for full custody of Addy. Well, surprised and suspicious. This did not fall in line, at all, with what he had seen the other night. He didn't want to worry Blaine though, so he had simply told him that Alex had had a change of heart. He wasn't sure if Blaine believed this to be true or if he just desperately wanted it to be, but he had not questioned it, just seemed grateful.

Today they were meeting to go over the terms of the divorce. They had been lucky enough for things to start falling into place quickly and to draw a judge who was known to be very sympathetic in cases such as theirs. He couldn't have asked for things to go smoothly. That was why he was worried. Like it or not, being a lawyer for the last six years had jaded him and made him question when everything seemed to go too perfectly. It drove Jeff, the eternal optimist, absolutely nuts. This thought caused him to momentarily forget his concerns and daydream about his husband. Elise was staying overnight at his mom's so that they could have a much needed night away together. (Crazy hotel sex, here we come!)

He glanced at his watch. Sam was 15 minutes late, very unusual. The extremely stuffy lawyer from the prestigious law firm in Columbus was always precisely on time. Nick decided to double check the other conference rooms, to make sure he hadn't accidentally mixed up their meeting place. After satisfying himself that he was, indeed, in the right place, he started to head back in to wait.

"I'm telling you for the last time. Get your shit together. I don't need this kind of trouble!"

Nick stopped in his tracks. (That sounded like Sam's voice.) He hesitated for just a moment before deciding he wasn't above eavesdropping. He crept quietly to the wall and stopped just before the small hallway where the voice had come from.

"Look, I'm paying you, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then just do your fucking job and stop worrying about things that aren't your business!"

(Oh, my god! That's Alex! He sounds like he's completely plastered!) Nick glanced at his watch. (It's two o'clock in the freaking afternoon!)

"It's hard for me to do my job when you're never sober long enough for us to have a conversation."

(Ok, wow. Guess I was right.)

"There's nothing we need to discuss. I told you to just do whatever he wants. I don't care. I've got my own plans... He can't get away with this..." The last sentence was whispered and trailed off at the end. Alex sounded like he didn't even realize he had spoken it out loud.

Silence.

(Holy fuck! He's completely gone off the deep end!)

"I feel it necessary to remind you that as your lawyer..."

"Shit, man! Just do your job! Meet with that puss of a lawyer..."

(Hey!)

"...and just agree to whatever they want. That's what I'm paying you for. That's all I'm paying you for. Anything I do outside of agreeing to the terms of the divorce are my concern, not yours."

"Fine. Screw yourself over if you want. It's on your head."

Nick rushed back to the conference room, as quietly as possible, when he heard the footsteps headed his way.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Duval. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. A meeting with a client ran over. Now did you get the papers my secretary faxed you..."

Nick tried his best to pay attention to what the other lawyer was saying. His breathing had just started to slow down but his heart was still racing. (Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!)

Puck gripped the steering wheel tightly. This man was pissing him off. The hotheaded kid he'd been in high school was desperately trying to take control and just go ahead and beat the shit out of him. Puck had learned long ago, though, that this was not the answer. The laws were there for a reason. He hadn't always obeyed every single one, that sort of might be the reason he was no longer on the force. It had worked out though. He was better suited for this line of work. Bringing some justice and being able to color outside of the lines at the same time.

This particular man was trying every bit of his patience though. Between him and the two other men on his team they were pulling double time, trailing this guy and keeping an eye on the little girl. He had thought at first to have a full-time watch on the child and simply check this guy out on the side. What he discovered though made him more than a little concerned. Enough so that either he or one of his men were tailing the guy full-time now, on top of keeping an eye on the girl. It was exhausting and they spelled each other just long enough to get some sleep, but he felt it was necessary. This man was not acting right. Actually, acting out of his fucking mind was more like it. He followed Blaine, and sometimes Addy, everywhere. Not technically breaking the rules of his restraining order, but acting creepily enough that he may as well have been. He went to all kinds of trouble trying to be in disguise but ended up just making himself more obvious, at least in Puck's eyes. (Dickhead.)

This. This was the worse part though. The man was a freaking meth head. Puck watched as Alex walked up to the man sitting outside the Taco Bell and exchanged goods, looking to the casual observer like they were simply bumping fists in greeting. (Pretty smooth actually.) Puck appreciated wryly. He continued to watch as Alex walked to his car and proceeded to crush his drug into powder right on the dash. Again. Puck had seen him do this multiple times. The man couldn't even wait till he was in a less obvious place. He was going to snort right there in his car. If Puck hadn't been so concerned about Kurt's boyfriend and the little kid he would have felt sorry for him. He knew addiction was hell.

He was past sorry though. Things had gone so far beyond that. Puck made up his mind as he followed the man out into the street. For tonight, he would continue to follow the man. Tomorrow he would up his game. First of all, he would tell Kurt and Blaine how serious things were getting. He hadn't wanted to worry them at first. They already seemed so stressed about the situation and he had had it perfectly under control. That was his job... but this man was getting too erratic. Puck knew that a drug addled mind very rarely made sense and he didn't trust that he would always be a step ahead of someone who was completely off their head. It was time for the two men to know just how intense things were so they could be on guard.

Secondly, he would go to the station. He still had friends on the force. It was time for some backup.

"5, 3, 2, 1... wait. I fohgot 4! 5, 4..."

"Just find us Elly!" Addy yelped from her hiding spot inside the pantry.

Blaine turned to grin at Kurt with a roll of his eyes in their shared hiding spot of Kurt's walk-in closet. "My forever impatient daughter," he whispered.

Kurt laughed quietly, "I don't blame her. That was the third time Elliott tried counting down and there is no extra standing room in that pantry. She's gotta be crowded, even as small as she is."

Blaine shrugged and pulled Kurt into his arms as they waited for Elliott to seek them out. "Did you ever think, two weeks ago, that one of us would suggest he STOP talking?"

Kurt shook his head, amazement in his eyes, as he leaned fully back into Blaine and rested his head on the other man's shoulder. "It's like a floodgate was opened." They were still speaking in hushed tones, enjoying their time alone and not in a hurry to be found. "First a sentence or two a day and then all of a sudden it's like there was never a problem."

Shrieks of laughter. Elliott must have found Addy.

"Maybe there never was a problem."

"He's three and had never spoken a word. You consider that normal?"

"Who's to say what's normal? We get so caught up in charts and statistic, especially in the medical field, that we forget about the simple fact that every kid is different. You can't put everyone on a chart. Yeah, it's rare, but that doesn't mean there was ever anything wrong with him. He's talking now. He's happy. He's obviously smart... So, no problem."

"No, Addy, I looked there already!" Pattering feet ran down the hall and into Elliott's room.

Kurt turned his head to look back at Blaine. "Have I ever told you that you are in the perfect line of work?" (I am going to marry this man and make him Elliott's other dad someday.)

"Mmmm, you do realize that you are now in the perfect position for me to this," Blaine leaned in and kissed the other man with enthusiasm. Kurt's lips parted immediately to allow Blaine access into his mouth, just as enthused. They had gotten pretty good at this over the last two weeks. Each kiss got more intense as they grew braver, exploring each other's mouths and bodies, bit by bit. Before he even realized what he was doing, Kurt had turned around and was straddling Blaine, both hands gripping the black curls. Blaine gasped, breathing the doctor in, as he slid a hand under the back of Kurt's shirt.

"What are you guys doing?"

Both men froze, tongues still in mouths, hands clutching at each other. As if in slow motion they turned to face the closet door. Two pairs of eyes watched them curiously. Blaine panicked.

"Ummm, we were just.. we were... adults things, ok guys? Why didn't you knock?"

"But we were playing hide-and-seek, daddy. You don't have to knock in hide-and-seek."

"Well, you need to now. When adults are having adult time..."

"For heaven's sake, Blaine, you're making it so much worse than it needs to be." Kurt climbed off of Blaine's lap, his problem from moments before fleeing with the presence of the children. "Sorry, kids. We both just felt like some hugs and forgot about the game for a minute. Tell you what, why don't you go get a cookie from the kitchen and look at some books in Elly's room. We'll be out in a minute." Both kids ran off excitedly talking to each other as they went.

"Why were they hugging with their lips?"

"Dunno, but it looked yucky."

Blaine looked at Kurt and they both started to laugh. "Sorry about that, sometimes I crack under pressure."

"I'm retracting my earlier statement about you being in the right profession. Are you sure the emergency room is the right place for you?"

"Funny."

Both men took a step forward to go see the kids.

"Hey, Kurt..."

"What?"

"We both just came out of the closet."

"What time is your dad getting here?" Blaine zipped up the front of Addy's footy pajamas and started to run a brush through her curls.

"Ten minutes." Kurt pulled Elliott up in his lap so that he could settle tiny Elmo slippers onto his son's feet.

"I hate working the night shift, especially both of us. I hate having to ask your parents to help us out when we already use them all week long. If we did different nights one of us would just be able to stay home with the kids."

Kurt stopped what he was doing to think about that comment. He couldn't believe how quickly they had turned into a little family. It was just assumed that if one adult was busy, the other would stay with the kids. Never a question. Kurt felt his throat close a little at that word, family. He cleared his throat lightly and adjusted his glasses on his nose to cover the slight misting of his eyes. Blaine hadn't noticed though as he was busy telling his daughter, "I know, but it wouldn't hurt so much if you had let me brush out all the tangles this morning."

"You're right, it's annoying, but it's hospital policy. And we get off easy. Anyone with a family only has to do one overnight every other week as long as we're properly staffed. And doing it together means no nights away from each other," Kurt added with a winning smile. "Plus, don't forget that not only do we pay my parents, their lives are completely about their grandkids. They'd be mad at us if we didn't ask them." It was Blaine's turn to feel a little overwhelmed with emotion about Addy being included in 'grandkids.' "Hey, don't forget, tomorrow you have to go pay your rent so you don't lose your place."

They hadn't really discussed the housing situation. Blaine had mentioned needing to keep up his rent and Kurt hadn't questioned it. Blaine didn't ever want to go back to his apartment though and Kurt didn't want him to ever leave. They couldn't say out loud yet that they just wanted to live together. It felt too soon. Their situation, though far from ideal, was allowing them to play house without actually talking it out like adults. Pretty soon they would need to deal with that.

"Okay guys, go brush your teeth. Yes, Elliott, Grandpa will read you a story when he gets here." Kurt answered his son's question before it was even asked.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Kurt. Nick texted me and said he needs to talk about something with us. Apparently he and Jeff are staying at the Marriott tonight, the one right next to the hospital so they are going to stop by for a minute."

"Oh, man, a night away sounds so nice!" (Oh boy, I sounded like I'm looking for a 'night away' with Blaine! Yes, we sleep in the same bed but we agreed it's too soon for that.)

(Damn, I want into those incredibly tight pants.) Blaine blushed as Kurt caught him staring at his ass.

"Why are they interrupting their night together? Why can't we just talk to Nick tomorrow?"

Blaine shrugged, "He said it was kind of urgent."

"Didn't he have a meeting with Alex's lawyer today?" The men looked at each other and both felt a nervous feeling start deep in their stomachs. They stepped together quickly and held each other, hoping to ease the other's nerves.

"Hey now, dad in the house! Stop with all the lovey crap!" Burt teased from the front door.

Kurt sighed but smiled. "You're forgetting that I'm far from a teenager and this house actually belongs to me." He stepped over to hug his dad in greeting.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, Blaine."

"Good evening, sir. Thank you so much for watching Addy along with Elliott." Blaine walked over to shake the other man's hand and Burt shook it with an amused expression.

"Kiddo, you don't gotta be so formal. You're practically part of the family, which makes Addy part of it too." He walked in from the door and looked at the boys with a sneaky smile. "So, hey, Carole was wondering but didn't want to come right out and ask. What IS up with you guys exactly anyway? Where do you stand? I mean you're living together and I'm assuming that means you're sleep…"

"Oh my god, what is it with my family saying embarrassing things. If Carole didn't want to come right out and ask, did it not occur to you that it might behoove YOU to not ask? We're leaving now kids!" Kurt called while blushing furiously and distinctly looking away from both Blaine and his father. Burt held up his hands in surrender and laughed to himself while he watched the kids interact. He noticed that it wasn't just Kurt saying goodbye to Elliott, nor Blaine to Addy. All four were hugging goodnight together. He wasn't choked up, not at all.

"Alright ya little ragamuffins. Pick out a book and hop into bed. I'll come read it in a sec." Burt lifted the curtain to watch the boys leave while the kids ran off to find a story. He smiled to himself as he saw them hold hands down the walk, then watched as Blaine opened the car door for Kurt before walking around and getting in himself. He also noticed the van across the street. (Good.) He was no man to be afraid of a little danger, but there were two little children to protect here and it was nice knowing he had backup. He let the curtain fall back into place and went to tuck in his grandkids.

If he had stood just a moment longer he would have seen a car pull out of a side street moments later, hot on Blaine's tale. Moments after that, another car followed much more discreetly.