"I can't believe you have to work today," Blaine grumbled as he snuggled his face down into Kurt's neck.

"Those damn patients of mine," Kurt smirked with his eyes still closed. "You'd think they'd know it was a Holiday and have the decency to not get sick until tomorrow." Blaine smiled and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"That's not what I mean, though yes, that sucks too. I meant that we spent three hours trapped in an elevator at that hospital where you had to do an emergency delivery of twins. You'd think that would automatically give you a day off." The nurse sighed as he rolled on top of the other man completely and started placing kisses down his neck.

"Mmmm... I wasn't necessarily looking forward to working today either but now I REALLY don't want to go..." Kurt's eyes were still closed he relaxed his body and tipped his head back on the pillow, intent on enjoying being ravished.

"I think we have time... we could..."

"Happy Thanksgiving!" Their door was thrown open and two small bodies landed squarely on top of them.

"What was that you said yesterday about another one?" Kurt whispered sassily as he pulled Addy into his lap and placed a kiss on her head with a 'Morning Princess!'

Blaine sighed as he scooped Elly into his arms and ruffled the boy's hair.

"I was on a newborn baby high. Anything said in a moment like that cannot be held against me."

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Martin!" The physical therapist walked into the hospital room, pushing the wheelchair in front of her.

Alex glared in response.

"You know, the sooner you heal the sooner you can get out of..."

"Yes, and go to jail you stupid bitch." His voice was dead and monotone.

The ever-present officer on guard leaned in from his place by the door. "Do you need some help?" He eyed the man in the bed and then glanced questioningly at the therapist.

"No, we're good," she replied. "Just trying to be pleasant."

"Well, don't bother," Alex hissed. "I have plenty of incentive for healing and your 'pleasant' words won't make any difference." Reaching for the wheelchair he used all of his strength to pull himself from the bed.

"Just shut the fuck up and do your job."

The therapist snapped her lips shut tightly and jerkily wheeled him from the room. They did not pay her enough for patients like this.

"Burt, honey? You can't bogart the babies." Carole smiled from her place by Rachel's bedside. Burt was sitting in a hospital chair, holding one baby in each arm, literally glowing.

"Yeah Grandpa, it's my turn." Elliott tugged on his Grandpa's arm gently.

"Me too! Me too!" Addy was bouncing in her father's lap.

"You guys might be a little young yet..." Blaine began cautiously.

"We might be able to finagle something..." Carole took Elliott into her lap and sat next to Burt. "Finn, you hand us Teegan and then Burt, you can give Skylar over to Blaine and Addy."

For a moment the adults took in the beauty of the small children holding the babies... with a lot of help.

This was the scene Kurt walked in on. Being the doctor who had made the emergency delivery gave him free rein to check on the patient as often as he liked. He took full advantage of this.

"Third time today, bro." Finn teased sleepily from his place on the bed next to Rachel. Hailey was curled up in his lap, fast asleep. Kurt just shrugged and walked up to Rachel, chart in hand.

"Things are looking good, Rach. I'm going to have Dr. Stevens check you out one last time and then I think we might be able to get you home by tonight." Rachel burst into tears.

"Y-you don't have to go home quite yet if you don't want!" Kurt knelt down by her side, rubbing her arm. Finn did his best to hold in a smile.

"Dude, those are happy tears. She really, really, REALLY doesn't want to be here." He leaned in and kissed his wife's hair and stroked her cheek lovingly. The girl just sniffed and nodded.

"I'm thinking those postpartum emotions might be kicking in a little." Finn whispered, not nearly as quietly as he thought.

"I just gave birth and I'm exhausted... and yes a little emotional... but I'm not deaf you idiot!" At this her tears cleared automatically and she gave him an angry glare. Finn gave Kurt a desperate look, as if asking him what to do.

"You're on your own, Finn," Kurt grinned at his brother. "Rachel, though? You just let me know how you're feeling okay? Being emotional is perfectly normal, just let me know if it ever feels too much." He gave her a loving and steadying look. She smiled quietly but still glared at Finn, punching him lightly in the arm.

Kurt went to sit on the side of the chair, next to Blaine. The doctor leaned in and put an arm around his fiancé as he gazed adoringly at his namesake.

"I think I might be back to wanting that third baby again," Blaine whispered, just loud enough for the doctor to hear.

"Will I be able to hold this statement against you or are you going to blame it on another baby high?" Kurt pressed a light kiss to Skylar's head as he whispered back.

"Ask me tomorrow when we're trying to have sex and our kids interrupt us again." Blaine grinned, eyes never leaving the infant in his and Addy's arms.

The four other adults in the room watched in pure happiness. All were counting the days until this little family was official.

Alex worked hard. He had a mission. Blaine would be his again. He would do anything to make it happen.

Every day he put all of his strength and determination into his physical therapy. Every day he could feel himself growing stronger.

There was one thought that grew and festered in his mind.

'I'll be married again, this time to the right man...'

No other man could be right for Blaine. It wasn't possible. Alex would show him. He would show him if it was the last thing he did.

"You're making great progress, Mr. Martin." The doctor looked at the patient sitting across from him with a smile that faded quickly. All he received in response was a cold glare.

"If this continues we'll be able to release you into full police custody within the month."

"Christmas in the hospital instead of jail. You sure know how treat a guy."

The doctor swallowed hard and did his best to not falter under the menacing gaze.

"Yes. That is the plan. You will soon be healed enough that you will no longer need to receive full-time care."

"Very well." Alex's glare slowly turned into a grin. The most evil and malicious grin that the doctor had ever seen.

There was something wrong with this man. Seriously wrong.

"Daddy? We gotta talk." Elliott walked up to Kurt, a hand on his hip, looking very determined. Addy was right behind, holding Elly's free hand and looking rather apprehensive. Kurt and Blaine were curled up on the couch, half watching Project Runway and half chatting about their day. They took in the seriousness on the kids' faces, glanced at each other and sat up quickly.

Kurt held his arms out for his son and Blaine did the same for Addy. To their surprise the children took one look at each other and climbed into the opposite parent's lap. Blaine pulled Elliott in close and kissed the freckled cheek. Kurt twisted a dark curl around his finger and did the same to Addy.

"So, do you guys want to tell us what's up?" Blaine was the first to speak.

The children looked at each other and Elliott whispered to the little girl, "You go first."

Addy turned in Kurt's arms and placed plump hands on either side of his face. "Do you want me?"

Kurt's heart literally broke. Where is this coming from?!

"Of course I want you, Adelaide! I will always want you!" He hugged her tight, determined to never let her go. The little girl smiled and looked at Elly.

The small boy turned to Blaine and reached one hand to wrap in the dark curls. Blaine's stomach dropped, knowing what was coming.

"Do you want me too?" Blue eyes met hazel with a gaze that was far beyond the four-year-old's years.

"You're what I've always wanted, El. I have a daughter AND a son now." He stooped slightly to make sure that the child saw how serious he was. Elliott waited just a moment before smiling widely before turning back to Addy.

"We're a family, right?" Addy's small voice piped up, more of a statement than a question.

"Of course. Elliott got a black eye making sure that people know we're a family, didn't he?" Kurt only laughed a little, seeing that the kids were not in a joking mood.

"Then why don't I get to call Addy my sister and Blaine my other daddy?" Elliott crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. The doctor sat open mouthed for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly to respond. Blaine found an answer first.

"Addy IS your sister, honey... and I AM your other daddy. We are a family and nothing can change that. We just can't use those actual words yet." He ran a soothing hand through the brown hair.

"That's stupid."

"Elliott!" Kurt shot out in surprise.

"Well it is!" This time it was Addy speaking. "If you're really my daddy then why can't I just say it?"

Kurt looked at her helplessly, feeling wretched. "It's just that there are laws we have to follow, sweet-pea. We have to do things a certain way and in a certain order."

"Is a police officer gonna come take me away if I call you daddy?" Addy whispered, clutching a tiny fist to her mouth.

"Oh, god no, baby!" Blaine reached out and rubbed her back while Kurt held her close, feeling ready to cry at her desperate tone.

"Then why can't we just say it?" Elliott threw up his hands in frustration. "It's stupid."

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other over the children's heads and slowly linked hands on the back of the couch.

"You're right. It's stupid." Blaine whispered with a smile.

The two children looked at him hopefully. Kurt bit the inside of his lip and nodded slowly.

"Let's officially introduce ourselves, shall we?" He placed a loud smack on the little girl's cheek and spoke to his son.

"Elliott, have you met your sister, Adelaide? I'm officially her daddy now." Addy squealed and threw her arms around the doctor's neck.

"My daddy! My other daddy! I have two daddies!" Kurt laughed while a small tear of joy escaped his eye, squeezing her right back.

"It's our turn I suppose," Blaine looked to the little boy and then across to his daughter. "Addy, I have another kid now. His name is Elliott. I hope you don't mind having a big brother." Elliott's response was more reserved than Addy's had been, true to his nature. He looked up at the nurse with big eyes.

"Thank you, daddy. I love you."

"We can get the papers together and meet with everyone by the end of the week. If it all goes smoothly we'll get a court date and finalize the divorce about a month after you've gone into custody."

Sam stared at his client, waiting for a response... any kind of response. He sighed and looked at his watch. He had promised his wife he'd be home for their Christmas Eve dinner and it was a quarter to five.

"Alex? Did you hear me?"

No response, the man in the wheelchair just stared out the window.

"Look, I know that your situation is far from ideal, but you actually have a chance to turn your life around. The man you attacked has healed fine, your husband isn't pressing further charges about breaking the restraining order... we're dealing with assault and drug-holding charges only. Those are handleable. You can still make something of yourself again..."

Alex started rocking back and forth, a slow grin coming to his face. His eyes were glazed over as if he was in another world entirely. A whispered melody left his cracked lips...

"Have yourself a Merry Fucking Christmas..."