Blaine left the keys with a very disheveled looking Nick, who agreed to hang out at the house the following day and wait for the furniture to arrive while they were gone.

Kurt and Blaine rode in a comfortable, peaceful silence all the way to San Diego. Kurt looked out the window and watched the night sky, while Blaine was given the honor of driving Kurt's Honda.

Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled. This was the way his life was supposed to be. Quiet moments with the man that he loved, not lying about who he really was to people he'd never met, hectic shooting schedules with co-stars he barely tolerated, and bending over backwards for throngs of people he'd never remember anyway. He liked this Blaine, the one he was now, driving to spend the night with his boyfriend's family.

In a way, it felt like he was taking back something in his life that he never got the chance to have.

Kurt fell asleep half way through the trip, and woke again when they exited the highway. Kurt put a hand on Blaine's knee, and Blaine covered it with his own.

They got to the house a little after eight. Every light was still on, and through the windows, Kurt could see a mountain of boxes forming. Two sets of eyes peeked through the blinds as Blaine cut the engine. Beyond them, seated on the couch, bouncing up and down, Kurt could see Eva, waving wildly with her fingers dancing through the air.

Kurt walked around to Blaine's side of the car and took his hand, squeezing gently.

"I have to warn you..." Kurt's voice sounded serious as they approached the back door, "Eva has literally been dying to see you."

Blaine nodded as he listened.

"She might be a little manic. She might scream. She might even throw stuff. It's normal. That's just how she expresses excitement." Kurt sighed as he fitted the key into the lock. Blaine put a hand on his shoulder.

"I just don't want it to turn you off," Kurt confessed without turning to look into Blaine's eyes. Blaine rested his head against Kurt's shoulder.

"This is really new for me," Blaine admitted. "I won't lie. It might take me time. But, I'm going to do my best."

Kurt turned this time, rubbing his nose against Blaine's.

"And I'll help you." Kurt smiled. "I promise."

Kurt leaned in to kiss Blaine, but the door flew open, and Kurt and Blaine were face to face with Dave, hair sticking up in all directions, Eva's thin body wrapped awkwardly around his. Dave shifted her from hip to hip, trying to negotiate the cast on her leg. Eva babbled non-stop, reaching out for Blaine, brown eyes wide and unblinking. For whatever reason Blaine didn't understand, he reached his arms out and took the girl from Dave. She settled down almost immediately, still babbling but much more quietly. She rested her head on Blaine's shoulder and stuck her hand into his hair, twirling the curls around her fingers, giggling when they sprang free and bounced back.

Dave looked spell bound, watching the girl who had pretty much run amuck nonstop for three days straight quiet in the arms of Blaine Anderson. Kurt couldn't help the smile on his own face as he watched Blaine look into Eva's eyes, listening intently to whatever she was trying to tell him.

Dave blew out a long breath.

"Well, that's a relief," he said, turning to walk back inside. Blaine and Kurt followed, shutting and locking the door behind them. Finn and Barbra crowded Kurt when he walked into the living room, hugging him and telling him how much they missed him...and in the case of Finn, how much he missed Kurt's pancakes. Both children eyed Blaine strangely when they saw him carrying their sister, but decided not to say anything. Blaine was pretty much perceived now as their savior and for the most part could do no wrong.

"I have almost everything we didn't want the movers to pack boxed up, I think." Dave motioned to the wall of boxes surrounding the kitchen and living room. "Everyone's clothes have been boxed up, except for what they need for the next few days, and I got a wardrobe box for your clothes since I know you don't fold anything."

"My clothes thank you, Dave." Kurt nodded

"And since you refuse to take any of the furniture," Dave continued, "I would have to say you rented a moving van just to relocate your clothes."

"Totally worth it," Kurt responded.

Dave yawned, squinting his eyes as he looked at the clock on the microwave. Kurt put a hand on his arm.

"You should get some sleep, hon," Kurt said, but Dave shook his head stubbornly.

"I'm not too sure that your man is going to be able to help with the packing." Dave motioned over Kurt's shoulder to where Blaine sat on the couch with Eva in his lap. She picked up two mermaid dolls and shoved one in his hands. Kurt laughed.

"Yeah, I see your point."

Kurt looked at the work that still needed to be done.

"Well," he said, finally. "Let's get this done."

Fifteen full boxes and three mermaid movies later, Dave and Kurt called it quits. Blaine had fallen asleep, sitting on the living room floor, back propped up against the sofa, with Eva in his lap, her hand curled up tight in the collar of his shirt while she sucked her thumb. Dave tried to pick her up and take her to bed, but every time he tried to lift her, she whimpered, tightening her grip on Blaine's shirt.

"Let her be," Kurt finally decided. "We'll keep her out here with us. Just get the other kids in bed."

Kurt grabbed some blankets and chairs and built a tiny fort in the living room over Blaine and Eva. Eva was very particular about where she slept. When she was younger and had nightmares, Kurt would have to take her into the living room to keep her from waking everyone else. She wouldn't sleep without a fort. Kurt didn't quite understand why, but that was Eva.

Kurt brought out pillows and placed them on the floor, then gently maneuvered the two onto them. Neither woke up.

Kurt sighed, fondly realizing that he'd probably just lost his boyfriend to a beautiful, young brunette.

Legoland with Kurt's family was an interesting experience for Blaine. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect. On other occasions, he'd seen other families with their children, and generally shunned the idea. Kids were always loud, parents were always overwrought, and in the end, it never really seemed to be any fun. His parents never really did the amusement park thing when he was younger, so his own personal experience was a little lacking.

Kurt and Dave definitely had a system, and the kids knew it by heart. Certain places were hit first, rides gone on in a specific order, and no deviation was allowed. Blaine spent most of his time with Eva, who was still in a wheelchair, and even though he had been able to break through the barrier with the most difficult to reach member of the family, he still felt like an outsider.

Usually Dave and Kurt split up, leaving Dave to ride the roller coasters with Finn, and Kurt to hang out in the playground with the three girls, but this time they rented a wheelchair for Barbra so walking wouldn't be an issue. They hung around together all day in one big group.

Dave watched Blaine and Eva, and as happy as he was that the two of them got along with no apparent problems, he could see that the other two children generally kept their distance. Dave knew that Kurt was in love with Blaine, and that Blaine would most likely be around for a long time.

"Hey, Anderson," Dave called to him as they approached The Dragon coaster. Blaine looked up from where he was pointing out different things on the map and telling Eva their names. "I'm exhausted from all the packing you didn't do last night." Dave smirked, but Blaine just looked incredibly guilty.

"Sorry about that, man," Blaine started. Dave waved a hand.

"That's alright. I just thought we'd shake things up a little bit, since you're here."

Blaine turned to Kurt, who raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"Barbra never really gets to go on the rides, so, why don't you and Kurt take Barbra and Finn on The Dragon?"

Kurt turned to Dave.

"Are you sure, Dave?" Kurt asked, looking once at Blaine and then back to Dave. "I mean, will you be okay with Elphaba and Eva alone?"

"Well," Dave said, pretending to sound offended, "I'm no Blaine Anderson, but I'm sure I can take care of Eva for half an hour while you guys ride the roller coaster."

Blaine smiled. He planted a tiny kiss on the top of Eva's head, grabbing Kurt's hand as he took his place behind Barbra's wheelchair and raced up the ramp to the ride with Finn following closely behind.

The rest of the day went along this way, with the adults alternating between watching Eva and Elphaba and riding the roller coasters with Barbra and Finn. At one point, when it was his turn to go, Dave watched with a smile and a small twinge in his chest as Finn grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him along, jabbering excitedly about a ride he and Dave rarely go on. Kurt saw Dave's sad smile, and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing affectionately.

Blaine Anderson was now a part of the family.

Blaine noticed that, for the most part, the four Hudson kids were as good as gold. Finn didn't complain when he was asked to watch his younger siblings for any reason, though with three adults, that didn't happen much. The kids didn't whine for anything, not when they were hungry or tired. They didn't ask for a single thing. They all just seemed content to be with each other, to be here at the park, and to enjoy time together.

For two people who constantly bemoaned knowing anything about children, they seemed to be doing something right.

Blaine barely registered the presence of other people, even the ones that seemed to notice him and take his photograph. He didn't feel like Blaine the t.v. star here. It was easy to get lost in the joy of this little family, and think of nothing else.

Well, nothing except for the fact that he'd barely kissed his boyfriend all day; a fact he made sure to rectify as Dave and the kids waited on line for apple fries and little Eva was preoccupied with a cup of ice.

They stayed at the park until close to dinner time, way later then Kurt and Dave had ever been able to keep the kids at Legoland before. Every one was happily exhausted.

After returning Barbra's rented wheelchair, Blaine offered to carry Eva so that Kurt could push Barbra back to the car. Dave carried Elphaba, and Finn shuffled along, smiling and yawning.

"So, what do you guys usually do now?" Blaine asked, whispering to Kurt as Eva nodded off on his shoulder.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed, looking over at his boyfriend. "Happy Meals for the kids, a ten minute argument over Dave not getting a cheeseburger which ends with Dave getting a cheeseburger, and quiet nibbling as we drive home."

Blaine nodded, smiling mischievously.

"Too bad we won't be in the car alone," Blaine said, motioning to Eva, "because I can think of about eight different ways quiet nibbling on the drive home could be lots of fun."

Blaine helped finish the packing while Kurt and Dave got the kids ready for bed. This time, Eva slept in her own bed, leaving Kurt and Blaine in the living room fort alone.

"I'm sorry, Blaine," Kurt whispered, closing his eyes as Blaine kissed hungrily down his neck. "I refuse to have sex on the living room floor where any body can walk in and see us."

"We don't have to have sex, per se," Blaine giggled, licking a stripe up to Kurt's earlobe and then nibbling gently. "But I figure we can do everything but."

"Uh," Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, drawing him closer to his body, feeling his cock hard and straining as it rubbed against his thigh. "It depends on your definition of 'everything' because mine's pretty extensive."

Blaine smiled against his neck.

"Oh, I don't know..." Blaine sucked on a spot beneath Kurt's ear. Kurt bit his lip hard, not wanting to moan out loud, and melted against Blaine's body. He slipped a hand into Kurt's pants and gently stroked his erection. Kurt bit his lip harder. "I have a few ideas."

Blaine continued to pump slowly, watching Kurt squeeze his eyes shut, looking almost tortured in his attempts to stay quiet. Blaine loved watching Kurt's lip quiver, watch the slight tremble of his cheek as he fought back a moan, but at the same time buck up his hips to meet Blaine's fist wrapped tightly around him.

Kurt held Blaine tight, digging his nails into his back through his shirt. Kurt dropped his head to Blaine's shoulder. Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead sweetly, enjoying the feeling of Kurt helpless against him. He loved being able to give Kurt pleasure.

Kurt felt a surprisingly slick finger circle his entrance. His eyes flew open in shock as he moved his head slightly against Blaine's kisses and noticed a bottle of lube lying closed on the blanket.

"H-how did I n-not notice that?" Kurt mumbled, groaning slightly as Blaine gently pushed a finger inside Kurt's entrance.

"I don't know," Blaine whispered against Kurt's skin. "I think I'm being a little distracting."

Kurt tried to take a moment to think of the situation rationally. The living room was pitch dark. They were in a fort and covered by several blankets. The kids had passed out, and the likelihood of Dave waking up and walking in was next to nil.

So Kurt decided to relax and give in to Blaine's talented fingers as they slipped slowly over his cock and dipped in and out of his hole. Blaine added a second finger, and Kurt moaned softly. But even three fingers wasn't enough. Kurt quickly fumbled with the waistband of Blaine's sleep pants in the dark. Kurt kissed Blaine, biting his lower lip tenderly as he lowered Blaine's pants to just below the swell of his ass. Then he lubed Blaine over. He turned his back to Blaine so that he could slip quickly inside Kurt.

There they lay, Blaine with his arms wrapped around Kurt, kissing tenderly down the back of his neck, moving slowly in and out his boyfriend. Kurt whimpered softly into the dark, Blaine sliding inside him perfectly, slowly stroking him right where he needed, his entire body tingling beneath Blaine's touch.

"Oh, God," Kurt moaned as Blaine rubbed his shoulders.

"How do you feel, baby?" Blaine asked, rubbing along Kurt's sides with firm strokes, easing the tension from his muscles.

"Just...so relaxed," Kurt moaned, trying not to move back against Blaine's cock. "I could just stay like this with you forever."

Blaine closed his eyes.

Forever. That's a good start.

Blaine kept his pace slow, steady, massaging over Kurt's skin with his fingertips. He couldn't stop touching him. He felt Kurt tremble after each stroke, felt him clench around him, felt him become restless as he looped his arms over Blaine's neck and ran his fingers through his curls. Blaine held Kurt tight against him, knowing that they were both close.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, not wanting this moment to end.

"I love you, too, Blaine." Kurt's breathy whisper barely made it back to him.

Blaine put his hands on Kurt's naked hips, moving a little faster as need hit him...still smooth and steady, only quicker. Kurt pulled Blaine's lips down to his neck, to that spot at the juncture of his shoulder and his neck that Blaine liked to bite and suck.

Blaine bit down hard, sweeping his tongue over the bite, and Kurt came, moaning a little louder than he wanted to. Kurt's loss of control brought Blaine with him, and even though he would have loved to take Kurt up on his original offer of forever, he couldn't last after feeling Kurt close in around him and hearing him moan.

The weight of the day pressed down on them. Blaine barely managed to tuck himself back in his pants and secure the bottle of lube before he drifted away to sleep with Kurt in his arms.

Kurt and Blaine were awoken the next morning by the sound of children racing into the living room and leaping onto the couch. The movers had arrived early, and Dave was already directing them to the tower of boxes that filled the dining room and most of the living room. Dave smirked as he deposited an agitated Eva between the couple on the floor, taking in Kurt and Blaine's disheveled state with a shake of his head.

The plan had been for Blaine and Dave to help the movers with the boxes, and drive up to the new house as a small caravan, but having new people in the house upset Eva. For the first half hour, she took solace curling up in Blaine's shirt, mumbling about 'people' and 'feet' and 'loud, loud, loud!' when the back door constantly slammed shut. Even the comfort of Blaine's shirt wasn't enough though, and Kurt gave her a portable DVD player and her favorite movie. That worked for all of ten minutes, until one of the movers made the mistake of coming into Eva's line of sight to ask Blaine a question. She startled and screamed, pushing the DVD player to the floor. She hid her eyes and covered her ears, stiffening like a board as she rocked back and forth.

Poor Blaine was beside himself. Luckily, Eva let him wrap his arms around her to keep her from falling backward off his legs. Kurt came over when he heard Eva scream.

"I'm so sorry!" Kurt exclaimed. "She doesn't like strange people in her personal space, or loud noises, and the door and the footsteps..."

Kurt looked almost frantic himself, as if every time Eva went off, he might come closer to losing Blaine.

Blaine smiled.

"I just feel bad for her," Blaine said, reaching out and taking Kurt's hand reassuringly in his. "I don't want her to be upset. Do you think Dave can handle things here on his own? Maybe we should take the kids and head up now."

As always, Kurt was amazed at how well Blaine seemed to adapt to the crazy that Kurt called life.

"Yeah," Kurt said. "Let me go see."

Dave and Kurt spoke for a moment - about plans, about memories, about the hopes they had when they first moved in to this nightmare of a house and how they all seemed to be coming true.

Dave took the keys to the Honda, and Kurt took the keys to the van. Blaine helped load up Eva and Elphaba. Barbra and Finn claimed their own seats and buckled in with a bag between them filled with crayons, video games, books, and a lonely pack of cards that rarely saw the light of day.

Dave gave Kurt and Blaine each a hug.

"Now, you have the directions?" Blaine asked. He put a hand up on the window of the van. Eva giggled from inside, and put her hand over his on the opposite side of the glass. Dave watched them with amused interest.

"Yes, I have the ones you texted me, the page you printed out from MapQuest, and the ones Kurt inputted in my phone." Dave laughed. "At this point, I think I'd have to be an idiot to get lost."

Dave turned to Kurt, who bounced on the balls of his feet before the two of them threw their arms around each other and hugged fiercely.

"We're doing it, Dave!" Kurt said with a squeal. "We're getting the heck out of dodge!"

Dave laughed.

"Yes, we are." Dave picked Kurt up and shook him like a doll before returning him to his feet.

"Get going!" Dave turned Kurt around and pushed him lightly forward. "I'll meet you guys in a couple of hours."

Kurt climbed in the driver's side of the van. He buckled in, looking around him to make sure that everyone else was buckled. He looked at Blaine sitting beside him and sighed.

"Come on, baby," Blaine said, leaning in to peck Kurt on the cheek. "Let's go home."

Kurt put the car into gear, waving at Dave through the rear view as he pulled out of the car port. As they turned the corner, Kurt saw their neighbors, huddled in a small group, overjoyed at the van's departure. Kurt refused to look at them, or yell the one of 800 things he had it in his mind to say. So he opted instead to simply and elegantly flip them off.

Nick and Jeff were still at the house when the four kids, led by Kurt and Blaine, arrived a few hours later. Nick was overjoyed to see them, introducing himself to each of the kids as they came in. Little Eva peeked at Nick and Jeff with one eye from over Blaine's shoulder, and since they had been warned that this would most likely be her reaction, they kept a quietly respectful distance, allowing her to investigate them first before she came to a decision.

Nick had been busy the day before, inventorying each delivery to make sure everything arrived and was set up in the correct room. But since he was left pretty much to his own devices, he had planned a little surprise of his own.

He set Finn and Barbra up in front of their doors, directing Kurt in front of Elphaba's and Blaine in front of Eva's, telling them with much dramatic flair to hold on until every one was in their places. Then, he gave them a signal to open their doors.

Kurt walked into Elphaba's room. He could hear the joyous whoops of the children in the other rooms. Kurt looked around at the room that Elphaba would soon inhabit, putting the squirming girl down on the brand new pale green carpet. The furniture they had ordered was there, white and perfect, with matching pink sheets and curtains on the windows. Two things in particular stood out that had tears forming in Kurt's eyes. One was the beautiful mural on the wall of a green meadow, trees in the distance and clouds in the sky, tiny animals racing all around. In the foreground, a mother deer and her fawn basked in the sun.

On the wall opposite hung photos in brightly colored frames. Photos Kurt hadn't allowed himself to look at in years. A picture of Rachel holding Elphaba in the hospital, another of Finn looking into his daughter's face, one of Barbra and Finn, Jr. huddled around Kurt's dad while he held the baby in his arms. There were a total of seven framed photos of Elphaba from before Finn and Rachel had died. Underneath those were seven more recent photos. These were all of Kurt, Dave, and the kids.

"A friend of mine from the props department came by and did the murals," Nick said quietly, walking up behind Kurt. "There's a different one in each of the kids' rooms. It was Blaine's idea to get the photos. He got some from your dad and Dave and..."

Before Nick could say another word, he had a crying Kurt in his arms. Never one to let anyone cry alone, Nick was soon in tears, too, his arms wrapped around the taller man, chin hooked over his shoulder.

"Oh," Nick said, "you don't like it! I'm so sorry!"

Kurt shook his head, holding Nick tighter.

"Oh, Nick," he sobbed. "I love it. I really do. I just...I love it."

Nick ran a soothing hand up and down Kurt's back. Kurt sniffled.

"I would like to see the other rooms if that's alright."

"Of course." Nick pulled away, producing a small packet of tissues from his pockets. Kurt smirked as he took one.

"I came prepared," Nick said sheepishly, "just in case."

Kurt turned to find Elphaba asleep in her new bed and smiled.

"I guess she'll be okay for a while."

Nick offered Kurt an arm. Kurt smiled as he looped his arm through, and Nick pulled him from the room.

Finn's room had a mural of Paper Mario on his wall, and for Barbra, several scenes from multiple Barbie movies. He watched as she walked slowly from one to the other, running her fingers delicately over Barbie as a fairy, Barbie as a mermaid, Barbie on a surfboard. Each room had similar photos of each child with Finn and Rachel, with Burt and Carole, with Kurt and Dave. Finn's room had a photo of his dad in his letter man's jacket, and one of him in his football jersey. Barbra's room had a photo of her mom as the lead in the high school musical, West Side Story.

The room Hunter had put together for Eva was the most spectacular thing. Kurt had told Hunter that Eva's favorite color was blue, so her room was painted the palest, calmest shade of blue Kurt had even seen. Hunter had a special carpet installed on the floor that would minimize sound and not be too harsh on Eva's bare feet. He also had special windows installed that darkened with bright sunlight and eliminated noise from outside. Instead of having a mural that covered a full wall, there was a smaller mural of a tiny collection of clouds painted into the corner. In the distance was a far away castle, and perched on a cloud was the Sandman, since Kurt mentioned Eva's favorite book was The Story of Sanderson Mansnoozie. Instead of a collection of photos on her wall, there was one - a large collage with one picture of each family member, their name labeled underneath. There were special pillows to sit on in the corner and a bookcase with board books. That's where Eva and Blaine sat, reading their fifth book it seemed judging from the pile collecting by Blaine's side. All of her furniture was made of heavy wood, and secured to the walls, including a special storage unit with a plain blue colored door to keep visual clutter out of sight.

Whatever Blaine was paying Hunter, it wasn't enough.

Blaine looked up and saw a teary eyed Kurt standing in the doorway, watching them.

"Hey," Blaine said quietly, waving Kurt over. Eva, thumb stuck in her mouth, waved Kurt over as well with a tired smile.

"How's it going you two?" Kurt asked, looking from Eva to Blaine, and back to Eva.

"Good," Eva said, her reply muffled by the digit lodged between her teeth. "Sit us. Blaine Sandman book, all the time, everyday, all morning."

Kurt looked at Blaine and smiled, chuckling.

"Uh oh," Kurt said. "It sounds like you may have read that book a couple of times already."

"Yup," Blaine said, but he didn't look upset. "We read a couple of the others..." Blaine looked down at the pile by his knee, "but we found this one and we've read it about ten times so far." Blaine scrunched his nose at Eva who responded, rubbing her nose against his, as if they had been greeting each other this way for her entire life.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, a little over come with emotion, "the rooms...they're beautiful. The pictures..."

Blaine ducked his head. Eva patted Blaine's hair, giggling.

"The pictures didn't upset you, did they?" Blaine's hazel eyes looked up at Kurt through thick lashes. Kurt knew he must have heard him crying.

"No," Kurt said. "They didn't. I just...I haven't..." Kurt took a deep breath. "I haven't seen those in years. I think I put them away because every time I saw them...it just reminded me that they weren't coming back."

Blaine put an arm out and squeezed Kurt's shoulder, but it was Eva who held out her arms, grabbing the air with her hands the way a toddler might, begging to be held. Kurt lifted the lanky girl and relocated her to his lap. She put her arms around his neck. Kurt touched her lightly. Eva might be clingy with Blaine, but in general she wasn't the cuddly type, so Kurt just let her hold him.

"It okay," she said, patting Kurt's head with her flat, opened hand. Kurt nodded, sniffling quietly, not wanting to startle her with a full on outburst.

The next thing out of Eva's mouth almost did Kurt in.

"Kurt...all the time, everyday, all morning...I love you."