Finn, Jr. walked through the front door, slamming it behind him. Kurt and Blaine watched as the boy tossed his book bag to the floor and stomped furiously to his room. He opened the door with all the strength he could muster, and then slammed that door behind him as well.

The whole room full of people, gathered around an undecorated tree, stopped dead, their attentions drawn by the door that had stopped shaking in its jam. Kurt was sure he could hear the sounds of silent sobbing, muffled by a pillow. Dave and Kurt shared a significant look from across the room. In answer, Kurt raised his hand, pointing to himself to signal that he volunteered to talk to Finn. Kurt kissed Blaine gently on the lips before walking to the boy's room.

Kurt knocked gently on the door.

“Finn?” Kurt called gently, opening the door and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

Finn had burrowed beneath his NFL comforter, not a hair or limb peeking out, but Kurt could see the stuttered rise and fall of Finn's chest as he cried quietly.

“Tough day at school?” Kurt asked, sitting at the foot of the bed, hoping that maybe an eye would peek out, giving him some indication that Finn was okay.

“I don't want to talk about it,” came the muffled reply.

Kurt put a soothing hand on Finn's leg.

“Come on, sweetie,” Kurt soothed, trying to coax the boy out. “Maybe you'll feel better if you talk about it.”

Finn sighed, long and dramatic.

“Just some kids at school,” Finn divulged. “They're being jerks.”

Kurt knew that ‘kids at school' usually meant two particular kids. Simon and Mason. They had found out through a series of unfortunate events that Finn was not only an orphan, but being raised by two men. This seemed to lead to a recently unending series of taunts and jabs at Finn's expense.

It had been several years since Finn and Rachel had died, leaving their four kids to Kurt and Dave. Finn, Barbra, Eva, and Elphaba had soon become the lights of their lives. When Kurt met Blaine and they fell in love, the family just continued to grow. Now, with them all living in L.A., they had a house full of love, but Finn, being the eldest and only boy, seemed to feel lost more often than his sisters.

“What did the two braniacs say now?” Kurt sighed.

“Just…just that…” Finn stuttered, choking a bit on his words. Kurt's heart melted. Whatever they said must have been bad.

“That what, sweetheart?” Kurt prompted gently.

Finn's breath hitched.

Kurt braced himself for the worst that elementary school kids could come up with.

“They said…they said that since I don't have a mom and dad, I don't belong to anyone.”

Kurt hadn't expected that.

Kurt lay down beside the awkward-shaped lump beneath the comforter.

“That's not true,” Kurt said reassuringly. “You know that's not true. You belong with me, and Uncle Dave, and Uncle Blaine…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Finn said, sounding annoyed. “I have a million and one uncles, but no mom and dad.”

Kurt wrapped an arm around Finn's waist and held the boy close.

“Finn,” Kurt started quietly, “you had an amazing mom and dad. And they loved you very much. That's why they decided when you were very little that if anything ever happened to them that you and your sisters would come live with Dave and me.”

Finn peeked his head out of the blanket and looked at Kurt through his father's eyes – eyes that never failed to take Kurt's breath away.

“So, they gave us to you and Dave, and we belong to you?”

“Not quite,” Kurt explained. “You don't belong to us, you belong with us.”

“What's the difference?” Finn asked.

“The difference is this,” Kurt said, pulling the boy out of the comforter, “belonging is less about blood, and more about love.”

Finn made a disgusted face.

Kurt laughed, climbing off the bed and leading Finn to the bedroom door. He opened it and they stepped out, surveying the commotion in the living room. Blaine sat on the floor with Eva, opposite Hunter with Elphaba sitting in his lap. Nick and Barbra were dressing dolls in vintage Bob Mackie dresses. Dave and Adam stood by a large punch bowl, seriously debating egg nog issues. Jeff, standing by the t.v., eyed Finn and smiled brightly, waving a Wii remote in his direction.

“Finn,” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders and kissing the crown of his head, “when you find people who love you, that's where you belong.”