It was 9:30 at night and two young boys were wide-awake, quietly moving to their dads’ room. Neither could sleep.

Darren, at age nine, was the oldest and looked almost exactly like their Daddy Blaine. While little Chris was at a very delicate age of five years, and had the same very innocent and angelic looks of their other father Kurt.

Earlier that day, during lunch, Darren had been cornered by some kids in his school and bullied about his two gay parents, this confrontation had unsettled him for the rest of the school day until he went home and into his loving fathers’ arms. He knew he was slightly different from the rest of the kids, they all had one mother and one father or their was a step marriage in there, but he was the only student with two dads and gay ones at that. Now this fact had never bothered Darren before, he knew his two dads loved each other and loved him and his brother very much. So why couldn’t the others see that?

Darren took Chris’ hand and knocked on their fathers’ door, they heard the sound of typing stop (Daddy Blaine must have been working on some late papers or something) and another sound of someone putting their book down (that was probably Daddy Kurt, he liked reading mystery books in bed while snuggling close to Blaine).

The door opened to reveal their Daddy Kurt looking down at the two with a curious gaze. “There better be a good reason for the two of you to be up so late.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Darren admitted, blushing a bit. He was 9 years old and still turning to his fathers when he couldn’t sleep instead of just handling it by himself, but for once he felt he really needed his dads’ support and love. “Something happened at school today…” he became quiet and a strange look past over Kurt’s face.

“I had a nightmare,” Chris’ spoke up and clung to Kurt’s leg affectionately. “There were two scary clowns chasing me down, honking in my ear.” Chris had somehow inherited Blaine’s fear of clowns even though Chris had never really seen a clown before.

“All right, everyone in the bed,” Kurt said and opened the bedroom door all the way revealing the immaculate, tidy and very classy looking room of their dads’ room. A huge bed waited for the two on the other side of the room where their father Blaine was sitting up, a laptop on his lap, and the sheets on the other side of him were rumpled. That was probably where Kurt had been when the kids had come up.

Their two kids jumped into bed with Blaine, Darren settling for his father’s now free lap, and Chris taking the spot in between Kurt and Blaine, all curled up between the two like a cat.

“Want to tell us what happened at school?” Blaine asked as he pulled up some of the bed’s sheets a bit higher to cover Darren a bit more. Darren looked down at his hands, hands that were right now in Blaine’s grasp, a comfort. Dad has really huge hands, Darren thought meekly as he stared at his own small hand.

“There were some kids at school today who…” Darren stopped for a moment before continuing on. No he needed to tell his fathers this. “They cornered me during lunch. Matt, Ryan, Kevin and I were playing Four Square. Kevin threw the ball to hard and I chased after it. Some other kids, I don’t know their names, cornered me and told me you and Daddy Kurt were going to die and go to hell. That the two of you were an abom… abom…”

“Abomination?” Kurt filled in, his face narrowed in annoyance and anger that still in this day and age there were homophobic idiots out there. Would there ever be peace for their community?

“Yeah,” Darren nodded his head, his little curls bouncing all around his face. “That you both were an abomination,” Darren tested out this new word, “to god. That it was immoral for two men to love each other and have kids. I don’t understand. Why do they think it’s so wrong?” Darren’s innocent voice asked. His two dads could hear the worry and confusion, and neither of his dads really had an answer. For once they wished that Rachel was there, she had two dads maybe she could give them a hint on what to do.

Both men looked at each other, now was the time to take a little bit of Darren’s innocence away, but it would be better if he heard it from them and not the homophobes they knew that still existed out there.

“Darren,” Blaine started and placed a warm hand on the older boy’s knee. His other son was now safely off in La La Land. “Not everyone…” he stopped choosing his words carefully. “Understands and are willing to accept people like your father and I. They are confused on why we would love each other. Most kids, as you know, come from families of having one dad and one mom, not two dads, and especially ones who love each other as much as your Dad Kurt and I do.”

“But why are they confused?” Darren asked still not truly understanding. “Can’t the schools tell them it wrong?”

Sometimes the schools encourage it, Kurt thought darkly for a second before shaking his head to get rid of the thought. This wasn’t Lima. “They can, but do you always listen when we tell you to do something, like do your homework.” Darren blushed a bit at Kurt’s comment. Okay, Darren could understand that about ignoring the authority.

“But that still doesn’t explain why they would think you two should die. I don’t want you to die! And why do they think your such an abom… abomination?” Little Darren asked, his voice rising higher in pitch almost to a scream, his brother shifted a bit.

“Shh,” Blaine said as he rubbed his oldest son’s back. “We’re not going to die. Well were not going to die because someone tells us to.” A few tears leaked down Darren’s face as he snuggled up close to his Daddy Blaine and reached across his younger brother, reaching for Daddy Kurt’s soft hands.

“But why do they view you as immoral? Isn’t love, love, no matter who the people are?” Darren sniffled a little.

“Yes,” Kurt agreed. “But that’s because we’ve taught you that. Some parents teach their kids that love and affection should only be held between one man and one woman, not two men like your father and I, or two woman like Clara and Jamie. That if you break that mold of one mother and father, that the kids would be raised in some unmoral way. They don’t see it as… natural,” Kurt said deciding that it was probably the best word for the situation.

“I don’t think I understand,” Darren shook his head. Why would people be so accusing and mean just because of whom that person likes?

“Yeah well were still trying to figure it out as well.” Blaine admitted. He gave a weary sigh. “And I’m sorry that these kids are bullying you like that. If this happens again or you learn those kids names you come and tell us all right.”

Darren nodded his head. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Sure,” Blaine agreed. Darren smiled and left the room to pick up his blanket, he couldn’t sleep without it, even at nine.

Blaine sighed and turned to his lover in the bed. “They’re going to have a hard life.”

“We knew that before, and we were willing to accept it,” Kurt reminded them as he played with Chris’ soft baby hair.

“I know. I know,” Blaine breathed and leaned in close to kiss Kurt’s lips. “Looks like were moving it to tomorrow.” His hands traveling up and down his lover’s side.

“Really?” Kurt replied putting on a mocked shocked face. “I never would have guessed after Chris decided to sleep here.”

“We could have moved him,” Blaine reminded him and kissed him again. The two fathers stayed like that for a few seconds, whispering to one another, small smiles on their faces. Darren looked into the room his eyes settling on his fathers and he knew that no matter what others said, his two dads loved each other very much and that even if there was a god who said that this was wrong, this love between two gay people. Well, Darren wasn’t going to think more on this issue. His fathers loved each other and that was enough for him. Besides why would gays be created if this god hated them so much?

Little Darren rushed in then and leapt into his parents’ bed, curling up next to Kurt as Chris slept near Blaine, but Darren reached across for Blaine’s hand and held it tightly. Darren shoved all these thoughts aside, he was loved, his brother was loved and his parents loved each other and that was all that mattered. Being loved.