"Lyra what has gotten into you?"

"Nothing Dad! Absolutely nothing!"

The angry sixteen year old pushed past Kurt who was holding his young son. For the last year he and Blaine had been dealing with their teenage daughter's change in attitude and he was tired of it. Kurt had no idea why their daughter was acting out. It just seemed to come out of nowhere. One day he went from being her favorite person to the next being the one person she seemed to hate the most. It hurt Kurt seeing the anger in Lyra's eyes, and knowing that it was being directed at him.

Tyler, his and Blaine's four year old son gripped Kurt's arm as he watched on with his Daddy's same wide blue eyes as Lyra unleashed her wrath.

"Stop right there young lady!"

Kurt's voice came out firm and boomed loudly across the kitchen area.

Lyra halted her movements immediately, but did not turn around.

Kurt gently put Tyler down, but he remained standing in that same spot, unwilling to leave his Daddy's side.

"Lyra you take one more step and you're grounded for the next month."

"Ty Ty?" He said gently looking down at the young boy, "Maybe you should go play in the other room, your sister and I need to have a chat."

Before the young boy could respond Lyra turned around.

"Is that what you think we're going to have? A chat? God! Why are you always doing this? Why can't you be more like Papa? Actually grow a spine!"

His fist clenched tightly and he tried to take a calming breath to restrain himself. Lyra's behavior was getting out of hand and he refused to allow it to continue. Blaine had talked to him and they had thought giving her space would help calm her, but it seemed to Kurt that it had only made things worse.

"Lyra you will not speak to me like that, do you understand me? I have tried being diplomatic with you and I'm sorry to tell you that your Papa and I are different. I have tried to be patient with you but I'm not having it any more young lady. What you seem to be forgetting here is that I am the parent and you are the child—"

"You're not my father! You have no biological connection to me so don't try and—"

"I may not be biologically connected to you, but I have been here from day one! I have raised you with your Papa, so yeah I am your dad. Unless you forgot about all the stuff I've done for you and did while caring for you! Whether you like it or not, I am your dad!"

Lyra shut her mouth and just scowled at Kurt. She crossed her arms in front of her and shifted on her feet.

"Ly why do you hate Daddy?"

Both Kurt and Lyra looked down at the young boy who had taken a hold of Kurt's hand again and who was looking up at his big sister.

Taking a deep breathe, Kurt steadied himself, "Ty Ty your sister doesn't—"

"I hate him because of the way he acts."

Kurt's voice caught in his throat. Confusion and hurt swept over him as he looked back over at his daughter, his little girl; her big warm eyes filled with tears.

"And—" He swallowed, "How exactly do I act, Lyra?"

"Like a fag."

Lyra couldn't meet his eyes and he was finding it very difficult to keep himself together. Had she really just said that? Had his little girl, one of the best things to ever happen to him, actually just call him something she knew to be completely horrible?

"I know you're gay and Papa's gay but why do you have to act so—"

"Go to your room."

Lyra stopped and just watched him. He could see the fear start to creep in and begin to show on her face.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd get out of my sight. I do not want to look at you right now."

Lyra, ever as stubborn as Kurt, didn't move, "I don't see why I need to—"

"I SAID GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM NOW!"

Kurt watched his daughter flinch and practically fly up the stairs. Kurt had never raised his voice to either of his children before. He never thought he would, but he also never thought he'd hear that word come out of his child's mouth. His heart was already hurting too much because of it.

"Daddy?" The small voice broke through his thoughts and he looked down seeing how upset his son was. The way his voice and mouth quivered. It broke Kurt's heart seeing how upset Tyler was, and he knew it was because he had practically screamed at his daughter.

"Oh Ty Ty" Kurt said softly as he knelt down quickly, running his hand through the boy's thick brown hair. "I'm so sorry I yelled like that."

"Are you mad at me too?" The boy asked with fear in his eyes.

Kurt could feel the hurt and tears welling up in his own eyes and he tried to keep himself in check.

"No, of course not baby. You have done nothing wrong."

"The yelling scared me Daddy."

Choking back tears Kurt wrapped his arms around his son. "I'm sorry Ty Ty. Daddy is so sorry okay? Your sister just used a bad word that hurt Daddy and I reacted badly to it. I shouldn't have done that."

The boy was quiet for a few moments as Kurt cupped his face and kissed him and ran his hands down his arms, trying to provide some sense of comfort to the four year old.

"What's a fag, Daddy?" He asked timidly.

Kurt wanted to go find a punching bag and take out his anger on it. This should not be happening. He and Blaine had wanted to keep this kind of hurtful stuff from their children for as long as possible. The irony of the situation being that is was in fact one of their children who ended up exposing the other to it.

Taking a deep breathe, Kurt looked Tyler in the eyes, "It's a very hurtful word that some people use to hurt people like your Papa and myself. There's nothing kind about using a word like that."

"You're not a fag. You're my Daddy and I love you." Tyler said after another moment of silence. He flung his small arms around Kurt, who ended up being knocked over, but he wrapped his arms tightly back around his son.

Blaine knew something was off when he walked inside his home after a long day at the studio where he was busy writing songs for an up and coming artist he and his business partner had just signed to his newly established record label. Blaine still loved recording and performing but he had missed spending time with his family so he had decided to take the back seat for a little while.

A lot had happened in the last six years. He had gone on a successful world tour, and released two more highly successful albums. Kurt had established himself in the fashion world with his trendsetting designs and he completely ended up owning the runway wherever his clothes were shown, not to mention he had garnered a coveted Tony Award for his performance as Mark Cohen in Rent.

After the mugging, Blaine and Kurt had recommitted themselves to each other and Blaine had made mention of how he wanted another baby, this time with Kurt being the biological father. He wanted to make sure that no matter what happened there would be a piece of Kurt still in the world. It didn't take much convincing for Kurt to agree.

In fact, Kurt had been adamant that he be the one to stay home for the first few years of their child's life this time. Blaine also made sure he was home much more frequently as well. They had also ended up buying a nice home just outside the city, because they both felt it would be best for their growing family.

The only hiccup in their family's happiness was Lyra's very abrupt change in attitude and her personality. She had started to withdraw when she turned fourteen, but she had still been a happy kid, until a little over a year later when she had begun acting out. It frustrated Kurt to no end, and Blaine had understood the frustration but he wanted them to take a different approach to their children and Kurt had begrudgingly agreed.

The home was quiet, even Lyra's room was eerily silent. Something was definitely up and Blaine was afraid of what he was coming home to.

He slowly approached his and Kurt's room, the door was slightly ajar, but he could see Kurt and their young son Tyler lying on their bed. The television was on, but Tyler was engrossed in coloring, something he was doing while lying on his stomach, on his and Kurt's bed. Now, Blaine knew something major was wrong. Kurt had done everything he could to make sure Tyler kept his crayons and markers off the beds and furniture. To see him just lying there, appearing to be watching their son do just that was bewildering to Blaine.

Slowly, he pushed the door open all the way and quietly made his way inside the bedroom.

Tyler looked up first, and he put his small finger to his lips. Blaine looked over at Kurt who was staring at nothing, not even moving to acknowledge Blaine's presence.

Clearing his throat, Blaine shifted over to the bed, sitting down gently on the edge.

"What's going on guys?" He asked concerned, still gazing at Kurt who silently sat up and had begun to run his fingers through Tyler's hair.

"Just hanging out." Kurt spoke softly, not meeting Blaine's eyes.

"I see that. I didn't know it was fine for color time to take place in our bed now."

"I guess you didn't get the memo."

He watched Kurt shrug as he lay back down.

Sighing Blaine looked over at Tyler who was looking at Kurt with sad eyes. It was still insane how much he resembled Kurt. Everything about him just screamed Kurt.

"Hey Ty-Dye, is everything okay?" He asked gently.

The small boy looked over at Blaine with wide eyes and shook his head.

"Ly called Daddy a bad word."

Confused and feeling his defenses start to go up. "What kind of bad word, Ty-Dye?"

Shaking his again, Tyler refused to say. "It was a real mean word Papa."

At a loss Blaine looked over at Kurt who had curled in on himself, holding a pillow to his chest while staring blankly at the television.

"Why don't you go pick a movie out Ty-Dye? Whatever movie you want to watch, we'll watch it in here together, okay?"

With a smile, Tyler sat up, getting a bit excited at the idea.

"You, me, and Daddy?!"

Laughing softly Blaine nodded. "Yep, just the three of us. Go pick a movie out and we'll watch it together."

He didn't have to say anything else, Tyler was off the bed and out of the room in a flash.

Blaine picked up the remote and turned the television off. He shifted closer to Kurt and ran his hand down his husband's back.

"Kurt what happened?"

He felt Kurt's shoulder shake lightly and he saw the tears running down his husband's face.

When Kurt told him what had happened with Lyra, Blaine saw nothing but red.

"Lyra Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel! YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

It took all of a second for the door to open and for Blaine to find himself face to face with the tear stained face of his oldest child.

He pushed past her and ordered for her to sit on her bed. They were going to have a long over due talk and he wanted to know why she chose to bring such ugliness into their home.

The answer was not one he had expected.

He had expected more anger.

He had expected more defiance.

He had expected shouting.

Blaine had not expected the silence that followed his demands, nor the quiet answer that had there been any sound present in the room he would not have been able to hear at all.

"Because I hate that I'm exactly the same as him."

His heart began to beat a bit faster. His mind was racing, was his daughter saying what he thought she was?

"And what exactly do you mean by that Lyra?"

She gave him an exasperated look and looked down at her hands, which she was wringing together just as Kurt would.

"Papa, I'm—I'm just like Daddy." She said speaking quietly. "I love flashy and flamboyant things, whether it be clothes or just things that sparkle. Kids at school started making it a point to call me out on it at the beginning of last year. It hurt how mean they were about it, and the fact that I…" Lyra's voice trailed off, and she seemed very hesitant to continue.

"Lyra whatever it is I promise to hear you, okay?"

Looking at him with tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm—I'm gay, Papa. I like girls, a lot! A few of the kids at school have been making my life hell because of it and…and I just—I hate it! I don't want to be this way Papa! I'm not strong like you or Daddy."