Okay before we get into the actual chapter I have a million things I need to say, so bear with me.

I AM AN ASSHOLE. I haven't updated in an eternity and I am an asshole. I have written other stories that have also not been updated in forever and I am an asshole. I make a promise to update, have an anxiety attack about not being able to meet the deadline, then I give up because I. am. an. asshole. And I am so, sincerely sorry. I am honestly more sorry about this story than any other story I have up right now. Because I love this AU. I love the characters. But I never write it anymore and fuck I am sososososososososososo Sorry. I hope you can forgive me :(

Also, the ending of the vacation was giving me shit and I couldn't deal with it in the state of mind I was in so I gave up with that idea. The ending of the vacation was terrible anyways so whatever. I have now skipped ahead in time. Sarah is going into grade five. Yes, she is still best friends with Erica. Yes, she is growing up fast. Yes, I suck with transitions. And no, I am actually just an asshole.

Okay, I think I'll just add the rest at the bottom.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! If you're still sticking around even though I am an asshole then holy shit I love you will you marry me

"How about this one?"

"Daddy, that's lame."

"Yeah Kurt, it's lame,"

"Oh shut up. Sarah, it's not lame it's practical."

Sarah rolled her eyes and walked down the aisle to look at the bright and sparkly notebooks that Kurt wouldn't let her get.

Kurt sighed, setting the plain, blue notebook back on the shelf.

"Just let her get the other ones, it's not a big deal." Blaine said with a shrug, picking up a pack of number two pencils from the shelf.

"Those notebooks are terrible quality. They'll fall apart after a week. She only wants them because all her friends will have them. These are actually useful. And they'll last for longer than two days," Kurt argued, flipping through a stack of different coloured notebooks. He grabbed a couple of different colours and placed them in the cart.

Blaine bit his lip as he turned his eyes down the aisle to see his daughter staring longingly at row after row of name brand notebooks. Searching the aisle, Blaine smiled as he saw a compromise.

"How about this?"

Kurt turned his head to see Blaine holding up a pink notebook with an inviting, though generically repetitive, design on the cover.

"Butterflies. Very nice." Kurt said with a nod as he turned back to grab a few packages of paper off the shelves.

"They're good quality, won't fall apart, and they're not lame."

"The notebooks I picked out aren't lame!"

"They're kind of lame." Blaine said with a laugh, handing the pink notebook to Kurt.

Kurt flipped through the pages and gave a defeated sigh. "Fine, fine, whatever. Excuse me for wanting what's best for our daughter."

"You're excused," Blaine replied, placing a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt rolled his eyes as he began searching through a bin for the best quality sharpener.

Blaine walked down the aisle with the pink notebook behind his back. "Your dad and I have come to an agreement," Blaine said, kneeling down so he was at eye level with Sarah.

Sarah raised her eyebrow in question as she turned to face her dad.

"What do you think?" Blaine asked, pulling the notebook out from behind his back to show Sarah.

Smiling slightly, Sarah took the notebook from her dad's hands. "It's pretty but..." Sarah trailed off, her eyes darting to the tall shelves of name brand notebooks. She bit her lip as she stared at the purple notebook on the shelf in front of her. It had her favourite celebrity on the cover, with bright pink stars and hearts all around it.

"...But you want these notebooks," Blaine finished for her.

"Well... yeah." Sarah said, hanging her head and staring at her shoes. She had complained earlier about never getting anything she wanted, but Kurt still turned her down. Sarah never liked arguing with her dads, but she really just wanted to get the cooler notebooks.

"Well, how about this. We get these notebooks," Blaine said gesturing to the generic book in his hand. "And I convince dad to let you get one of those ones," Blaine nodded toward the tall shelves of notebooks.

Sarah's face immediately lit up as she smiled.

"Yes?" Blaine asked with a small laugh.

"Thanks dad!" Sarah squealed, throwing her arms around Blaine's neck and hugging him closely.

Blaine smiled, hugging his daughter against his chest closely before releasing her so she could grab a book from the shelves.

They walked back to where Kurt was debating over which erasers to get as they placed their stack of notebooks in the cart.

"So we finally came to an agreement?" Kurt asked as Sarah skipped off down the aisle to look at markers.

"We're getting the generic ones, but Sarah gets one fancier notebook."

"What?" Kurt asked in shock.

"It's only fair. Plus, you've been a bit over protective with all this shopping stuff."

Kurt sighed, tossing a packet of erasers into the cart. "I know. But I just want the best for her. She's getting older; school's going to start getting harder... I just want to make everything perfect for her."

Blaine smiled affectionately as he moved to stand behind Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and leaned his head against his shoulder. "The only way to truly get what's best for her is by taking her opinion into consideration. If she doesn't like what she's getting, how is it the best?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm just... being overprotective again."

"Only in the best way," Blaine said, placing a soft kiss to Kurt's shoulder. "Sarah knows you mean well. She still loves you. And so do I."

Kurt smiled happily as he gazed to where his daughter was comparing two different packs of markers. He leaned back into Blaine's hold and rested his hands over top of Blaine's.

"Good. I love you too."

Blaine pushed open the door to the Hummel-Anderson apartment before standing back and letting his family enter before him.

Sarah dragged a ton of bags into the room behind her, insisting she could handle it. She dropped the bags onto the kitchen floor as she ran off to find Marcel.

Kurt entered the home after her, Blaine following behind him closely. They both set the bags they were holding onto the counter before sitting and breathing a collective sigh of relief. After a long day of shopping, there was nothing like sitting down and relaxing.

"Can we label all my stuff?" Sarah asked excitedly, holding a black permanent marker in her hand. Marcel was winding around her feet, obviously happy that everyone was finally home.

"Can't it wait? I'm tired," Blaine said, leaning back in his chair and sighing dramatically.

"If we don't do it now we're going to forget! And then I'll have to go to school without labelled stuff and no one will know it's mine and people will steal it! People will steal my stuff!"

"Sarah, sweetie, no one's going to steal your stuff." Kurt laughed.

"They won't if they know it's mine! How are they supposed to know who's is what if my stuff isn't labelled?" Sarah returned, sitting on the floor and pulling things out of the plastic shopping bags.

"She has a point," Blaine said with a shrug.

"I'm glad you think so. Have fun labelling, I'm going to take a nap," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's head and leaving to his bedroom.

Blaine stared after him as he scrambled to find words that would make Kurt stay and help. The door closed gently and Blaine was left shaking his head and muttering curse words under his breath.

"Please?" Sarah pleaded, holding a pencil case in one hand and the marker in the other. Her bottom lip was sticking out in a pout that she had no doubt practiced.

Blaine stared into Sarah's adorable eyes and threw his hands up in surrender. How could anyone say no to that adorable face?

The next hour was filled with Blaine writing Sarah's initials on all the items Sarah placed in front of him. Blaine sat quietly as Sarah filled the silent air with story after story. She only stopped talking to breathe, and take a sip of water. It seemed like she had a million things to say, and Blaine listened to each one carefully. He loved his daughter's mind. She was so full of ideas and stories. It made him happy that she was comfortable enough to share all of it with him.

Sometime during the labelling process, Kurt came out of his room to make dinner for everyone. Twenty minutes of cooking and labelling later, the Hummel-Anderson family was seated around the dinner table with plates of pasta in front of them and pile after pile of school supplies on the kitchen floor.

"You are going to put this all away when you're finished eating, right?" Kurt asked Sarah with an expectant look.

Sarah giggled and nodded, turning to look at all of the things they'd bought. "There sure is a lot of stuff here. Am I really going to need it all?"

"It was on the list so I'm assuming you'll need everything at one point or another," Blaine explained.

"Wow..." Sarah said slowly.

Kurt watched Sarah closely as she grew quiet, staring into her bowl and pushing her food around.

"Anything on your mind?" Kurt asked, taking a drink from his cup.

Sarah looked up into Kurt's eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath and set her fork down, attempting to get her words in order.

"Is... is grade five really hard? Do you think... I'll pass?" Sarah asked quietly.

"It's not hard necessarily, but it is more difficult. If you put the effort in, and do your best, than you're sure to pass. I promise." Kurt replied with a genuine smile. He reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Sarah's gently.

Sarah let out a relieved sigh, letting her hand grasp Kurt's tightly. For some reason, hearing her dad say she would pass made her feel a lot more confident. If her parents believed she could do something, then why shouldn't she believe it?

After everyone was finished eating, and the kitchen was completely cleaned, the family parted ways. Kurt and Blaine went into the living room. Kurt to read, and Blaine to watch tv and hold Kurt.

Sarah grabbed the fancy pink notebook she got, her favourite blue pen, and walked toward the front door. She whistled quietly and Marcel ran around the corner to greet her. She called out to her dad's to let them know where she was going and walked out of the apartment.

She led Marcel up to the rooftop patio, breathing in the familiar scent of the cool night air. She sat on her favourite bench and set the notebook on the edge of the building. She stared down at the busy streets and smiled as she uncapped her pen.

Marcel curled up on Sarah's lap, falling to sleep quickly.

Sarah patted Marcel gently as she took a moment to get her words in order. She opened her notebook and began writing on the fresh paper.

As long as you do your best and put the effort in, you are sure to pass.

I promise.

OKAY! Will I be updating more regularly? Will this story ever get an actual plot? The questions are unending and unanswerable.

Except, yes I will try and give this a plot soon. For right now it's just nonsense omg. And as for updating... I want to. I wish I could just give up school and the rest of my life and just write fanfiction for you. But, I am terrible. I am not going to make any promises about updating because I will just break them and then I will get insanely depressed.

But my new years resolution is to update more frequently! I am working on the next chapter of Only For You and I have the next four to five chapters of He Was Furniture outlined so hopefully I'll be able to post more as time goes on.

Lastly, I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. You are all such amazing people. I'm doing all of this for you guys and I love each and every one of you. Please, please don't give up on me just because I suffer from a severe case of douchebag. I really do adore you. Thank you for reading. :)