A/N:Twitter has me in an extra special mood right now. I wanted to send everyone those good vibes. I think I wrote this one back in like season one so the glee club remembers from S2|3 might not be in here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or SFG. You know this.

"Bye babies. Papa and Daddy will see you a few days. Be good with Grandma Mary. Love you." Kurt bent down to place kisses all over his two year old twin daughters. Brandon had already kissed the girls goodbye while Kurt slowed around. If he didn't hurry up, they would miss their flight.

"Kurt, come on. This is the fifth time and they're not even awake anymore! We needed to be in the car on the way to the airport like ten minutes ago," Brandon said as Kurt patted Bianca and Kara's hair as they slept in Brandon's mother's bed. The children would stay here in California with Brandon's mom while he and Kurt went away over the weekend.

"Oh. I can't leave them. Just look at how cute they are. Especially sleeping with their little bodies all chaotic in the big bed. And imagine how sad they'd be if Papa wasn't here. Look! They're hugging each other in their sleep."

Brandon put up with his husband's reluctance of leaving another three minutes before physically carrying him to the car over his shoulder.

"Do you think they have spring water?"

"I'm sure they do. Why are you so nervous baby?"

"I am not nervous. What would I have to be nervous about?" Kurt asked as he pulled out his sketch book.

"For one, you're away from our kids. Two, we're on a plane to your glee club reunion and you haven't seen these people in ten years. You haven't said more than thirty words through the whole flight and it's almost over. You shouldn't be worried. You've done well for yourself and probably far better than some have," Brandon said rubbing Kurt's knuckles in a soothing motion.

"Yeah. I have, haven't I?" Kurt questioned as a flight attendant passed by and he asked for spring water.

"Yup. You have. And even if you didn't have some extravagant career you could have showed me off."

"Ha! Then they would have thought I was a gold digger. God, you know my glee club sung that. Kanye would have a fit if he knew we turned one of his "master pieces" into utter whiteness."

"I want to see your glee club do something. You're always singing around the house but together with the other old students should be entertaining to see."

"You know what? We will. We have to. It just makes sense and it wouldn't be right not to." Brandon had Kurt rambling now, making those facial expressions he did when he was excited.

They arrived and stayed at the suggested hotel until an hour before the reunion would start. When the cab Brandon called was there and about five minutes away from the school, Kurt was having a panic attack.

"Oh shit. How do I look? No, don't answer that. The smell of my lip gloss isn't too strong. It isn't too shiny is it? Where's my mirror? I know it's in here somewhere." Kurt was ransacking his Coach trying to find his personal compact mirror. He knew he brought it along, the challenge was to find it.

" Kurt. Chill out. It won't be that bad. High school is over and everyone is an adult now. No one's gonna make fun of you anymore. Relax. Besides, these guys were your friends in some sort of way."

Brandon's words of comfort did nothing for Kurt in the slightest. The school was now in his line of vision and flashbacks of high school were resurfacing to the front of his brain. The brunette could feel the burn of slamming into a cold metal locker against his back and the sting of the slushies being thrown into his face as if it were yesterday. The feel of large hands tugging his hand to get out the cab that was now parked in front of McKinley was enough to stop the trance Kurt was in and realize that it was ten years later.

Nothing had changed really. Kurt was surprised since he had built it up in his mind for the last couple of days that the school would be a whole new place. But no, it was the absolute same as when he attended.

The small man took Brandon to the first place he thought of.

The choir room.

He wasn't sure it was there since he had just scanned the invite in his email. If not there, he'd go to the auditorium but he needed to go to the choir room first.

Kurt was halfway down the hall with Brandon when he heard the singing. It was that unmistakable da da da da of Journey's "Don't Stop Believing". It made the soprano eye roll but grin at the same time.

When he opened the door at Just a small town girl, he stood there caught up in the magic that was Glee.

Everyone was here even Puck. God, Kurt hadn't thought of that name in about seven years.

They were doing all the old moves and steps. It brought tears to his eyes and he turned back to his husband to smile. The look on his spouse's face was laughable because he looked so mesmerized at the happenings before him. His mouth was even in the O shape and his dark brown slanted eyes were wider than the white male had seen before.

The singing and dancing stopped as Kurt turned back around and he was attacked in a swarm of arms. Mostly female arms with the exception of Artie, who wasn't sitting but standing. The other guys called out hellos or nodded at Kurt.

"Artie! What the hell. You're all…." Kurt stated speechless as he pulled back to get a good look at his ex-wheelchair friend.

"Walking. I know. Ms. Pillsbury was wrong when she and other nincompoop doctors said I wouldn't walk again. It's been about three years now. And totally awesome," Artie said with his dorky grin.

"Enough about that."Santana said interrupting the special moment, pushing through the sea of bodies to stand in front of Kurt with crossed arms."I can't believe it's true. You, prim and proper are married to a football player in the NFL. This dude's a legend. Are you sure you're gay all the way?" The Latino badgered as she turned to Brandon for the last part.

"Uhh, yeah I'm gay. I thought you were a lesbian though?" The black man asked uncomfortably as he shoved his hands in his pockets, using knowledge Kurt had given him about his old classmates. The tall man was usually so cocky, even around unfamiliar people but this woman made him nervous when she grinned.

"Bi actually. Small facts for big dough. You ever leave Kurt, let me know."

"Okay Santana, enough of that crap. He's into dick, whatever. It's time to get autographs now."Puck yelled from the back of the room giving the other dudes high-fives.

Kurt was annoyed.

He was expecting the attention to be on him, good or bad. He would take it either way because his job was criticism. This is what fashion designers did, breathed sometimes.

Attention.

Everyone was surrounding his husband, trying to suck up or make themselves look good.

Here he was sitting in the corner with Mercedes as the rest praised his husband. Heck, the black diva might as well good sit over there with the suck-ups the way she was biting her lip off.

"Go over there Cedes. You might be lucky enough to get a smile." Kurt said in a frosty tone.

"C'mon Kurt. Your husband's hot! He has muscles on muscles. All the dudes are bowing down and trying to get tips while the women try to push their boobs up, married or unmarried. White boy, don't be jealous, be happy. Cause your hot chocolate treat over there has it going on!" Mercedes exclaimed as she snapped her hands. It made Kurt smile despite himself.

The door opened with large force and there was Mr. Schuester or William (since Kurt didn't know what to call the teacher now), looking like he had remembered, just a little more aged.

"Guys! It's wonderful to see you all again. And the new face." Mr. Schue, Kurt had decided on that name for now, said smiling as he looked over the room and gesturing to Brandon. "Let's start this thing."

"Mr. Schue, you do realize we've been here for an hour. Some of us two." Rachel stated as she stood. Her fashion had improved slightly, but just slightly.

"Sorry Rachel." The curly haired man responded with a secret eye roll.

"Anyway, let's go around the room and tell what's happened in our lives since graduation ended. I'll start. I married Ms. Pillsbury as many of you know. We adopted a boy six years ago that's eleven now." Mr. Schue finished. Brandon had moved beside Kurt during the mini speech and settled an arm around him that the brunette had half a mind to shake off for not paying him any attention earlier.

Kurt was surprised at what everyone was doing after school had ended. Finn had married Rachel and they had a Hudson-Berry baby that hopefully wouldn't inherit Finn's stupidness( it was too early to tell though.)

Quinn, a housewife, was married to a preacher in Florida and surprisingly didn't have any children. Mercedes was married to Sam, which didn't shock Kurt. Well you learned something new every day.

Puck stated he was married to Rachel's mom and raising a twelve year old Beth.

Santana and Brittney were still fuck buddies with neither married or in a committed relationship but anyone could tell them had feelings for each other. Artie and Tina were married with a newborn and a three year old but Tina still maintained her goth element regardless.

When it came for Kurt's time, he was antsy to tell about his fabulous life. He wanted these bitches to eat it up.

"I'm a fashion designer of the brand Roman Holiday, you might have heard of it. It's very popular worldwide and Nicki Minaj is my co-owner. I've been married to Brandon Roman, fullback for San Francisco Giants for four years and been together for six. We have twin daughters that are two and the cutest babies ever. I have pictures if you want to see." Kurt was already digging out his to-go baby album in his purse he kept on him at all times.

"Uh, Kurt. We don't have time for that now. " Mr. Schuester said before the soprano got too caught up in baby photos. The denial strongly reminded Kurt of all the solos he used to be denied of. He was right when he thought nothing in this school had changed.

"Did you have fun?"Kurt asked that night at the hotel after the gathering was over and his husband sat on the bed.

"The games were weird but I guess that's what glee club was about. Being weird."

"Being unique," Kurt corrected, moving to the bathroom to do his nightly routine with his makeup bag.

"Yeah, that. Your friends are kinda annoying but alright. That Mexican girl…"

"Latino," Kurt shouted from the bathroom.

"That Latino girl was giving me serious chills with her stares. Everyone was alright but they kept me away from you." The African American man said getting up to turn off the lights and returning to the bed.

"Aww. You didn't want to be away from me? And here I was thinking you were loving it." Kurt responded as he stood in the door of the bathroom looking in the darkened room at his lover's figure on the bed.

"Kurt, I think you forgot you're the attention whore in the marriage. I could live with praise and recognition or without it."

"Aww. You're going give me a tooth ache from the sweetness. How'd you know I needed to hear that I'm an attention whore?"

"Babe, sometimes you're simple when you try to be complex. I'm going to sleep now to get all the rest I can if I have to deal with that Mexican girl for another day. Night." Brandon pulled the cover over him.

"It's Latino honey. But you probably don't care," The man muttered from the doorway as he moved back inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"Love you." Kurt said loudly behind the shut door.

"I love you too. But remember babe, you're only my attention whore."

Or at least he better be.