Christmas and the New Year came along quickly. Blaine was making dinner for him and Kurt who thought he would quickly feed the ten month old her dinner, but when he went to put the spoon in her mouth, she grabbed it off him to feed herself, getting purred vegetables all over her bib.

"I think daddy should feed you," Kurt grabbed the spoon back and the girl started screaming, stopping when Kurt gave her the spoon again as she got half the food in her mouth and half all over herself. "My god she is stubborn, Blaine."

"I wonder where she gets that from." Blaine laughed, cutting up the vegetables. This caused Kurt to give Blaine his bitch glare.

After five more minutes of Sophia screaming whenever the spoon was taken away and flicking Kurt with the food later, Kurt proceeded to let her feed herself. At least she was eating it and not crying. Sophia had managed to get food all over herself and the high chair. Blaine lifted her out of it while Kurt took control of kitchen, after changing his pureed vegetable covered top and Blaine had the job of bathing the ten month old.

"Daddy is not impressed," Blaine said as the girl was sitting up in the bathtub splashing around. "You know that is his favourite shirt."

"Dada." The girl babbled splashing.

"Kurt!" Blaine called instantly as the taller man came into the bathroom. "Sophia, say Dada."

"Dada-dada-dada." The girl beamed as she continued splashing around, smiling at Kurt.

"It's to make up for the food fight." Kurt laughed as he realised he had left the pot on, and he didn't want to get near the wet girl.

Blaine rinsed her dark brown curls that were starting to grow out and lifted her before wrapping her up in a big towel. She was looking at him with her big blue eyes as he dried her and put her in her pyjamas.

"Can you say Papa?" Blaine asked. "Come on I know you can Sophia."

Sophia looked at him for a moment, and stopped kicking her legs around, which made it easier for Blaine to put her pants on. The girl babbled as Blaine lifted her up, pulling up her pants.

"Say Papa." Blaine looked at her, when they were in the living area.

"Blaine she isn't going to say Papa." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Dada!" The girl went to go and grab Kurt, as he took her.

They read her a story before putting her to bed. Blaine had her in his arm and the girl was going to pull at his curls.

"Ah," Blaine grabbed her hand. "No pulling at Papa's hair."

"Papa!" The girl said it crystal clear, and Kurt heard it too as Blaine was basically bouncing.

***

Kurt had planned a perfect birthday for the small girl with the family – Burt, Carole, Finn, Rachel, Blaine's parents and evidentially Cooper had made it down for the event. They were in the living area of the apartment after opening presents and Sophia was in Burt's lap, getting all the attention in the room.

"Blaine and I actually have some news." Kurt said as he sat down next to Blaine.

"What is that?" Burt was playing with the girls now full head of dark brown curls that were beginning to grow long enough to use a hairclip.

"We've been saving up and in November, Blaine and I will be getting married." Kurt grabbed the shorter man's hand.

Kurt came out of the nursery after putting Sophia to bed one night. Blaine was sitting at his laptop on the kitchen table.

"We've been engaged for over a year," Blaine closed the screen. "Do you ever think of the actual wedding?"

"Yeah," Kurt responded. "I want Sophia to be our flower girl and it to be a special day."

"Maybe Sophia's birthday next year -March weddings are nice," Kurt sat down. "And it will be five years since we started dating."

"Or-we could have it on the 9th of November." Blaine offered.

"Why?" Kurt asked. "What's special about November 9?"

"This year it will be five years since we came into each other's lives," Blaine smiled. "Sophia should be well and truly walking by then."

"Let's do it," Kurt responded. "On November 9 we will be married."

That was the moment Sophia realised the attention was no longer on her, and crawled off her grandfather's lap, grabbing his hands to help her stand up. The small girl looked at Rachel and took three or four steps while Blaine had the camera out.

"Come on Sophia," Rachel encouraged. "Come to Aunt Rachel."

The small girl suddenly realised what she was doing and fell flat on the floor, forward facing, before she crawled over to the diva.

"So," Blaine broke the silence. "By November we shall become the Hummel-Andersons."

"I can't wait." Kurt smiled, before kissing Blaine on the cheek.