It was afterschool and Kurt had told five year old Katie and eleven year old Eliza that Rachel would be picking them up from school because neither man could come and get them and he didn’t want them coming home by themselves yet.  The men had let Louise go now Katie was in school full time. This was until a last minute change and Kurt was able to move his meeting forward in time to pick them up from school. Katie ran into the car and Eliza was still confused.

“Wasn’t Aunt Rachel meant to be picking us up?” Eliza asked, getting into the passenger’s side of the car.

“I moved my meeting forward,” Kurt looked at the girl. “You seem disappointed.”

“I’m not,” Eliza said quickly. “I might call her when I get home though.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, trying to focus on the road.

“I need help with some homework.” The girl answered quickly.

“Homework?” Kurt asked. “Papa and I can help you with that.”

“I’d rather speak to Aunt Rachel.” Eliza said almost coldly.

Kurt felt stung by that comment. This was a girl who would tell Kurt anything, even things Blaine didn’t know. He understood this girl, and then a thought went through his mind – what if she is drifting away, or is starting to feel more comfortable with her aunt. They got back to their place, and she called Rachel who agreed to come over the following night and help Eliza. The next night, after Eliza finished this ‘homework’, Kurt stopped his best friend before leaving.

“Okay Rachel, what is up with my daughter?” He looked at the woman who was trying to divert the topic.

“Um, I think Eliza should tell you, Kurt.” Rachel said quickly.

“She won’t, hence why I am asking you!” Kurt responded as Rachel rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to lose my daughter. Aiden hardly says a word to me anymore, now he is in high school. If Eliza is doing the same, just tell me.”

“She wanted me to help her with some homework.” Rachel said, as Kurt just sighed. That was the exact line his eleven year old used the day before.

“Please Rachel.” Kurt almost begged now as the woman breathed in heavily.

“I can guarantee this has nothing to do with you, Kurt.” Rachel said as she left the house.

Kurt walked up to the bedroom of the eleven year old and knocked on the door. She immediately looked up and threw an exercise book in her drawer.

“Can you please tell me why you couldn’t talk to me, but you could talk to Rachel? You tell me everything Eliza!” Kurt was now tearing up and the girl just sighed.

“I had to interview a woman I know questions about puberty dad,” Eliza said, as Kurt sat down on the bed. “I don’t have a mum and this isn’t exactly a topic that both you and papa would know about. Plus, I feel much more comfortable talking to Aunt Rachel about it because she is a girl.”

“Oh,” Kurt said after a while. “And you finished the homework?”

“Yes,” Eliza answered. “Aunt Rachel answered all the questions for me. She is also taking me shopping next week.”

“Shopping?” Kurt asked, welling up again. Shopping was their thing. Of all of three kids, she knew fashion and loved fashion almost as much as he did. “That is our thing. I’ll take you shopping.”

“Dad, we are bra shopping,” Eliza said as Kurt just laughed lightly. “You can come if you want?”

“I think Rachel should be okay,” Kurt answered. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Thanks dad,” The girl said hugging the taller man. “I promise we’ll go shopping soon though.”

“Good.” Kurt smiled at her, walking out of the bedroom.