The clock on the wall ticked by slowly. Belle Hummel stared blankly at a math problem she couldnt figure out, and her father sat next to her with his hands over his face.

"Daddy, I just dont understand. Youre not making any sense," Belle pouted, sitting back in her chair.

"Should we take a break?" he asked, running his hands through his thick hair.

"Can it be an ice cream break?" Belle raised an eyebrow.

Smiling, he replied, "Okay but dont tell your father."

Her hazel eyes lit up and she ran to the fridge. Opening the freezer door, she tried to reach the ice cream container in the back. "Ugh," she grunted, trying to jump to reach it.

"Here, let me help," he pulled out the ice cream and set it on the table.

Just as the ice cream scoop got shoved into the ice cream, Belles other father snapped, "Blaine Devon Anderson, what do you think youre doing?"

Placing a scoop of ice cream in a pink bowl, Blaine replied, "What does it look like Im doing? Im getting our sweet princess a snack."

"Shes supposed to be doing homework," Kurt Hummel replied, placing his hands on his hips.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "We are doing homework. This is just motivation."

Giggling, Belle said, "Yeah, Dad, its motivation."

Kurt gaped at Blaine, "You are a terrible influence on our daughter."

"I never said I wasnt," Blaine winked.

"Lets just hope I have more influence over the next one," Kurt stuck his tongue out.

When Belle dug into her bowl, Blaine pulled his husband to the side and quietly said, "Im really glad were doing this."

"Me too," Kurt smiled brightly. "I think were ready to do this again."

"Im just dreading starting math all over again," Blaine scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Youve got a few years," Kurt laughed.

"When are we going to tell Belle?" Blaine motioned to the girl behind them.

Kurt hesitated. Belle was so comfortable with their life now. She had friends at school, and she had her dads all to herself. She was happy. Could she handle such a big change?

"When she gets curious," Kurt decided. "Rachels not going to start showing for a couple months... Well tell her then."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.

Kurt watched Belle for a moment, as she finished her bowl and put it in the sink. She called for Kurt to come help her and he nodded, "Im sure."

"Dont you want me to help?" Blaine asked, stepping toward the table.

"No!" Belle said harshly. Her face softened and she said, "Im sorry, daddy. Youre good at teaching me piano but you arent good at math. I want dad to help me."

"Maybe I can have influence on her after all," Kurt stuck his tongue out at Blaine again and Belle chuckled softly.

There was a knock on the door and Belle jumped back out of her chair. "Theyre here!" she called. "Theyre finally here!"

"Ill get it," Blaine raced her to the door. He opened it and Belle leapt into Sams arms. "Hi, Sammy!" she hugged him tightly.

"Hey, Bumblebee!" Sam Evans kissed her cheek. "I missed you. Were really excited for you to come stay over this weekend."

"Me too," Belle said, reaching for Rachel. "I hate waiting every other weekend. It takes so long to get here.."

"So do we," Rachel hummed, as she pulled Belle into her arms. "But we always enjoy the weekends we have you."

"Dont forget she has her ballet recital Saturday though," Kurt told Rachel. "She cant miss it. She needs to be there at five oclock sharp."

"Noted," Sam said, putting it on his calendar in his cell phone.

"Whats for dinner tonight? Is it almost ready?" Rachel asked. "I have to get down to the theater soon, but Im starving."

"Theres a roast in the oven," Kurt informed her.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine whispered, as Belle dragged Sam to the table and said, "Sammy, my dads are no help. Please help me."

"Im fine," Rachel placed a hand on his shoulder. "We only just got this done. Its not like Im puking my guts out yet, so Im okay."

"Something to look forward to," Kurt sighed. "Im sorry were putting you through this again."

"Hey, its my pleasure," Rachel replied. "Its the least I can do after you let me spend every other weekend with Belle."

"Does Sam regret it now that its done?" Blaine asked nervously, worried about this hurting their relationship.

"He seems okay," Rachel sighed, glancing toward Sam and Belle. "I mean, were not married. We dont have commitments. I dont want a child with someone Im not married to... I love Sam very much but I think he knows we arent ready."

"So hes not jealous?" Kurt asked.

Rachel shook her head, "I hope not. I wish he wouldve told me if he wasnt happy when the four of us sat down and made the decision."

"I think he seemed okay. He didnt seem angry about it or anything," said Blaine, thinking back to the conversation the four of them had a while back.

"I think, like me, Sam just wants you two to be happy. Were all so close and we only want the best for each other," Rachel concluded. "When I told you my Broadway run was ending soon and Kurt said you were considering the idea of having another child, I was genuinely happy for you."

"Im just glad you didnt lose a Broadway role this time," Blaine said.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, "Funny Girl just wasnt meant to be, you know? I got to star in a brand new musical and Sallys Song has been so special for me, but its time for a change."

"But now youll be out of a job," Kurt said sadly.

"Its okay. Sam and I will manage," she reassured him. "Im prepared to keep up with auditions and Ill be on a stage again in no time."

"So youre really okay with this?" Kurt pressed.

"Yes," Rachel laughed. "You guys worry too much. Im honestly happy for you and Belle. Shes gonna be a big sister. Thats a huge deal."

"I hope she likes the idea," Blaine said. It has been something that bothered him since they decided to have another child.

"I think the four of you will be happy together," Rachel smiled.

"Thats my favorite song! Its my favorite song!" Carter Thomas clapped loudly.

"Im glad you liked it," Blaine smiled, placing a hand on Carters back. "Maybe I can play it again for you in our session next week."

"Can you teach it to me?" Carter asked hopefully.

"I would love to," Blaine said, knowing that would be a bit of a challenge. He was willing to try it. "But it looks like your mom is here to take you home. Well have to do it in our next session."

Blaine was a full time musical therapist at the hospital. He saw patients at the hospital as well as outpatient children that came in once a week. Carter Thomas was a nine-year-old boy that came in through outpatient sessions. He had autism and his parents had signed him up a couple weeks ago. So far, Blaine really liked spending time with Carter.

"Hi sweetie!" Sarah Thomas called to her son. "How was he today?" she asked Blaine.

"He was great," Blaine informed her, rising from the piano bench. "I started playing A Whole New World from Aladdin and he was ready to learn the song."

"Aladdin is his favorite movie. He watches it every morning," Sarah nodded. "I think that will be good for him. Thank you, Doctor Anderson."

"My pleasure," Blaine shook her hand. "Ill see you next week, buddy."

"Bye!" Carter called, running down the hall before his mom.

It was his last appointment of the day, and Blaine packed up to head home. He was just on his way out the door when he got a call from Kurt. "Hey, babe. I missed you."

"Can you pick up Belle from ballet today? Im swamped at work and I wont be home for another hour," Kurts frantic voice came through the phone. "I was supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago and I totally forgot. Shes probably freaking out."

"Like you?" Blaine laughed.

"Blaine, this is serious!" Kurt said hotly.

"Okay, okay," Blaine bit his lip. "Im on my way out of the hospital now. Ill be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you, sweetie," Kurt took a deep breath. "Ill be home in an hour and a half. I love you very much."

"I love you too," Blaine hung up the phone. He made his way to the streets to catch the subway. He made it to the ballet studio in twenty minutes.

"Daddy!" Belle called to him, when she saw him. She waved Blaine over to the bench she was sitting on, packing her bag.

Three girls nearby began giggling loudly and one girl called out, "Wheres your girl dad?"

"Yeah, the one with the high voice and the scarves," another girl high-hived the first girl.

"Hey!" Blaine snapped, as Belles face turned red. "That was really rude."

"Have you heard his voice? Its so funny," the first girl giggled.

"Thats my husband youre talking about," Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look somewhat intimidating. "More importantly, how could you say something so hurtful about Belles parent?"

"Uh because she doesnt have normal parents," the girl replied. "Thats why shes not normal."

Blaine was about to respond when the ballet instructor stepped in, "Ladies, thats enough. Apologize to Belle and Mr. Anderson at once."

"Sorry," they mumbled half-heartedly in unison.

"Now go on. Im sure your folks are waiting for you," she ordered.

"Thank you, Rhonda," Blaine sighed in relief. It wouldnt have done him any good to fight with seven-year- old girls.

"Of course," Rhonda replied. "Ill see you Saturday, Belle. Five oclock."

"Bye," Belle said quietly, waving.

Leading his daughter out into the hall, Blaine knelt down in front of her. Brushing hair behind her ear, he asked, "Are you okay?"

She shrugged, "Im used to it. Amber, Danielle, and Macy always tease me about you and dad... Just because I dont have a real mom at home."

"That doesnt make it okay," Blaine shook his head. He moved his hand down to cup her cheek. "Rachel is your real mom. Did you tell them that?"

Tears formed in her eyes and she said, "Yeah, but that doesnt matter to them. They think Im weird because I dont have a normal family."

Feeling his heart break for her, Blaine said, "Im really sorry, honey. They just dont understand because they dont know what its like... You have a different family that loves you more than anything, and thats what really matters."

"Thanks, daddy. I love you too," Belle hugged him tightly.

With his thumb, Blaine brushed a tear off her cheek and said, "Dont ever let anyone bring you down. You are a wonderful girl just the way you are."

Staring at the ceiling, Blaine couldnt fall asleep. He tossed and turned for over an hour and he knew he was keeping Kurt awake.

"Whats bothering you?" Kurt finally asked, as Blaine let out a frustrated groan.

"Something happened at ballet today that I cant let go," Blaine rolled on to his side to face Kurt.

"Did you forget your tutu again?" Kurt chuckled.

"No, but these girls forget to check their attitude at the door. They gave Belle a hard time about having two dads," Blaine said.

Propping himself on his elbow, Kurt said, "its not the first time shes heard it. Kids do it at school too... It makes me wonder how much shes teased and what she doesnt tell us."

"But I hate it. Shes getting bullied and theres nothing I can do to stop it," Blaine said. "Those girls shouldnt get off that easy. Rhonda just told them to apologize and they didnt mean it at all."

"Theyre just kids. They dont understand what it means to not have a mom and a dad at home," Kurt replied. "It doesnt justify what they do but theres always going to be someone that doesnt agree with our relationship. How many times have we seen that look in public?"

"The one where people stare at our embraced hands like we have the chicken pox?" Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I hate to say it but its something Belle will have to deal with for a long time. Shes only in the second grade, Blaine," Kurt reminded him.

"It just got me thinking..." Blaine hesitated, worried how Kurt would take this. "Is it fair to put our next kid through that kind of ridicule?"

"You cant be having regrets now," Kurt sat up and turned the lamp next to him on. "We arent changing our minds. Its too late."

"I know," Blaine rolled on to his back and went back to staring at the ceiling. "I just hate the thought of something bad happening to our sweet angel that doesnt even know the world yet."

"You know, if theres one thing Ive learned with Belle, its that you cant stop the pain," Kurt said. "I remember when she fell on the playground and broke her arm two years ago. I felt horrible because there was nothing I could do to ease the pain."

"But you were there for her," Blaine pointed out. "You took her to the emergency room and sat with her for hours while you waited."

"Blaine, shell have a lot more pain in life than a broken arm. Someday itll be broken hearts, broken dreams... And all well be able to do is be there for her," Kurt curled up next to Blaine and wrapped his arm around his waist.

"That doesnt seem like enough," Blaine admitted.

Kurt kissed his cheek, "I know. Trust me, it doesnt make you any less of a parent. Youre wonderful and Im so happy our daughter has someone like you."