"Daddy! Blaine's on TV!!" The enthusiastic voice screeched through the loft.

Kurt turned from the dishes he was washing in the sink to spare a look at the screen. Cute as ever on the screen next to Jimmy Fallon, sat Blaine. With a sigh, Kurt turned back to the sink. He told himself he didn't care. He was over it. "That's great, sweetie. But you don't have to yell, I'm right here."

"But daddy, you don't understand! It's Blaine. Anderson. He's like everything!"

"Toronto, you're five. You've got along to go before you can even fathom everything." Kurt grinned at the small boy affectionately. "And Blaine is barely over five feet tall. I'm pretty sure everything is much bigger than that."

"Aw, come on daddy. Don't be such a spoilsport. Watch it with me please?" The big pleading eyes were pretty hard to resist. He definitely got Rachel's eyes, from the color to the irresistible doe-like quality. "You have to because he was your friend. And you have to look at your friends." Kurt chuckled at the potentially wise words of his young son. He supposed he was right, you do have to look at friends. If only Toronto knew how good of friends they were.

"Alright kiddo, scoot over." Toronto shifted in the couch to make room for Kurt, only to climb right back into the spot. Only this time he was sitting on Kurt's lap in the spot.

"Now, rumor has it," Jimmy said through the TV, "that you've been looking for a place in New York to live?"

Toronto squealed, his eyes growing the size of sauce pans, "Blaine's moving." He whispered.

Kurt swore in his mind.

TV Blaine chuckled, "wow, Rumor has everything. Uh, yeah I am."

"And what made you decide to make the move?"

"You know, New York has a lot of great things for everyone. Especially me. There's a lot here that I've missed and I really don't want to miss any more of it." He smiled. To most people, Blaine missed the hustle and bustle, street vendors, beautiful day ready parks, bright lights, big shows, great stores and even better bars. Kurt knew better. It was the man he once loved, an old friend, and a little boy.

Kurt excused himself to finish up the dishes and muddle through everything on his mind. Blaine was here to stay. That meant good and bad. The good: made they could fix things, they could be friends again and it would be great for Toronto, since he really seems to look up to Blaine. And the bad: Percy. Blaine. Percy and Blaine. Blaine and Percy. Kurt and Percy. Blaine and Kurt. Kurt and Hell. What was he supposed to do? At the wedding, Blaine had seemed to make his intentions pretty clear. He told Kurt just fiends. But, Blaine was an open book and a stubborn bull. He was determined to get Kurt back and Kurt knew it, too. But, Kurt had Percy. But, Percy had Anali and Kurt still wasn't sure how he felt about that. He knew he was sleeping around with someone's husband, Anali's husband to be exact. But, the way Percy explained it to him made it all sound so innocent, like he was doing the right thing and helping Percy somehow.

He kept telling Kurt that he would talk to Anali, tell her the truth. He was reassuring Kurt that she would understand. That he was meant to be with Kurt, and she would get that. His words were, "sometimes doing the right thing feels wrong at first, but it always works out for the better in the end."

It all made sense to Kurt. Maybe, Blaine would get it, too.

"Alright, munchkin, bedtime!" Kurt called, scooping up the small child from the couch and clicking the tv off. Blaine's segment had long since ended and the final credits were rolling by.

"No, daddy! I'm not the one who has work tomorrow." Toronto protested "I'm on vacation, so I don't have a bedtime."

"Oh, yes you do." Kurt shook his head. "I need you awake tomorrow when Ms. Turner gets here to babysit you."

Toronto began shaking his head vehemently. "No, daddy! Not ms. Turner again! She smells like cat food and never let's me watch Jake and The Neverland Pirates!"

"No Jake and the Neverland Pirates? That is a touch break, my friend."

"Yeah! And alls she ever watches is the news! She's sooo boring!" Toronto exaggerated, running his hands down his own face in exasperation.

"I'm sure you can manage with her at least one more day, then maybe I will look into finding a new sitter." Kurt promised, tucking his son into bed.

"Why can't you find one tonight?" The snug bug in a rug whined.

"Because, sweetie, it would be on too short of a notice." Kurt placed a kiss to the smooth forehead. "Goodnight, sleep tight, don't run away to Neverland tonight."

"I won't! Nighty night, daddy!" As Kurt left the room, he heard his son sleepily mumble something, "I wish Blaine was my babysitter."

And that got Kurt thinking.

"Hello, Blaine? It's Kurt." He said through the phone. Kurt was sitting on his bed, showered and in his pajamas. A mug of tea on the bedside table and the clock creeping closer to midnight.

"Hey, what's up?" Blaine sounded tired. Not just woke up drowsy, but like about to crash exhausted. He had probably just gotten back to his hotel.

"Uh, well, I was going to ask for a favor. But, you sound tired and maybe it wasn't a good idea." Kurt tried to back out, twisting a lose string of his sweater around his finger.

"Oh, no I'm fine. Looking for the coffee maker.." Kurt could hear a rustling and cabinets being opened and closed in the background. "But, I'm fine. What, might I ask, is this favor?"

"I need someone to watch Toronto, while Santana and I are at work. He requested someone with less cats and I figured you fit that criteria, that is if you're up for it." Kurt watched the string turn the tip of his finger blue and puffy, before unwinding it. He shook the blood back into his hand and awaited Blaine's drawled and lazy response.

"Uh, yeah. Totally!" He seemed surprised by the idea, or at least by the fact that it was Kurt's idea. Which Kurt doesn't understand. He was the one to suggest he meet Toronto in the first place. "What time?"

"Is 8 okay?"

"Like in the morning?" Kurt confirmed Blaine's question with a hum. "Yeah, okay. Now I really need to find my coffee maker." Blaine mumbled more to himself.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "check the bathroom, Blaine."

"The bath..." There was a shuffling noise. "Oh, found it. Who makes coffee in the bathroom? I don't get it." Now he was pretty sure Blaine was rambling on from the lack of sleep. It wouldn't be the first time. "Does it come with coffee grounds?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it, Blaine, I'll just make an extra cup, or two, for you. Get some sleep for now and I'll see you tomorrow." Kurt relieved the sleepy boy of any further duties for the night and they said their goodbyes, then hung up.

After shooting a quick apology to Ms. Turner and canceling on her, Kurt was able to crawl into bed and get some sleep for himself.