By Toronto's third day of school, Kurt's work schedule had begun to pick up again. He had to call in Blaine to fill in for the things Kurt was too occupied to do. By the second week, they'd developed a pattern, nagivating through the day like a well oiled machine.

Blaine was at the loft early; he always is. But today he got there even before Kurt had woken up. Santana let him on her way out, only throwing him a "good morning" and "make yourself at home" as she rushed out the door. Quietly, Blaine shuffled around making coffee and scrambled eggs and waffles. It would take him a moment to find stuff, but he slowly caught on that Kurt had changed a thing in the last five years. Coffee grounds in the cabinet above the stove; waffle mix in the back of pantry, because no one ever has time to use it; eggs on the top shelf of the fridge. As instructed to, he made himself at home again.

Kurt woke up to the rhythmic beeping of his alarm. He almost hit snooze and went back to sleep. Almost. The smell of coffee lured him out of bed. Climbing out of bed, he stumbled into the kitchen to find Blaine taking waffles out of the waffle maker. "Good morning." The cheery chef greeted him. "Santana let me in. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. If I'd know you were here, I just would've looked a little more decent before coming out here." Kurt chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Blaine raked his eyes over Kurt's supposedly indecent state. He was in sweatpants that fit him a little too well and a tank that showed off his arms, which have only grown to be more defined with time. His hair was disheveled in the cutest way possible; it always was when he woke up. "Nothing I haven't since before." Blaine mumbled, through Kurt a wink.

Kurt hid his smirk, with the roll of his eyes. "Right. I'm gonna go shower. Can you wake up Toronto?"

Blaine waited until he heard the water running inside the small bathroom, before going to wake up the small child. He carried the groggy boy into the kitchen to eat his waffles, before sending him back to his room to get dressed.

Kurt stuck his head out the bathroom door, a towel around his waist and another drying his hair. "Hey, Blaine?" He asked, "would you mind picking out an outfit for me?" Blaine just looked back at him, with pupils dilated even more than before. Great, Kurt thought, I scared the best babysitter I'd had in a while. "I'm mean, you don't have to. You used to and it was nice and..."

Once Blaine remembered the lump in his mouth was for talking, he managed to stammer out, "yeah, uh, I guess. I mean, sure. Yeah."

"Thanks." Kurt chimed, before slipping back into the bathroom.

With great uncertainty and a tingling of joy, Blaine made his way to Kurt's closet. He caught the satisfied smirk in his reflection, on the mirror, before sliding open the door to reveal some of the finest clothes he'd ever seen. When he and Kurt were still together, Blaine would love to sneak some of Kurt's clothes into his wardrobe, if only for a day. Usually, the limbs would be to long, or the torso, but it was enough to make Kurt smile against Blaine's lips. It was incredibly tempting to lay out an old outfit, one that would bring back fond memory such as that one. But Blaine, as well as Kurt, was desperately trying to pave way for the future and Blaine feared conjuring old memories would jeopardize that. So, he settled on an outfit completely composed of things he'd never before seen and things that would make Kurt look absolutely ravishing. Collecting the proof of his new found inner fashionista, Blaine went to deliver them to Kurt.

"Thank you so much, Blaine! This perfect." Kurt beamed just as grandly as Blaine's. His hair was already styled and he looked perfect, even in just a towel. Especially in just a towel. Blaine was tempted to the clothes back and let Kurt wear that all day. But, he assumed a towel wasn't appropriate work attire.

"Anytime." Blaine breathed. And he meant it.

Kurt stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed, five minutes later. It was just enough time for Blaine to fix everyone a plate and for Toronto to already be seated and munching on his waffle. "How do I look?" Blaine had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Toronto looked and clapped for about two seconds, before returning to his waffle. "Well, you can thank for Blaine." Then, Toronto looked at Blaine and clapped for about two seconds, then took a sip of his orange juice. "Would you show some emotion today? It's like I have a little robot." When Toronto proceeded to do the robot, Kurt and Blaine both laughed.

"I made enough food for you, if you want some." Blaine offered, holding the plate he'd fixed with Kurt in mind.

"Sure, thank you! But," Kurt bit his lip, glancing at the clock. "Can I take it to go?" He asked. Blaine nodded. He was going to put it on a paper plate for Kurt. But the older man took it from him, plastic Disney plate and all. "Thank you, Blaine. You are seriously the best." Kurt said, giving Blaine a quick kiss on the cheek, before doing the same to Toronto. Blaine watched Kurt in awe, as he stopped in the doorway to add, "There are stranger people on the subway, right?" He asked, gesturing to his breakfast to go.

It took Blaine a second before he'd registered what was going on. It took him back. Way back. It was five years ago, when Kurt would kiss Blaine and leave for work in an outfit he'd picked out, throwing out a cute remark and Blaine would reply, "Yeah, Kurt, of course." With the fondest of smiles, which was exactly what he did. The retrospect scared Blaine so much. But, then there was Toronto, sitting and watching the exchange through his innocent eyes and it was the future. Their future; all three of them. And Blaine was simply giddy.

"Ready for school?" Blaine asked Toronto.

"Yeah!" The small boy hurried out of his chair to grab his back pack and meet Blaine at the door.

Blaime dropped Toronto at school, went home, cleaned, picked up Toronto, made a mess in his kitchen while baking a cake with Toronto, cleaned some more, then texted Kurt. The message said, "Can pick up Toronto from my place tonight?" Then he sent his address. He was always sending Kurt his address as if he'd forgotten. Kurt found it endearing.

When Kurt showed up to get his son, Blaine followed the plan he'd devised early. "Since Toronto made a cake today, which I kind of helped with, but not really," Blaine winked at the small boy, who nodded with pride. "I thought you guys might want to stay for dinner? I can make lasagna or something, and then we can break into the frosted delicacy."

Kurt grinned fondly and said, "Sure, I'd love to."