"-and then the director started hitting on me! He kept asking for my dress size and everything, even though it was in my résumé-"

Blaine just sighed as Rachel continued to explain what actually sounded like a very boring story. He looked out her window and thought about what had occurred that morning. How he had left the bathroom to explain to Kurt what was going on, only to find him missing. How he went to the bedroom to see if Kurt was there. How he saw Kurt stretched out onto his bed, slowly feeling himself and how Blaine found himself hypnotized by the sight. How he decided to go over and help Kurt out. His original intention was to just feel it himself, but he found himself craving to see what it was like to wrap himself around Kurt, and how he suddenly seemed to do just that. He worried that Kurt would push him away and tell him to leave, but instead Kurt looked relieved, so Blaine continued.

He shivered at the memory. It was one of the best experiences he had ever encountered. He also knew that he stepped over a line. Kurt has done nothing but be kind and welcoming to him, and Blaine just forces himself onto Kurt when Kurt clearly needed his own time.

"-Finn was in a jealous rage when I called him, but he seemed busy rehearsing so I told him-"

Blaine rolled his eyes, something he never thought he would do in the presence of a lady. Blaine just did not believe in doing such rude gestures in front of women. Then again, he also did not believe he would ever enjoy taking in another man's genitals and gaining relief without even touching himself because of it.

Blaine looked to Kurt, and saw him staring at Rachel with interest, although his eyes had glazed over. Blaine still could not believe that anyone else could be so beautiful. Quinn at her best dressed could not beat Kurt in his worst dressed.

Suddenly Blaine realized that he did not want to be there. He stood from the couch, causing Rachel and Kurt to snap their heads to Blaine.

"I have decided to go back to your apartment, Kurt. I think I would rather take a nap today, if you do not mind." He turned to where Rachel was on the couch and took her hand, kissing it and she giggled, "Good day, Rachel. I hope to see you soon."

Blaine dropped her hand and started walking to the door, expecting Kurt to follow. Instead, Kurt stayed, watching him go. Blaine turned back to Kurt and raised his eyebrows, trying to communicate that he wanted to talk to Kurt alone. Kurt did not move, just quirked one eyebrow back and turned to listen to Rachel again.

"Kurt," Blaine started to say, but he suddenly saw keys flying through the air and hitting him in the chest. Apparently Kurt did not want to come back with him and talk. Confused, Blaine picked up the keys and tried to remember where Kurt lived in this big city.

Blaine could not believe how big it had gotten since he last remembered.

He stood in Time's Square, taking in all the billboards and advertisements for things he had never heard of. What was this 'West Side Story'? And who would write a play about Mormons for goodness sakes!

He felt lost. He tried to take the subway back to Kurt's apartment, but he somehow managed to get lost instead. Frustrated, he kicked at the curb, shooting pain into his toe. He did not have money, so he could not taxi anywhere. Not that it mattered; he did not know Kurt's address. Thinking hard about what he should do, he spotted a sign that read 'Central Park'. Without thinking, he started waking towards Central Park. Perhaps a quick walk through his favorite spot would clear his mind.

At the very least he will get a great view of Central Park again.

He found himself wandering around the same park he ran into Penny and Kurt, and he sat down at a park bench to watch the children play. He admired how the children were so carefree. He wished his life was like that.

He looked at the children and recognized a red mop in pigtails running around. She turned and looked at Blaine. He realized that the group of children was the daycare children. Penny stared for a beat, then took off running towards Blaine, shouting, "Blainy!"

He smiled and stood up to catch her, and it was a good thing he did. She jumped into Blaine's arms like she had done this her entire life. One of her caretakers came over and smiled, "You must be Blaine. Penny hasn't stopped talking about you all day."

Blaine smiled and responded, "I guess Penny has taken a liking to me. I did not realize that I could become such an important person in the span of a couple days."

Penny clung to his leg and was waiting patiently for him to finish. Blaine looked down at the little girl and smiled.

"I'm just glad that Kurt found someone to share her life with. He always seemed so lonely whenever he dropped off Penny, I'm so glad he found someone to care for her with."

Blaine looked up and felt the color drain from his face, "Oh, I'm not with-Kurt and I-I'm just-"

Penny giggled and looked up at the caregiver, "He's not with daddy yet, Mel! It's a secret!"

Mel smiled at Penny and looked back at Blaine, "Well, whatever happens, know that these two deserve the happiness." She nods at Blaine and continues, "Actually, you could take her home if you want. We're kind of under-staffed today and we were going to call Kurt anyways to see if he could take her."

Blaine nodded, albeit hesitantly, "But I am not Kurt. Are you allowed to just let her go home with me even though you have never met me?"

Mel's eyes softened, "Well, Penny doesn't really trust a lot of people. She rarely hugs anybody. My guess is that if she comes running to you and gives you a hug you're trustworthy."

She looked back down at Penny, "See ya later squirt!" She turned and ran off to the other children.

"I hate it when she calls me that." Penny whispered from Blaine's leg, hiding in the fabric of his pants.

Blaine chuckled and held out his hand for her to take, "Come on. Show me the way home. We should make sure that Kurt does not worry about us if he is back."

Penny let go of Blaine's leg and gripped his hand tightly. "Do you know how to get home?"

Blaine shook his head, and Penny giggled, "I suppose not, you don't know 2017 New York. You know your 1917 New York!" Her face scrunched up in confusion, "How long ago is that? It seems forever ago."

Blaine chuckled and let her drag him towards the taxis, "That would be a hundred years, honey."

Penny stopped running and looked at Blaine, "A HUNDRED YEARS? Why aren't you old looking then? Daddy and I watched something on TV about a girl that lived to be 128 years old, but she had a bunch of wrinkles and grey hair."

Blaine shrugged, "I'm not quite sure why, actually. I guess I'm supposed to learn a lesson or something."

Penny pulled out what appeared to be $40 in cash and Blaine jumped at the amount of money she was holding.

She noticed this and smiled, "It's my WHOLE life savings. I was saving it for something special, but I'd rather get home. That's special enough, right papa?"

Blaine could die at her calling him papa, but he had to remember: not his child. "Sure Penny. But I'm not papa, sweetie."

Penny jumped in the cab and looked at him with a big smile, "Not yet."

In the cab ride home, neither one of them spoke, but Blaine did not feel a need to say anything.

Penny only spoke once they had found their way into the apartment and had sat on the couch together to watch another Disney movie (Snow White this time, and Blaine couldn't help but note how it seemed as old as he was). "Why don't you love daddy, Blaine?"

Blaine jumped at the question, dropping the remote, "Wh-what?"

"It's just," Penny sighed, "You guys are always looking at each other like you love each other. You kissed daddy last night, and you stared at him this morning. Isn't that what love is?"

Blaine gazed at her and frowned slightly, "It..It's complicated, Penny."

Penny shook her head, "It's not complicated if you don't let it. Do you love daddy?"

Blaine tossed his hands in the air, "I don't know, Penny. I have known your father for three days. I do know that I admire your father for his kindness and his honesty and…"

Blaine then realized something. He admired more than Kurt's kindness and honesty. He enjoyed watching Kurt as he concentrated on cooking. He humored at Kurt's explanations for the world today. He cooed over Kurt's ramblings. He loved the way Kurt looked, felt, talked, everything.

He was in love with Kurt.

Blaine glanced at Penny, but she already knew.