Blaine rolled over and felt the warmth beside him, he snuggled quickly into heat and burrowed his chin into the crook of his neck.

But the skin didn't feel right. It was smooth, but not soft like he thought it would be. It was much warmer than Kurt always was. The bones underneath didn't even fall in the correct places.

"Can you like stop that," a harsh voice complained, "you are scratching up my neck and I need to be perfect for Saint Kurt Hummel.

Blaine came crashing back to reality when he realized that the man in his arms wasn't his ex husband, but instead his boyfriend.

Who had spent the night.

"Sebastian…what are you doing here?" Blaine sat up and realized he was thankfully clothed. Glancing over at Sebastian, he realized that the younger man was in boxer briefs and nothing else.

"We must have fallen asleep…" Sebastian sat up and stretched, "Oh crap! We fell asleep! I didn't go home last night. Oh god, Blaine, I'm sorry to run, but I need to go home. I forgot to…to feed my dog!" Sebastian tripped over his jeans as he pulled them on. "I knew I should have stayed dressed and not worried about wrinkling these clothes!"

Blaine was worried about something else. "Haley didn't see you at all last night did she? Sebastian, you aren't supposed to spend the night!"

Sebastian looked up as he buttoned his shirt, "I know! I don't think she saw me. But she was up on her phone when I walked by last night. You might want to check to make sure she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Blaine's heart immediately sank again, "You don't think she does, do you? She's too young!"

Sebastian was already hurrying out of the door, "Don't look at me. Why would I know? I'm not her father, I'm just telling you what I heard!"

They were halfway down the steps when Blaine heard Haley singing as she did her daily chores.

"Sebastian," Blaine hissed, "she's down there!"

"Daddy?" Haley came running around the corner quickly, almost sliding on the floor. "Sebastian!"

"What did we talk about?" Sebastian said coolly to the girl, already annoyed that he was staying longer.

"Mr. Smythe," Haley mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"She doesn't have to call you that," Blaine said in a low voice, "this is her house."

Sebastian looked at Blaine with wide eyes, "Seriously? You don't want her to show respect for me?"

"There are other ways to show respect," Blaine said, now leading Sebastian to the door by his elbow, "and making her dislike you won't get you that."

Sebastian leaned against the door, "I'm sorry. I…I don't understand this whole parenting thing. But you know, I would like to be a dad to her at some point. She needs someone else in her life, Blaine."

Blaine couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips because Sebastian was right, Haley did need another parental figure in her life.

But Blaine wasn't so sure it should be Sebastian.

"I'll think about it," Blaine said eventually, trying his best to smile at Sebastian.

"I love you," Sebastian said, pressing a hand to Blaine's face.

Blaine smiled, "I'll see you later."

Blaine still hadn't really gathered the feelings to say that back to Sebastian. He wasn't sure he was ever going to get the feelings for it, but he hoped he could figure it out.

Blaine closed the door quietly behind him. He leaned against the door and tried to figure out what he was going to say to Haley. H walked slowly back to the kitchen where he saw Haley sitting with her head down in her hands.

Blaine walked up behind her and rubbed a hand down her back, "I'm sorry, Hales. I'll make sure he doesn't spend the night again."

She looked up at him, her face red, but she wasn't crying. "I don't like him," she mumbled.

Blaine nodded and leaned back against the table, "You don't? Why don't you like him?"

Haley couldn't meet his eyes because she had no idea what to say. She couldn't tell him that she wanted him to be back with her dad, because she wasn't supposed to know about him yet. "He doesn't make you smile," she said honestly. She knew her he was smiling yesterday when she got home, but the smile faded as soon as Sebastian came home.

Blaine let out a breath he had been holding since he'd woken up. His entire body hurt and his mind was clouded with decisions he didn't want to make. "Well then, how about you and I go shopping today? We can put Sebastian out of our minds and just have a daddy –daughter day?" His smile was huge when he looked down at the smile on Haley's face.

"Can we? I don't really need new clothes…" Haley mused, trying to remember an even before the first day of school that she needed an event for.

Blaine's phone rang and he glanced down at it quickly.

Kurt.

"Hello?" Blaine said with a question in his voice.

"Hey! It's me, Kurt!' Kurt's voice was crisp and clear on the other side of the phone.

"Hi!" Blaine couldn't help the smile that could be heard through the phone. He shook his head at Haley who looked at him with questioning eyes. "What can I do you for?" he asked, butterflies appearing in his stomach. He blushed when he said the sentence.

Kurt just laughed lightly, "Well, we're setting up the fashion show today and I was wondering if you wanted to bring Haley and show her around. She doesn't have to see me and I don't have to see her. I just want to do…something for her."

Blaine's heart melted on the spot. He never had really doubted Kurt's love for Haley, but to know that someone else could love her as much as he did was definitely a relief. But he needed to think of Haley before he thought of his own selfish needs. "Kurt…I can't….she doesn't know anything about us yet. I want to talk to her and tell her before she creates stories in her head," Blaine was now practically hidden in the pantry talking to Kurt.

"I know, Blaine. I'm telling you, you won't be allowed into the room I'll be in anyway," Kurt sounded a little annoyed but Blaine tried to pass it off as disappointment.

"Okay…when? I just promised her a shopping trip?" Blaine peeked around the corner to make sure Haley wasn't listening at the wall. She was talking to Santana.

"Tonight, around six?" Kurt asked, his voice slightly more hopeful.

"We'll be there," Blaine grinned even though he knew Kurt couldn't see it, he knew Kurt would know exactly what his face looked like.

"Can't wait," Kurt admitted before hanging up the phone quickly.

Blaine emerged from the pantry and looked sheepishly at Santana and Haley who just stared at him expectantly.

"I thought you came out of the closet years ago, Hobs?" Santana laughed, shaking her head but keeping her eyes trained on Blaine.

"Wow, that's so original, Santana!" Blaine put on a shocked face before dodging a bagel thrown in his direction.

"Shut up, Blaine!" Santana laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist. "What are you all smiley for anyway?"

Blaine bit his lip and looked to Haley, "Hey, Hales, can you go get ready to go shopping? I just need to talk to Santana really quick."

Haley gave a great sigh before running out of the kitchen and up the steps. Blaine waited until he could hear her footsteps in her room before beginning.

"Kurt came over yesterday," he started boldly, not quite knowing how else to bring the topic up. "He says he wants to get to know Haley."

Santana's face wasn't as shocked as he thought it would be.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Blaine asked as he sipped his coffee, already feeling a caffeine-deficiency headache coming on.

Santana turned her head quickly and cleaned up Blaine's spill, "I knew it would happen eventually. He may have been young and stupid, Blaine, but he still loved you and Haley the day he left."

Blaine's brain overpowered with what Santana said. "That would have been great information years ago, Santana!"

Santana looked sheepish, "So why were you hidden in the closet? Are you starting up a torrid affair with him?"

"Doubtful. He probably has a whole harem of men that he does whatever he wants with, he's still gorgeous." Blaine laughed, "he actually has a fashion show here this week. Guess who's modeling for him?"

"The alligator?" Santana wrinkled her nose.

Blaine, for the first time, laughed at Santana's favorite insult for Sebastian. "Santana...he wants me to bring her to the location of the show so she can walk around…do you think I should?"

"Blaine, this really isn't my place…" Santana looked awkward for a few seconds. She fiddled with a cup.

"Come on, Santana, you are the closest thing to a mother she'll ever have," Blaine put his hands on her shoulders, "I need your help. Is this a good idea?"

Santana bit her lip and seemed to be fighting an internal battle. "I think you should at least take her tonight. That will be a good experience for her."

"What if Kurt wants to meet her?"

Santana nodded slowly, "I think you should. But that's just me. You want to meet Natalie, don't you?"

"Of course!" Blaine's voice went really high and scratchy, "I want to know her today more than anything."

"Well then you have your answer. Take her shopping, then take her to the fashion show thing tonight. Then see how you feel. If you want to take it a step further, then you can talk to him, to her, and see what you want to do."

Blaine put both of his hands on Santana's face, looking deeply into her eyes, "Thank you, Santana. I honestly have no idea what I would do without you."

"Starve. Live in filth. Probably die eventually," Santana said offhandedly.

"I love you," Blaine said honestly, cocking his head to the side.

"I love you too. And I love Haley, which is why I want the best for her and you," Santana gave him a pointed look before shooing him out of the kitchen.

Kurt

"Okay, it worked," Kurt gave a little jump into the air. "He's bringing Haley to the show run through tonight."

Natalie kicked her feet a little on the chair, "Can I come with? I want to see her?"

Kurt looked sadly at his daughter. He knew separating the girls now that they knew each other would be tough, but he had no idea how tough it would be. Natalie seemed to constantly miss either Haley or Blaine, and it drove Kurt nuts. "I don't think yet, baby. Soon though, maybe I can try to arrange something with Santana…"

"Maybe if you just told Blaine to his face what was going on, you could have them together today," Burt cut in, grabbing a waffle from the table. "Just a suggestion."

"I know it would be easier, Dad. I just…I want to get to know Blaine before I decide if I can lose my heart again."

Burt laughed a little into his coffee, "You don't even have your heart, Kurt. You left it here ten years ago."

Natalie sighed and pushed herself away from the table, "Why can't you just kiss him and make up? Then Haley and I can play together and live together everyday!"

Kurt gazed at his daughter, wishing it could be that simple. If things did work out between the men, what would happen? Blaine couldn't move to New York, but Kurt wasn't sure he could come back to the place that brought everything crumbling down in the first place. Plus it would mean at least one of the girls would have to change schools. What would it mean for Burt? For Brittany? Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a sign that he was really stressed out, "No matter what I do, I'm doing someone wrong here. Maybe I should just forget it…we can all just go back to New York and forget this happened. Natalie, we'll have to medicate you for years, and I'll pay for therapy…"

"No," Brittany stood in the doorway, "Kurt, you can't give up your one chance of true love…for the second time."

Kurt looked at his friend who stared at him with huge, pure eyes. Kurt realized that Burt and Natalie would, could follow him wherever he went, they based their lives around him. But Brittany might not be able to, who knew where this would put her. "Brittany...you realize that if I do get back together with Blaine, I will probably…"

"Yes," Brittany nodded quickly, "but love is the only thing making the world worth living in; and sparkles, but mostly love."

Kurt laughed, "Okay. I can do this then. I'll talk to him tonight and see if I can get him to go out to dinner with me or something. He and I need to talk in a place that is neutral for both of us. His house wasn't going to work."

Burt nodded, "Now you are thinking smart."

Kurt grabbed his bag, "Until then, I have thirty male models to fit, and a specific one to torture."

When he arrived at work, Kurt waved to the men standing outside waiting. He still liked to remain someone cool towards the male models because he couldn't get a reputation and he also couldn't afford to waste time becoming friendly with everyone.

His assistants were already lined up with tape measurers and sewing kits, "Okay, you all just take the men one at a time. I have to work with Mr. Smythe first."

Kurt walked back to his room and started setting up his kit. Sebastian was awfully leggy for a man and Kurt was having a hair time making the pants look right on him.

He also really didn't want to spend so much time in Sebastian's crotch.

While he was still setting up, Sebastian walked into the room, nearly yelling into his cell phone. "Look baby, I'm sorry! I told you I fell asleep at my friend Santana's house. It was nothing, honey. I know. You know I always come home at night!"

Kurt looked at Sebastian expectantly. Sebastian may be a huge male model, but he was still working for Kurt, and Kurt could quite frankly ruin his career.

"Sorry, I have to go, baby." Sebastian hung up the phone and rolled his eyes to Kurt, "boyfriends suck."

Kurt replayed Sebastian's side of the conversation in his head. How could Sebastian have been talking to Blaine if he mentioned staying at Santana's house? Santana lived at Blaine's house!

Kurt just nodded and clenched his jaw. Sebastian definitely was hiding something from Blaine, and he wanted to figure out what it was. "Strip," Kurt ordered.

Sebastian stripped down quickly and stood on the stool in front of Kurt. Kurt couldn't help but check out Sebastian's body. He was tall and relatively muscular, but Kurt didn't see the appeal. Having been in contact with Sebastian on many occasions, he knew there was nothing special about any part of Sebastian's body, he was completely average.

Kurt worked for awhile, taking all of Sebastian's measurements for the fifth time. But he noticed something when he compared them. "You might want to lay off the Girl Scout cookies," Kurt commented. "You gained some weight and I cannot let the clothes out."

Sebastian looked at the measurements, "It's my damn boyfriend's cooking. He's a chef at an Italian restaurant and he's always feeding me."

"I thought your boyfriend worked in coffee?" Kurt asked nonchalantly, trying to force his hand to stop shaking.

"My other one does," Sebastian laughed, "You can never have too many boyfriends, you know what I mean?"

Kurt pushed so hard on his paper that his pencil snapped, he looked up and laughed a little at Sebastian, "Yeah…I understand. Excuse me."

Kurt nearly ran into the small bathroom in his room. He pulled out his cell phone and called Santana quickly.

"Santana's house of pain, I like to make Blaine cry," Santana answered with a laugh.

"Sebastian has another boyfriend," Kurt spit, "he has another boyfriend that he lives with."

"That slut," Santana screeched, "I knew there was a reason he didn't try to move in here."

Kurt was breathing heavily, "What are we going to do, Santana? He's going to hurt Blaine! I can't let him do that!"

Santana shushed him through the phone, "We'll be fine. He's about two steps away from leaving him anyway. Just let Sebastian do what he's doing, he's messing it up enough on his own."

Kurt nodded before he realized Santana couldn't see him, "Okay. I have to go. But just…make sure Blaine comes tonight and doesn't chicken out, okay?"

"I am."

Kurt hung up the phone before bolting out of the bathroom, "Sorry, I pricked my finger."

Sebastian looked bored as he held his phone to his ear, "What do you mean I can't come over tonight?" he snapped, "I don't care if you have plans with Haley…"

Kurt really wanted to tune the conversation out, but he figured he could listen to something that involved his daughter.

"Fine. I'll sit alone tonight. Whatever," with that Sebastian pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up the phone, "Ugh. I'm not made for this."

Kurt nodded before looking back down at his paper, "Let me just check something…" he reached forward and pinched some of Sebastian's skin between his fingers – probably a little harder than he should have. "Yeah…that's what I thought. It isn't water retention."

Sebastian put a hand to his stomach, "What do I have to do?"

"I'd suggest eating nothing but bananas and celery for the next week," Kurt said seriously while laughing inside. "Nothing to drink but water and black coffee. Only light exercise and no sex," Kurt glared at him over the reading glasses he had perched on his nose.

"No sex?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "does that include with you?" Sebastian placed a hand on Kurt's neck, "because you're hot."

"Trying to sleep with me won't work. I'm still going to make you diet," Kurt laughed and pushed the hand away.

Sebastian returned the hand right away, "I still want you."

Kurt shook his head, "I think two boyfriends is more than enough for you."