Blaine padded into the kitchen earlier than usual the next morning, his eyes tired and his heart jumping in his chest. Today was the day of the fashion show, and Blaine wasn't quite sure how to handle anything.

There was a heavy silence between Haley, Santana, and himself. He knew the silence had just started because he heard the girls gossiping and giggling when he awoke.

Santana leaned against the island in the center of the kitchen, "So I'm going to need a few hours off to go fix this manicure…." She broke the silence with a sheepish grin and stared at the floor, "I mean… it was your fault I broke a nail."

Blaine couldn't help but snort back a laugh, "How was it my fault?"

"You dated that asshole to begin with," Santana said lightly, handing Blaine his morning cup of coffee with a grin.

Blaine laughed, trying to remember the night before and never let it leave his mind.

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Night Before

Sebastian Cheshire grinned at her, "You can't. I don't think Kurt Hummel caters to your clientele exactly…"

The glass Santana was holding crashed to the ground as she jumped from just the name.

Blaine blinked and before he knew it, Santana was on top of Sebastian, legs wrapped around his waist as she batted at his head, "Mientes cocodrilo! Har� de ti siento que naciste! No te atrevas a ensuciar esto para arriba!"She screeched loudly as she continued to slap his head. Sebastian twirled in circles, trying to buck the girl off of his back.

"Would you two stop?" Blaine asked after watching for a few minutes. He laughed as he saw Santana glance up at him and freeze.

"Why?" she had a slight glint of danger in her eyes. She would kill Blaine if he honestly believed Sebastian.

"Sebastian, I doubt you slept with Kurt Hummel," Blaine leaned backward against the island, "Actually I know you didn't."

Santana slid off of Sebastian's back, collecting herself and brushing lint off her clothing, "Well finally you are seeing things."

Sebastian cocked his head, "How can you be so sure, Blaine? You didn't know I was living with my boyfriend. You really aren't the type to pick up on things…"

"Sebastian, get out," Blaine was firm, his tone cold but his eyes blazing. "I'm tired of you."

Sebastian looked taken aback. He had no idea where this sense of self came from in Blaine. Usually Blaine was somewhat of a pushover, but Sebastian must have hit a nerve. "You know Blaine, I actually did care about you, which is more than you can say." With that, Sebastian turned and walked quickly out of the house, closing the door quietly behind him.

Blaine felt a bit of a shock go through his body. Was it possible that Sebastian, beneath the bravado and the sarcasm, actually did care about Blaine?

Blaine couldn't shake the feeling that he had done some wrong to the man, but couldn't look back now; he had to move on toward the future.

He walked over to Santana and hugged her tightly, trying to hold onto something solid. "I told you someone would get hurt," he whispered, "I just didn't think it would actually be Sebastian."

Santana took Blaine's face in her hands, "Now you see how easy it is hurt someone. Do you really think Kurt thought missing a few things a decade ago was because he wanted to hurt you?" Santana shrugged when Blaine didn't answer, "Just think about it, okay?" With that, the girl turned and moved toward her part of the house, "Also, I'm going to need a manicure. That boy must have had a metal plate in his head. I bet that's where the aliens probed him."

Blaine laughed but was thankful for Santana once again. He made a silent wish that she would find herself love instead of fighting for him to find someone.

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"Yeah, you can go get a manicure whenever you want. I still need to go pick something up for the show tonight," Blaine frowned, he had no idea what to wear. He mostly wore one of the two suits he had or jeans and a button up. He rarely dressed up for anything. "Which..I have no idea what to wear, so this should be fantastic."

Santana bent and picked up a huge box, "I think someone was still hoping you'd show up. He sent over this box this morning. He also sent one for Haley."

Blaine couldn't help the smile on his face, "He probably didn't want me to embarrass him."

"Or he actually cares about you and knew you wouldn't feel comfortable in your own clothes," Santana tried, "just a thought."

Blaine jumped off of his stool, "Oh god! I should probably send him flowers!"

"Blaine I don't know..." Santana started, but stopped, "You know what…do whatever you want."

"I can't believe I didn't think of this! He deserves flowers from someone who cares about him!" Blaine was frantically searching throughout the kitchen and dining room for his laptop.

Haley just watched Santana and Blaine dance around each other, a small smile on her face. "Can I send Dad a flower bouquet too?"

Blaine froze, remembering that Haley was in the room, "Of course you can sweetie. Let me just find my laptop…"

"You left it on the sofa!" Santana was carrying the open laptop into the kitchen, "Also, why were you Google searching Kurt Hummel?"

Blaine flushed and snatched the computer, "No reason." Blaine sat back at the island and pulled Haley into his lap, "Should we each send on or just one from both of us?"

Santana bit her lip, debating whether she wanted to barge into the conversation. "I think you should send two," she finally supplied.

Blaine nodded, "Hales, how about you pick first and then maybe you and I can go get a haircut?"

"Someone wants to look nice for tonight," Santana commented, grabbing her purse, "I'm going to get my nails done. I'll see you two lovely people later."

Blaine nodded and turned to Haley, "What kind of flowers do you want to send?"

"Sunflowers!" Haley giggled, her eyes lighting up at the bouquets on the screen.

Blaine laughed but searched for the flowers. To Haley's dismay, only two bouquets came up on the screen. "This one is pretty," Blaine pointed to a 14-flower bouquet that was simple but he knew Kurt would love a stick in the mud that came from Haley.

She nodded, "Do you think he'll like it?"

"I think he'll love it," Blaine said honestly. "What do you want the card to say?"

Haley thought for a moment, a finger going to her lips, "How about: I love you, Dad."

Blaine felt his breath catch but nodded, "If that's what you want. I'll add a 'From Haley' to it?"

She nodded then jumped down off his knee, "Hurry up, Daddy! I have to have at least three hours to get ready for tonight," her hands were on her hips as she looked up at him.

Blaine ruffled her hair and gently pushed her toward the stairs, "Go beauty queen."

Blaine stared at the pages and pages of flowers, his heart racing. He had never been good at picking out flowers. Didn't they have meanings? Didn't the colors have meaning? The shape? The number of petals?

Blaine pulled out a legal pad and went searching on the internet. He had to find the perfect flowers, because even if Kurt didn't know what he was saying, Blaine knew.

Blaine had to express how he was feeling in some way.

"Haley! We're going to stop at the florist on the way to the salon!" Blaine yelled up the stairs, hand quickly jotting down different types of flowers he wanted to add to the bouquet.

The only thing he wanted to stay away from was red roses – even if they were applicable. Maybe.

Before he knew it, the list became longer than he thought. He hoped the florist could work all of the flowers together in such a short time.

Ambrosia

Arbutus

Pink Camellias

Red Camellias

Red Carnations

Daffodils

Forget Me Nots

Forsythia

Purple Hyacinth

Jonquil

Lily of the Valley

Orchid

Peony

Primrose

Tulips

Zinnia

He would get this perfect, even if the bouquet took up the entire building.

Blaine ran quickly up the stairs, taking them two by two. He suddenly had a lot more to do in his day than he had originally intended.

He threw on a pair of loose jeans, a white button down, and grabbed his flip flops, not caring what he looked like for the time being. "Haley, are you ready?"

Haley walked out of her room in denim capris, a white t-shirt, and white flip flops. They both just stared at each other and burst out laughing. "We look alike!" Haley laughed, slipping her hand into Blaine's as they hustled down the stairs together.

Blaine just grinned. He knew these days would be over soon, so he wanted to soak them up as much as he could.

"Top down?" Blaine asked, jumping swiftly into his car.

"Yes!" Haley strapped herself into the front seat, moving it forward.

The two drove into the nearby city, their hair flying behind them as they sang loudly. Blaine may have been having a battle inside, but he wanted Haley to believe he was fine.

Their first stop in the city was the florist. Blaine jogged inside, Haley coming quickly behind him, "I need a bouquet! A big bouquet! It needs to have all of these flowers!" Blaine thrust the list into the man's hands, "Please help me!"

The man looked at the list, his eyes wide, "Dude, this is going to cost a lot of money."

"I don't care."

The man smiled, "Okay, who is the bouquet for and what do you want your bouquet to say?"

Blaine looked down at Haley before turning back to the man, "It's for my ex-husband who I just talked to again for the first time in ten years and I told him I didn't really want to be with him but I don't really know what I want...and I want it to say that I'm sorry and I forgive him and I hope he forgives me for being the biggest ass in the entire world and I want him to at least be in my life in some capacity."

The man held up a hand, "Sir…that's a lot to say with flowers."

"That's your job, isn't it?"

The man nodded, "We're going to have to go into the stock room…"

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Kurt woke up the next morning with eyes that were swollen shut. He sighed and quickly warmed up a washcloth, pressing it to his face and trying to ease them open. He looked around his hotel room and leaned his head back against the wall. Everything was such a mess. An empty ice cream container sat on his nightstand and his clothes were just strewn about the room.

He really hadn't thought Blaine would be as mad as he was. He thought Blaine would find it silly, funny, or even cute. Blaine had always liked to play games.

Blaine was the one who decided painting each other instead of the walls was a good idea.

Blaine was the one who went streaking through the snow in a pair of rain boots and a Speedo.

But now was not the time to sit and sulk. Regardless of what happened, Kurt still had a job to do and a daughter to support.

Kurt quickly showered and put on his best suit for the day. No matter that there were still literally hours until the show; there would be cameras and reporters backstage, so he had to look his best.

It was around ten when he finally woke up his father, Natalie, and Brittany. All of their outfits were wheeled in on mannequins. Just like Kurt, they would be on display as well.

Burt put a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded, "The show must go on, right?"

Burt looked down, "I went to see him last night. I told him about Sebastian."

Kurt gaped at Burt, "Why? Dad…."

"He still loves you," Burt said wisely, "he still loves you just as much as, if not more than, he did ten years ago. I know, I can see it."

Kurt breathed in a shuddering breath, "Dad, right now I have to pay attention to my job."

Burt nodded and took a deep breath, "Kurt...isn't that what got you here in the first place?"

"Yes, Dad, yes it is. But I'm tired of being the bad guy in this situation. Blaine gets to play the grown up card? Well so do I." Kurt was seeing red; he couldn't believe that people were still blaming everything on him.

He wasn't the one who had given up the first time.

"I'm going to go into work. I'll have a car come get you all later. Brittany knows what to do with Natalie's hair." Kurt hated burying himself in his work, but sometimes he had to do it.

Kurt crept into Brittany and Natalie's room on his way out. He walked over to her bed and gently brushed the stray curls off of Natalie's face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Good morning, princess."

"Morning, Daddy," she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes a little. She quickly sat up however, "Oh my god! I get to see Haley today!"

Kurt laughed a little, hoping his daughter was right. He hated that they might have to be spread apart again because Blaine insisted on being negative about everything. "I'm pretty sure you will!" Kurt wanted to do something for Blaine at least. He made a quick mental note to move around the seats at his show.

Blaine deserved to be with both girls at once; it was the least Kurt could do.

Kurt rushed around trying to make sure everything was ready when Burt walked into the kitchen again, "Hey kid…I was just wondering, are we really leaving tomorrow or are we staying here, we gotta let the hotel know."

Kurt's heart stopped. It had all been part of his plan – making sure he and Blaine were back together by the time the show was over, then realizing he only booked the hotel for so long, then getting invited to Blaine's house to stay.

Everything was backfiring.

"We're leaving," Kurt said before grabbing his keys and slipping out of the room. He needed to get to work, he needed to make something of himself, and he needed to forget.

Kurt paced back and forth through the hall once he arrived at the venue. He was nervous, and alone, and he just wanted someone to be able to bounce his problems off of.

But he couldn't let that distract him. He took a deep breath and walked back into his own dressing room and his eyes widened when he saw his vanity. A huge bouquet of sunflowers first caught his eye. He reached over and picked up the card:

I love you, Dad! –Haley

Kurt bit his lip hard and ran his fingers gently over the petals. He moved to the next bouquet, a group of very bright purple hyacinth wrapped in a pink ribbon and in a short vase. He grinned at them as well.

I was told these mean I'm sorry. I am. – Blaine

Kurt couldn't help the water smile that formed on his lips. He moved to the next bouquet, his heart considerably lighter .This bouquet was different. The vase was tall and stained a dark green. Tall, bright yellow forsythia stuck out the top. They weren't quite at full bloom yet but they still smelled strongly. Curious, Kurt looked at the card.

I cannot wait to see your work. – Blaine

Kurt let out a little giggle, glancing at the flowers next to them. Were they all from Blaine? Kurt continued down the line.

Small blue forget-me-nots sitting in a short vase of water with a blue ribbon: I can't help but think about all those nights you sat with Band-Aids on your fingers because you poked them repeatedly. Look where it got you! –Blaine

Purple and white speckled orchids in a square vase with rocks: If what you sent me this morning is any indication, your line is going to be nothing short of stunning. –Blaine

Simple, purple peonies with sprigs of baby's breath: I cannot wait to be there to support you today. Did I mention that I'm sorry? –Blaine

A huge bouquet of variegated tulips that were already open and lush. I hope we can talk after the show. I will wait all night. –Blaine

Kurt couldn't get a deep breath at he read over the cards. He didn't know what Blaine was doing, but Kurt had hope that maybe they could at least be civil with each other. He wanted so much to at least have a relationship with the man who had once saved him.

He picked up the final bouquet, a mixture of zinnias, and placed it on the only open surface left in his room. Kurt needed to pull it together at least for now. He needed to not think about the meanings and the intentions behind the flowers.

Kurt fit a few models that morning, trying to adjust their pants and shirts for weight gain, weight loss, and apparent shrinkage. He was exhausted and he still had to fit Sebastian Smythe in his ending piece.

The last thing Kurt wanted to do was fit Sebastian in clothes with flowers from his boyfriend throughout Kurt's dressing room.

Sebastian walked in, his eyes rimmed in red and bloodshot. Kurt wanted to act like a bitch, but instead put on a caring face. "Are you okay, Sebastian?"

The man grabbed coffee but shook his head, "No. My boyfriend dumped me last night."

Kurt slipped and accidentally poked himself with a pin, "Which one? The one you live with or the other one?" Kurt couldn't help his slip, now was not the time to play coy – he needed to know.

"The other one," Sebastian said as he started to strip down.

"Well, he had to find out you were cheating…" Kurt said quietly, feeling guilty. Sebastian actually seemed distraught about the turn of events.

"Yeah, but I was going to move out of my current house and break up with my boyfriend," Sebastian said quietly. "But it doesn't matter."

Kurt put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, "You'll find someone else," Kurt knew those words wouldn't really help him, but he felt he needed to say them.

Sebastian shrugged, "I'll be fine. I always am. He wasn't that into me anyway. He's still hung up on his ex husband."

Kurt started working on Sebastian's tailoring, "Oh really?" He tried to feign interest, but in reality he wanted to shake the man down and ask him a hundred questions.

"Yeah, at one point I was snooping around his closet and he has like…totes and totes filled with some of his old stuff. I looked through it to see if I really had competition…" Sebastian stopped and looked down at Kurt with wide eyes, "Oh my god."

Kurt took a step back and looked at Sebastian, "Now…don't freak out. Please, don't freak out."

Sebastian was breathing deeply and looked confused, "Wait…so you dated Blaine. You married Blaine…but you wouldn't sleep with me?"

That was the moment Kurt stopped feeling bad for Sebastian. "Is that really what you are worried about? I thought you honestly had feelings for Blaine?"

"I do," Sebastian stepped away from the working station, "but I just…I'm better looking than he is."

"That is a personal opinion."

Sebastian was still thinking, Kurt could practically see his mind working. "You still have feelings for him too, don't you?"

Kurt didn't know if he really wanted to spread his personal feelings around to everyone. "He and I are barely on speaking terms right now."

"The flowers are from him, aren't they," Sebastian motioned over to the open room with his chin.

Kurt nodded.

Sebastian closed his eyes and thought, "Blaine deserves someone who is going to treat him well. I couldn't do that, and from what he told me about you, the two of you were perfect together. I didn't know it was you to be honest, but still."

"I thought you were a jerk," Kurt said jokingly, going back to arranging Sebastian's outfit. The hours were passing quickly and he barely had any time before show time.

"I can be," Sebastian said honestly, "but Blaine actually did mean something to me."

Kurt nodded; Blaine had no idea what kind of effect he had on people, how easily he could hurt someone.

Kurt wanted more than anything to tell Sebastian that he was sorry, but Kurt wasn't. He didn't know where he stood with Blaine, but he knew where he wanted to get, and that involved Sebastian being out of the picture.

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Blaine was nervous. He looked down at himself and felt like an idiot. There was no way he could pull off this outfit. Kurt obviously wasn't as good as Blaine had previously thought.

"Daddy, you look very handsome," Haley said as they walked into the venue. There were cameras taking pictures of more famous people coming in, skipping right over Blaine thank goodness.

Blaine looked down at his jacket. It looked like a pea coat, but it was really his suit jacket. The material was shiny and the buttons were huge. Kurt had sent a white vest with faint gray pinstripes and a black tie. The pants were more fitted that Blaine usually wore today, looking more like something he would have worn in high school.

Santana had styled his hair into a nice combination of dapper and curls.

"You look gorgeous as well honey," Blaine looked down at Haley's outfit, another Kurt creation. Blaine thought that Kurt could expand into children's clothes if this was an indication. Against Blaine's wishes, Santana helped Haley iron her hair flat, and she looked so much more grown up.

Haley ran her hands over the purple dress with hot pink tulle. Kurt had kept the dress simple, mature, but still appropriate.

In the future, Kurt could take the girls shopping for their clothes.

Blaine wanted to smack himself; he needed to stop thinking about being domestic with Kurt.

Santana was trailing behind them. Apparently Kurt had invited her before, and Blaine wasn't going to say no because he needed Santana to keep him calm. She wore another Kurt creation, a tighter black dress with ruffles on the bodice. Santana had spent over an hour on her own hair.

"Dressing up for someone?" Blaine had asked.

"Shut up," she said, though Blaine didn't miss the blush on her cheeks. "Bringing those flowers to impress someone?"

Blaine played with the flowers in his hand. He wasn't sure they were a good idea, but in his heart he knew he wanted to do it, so that was all that mattered.

Blaine heard what was happening before he realized what was going on.

"NATALIE!" Haley had shrieked and ran across the entrance of the venue. Blaine hastened to keep up with her, trying not to let her out of his sight.

Blaine saw Haley hugging a girl of similar height, curly black hair, and a blue and green dress that was identical to Haley's.

Blaine's heart beat in overdrive as he realized he was seeing his daughters together for the first time. He quickly pulled a tissue out of his pocket and dabbed at his eyes.

Haley dragged Natalie over by her hand, "Daddy…this is Natalie."

Blaine knelt down, forgetting about his expensive suit and just looked at them together. This was a dream he'd been having for ten years, and he wasn't sure what to do.

"Can I have a hug?" he eventually asked, his voice breaking.

Natalie nodded shyly but practically ran into his arms, interlacing her hands around his neck.

Blaine didn't want to let her go, but opened up his other arm for Haley to fall in. Having both of his daughters in his arms was a feeling he'd never had before, though it still felt like something was missing. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he stood and just looked at them. It was awkward, but he had no idea what to even say.

Haley grabbed Blaine's hand, sensing the tension, "Come on, let's go get our seats! The show starts in fifteen minutes!"

Blaine saw Burt walking over and reached out his other hand to shake Burt's hand. Burt was sweating a little. "Nervous?" Blaine joked as he put his hand down. He felt something grab it, and looked down to see Natalie holding his hand as well.

Burt didn't miss the action either. He laughed, "You have no idea. I think he's probably either stress eating back there or pacing a hole in the floor."

Blaine laughed and felt more at ease knowing Kurt never changed.

"Let's go in then," he said to the group, "Come on Santana," Blaine turned to see Santana talking to a blonde girl wearing a tight purple knee length dress and sky high black heels.

Burt saw the question on Blaine's face, "That's Kurt's Santana, Brittany."

"Oh," Blaine said simply. "Santana and Brittany?"

The girls jumped and looked at Blaine with easy smiles.

"We're going in."

They motioned the group away as they continued talking.

The seats they had were fantastic, and Blaine couldn't help but feel his own nerves for Kurt. Burt sat first, then Natalie, then Blaine, then Haley, then Santana and Brittany. Blaine loved having both girls surrounding him, but he was hoping Santana would have been next to him to keep him calm.

Blaine listened to both Haley and Natalie banter around him, learning a lot about them both in the process.

The lights when down, and Blaine, once again, had two small hands in his as the music started.

Blaine's breath caught as Kurt walked out onto the runway and stopped right in front of them, looking taller than usually and flawless.

"Welcome to the show," Kurt said quietly, the entire room enraptured with every word. "Our lives are composed of memories, tiny memoirs that shape the course of our lives. We had moments of intense happiness and spells of severe depression. My life has been filled with instances of both," Kurt glanced down at his daughters, his father, and Blaine, "tonight's show will highlight those exact moments, the happiest and the saddest and the courage to move forward that has highlighted my life. I hope you enjoy my little trip down memory lane." Kurt took a bow and blew a kiss down to his family before skipping off of the runway.

The music got louder, and Blaine could hear his own heartbeat. This was it, the biggest show of Kurt's life.

The first model came out wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a nearly knee length black and white hound's-tooth sweater. Burt laughed a little next to him, and Blaine figured that was before his time.

The next model came down the runway wearing a navy blazer with sequins on it, but Blaine knew exactly what this was for, he could practically feel Burt's eyes on him.

Blaine kept recognizing life events. When the model came out in a tartan kilt held together with safety pins, Blaine laughed out loud as well. It was like watching Kurt grow up again.

There was a shift when two men walked out onto the catwalk together. Santana drew a breath in audibly as did Burt. It took Blaine a few seconds to realize that this was meant to be their wedding.

A few more models passed, representing the birth of Natalie and Haley, Kurt's first real job, and the downward spiral of the relationship.

The next model made Blaine want to cry. He was wearing pants similar to those that the model representing Kurt at the wedding wore, but his black sweater was torn and trailing behind him on the runway. The model wore no shoes and wasn't styled like any of the other models.

It was after that when Blaine realized he didn't recognize any of the following life events. He had no idea what was going on in Kurt's life.

There was a pause and then the second to last model walked out. He was in all white and a stark contrast to the rest of the models.

Blaine understood, he represented the hope Kurt had to resume whatever they had.

It was until Sebastian turned the corner as the final model that Blaine even remembered he would be there. Sebastian wore a huge two toned coat with layers and layers beneath it. He carried a piece of luggage with him.

Blaine couldn't understand. He looked to Burt who just shrugged.

When Sebastian returned, almost instantaneously the rest of the models came out clapping, and everyone stood up, whistling and screaming as Kurt walked down the runway again.

Blaine grabbed the red-tipped yellow roses and handed them up to Kurt as he walked by. Kurt took them and grinned down at Blaine before continuing back down the runway.

It was a start.