"I had a really great time," Kurt smiled at the man in front of him, slowly closing the door to his apartment. "We really should do it again sometime."

"I had a nice time too, Kurt. Do you think we could continue our night?" the man's smile was bright as he took a step forward, his hand falling on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt paused for a moment, looking at the truly beautiful man in front of him, "I'm sorry. I have an early call tomorrow morning and I am not quite sure I should. Perhaps next time, James." With that, Kurt shut the door and latched it before James was out of walking distance.

That was a nightmare.

Glancing around his apartment to double check that everything was in its proper place, Kurt closed all of the drapes around his living room and quickly walked back to his bedroom.

On his was, he glanced into Natalie's room and a sharp pain hit his chest. He missed his girl more than he could even explain to anyone. Her room was perfectly clean, devoid of the clothes sometimes scattered on the chair. The Piglet stuffed animal they got on a trip to Disneyworld a few years was not on the bed; Kurt knew it was probably stuffed in the very bottom of her trunk where only she could see it.

Walking into the room, Kurt sat down on the bed and looked around. He could not help but succumb to the huge feelings of loss that surrounded him. He always felt this way after a date with anyone, whether it was technically good or bad.

He had his chance at happiness, at normalcy, and he had given it up.

Natalie was the most perfect daughter he ever could have asked for: she was beautiful, smart, driven, and talented tremendously.

She also looked and acted so much like Blaine at times that it hurt him even to in the same room as she was. It wasn't the big things, but the little things that reminded Kurt on a daily basis who her biological father was – it was the dancing on her bed, her sometimes hilarious taste in fashion, and he complete awe of the world that made her Blaine's daughter, no matter what.

She was everything Kurt missed about his ex-husband.

Kurt slowly got up and walked toward his bedroom, completely alone in the large penthouse. He had given Brittany the month off so she could go on some sort of mission trip through Haiti, and he suddenly wished she would be home.

Just two more days, he reminded himself.

Kurt pulled on an old pair of blue and green tartan pajama pants and rooted through his drawer to find his own personal form of torture.

The blue Dalton hoodie.

Kurt knew it was pathetic that he still had this hoodie, that he still wore it. But it was the one thing he was able to steal from Blaine. What was even more pathetic, however, was the bottle of cologne stashed under it.

Tonight felt like a three-squirt night so Kurt doused the material and slipped the hoodie over his head. It now fit more to Kurt's body than it ever had Blaine's, but Kurt still pretended that it was just like high school or just like college.

At one point his entire loungewear collection was based entirely off of this one blue hoodie. He wondered if Blaine even knew he designed clothing and if he had, did he understand the reference? Did he realize that he hadn't seen the hoodie for eleven years and that it currently resided in one of the priciest penthouses in New York City?

Probably not.

Another one of Kurt's favorite forms of torture was to imagine what Blaine's life was like at the present moment.

Was he happy? Was he single? Was he a good dad? What was Haley like?

He missed Haley, he missed her smile, her freckles, her hair, her eyes, and he missed his daughter – even if he really did not know who she was today.

Kurt settled onto the couch with a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, his mind going a thousand places as he cuddled into the hoodie. He could not stop thinking about how pathetic he was. Blaine had probably gotten over him years ago, and here Kurt was, still pining after the relationship he messed up.

Kurt was about to stick another spoonful in his mouth when the vibration of his cell phone nearly caused him to drop the spoon and cover the sacred hoodie.

He glanced at the phone and panicked when Rachel's name appeared on the display.

"Hello?" he answered quickly, the ice cream forgotten.

"Kurt, are you busy?" Rachel's voice was timid but calm, so Kurt knew nothing could be that bad.

"I was just um…cutting some patterns out," Kurt finished lamely, "so no."

"You have to come get Natalie," Rachel said bluntly, "she's been getting into fights with some of the campers here and even though I'm sure they weren't her fault…"

Kurt sighed and put his head in his hands. He had a trip to California next week and he really did not want to have to bring Natalie out there.

He knew she would not remember the place, but he still had some fear.

"Why was she fighting?" Kurt knew Rachel would understand that it would be difficult. Perhaps they could remove the girls she was fighting with and then everything would be okay.

"There were many reasons," Rachel sighed, "Kurt, I can't let her stay here. We have a reputation…"

Kurt felt his world crumble again, because he knew why this was happening. He scheduled out time with Natalie every single day, but it was difficult to spend all of his time with her. He could not help but feel he was failing as a parent. "Okay, I really can't be there tomorrow. Can I come on Sunday?" It felt like failing even not going the next day.

"That's perfect. She is in the isolation cabin right now, so you can go right there. We'll have some of the boys bring her trunk up." Rachel was quiet for a moment, "I'm really sorry Kurt."

"Rachel, it's my fault, not yours. I'll see you Sunday?"

"See you then, Kurt."

Kurt grabbed the half-melted ice cream and sat back, shoveling it in even more quickly.

Present Day Blaine

Blaine leaned against the lounge, a glass of wine in his hand, and stared off at the sunset. "This is life," he murmured.

"You can't fool me," Santana said as she grabbed a handful of chocolate covered espresso beans from the table, "you miss Haley like crazy."

Blaine stretched his hands over his head, "I do."

Santana glanced down at the man and an immense sadness filled her. She'd been working for Blaine for over twelve years and now thought of him as her best friend. She even lived in a house on his land.

"Blaine…when are you going to tell Haley?"

Blaine lowered his sunglasses, "About?"

Santana thought for a moment, but decided to follow through with the tough question, "About Kurt. About Natalie."

A flash of pain passed over Blaine's eyes when she said both of their names. Santana knew all about the shoebox filled with pictures of Natalie that Blaine had stuffed in the very back of his closet where she only went about once a year to clean.

Blaine's legs immediately curled to his chest and he placed his head on his knees. He looked so much younger than he was like that, he looked vulnerable. "I don't know. I'm terrified she'll hate me when I tell her."

"She might," Santana said softly, "but she will realize how lucky she was to come out of this with you, Blaine. She's an amazing little girl, but only because you were the best dad imaginable."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, "I just…I want her to know. I always thought she would ask about who her biological mother was, but when she found out I was gay and asked if she ever had another daddy…."

Santana remembered that day like it happened only a week ago. Blaine had been a wreck after lying to Haley and telling her that it was just Blaine.

Not that Kurt had ever been around.

"Do you think she'll try to find him?" Santana asked, rubbing her hand down Blaine's back.

"I hope so," Blaine admitted, "because he deserves to know her."

Santana looked at Blaine with sympathy, "and because you hope Natalie will eventually find you?"

"That too," Blaine said simply. He shook his head quickly, "Stop that. Now is not the time for sadness."

"Do you want dinner?"

"No, I can make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Blaine rubbed his stomach, "why not add to the pouch."

"What pouch?" Santana glared at Blaine's flat stomach. "I need to feed you more if anything."

"There is a huge pouch there," Blaine pushed at the fleshy big below his belly button.

Santana rolled her eyes, "That stupid model you're dating is doing crazy things to your head!"

"Sh!" Blaine held his finger to his mouth.

"Blaine, she isn't here, she won't hear that her father has a boyfriend," Santana grimaced, "if that is what you want to call him."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, "I'm not sure what I want to call him really."

"You are breaking up with him?" Santana's smile told him her opinion on the topic. She had always hated him.

"I don't know," Blaine shrugged, "it doesn't feel right."

Santana immediately felt her happy mood shift, "Just like Jeremiah didn't feel right. Just like John didn't feel right. Just like Max didn't feel right. Just like…"

"Okay, I get it," Blaine laughed, "I'm picky."

"I don't think that's it," Santana mumbled quietly.

"Then what is it?" Blaine sat up with his eyebrows raised. "Tell me, oh wise one."

"You are looking for someone you already found," she said simply.

"Who?"

"The man you have a huge tote filled with pictures, notes, and clothes dedicated to," she raised her eyebrows, "yeah, I found your stash. Years ago."

"Well," Blaine stuttered, "What was I supposed to do with that stuff?"

"Burn it. Turn it into Voodoo dolls. Rip it to shreds with your teeth and then send it to him. Use it as your profile picture on porn websites…" Santana smiled wickedly, "the possibilities are endless."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to do that."

Santana was about to answer when the phone rang.

Blaine grabbed the phone, "Anderson Coffee Company, Blaine speaking?"

"Hi Blaine, this is Rachel Berry, head counselor of your daughter's summer camp," a sweet voice rang through the phone.

"Oh god!" Blaine sat up, "Is she okay? Is something wrong?"

"Well, your daughter has been having a little trouble getting along with the other campers I'm afraid. She got into a physical altercation with a camper yesterday and several yelling matches with the same camper. We've decided that for the wellbeing of our staff and campers that your daughter be moved to the isolation cabin until you can come get her. We request you do this as soon as possible."

Blaine was standing and moving toward the house, mentally packing his bag. "Yeah, I can be there by Sunday morning."

Blaine wasn't mad at Haley. He knew if his passive daughter got into a fight, there was a distinct reason, and she was defending her honor or herself.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Anderson," Rachel said formally, "I hope you understand the circumstances."

"I do," Blaine ran a hand through his hair, "Tell her I love her and I'm not mad, okay?"

"Will do! Thank you sir."

Blaine threw the phone at the sofa and jumped onto his computer, trying to find the first flight out of California.

"What's up?" Santana sidled next to him, leaning on his back.

"Haley got kicked out of camp," Blaine said far too happily, "So I have to go get her now."

Santana laughed at Blaine's reaction, Haley truly could never do wrong in his eyes. "You know, that Warbler get together is next week. You could just stay there…"

"Why would I go to that?" Blaine's eyes were full of fear. "I don't..."

"Want to see your best friends? Blaine, Kurt won't be there," Santana laughed, "he'd have to take a day or two off of work."

Blaine sighed again, "Fine. But if he is there, I'm going to kill you."

Santana rubbed his shoulders, "Come on, I'll help you pack."

Haley and Natalie

Natalie paced back and forth in front of Haley, rubbing her hands together quickly. "This needs to be perfect. We cannot mess up. Our dads are smart and will definitely pick up on even the smallest mistake. We are identical, so that won't be an issue."

"You're paler than I am," Haley said with panic, "and I can't just lose my tan!"

"So you'll tell dad that you were outside a lot, he'll be mad, but he'll just make you use a lot of lotion. I'll tell d-dad," she paused on the word, "that I was inside a lot and lost the tan."

Haley nodded, "What else? We wear about the same size. Our hair is the same length. We'll just switch clothing."

Natalie nodded, "Oh!" her hands flew to her ears, "Here, my dad just bought me these. Make sure you don't lose them."

Haley's hands flew to her ears as well, "Same here!"

"Tiffany?" Natalie asked, looking at the silver balls.

Haley giggled a little, "Why did our dads break up? They were perfect."

Natalie frowned, "H-Haley, my ears aren't pierced."

Haley shrugged, "We'll pierce them then."

"NO!"

Haley fell back onto the bed, "Then I guess we can't switch places and you'll never get to meet dad…"

Natalie stamped her foot, "No. I will. Just…how?"

"Well, you have a needle from that ridiculous sewing kit, right?" Haley raised an eyebrow, "I have ice. We'll just have to put something behind your ear…"

"I have an apple from lunch," Natalie held up the misshapen, bruised apple.

"Perfect! Go to my piercing salon," Haley motioned to the beat up stool.

Natalie was shaking when Haley placed the ice on her ears, "Okay, I can't promise this isn't going to hurt a little…"

"Just do it," Natalie said through gritted teeth, "I want to meet my other dad."

"Okay, okay," Haley held the ice for a few more seconds, and then positioned the apple and pushed the needle through Natalie's ear quickly.

"OH MY GOD," Natalie shrieked, "Ow. Ow. Ow."

"Calm down, I'm going to get blood on you if you don't stop moving," Haley quickly pushed the earrings into Natalie's ears.

"If you get blood on my shirt, I swear to god," Natalie was wringing her hands in her lap.

"I won't!" Haley moved to the other side frantically, "Just hold still."

It took several more minutes of crying, yelling, and shrieking, but eventually Natalie had two (somewhat crookedly) pierced ears.

"Knock knock!" Rachel Berry walked into the cabin. "How are you girls doing?" She surveyed Natalie's tear streaked face.

Haley quickly threw her hair into a ponytail, trying to reduce the resemblance between herself and Natalie. "Fine!" she squeaked.

"It doesn't look like fine. Natalie, do you want me to bring you to my cabin…"

"No," Natalie shook her head quickly, "I just…I really missed my dad and Haley was talking to me about it."

Rachel's face showed her surprise, "Oh. Well, you won't have to miss him much longer. Both of your fathers are coming tomorrow."

"What?" Natalie's face showed shock, "both of your fathers?"

"Her father is coming in the afternoon because of his flight from California, but yours should be here tomorrow morning." Rachel kept glancing over at Haley who was attempting to burrow herself into the bed. "Is that okay?"

"Perfect!" Haley squeaked.

"Well, because you are both getting along now, maybe we'll consider letting you back next year. I'm going to say goodbye now because Puck will be around tomorrow."

Rachel bent and hugged both girls awkwardly and then left with the promise of sending them both pictures of the final shows.

"Oh my god we have so much work to do!" Natalie stood and started looking through her bag, "We are going to have to straighten your hair with my iron. Dad will probably take you to a salon right away anyway, but just so we look different again. You have to learn about Brittany and grandpa…and everyone. Oh my god, we cannot do this!"

"Calm down, yes we can!" Haley suddenly got overwhelmingly happy, "We are going to meet our dads, our other dads soon!"

"Do you think they will be able to tell?"

Haley shrugged, "My dad doesn't even know I know."

"Same," Natalie smiled, "I think this is the first bad thing I've ever done."

"This is going to be perfect." Haley reached out and hugged Natalie tightly, she couldn't believe that the girl would be gone from her life soon, but she knew it wouldn't be for long.