Haley lounged on the bed, feeling the silky bedspread beneath her fingers. It was only 7:30AM and she had no idea what to do with herself.

She had been in New York City with her father for a week and she still was not adjusted to the lifestyle. The constant beeping from the cars outside woke her up constantly, and it surprised her that the beeping never stopped.

Her father was constantly running out of the apartment, so she was trying to form a relationship with Brittany who had just returned the day before.

Brittany did not show up for work until 9AM though, so she was pretty much stuck with her grandfather.

Whom she was wary around, because he was always looking at her oddly.

Haley slipped out of bed and put her slippers on. She had made the mistake to forget them the first day, and thought her father was going to have a panic attack.

Apparently, he always trailed pins into the house, so shoes were always necessary.

Haley trailed her hands over the closet full of clothes she would never wear. Natalie had warned her not to get stains on anything, so Haley stuck with just a few pieces from the wardrobe.

A brisk knock sounded at the door and Haley jumped, "yes?" she shrieked, trying to grab her robe and make herself look presentable.

Kurt walked into the room, and Haley was immediately taken aback by his style again. Her dad always wore jeans and sweaters at home – which she thought was stylish. He put on a suit occasionally, but Kurt always seemed to be dressed at his best.

Today he wore a tan suit that was tailored perfectly. Beneath it he wore a pale blue and white striped shirt that was pressed and a perfectly knotted purple tie with a pocket square to match.

The illusion of him being the most beautiful man Haley had ever see was not broken, though he was now a bit more human to her.

"Good morning, princess," Kurt leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I have to go into work and your grandfather is having a bit of a lay in. So you are coming with me." He grinned and ran a hand through her clothes, "If I may?"

Haley could not help the giggle that came out and motioned to the closet, "Go for it!"

Kurt gave her a bemused smile before systematically picking out her outfit for the day. It was definitely different from the jeans and t-shirts she was used to.

She dressed as Kurt threw clothes over his shoulders. She eyed the clothes skeptically, however. "Dad…you do realize it is summer?"

Kurt laughed as he threw a pair of leggings at her, "I do. Nevertheless, the store is cold so the models do not sweat. Can you imagine the sweat stains? Pitters are not good. Just put it on. You can take the cardigan off when we are outside."

Haley quickly pulled the leopard print leggings on, despite her hesitations. The black sundress was nice, and fit her perfectly – Haley assumed it was a custom creation. The black cardigan was folded on the bed. There was just one more thing she was worried about – the shoes.

Whenever Kurt picked the clothes, he always picked the most uncomfortable shoes. Haley much preferred her Converse or the flip-flops that she frequented during the summer.

Or barefoot, which she missed more than anything.

"It might be too hot for these...but they will look so much better," Kurt mused as he held up a pair of black boots with a slight heel.

Haley swallowed; there was no way she could walk in those. The heels were over an inch!

"Can you handle it?" Kurt asked with a knowing smile.

Apparently, Natalie could.

"Sure can! I could live in those boots!" She pulled them on and zipped them with confidence. Who made shoes like this for kids anyway?

Kurt stood, "Good! Come on, let's get this hair done and then we're off for a fun filled day. Maybe Stephanie could use some help."

"Stephanie?" Haley asked.

Kurt stilled, "My other assistant? Are you feeling okay honey?" He immediately put a hand to her forehead. "You don't feel warm. But I'm sure your grandfather wouldn't mind waking up and taking care of you…"

"I'm up!" a voice called as he walked down the hallway.

"No!" Haley squeaked, "I'll come! I just…forgot."

Kurt shook his head, "I'm telling you, I think you got too much clean air at that camp. Next year you are going to a proper city camp."

Haley faked a laugh.

Kurt finally decided her hair was decent and pushed her gently, "Go ask your grandfather to whip you up some breakfast. I'm going to go check my email before we head into work, that way it won't be so boring for you to be there."

Haley nodded and tottered off, slowly, in the direction of the kitchen.

"Morning," Burt said through a mouthful of waffle, "Waffle and chocolate milk?"

Haley laughed and shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever."

Burt stared at her for a few seconds, "No whole wheat toast? No blueberries? No water? Man, that camp really did change you. You're like a real kid now!"

Haley stared at her grandfather. No wonder he kept staring at her, she kept messing up in front of him. How was she supposed to know that Natalie ate absolutely nothing? It all started a few days before when she actually ordered popcorn at the movies.

Apparently, her father disapproved of butter or anything with a real taste.

Kurt briskly walked into the kitchen, "Natalie, can we just pick something up? A crisis has emerged and Sebastian Smythe needs me there as soon as possible. Apparently the coat that I let him wear to a benefit the other night has tear marks in it."

"Tear marks?" Burt raised an eyebrow, "did he get into a catfight?"

"Apparently."

Haley was terrified of the look on her father's face. She had never seen him look so angry, and even though she only knew him for a week, it was still frightening.

"It's fine," Haley stammered, "I'm not even hungry."

Kurt looked at her for a minute, "You have to eat. Grab some of the emergency pop tarts."

"Emergency Pop Tarts?" Haley looked around the kitchen and went toward the pantry. She had no idea what she was even supposed to be looking for, let alone where to find it.

What did emergency Pop Tarts look like?

Sure enough, on the bottom shelf sat a box of Pop Tarts so she picked the silver package out and stared at it.

She'd never had anything like it before.

It was delicious.

"These are really good!" Haley bounced over to Kurt, a huge smile on her face. Usually Santana would make her omelets, pancakes, or fruit for breakfast.

Her father hated anything packaged that wasn't a cupcake.

Kurt smiled down at her, "You like them again? You went through a phase where you thought they were poisoning your body."

Haley shrugged, "Camp," she explained. That was now her favorite go to explanation because it wasn't technically a lie.

Kurt just laughed and hugged Burt quickly, "We're off to work. I'll come get you later and we can do a lunch together?"

Burt nodded and collected Haley in his arms, "Have a good day Nat Cat."

Haley squeezed her grandfather closer, trying to pretend that it was really her he was talking to. One of the best things for Haley was that Natalie actually had a grandfather who cared about her and wanted to be around her.

Haley had only seen her biological grandfather maybe five times in her life, but his presence was always there through a card at Christmas, Easter, and her birthday.

"Love you, grandpa," she said absentmindedly.

"Love you too," Burt whispered, stroking her hair a few times before letting her go. "You better get a move on, I think your father might make some people cry today."

Haley giggled, "I can only hope!"

"Report back."

Haley ran down the hallway to catch Kurt who was already standing with his bag at the elevator. "Natalie, you can't get in Mr. Smythe's way, okay? He's a very busy man and he's probably irritated that he has to be here."

Haley nodded and had to nearly jog to keep up with Kurt once they stepped out of the elevator.

Kurt's storefront was only half a block away from their house, so the walk in the sunshine was short lived. Haley was not used to the smog and hustle of the city. She felt out of place and somewhat sick just breathing in the air.

Following Kurt through the crowds, she couldn't help but miss her own father and they way he would walk beside her instead of pulling her along. She missed the clean air and the lazy way her father wouldn't have to work every single day. She missed the picnics and the camping. She missed the fresh fruit and the homemade meals.

Haley had to hold back a sniffle because as absolutely amazing, funny, intelligent, and loving as this father was, she missed her dad.

A lot.

"Natalie!" Kurt brushed the hair out of her eyes, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, just still sleepy," she answered quickly, trying to blink back the few tears she felt coming.

"Well wake up," Kurt laughed, "Mr. Smythe is here and ready to get his coat fixed." The eye roll he sent down to her was laughable.

Walking into the store was like walking into a completely different world. It was a kingdom where her father was king, and therefore she was treated like a princess.

"Hello Natalie," a young woman walked over and held out her arm, "May I take your things? We'll put them in your father's office."

Haley handed them over cautiously, never having seen this woman before.

"Thank you, Stephanie," Kurt said distractedly, "We'll be back in the sewing room with Mr. Smythe. Make sure you keep an ear out for any crying."

Stephanie nodded primly and walked off with the purse and the sweater.

Haley once again had to hasten to keep up with Kurt as he deftly maneuvered throughout the store. She nearly fell a few times in the heels, but was actually proud of herself for keeping her balance.

"Mr. Smythe," Kurt boomed as he walked into the fitting room, "What a pleasant surprise to see you again."

Haley wondered if the man could hear the sarcasm in her father's voice.

The tall, thin man standing in the center of the room looked up, "Mr. Hummel, I am terribly sorry about this coat."

Kurt squeaked when he saw the coat he spent hours on hanging from a hanger in pieces. "What…happened?"

Sebastian sighed and looked sad, but Haley thought it was an act. "My boyfriend's cleaning lady attacked me."

Haley choked back a laugh, and she swore she saw Kurt do the same thing.

"Attacked you?" Kurt raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out a way to piece he coat back together. "Well…" Kurt trailed off, now knowing what to say.

"She's terrible. I'm telling him to fire her. But he never listens of course." Sebastian shrugged and leaned against the counter. Haley shifted so he couldn't see her – in truth, he scared the girl. "I just wish he would shut up and listen to me about everything, but you know how men can be…"

Haley choked; she didn't want her father to even think about other men.

Kurt gave a tight lipped smile and continued stitching random pieces of the coat back together. "What made her attack you?" he eventually asked.

Sebastian laughed, "I introduced myself to his daughter. Heaven forbid I get to know the little princess that he spends all of his time with. We've been dating for nearly six months and I don't get to meet the little brat? I don't want to be friends with her, but I want her to know that she has to give up some of her time with him."

Kurt looked uncomfortable for a few seconds but laughed eventually, "Well, he is her father so maybe it was for the best…"

"She's a terrible child," Sebastian interrupted. "Such a little brat, has the frizziest hair imaginable."

Haley patted her hair self-consciously and pushed herself against the wall. She had heard her father say before that his clients sometimes liked to use him as a psychologist, but Haley really didn't like the way this man was talking.

Kurt glanced back at Haley and realized that she was hiding, "How old is she?"

"Seven?" Sebastian sounded like he guessing. "Teen?"

Kurt laughed, "There is a huge difference, trust me."

Haley couldn't help it when she let out a loud giggle, effectively revealing herself to Sebastian.

"Oh, you have a child here," Sebastian walked forward and squatted down, "Hello little girl, my name is Sebastian."

Haley bit her lip, "I'm H-Natalie."

Sebastian stared at her, "How old are you?"

"Eleven."

Sebastian studied her for a few seconds longer, "You know, you kinda look like that kid. You are so much more refined though. She's practically a wild child."

Haley swallowed, did she have a triplet?

Kurt coughed a little, "Well, there is only one Natalie. I don't believe in cloning." His smile didn't quite match his eyes though and his hands shook as he continued to fix the jacket.

Sebastian laughed as his phone rang and he glanced at the screen. "Speak of the devil," Sebastian looked at Kurt, "Mind if I take this in here?"

"Not at all," Kurt said through a mouthful of pins.

"Hey baby," Sebastian rolled his eyes continuously as the man on the other side of the phone spoke, "Baby…we talked about this. I think I should be able to go with. Don't you want to show me off to your old, fat, ugly, high school friends?"

Haley glanced at Kurt who was still making a weird face, but Haley just assumed it was so he didn't drop any of the pins from his mouth.

"Okay….is she going to be there when I get back? I still think I should file assault charges….no I was definitely not in the wrong!" Sebastian's face was getting red and splotchy. "Baby…will you be back in time for my fashion show?" Sebastian played with a piece of paper on the counter and seemed to only be half paying attention. "Fine. I will see you at home I guess. Yeah, I love you too." Sebastian slipped the phone into his pocket, "Sorry. The old ball and chain had to check up on me."

Kurt nodded and then held the jacket out, "I can't fix this, Mr. Smythe. I can get a new one sent to your house in about a week?"

"That pi�ata stuffing, sombrero wearing, mustached bitch is going to pay for it too," Sebastian looked angry as he wrote his address on the paper.

"Language," Kurt said in a light tone.

Sebastian laughed, "You'd get along with my boyfriend. He won't let me swear in front of the brat either. You know," Sebastian put his arm on Kurt's, "your kid doesn't seem half bad. What do you say you and I go out for a nice lunch?"

Kurt shook his arm off, "No thank you, I believe you are accounted for."

"That can be changed."

"No," Kurt gently pushed Sebastian toward the door, "but thank you. It is flattering really. But too clich�."

Two hours later, Haley found herself standing outside of a small bistro by Central Park. Kurt was on his phone talking away, trying to cancel his plans for the afternoon because he saw Haley's eyes light up when the Gershwin came into view, and he immediately bought tickets because it had "been awhile since they'd seen the show together."

"What's up kiddo," Burt came and hugged Haley from behind, causing her to jump. The city was filled with tourists and she still held onto her bag like it was going to get stolen at any moment.

Kurt hung up his phone and grinned, "Well, all three of us have box seats and a backstage tour of the Gershwin today. But let's eat first!"

Burt clapped Kurt on the shoulder and they all walked into the bistro, the smell of freshly baked break wafting over them.

Sitting at the small table, Kurt turned his phone off and slipped it into his bag. "So after this, we should all take a nice leisurely walk around Central Park," he eyed his father, "to work off some of the food. Then we can head to the theater. Sound good?"

Burt nodded and Haley just smiled.

"Are you okay?" Kurt reached over and held her hand, "You really have been quiet lately."

"I just…I miss my camp friends," Haley lied.

Kurt nodded, "Do you have their phone numbers or email addresses? I know I said you couldn't get a Facebook but maybe I will rethink it if it means you won't be so sad."

Haley's eyes widened. She really couldn't make a Facebook for Natalie could she?

"I have their numbers in my phone," she lied, holding up her phone. "I can text them."

Kurt nodded, "I guess camp isn't over yet though so they aren't as free."

"Right."

Haley chewed on her bottom lip and looked at her menu. When the waitress came, they all ordered, and Haley surprised Kurt.

"Did you really get coffee?" Kurt asked with an arched brow, "I thought you didn't like it?"

"Camp," Haley lied again.

Kurt shook his head, "that was some cultured camp."

The drinks arrived soon and Haley watched as Kurt added sugar and creamer to his cup, "You're ruining it," she pointed out.

Kurt looked at her oddly, "Are you a coffee connoisseur now?"

Haley couldn't tell if it was pride or amusement in his eyes, but she hoped it was the former.

She delicately sipped her own drink and coughed a little, "If you ask me, this didn't need to be twice brewed. Plus the beans were picked too early and the water was not filtered."

Kurt squeaked next to her and Burt tapped his hand in a sympathetic way. "Kurt…" he warned.

Haley realized then that she made a mistake.

Kurt just shook his head, but Haley saw the wet eyes and the pained expression.

Just as Haley was about to grab her phone to text Natalie about the situation, it went off on its own.

New Text From: (402) 424-3922

Haley! It's me, Natalie, we are doomed. Dad has a boyfriend and he's terrible!

Haley squeaked and pulled the phone back before anyone could see.

"Problem?" Burt asked, looking suspiciously at the phone.

"I need…to go take this outside," Haley stood and ran for the door.

Burt glanced at the window, "I'm going to go stand with her and make sure she's okay. Do you want anything?"

Kurt wiped his eyes, "She gets more like him every day."

Burt just patted his son again before walking outside.

"Natalie this is a complete disaster! Your dad thinks his daughter has completely changed and my dad has a boyfriend now! We just found each other and I don't want to be apart from you again. We can't switch back now! I don't know what to do! Dad is amazing and so funny and I want to spend more time with him because once they find out, we'll probably never get to see each other again and…"

Burt felt his heart constrict as he put pieces together, the girl turned and looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. He had suspected something was up for the past few days. Natalie…or the girl living with them had been asking far too many questions about the past.

"Grandpa…" she squeaked. "Gotta go," she said to the person on the phone.

Burt fell to his knees, "I don't know which one you are, but please come here."

The small girl ran to his arms and he cradled her shaking her back and forth, "Haley?"

The girl pulled away, nodding, "Yes. I…please don't hate me, grandpa."

"I don't," Burt choked, "I never did. I always loved you."

Haley sniffed into his neck, "H-he's going to hate me."

Burt pulled back, "Who?"

"K-kurt," she sniffled, "my dad. Both."

Kurt walked out and took in the sight before him, his father hugging a crying girl, "Why am I going to hate you?"

His daughter looked up at him, fear written all over her face.