Kurt paced back in forth in front of two identical faces, his jacket billowing behind him as he seemed immersed in his own mind, occasionally muttering something but never actually speaking out loud.

Natalie and Haley clutched hands whenever his expression turned angry or sad. The man hadn't spoken to either of them since he found out that he actually had Haley in his care for the past week.

Neither girl knew he had cried all the way home in his separate taxi.

He stopped walking and held up a shaking finger, "Can one of you please tell me why you thought this of all things would be a good idea? Why didn't you just tell us you found each other?"

Both girls looked down at their laps and bit their lips.

"Natalie…"

Both girls snapped their heads up.

Kurt looked directly at Natalie, "I know it is you. Are you sure your…your…your father doesn't know anything about this?"

Natalie opened her mouth, but a voice spoke from behind them.

"He has no idea. He's too busy running all over the city for his new piece," Santana frowned at Kurt, her memories of the man were still filled with the haunting sobs of a heartbroken man and the cries of a little girl who suddenly lost a sister.

Kurt cocked his head to the side, "Blaine…has a boyfriend?"

"He's awful Dad, he really is!" Natalie stood up quickly, "he's mean and rude!"

Kurt nodded slowly, "Okay. We just have to trade you two back. Just go change, and then Santana can take the real Haley with her and we can just put this behind us." His voice was thick and seemed on the verge of breaking.

"Kurt," Burt put a hand on his shoulder, "You can't lose them again." No one else in the room knew exactly what Kurt went through when he moved to New York with an infant and a divorce. Burt remembered, and he didn't want to see his son go through it again.

Kurt's eyes were rimmed in red and his nose was running, and Burt knew the process was already starting. Kurt could never hide his emotions because his eyes would be rimmed in red and his face would be all splotchy.

"What else can I do, Dad?" Kurt pressed his lips together to stop the tears from coming. "I can't…I don't…" Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself like he always did before a runway show, "I cannot be around him, Dad. He has a boyfriend and he's happy. I'm just barely over him so as it is, Dad."

"You're not," Burt said softly, "and...I'm not going to lose that little girl again. You can put yourself through hell, Kurt. You can tell yourself it will be easier for you to just walk away again and never see her. But I can't, Kurt. I cannot know that I had my granddaughter for a week and didn't do the best I could. She's going to move back across the country and you want to just send her back? How do you think that feels for her?"

Kurt stared at his father, eyes bulging and jaw trembling. He stared at the two little girls who were holding hands and looking at anything but the pair of them. Kurt walked over and knelt down in front of Haley, "C-can everyone just give me a minute alone with my daughter?"

Burt walked out of the room first, his shoulders shaking. Santana grabbed Natalie's hand, "Come on, Natalie, you can show me your room." Her voice was soft as she looked at Kurt holding onto Haley. For a second, Kurt saw something strange pass over Santana's face before the hardened look fell over it.

Natalie pulled on Santana's hand, "Brittany is cleaning it now, but I'm sure she won't mind."

Kurt waited until he heard the click of the door and then he looked up at Haley, and immediately felt his heart wrench. "Haley…you know I love you, right? You know I've always loved you. I love you the minute you were born. I loved you when I left California. I loved you every single moment of every single day since then."

Haley started crying and just nodded, unable to speak.

Kurt felt his own tears finally spill and he pulled her down onto his lap. He rocked her back and forth slowly, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Haley."

Haley's arms tightened around Kurt's neck and she held on tightly, knowing this might be the last time she'd ever get to touch him. Her voice was small and timid when she spoke, "I love you too, Daddy."

Kurt never thought his heart would break more than when Blaine signed the divorce papers, but he was wrong. Kurt wasn't even sure he had a heart left after hearing his daughter say that. It was the strangest feeling – it both made his heart swell and broke it into a million pieces.

He'd been waiting over ten years just to hear her say that.

Kurt shifted her so he could look at her face, moving her hair away and staring at her, "You are beautiful," he whispered, "I wish I could have seen you grow up."

"You still can," she said sadly, her voice still small.

Kurt suddenly felt calmer than he had in years – because she was right. He could, all he had to do was tell Blaine.

Blaine.

He couldn't face Blaine without knowing everything about the relationship he was in. He had to know who Blaine was today. Kurt knew that as soon as he saw Blaine again, he would love him just like he did years ago.

But was the Blaine of today still the same person?

Kurt helped Haley stand up, "Can you go get your sister? I need to talk to her."

Haley nodded and wiped her eyes. She started walking across the room slowly, looking back every few seconds to make sure Kurt was still there.

"And Haley?"

She turned.

"Go spend some time with your grandfather. I think he'd really like that," Kurt knew his father had taken the whole ordeal harder than anyone knew and he did deserve to get to know his granddaughter.

Kurt took the few minutes between girls to collect his thoughts. He had no idea what he was doing. This was like every single one of his worst nightmares had come to life. He was lost because he was stuck between what his head knew was the best solution and what his heart knew would hurt it, but it would also get to see the person it belonged to again.

He was stuck.

"Daddy?" Natalie crept into the room. Kurt's eyes widened when he saw she had changed into her old clothes and looked like his daughter again.

He would have to get her to a salon soon though.

Kurt sat on the chair and pulled Natalie onto his lap as well. He realized that he wanted to have both of them with him all the time. He wanted to be a family.

Even if it hurt, he would have to let Blaine know that he needed to see both of them.

"I want you to tell me about Bl- your Dad's boyfriend," Kurt looked his daughter straight in the eye, "but only what you want to tell me."

Natalie pouted a little, "He's really pretty, but he's mean! He yells at me all the time!"

Kurt saw red, "He yelled at you? And your father didn't do anything?"

Natalie played with her hands, "Well he didn't yell at me when Daddy w-was around. He just…did it when Daddy was gone. He yelled at Santana all the time too. Daddy didn't even want me to meet him!"

Kurt was still angry. He wasn't sure why he was, though.

Was he angry because Blaine didn't protect his daughter?

Was he angry because the boyfriend yelled at his daughter?

Or was he simply angry because Blaine had a boyfriend at all?

"Did you tell him that the boyfriend yelled at you?"

Natalie shook her head, "I really wanted him to like me!"

Kurt nodded, "I'm sure he did, honey."

Natalie nodded, "He's a lot of fun. He sings a lot and dances."

Kurt smiled, apparently Blaine hadn't changed all that much.

He was still the boy Kurt had fallen in love with.

Kurt sighed, "Did Santana ever see him yell at you?"

"No, but he was afraid of her."

This Kurt understood. "I bet she told him," he laughed, thinking of all the personal insults Santana had thrown at him.

"She ripped his coat to shreds on night," Natalie laughed.

Kurt laughed for a few seconds before coming to a painful realization. "Wait. What is his name?"

Natalie wrinkled her nose, "His name is Sebastian but he makes me call him Mr. Smythe."

Kurt's jaw dropped and he nearly fell off of the chair, "You mean…Sebastian Smythe."

"Yes," Natalie nodded slowly, "do you know him?"

"Sebastian Smythe the model," Kurt's mind was reeling. Maybe Blaine wasn't the boy he used to be. This new Blaine liked younger men.

Younger men who were assholes.

Younger men who were in incredibly good shape.

Younger men that he obviously cared a lot about.

Kurt had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying. Already he was heartbroken. He didn't want to be a downer, but he couldn't believe he had gotten his hopes up so high. Did he really think Blaine had been waiting around all of those years?

Kurt couldn't help but feel slightly saddened by the realization that he was going to be alone forever because he couldn't get over a man who had clearly moved on himself.

"Can you give me a few minutes alone?" Kurt said to Natalie, watching as her face fell. "Go be with your grandfather. He missed you."

Kurt sat back in the chair and couldn't help the tremors working their way down his spine.

He knew it.

He knew that if he ever got the chance to be with Blaine again, Blaine would already have moved on. Kurt had ruined any and all chances he had of happiness.

Kurt had ruined everything.

He didn't even realize he was crying until the sobs racked his entire body and he had to press his fist to his mouth to stop the sobbing. The world began to spin as he quickly put his head between his legs.

"Kurt?"

Kurt quickly sat up, and despite his vertigo made out the figure standing in the doorway. "Santana."

Santana quickly crossed the room, "Why are you crying?" In a second she was on her knees in front of him, rubbing his back slowly.

"I've been a horrible father. I have these two beautiful girls under my roof and the only thing I can even feel is pain because the only man I've ever loved is clearly in love with some model who I'll never be. I ruined it, Santana. I've held hope for ten years that one day we would get together and everything would be happy. But no, he's happy with someone else. Of course. And I'm left here alone, again."

Santana's eyes had tears in them too, "Kurt…now you know how felt all those years ago. He cried for three years, Kurt. He cried every night. He still thinks of you all the time, Kurt. He listens to your wedding song at least once a week. He has a huge tote in the basement that is just like this shrine to you. He's living his life Kurt, but he isn't living it to the fullest."

"He still has someone," Kurt reminded her, his mind quickly filing away all the little things that could give him hope. "He still loves someone else."

"He doesn't love Sebastian," Santana said fiercely. "He never has and never will love someone else. I think he's convinced himself that maybe he can move on because of Sebastian, but he still listens to your wedding song. He never introduced Haley to Sebastian. Sebastian never had dinner at the house, he never stayed the night, and he barely even went on dates with Sebastian."

Kurt shook his head, "I'm not going to ruin his happiness again, Santana. I know you don't like Sebastian but I can't do that to Blaine."

Santana leaned back, "Why didn't you think like this ten years ago, Kurt?"

Kurt shrugged, "I was so trapped in myself. I wanted...I wanted to give Blaine the world that I worked so hard and gave him nothing."

"Well here's the thing, Kurt," the bitchy Santana was back, "I've not got to spend time with both of these girls, and let me tell you, they are amazing. I don't care what you and eyebrows do, but you need to get your acts together. These girls know each other and they know both of you. I'm not going to see them get hurt again. I care about those little girls like they are my own. You need to be a man and figure out what the hell you're going to do. Now."

Kurt nodded numbly. "I just…it's such a bad week for this!" He remembered suddenly that he had the huge show in California on Friday, in which Sebastian was the showcase model. "Get everyone in the room," Kurt had an idea and he didn't know if it would work, but he needed to cling to something.

When everyone was assembled, Kurt was once again pacing in front of them. "Okay, here is the plan. I am going to California this week for the fashion show. Haley, Blaine, Sebastian, and Santana are also going back home."

Natalie and Haley whimpered and clung to each other.

"We are going to pretend this didn't happen…for the time being," Kurt held up his fingers, "and I am going to go and call Blaine while I am in California and say I just want to catch up."

Santana and Burt looked at each other with worried eyes, but said nothing.

"And then I will invite him and Haley to the show, giving them backstage passes."

Burt held up a hand, "Kurt, I don't think we should lie to him…"

Kurt shook his head, "I know it sounds stupid but I really think we need to do it this way. I don't want to bombard him with too many things. I will keep Natalie away from Blaine and Haley for a while. Santana can get them together so they can see each other and then she can also inform me where Blaine is."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Kurt, this is complicated…"

"Wait," Kurt was pacing even faster now, "and then we have to get Blaine and Sebastian to break up. Sebastian, from what I've seen and what I've heard, is no good for Blaine. He's a jerk and just using Blaine…for something."

"Money," Santana said.

Kurt stopped walking, "Excuse me?"

Santana looked at Kurt oddly, "Are you seriously telling me you haven't kept up with Blaine at all?"

Kurt looked away, "I tried a few times, but it was painful…"

"He has your website in his favorites," Santana pointed out with a meaningful look. "Blaine is the leading distributor of coffee beans. They live on a huge ranch surrounded by nothing but the beans and a mill to press them. Sebastian knows Blaine is worth a lot and he's a sweet guy who is literally begging to be loved. Throw in the fact that he's a nice guy and Sebastian has a pretty cushy life."

"I want him back," Kurt declared, "I want him back, Santana. You have to help me. I need him, I need both of these girls, I need my family."

Santana closed her eyes for a few minutes, "I will help you, Kurt. I will help you because I want the best for Blaine, not because of you. I think you've changed, I really do, but I need to see it. But Kurt, if you hurt him again, I will take a sewing machine and make tiny rows up and down your entire body until you beg for mercy, got it?"

Kurt nodded, "I won't hurt him again, Santana. I can't."

Burt shook his head, "I still think you're going about this wrong, kiddo. I think you need to just be a man and tell Blaine instead of some elaborate scheme you would have done when you were in high school."

Kurt knew his dad was probably right, but he needed Blaine to know that he was wiling to fight for him this time, willing to go out on a limb and give up everything.

He also wanted to give Sebastian a hard time because no one else should get the change to touch someone as perfect as Blaine, especially someone as vile as Sebastian.

"This will work," Kurt muttered again. "But first, I'm going to take my girls out for a day of fun."

The huge smiles on both of their faces was enough for Kurt, it was enough to give him the courage to put his heart on the line again.