Chapter Five

“Hi, you’ve reached Sacks Fifth Avenue, this is Nate, Kurt Hummel’s new assistant speaking, and how may I help you?” The cheery voice of the new intern made Blaine’s smile even bigger. 

“Hey Nate, its Blaine, is Kurt open?” 

“For you, he’s always open. One moment.” And Blaine heard the music again. He couldn’t help the bubble of excitement that rose in his chest. Julia was happily sitting at his piano, playing over and over the simple C scale that Blaine had only been working a couple of days with her on. She was talented! She was special! It warmed Blaine’s heart to know that he had taught her something. The music stopped and a round of ringing began. 

“Hey,” Kurt’s breathless voice answered the phone. “Nate said you sounded excited, what’s going on?” Kurt pondered, brushing the random papers off his desk. 

“Listen,” Blaine said, putting his phone on speaker and moving to the piano. 

“I play for daddy now?” Julia asked. 

“Yup, play for daddy now,” Blaine smiled and listened as Julia, with no flaws at all, carelessly ran up and down a perfect C scale. 

“She did that all by herself,” Blaine said, putting the phone back to his ear. He heard Kurt sigh and he smiled. He left the room for a moment, leaving Julia alone to continue running through her scale. 

“So, have you thought about her birthday yet?” Blaine asked, trying to keep his voice down. “You know she’s going to start asking soon. Once the month of April hits it’ll be non-stop.” 

“Blaine, you’re starting to sound like you know my daughter better than I do.” 

“No, I know her father better than he knows himself.” Blaine smirked. “When you get something on your mind you either ask about it or poke around until you discover what’s going on.”

“Still bitter about the roses?” Kurt asked. 

“Still bitter,” Blaine clarified. “But, this isn’t about us right now. We’re talking about an almost three year old who is smarter than her own good.” 

“You and daddy are talking about my birfday, aren’t you?” The little voice made Blaine’s heart jump. 

“Oh, darn it, Julia!” Blaine giggled, turning around. “You scared me.” 

“You’re talking about me,” She demanded, her little hips jutting out to one side. 

“She’s got some sass in her,” Blaine commented to Kurt. 

“She is my daughter,” Kurt noted. “Listen, I get off in an hour. Why don’t you pack the little girl up and by the time that adventure’s over, we can go out for a little family dinner?” Kurt asked. 

“Yeah that sounds…” Blaine stopped himself. “Family?” He asked. “Are Burt and Carole coming?” 

“No, Blaine.” Kurt smiled. “You are part of the family, now.” 

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Their relationship started off slow. They were friends; they would go out to dinner or sometimes just go to Starbucks and get coffee. Strictly casual. Then, they moved to the flirting stage. They would lightly kiss each other here and there; make the other blush with a comment. Then the date under the stars, as it is referred to now, happened. That was the night that changed everything for Kurt Hummel. For years he thought he would never find someone who was the calm to his crazy, the adventure to his homeliness. Then Blaine Anderson applied to be his nanny, and the rest is history. Kurt’s heart would skip a beat every time Blaine came over and Julianne would fall asleep in his lap. Sometimes, if Blaine had had a hard day at school, they would both doze off and Kurt just couldn’t resist. He had snapped countless photos of the two sleeping, and the one he was looking at now was the most breath taking. Julianne’s hair was sprawled all over Blaine’s chest and her little hand was placed over his heart. He was leaning his head on his fist and his arm was wrapped around her, her own personal human blanket. He sighed and locked his iPhone, knowing he needed to focus on the work on the table. But, how could he do that when he knew Blaine and Julia were enjoying a day at home with grandma and grandpa? Kurt sighed and grabbed his phone. 

“Hello,” Carole answered the house phone. 

“I’m coming home early,” Kurt announced. 

“Oh, sweetie, are you feeling okay?” She asked. Blaine, who was spread out on the floor coloring with the little one, turned his head up and looked at Carole. 

“Yes, mom, I’m fine.” Kurt rolled his eyes like a teenager. “I just…I miss my daughter.” He sighed. 

“And her babysitter?” Carole tried her hardest to be discrete, but Blaine blushed and went back to coloring. Kurt sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

“I don’t know what to think sometimes, mom.” Kurt confessed. “I mean, he literally takes my breath away.” He sighed and pushed the elevator button. “He’s sweet and charming; he almost always knows what to say. Hell, even when he doesn’t, he just…he knows me better than I know myself.” 

“Oh, baby.” Carole smiled. “I think someone got bit by the love bug.” She noted. Burt’s head snapped up. 

“What,” He asked, his fatherly defenses kicking in. “Kurt’s in love?” Burt asked. Carole stared him down and he retracted back. “Sorry,” Carole rolled her eyes and went back to Kurt. 

“We’ll have dinner ready when you get home,” She told him. 

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Dinner was splendid. He came home to a flour covered Julianne and pretended to scold Blaine when he told Kurt that they were busy making cookies for him. Once the boys bathed her and read her a bedtime story, Kurt grabbed his coat off the hanger and told Carole to call him if anything happened to Julia. Blaine was nervous; very nervous. Tonight was the night he was going to ask Kurt if they were official or if they were just some fling. He didn’t think that Kurt was that kind of guy, but he wanted to make sure before he committed himself fully. He had trust issues, but Kurt was the kind that he found himself so comfortable that he was so easy to trust. That is what scared Blaine the most. If he was going to be in a relationship with Kurt, he needed to know. 

The couple made their way to their favorite after dinner spot, the quaint little coffee shop that wasn’t anything like the coffee shops Blaine worked at. This place had live music, the good kind, soft and very rustic. There was local art on the walls and they sold teas along with coffees.  Blaine ordered his usual, a medium drip with cream and sugar, while Kurt opted for the non-caffeinated tea for the evening. 

“I’ve got a meeting in the morning, if I don’t get some sleep tonight there’s going to be a problem.” He smiled. Blaine grinned as they made their way to a different spot, challenging each other to break their norms. 

“You seem quite,” Kurt noted of Blaine. “You’ve barely said a word all night. Did I do something wrong?” Kurt asked. Blaine smiled and shook his head.

“No, you’ve done everything right, actually.” Blaine smiled and took a sip of his coffee, hoping that it would calm the nerves that were creeping up his spine. Kurt watched him quietly, wondering where he was going with this. Blaine sighed and craned his neck a bit. 

“Kurt,” Blaine started, putting a hand on Kurt’s knee. At first, he thought it was stupid, so he went to move it away. Then, Kurt pulled him back and he sighed. “Kurt are we….are we serious?” He asked. Kurt’s eyes widened and he took a sharp intake of breath. This was what was bothering him, he wondered. He wanted to make sure that I’m serious, Kurt thought as he watched Blaine’s eyes fall. Without as much as a second thought, Kurt leaned in and captured Blaine’s face between his hands. 

“Why don’t you answer that question?” He asked, before his lips pushed against Blaine’s. The room around them was quite, but not out of awkwardness, out of the silence of the band finishing their set and the fact that no one had come in and ordered coffee for a while. When they pulled away, Kurt grabbed both of Blaine’s hands and held them close. 

“I have been trying to figure out a way to ask you this for weeks,” Kurt sighed, scratching his head. Blaine watched him, confused. 

“Kurt, what are you trying to—“

“Burt and Carole are moving out. Carole’s a year away from retirement, and my dad is really itching for a place a little closer to his work. My house is twenty minutes from your campus, same distance as your apartment. There are bus routes so you won’t have to drive, you’ll be able to eat at home.” 

“And Emerson?” Blaine questioned. Kurt smiled. 

“I already bought a new dog tag, doggie bowl and even a doggie bed.” Kurt said, running his thumb over Blaine’s. “The decision’s up to you.” He sighed and watching his new love. Blaine looked up, pretending to think really hard. 

“And where would I sleep?” He asked, pretty sure he was already aware of the answer to that question. 

“I have had a king bed since I moved into the place,” Kurt noted. “Elijah hated it, said it was too soft.” He sighed and shook his head. “But, it was perfect for me.” Kurt watched Blaine. 

“Hmmm, king size bed.” He nodded. “I assume I would help with the rent,” 

“The mortgage was paid off two months ago,” Kurt watched and Blaine sighed. 

“So I wouldn’t help at all,” He felt kind of bad. Kurt shook his head. 

“Nope. You’d just be my—“ He stopped himself for a moment. 

“You’re roommate? Live in babysitter?” 

“No,” Kurt stopped him. “My boyfriend.”