Kurt clicked down the brick streets of Paris, his heels tapping the ground to a rhythmic beat. Nervously straightening his dress, Kurt ran his fingers through his hair as he approached the building hed been in a thousand times. He peeked into the glass doors of Vogue, giant posters of half-naked women and men hanging on the walls, the Vogue logo plastered onto the wall behind the desk. He squeaked when a man who looked like a model stormed out of one of the rooms and headed straight for the doors Kurt was standing by. He shouted at someone running after him with a measuring tape, and when he slammed through the doors Kurt could hear, "...when you take your job seriously and buy me the right shade of blue, maybe Ill consider coming back."

His eyes darted briefly to Kurt, who cowered away from him. "Like his eye color," the man gestured violently to Kurt. "Get me his eye color in silk fabric, you idiot." Shooting a sudden grin at Kurt, the man muttered, "You have beautiful eyes."

Kurt blushed as the man whipped away and continued down the sidewalk, leaving him alone again. Glancing back into Vogue now that he was the center of attention, Kurt pushed inside and walked up to the main desk. "Excuse me? Im Kurt Hummel... can you please tell me where I can find Monsieur Stanley?"

"Kurt Hummel!" the man instantly stood and held his hand out. Kurt hesitantly draped his hand over it. "Its such an honor. Your fashion ideas are brilliant. Stanley is rehearsing a fashion show right now, but Ill take you to him."

"Thank you." Following the man down a wide hallway, Kurt passed many models dressed in the latest summer fashions.

He pushed open a door spilling into a dark room, a song about sex blasting from the speakers. Colored lights swung around the runway, which was in full swing as more models strutted back and forth on it. Stanley was in the front row of the seating, shouting at the women walking around. "Come on! Id strut better than that if I was sleepwalking!"

The man who led him inside grinned at him, "Good luck."

Approaching the front of the room, Kurt walked up to Stanley and tried to smile, "Excuse me, Monsieur Stanley?"

Stanley barely tore his eyes from the models, "I told you, I wanted iced tea! What is so hard about that to remember?" Finally glancing up at Kurt, Stanley shrieked, "Oh, my superstar! Welcome back! How is my favorite model?" He patted the seat beside him, so Kurt sat down. "Ladies, stop walking! Look at Kurt. An absolute beauty. You could learn a lot from him."

Kurt blushed again, "Hello. You all look fabulous."

"Ignore them." He snapped. "So, tell me..." Stanley turned in his chair to stare at Kurt, "have you been promoting Vogue while you were in-" his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "What is that thing youre wearing?"

Kurt looked down at his dress, "Whats wrong with it? I thought everyone at Vogue would like it. Strapless and sparkles are in right now, arent they?"

"Well, yes..." Stanley covered his mouth with his hand, "but, superstar, you cannot be seen in that. It was made in Ohio... all of the fabric there is cheap and tacky. You need a new wardrobe. Get rid of anything and everything from Ohio. Its disgusting."

"But my fiancé bought me this dress." Kurt pulled at the bodice. "And I think its very pretty."

"Obviously you never should have gone to Ohio..." Stanley rolled his eyes. "Your fashion tastes are all jumbled together. Fine, keep that thing, but stuff it in a drawer somewhere. If I see you wearing anything from Ohio again, I will fire you."

"Okay." was the only thing Kurt said, his voice meek and his cheeks red.

Stanley easily forgot about the subject, and he pointed at the models on the runway, "Superstar, tell me which one of those outfits you hate the most. Because I cant decide... theyre all so hideous. Or maybe its the girls that are the eye sores." He snapped his fingers, "Bring me new girls!"

Kurt looked over his shoulder to see who Stanley was talking to, and in the very back of the room a girl stood up. Kurt could see that she had a keen eye for fashion. The colors in her outfit of a mini skirt with leggings and a glittery tank top were too bold for Kurts liking, but she pulled them off very well. The girl looked annoyed with Stanley, "Which ones? You have dozens."

Kurt recognized the voice, but he didnt recognize the face. Stanley rolled his eyes, "Dont get snippy with me. Actually... just bring me some men. I want to look at some men for a while."

The girl looked directly at Kurt, and one brow raised. Kurt whispered, "Unique?"

Stanley hadnt heard him, but the girl stepped toward him, "So, you came back to France."

"Unique!" Kurt squeaked, then he remembered that he and Unique had left each other on bad terms. He quickly settled down. "Unique... you got a surgery done?"

Unique looked down at her body as if to check if her chest was still inflated. "Yeah... I did. Just a few months ago. The changes arent completely over... I still have a lot of boy in me."

"Im so happy for you." Kurt smiled at her.

Glancing up and down Kurts body, Unique muttered, "And youre still the same Kurt... pastel baby doll clothes and high heels."

Kurt didnt know if her condescending tone meant that she was saying it as an insult, so he tilted his head and switched the subject, "How have you been, Unique?" He turned and asked Stanley, "Can I please talk to Unique?"

Stanley glared at him, "You might as well, seeing as you two are already chatting it up. But send me in a new assistant! And, Unique, youre not getting paid to socialize."

She rolled her eyes and turned around when Kurt approached her, "Ive been dating. But mostly pampering myself because Ive been recovering from my surgery."

"Are you and David still together?" Kurt chirped.

"Kind of," she shrugged. "Its been hard with the distance. Im guessing you and Blaine broke things off? Considering youre here... and not there."

"No..." Kurt shook his head, holding up his left hand. "Blaine and I are fine. Were engaged. But Im happy to hear about you and David." When she didnt respond and kept walking away from him, Kurt followed her and said, "Unique... are you still mad at me?"

She sighed as if it was a pain to talk to him, "Kurt, I was never mad at you. Im just... embarrassed now. The way I acted was completely immature... Im sorry I made you feel like total shit."

Kurt blushed at the strong, rude word, "But, Unique... you yelled at me. And then you put distance between us. Whats the matter?"

She whipped around and crossed her arms, "You cant be that oblivious, Kurt. I said I was sorry... dont make me spell this out for you."

"Spell what out?"

Her brows lifted, "You really dont get it, do you? I had a crush on you, Kurt. I thought it was pretty obvious. But you never wanted me back. You thought of me as a... best friend. And then that Blaine guy shows up out of nowhere... and I did like him, Kurt. Dont get me wrong. But it was a slap in the face that you liked some guy whos nothing like you and not even your type more than you liked me. We have so much in common... but he still won."

"You had a crush on me?" Kurt whispered, surprised. "Unique... I didnt know. Im sorry."

"You had to have known." Unique rolled her eyes again, "Men flirt with you all the time. I was always fumbling around you... I loved spending time with you... You hurt my feelings, Kurt."

"Unique, I didnt know!" Kurt repeated, shaking his head. "I dont know when men are coming onto me... sometimes its obvious, yes... but, Unique, Blaine is my first love. Ive never had a boyfriend before him. Im naïve about men. Blaine is such a demanding man and he wouldnt stop until he had me-"

"Just because he made it clear that he wanted in your pants you got in a relationship with him?" Unique grumbled, resting her chin on her fist. "Okay... he got me there. I didnt tell you I liked you. But why were you never interested in me? You and him have nothing in common. Were just alike, Kurt."

Kurt wrapped his arms around his stomach, "Oh... Unique. Im so sorry. I thought... we were best friends because we were so alike. I enjoyed being around you... but all we wanted to do was shop and watch movies. A relationship should be passionate... you should look into each others eyes for hours and never want to do anything else... you also need challenged. And we never challenged each other... Unique, you would have bored of me if we were in a relationship. But Blaine is such a challenge... and he makes me feel so... beautiful. He can stare at me for hours."

"But what about his awful personality?" Unique crossed her arms. "Kurt, hes the exact opposite of you. Youre fashionable... friendly... cheerful... you actually like people. But hes so... not friendly or cheerful. He glares at everyone. It freaked me out a little."

"Hes just quiet." Kurt shook his head, "Hes not mean at all. Hes actually very sweet... he likes to laugh. He never meant to make you uncomfortable... he thought you were very nice. But, Unique, you should see him with the babies. Hes so happy..." Shaking his head, Kurt whispered, "He and I are very alike... but were so different somehow."

Unique put one hand on her hip, "Babies?"

"Oh, theyre not ours!" Kurt giggled, putting his fingertips to his lips. "Blaines brother had a baby and Blaine is raising him for a while, and a friend of ours just gave him her baby. Hes wonderful with the babies... he spoils them."

"Where is Blaine at?" Unique muttered. "It sounds like... hes not with you."

"Hes still in Ohio." Kurt said and he wasnt surprised by the sadness in his voice. "Im going back in a year to be with him again."

Uniques eyes widened, "What do you mean, youre leaving? But you just got back. Kurt, you cant just drop your career for a boy, and Stanley definitely wont let you put it on hold anymore."

"Unique, Ill be alright." Kurt promised him. "Blaine isnt ready to come to France yet... so until he is Ill stay with him. Well marry and have our honeymoon... and then Ill take care of the babies."

Unique rolled his eyes, "You have a good career in front of you... and youre just going to throw it away and become a housewife? Kurt, youll be miserable. No guy is worth that, not even Blaine. Youve got to find someone who can keep up with you... most likely a French guy... you cant be torn between two continents."

"But I love Blaine."

"You also love your career..." Unique shrugged, "or you should. Which is more important to you? I would give up David if my career was suffering because of him." Taking a step away from Kurt, Unique said, "Look... I need this money so I have to get back to my job."

"Superstar!" Someone called from across the room, and Kurt glanced up to see Stanley waving him down. "I have big plans for you." Stanley shoved a folder into Kurts fingers. "I changed my mind about those pictures we trashed from your last professional photo shoot. Were bringing them back! Itll be your... big debut... get people excited to see the new and improved Kurt Hummel."

"New and improved?" Kurt opened the folder and a pile of pictures slid out.

"Im thinking lingerie pictures..." Stanley waved his hands around as he explained everything to Kurt, "miniskirts... see-through dresses... Now that youve lost all of your baby fat we can put you in anything skimpy."

"Skimpy?" Kurt flushed as a few of the men around him started laughing and patting each others shoulders.

"Yes," Stanley patted him on the back. "Im having a designer whip something up for your first photo shoot. Youll look fantastic, superstar." Raising his hand, Stanley snapped. "Everyone... our own Kurt Hummel is back. Give him a round of applause and make sure he knows how gorgeous he is. Hes going to make me big bucks... bigger than what any of you lousy models have ever dragged in."

Kurt frowned as nearly everyone in the room started clapping, and he laid his hand on his cramping stomach. "Please excuse me, Monsieur Stanley. I need a glass of water." He walked out of the room and searched for one of the nearest bathrooms, then he locked himself inside. He boosted himself onto the counter and started to cry.

This wasnt what he wanted at all. He wanted Blaine to come hold him and kiss him until he was better, but hed left Blaine. He was starting to think hed made a mistake.

Blaine carried his babies under his arms and threw himself back on the couch in the living room. He lifted both of them above his head, his strong hands cupping their little bodies. Hunter gurgled and batted at him, but Archer carefully watched his face. "Look at his little smirk..." Carole patted Hunters bottom as she passed by. "We can tell what kind of personality hell have. Blaine, dont you dare drop them."

"Im not going to drop them." Blaine rolled his eyes, cuddling Archer against his chest when he squirmed. "Youre okay, sweetheart. Is your belly upset?" Pulling up Archers shirt, Blaine pressed wet kisses to it.

Hunter squeaked and kicked his feet, his tiny fists grabbing at Blaine. Archer snuggled into Blaines chest and batted at Hunter, and Hunters nose wrinkled. He opened his mouth and a little giggle bubbled out of him. "His first giggle!" Carole immediately reached for her camera. "Oh, Kurt would love to see this! Blaine, make him giggle again!"

"I didnt do anything." Blaine muttered, stroking Hunters hair out of his face. "I think he likes Archer." He lowered Hunter to his chest, and Hunter grabbed Archers face.

"Oh, arent they sweet?" She pushed a button on the camera and held it up to her eye. "Hunter, Archer... come here. Smile at the camera."

Wiggling toward Archer, Hunter squished their faces together and his smirk widened. Archer batted at Hunter and grinned. "My babies," Blaine whispered, smoothing their hair.

"You know, this is the most relaxed Ive ever seen you, Blaine." Burt muttered, looking up from his newspaper. "When youre with those babies. Its good to see you spending so much time with them. I think its healthy for all three of you."

Hunter babbled something and patted Blaines face. Taking Hunters little hand, Blaine kissed his palm. "I love them, Burt." Blaine nuzzled Archers charcoal spirals.

Carole smiled, but was interrupted by Finn pushing open his door, "Dude... I dont know why you havent taken the babies out yet. The swing sets ready."

"Its not good for the babies to be out when its so bright, Finn." Carole explained, "Especially little Archer. Hes paler than Kurt. Im sure Blaine will take them out later."

"Good. I want to come out, too." Blaine rolled his eyes at Finns inappropriate joke. Finn walked up to Blaines couch, so Blaine hesitantly moved his legs even though there was another empty chair across the room. Finn sat down beside him, "Dude... are you wearing a new cologne?"

Blaine leaned away from him, keeping his babies to his chest, "Yes."

"It smells good." was the only thing Finn said, but it was enough to make Blaine get up like Finn had sprayed a repellant for gay guys on himself.

"Im going to put the babies down for a nap." Blaine excused himself, heading up the stairs with the babies on his shoulders. After he locked himself in his room, Blaine laid the babies in their crib and sat down on his bed. He opened his laptop and saw a Skype IM from Kurt, I need to see you.

Immediately calling Kurt, Blaine watched as his camera clicked on. It was later for Kurt, so his lights were off and he was lying on his bed in his pajamas. "Hi, sweetheart..." Blaine murmured unsurely. "Are you okay?"

Kurt wiped his eyes with a tissue, "Im having a hard time fitting in at Vogue."

"Kurt..." Blaine shook his head, "what do you mean? Youre fashionable and beautiful... Whats the matter, my little love? Ill fix it."

Frowning, Kurt laid back on his pillow, "Nobody likes my clothes from Ohio... but I think some of my dresses and shoes are very pretty. And... I saw Unique. She had a surgery done. But... when I talked to her she told me she had a crush on me. She seemed so resentful toward me... I told her I was sorry that I didnt know she liked me."

"Oh, honey..." he cleared his throat, "shell get over it. Besides, isnt she dating one of the Warblers? Dont worry about it. No one can stay mad at your pretty face for long."

Kurt smiled, "Its just... hard. I miss having you there to support me. And Vogue is such a demanding career... I feel exhausted and Ive only been there for one day."

"Itll get better, I promise." Blaine assured him, "Youre good at keeping a smile on your face. And you always have my support, Kurt."

Kurt snuggled under his blankets, "I think Im going to sleep now, Blaine."

"Leave your camera on." Blaine whispered, "Youll feel better if Im here... and so will I."

"Mm..." Curling himself into a small ball, Kurt murmured, "Goodnight, Blaine. I love you."

"Goodnight, my sweet love." Blaine watched Kurt lay his lashes on his cheeks and his chest rise and fall much slower after a few minutes. "I love you..."

From the crib, Hunter gurgled. Blaine glanced up at him and grinned, "Im still here, Hunter." He quietly stood and went to get his babies, then carried them back to the bed. His eyes darted back to Kurt.

Kurt moaned and tightened his ball, "Blaine..."

Blaine blinked at the slumbering boy, "Im still here."