At a table nestled in the Junior's at Grand Central Station, Blaine was seated across from an adorable, bright-eyed five-year-old girl named Charlotte, who absolutely insisted on being called Charlie.

Charlie was Blaine's latest mission.  And while Blaine tried to do something different and exciting with each of his kids, he just could not resist bringing her to Junior's on the cloudy Sunday afternoon.  The place was all about memories--for remembering some and creating new ones.

The waiter placed a strawberry sundae with extra whipped cream in from of him.

"Thank you," Blaine told him, and watched as Charlie eyed his dish a little enviously.  The waiter had already brought her dessert--a fudge cake with so much chocolate Blaine was sure she would be bouncing off the walls in no time.  And yet--

"Do you want my whipped cream?" he asked and chuckled when she nodded her head furiously, her curled pigtails bobbing along with the motion.  He placed the huge dollop on top of her cake and watched as her face lit up with the most amazing smile.

Blaine was so tempted to teach her something he would call the Charlie-and-Blaine game, but no, he resisted.  He would need to come up with something even better for her soon.

"Charlie, look!"

Charlie whipped her head around to see what Blaine was pointing at.

"Here comes Papa and Nathan!" Blaine exclaimed, and he felt the familiar tingle of excitement, the butterflies in his stomach that he always felt every time he saw Kurt.

Kurt had taken their two-year-old, Nathan, to the restroom and was now hurrying through the diner back toward Blaine and Charlie.  Blaine couldn't help but laugh when he saw Nathan was babbling Kurt's ear off, a constant stream of "iceskeem iceskeem iceskeem" in his eagerness to get back to his own treat.  Blaine saw Kurt smile back at him and he just felt so content, so lucky to have Kurt and to have their little family.

"Now can we eat, Daddy?" Charlie asked, her big eyes shining with hope.  Blaine looked to Kurt, who nodded, and gave the go-ahead and watched as she proceeded to shovel a spoonful of chocolate cake into her mouth.

Kurt slid into the booth next to him after placing Nathan in his high chair, and Blaine turned to look at him and whispered, "I missed you."

Kurt's look of amusement at their daughter melted into something softer as he looked on at Blaine.  "I missed you, too.  But now I'm here."  Kurt smiled his contagious smile, leaning over to give Blaine a quick peck on the cheek.  "Now give me my cheesecake."

Blaine laughed as he slid the plate over to his husband and Kurt immediately dug in.  Some things never changed--and Blaine couldn't imagine why he would want them to.