Going grocery shopping with a sick three year old wasn’t the easiest task for Kurt. Alyson refused to sit in her pushchair or walk beside Kurt, so he was forced to carry her around the shop while putting what he needed into his basket…which wasn’t easy.

“Oh for crying out loud!” Kurt cried as he dropped his basket – his groceries flying everywhere. Alyson whined at the loud outburst, burying her face in Kurt’s neck.

“Here, let me help you.” A female voice said as Kurt bent down to start picking up his groceries.

Only once everything was back in the basket did Kurt look up, his face dropping when he saw who it was.

“B…Britt?” Kurt whispered, causing her to look up, her eyes going wide.

“Oh my god.” The blonde haired girl gasped.

“Daddy,” Alyson whined, lifting her head and rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Down.”

Snapped out of his reverie, Kurt lowered the three year old to the ground and allowed her to stretch her little limbs and yawn.

“I…uh, thanks.” Kurt mumbled, standing up and holding out his hand for Brittany to help her up.

“It’s fine,” Britt said awkwardly, accepting Kurt’s hand and brushing her jeans off once she was standing.

Typically, once Kurt was standing, Ally lifted her arms up, silently asking for Kurt to carry her again.

“You’re a little pain when you’re sick.” Kurt laughed, forgetting that Brittany was there and crouching down to lift the little girl up, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I…I should go,” Brittany said awkwardly. “It…uh, was nice seeing you again.”

Unsure of what to say, Kurt just smiled and allowed the blonde haired girl to get back to her own shopping.

“Daddy?”

“Yes bubba?”

“Who was that?”

“Um…” Kurt said, not sure of what to say to her question. “We used to go to school together.”

“I thought you wented to a boy school with Blaine?” Alyson asked sleepily.

“I went to a school with boys and girls before that.” Kurt explained, smiling at the small “oh” that fell from the little girls’ lips.

Alyson was asleep by the time they got back home, so Kurt took her to bed before collapsing on the sofa, picking up his phone and calling the only person he was certain could help his situation…Santana.

“Hummel!” Santana greeted as per usual.

“Santana,” Kurt said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw Brittany today,” Kurt said, biting his lip. “I was shopping and I dropped my basket because I was carrying Ally at the same time and she helped me pick everything up. I didn’t realise it was her until I looked up and saw her.”

“What? Why is she in New York?”

“I don’t know! That wasn’t exactly the first thing on my mind when I saw her. It was something along the lines of ‘oh my god the girl that I had a baby with in high school is here and said baby is here and oh my god what do I say what do I do.’”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. I just stuttered through everything I tried to say to her, which wasn’t a lot anyway. But that’s not exactly the problem.”

“What’s the problem then?” Santana asked confusedly.

“Ally asked who she was,” Kurt replied. “I just said that we used to go to school together but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if we bump into her again. I can’t exactly be like ‘She’s your mommy, Alyson, but she doesn’t want anything to do with you so you can’t see her.’”

“Who’s my mommy?” A small voice said from the other side of the room.

Kurt froze. Crap crap crap, she was supposed to be asleep!

“Uh, hang on baby,” Kurt said to the little girl, holding his hand out for her as she walked sleepily over to the sofa. “Santana, I have to go…Ally heard me.”

“What are you gonna tell her?” Santana asked.

“I don’t know,” Kurt replied, lifting the three year old onto his lap. “But I need to go.”

“Okay…good luck.”

“Thanks,” Kurt said, hanging up the phone and putting it on the table. “How much did you hear, bubba?”

“I heard you say that someone is my mommy.” Alyson replied, looking up at Kurt with confused blue eyes.

“Um…do you remember the girl that we saw in the shop today?” Kurt asked, Alyson nodding in reply.

“The one with pretty hair.”

“Before I went to Blaine’s school…we had you but she was too scared to have a baby so she moved away and I looked after you.”

“Wasn’t you scared as well?”

“I was,” Kurt said, brushing Ally’s soft brown hair out of her face. “But I knew that you needed a daddy so I looked after you anyway.”

Alyson blinked up at Kurt. “Does she not want to be my mommy?” She asked.

Kurt frowned…how the hell was he supposed to answer that question!?

“It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be your mommy,” Kurt said hesitantly. “But her mommy and daddy didn’t want her to be a mommy, because she was only sixteen. She was sad when they made her move away and she didn’t want to leave you, even though she was scared.”

“I don’t understand,” Alyson said, huffing a little. “Why did you have a baby with a girl if you love boys?”

Kurt laughed a little at her stubborn expression…she was definitely his daughter. “It was an accident, but I’m so happy that it happened because now I have you.”

“What’s my mommy’s name?”

“Her name’s Brittany.” Kurt replied, tucking hair brown hair behind her ear, just as Blaine entered the apartment, clearly sensing that something was going on.

“Will I see her again?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Kurt answered honestly. “But if you want to, then I promise I’ll try and find her for you.”

“Okay.” Alyson said, looking up at Kurt.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before setting her on the floor so that she could go and play.

“Hey,” Blaine said, walking up to the sofa and wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind. “What’s going on?”

“I saw Britt today,” Kurt said, leaning back into his boyfriend. “When we got home I called Santana for…advice or something, I don’t really know, but Alyson woke up and heard me say that Britt was her mom, so I tried to explain everything to her but I don’t think she really got it.”

Blaine pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt’s head, hugging him tighter.

“I felt bad for her. She thought that Britt didn’t want to be her mom, and she looked really sad.”

“You did the best that you could,” Blaine assured him. “At least she knows the truth.”

“I guess.” Kurt sighed, leaning his head back to kiss Blaine.

Alyson went back to school the next day as she was feeling a little better and claimed that she missed Elijah too much to stay at home for an extra day. Kurt just laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, telling her to get Blaine to make her breakfast while he got her clothes ready.

Soon enough, she was warmly dressed in a soft jumper and jeans, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and too-pink trainers on her little feet.

“Ready to go?” Kurt asked the little girl once she finished pulling her backpack on. Alyson nodded, reaching up for Kurt’s hand. He led the three year old outside, smiling when Alyson shouted “bye Blaine!” and waved as they left.

“Why are we walking today, daddy?” Alyson asked as they began their journey to school.

“Because Blaine needs to use the car and he can’t use the car if we’re using it, can he?”

“Nope.” Alyson said, swinging her and Kurt’s arm between them.

When Kurt picked Alyson up from school later that day, she walked out of her classroom with her eyebrows scrunched up and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Hey baby,” Kurt said, kneeling down. “What’s wrong?”

Alyson shook her head, refusing to speak. Sighing, Kurt stood up and offered his hand to the three year old. She stood there for a few moments not moving before she let out tiny whining noise and gave in, putting her tiny hand in Kurt’s.

It wasn’t until later that night when Kurt was sitting with Blaine on the sofa that Alyson came and spoke to him.

“Daddy, I’m confused.” Alyson said, walking over to the sofa, her wavy brown hair bouncing around as she moved.

“Why is that?” Kurt asked, lifting the little girl onto his lap.

“Elijah said that Blaine is my papa and I didn’t know what that meant and he said that people who have two daddies call one of them daddy and the other one papa but most people have mommies and daddies and I can’t have a mommy and a daddy and a papa can I?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine with a confused expression, his boyfriend shrugging in reply. “Um…well…everybody has a mommy and a daddy but some people live with two mommies or two daddies.”

“But that doesn’t make sense!” Ally exclaimed frustratedly, waving her arms about.

“Okay…um…babies can’t be born without a mommy and a daddy, but people like Blaine and I who like people the same as them want to have babies, so they get another mommy to look after their baby until it’s born, and then the baby lives with two daddies, or two mommies. Does that make sense?”

“A little bit…” Alyson said. “So does that mean Blaine is my papa?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine again, but his boyfriend did nothing but smile at him.

“I…uh…”

“Blaine,” Ally said, turning around to face him. “Are you my papa?”

“Sort of,” Blaine said, looking up at Kurt to make sure what he was saying was okay. Judging by the grin that covered Kurt’s mouth, it was more than okay.

“So why do I call you Blaine and not papa?”

“Because I haven’t lived with you since you were born, so you know me as Blaine. You can call me papa if you want to, but you don’t have to.”

“Okay.” Alyson smiled, jumping off of Kurt’s lap and running into her bedroom.

“How do you do that?” Kurt groaned. “Words just come out of your mouth so easily.”

Blaine laughed, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“Was that okay with you?” Blaine asked. “You were smiling, so I just kinda assumed but…”

“Blaine, it was more than okay with me,” Kurt smiled. “You know I think of you as her papa anyway.”

“I love you.” Blaine grinned.

“I love you too.”