Those were the six words that really captured the epitome that was Blaine Andersons life.
He stumbled from the bathroom, half of his tanned yet tired face covered in shaving foam, the other half freshly shaven and now dripping blood onto the white tiles as Blaine moved from the sink toward the kitchen, his eyes blinking rapidly.
The sight that awaited him was definitely not something he’d planned on seeing this early on a Monday morning.
There, over by the stovetop sat a little girl with long black hair, her hazel eyes wide with excitement. She had her purple dressing gown wrapped around her little body, her feet cosy in her sheep slippers. Behind the little girl however, was a frying pan that appeared to be engulfed in flames.

“Holy crap!” Blaine cried as he dropped the razor on the floor before he raced over to the counter, grabbing the little girl around the waist. He turned around and placed her on the floor out of the way before he grabbed the pan and steered it toward the sink, drowning it in water with a few turns of the tap.

“What have I told you about cooking when I’m not around?” Blaine cried as he grabbed the tea towel and batted the air, attempting to get rid of the smell of smoke that hung in the room. The little girl shuffled on her feet and bit her lower lip.

“To not too” the girl whispered and Blaine sighed, looking at the little girl.

“Exactly.” He knelt down in front of her and moved the hair out of her face.

“So why were you?” he asked and the girl blinked.

“I was making you pancakes” she smiled weakly and Blaine chuckled, placing his lips to her tanned forehead.

“Thank you sweetie.” He took a deep breath and stood up, looking around the kitchen. There was pancake batter everywhere, bowls and cups overturned, spoons laying all over the top of the counter.

“I was gone for ten minutes?” he asked in disbelief as the little girl hurried over towards the stools, climbing up onto one, seating herself upright before she spoke.

“It’s 8:15 Daddy” she smiled and Blaine glanced up at the crooked clock hanging on the wall.

“Balls” he hissed, spinning around on his heel, picking up the dropped razor and hurrying back to the bathroom. He dropped the razor in a cup and squeezed a tremendous amount of hair gel into his hands and ran it through his curls. He wiped his hands on a towel before he hurried back into the kitchen and picked up his daughter, throwing her gently over his shoulder, the girl giggling as they raced through the apartment toward her room. Blaine dropped her carefully onto the bed and folded his arms.

“What are we wearing today?” he asked and the little girl shook her head.

“I don’t know!” she cried and Blaine frowned.

“Really? So… we aren’t going to wear the lovely new dress mummy bought?” he asked, holding up the little blue satin dress n front of the girl. She folded her arms across her chest and scrunched up her nose.

“It smells funny.”

“Its called channel number 5.” Blaine sighed and placed the dress on the girl’s bed.

“I’ll be back in five, and I want you dressed so I can do your hair. Understood?” Blaine asked and the girl nodded.

“Deal.”

“Good” Blaine turned on his heel and made to leave, the girl shouting out.

“Daddy!”

“Yes Ava?” he asked and the girl giggled.

“You have stuff on your face” she grinned and Blaine felt his cheek, shaving foam touching his fingers.

“Of course” he nodded and left the room, his heart hammering against his chest. Could he be anymore late? The answer was yes, yes he could.

******

About fifteen minutes later Blaine had his work pants and shirt on, his coat and bag on as well, his daughter in his arms, racing down the stairs.

“Daddy, you didn’t lock the door” Ava cried, Blaine spinning around and jumping back up the stairs, missing two at a time, the little girl laughing in his arms.

“Anderson! Where’s my rent?” a voice cried from down the hall as Blaine locked the old green door, his eyes closing for a moment.

“After work Mr Stevens!” he called, hurrying back down the stairs, Ava playing with his hair.

“It’s sticky” she noted as they flew out of the door and into the busy street, Blaine trying to catch his breath as he dodged in and out of people on their way to work.

“That’s the point honey” he answered as they hurried down the pathway, Ava wrapping her arms around her fathers neck.

“We need a car”

“We need to get you to school, that’s what we need” Blaine answered as he ran across the road, the girl laughing as the breeze played with her hair.

“But if we had a car Daddy, we’d be there faster” she pointed out and Blaine rolled his eyes at his daughter. For a six year old she knew too much for his liking.

“Well take that up with your mother”

“She never visits anymore” Ava sighed and Blaine came to a stop, people cursing as they moved around the pair. Blaine knelt down in front of his daughter and placed a hand to her soft cheek.

“She’s just busy sweetie. She’ll be here in a few weeks for your birthday, you know that” Blaine smiled and Ava shrugged.

“Jimmy Lenard’s says that she never visits, because she doesn’t love me anymore” Ava sighed and Blaine felt his heart split right down the middle

THAT LITTLE SHIT! JIMMY FUCKING LENARD! I WILL KILL THAT FREAKING KID! LITTLE SHIT!

“Sweetie, your mother loves you more than anything else in the world. Jimmy Lenard’s is an idiot. Don’t listen to him” Blaine kissed her forehead and picked her up, the girl hugging him as they walked.

****

They reached the school and Blaine set her down on the floor, kissing the top of her head as she hurried off towards the classroom with the other kids that had swarmed through the gates.

“I’ll see you at 3!” Blaine cried and the little girl waved to him before she hurried inside, Blaine sighing as he watched her go. That was his little girl. She already seemed so mature for her age. He huffed and turned around, walking right into a woman with an abnormally large smile, her eyes looking at if they were about to pop out of her skull at any moment. Blaine leant back and gave a small smile.

“Hello! You must be Mr Anderson!” the woman beamed and Blaine nodded, shaking her extended hand.

“I’m Helena Rigby! Head mom of the mom club here at Francis Gregory Elementary school” she shook Blaine’s hand roughly and he nodded.

“It nice to meet you, I do have to go…”

“Oh, sorry I must be keeping you! It would be lovely to see you at the mothers meeting. We meet every Tuesday afternoon at 5 and just have some coffee and cake and chat a little. Feel free to bring Ava; she’s a lovely little girl. So pretty, just like her Daddy” Helena ran her hand over Blaine’s arm and he swallowed, moving around her, waving his case in the air.

“I’ll try and make it! Nice meeting you!” he cried as he raced away, his eyes wide in fear.

“Crazy woman” he murmured under his breath, walking at a fast pace down the road. He walked for a moment before he grabbed out his phone, dialling a number he’d known since his second day of his freshmen year. It rung for a few seconds before a female voice answered.

“You have five minutes and I’m hanging up” the voice sighed, Blaine not batting an eyelash at the attitude.

“Nice to hear you too Santana.” He sighed, dodging around people as the woman on the phone sighed.

“What do you want Blaine?” she mused and Blaine sighed.

“I want to know when you’re planning on calling up your daughter. You know, the one you gave birth too six years ago? The one who you’ve seemingly forgotten about” Blaine spat and Santana swallowed before she answered.

“I called last week, I’m busy Blaine, and you know that. Don’t preach to me about being a good parent…”

“I’m raising her by my self Santana! We agreed we would both be there for her! It’s been a month since you’ve actually bothered to come and see her…”

“For good reasons!”

“Attending events with your supermodel girlfriend isn’t a good reason.” Blaine sighed and he heard Santana whisper something in Spanish under her breath.

“Fine. I’ll call tonight after I’ve finished dinner with Brit’s family. That good enough for you?” she asked and Blaine crossed the road quickly, hurrying into a familiar building.

“ She has bed at 7:30” Blaine swallowed and Santana swore.

“Lighten up Blaine. You used to be fun. I’ll call don’t worry. And I’ll be there for my little angels birthday don’t you worry. Me and Brit already have her present…”

“You’re bringing Brittany?” Blaine asked as he wondered into the elevator, a young woman already in there. He gave her a small nod as Santana carried on talking.

“Of course. She’s my girlfriend Blaine, and Ava loves her. Look, I’ll be there and it will be great and then we can discuss all the times that I’ll be seeing her then, okay? Right now… I’m a little busy.” Santana sighed and Blaine paused for a moment. He could hear moving in the background and a slight giggle.

“Santana… what the… Santana! Seriously!” he cried and the woman beside him pressed herself against the wall, as far away from his as possible.

“What Blaine?” Santana cried, her breathing a little deeper.

“Are you… you aren’t… oh my god… Stop having sex while I’m on the phone!” Blaine cried and the woman beside him gasping, Blaine’s cheeks turning red as Santana laughed.

“Live a little Hobbit. I’ll call you tonight. I’d let Brit say bye but she’s a little busy right now.” Santana giggled and Blaine snorted.

“Oh, how lovely.” He hung up and huffed, looking to his right where the woman stood, a look of sheer shock on her features.

“Sorry, just the mother of my child… with her girlfriend… we’re not married… she’s a lesbian…. Shut up Blaine” Blaine swallowed and let his cheeks flush a brilliant red as the elevator doors opened, the woman hurrying out as fast as she good.

“Fucking wonderful. Could my day get any worse?”

******

Blaine let his head fall onto the desk in front of him as his assistant stood there in her high heels, her eyes wide.

“Mr Anderson… Do you need me to get you another coffee?” she asked and Blaine raised his hand to silence her.

“No, what I need is for you to get me some people… who don’t argue every time I press the record button.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as the pair in the sound proof room continued to scream at each other. Blaine let his finger slide over the button and he pressed it hard, his voice echoing inside the room.

“We are going to do this one more time. And for the love of all things holy, do not scream at each other, or I will hit you both with my French roll!” Blaine cried and the two looked at him, their eyes un impressed.

The woman in the booth slipped her headphones back on her head and rolled her eyes, the man doing the same.

“Good. From the top in five, four, three…” Blaine trailed off and hit play

They pair began to harmonise and Blaine watched as their eyes were dead set on their lyrics, neither one daring to look at the other. The man began to sing and Blaine rolled his eyes.

“Hey baby wont you look my way, I could be your new addiction”

The woman had her eyes on her lyrics as she sung the next line.

“Hey baby what you gotta say? All your giving me is fiction” she sung pitch perfect but Blaine hit stop, the pair looking up at him angrily.

“What did we do wrong now!” the woman cried and Blaine got up out of his chair and raced down into the booth, the pair glaring at him.

“You don’t have any emotion” Blaine sighed and the man choked.

“Excuse me? I have plenty of emotion…”

“Not with each other you don’t. I didn’t make this song for you because you have a nice voice Mathew. It’s because I know you have emotion. So do you Cassie. Now, face each other, watch each other. Have some freaking fun people!” Blaine cried, moving all the equipment so the pair were now facing each other. They folded their arms as Blaine made his way back to his chair and hit play.

“Hey baby won't you look my way, I can be your new addiction” Mathew gave a small smile and Cassie gave a small smirk.

“Hey baby what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction”

The pair were now smiling as they carried on singing, Blaine grinning from ear to ear as he watched them work. His assistant wondered back into the room.

“I have Simon on the phone. What do you want me to tell him?” she asked and Blaine smiled at her.

“Tell him we have a new hit ready for him right away” Blaine grinned. Finally something in his day was going right.

*****

“Mr Anderson, I’m just reminding you that you have that new opening of the museum on Thursday night at 6pm” Amanda smiled as she passed Blaine, his eyes wide with shock.

“Crap! I forgot about that! I don’t have anyone to look after Ava…”

“All sorted. Miss Berry already called and volunteered taking her for the night. I’ll have a car pick you up at 5:45 sharp” Amanda nodded and Blaine smiled.

“Amanda, you are the best assistant I’ve ever hired” he kissed her cheek and the woman blushed.

“Oh, and I have a guest list on your desk, which includes some potential clients. There will be some new stars there too, Samantha Jade is flying in from Australia for the event and a chance to talk with you about potential song writing, Guy Sebastian, and three fresh new faces; Aristotle Harwood, Kurt Hummel and Yasmine Song” Amanda nodded and Blaine shrugged. He’d heard of all the names that had just been recited to him, yet never met them in person, which was going to be interesting.

“Wonderful. I hope some of them are at least worth a conversation with, most however, turn out to be incredibly boring.” Blaine rolled his eyes and Amanda nodded.

“It appears so. Your lunch is on your desk” She smiled before she wondered away, Blaine sighing. He didn’t like going to formal events. The people were always so stuck up, and it was not the ideal place to meet potential dates. Guess he was going back to dating sites.

********

“Rachel said we can watch a movie together” Ava smiled as she let out a small yawn, the phone held tight in her little hands as she snuggled up beside her Dad. Blaine felt about ready to scream. It was 8:30 and Santana still hadn’t called, and his daughter was finding it hard to stay awake.

“ That sounds great sweetheart, but I think it’s time for bed.” Blaine sighed and Ava sat up, blinking her eyes rapidly.

“I’m not tired Daddy”

“What did I tell you about lying?”

“But Daddy…”

“Ava. Bed time” Blaine said firmly and Ava handed him the phone before she kissed his cheek and hugged him tight.

“Is mummy too busy for me?” she asked quietly and Blaine held her close, closing his eyes. He sat her on his lap and moved the hair out of her eyes.

“ Mummy has work sweetie, but she isn’t too busy to come and see you for your birthday. I called her today and she said she will definitely be here, and so will Brittany” Blaine smiled as his daughter grinned.

“That’s good. I like her”

“I know you do” Blaine sighed and Ava hopped off his lap and stretched.

“We should get a puppy Daddy” she smiled and Blaine laughed.

“No way. No puppies. Maybe a fish” he smiled and Ava smiled.

“I’ll call him Milo” she grinned and Blaine frowned.

“Will he be a brown fish?”

“A brown puppy” Ava smiled before she hurried off to her room, Blaine chuckling lightly to himself. In that moment he had no idea why he worried about his daughter, but then it hit him. She was his little girl, and she was growing up far too fast. He was losing his little angel, and he just couldn’t lose one more person he loved. He stretched and stood up, taking the phone with him. He wondered into Ava’s room and she was already fast asleep, her little arms curled around the pink teddy Santana had sent over last week. He leant down and kissed her cheek before he flicked off the light, the phone starting to ring in his hand. He pressed the answer button as he closed the door.

“Blaine, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get out of the meeting I had, and people are just so damn slow moving out of my way and…”

“You’re late again Santana. She’s asleep.” Blaine sighed and he heard Santana swear.

“I tried Blaine…”

“Trying isn’t good enough. She asked me today if you were too busy for her, and that some boy in her class told her that you don’t love her anymore. I’m running out of excuses for you Santana, and honestly, I can’t be bothered lying for you. Have a nice night” and with that he hung up the phone and through it on the couch. It rung again and Blaine ignored it, walking towards his room, closing the door quietly. He collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes, the phone fading away as he fell to sleep, savouring this small moment of bliss before his alarm would wake him up, and he would once again be hit with the troubles on Tuesday, for which he was more than happy to wait.