I walked up the stairs slowly to our upper level condo, already knowing that there's going to be a fight and not just with Noah, but myself. What the hell was I doing? I love Noah, there's no doubting that. It's just spending all that time with Kurt tonight brought back all these feelings that I thought I was over with but I guess I wasn't. I don't know, maybe teenage Blaine was trying to fight his way to the surface. I can't let him win, I have a child with Noah. We're a family, that's got to mean more than some silly feelings I'm having now, while I'm under the influence mind you. I put my key into the lock and slowly opened the door. It was pitch black and I stumbled around trying not to turn on any lights. I used the light from my cell phone to put my things away. That's when I saw the text from Kurt.


Kurt: I had so much fun tonight Blaine. I can't believe how much I missed you. It felt just like we were back in high school. Anyway, I'll talk to you soon. Nighty night. Xoxo.

Xoxo. Wow. I can't deal with that right now. One thing at a time. Maybe Noah won't wake up and I'll be ok until the morning. I tiptoed down the hallway and that's when I noticed a small beam of light coming from Lizzie's room, she must have had a nightmare. As I got closer I heard Noah singing in her room. I stopped just outside and turned my phone off so she wouldn't see it. That's when I heard him.


Baby mine, dont you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.

Little one when you play,
dont you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine.


I stood there and listened to him finish the song, I felt the tears run down my cheeks. He used to sing that to her when she was a baby. He'd stay up all night rocking her and singing that song. I can't believe how wrong I was to stay out all night, when the only person I really love is the father to my child. The man that would never leave us behind and the man that stole my heart. I love him so much. I heard footsteps leave her bed and I backed away and stepped into our room. I sat on the bed just as he came in.


“I'm sorry.” I whispered.


He shut the door and walked right past me. He turned around when he was near our bathroom. “Well, the fact that you're three and half hours late and your crying, I don't really have to ask why.” He went to walk into the bathroom. But I got up and grabbed his arm. Oh gawd, he thinks I cheated.

“No.” He turned to me. “I didn't do anything, I swear. I'm sorry I'm late and the reason I'm crying is I heard you singing to Lizzie.” I exhaled and sat on the bed, I felt more tears coming down. “I love you.” He just stood there. “Yah, I felt things tonight maybe they were old feelings trying to creep back, maybe new ones trying to be built, I don't know. But I do know that you're the love of my life. You're the father of our child and I don't want to be anywhere but here.”


He looked to the floor, “I understand. It's Kurt right. You're first love and you're firsts of a lot of things.”

I stood up in front of him and took his hands, “But I want you to be all the lasts.”

I could see tears swell in his eyes. “I want that too.” Then he kissed me and we stood like that for a while.

“Can we go to bed now?” I asked. He nodded and I undressed as he climbed in. I climbed in and he shut the lamp off. We laid there looking at each other. “I really do love you Noah. You have no idea how much.”

“I do. It's just as much as I love you.” I snuggled into him. “Oh, did you happen to tell him about me yet?”

“No,” I whispered into his chest. “Not exactly. He knows you're name and that we met in school, although I think he thinks college.” I felt him nod. “I will though.” I felt him bring me closer into him and I took that as a sign to fall into a deep sleep. I'll deal with the whole Kurt thing tomorrow, as for tonight, I'm home.


The next morning, Lizzie woke us up by jumping on the bed. “Waffle Saturday.”

I smiled, even though I had a slight headache. I heard Noah groan from under the cover.

“Go back to bed.” Noah said.

“No, dad. It's waffle Saturday. Get up get up get up get up.” Still jumping. I sat up.

“Baby, can you please not jump on the bed.” She sat down.

“It's waffle Saturday”

I smiled and kissed her rosy bed cheek, “I know. Tell dad to get up. I'm going to the bathroom.” I got up and went to the bathroom. I heard Noah and Lizzie having a small chat through the door and then I heard Lizzie laughing. I walked back out and Noah was tickling her.

“Its daddy's turn to take over, dad needs to use the bathroom.”

He got up and kissed me as he walked past. “Ok little girl. Let's go get everything ready.”

She ran out the door and headed for the kitchen. I have to admit I love waffle Saturday too. We do it one Saturday a month. She gets to pick which one of course. By the time I got to the kitchen she was already in the bottom cupboard grabbing the waffle mix. I went to the top cupboard and grabbed the waffle maker. Noah came back into the kitchen, still shirtless.

I looked at him, “Now I really love waffle Saturday.”

He smiled, “Eh, the kitchen always gets so hot.”

Lizzie looked at her dad, “Dad!”

He scooped her up and swung her around like an airplane. He put her back down. “What kind are we having this time?”

“Strawberry.”

“Sounds yummy.”

I grabbed the mix and put all the ingredients in the bowl. “Ready to mix?”

She ran up and hopped on the chair I had moved to the counter. She went crazy. Powder was flying everywhere and batter ended up in my hair. The best part is is that I end up having to mix a new batch altogether because so much of it ends up, well, everywhere but in the bowl.

“There.” She stopped and clapped her hands together. “All done.”

I smiled, “Great. Why don't you go find some morning cartoons and dad is going to help daddy finish the waffles.”

“Okay.” Then she ran into the living room.

I exhaled then turned to Noah, “How bad do I look?”

He shrugged, “You look delicious.” Then he laughed.

I rubbed the flour off my face that landed there.

*knock knock knock*

“Was that the door?” I asked as I looked towards the front door.

“I think it was the t.v.”

I nodded then turned back to the counter. That's when I heard Lizzie shouting.

“Dad, there's someone here.”

Noah left the room first and I followed shortly after. When I got into the hallway by the door my jaw almost hit the floor. There was Lizzie standing at the door, in front of Kurt and Noah with no shirt on and then there's me, picking batter out of my hair.

Kurt's mouth hung open for a bit and his hands were up dramatically, “N..N..Noah? Puckerman? Dad?” He closed his mouth and Lizzie looked at Noah.

“Dad is he ok?”

Noah looked at her, “Uh, he's fine baby. Why don't you go back to your cartoons?”

“Ok,” She looked at Kurt again with a weirded out face then went back into the living room.

“Kurt,” Noah said. “Why don't you come in?”

He just stood there, “Uh.”

“Kurt get in here.” Ah, old school Puckerman intimidation, but it worked he came in slowly and looked around until his eyes settled on me.

“Blaine, I'm still drunk right?”

I smiled, “No, I don't think so. Come.” I pointed towards the kitchen and he followed me there, Noah coming in after him. “Sit down Kurt.” I pointed to a chair at the kitchen bar.
He kept looking around like he was dreaming and trying to figure out when he was going to wake up.

“Blaine.”

I sat down across from him and Noah sat next to me. “Wanna stay for waffle Saturday?” He asked.

“What?” He asked. “What the hell is going on?”

“Well,” I started. “This is Noah. My partner.” I half smiled.

It looked like he was going to start talking then he didn't. Then after a few seconds of silence Kurt turned to Noah. “You're straight?”

“You have an extremely high voice. What's your point?”

I smacked his arm, “Really?”

He shrugged, “Look Kurt. I don't know what happened.”

He looked so confused, “How? When did you? Why did you? Oh my gawd, I'm going to be sick.” He put his head down.

“Don't be such a drama queen. Look Blaine moved in with me after you moved on with some dude Adam and one drunk night things happened then they happened more, now we're here. Five years later, with a baby.”

I looked at Kurt, he had raised his head when Noah mentioned Adam. “Kurt, I moved to L.A after I found out about Adam and Noah needed a roommate. One drunk night did happen but I think it was more than just the beer. Well, it obviously was.”

“But you're straight. You're a whore.” Kurt said looking at Noah.

“Hey.” Noah said. “I was a whore. I'm loyal.”

He still looked confused, “But…but you're straight.”

“I don't dig labels man. Love is love.”

“Love.” Kurt repeated. This isn't going so well. “I should go.” He stood up and began to walk to the door.

“Kurt.” I followed him and stopped him at the door. Noah didn't follow. “Can we maybe go talk about this?”

“I, uh, I just need to…..I need time to process.”

I nodded, “OK, please don't run away. I really really want to be friends again. I do miss you”

He nodded, “I miss you too. I just can't……..I can't be here right now. I'll call you.” Then he left.

I closed the door slowly then slumped against it and sat on the floor. He needs to understand. I need him to understand. I let my head fall against the door with a ‘thunk'. Noah came around the corner and knelt down in front of me.

“Well, that went well.”

I just gave him a look.

“Look, we both knew he would freak out. I was kind of insulted by the ‘whore' thing but, just give him time.”

I nodded, “I know, and if I know Kurt he'll understand. It'll take some time but he'll get there.”

“Like Dave Karofsky.” I nodded again. “I'm going to go finish the waffles.” He stood up. “Why don't you go grab a bath? We'll wait for you.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “Go. I'll watch t.v with Lizzie.”

I stood up and put my arms around him, “Thank you for being so understanding. I love you.”

“Love you too.” He kissed my cheek and slapped my ass as I walked towards the bathroom. I need him to understand.