Chapter Nine:  Never Had a Mommy Before

Monday July 14, 2014

When Kurt was young, time passed by slowly. The weekdays would drag on until it was finally Friday. The year would crawl by until Christmas came. That changed with Aly’s birth. Now time passed in the blink of an eye. It seemed like yesterday when the nurse was wrapping Aly in a blanket and putting her in his arms when it reality it had been three years. That is how a month came to pass since Kurt and Aly moved in with Blaine.

Kurt was bent over the engine of a Toyota Corolla, humming to himself while he worked. He was so focused on his work that he didn’t hear the bell sound signaling someone had entered the shop.

“Porcelain!”

Kurt jumped, hitting his head on the hood of the car.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, backing away from the car while holding his head with one hand. He looked down at his visitor in astonishment. “Santana, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m doing here. Do you get your rocks off making angels cry or is there another reason Brittany is so upset?” Santana Lopez demanded. The Latina had clearly not lost her attitude in the past two years.

Santana had not changed much since their high school days. Her ebony hair hung down to just below her shoulder and her brown eyes were just as intense as when Kurt had first met her. She stood with her arms crossed and one hip cocked. No, not even the stress of being head cheerleader at the University of Louisville while taking an accelerated path to her bachelor’s degree in physical education had changed Santana.

“What are you talking about, Satan?” Kurt quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“You told Brittany you would ask Aly if she wanted to see her,” Santana reminded him, poking him in the chest with one finger.

“Oh,” Kurt said softly, taking a step back to put distance between them. “I forgot.”

"You forgot? How the hell did you forget something like that?” Santana exploded, throwing her hands in the air.

“My apartment got broken into a few days after Brit came by,” Kurt told her. “Everything got pushed out of my mind.”

“Oh my God, is Aly okay?” Santana asked, her face softening.

“Of course she’s okay. Don’t you think I would have called Brittany if she wasn’t?” Kurt asked, rolling his eyes.

“So you’ll call her if Aly is hurt but if she wants to see her child-”

“My child,” Kurt cut her off, putting one hand on his chest. “Aly is my daughter.”

“And Brittany’s. It takes two, Kurt,” Santana replied.

“Brittany is Aly’s mother, but she is not her parent. She gave birth to her and then signed her rights away. Showing up three years later doesn’t make her a parent. It takes a hell of a lot more than that to be a parent, Santana,” Kurt said.

“Then why did you give Brittany false hope?” Santana asked viciously.

“I didn’t,” Kurt replied with a sigh. “If Aly wants to see Brittany, I’m not going to stop her. But Brittany doesn’t have a right to see Aly. If Aly says no then that’s it. I’m only going to ask her once.”

“But you are going to ask her?”

“Of course I am. I’m not going to keep Aly from her mother, not if she wants to see her. Is that all? I have to get back to work.”

“Fine. This is where we’re living now,” Santana said, reaching into her pocket and giving Kurt a piece of paper with an address written on it.

“I’ll call Brittany after I’ve talked with Aly,” Kurt said, taking the paper from her.

Santana nodded brusquely before striding out of the garage. Kurt sighed. He had intended on speaking to Aly but the break-in had wiped the entire thing completely out of his mind. And now he couldn’t wait to ask her, not when not knowing was tearing Brittany up inside. Kurt would have to ask her. Tonight.

“Was that-” Burt began to ask as he walked out of his office.

“Santana Lopez? Yeah, that was her,” Kurt interrupted with a heavy sigh.

“What did she want?” Burt questioned.

“With the break-in and everything I completely forgot about Brittany. She’s upset,” Kurt said guiltily.

“Hey, that’s completely understandable. You’ve had a big change in the past month. Brittany will understand. But I wouldn’t wait any longer to talk to Aly,” Burt said, clasping Kurt’s shoulder.

“I know. I’m not going to.” Kurt’s phone rang. He dug his cell out of his pocket, smiling when he saw Blaine’s picture on the screen. “It’s Blaine.”

“Take it in the office,” Burt told him as he walked off to the other side of the garage.

“Hey, you,” Kurt answered the call.

“Hey, babe. I’m getting out of here early. Do you want me to pick Aly up from daycare?” Blaine asked.

“Sure,” Kurt replied, glad they had thought to buy a second car seat to keep in Blaine’s Mercedes.

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked, noting something was off in Kurt’s voice.

“Santana, Brittany’s girlfriend just came by. Brittany’s upset because I haven’t given her an answer yet,” Kurt told him as he collapsed into the chair behind his father’s desk.

“But you haven’t talked to Aly yet,” Blaine reminded him.

“I know. I’m going to tonight,” Kurt answered.

“Are you sure?” Blaine asked.

“No, but I have to,” Kurt replied. “It’s not fair to Brittany to keep her waiting, even if it wasn’t intentional. If Aly wants to see her mother, I’m not going to stop her. And by not asking her, I’m stopping her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to see her?” Blaine inquired.

“Then I tell Brittany. Either way, it’s going to be what Aly wants and no one else,” Kurt vowed.

“You know, you’re an amazing father.”

Kurt blushed at the compliment.

“No, really, you are,” Blaine said. “You would do anything to make Aly happy, even if it makes you unhappy. I wish my own father had been more like you.”

“Honestly, it’s not as selfless as it seems. If Aly is happy, then I’m happy. So technically by making her happy I’m making myself happy,” Kurt replied, causing Blaine to laugh.

“So humble,” Blaine said lovingly. “Well I’m going to go get Aly and we’ll see you at home.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kurt hung up, leaning his head back against the chair. He didn’t know what Aly’s answer would be regarding her mother, but he had to be okay with it either way. He just had to.

KAB

“Aly, Daddy needs to talk to you,” Kurt said, drawing his daughter’s attention away from the TV later that evening. Blaine was in the kitchen fixing dinner which left Kurt and Aly alone in the living room. “Do you remember what I told you about your mommy?”

“Yep. She wibs in ‘tucky,” Aly answered.

“That’s right, angel. She did live in Kentucky. But now she lives here again. If its okay with you, she wants to see you,” Kurt told her.

“My mommy does?” Aly asked.

“She does,” Kurt confirmed.

“Okay,” Aly replied simply.

“Okay? You want to see her,” Kurt asked.

“Yup. I never had a mommy before,” Aly answered.

“Okay. I’ll call her after supper. Come here, sweet girl,” Kurt said, pulling Aly onto his lap. She curled against her father’s chest, returning her attention to the TV.

Kurt fought back his tears. Fear overwhelmed him but he pushed it away. This was what Aly wanted. He just didn’t want to lose his daughter.