February.

Kurt took a sip of champagne and let the bubbly liquid swim around his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it. He rarely allowed himself any alcohol since Penelope's birth, but tonight was a celebration, and he had decided to make an exception. It wasn't like there weren't enough capable hands to take care of his daughter tonight…

He took a quick look around, making sure everything was going wonderfully – old habit, hard to kick off – which was, of course, when Tina found him.

Her wedding dress was voluminous but not in a tacky way. She had chosen a beautiful ivory color instead of traditional white that went great with her skin tone. She looked like a princess, and that made Kurt smile – every woman should be allowed to feel like a princess on their wedding day.

She wrapped an arm around him and squeezed him tightly. “What are you doing, Kurt? You're not here to work tonight. You may have planned the wedding, but you're guest. Enjoy yourself!”

“Oh, I am,” Kurt muttered, sipping a bit more champagne, his eyes fixed on something across the room.

Tina followed his gaze and her face softened. “Oh. Well, isn't that the most adorable thing in the whole world?”

Blaine, dressed in an impeccable black Hugo Boss suit with a black and white polka dot bowtie on the collar of his crisp white shirt, and a red pocket square, was twirling in the dance floor, dancing to some old Beyoncé song, with almost-two-month old Penelope. He was mouthing the words at her in a very exaggerate manner, which Penny followed with big, wide eyes. Her red headband was crooked, and Blaine fixed it without missing a single lyric or step. He was getting very good at this.

“I can't believe you three have matching outfits, I'm about to drop dead with how cute you are,” Tina said, squeezing his arm a little tighter as she squealed.

Penelope's dress was black with white polka dots, and she had a red sweater with buttons shaped as flowers on top of it. Kurt's suit was black, like Blaine's, but with a little texture. He was wearing a red silk tie instead of a bowtie, and a black and white polka dot pocket square.

“Well, Blaine is mostly in workout clothes. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to dress him in a nice suit,” Kurt shrugged as if it was nothing, but the way their outfits combined seemed to scream to the whole room: we're a family. We're here together. We love each other. “And Penny looks cute in everything, so…”

“I still can't believe you have a daughter,” Tina sighed. “Sometimes it feels like high school was yesterday, you know?”

“Thank god it wasn't,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't have had time to work out all that baby fat for today.”

Tina chuckled. She nudged him with her elbow playfully. “So. Any chances that the next wedding we all get together at may be yours?”

Kurt snorted into his glass of champagne. “We haven't been together that long, Tina…” he muttered. Blaine's eyes found his across the room. They smiled at each other, and Blaine used one of Penelope's hands to blow him a kiss. “But I'm starting to think that's very, very possible…”

Kurt found himself with an armful of bride, but soon Tina's brand new husband, Mike, cut in to ask his wife for a dance. Kurt wasn't there on his own for long, though. His father clapped a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

“Hey kiddo. Having fun?”

“Yeah, Dad. You? Did you enjoy dinner? I let the caterers know about your heart condition and they prepared a special menu for you…” Kurt explained, which earned him an irritated look from his dad. “What? I'm just taking care of you!”

“I'm fine, Kurt.” Burt assured him. Then he nodded towards Blaine and Penelope. “I've been talking to him before, while you were changing Penny's diaper. He's a great guy, you know? He loves you an awful lot.”

Kurt smiled brightly, as he watched Blaine dip Penelope at the end of the song and place a kiss on her cheek. “I love him an awful lot, too, Dad.”

“I can see that,” Burt smiled. “I'm glad you found him, Kurt. I'm glad everything worked out the way you deserved it.”

Kurt leaned his head on his father's shoulder for a moment, even though he was slightly taller than him now. “Thanks, Dad.”

“You're welcome. Now, why don't you go dance with your boyfriend and your daughter? Youve been standing here for like an hour, looking around. You're not working tonight, Kurt…”

“I'm a guest, I know,” Kurt interrupted. “Tina just told me the same thing.”

“Well, we know how you get when you're in work-mode,” Burt shrugged.

“I'll go dance in a minute,” Kurt put her champagne glass down on a table nearby. “I kinda like watching them together, you know?”

Burt hummed in understanding. “The poor man has been making heart eyes at you trying to get you to go over for at least three songs now. Put him out of his misery.”

Kurt laughed at that, but nodded. “Okay, I'm going.”

“Good. And save me a dance with Penny, alright? I want to get to hold her as much as I can,” Burt said, his eyes fixed lovingly on his granddaughter.

“I'm sure that won't be a problem. Especially because you can't step on her feet. Carole had to take her shoes off after ten minutes of dancing with you,” Kurt teased, and laughed once again as he ducked to avoid a playful smack from his father.

He waved over his shoulder and walked towards Blaine and Penny, who were still dancing together. Most of the people around them were watching them and cooing, and Kurt could understand their infatuation – he loved it when Blaine danced around with Penelope. Sunday morning dance parties have become sort of a regular thing in Kurt's apartment, after all.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” Kurt asked in a polite voice.

“Why, not at all, sir,” Blaine replied in a silly voice. “My lady Penelope and I were just talking about how this dance would be so much more entertaining with one more partner.”

“Oh, I see,” Kurt said, with a twinkle of bliss in his eyes. “And did lady Penelope have a lot to say?”

“Well, she said she wouldn't accept just anyone to dance with us. She said this man had to be handsome, with beautiful blue eyes…” Blaine said, pretending to examine Kurt as if to see if he fulfilled the conditions. “Kissable lips…”

Kurt gasped. “She said that?”

“Nope, that one's from me,” Blaine said, grinning as he leaned in to press his lips to Kurt's. “And oh, we definitely have a winner.”

Kurt chuckled and wrapped one of his arms around Blaine's shoulders, using his free hand to rub his daughter's back. “Why are you so silly?”

“I don't know. They say falling in love makes people incredibly silly,” Blaine replied, resting his forehead against Kurt's temple as they both looked down at Penny. “And if by silly you mean, happy…” he sighed, and moved to look right into Kurt's eyes. “Then it's because of you two.”

Kurt's heart stuttered in his chest. It seemed to do that a lot around Blaine. Sometimes he just didn't know what to say, how to express all this happiness he had inside, that threatened to make him burst. So he simply kissed Blaine's lips, kissed his daughter's head, and kept dancing.

There was nowhere else he would rather be.

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