Blaine had been partnered with Noah Puckerman, a man who had been a part of the force for 5 years and had yet to keep a partner. Blaine liked his odds though. When he had arrived and found out that he had been partnered with Puckerman, he introduced himself and told him that he was gay upfront. Being gay was part of the reason why he left Ohio in the first place and he was surprised that Puckerman accepted him easily and they had bonded rather quickly. Although Blaine missed his old partner, Wes Montgomery; New York was more his speed and Puck was a great partner to have.

Blaine was currently at his desk at the station, working on his paperwork when his partner's phone rang on his desk. Puck, who had been lounging in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, leant forward, snatching the phone off of its cradle and lying back in his chair again.

"This is Puckerman," he greeted the unknown person on the other end. Puck suddenly smiled brightly. "Porcelain! What can I do for you?" Blaine looked up at Puckerman in confusion. "Yeah, no worries. See you later."

Puck swung his feet off the desk and put the phone back in its cradle. "Blaine," he grinned. "We are going for a ride."

"Who was that?" Blaine asked, tossing his pen down and grabbing his jacket.

"A mate of mine," Puck answered, swinging his jacket around him and grabbing the keys to the squad car. The two of them walked quickly out of the bull pen and round to the garage where the cars were parked.

"Where are we going?" Blaine inquired, sliding into the passenger side.

Puck slid behind the wheel and started the engine. "We're going to a school," he grinned and pulled out into the traffic.

"A school?" Blaine echoed, confused.

"Got to pick up my mates kid," Puck explained. "He can't get off work in time."

"You do this often?" Blaine asked.

"Not too often. Only if he can't get anyone else to pick her up, like Quinn," Puck answered. Quinn was Puckerman's wife of three years and the two of them were expecting a baby. Blaine had met her a couple of times and she was beautiful. "He doesn't like her spending too much time at the station."

Blaine nodded in understanding. A police department was not a place for children to be hanging out.

It didn't take them long to get to the school and Puck pulled to a stop. The two of them jumped out and Puck led the way into the school. The school hallways were empty; students still in classes and Blaine noticed that Puck was leading them to the kindergarten area.

He knocked on the door and the two of them went in. A woman with red hair and wide, doe-like eyes looked at them in confusion.

"Hello Miss Pillsbury," Puck grinned easily. "We're here to pick up Paige."

Emma smiled in understanding. "Of course," she said. Blaine smiled when a little girl with long chestnut brown hair that fell in waves down her back came running up to them. She launched herself into Puck's waiting arms and he made a show of grunting as he picked her up.

"NOAH!" Paige cried.

"Ha, your dad told you to call me that didn't he?" Puck asked and the little girl grinned and giggled.

Puck set her down and she bounced on her feet. "We did finger painting today," Paige gushed and he grinned. Emma smiled at them from the sidelines.

"I can't wait to see it. Why don't you grab your stuff," Puck suggested and Paige took off running to grab her little back pack. Emma helped her with her things and she came sprinting back. "See you later, Emma," Puck smiled.

"Bye Noah," Emma replied, eyes twinkling with mischief and Puck scowled.

"Who's this?" Paige asked, looking at Blaine and taking Puck's hand.

"This is my partner," Puck introduced. "His name is Blaine."

"Hi," Blaine grinned.

"Are you Puck's boyfriend?" Paige asked and Puck laughed loudly while Blaine spluttered.

"I'm married to Quinn, remember?" He chuckled. "Blaine's my work partner."

"Oh. Oops," Paige giggled. She turned to Blaine. "Are you married?"

"Ah, no, I'm not," Blaine chuckled.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked as they walked to the car.

"No, no girlfriend," Blaine answered her question.

"He likes boys," Puck piped up and Blaine turned to him with wide eyes. "Just like your dad."

"Can we get ice cream?" Paige asked as Puck opened the back door.

"Oh, no. The last time I gave you ice cream, your dad got mad at me," Puck said, helping her with the seat belt. "No way am I getting in trouble again." Puck shut the door and jogged around the driver's seat. Blaine slid into his seat and they melted into the traffic.

Paige hummed in the back, looking out the window. When they got to the station, Blaine helped her out of the car and took her back pack. She took Puck's hand and they headed to the bull pen. It was clear to Blaine that she had been here many times as she was greeted happily by the other officers.

He placed the pink back pack on the desk and watched as the little girl went to the wall of the fallen and touch one of the pictures. Blaine read the plague; John Hummel-Smith. He frowned but the little girl already moved away and was greeting the goofy Finn Hudson. He came wondering over with her and greeted them.

"How was school?" Finn asked.

"We did finger painting," Paige gushed.

"Awesome," Finn beamed.

"I have an idea. Why don't we do some finger printing?" Puck suggested and Paige grinned.

"Yes! Can we? Can we? Can we?" Paige bounced on her toes and Blaine chuckled.

"Blaine, go get us some ink and some paper," Puck instructed and Blaine hurried to comply. When he got back, Paige was sitting on the desk, ready to go. The two of them carefully rolled each finger over the ink pad and Paige tapped the page with her inky fingers, giggling as her fingerprints turned up on the paper.

"Do yours too," Paige grinned at Blaine and he happily complied, "You two, Uncle Finn." He chuckled and did his as well.

"That had better come off," said a soft, high voice behind them and Blaine turned, his jaw dropping. Behind him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was tall and lean with beautiful pale skin and chestnut brown hair that was styled perfectly. He was wearing tight jeans, boots and a white shirt with a button up vest over the top.

"Don't worry Porcelain, it does," Puck grinned and Blaine now understood this was Puck's friend.

"Daddy!" Paige cried and the man stepped forward, kissing her forehead, careful to avoid her inky hands.

"Here," Blaine said, grabbing the wipes he had picked up when he got the ink pad and wiped Paige's hand clean. She beamed as he wiped them and he grinned back.

"This is Blaine Anderson," Puck introduced, "My work partner. Blaine, this is my mate, Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you," Kurt smiled, holding out his hand. Blaine went to shake it but saw his own inky fingers.

"Uh – sorry," Blaine grinned sheepishly. "It's nice to meet you, too."

Kurt chuckled softly and withdrew his hand. "Thanks for picking her up," Kurt said to Puck.

"No worries," Puck assured him, clapping him on the shoulder. "But get her to call me Noah one more time and I'll have your ass in jail."

Kurt just smirked and holy crap if that wasn't hot. "I make no promises."

"Dude," Finn said and Kurt rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Rachel's throwing a party this weekend. You're all invited. Can you come?"

"Daddy, can we go?" Paige pleaded and Kurt chuckled.

"We'll be there," Kurt assured Finn and both Paige and Finn grinned and clapped their hands.

"Awesome," Finn beamed. "Blaine, Puck?"

"I'll be there," Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, we should be there," Puck agreed and Finn pumped the air with his fist.

"Alright, we have to get home," Kurt said, picking up Paige's back pack and helping his daughter off the desk.

"Bye Uncle Finn. Bye Puck. Bye Blaine," Paige bade them all goodbye and they returned the farewell.

"Bye," Kurt nodded at them all, took Paige's hand and walked out of the station.

"She's adorable," Blaine grinned, turning back to the others.

"Yeah, she is," Puck agreed.

"You and Kurt are brothers?" Blaine asked Finn.

"Yeah – well step brothers," Finn amended, "Right back from High School. Puck, Kurt and I went to the same high school."

"That's cool," Blaine nodded. "Why does the name Hummel sound familiar?"

"Kurt has his own clothing line," Puck answered.

"Wow," Blaine breathed in awe.

"And his husband used to work here," Puck continued, his voice low, and Blaine frowned. He turned to the wall of the fallen and his eyes widened. Paige had touched the photo of John Smith-Hummel.

"How long ago?" Blaine murmured.

"Two years ago," Finn answered softly.

"I'm sorry," Blaine winced.

"It's OK," Finn assured him, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's get this paper work finished so we can get home," Puck said, falling back down into his seat. Blaine sat down too, Finn wondering off to his own desk, and pulled his files towards him.

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Kurt strapped Paige into the car and slipped into the front. He listened to his daughter talk about her day and all the painting they had done. Kurt smiled and listened attentively. When they got home Paige pulled out her paintings and showed them to Kurt, who gasped over them dramatically.

"Want to put them on the fridge?" He asked.

"Yes!" Paige cried and dashed to the kitchen. She struggled to reach the magnets so Kurt helped her out. They stepped back to admire the work and Paige nodded, satisfied.

While she unpacked her bag, Kurt took a moment to reflect. He knew of Puck's new partner, but he hadn't met him yet. Kurt would be lying if he didn't find Blaine attractive. With his olive skin, black curls that were gelled down and his charming smile, there was no denying that Blaine was attractive.

Kurt bit his lip. He knew he shouldn't feel guilty about thinking of other men. John had been gone for two years now but Kurt couldn't help it. He shook his head and focused on Paige, who was now trying to grab his attention.