"Did you get Blaine's number?" Quinn asked, polishing off a second serving of cake; her pregnancy was giving her cravings.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, eyebrows raised.

"His number," Quinn repeated. "We all saw you two hitting it off at the barbeque."

"No, I didn't get his number," Kurt told them.

"Why not?" Brittany asked. Kurt sighed. He so didn't want to hear this.

"Look, Johns been dead for two years now," Santana said bluntly and Kurt felt as if he had been slapped. "It's time for you to be happy again."

"We get it Kurt," Tina said, her voice brimming with sympathy. "You lost someone you love. But you have to move on. We just want you to be happy again."

"How could any of you," Kurt snarled, "understand what I am going through? Last time I checked, most of you were happily married and have boyfriends or girlfriends. You have no idea what it's like and I want you all to butt out." Kurt stood, shoving his chair back and stalked out of the cafe without a backwards glance.

The girls sighed and leant back in their chairs. "Well, that went well," Rachel huffed. "He so closed off."

"He's grieving," Mercedes pointed out.

"I know he's upset," Santana sighed. "But really, he's acting like a nun."

"Has he even been on a date since John died?" Quinn asked.

"One," Mercedes answered, "just the one date."

"When?" The girls gasped, clearly having not having heard of this.

"A year after John's death. Went on a date, they fooled around," Mercedes said, "Kurt turned up on my door step with Paige and spent the night crying his eyes out."

The girls bit their lips. Kurt hadn't had the best childhood and finding John had been a blessing. They were so in love and it was the happiest that anyone had ever seen Kurt.

"We have to help him," Rachel continued. "I want to see my brother-in-law happy again."

"How, though?" Tina asked.

"We need to get the boys in on this," Rachel decided and Santana rolled her eyes.

"That's a good idea," Santana mumbled and Rachel glared at her.

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Kurt was furious. He stalked down the street in a huff, tears burning his eyes. How dare they? They didn't know what it was like, to be a happy family one day and then all alone the next, raising a little girl by himself. They didn't know anything.

Kurt rounded the corner and crashed into someone, hard. He fell to the ground with a thud, grazing his hands.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," said an all too familiar voice. "Are you OK?" Kurt looked up and found Blaine's worried face hovering over his. Blaine's eyes grew wide as he recognized him. "Kurt!"

"I'm OK," Kurt mumbled. Blaine helped him up and Kurt gazed at his hands. They were bleeding slightly and he sighed.

"I'm so sorry Kurt," Blaine apologized. "Here." He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped Kurt's hands, Kurt wincing as it stung. "Is everything OK – have you been crying?"

Kurt looked up sharply and realized that he had a tear running down his cheek. He looked away, embarrassed. "I'm fine. It's nothing," Kurt tried to reassure him.

"It's not nothing," Blaine said softly. "Can I help at all?"

Kurt shook his head. Why does he have to be so nice?

"Do you need a lift anywhere?" Blaine asked.

"No, my work is a couple of blocks away," Kurt smiled softly.

"I'll walk you," Blaine grinned and gently released Kurt's hand. The two started walking and Kurt cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, I was checking out a lead," Blaine shrugged. "There was a robbery nearby. Puck got hungry and sent me out to get something."

Kurt chuckled. "Sounds like Puck. He make you get things often?"

"He tries too," Blaine grinned, happy to have Kurt smiling again. "Usually we thumb wrestle for it. I'm double jointed in my thumb so I win most of the time. Puck doesn't understand how I do it."

Kurt laughed again and Blaine committed the sound to memory. "Puck prides himself on his thumb wrestling skills," Kurt giggled.

"How's Paige doing?" Blaine asked as they turned another corner.

"She's good," Kurt smiled, thinking of his little girl. "She loves kindergarten. She never wants to leave."

Blaine chuckled. "That's a good thing isn't it? I mean, I know I loved kindergarten."

Kurt nodded, smiling. "It is a good thing."

"She's four?" Blaine guessed.

"Yes," Kurt smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you – er – have her?" Blaine asked, blushing.

"Adoption," Kurt answered. "Umm, John, he was adopted and he wanted to give a child a home like someone gave him one."

"That's really sweet," Blaine smiled.

"That was John," Kurt murmured and he felt the traitorous tears welling up again. He sniffed, trying to conceal it but Blaine heard him.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," Blaine said hastily.

"No," Kurt shook his head. "It's not that. I was having a good day and then lunch happened and we had a fight and I was so angry."

Blaine was sure he was missing several key pieces of information but ignored it. "I'm sorry," Blaine winced.

"No," Kurt smiled softly at him. "I'm just not the best of company today."

"Nonsense," Blaine grinned. "It's nice to talk about something other than football."

Kurt let out a watery chuckle. "They tend to go on about it a lot, don't they?"

"Just a bit," Blaine agreed. "I'm a football fan but you know, I have other interests too."

"Like what?" Kurt asked as they continued to walk.

"Fashion – although clearly not as much as you – Vogue, music," Blaine told him.

"Seems we have something in common," Kurt smiled and Blaine grinned. "This is me." They stopped in front of a tall building and Blaine nodded.

"Very nice," he nodded his approval and Kurt chuckled. "It was nice seeing you Kurt and I'm sorry for knocking you down," Blaine apologized again.

"It's OK. I think you may have saved my day," Kurt smiled and Blaine bounced on his feet like an excited puppy.

"I hope the rest of your days goes well, Kurt," he said.

"You too, Blaine," Kurt smiled. He squeezed Blaine's hand and headed inside the building.

Blaine walked back the way he came, heading back to where the robbery had occurred.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Puck grumbled, "And why do you have no food?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I bumped into Kurt – literally – and walked him back to his office."

Puck grinned widely and raised his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. "Ask him out, did ya?" He asked, smirking.

"No," Blaine frowned. "He was upset. Had a fight with someone."

Puck frowned at this. "He say who?" He asked.

"No and I didn't want to pry," Blaine answered.

Puck gave him a searching look. "You're a good guy, Blaine."

"Thanks," he replied, slightly confused.

"I think you and Kurt would be good together," Puck commented and Blaine quickly averted his eyes.

He would be lying if he hadn't thought of Kurt that way. He was beautiful, funny, witty, smart. He was a family man and Blaine wanted a family one day. On paper, Kurt was perfect and in person, he was beyond the realms of perfection. He just didn't know if he was what Kurt needed right now.

"Alright, we're all done here," Puck continued and Blaine nodded. The two of them headed back to the squad car and headed back to the station. As they walked into the bullpen, Blaine glanced at the wall of the fallen, gazing at the picture of John Hummel-Smith.

He was handsome man, smiling brightly. Blaine turned his gaze away and sat down on his desk, pulling out the file on the robbery.

"Alright partner," Puck said, "time to brainstorm."

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Kurt was surprised that the rest of his day went well and he managed left work early to pick up Paige. She greeted him happily as always, hugging his leg.

"Hey sweetie," Kurt smiled. "Did you have a good day?"

"Uh huh. We learnt a new song! Three Blind Mice!" Paige gushed.

"Wow. You'll have to sing it for me later," Kurt beamed and Paige nodded. "Go grab your things," he instructed and Paige skipped off.

"She did really well today," Emma said, coming up to him.

"Did she? That's good," Kurt smiled.

"She has wonderful manners, too," Emma smiled and Kurt beamed.

"I'm glad," he chuckled. Paige came skipping back to them, backpack in place. "Ready to go?" Kurt asked and Paige nodded.

"Bye Miss Emma," she grinned.

"Bye Paige," Emma smiled brightly and they headed out, Kurt holding Paige's hand.

The two of them headed home, Paige singing Three Blind Mice to Kurt as they drove. Her voice was beautiful and clear, very strong for her age.

"Well done sweetie," Kurt grinned and Paige beamed with pride.

They got home and Kurt fixed Paige something to eat. He settled on the couch with her and put on a Disney movie. They watched Aladdin and sung along with the songs.

"I want a magic carpet," Paige pouted and Kurt laughed. He kissed her cheek and stood up, stretching.

"Me too," He grinned. "I have to do some work. Why don't you go play with your toys?"

Paige nodded and slipped off the couch, running to her room. Kurt collected his sketch book and his pencils and settled at the table. He was soon joined by Paige and her colouring book. Kurt smiled and watched Paige colour for a while before turning his attention back to his designs.

His phone rang and he saw that it was Rachel calling. He ignored it, not wanting to speak to her just at the moment. He was still angry at them for pushing him. It's not like he didn't want to be happy again; he did. But it wasn't just him he was being happy for. Paige was a part of the equation – a huge part. Whatever he did, she felt the consequences of. He couldn't afford to throw himself around like he didn't matter because he did, and Paige mattered, too. He couldn't be selfish. His daughter was now at the age where she would start getting attached to people and he couldn't bring himself to break her heart as well as his own.

His phone rang again and he ignored it once more. He didn't want to spoil his evening.