"Did you sleep well?" Kurt asked, voice laced with sleep.

Blaine jumped and blushed. "You're awake?" He asked.

"Hmmm," Kurt smiled, not opening his eyes.

"I slept really well," Blaine answered his question. "Did you?"

Kurt rolled in Blaine's arms and opened his eyes, smiling at him. "I did. Best sleep I've had in a while."

Blaine smiled and leant down to kiss Kurt. Kurt sighed happily and kissed him back lightly, shivering as Blaine's hands travelled up and down his chest, palming the toned muscles. Kurt pressed himself closer and slid his tongue against Blaine's. They kissed languidly before pulling away softly.

"You OK?" Blaine asked, noticing that Kurt was biting his lip.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous," he admitted. "It's stupid."

"No, it's not," Blaine assured him gently. "It's not. What are you nervous about?"

"I'm scared," Kurt whispered and Blaine swallowed.

"About what?"

"You, how I feel," Kurt listed and Blaine just held him. "I haven't felt anything like this since I met John and I didn't think I would. It scares me."

"You don't have to be scared, Kurt," Blaine said softly, stroking Kurt's hair. "I really like you and I don't want to do anything to hurt you or Paige."

"I have to think of Paige. She comes first, Blaine. She always will," Kurt informed him.

"I know she will," Blaine nodded. "You'll both come first to me."

"You know, I never thought I would have any of this," Kurt sniffed, clutching Blaine tightly. "When I met John, I had no idea what I was doing and then we were married and had a little girl and then he was torn away from me," Blaine rubbed Kurt's back, listening patiently, "and then I met you and I still have no idea what I'm doing and I'm raising a little girl all by myself and I'm terrified."

"You scare me, too," Blaine admitted and Kurt looked at him with wide eyes.

"I do?"

"Of course you do. Kurt, you are so amazing. You're raising this little girl by yourself, you're a successful designer," Blaine listed. "You amaze me and I've never felt like this way about anyone before." Kurt looked at him with wide eyes that sparkled with emotion. Blaine reached out and stroked his cheek softly. "I want to learn everything about you, Kurt, and everything about Paige."

"I want that too," Kurt whispered. "Is this – is this moving too fast?"

"If you think so then we can slow down," Blaine assured him. "But I don't think we are."

Kurt nodded and lightly traced a finger over Blaine's arm. They froze as they heard scratching at the door and the door handle turn. Kurt looked over his shoulder, watching the door open and Paige came wondering in, looking ruffled from her sleep.

"Morning, Daddy," she beamed and scrambled to get on the bed. Kurt helped her up and she crawled into his arms. She locked eyes with Blaine and her pupils widened. "Blaine!" She squealed and leant over to place a wet kiss on his cheek. "Did you have a sleep over with Daddy?"

"I did," Blaine beamed and Kurt beamed, thankful that she was taking this so well.

"Yay!" Paige squealed. "Daddy, can we have pancakes for breakfast?"

"I dunno," Kurt teased. "Have you been good?"

"Uh huh, I've been super good," Paige nodded her head, looking very serious and Kurt smiled.

"I guess we could have pancakes," he sighed and Paige clapped her hands with excitement.

"Do you like pancakes?" Paige asked Blaine and he nodded.

"I love pancakes," Blaine beamed.

"Daddy makes the best pancakes," Paige told him. "He makes them into cool shapes."

"Really?" Blaine grinned at Kurt, who smirked back.

"Aren't you watching your cartoons this morning?' Kurt asked and Paige gasped. She scrambled off the bed and tore out of the room and Kurt chuckled, turning back to face Blaine, who was smiling at him. "I really do make good pancakes."

"Any chance I can taste them?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"If you say the magic words," Kurt teased and Blaine kissed him softly.

"Please?" He whispered and Kurt swallowed. He smiled and swung himself out of bed. Blaine's eyes travelled over his body and he found himself wanting to explore every inch of Kurt. Blaine watched as he pulled on some pants and a shirt and picked Blaine's clothes off the floor and chucked them at him. Blaine got dressed and the two of them went into the living room to find Paige watching her cartoons.

"Pancakes, Daddy!" Paige cried and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Patience," he reminded her and went to the kitchen, Blaine following him. Kurt got out a pan and the ingredients for pancakes. Blaine retrieved a bowl and watched as Kurt expertly mixed the ingredients together into a thick paste. At that moment, the phone rang and Kurt turned to Blaine. "Can you keep stirring this while I answer that?"

"Sure, no problem," Blaine beamed. He took the spoon from Kurt, making sure to brush his hands.

Kurt blushed and hurried to answer the phone. "Hello," he answered.

"Hey, kid, it's me," Burt said down the other line.

"Hi, Dad!" Kurt beamed. "How are you?"

"Good, kid. I wanted to let you know that Carol and I are coming up to New York."

"When?" Kurt gasped.

"A couple of days time," Burt answered.

"I can't wait to see you," Kurt gushed.

"Can't wait to see you and Paige," his father smiled. "I'll ring you and we'll make a time to see each other."

"Sounds good, Dad," Kurt beamed. "I'll talk to you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye." Burt hung up and Kurt put the phone back in the cradle. He went back to Blaine, who smiled at him and Kurt sidled up close to him.

"That's ready," Kurt smiled.

"So that was your dad?" Blaine asked, looking a tad sheepish for overhearing.

"Yeah, he's coming up to New York in a few days," Kurt beamed. "I haven't seen him in a while and I've missed him so much."

Blaine smiled. "Does he still live in Lima?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded, turning the stove top on and heating up the pan. "He owns his own mechanics shop. I used to work there sometimes."

"Really?" Blaine asked, trying to imagine Kurt all greasy and bent over the hood of a car. Blaine grinned at the image.

Kurt smacked his arm and frowned. "Stop picturing it."

"I can't," Blaine grinned and Kurt rolled his eyes, blushing. He expertly poured the mixture into the pan and quickly made a star. "So your dad's a mechanic?"

"Hmm," Kurt nodded. "Taught me everything I know."

"You and your dad are really close?" Blaine asked.

"He was all I had for a really long time," Kurt smiled softly, eyes trained on the pan.

Blaine gently squeezed Kurt's shoulder. He had told Blaine that his mother had passed away when he was only eight years old. Blaine knew this was part of the reason why Kurt didn't want to tell Paige about them until they were sure about their relationship. Kurt had already lost two very important people in his life.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Paige whined, coming into the kitchen.

"Why don't you help Blaine set the table? They are nearly ready," Kurt smiled and Blaine grinned.

He grabbed the plates and cutlery and Paige helped him set the places. She sat eagerly at the table and Blaine took a seat next to her. "Do you like tea parties?" Paige asked. "Because Daddy and I do and we have the best tea parties."

Blaine chuckled and grinned. "I like tea parties."

Paige grinned and beamed brighter when Kurt came in, holding a plate of different shaped pancakes. He put one on Paige's plate and she eyed it happily.

"Do you want syrup?" Kurt asked and she nodded. Blaine gently took the syrup and drizzled it over her pancake. Kurt leaned over and cut the pancake up for her and placed the fork in her hand. "Eat slowly," Kurt instructed and Paige speared a piece on to her fork and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoroughly.

"Are you staying?" Paige asked Blaine, blinking at him.

"I have to work today," Blaine pouted and Paige pouted right back at him. Kurt chuckled softly at the two of them and Blaine grinned at him, winking.

"I want you to stay," Paige whined. "We were going to have a tea party."

"Maybe another time," Kurt said gently. "Blaine will be back."

Blaine grinned brightly at this and Paige beamed in kind.

"OK," she conceded, "Pinky promise." She held out her pinky finger and Blaine linked his with hers, shaking it gently.

She went to her pancakes, unaware of the bright and adoring smiles that Blaine and Kurt were giving each other.