Kurt set his pencil down and snapped his sketch book closed. He stood, stretching slightly and went to Paige's room to check on her. He paused in the door way and frowned. Paige was just lying on the ground, bouncing a Barbie in her hand sluggishly. Kurt sat down beside her and smoothed her hair away from her forehead and frowned as it felt hot.

"Hey sweetie," Kurt murmured. "Are you OK?"

"My head hurts," Paige whimpered, "and my back hurts."

Kurt frowned and picked his daughter up. He stood and carried her to the kitchen and sat her gently on the bench. He quickly grabbed some children's liquid cold medicine and measured it out before handing it to her.

"Drink this, sweetie. It will make you feel better," Kurt murmured and Paige swallowed it down. Kurt put the cup in the sink and picked Paige up again, carrying her to the couch. He laid her down, propping her head up on some pillows and laid a blanket over her. He kissed her forehead gently and smoothed her hair back. "Do you want a movie on?"

"Can I watch the Aristocats?" Paige asked and Kurt nodded. He put the movie on a low volume and sat beside her on the couch, putting her little feet in his lap and massaging them gently. Kurt watched his daughter with concern, mentally running through what could be wrong. Half way through the movie, Paige whimpered and pushed the blanket away, lifting her top and start scratching. Kurt caught her hands quickly and his eyes widened as he sat little red spots all over her chest.

"Daddy, no," Paige moaned, struggling. "It's itchy."

"I know, sweetie, but you can't scratch," Kurt said sympathetically. "You have the chicken pox."

"But we didn't have chicken last night," Paige pouted and Kurt chuckled.

"You don't get chicken pox from chicken sweetie," he explained gently. "It's a virus. Don't worry sweetie, I'll make you feel better."

Kurt gently lifted Paige's feet off his lap and slipped off the couch. He hurried to his laptop and opened a new browser. He typed chicken pox into the search bar and waited, tapping his finger against the table. He clicked on a page and waited for it to load before scrolling through it.

The website was good, showing what chicken pox is, what causes it, symptoms, treatment and preventing infection. Kurt read over the treatment, nodding. He needed to cut her fingernails to make sure they were clean so that she couldn't scratch and needed baking soda to put in a warm bath. Kurt went to the kitchen and frowned. He didn't have any baking soda.

Kurt pulled out his phone and quickly dialled Blaine's number. After several rings Blaine picked up. "Hey Kurt," he greeted.

"Hi," Kurt smiled. "How are you?"

"Good. I was just about to head over to yours," Blaine answered.

"Can I ask you a favour?" Kurt asked, biting his lip.

"Yeah, sure. Anything," Blaine nodded.

"Can you pick up some baking soda and bring it with you?" Kurt asked. "Paige has the chicken pox."

"Oh no. That sucks," Blaine said sympathetically, "Sure, no problem. I'll go get it now. Need anything else?"

"No. Thank you so much, Blaine," Kurt smiled.

"It's no problem, Kurt. I'll be there soon," Blaine promised and he hung up. Kurt put the phone back in its cradle before moving back to Paige. She was scratching again and Kurt grabbed her hands to stop her. He sighed. It was going to be a long few days.

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Blaine hurried up the front path to Kurt's home and knocked on the door. Kurt opened the door and smiled at Blaine, kissing him sweetly and taking his hand, dragging him in.

"Hi," Blaine grinned and pulled Kurt into another kiss. Kurt sighed happily and stroked Blaine's cheek. They pulled away and smiled at each other. "How's Paige?"

"Itchy," Kurt winced, "but hopefully the baking soda bath will help."

"Ah, the old baking soda bath. I don't miss those," Blaine chuckled, handing over the baking soda. "I also stopped by a chemist and she recommended calamine lotion so I got some of that too."

Kurt looked at in awe and pulled Blaine into a tight hug, burying his head into his neck. "Thank you," Kurt whispered.

"It's no problem, Kurt," Blaine smiled, hugging him back tightly. "I told you. I want to be here for both you and Paige."

Kurt pulled back and smiled brightly. He took his hand and led him to the living room where Paige was lying on the couch, gloves on her hands. Blaine chuckled and Kurt shrugged.

"Hi, Blaine," Paige smiled weakly.

"Hi," Blaine greeted, crouching down beside her. "Your dad told me you have the chicken pox."

"Yeah," Paige said mournfully. "Very itchy."

"I know," Blaine pouted, "but your dad is going to make you feel all better," Kurt smiled at Blaine, who grinned back, "and I'll help too if you like."

"Yes, please," Paige nodded.

"How about we stop the itching first?" Kurt suggested and his daughter nodded enthusiastically. Blaine helped off the couch and led her to the bathroom with Kurt. He ran a warm bath for her, mixing in the baking soda. Blaine took off her gloves and saw that her nails had been recently cut. Kurt turned off the water and helped Paige undressed and lifted her into the bath, sitting her down. He tied her hair up into a bun on the top of her head and Blaine lifted some of her toys into the bath for her.

"You can have the duck," Paige smiled, handing it to Blaine.

"Thank you," he grinned and started moving the duck though the water, sitting on the edge of the bath with Kurt. Kurt laughed as the two of them played while he ran water over her body, making sure she got covered with the baking soda to sooth the itchiness.

"You're lucky," Kurt murmured to Blaine while Paige was distracted. "The duck is her favourite."

Blaine grinned widely and gently nudged Kurt, careful not to send him flying into the bath. The water started to go cold and Kurt lifted Paige out, wrapping her in a towel, drying her gently, trying not to cause any friction that would in no doubt make her itchy again. Blaine hurried to the calamine lotion and handed it to Kurt who quickly rubbed it over Paige's body and then dressed her into some clean pyjamas.

Blaine led Paige back to the couch while Kurt cleaned the bathroom up, putting the toys away. He finished up and found that Blaine had put another movie on for Paige and she was lying across his lap. Blaine smiled and Kurt went to him, curling up next to him. Blaine wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. Kurt reached down and stroked her daughter's hair, keeping it in the bun.

A few hours later, Paige still felt warm so Kurt gave her some more medicine and got her to eat a little bit of food. He made himself and Blaine something to eat for lunch, both of them keeping an eye on Paige. They joined her after they had eaten lunch and she fell asleep watching The Lion King.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sighed as he tucked Paige into bed. Blaine frowned and lifted the cover up so Kurt could slip her in.

"About what?" Blaine asked, confused.

"That we aren't doing what we had planned," Kurt said, looking up.

Blaine lowered the covers over Paige and tucked her in. "Kurt, I'm spending time with you and Paige," he smiled. "I don't care what we do."

Kurt smiled and held out his hand. Blaine came around and took it as Kurt switched off the light, pulling Blaine along with him. When they were in the living room, Kurt gently pushed Blaine to the couch and straddled him, pulling him into a kiss. Blaine moaned happily and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, Kurt's hands cupping Blaine's faced as their tongues rolled against one another's.

They pulled away, panting softly and Kurt gazed down at Blaine with bright eyes. He stroked Blaine's cheek and Blaine just gazed at Kurt, letting him explore.

"I want to tell Paige," Kurt said suddenly, "when she's better."

"You – you want to tell her about us?" Blaine asked hopefully and Kurt nodded.

"Is that OK?"

"Yes," Blaine cried loudly and then winced. They paused, listening for any sign that Paige had woken up but they heard nothing. "Sorry. Are you sure, Kurt?"

"Yes," he whispered, smiling brightly.

"Thank you, thank you," Blaine grinned and pulled Kurt back into another heated kiss, sliding a hand up the back of his shirt, running up and down his spine.

Kurt gasped into his mouth and melted into the kiss, knees locking around Blaine's waist and pushing him back against the back rest. His hands slipped into Blaine's curls, the gel crunching under his fingers. The need to breathe became too much and Kurt dropped his head to Blaine's neck, gently kissing the skin there. Blaine let out a little whimper and one hand moved from Kurt's hip to thread through his hair. Kurt slid off Blaine's lap and pulled him down so they were lying on the couch, legs tangling together. Blaine pushed their lips back together, angling Kurt's head to kiss him deeper. Kurt pulled away gently, panting softly and his eyes fluttered open to see Blaine staring back at him, smiling.

"Daddy?" Came Paige's tired voice and Kurt gently pecked Blaine one more time before slipping off the couch to tend to his daughter. Blaine peeked over the couch to see Paige was scratching again and Kurt hurried to the calamine lotion. He took her to the bathroom and slathered it over her before dressing her again and taking her out to the living room.

Blaine smiled at her and she crawled on the couch next to him, laying her head on his arm. Blaine grinned at Kurt, who beamed right back at him.

"How about we play a game?" Blaine suggested. "Take your mind off the scratching."

Paige grinned and hurried to her room to pull out a game they could play. They set it up on the floor and Kurt smiled at his daughter and Blaine. This is what he wanted, to be a family again, to be happy. And that was everything that Kurt could give him.