Kurt didn't like that he was going have to spend a week away from his husband. He hadn't spent this much time away from Blaine...ever.

The family of three were in Kurt and Blaine's room, Kurt and Lily sitting on the bed, watching Blaine pack. "Daddy, do you have to go?" Lily asked, pouting.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Blaine sighed as he pulled some shirts from the chest of draws, dumping them in his case half-heartedly. "It's part of my job."

"To sing for people?" Lily cocked her head on one side.

"Uh huh," Blaine grinned as Kurt dived across the bed, grabbing the shirts out of the case and folding them neatly, eventually setting them back in the bag when he was satisfied that they would travel with Blaine crease-free.

"Like you sing for me and Daddy," Lily beamed and Blaine chuckled.

"Just like for you and Daddy," Blaine told her, winking at Kurt.

"When will you be back?" Lily asked, though she'd already asked Blaine this a thousand times, hoping each time that his answer would be different.

"In a week," Kurt answered and Blaine nodded his affirmation.

"But that's so long," she whined, her lower lip trembling. "I don't want you to go." Tears welled up in her eyes and Blaine's heart broke as he watched.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry," Blaine soothed, dropping his jacket and pulling his little girl into a hug. Kurt stroked her curls, trying to offer her some reassurance. "You and Daddy will have so much fun you won't even notice that I'm not here."

Kurt rolled his eyes and glared at Blaine – his look clearly stating that yes, thank you very much, he would be missed.

"But I'll miss you," Lily protested, sniffing.

"I'll miss you too. I promise I'll ring you every night," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Ok," Lily nodded and Blaine smiled.

"Will you help me pack?" He asked. Lily nodded and jumped off the bed, trailing after Blaine and holding out her hands for Blaine to put clothes on.

Kurt jumped off the bed, heading into their walk-in wardrobe and pulling a grey scarf out of his vast collection. He went back to the bed and folded it neatly.

"That's yours," Blaine commented curiously, watching Kurt place the scarf gently in the bag.

"I want you to take it," Kurt shrugged, a blush flooding his cheeks. "So you can have a little something of me while you're away."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him in, kissing him softly. "I'll miss you, Kurt," he said truthfully. "I know we haven't spent this much time away from each other before."

Kurt rubbed Blaine's arms, though he was fighting tears. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Will you be OK?" Blaine asked.

"We'll be fine, love," Kurt replied softly. The phone rang, the loud sound making them jump. Kurt pecked Blaine on the lips before stepping back. "Finish packing while I answer that."

Blaine nodded and watched Kurt leave the room, hips swaying. After a few moments, he turned and saw Lily trying to stuff his pillow into the bag. He crossed the room to relieve her struggle, chuckling.

It was not a cheerful goodbye. On the morning off Blaine's leave, Lily had gotten up bright and early to give Blaine the card she had made. It was full of glitter – courtesy of Kurt, naturally – and there was a picture that was supposed to be him singing, though Lily's shaky drawing made it almost indecipherable.

They had breakfast together, Kurt and Blaine stealing a few moments while Lily hurried to get Snicky. Blaine had called a taxi to take him to the hotel he would be staying at while the concert was on. When it arrived to transport him, things started to go downhill.

"I don't want you to go," Lily wailed loudly and Blaine sighed, hugging his little girl to him.

"I'll be back soon, sweetie, I promise," Blaine urged but Lily's sobs didn't subside.

Kurt watched, biting his lip. "Come on, honey," he said softly, pulling her death grip off Blaine and picking her up. She sobbed into Kurt's shoulder, soaking his shirt with tears, her little body heaving as she cried.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered.

"Shh," Kurt silenced him, rubbing Lily's back. "It's not your fault, Blaine."

"I can't leave like this," Blaine said, gesturing to their still-sobbing daughter.

"Blaine," Kurt said softly but in a tone that left no room for argument. "Go. Have fun. Rock that stage. I promise we'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, looking concerned.

"Positive. I'm so proud of you, Blaine," Kurt beamed, blinking back tears as he kissed his husband gently. Blaine smiled and rubbed Lily's back. He kissed her tear stain cheek one last time and with a heavy heart he stepped into the taxi. Kurt bent his neck to look at Lily and kissed her head. "Come on, honey," Kurt sighed and they headed back inside.

Blaine jumped off stage, sweaty and exhausted but buzzing with adrenalin. It was his third concert that week and Blaine would never get tired of the feeling of being on stage.

"Good show, Blaine," his manager beamed, clapping him on the shoulder. "The crowd loves you."

"Thanks," Blaine panted, accepting the bottle of water he was being offered.

"One last show tomorrow night and then you can be home to your family," his manager reminded him, steering him through the backstage crew and away from the stage.

"Now that I am looking forward too," Blaine grinned and his manager chuckled.

"You're doing wonderfully Blaine," she said. "Keep a hold of that feeling and you'll get through it."

"Thanks," Blaine grinned and she nodded.

"I'll get the car ready for you to head back to the hotel." His manger walked away and Blaine collapsed against an old amp, taking another swig from his water bottle.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He had done a couple of encores and subsequently, had run way over. It was too late to call Kurt and Lily. He bit his lip, but reassured himself with the thought of calling them in the morning.

His manager came back and he grabbed his things, following her out the car, security around them.

When he got back to the hotel, he showered and collapsed onto the bed. He sighed, desperately missing the warmth of Kurt. Usually Blaine would sprawl across his husband, or spoon Kurt. He didn't like sleeping alone. Eventually he fell in unconsciousness, though it was uneasy to say the least.

He was woken by his phone ringing and he fumbled for it in the darkness, eventually snatching it up from his bedside table. He answered without looking at the ID and flopped back down on his pillows. "'Lo?"

"Hi baby," Kurt breathy voice floated into his ear. "Good show?"

"Great show," Blaine mumbled tiredly. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Kurt sighed. "But you'll be home soon."

"How's Lily?" Blaine asked, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, willing himself to wake up.

"She slept with me last night," Kurt chuckled. "She was upset that you didn't come home."

Blaine groaned. "I feel awful. I'm never ever going on tour."

"Yes you will," Kurt corrected him. "But don't worry, we'll travel with you."

"That sounds nice," Blaine replied, though he was interrupted by a colossal yawn.

"Tired?" Kurt asked.

"Exhausted," Blaine corrected. "But so happy to hear your voice."

"Lily wants to speak to you," Kurt told him before the line was filled with rustling.

"Daddy?" Lily said into the phone, voice bright.

"Hi sweetie, I miss you," Blaine smiled.

"I miss you too," Lily told him. "When are you coming home?"

"Two more days, honey, then I'll be home," Blaine promised.

"OK, Daddy," Lily sighed quietly. "Did you sing good?"

"Yeah, I did," Blaine chuckled. "Are you having fun with your daddy?"

"Yeah," Lily giggled. "We made cupcakes and made them pretty."

"Did you? Did you save me some?" Blaine asked.

"Uh huh," Lily told him, laughing. "They're yummy."

There was knock on his door and Blaine sighed. "I have to go sweetie," he said sorrowfully. "I love you."

"Love you too, Daddy," Lily replied.

"Can you put your Dad back on?"

There was more rustling and after a few seconds, Kurt had the phone back. "You have to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Blaine sighed.

"It's OK," Kurt replied softly. "I'll talk to you soon."

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine. I'll see you soon."

Blaine hung up and sighed. Pulling himself up, he went to answer the door, though it was with a heavy heart and a strong wish to be home.

Blaine was filled with relief as he clambered into a taxi that would take him the last stretch of the way home. He loved performing – he never felt an adrenalin rush like it before – but he loved being home with Kurt and Lily. It was late when he pulled up to the house. He had been hoping that he would be home earlier but unfortunately not as interviews had been running all day.

The taxi pulled up and Blaine paid the man. He grabbed his bags and jumped out, jogging up the front path. He pulled out his keys, slid them in the lock and pushed the door open. He shut it gently behind him and kicked off his shoes. The lights were off and Blaine headed straight for the bedroom. He found the door open and smiled at the sight. Lily's night light was plugged into the wall, Kurt and Lily both fast asleep and bathed in its soft golden glow.

Blaine dropped his bag on the floor and shrugged off his jacket. He jumped when something nudged his leg and looked down to see a puppy sitting at his feet. It was a baby Alaskan malamute with brown eyes and a white coat with black streaks darting through it. Blaine chuckled and reached down, rubbing the puppy's head.

"Hello," Blaine cooed, smiling as the puppy looked up at him. Blaine stood back up and quickly changed into his pyjamas. He slid into bed, immediately wrapping his arms around Kurt and tugging him closer. Kurt sighed in his sleep, turning his head into Blaine's neck.

"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled, half-asleep.

"Hi baby," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's cheeks, forehead and nose before finally reaching his lips.

"When did you get home?" Kurt asked quietly, sleep still evident in his voice.

"Just now," Blaine whispered, stroking Kurt's hip softly.

"I missed you," Kurt murmured, pressing his lips back to Blaine's. Blaine slipped his tongue against Kurt's and threaded his fingers through his hair, losing himself in the moment.

He pulled back gently and leant his forehead against Kurt's. "Go back to sleep," Blaine instructed.

"M'kay," Kurt mumbled, eyes slipping closed.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Hmmm?"

"When did we get a dog?"