February 18th, 2015. Later that evening

"Oh, you're still here," Kurt said surprised when he closed the door of his daughters room behind him. His shoulders slugged slightly. He did not want to have the following conversation, knowing all to well how it would turn out. Him alone in his apartment, and Blaine, like every other guy he tried to date, running.

"Yeah." Blaine looked unsure. "You said I could wait here?"

"Of course." Kurt slumped down on the couch next to Blaine. "I was just being polite. I assumed you'd leave as soon as I-," Kurt interrupted himself and sighed. "You know what, never mind."

"Okay." Blaine looked at him expectantly.

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and decided to give Blaine the easy way out. Seeing that the latter was obviously too kind to do it himself. "It's okay. Don't feel bad, I give you permission to ignore that this whole evening has ever happened, I won't even get mad. Feel free to leave anytime."

"I don't want to leave though."

"Oh." Kurt blinked twice before replying, "then what do you want?"

Blaine shrugged carelessly. "Maybe we could continue where we left off?"

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Or you know, you could tell my why you didn't tell me about your daughter." Blaine quirked an eyebrow."When your former teacher was talking about this Luna, I assumed he was talking about your little sister. Or maybe even your dog. Not your kid."

Kurt bit his lip before answering, "I didn't not tell you about her on purpose."

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted, "don't lie to me, please. You came downstairs, deliberately not letting me come pick you up at the door. You brushed Will of when he brought up Luna. And you didn't invite me in, because you where probably afraid I'd see her. Just tell me why?"

"I…"

"You were afraid I'd run away?" Blaine questioned.

"Yes," Kurt nodded and pulled his legs up on the couch, pressing them against his chest.

"Well, I'm still here," Blaine said sweetly. "Care to elaborate now? I'm rather curious how you ended up with a five," he looked unsure, "year old daughter."

"Four," Kurt replied. "But she'd love it that you thought she was five."

Blaine smiled, "I bet she would."

"Does it really matter Blaine?" Kurt asked harshly. "I get it. I'm not a regular boy you can have some fun with to pass the time. Just spare me the pain and leave before I get my hopes up, okay."

Blaine hesitated a moment before reaching out for Kurt's hand, who tensed under the touch. "I'm not leaving Kurt."

"But you will." Kurt bit his lip before continuing. "Just like every other guy I ever let in my life. And it's not just my life anymore. Luna was too young before. But now she'll get attached. And then I'll be here to pick up the pieces." He jerked his hand back and wrapped both his arms around his legs.

"I take it you had some bad experiences with guys?"

Kurt huffed.

Blaine sighed before replying, "I get it. It's hard to let someone in." He rubbed his hands on his jeans. "If this is really what you want, I'll leave." Blaine stood up and looked at Kurt with an unreadable expression for a moment. " I really wish you'd give me chance though."

Blaine turned around to leave, when a voice stopped him. "I was seventeen." Blaine froze, not daring to turn around yet. "A junior. And I was convinced I would make everyone's life easier if I just pretended to be straight. My dad got anonymous phone calls about his fag son." Blaine turned around slowly, pain of recognition showing up his face.

Kurt nodded to the free space on the couch. "My step brother was asked if he had already caught the gay from living in the same house as me. I got tossed into dumpsters and slushied daily."

Blaine sat down carefully.

"So I just did what I figured out was easiest. I waltzed back into the closet." A hollow laugh escaped from his mouth. "There was this girl in our glee club, Brittany, a cheerio." Kurt paused for a moment.

"Luna's mom?"

"Luna's mom." Kurt nodded. "And she wanted to be my girlfriend. So I agreed, figuring out it would convince everyone about my straightness." He rolled his eyes. "Britt's a sweet girl. But not the brightest star in the pack. So when she came up to me and told me she was pregnant, I didn't believe her at first."

Blaine frowned.

"I mean, we only did it once." Kurt chuckled. "Thank god."

"Not your best experience?" Blaine asked.

"You could say that," Kurt replied. "I kept avoiding her breasts and refused to look at her face so I could pretend…" he trailed of, "…let's just say I didn't want a repeat of that."

"But she got pregnant?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt nodded before continuing, "apparently, when I asked her if she was safe, she didn't understand I meant contraceptive wise." Kurt looked at Blaine's expression and smiled. "You'd have to meet her to understand."

"Okay…" Blaine looked confused, but let Kurt continue.

"So I didn't believe her at first. Ignored her. But after a while, well, I really couldn't ignore it anymore." Kurt frowned. "She got huge, I'm so glad I'll never have to do that."

Blaine chuckled.

"Anyway, she wanted to give her up for adoption. And at first I was all right with that." Kurt huffed. "I was a seventeen year old with big plans of going to New York and becoming a Broadway start or a clothing designer. A baby wasn't exactly calculated in my plans." A soft smile formed on his face. "But then, at the end of the school year, when we were supposed to go to New York for nationals, Brit went into labor."

He looked up to see Blaine staring at him intently.

"I don't know exactly the reason. I had agreed to be no part of it at first. But I ended up skipping nationals and going to the hospital instead." Kurt closed his eyes while remembering. "She was so beautiful,"

"You want to hold your daughter sir?" the nurse came up to him with a bundle in her arm.

"Oh…" Kurt looked at her surprised. He had been waiting in the hall with his dad for the last 5 hours, biting his nails and pacing nervously. "Can I?"

"Of course." The nurse smiled and hold out her hands. "Here she is." She laid her in Kurt's arms. "A beautiful, healthy baby girl."

Kurt cradled her in his arms.

"She's 7 pounds and 20 inches." The nurse informed him. "The perfect average baby girl."

"Thank you." Kurt answered without tearing his eyes away from the little bundle in his arms. "Hey there little girl." He traced her nose with his finger and gasped when she wrapped her tiny hand around it before opening her eyes. He looked at his dad. "She has mom's eyes."

Burt leaned over his shoulder to look at her and smiled, "just like yours."

Tears fell out of the corners of his eyes. "You are so precious little girl. You looks much like your grandma." He cradled her close to his chest and looked at his father. "I can't do it dad."

"What?" Burt looked confused for a moment.

"I can't give her up. I can't."

"Kurt, son." Burt hesitated. "You're only seventeen, and you can't raise a child on your own."

"I can," Kurt whispered hoarsely." I will. I'll do everything it takes. I will dad. Please!"

Kurt blinked a couple times to will away the tears. "She was so beautiful, Blaine," he whispered.

Blaine smiled at him. "Do you have pictures?"

Kurt laughed. "Thousands!" He looked at Blaine for a moment, hope shining in his eyes. "You want to see them?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt got up to open the closet and getting a book out of it. He sat back down and opened it on the first page. And old black and white photo was plastered next to a newer one.

Kurt pointed at them. "that's my mom and that's Luna." He smiled at the pictures. "My mom died when I was eight. So I never really knew her. People say I look like her, though."

"Well she really does look like your mom," Blaine commented, "and since she's your daughter…"

Kurt hummed in agreement and turned the page. The next picture was him cradling Lune close to his chest. He was unaware of the photo being taken, too caught up in the little girl to acknowledge anything.

"My step mom took this picture the second day in the hospital," Kurt explained. "She was the one that convinced my dad that I could do this. That we would make it work."

"We can do this Burt," Carole argued, "look at them!" She gestured to Kurt and Luna sitting in the hospital chair. Obvious to anything around them.

"He's just a kid Carole. He's still in school."

"So? I'll take a year of to care for her until he graduates. Look at him. He loves her!"

"Well of course he does, she's his daughter, it's instinct!" Burt argued. "But you can't be serious about this. He's young. He has dreams. He has to go to university!"

"We'll figure it out," Carole insisted.

Kurt looked up at them with a determination is his eyes. One that Burt had never seen before. "I won't give her up dad," he said. "If you don't want to help me, that's fine. I'll quit school and figure something out. Get a job or something. But I won't give her up."

"Kurt, son I know you are overwhelmed and emotional now, but think about this realistically." Burt sat down next to his son. "You wanted to go to New York. Be a fashion designer."

Kurt shrugged. "Dreams change."

A sigh escaped Burt's lips, and Kurt knew he'd won his father over.

"She was my new dream, she still is."

"So your step-mom stopped working for a year?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "Carole's the best. She took care of her when I went to school. I quit Glee club though, so I could be home more for Luna." He sighed, he had really loved glee club. "I refused to let Carole take care of her when I was at home. Insisted to feed her every time. Get up in the middle of the night when she cried. Threw diva fits when she got sick and my dad tried to get me to go to school anyway."

"Wasn't it hard?" Blaine asked barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Kurt confirmed. "I wouldn't have in any other way though."

Blaine flipped through the next pages. Pictures of Kurt coming home with Luna. Kurt redecorating his room too fit in a crib and other baby stuff. Kurt giving her a bath. Kurt sitting outside with Luna cradled to his chest.

"This was my graduation."

Blaine softly laughed at the next picture. Kurt had dressed his daughter in a mini graduation outfit. Cap included.

"Where did you find that?"

"I made it." Kurt grinned proudly. "I still have it in my room. It was the first thing I made for her."

He flipped some pages, showing Luna with various outfits. "I made all of these afterwards."

"You have a talent Kurt," Blaine said impressed.

"Thank you, I took some courses after I graduated."

"But you never pursued it?"

Kurt shrugged. "I decided to take a job instead. Carole had to go back to work eventually. So I took night shifts at the dinner. When she was old enough to go to school, I switched to day shifts. And after a while I got this apartment for us." he looked around with a smile, obviously proud of the life he had created for himself. "We've been living here for over a year now. My dad freaked out when I told him about it. He adores her so much."

"You can't move out Kurt!" Burt said harshly.

"Dad! Quiet! Luna's sleeping," Kurt hushed him.

"You can't move out!" Burt replied in a softer voice.

"I can dad," Kurt replied calmly.

"But, but,…"

"I have a job during the day when Luna's at school. I talked to them, and she can stay in after school care. It's only an hour before I'll be able to pick her up," Kurt explained.

"But, where you gonna live?" Burt exclaimed.

"I already found an apartment," Kurt answered. "It's not big, but at least she'll have her own room. It's only ten minutes away from her school on foot. And the bus stop to my work is around the corner until I save enough to get a car."

"She can have her own room here," Burt argued. "We'll just throw Finn out!"

"Honey, you can't throw Finn out." Carole chuckled.

"You knew about this?" Burt looked at his wife.

"I went with Kurt to check out the apartment," Carole replied. "You can't expect them to live here forever."

"But…" Burt protested but was cut of.

Kurt hugged his dad. "Dad, I love you, but you have to let us live our own life."

Burt sighed in defeat. "You are not taking the bus too your work though. I'll get you a car."

"Dad you don't have too," Kurt protested.

"I want to," Burt replied, "and I want to approve the apartment before you sign anything!"

"So we moved in here roughly a year ago," Kurt said. "I still work at the diner, day shifts from nine to five. And every other weekend when she's with her mom."

"She still sees her?" Blaine asked surprised.

Kurt nodded. "Not in the beginning though. Like I said, Britt's one of a kind. She had a rough senior year with her coming out and all."

"She's gay as well?" Blaine's eyes widened.

Kurt chuckled softly. "I guess we were just each other's beards after all."

"That's…" Blaine paused, "…well I don't even know what to say to that."

"You don't have too," Kurt replied. "Like I said, after her senior year, she and Santana got serious and moved in together. It did Britt good. Santana's the responsible one. Luna goes to them every other weekend and sometimes during school holidays. You've met Santana, she works at the diner with me."

"The feisty Latina?" Blaine looked amazed. "She's gay?"

"As the fourth of July." Kurt smiled. "So have I fulfilled your curiosity?"

Blaine nodded.

"You get why I don't spring it out on my first dates now?" Kurt said, with a said voice, still convinced Blaine was going to make a run for it.

"I wouldn't have ran away."

"Oh please," Kurt huffed. "Like you would have taken me out on a date if you knew I had a four year old at home."

Blaine shrugged. "Sure it's not what I expected when your friend forced you upon me." Blaine chuckled at Kurt's embarrassed face and a 'I hate her sometimes' huffed under his breath. "But I do really like you Kurt." He moved closer to the boy sitting next to him and added, "and I had fun."

Kurt looked at Blaine intensely.

"All though I would prefer it if your daughter wouldn't walk in on us necking next time."

Kurt shook his head with a sigh, "you don't get it Blaine."

"What's not to get?" Blaine asked honestly. "So, you have a daughter." He shrugged. "I like kids."

"Blaine I can't just hang around with you. I had to ask my step-mom to babysit tonight. Granted, she loves it, but I can't do that all the time. I don't want to. I love spending time with my daughter. She's my world." Kurt sighed sadly and looked at Blaine. "I can't do a fun and spontaneous relationship. I can't do anything causal. Everything I do, I have to calculate her in. if it hadn't been for Santana, I never would have agreed to this anyway."

"I'm not looking for anything casual Kurt. I like you, I want to get to know you…" he paused to make emphasize his point. "…and your daughter. I'm in Kurt. Trust me."

"I can't Blaine." Kurt shook his head in remorse. "What if I do. What if I let you in, and in two or three months you decide you don't want this. You don't want to play house with us," Kurt argued. "What if you decide you want to live and see the world. And what if you leave? It's not just me Blaine. You'll break my daughters heart as well. She clings to the people in her life quickly. She'll probably be asking me hundreds of questions about you tomorrow morning all ready." Kurt sighed again, feeling desperate. "I want to Blaine, I really do. But I can't."

Blaine shook his head and pressed his lips against Kurt's, pulling back before the other men could react. "I'll leave now Kurt, because you refuse to see my point. but I won't give up on you," Blaine whispered against his lips before getting up. "After all, I know where you work, and I have to eat tomorrow." He winked at Kurt before walking out the door.

Kurt smiled against his better judgment and flipped through the pages of his scrapbook. His looked softened at the more recent pictures of his daughter. Trying to ignore Blaine's image popping up here and there in his brain. Trying desperately not to picture him in those photo's. Besides, Kurt was certain of his opinion. Sooner or later Blaine would realize he didn't want to play house with them after all.

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