CHAPTER 3

February 19th, 2015

"Hands up." Kurt pulled his daughter's dress over her head and put her on the edge of the bathroom sink so he could brush her hair out. "What do you want today, Sweetie?"

"Ponytails!" Luna exclaimed.

"Okay, ponytails it is."

"Daddy?" Luna looked at her father through the mirror.

"Yes?"

"Who was that man in our house last night?" She looked at Kurt with big, questioning eyes.

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He had expected this, but had hoped she was too sleepy to remember anyway.

"Just a friend of mine."

Luna thought for a moment. "Why haven't I seen him before?"

"Daddy just met him Hon." He brushed through her pigtails."All done."

"Will I see him again?" Luna held up her hands so Kurt could put her on the floor and fix his own hair.

"Maybe," Kurt answered, not too sure himself. He wanted to distract her. He didn't want to give his daughter expectations that he couldn't live up too." Do you want to brush my hair?" He held out the brush to her.

"Yes!" The little girl squealed when Kurt sat down on the floor and she sloppily went through his hair. "Could I brush your friend's hair if I see him again?"

Kurt snorted. "hy?"

"It looked like it had a lot of knots in it," she said decisively, "and those hurt. It always hurts when you brush the knots out of my hair."

"Those are called curls, Hon," Kurt gently took the brush from her hands and got back up. His distraction ploy hadn't worked, obviously. "You know, like Auntie Brit sometimes has in her hair."

"But those are large curls. Blaine has small natural curls." Kurt looked in the mirror and swiped some mouse through his hair.

"What's nasural?" She looked up at Kurt.

"Natural," Kurt corrected her. "It means he was born with them. Like you have natural blond hair, and Daddy has natural brown hair." Kurt pulled her in his arms and walked towards the kitchen where he set her on a chair.

"But Auntie Britt has not na-tu-ral curls?" She stretched the word 'natural' carefully.

Kurt smiled at his daughter's sentence. "No, Aunt Santana makes them for her."

He put a bowl of Cheerios in front of her and poured some milk on them.

"More milk, Daddy!" she pouted.

"Nope." Kurt shook his head. "You'd only spill it on your pretty dress."

"But you can make me a new one," the girl answered as she took a spoonful of Cheerios.

"I can, but I won't," Kurt replied. "You have more than enough dresses."

He sat opposite her with his own bowl of muesli. "Besides, you decided you were old enough to leave the bib behind. If you want more milk, you'll have to wear it."

Luna pouted and stuck another spoon of Cheerio's in her mouth. "Can Auntie Santana give me curls?"

"Don't eat and talk at the same time," Kurt scolded. "You'll choke."

Luna swallowed loudly and grinned. "Sorry. Can she?"

"You'll have to ask her on Saturday, Sweetie," Kurt replied, barely suppressing a smile, "but I bet she can."

"Good."

…

"I have work for you," Kurt said as soon as Santana entered the door at noon. She had the late shift today, meaning she worked from noon till eight, closing time. She alternated those with their other colleague, Lara, who was free today. They both agreed Kurt didn't have to do those, so he could be home at a reasonable hour for his daughter.

"You want me to buy you condoms, Hummel? Because that might be awkward, I haven't done that in years."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, Luna wants you to give her curls this weekend."

"Oh." Her face softened when the little girl was mentioned. "I can do that. I do it for Britt all the time."

"She'll love it." Kurt grinned.

"Where did she get that idea anyway?"

Kurt bit his lip. He did not want to lie to Santana, especially not when it involved Luna, but he didn't want to talk about Blaine either. "She just saw someone with curls and got curious about it." He shrugged nonchalantly before leaving to take a customer's order. It was noon and the diner got pretty full around this hour.

"She saw Blaine?" Santana yelled after him in surprise.

Kurt ignored her as best he could for the next two hours, until the lunch time rush slowed down.

"I want details, Hummel," Santana said when he sat down to rest for a moment. "How was your date? Did he spend the night? Is that why she saw him?"

Her eyes widened. "You got laid?" she whispered loudly.

"Santana!"

"Come on, tell me." The Latina was practically jumping behind the counter.

Kurt groaned. "It was fine."

"Just fine?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"Okay it was great," Kurt gave in. "He was wonderful, amazing, made me laugh."

"I knew it!" Santana grinned broadly. "I saw it the moment he walked in. Totally your type."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Yeah, until he figured out I had a daughter."

"What?" Santana frowned. "How could he not love her? She's adorable."

Kurt shrugged. "Not many young, gay men want to date a twenty-one-year-old with a daughter, San. I tried to get that through your head already. Besides, he didn't really react badly about it." He bit his lip. "In fact I gave him every reason why he should walk out and not date me, but he refused to believe me."

"That's good, right?" Santana replied.

"I thought so, maybe," Kurt sighed again. "He said something about coming in today and he didn't, though, so I guess he changed his mind after all." He shrugged, trying to act cool about it. "It's probably for the best." He looked up at a grinning Santana and frowned. "What?"

"Give me some credit, Kurt."

Kurt turned around so fast it nearly made his head spin. "Blaine," he breathed.

Blaine smiled at him, "I had to be at the office in the morning, but I knew you worked till five, so I figured I could come in somewhat later. So I'll just go sit over there." He pointed at the table he had occupied yesterday. "Do I have to pay extra if I ask for a specific waiter, though?" He cocked his head slightly.

I'm sure you and Kurt can work some sort of private arrangement out," Santana said with a suggestive wink.

Kurt groaned. "Shut it San," he said before smiling softly at Blaine. "I'll be right there to take your order."

…

"Go sit with him," Santana urged.

"I'm working," Kurt protested.

"Oh come on, it's three in the afternoon, there are two customers here, including your boy toy." Santana smirked at Kurt. "I'll cover the other one. Come on; take your ten-minute break. You hardly ever take it anyway!"

Kurt bit his lip and glanced at Blaine who was sipping his coffee. He grinned when he caught Kurt staring and winked, making Kurt turn his head away and blush.

"Here." Santana shoved a piece of pie in Kurt's hands. "Your lunch; now go talk to pretty boy."

Kurt groaned, but got up and walked toward Blaine anyway.

"Hello," the curly-haired man said.

"Hey." Kurt sat down opposite him, shoving the piece of pie towards Blaine. "Here, on the house."

Blaine smiled gratefully at Kurt, before holding out a forkfull in front of his face. "Share?"

Kurt rolled his eyes but opened his mouth anyway.

"Mmm," Blaine moaned when he took a bite himself, "this is great."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying not to let his mind wander to the last time Blaine had made that same noise. Yesterday evening. Before Luna had woken up.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Blaine glanced at him with a knowing look.

"No," Kurt protested weakly.

"I am," Blaine answered, chuckling. "You are thinking about last night, when you were practically dry humping me in your living room-"

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed while Santana cheered behind them, giving Kurt thumbs up.

"Sorry," Blaine held out another piece of pie in front of Kurt's face apologetically, who eventually took it."I'll behave."

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

"Told you, I'm not giving up." Blaine shrugged. "I like you Kurt. And I know you like me, too. You're just scared."

"Of course I'm scared," Kurt answered harshly. "I have a four-year-old at home."

"So?" Blaine raised his eyebrow. "Just an extra bonus."

"A bonus?" Kurt asked astonished. "Blaine she's no pet I have walking around at home. My whole life focuses around her."

"Kurt," Blaine sighed defeated. "Why can't you just get it?"

Kurt frowned.

"I like kids, okay?" Blaine answered. "If I hadn't started working for Wes and David, I would've probably become a teacher or something."

Kurt opened his mouth to protest.

"No." Blaine cut him off before he had a chance to start talking. "I know you have this illusion in your mind where I just want to use you for some fun and then forget about it, but I don't. I'm 22, Kurt. I know I'm young, but I don't care for flings or one night stands. I want a relationship, and I want it with you if you'd give me the chance."

Kurt stared at him blankly, letting the words sink in.

"Now I'm not saying I want to go home and play house with you right away." Blaine smiled teasingly at him. "But I just want you to give me a chance."

Kurt bit his lip slightly, considering his next sentence. "Luna is with Brit and Santana this weekend."

"Okay." Blaine nodded.

"I have to work, but I get off at 5 Saturday." Kurt took a deep breath. "I want to get to know you before I let you in my daughter's life."

"I can live with that."

Kurt took his order pad from his apron and wrote something down on it before ripping it off and shoving it to Blaine. "My break's over. I have to get back to work."

Kurt got up and Blaine looked at the paper Kurt had just given him. A phone number was scribbled on it. A smile made its way to Blaine's face, and he looked up and caught Kurt's gaze for a moment before getting up, leaving his money on the table and saying, "See you Saturday."

February 21st, 2015

"You have a minute?" Kurt asked Blaine, who sitting at the same table he sat on the previous days.

"Sure," Blaine gestured to the free seat across him. Although they had agreed that that Blaine would pick Kurt up on Saturday at five, Blaine couldn't keep himself from showing up Friday as well, just for some breakfast. And maybe an hour earlier on Saturday, just for some pie.

Kurt had rolled his eyes at him, but he loved it, if he had to be honest.

"I promised Luna I would call her as soon as I got off work," he explained.

Blaine nodded and smiled, grabbing Kurt's free hand over the table and intertwining their fingers.

"Hey, Sweetie."

"DADDY!"

"How are you?" Kurt's heart speed up a few beats when Blaine started to rub his thumb over his palm.

"Great," Luna said excitedly. "Auntie Santana gave me curls!"

"She did? That's awesome, Honey."

Blaine's eyes softened when he saw Kurt's eyes light up from talking to his daughter.

"You know I'll come and pick you up a little past eight tomorrow, right?" Kurt asked.

"So late?"

Kurt chuckled. He could almost see his little girl pout.

"I have to work until eight, Sweetie," Kurt explained.

"Oh, okay," Luna mumbled sadly.

"Hey, you love being with Auntie Britt and Santana," Kurt reminded her. "I bet they let you eat diner while watching a movie."

"You think?" she asked him.

"You can always try," Kurt laughed.

"I really miss you, Daddy."

"I miss you too, Sweetie, but Daddy has to work." Kurt bit his lip and blinked a couple of times. "I have Wednesday free though, so we'll hang out the whole afternoon, okay?"

"Okay," Luna replied.

"I have to go now," Kurt said, gripping Blaine's hand. "I love you, okay?"

"Love you more, Daddy!"

"Love you most," Kurt replied before he closed his phone and sniffed. "Okay, let's go."

Once outside, he looked at Blaine. "Do you have any plans?"

"You miss her, don't you?" Blaine ignored his question, looking at him intently.

Kurt sniffed again. "I'm just not used to not having her with me every day."

"But she goes to them often, right?" Blaine wondered.

"Yes but…" Kurt shrugged. "This is new. Before she only went for a day or sometimes even less." He blinked a couple times, willing his tears away. "It works out great for me, cause it means I can take weekend shifts and earn a bit more, but-" His voice trailed off and he stiffened when he felt Blaine wrapping his arms around him.

"Hey, don't be sad," the older man whispered against his ear.

"I-I-I'm sorry." Kurt took deep breaths, relaxing In Blaine's arms. "I just miss her."

"That's okay," Blaine reassured him.

"No it's not." Kurt huffed. "We're supposed to go out and get to know each other. And instead, I'm crying in your arms like a baby."

"Kurt." Blaine pulled back slightly so he could look Kurt in the eye. "It's okay to miss your daughter."

Kurt shot him a watery smile.

"Come on." He grabbed Kurt's hand. "I can't promise to make you forget," he said, "but I can try to make your night somewhat more pleasurable."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, wiping his tears away and focusing on the man standing in front of him. "Let's do that."

…

"So," Kurt paused. "This is where you live?"

Blaine nodded before getting out of the car, Kurt following closely behind him.

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt pretended to be scandalized. "You take me to your home before our second date has even properly started?"

"Silly," Blaine smiled and grabbed Kurt's hand and leading the way to his apartment.

"This is nice," Kurt commented once Blaine lead him inside. And it was, really nice. The apartment was obviously larger than his own. It even had a balcony. It was the kind of apartment Kurt would get if he were able to afford it. He gazed through the window at the park across the street. "Very nice."

"Thanks." Blaine smiled. "Sit, please." He gestured towards the couch. He went through the door of what Kurt assumed was the kitchen and came back a few minutes later, two plates of lasagna in his hands.

Kurt laughed silently and ducked his head.

"What?" Blaine cocked his head to the side with a frown. "You don't like lasagna?"

"No, I love it. It's nothing."

Blaine passed a plate to Kurt. "Tell me?"

"I shouldn't." Kurt shook his head.

"Come on!" Blaine sat down beside him and nudged his side.

"It's just…" Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately and smiled. "Luna would be so jealous if she knew I was eating lasagna right now."

"She likes lasagna?" Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, but I don't have the time to make it that often." He chuckled. "I should really stop messing our date up though."

"How?" Blaine looked at him with a frown.

"I just keep talking about my daughter," Kurt answered sheepishly.

"So?" Blaine shrugged. "She's a big part of your life. I'd be more worried if you didn't talk about her."

Kurt looked at Blaine with wonder.

"You should take some with you then."

"What?" Kurt asked confused.

"Lasagna," Blaine answered. "I made more than enough. Take some home."

"I couldn't," Kurt protested.

"You could," Blaine laughed. "You said Luna liked it, right?"

"Yes."

"Then that's it. You're taking some home."

"But-"

"No protesting," Blaine said with a definite voice that left no more room for arguing. "Now I know you said you hadn't had the time to go and see your friend in Wicked, last time. And I get why now. So I decided…" he turned on his TV "…to bring her to you."

"You have a recording of Wicked?" Kurt's smile broadened.

"Yep." Blaine grinned. "I called Wes, pulled a few strings. Normally they don't give it to outsiders…" Blaine shrugged. "But Wes can be pretty persuasive."

"Wes is your boss?" Kurt asked.

Blaine snorted. "Technically, yes. But more my friend than anything else."

"I think I quite like him," Kurt decided before he focused his attention on the screen, smiling when Blaine shuffled a little closer to him. "You're a cuddler?"

Blaine ducked his head. "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," Kurt responded and rested against Blaine, eating his lasagna and paying attention to the play.

…

"Blaine," Kurt murmured against his lips. "Blaine, please."

"Please what?" Blaine gasped and trailed soft kisses amongst his jaw line, his hands ghosting under Kurt's shirt, over his stomach.

"More," Kurt gasped when Blaine pulled up his shirt. "Just more."

Blaine pulled back and looked Kurt in the eyes, panting heavily. " Y'sure?"

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, thinking how they got to this point. Kurt had loved seeing Rachel perform in Wicked, and he had even loved it more that both of them had both been singing along softly the whole time. Blaine really was a cuddler, because by the time it was over, Kurt had been lying against Blaine's chest with Blaine's arms secure around him, so he had turned around and softly pressed his lips against Blaine's, just for a split second. But that kiss had turned into another one, and another one. Until here they were, half an hour later, lying on the couch with Blaine on top of him and panting hard with his shirt unbuttoned, Kurt underneath him, his shirt pushed up and whining.

He opened his eyes again. "Yes."

"Okay." Blaine nodded and pulled himself up from Kurt, who frowned. His face made Blaine chuckle, and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Not here."

"Oh." Kurt's eyes widened in realization. "Bedroom?"

Blaine nodded and pulled Kurt off the couch. Kurt hastily went along with it, but connected his lips with Blaine's again as soon as they were both up.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned when Kurt pushed his shirt off his shoulders and wrapped his arms around them.

"Yes," Kurt panted against Blaine's ear, his tongue flicking out to his lobe.

"I'm not going to get to the bedroom if you keep this up." His hands pushed themselves under Kurt's shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away carelessly.

Kurt grinned and pulled Blaine's tank top out of his pants. "Off!" he demanded.

"Whatever you want." Blaine obeyed, throwing it somewhere to join Kurt's shirt.

"Better." Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine close again, their lips pressing together frantically.

"God, Kurt." Blaine stumbled forward until he was pushing Kurt against the wall, their bodies colliding.

"Yes," Kurt let out a hiss when he felt Blaine's erection pressing against his own; he rolled his hips roughly and bit on Blaine's bottom lip.

Blaine pulled back and attacked Kurt's neck with wet kisses, rolling his hips back against Kurt.

"Oh…" Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair when the latter went down to suck at his collar bone, still thrusting their hips together; he threw one leg around Blaine to push them closer together. One of Blaine's hands fumbled with the zipper of Kurt's jeans and opened them. Kurt let out a moan when Blaine pushed his hand against his erection. "Blaine!"

Blaine looked up at Kurt. "I want to taste you."

"Oh, yes," Kurt moaned. "Yes, please."

"Up." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips. The latter nodded and wrapped both his legs around Blaine's, moaning when Blaine pressed one hand hard against his back, so his erection was trapped between their bodies.

"Bedroom," Blaine mumbled while sucking softly on Kurt's collarbone, leaving a bruise.

He walked Kurt towards his bedroom and laid him slowly down on the bed, looking down on him.

Kurt was panting hard and his body was flushed. His hands were extended toward Blaine and he pouted.

Blaine grinned and shook his head, crawling in between Kurt's legs and pulling his pants down. Kurt lifted his hips to help Blaine, and hissed when Blaine palmed him through his boxers. A wet spot was very visible, and Blaine pressed his thumb against that spot, earning a deep moan from Kurt.

"Please, Blaine."

Blaine pushed Kurt's underwear aside, and a broad grin plastered itself on his face when he saw Kurt's fully erect cock.

"Perfect," he murmured, and wrapped his hand around it, stroking it a couple times. He licked the head experimentally and sucked it softly into his mouth.

"Yes." Kurt bucked his hips up involuntarily and then stilled abruptly. "Oh God, I'm sorry," he mumbled, throwing his arm over his face.

"Hey, no." Blaine looked up and got up, discarding his own jeans which were getting incredibly tight and crawled on top of Kurt. He pried Kurt's arm away and connected their lips. "Don't be embarrassed."

Kurt shook his head, a red blush covering his cheeks. "It's just been so long, and you feel so good."

"I'm glad." Blaine thrust his hips against Kurt once before sliding back down again. He smiled and put his lips back on the head of Kurt's cock, sucking softly, while his hand stroked the shaft.

Kurt moaned and tangled one of his hands in Blaine's hair, who sucked Kurt's cock further into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He then let it slip out and followed the movement with his hand.

"Urgh, yes." Kurt bucked his hips slightly and pushed softly against Blaine's head.

The latter grinned and bobbed his head down again, taking as much of Kurt as he possibly could.

His free hand wrapped around his own shaft, and he moaned around Kurt's cock at the friction. He bobbed his head up and down and fisted his own cock at the same pace until Kurt started to pull at his hair.

"Blaine," he gasped. "Close!" He bucked his hips again. "I'm gonna come."

The latter hummed and sucked harder at Kurt's cock.

"You don't have to-," Kurt groaned when Blaine nodded slightly. He rolled his hips twice, releasing himself in Blaine's mouth.

Blaine fisted his own cock hard and swallowed around Kurt, trying to catch every last drop. When he felt Kurt soften, he pushed himself up and tangled his free hand in Kurt's hair, pressing their, mouths together.

Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's and fisted his cock. He pulled back from Blaine's mouth and whispered, "I can taste myself."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, bucking his cock in Kurt's hand and muffling the cries from his orgasm in Kurt's neck.

…

"Oh God!" Kurt sat up frantically.

"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled sleepily. "What's wrong?"

"I'm here, I'm still here," Kurt shrieked.

"Yeah." Blaine tightened his arm around Kurt's waist. "I like it, come snuggle."

"Blaine, I can't." Kurt pushed Blaine's arm away and got out of the bed, searching for his boxers franticly.

"Kurt?" Blaine sat up straight and looked confused. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Kurt turned around and squinted at Blaine. "What if something went wrong? What if she had a bad dream, and they couldn't comfort her? What is she swallowed something by accident and they're in the hospital right now? What if she got sick and she wanted me? What if something happened and they couldn't reach me because I'm not at home?" Kurt was gasping for breath by the end of his speech. "I have to get home."

"Kurt, wait." Blaine got out of bed and grabbed Kurt's arm. "Calm down,"

The touch seemed to soothe Kurt somewhat.

"You've got your cell phone here, right?"

Kurt glanced at the nightstand, where he had put it last night and nodded.

"Don't you think if something happened, they would have called you on that?" Blaine asked rationally.

"I don't-" Kurt bit his lip. "Yes."

"It's the first time she stayed the night with them, isn't it?"

Kurt nodded.

"And it's the first time you spend a night away from her, right?" Blaine slowly pulled Kurt back towards the bed.

Kurt nodded again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, slowly pulling Kurt onto the bed again.

"I didn't want to seem like the desperate parent that couldn't let his child go," Kurt mumbled. "Besides, you were making such an effort for our night, and it was great." Kurt smiled at him with a guilty expression. "I didn't want to nag."

Blaine shook his head. "Call her."

"What?" Kurt frowned.

"Call her," Blaine insisted. "Ask her how she slept. How she is. Tell her you miss her." He grabbed Kurt's phone and pressed it into his hand, snuggling Kurt close to his body.

Kurt nodded against Blaine's chest, and called the familiar number.

"Hey San, can I talk to Luna? Hey, sweetie." Kurt relaxed against Blaine's body as soon as he heard his daughter's voice. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," Luna replied happily. "Auntie San made me pancakes."

"That sounds delicious." Kurt smiled and traced absentminded patterns over Blaine's chest.

"And she read me a bedtime story last night."

"I told you she would." Kurt glanced up when Blaine stopped his hand and mouthed 'ticklish' to him.

"You do it better though. Your voices are better," she informed him.

He snorted. "Well, I've had four years of practice."

"You will read me one tonight, right?" she asked.

"Of course, Hon." He sighed happily when Blaine intertwined their fingers.

"Good. I miss you, Daddy!"

"I miss you, too," he swallowed and closed his eyes when Blaine pulled him even closer, pressing a kiss against his hair.

"Are you at home?"

"No," Kurt paused for a moment, not sure what to say. "I'm with a friend."

"Oh okay, don't forget to feed Charlie when you get home, okay?" Luna said, concerned.

"I thought we could do it together tonight," Kurt proposed.

"Oh yes."

He could practically see Luna's eyes light up.

"That's a great idea, Daddy."

"It's a deal, Sweetheart. I'll see you tonight then."

"Okay," Luna replied. "I love you!"

"Love you more."

"Love you most," Luna giggled.

Kurt ended the call and looked up at Blaine,

"So, who's Charlie? Anyone I should be worried about?" Blaine asked jokingly.

"Oh yes," Kurt teased. "He's my other boyfriend. The one I keep in the basement and me and my daughter and I feed occasionally when we feel like it."

"Boyfriend huh." Blaine's eyes softened.

"I, err, yeah?" Kurt bit his lip.

"I like that."

Kurt visibly relaxed and pressed a kiss against Blaine's chest. "Good."

"But who is Charlie?"

Kurt chuckled. "He's Luna's fish."

"You guys have a fish?"

Kurt nodded. "She wanted a dog, but we're not allowed to have them in the apartment and a dog is a big responsibility."

"Yeah, nothing like raising a kid," Blaine answered sarcastically.

Kurt hit him softly. "You know what I mean." He closed his eyes and snuggled against Blaine. "Charlie was the compensation." He glanced up. "Thank you."

"For what?" Blaine frowned at him.

"Calming me down, putting up with me." Kurt shrugged. "Being here and not letting me push you away."

"Well." Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him. "I like you here."

"You do?" Kurt smiled wickedly and wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock.

"Oh," Blaine gasped.

"I bet you like it even more now, hmm?" Kurt pressed open-mouthed kisses against Blaine's chest and couldn't help his grin when he felt Blaine growing harder.

Blaine nodded wordlessly, bucking his hips up.

"Let me repay you the favor," Kurt whispered, before trailing his mouth further south.