“Uhh…” Kurt said, nervously “sure.” Kurt handed Lizzy over to Carole, who was just leaving the kitchen.

Slowly, Kurt sat back down on the other side of the table to where Burt was sitting. He didn’t know what to expect. Freaking-out? Over judgmental questions? Yelling?!

Okay, maybe he was just over exaggerating. His dad was never one to scream to get his points across. But the fear still rested in his stomach. He knew his dad was a reasonable person, just- a part of him needed his dad to- to- understand? Accept? Kurt didn’t know. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst.

“So, you and Blaine,” he started “have a baby together,” Kurt nodded “and you‘re just friends?” Kurt nodded, shakily “Hey, cheer up! You look like you’re expecting me to freak out.”

“Aren‘t you?” asked Kurt, finally looking his father in the eye.

Burt laughed half-heartedly “No. I‘m just trying to understand why you both thought in order to start a family, you‘d have to do it together, instead of finding your ‘other halves’.”

“Because no one wants to settle down!” blurted Kurt “Half the guys in New York just want to sleep around and ‘have fun’,” Kurt spat “and the half that don‘t are already taken!” Burt nodded, solemnly “I‘ve been dumped 6 times this year, dad, and it‘s only July!! True, they weren‘t too serious, but the point still stands!” Kurt another calming breath and continued “Me and Blaine got worried that we‘d be over 30 by the time we found someone decent,” Kurt explained “and…one thing led to another, and now we have a beautiful baby daughter.”

“But what happens when you, or Blaine, find someone ‘decent’?” Burt asked, gently, his head tilted to the side.

Kurt paused.

“If, say, you meet that person who you want to marry,” Burt continued “what happens then?” Kurt slumped, back in his seat, not knowing what to say. “Are you going to take Lizzy with you? Are you going to leave her with Blaine? Either way, Kurt, you are asking Elizabeth to basically say ‘bye’ to one of the people she‘s come to recognise as her dad, only for them to be replaced with a different guy. That has to be confusing to any child. How do you explain it to her? And on top of that, one of you will save to say ‘bye’ to that beautiful little girl that you‘ve come to call ‘daughter’.”

Kurt stared at the table, helplessly.

“Oh,” he said, quietly “I- I didn‘t think of that I -wow- erm…W-what are you trying to say? That we sh- should…” Kurt trailed off. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out-loud.

“No, Kurt,” Burt sighed, softly “I’m not saying you have to give her back, I’m not necessarily saying it was a bad choice to get her, I’m just saying you need to think about what’s best for the baby -I’m trying to bring some things to your attention, so you can decide what is best for that little girl.” Kurt was still staring at the table, nervously playing with his fingers.

Burt stood up, and walked up to his, lightly jittery, son. “Whatever you decide to do,” he said, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder “I’ll support you…” Kurt remained silent.

“I love you” Burt added.

“I love you, too”

With that, Burt headed to the living room to rejoin everyone else, leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts.

What should he do? He didn’t want to give Lizzy back to the agency -she’d only just got settled. He couldn’t do that to her.

He couldn’t do it to himself.

He couldn’t do that to Blaine.

Blaine… Lizzy was his daughter, too. What if…what if he and Blaine were her dad’s…but not just as friends? As more…as a couple?

Hmm…Kurt wouldn’t be against it. Blaine was his best friend, after all, he was;

Sweet.

Funny.

Goddamn cute -hot even.

HA! Kurt’s mind laughed, No wonder I had a crush on him in high school…

Ahh, high school.

Kurt had transferred to Dalton Academy in his Junior year. He’d met Blaine just a few weeks beforehand, when Puckerman had told him to go spy on Blaines glee club (The Warblers). When Kurt had been caught for spying, Blaine, Wes and David were friendly and civil with him, which came as a shock to him because he was treated like scum at McKinley. Blaine had taught him to refuse to be a victim, they’d been friends ever since.

Later in their junior year, Blaine had thought it would be a good idea to serenade his crush in the middle of the gap. His crush had turned out to be a junior manager there. Disappointed, but supportive Kurt had helped Blaine regain the courage to go through with it, when Blaine had almost chickened out.

After the gap attack, Blaine and Kurt sat outside waiting for ‘Jeremiah’ to finfish his shift. Turns out, the guy had gotten fired, and didn’t like Blaine back. And if he did he would get arrested because Blaine was underage at the time.

Kurt sighed, he’d gotten over Blaine in his senior year, around the time Blaine got his first boyfriend -Sebastian. That guy had been a complete asshole, he’d treated Blaine like a freaking puppet. Blaine had dumped him eventually, but by then Kurt’s crush had vanished -when he finally realised that Blaine would never want him.

…Okay, maybe dating Blaine wasn’t a good option. Kurt had suffered learning that Blaine wouldn’t want him years ago, and even if Blaine did, if they start dating and the relationship failed he could risk losing Blaine as a friend. And -right now- that wasn’t a good option.

Reluctantly, Kurt stood up.

He needed to talk to Blaine.

Kurt walked up to the living room door, hearing everyone’s voices on the other side.

“Oh, crap!” he heard Wes say, sounding panicked. Just as Kurt started to wonder why, he heard the increasingly loud cries from Elizabeth. “Blaine, I swear -I don‘t know what I did- she just-”

Kurt opened the living room door a couple inches, and peeped inside to watch the scene.

Lizzy was sitting on Wes’ knee, her little face going red with a small pained expression, as wails escaped her mouth. He watched as Blaine walked over to them, quickly examining the infant before…

“Oh, she‘s fine.” said Blaine, as he took the infant off the guilty-looking asian, and hoisted her over his own shoulder. “Come on, Lizzy.” he said, walking around the living room gently rubbing and patting Elizabeths back as he went. “Come on, darling. It‘s okay, let it out.”

Kurt smiled, dreamily, his hand unconsciously resting over his heart and head lightly leaning against the door frame. Yeah… he thought, we could never give Lizzy away, even if we wanted to.

A few moments later, Lizzy let a soft burp, her cries dying down and her cheeks returning to their normal, rosy state. Blaine hummed, happily, bringing her to his eye level. “Feel better?” he asked, playfully, earning him a smile and a playful swat at his face, probably trying to play with Blaines triangular eyebrows, from Lizzy, which he dodged easily, laughing the whole time. “Hey! That wasn’t very nice.” Kurt laughed, along with the rest of the living room as she went for Blaines face again. “Okay, okay. No.” said Blaine, now holding Lizzy in one arm, while he held Lizzy’s hands in the other, restricting her from trying again.

Kurt straightened up, his hand on the doorknob, all set to walk in and join his friends when-

“Give daddy a kiss.”

Kurt froze, watching Blaine and Lizzy share a small kiss on the lips.

Daddy, Kurt thought, Daddy…

Blaine just called himself…

Daddy!!!

With wide eyes and shaking hands, Kurt silently shut the living room door.

A small lump formed in Kurts throat, as he walked back into the kitchen.

They’d never referred to themselves as daddies before. At least, not out loud. And the fact that Blaine was confident enough to call himself daddy in a room full of people just -Kurt didn’t know- made it official? That they were parents now.

He was a daddy.

Blaine was a daddy.

They were daddies.

Kurts heart fluttered, and he was suddenly hit with an oddly familiar sensation of butterflies in his stomach, as his cheeks flashed pink while he smiled. He and Blaine had a baby together.

Well, not together, he remembered sadly, We’re not together, we just have a baby, Kurt explained to himself, trying franticly to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, but not quite managing.

“Oh, my God. What’s wrong with me?” whispered Kurt, leaning against the kitchen counter, breathing heavily, left hand stretched across his chest and his right cradling his elbow. “We’re just friends. That’s all we’re ever going to be.” he repeated to himself over and over. Until he finally realised what he was telling himself; Oh, God! Was he getting feelings?!!

Oh no…