This is it Kurt thought to himself. This is the moment that changes my life forever.

That's all Kurt can think of as he is lead towards the wooden door, labelled play room, and he can only guess that Alaxander is behind the door, in that room somewhere. As they approach the door Kurt feels his dad giving him a comforting pat on the back.

"Everything is gonna be alright kid." It seems strange his dad calling him kiddo when he is about to see his own child for the first time, but the term of endearment, that he has memories of his dad calling him since he's been young, seems to calm him in a way nothing else can.

Elaine opens the door and Kurt's eyes instantly scan for the one child he wants to see among all the others. When he spots him, his son, he feels like the air has been drained from his lungs. He's pure perfection. The photo didn't do justice to just how adorable the boy looks. He's knelt on the floor over a dolls house playing with, what looks like power rangers. Kurt manages to remember he's still in the doorway, and steps forward allowing his dad and Elaine to follow him into the room. At the sound of the door shutting all the children in the room turn their heads, but Kurt only has eyes for Alaxander. As Alaxander turns his head, Kurt's eyes meet a pair identical in color to his own, and he wants to stop staring at the boy, he doesn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but he just can't turn his head away. If he had any doubt that this boy was his son before, they disappeared the second he saw them eyes.

Kurt’s saved from any awkwardness as Alaxander being the usual child he is soon goes back to playing with his toys, along with two other children. Kurt is glad that they seem to be playing nicely with each other. It reminds him of the innocence of childhood, and while they are curious, the curiosity is soon, quashed by impatiens to play again. He looks up at his dad, right now what he wouldn't give to be the one, on the floor of his old house marrying his power rangers, his mom and dad cuddling, sat on the couch behind him. It reminds him of just how complicated his life has become in less than two weeks. Given his life has never been straight forward, losing his mom, being gay, almost losing his dad, but nothing ever prepared him for the way his world would be shaken when he was told he had a son. He's brought out of his revive by Elaine speaking to him; he hopes she hasn't noticed him spacing out.

"I suggest you just sit here and watch all the children play for a few minutes, and then when they all seem more comfortable with the unusual people in the room; I will introduce you to Alaxander."

"Very well, is it okay if we take a seat on the couch over there?" Kurt questions politely,

"I think that would be a perfect idea, don't be afraid to interact with the children if they do come up to you, some are more curious than others. Kurt walks over to the couch closely followed by his dad. He's glad that Elaine doesn't follow them, he guesses that its normal that she stays in the room but doesn't want to crowd the children and make anything seem to out of place.

"He's beautiful Kurt," Burt says with a hint of pride in his voice. "I'll be honest he reminds me of how you looked at his age." Kurt is glad that his dad is keeping his voice low, and hopes it looks to Elaine like they are just having a normal conversation. He tries to pay attention to all the children in the room, the ones painting, the ones reading over in the corner, the boys playing tag, but every time his eyes are attracted back to Alaxander. He doesn't notice that someone has walked up to the couch until they sit down next to him. He turns his head and sees a girl who looks around 7.

"Hello I'm Gemma what are your names?"

"Hello Gemma, what a lovely name, I'm Kurt and this Burt," Kurt hopes his voice sounds normal, and that he’s allowed to talk to the girl.

"Ha, Kurt and Burt they sound the same."

Gemma is then gone as quickly as she arrived, Kurt sees a group of girls gesturing her to join them and guessing this is why. He turns his head back to where Alaxander was sitting only to realize he is no longer there. He scans the room before he realized he's stood just a few feet away from him. This really is it he is about to talk to his son.

"Hello, are you alright?" He asks gently trying to stop his voice from trembling; thank god he used to want to be an actor.

"Yes, I just wanted to look at your eyes, I saw they looked like mine. I have never seen anyone with eyes like mine, I've been told their special." Gosh he doesn't sound like a three year old at all.

"You would be correct, they are very special eyes, did you know they have a special name," Kurt watches Alaxander shake his head before speaking again, "It's called glasz"

"Glassy," Alaxander tries to repeat.

"Almost, glasz, if you keep practicing you will get it, and then you will be able to tell everyone." Kurt looks up at Elaine as if asking for permission to continue talking to the boy; she nods at him so he decided to continue. "I must ask are you Alaxander?"

"Y…yes, w…why?" Now he's starting to sound shy, he's guessing this is what Elaine meant when she said; the workers had to connect with him by talking about his mom.

Well here goes nothing. "Well my dad, Burt here and I are friends of your mommy's. She asked us to come and see you." He looks up at Elaine, and she's smiling so he can only guess that he made the right decision. He looks back down and his son, gosh he so wishes he could tell him right now, and sees his eyes shining with love, it's clearly for his mother as it's a look that wasn't there before she was mentioned. It's only now that Kurt realizes how expressive Alaxander's eyes are, and only now does he realize that is what Blaine is always talking about with him and his eyes being expressive.

"You…you know my mommy? What's your name?" Alaxander questions again.

"My name is Kurt," he holds his hand out for the little boy to take, and he does so timidly, "and as I said this is my dad Burt." Kurt watches his dad hold out his hand to his son, his dad's grandson, wondering if he has similar emotions to him running through his body right now. He waits until Alaxander seems to be paying attention to him again before he speaks again.

"And yes we know your mommy, Karen," and it feels so strange calling her that when he knows her as Sarah, however he’s trying to confirm in the boys mind that he is telling the truth, "So we came here especially to see you, because your mommy asked us too."

Kurt again looks at Elaine who nods that he can continue but walks over towards them as well.

"I haven't seen my mommy, in a long time have you seen my mommy?" right what does he answer to that, if he said no then would Alaxander be sad, however if he said yes would he be sad that he couldn't see his mommy. He is glad to hear that Elaine is speaking for him.

"Alaxander, Kurt here is an adult; he was allowed to see your mommy once, as she had to give him permission to see you. Do you remember why you can't see your mommy right now?" Elaine's tone is soft, but firm at the same time. Kurt is glad she seems to know just how to handle this. However he isn’t so happy to see that Alaxander's bottom lip started to quiver and his eyes start shining with unshed tears.

"She…she was naughty, and because she was naughty she isn't allowed to see me right now. It's nothing that I have done wrong," in the moment he sounds even smaller than he looks, and Kurt is sure his heart is breaking, even though he hardly knows this boy, he is still his son.

"That's right, but everything will be sorted in the end alright, and you will get to see your mommy again." Kurt hadn't known this bit, he turned to give his dad a worried look, and his father seemed to have a similar worried expression upon his face.

"Okay," Kurt notices Alaxander is shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another, so decided to speak up again.

"I couldn't help but notice you like power rangers. Do you want to bring a couple over here and I will play with you?" Kurt asks hoping he isn’t overstepping.

"You like power rangers?" the joy is evidence in Alaxander's voice again, and Kurt can’t help but smile at the knowledge he has put it there.

"Yes I do, I used to love playing with my power rangers when I was little. However I can't remember their names, so why don't you run and get them and you can remind me of what they are all called." He watches Alaxander nod enthusiastically before running off the find the power rangers.

Elaine spoke quickly while he is gone, "I must say both of you are doing a wonderful job with him, you are the first adults he came up to on his own. What did he ask you about?" Kurt sees her glance around to check Alaxander isn’t coming back just yet.

"Our eyes, he must be a bright boy he noticed they were similar," Kurt states simply.

"He is a very bright child; he's definitely advanced for his age," Kurt sees his father glance round the room this time, he followed his eyes and sees Alaxander in conversation with another boy around his age.

"I must say, Kurt was always bright for his age as a child," Kurt can defiantly hear the pride in his dad's voice now. And He has to ask the next question to just make sure.

"We are doing okay aren't we?" he asks looking at Elaine. "I mean we aren't over stepping or speaking about anything we shouldn't?"

"No, you are doing wonderfully Kurt. However I will say we only have about another half an hour with him he is due his nap soon." Kurt nodded in understanding, and sees Alaxander running back over to him, his hands full of action figures. He is happily surprised when instead of standing on the floor he jumps onto the couch in the middle of him and his dad, unbeknown to the boy his dad and grandpa.

"I'm back Mr. Kurt and Mr. Burt, look I've got the rangers," Alaxander says happily.

"Well they look different than when I used to play with them, who's who then?" Kurt said turning slightly to better face the boy; he realizes his dad has done the same. Yes he had memories of playing power ranger with his dad when he was little, while his dad had always played tea parties with him to make him smile, he remembered often trying to play power rangers normally with his dad, to try and make him happy. He could only guess his dad was looking forward to having a group game of power rangers with his son and grandson, even if he was 20 years older now.

"This is Jack Landors, the Red SPD Ranger," Alaxander had dumped all of the figures on the chair and was just shaking the one red figure in his small hands.

Alaxander continues to explain the names of the power rangers and sharing them all equally between the three of them. The next half an hour passes all too quickly for him and soon enough, another worker from the home is in rounding up all of their younger children for nap time. Kurt is sad that he has to say bye to his son, but is also glad since he has so many things he needs to ask Elaine.

Once they’re seated back in her office he doesn’t even give her time to speak before begins.

"Has he always had such exceptional manner, I mean he is 3, and I didn't hear him trip up once," he was sure even as a child his manners hadn't been that good.

"Yes we are lead to believe his mother was very strict when it came to him sharing and using his manners," Elaine responds simply, Kurt guesses she either can’t or doesn’t want to elaborate on it any more when she says nothing else.

Kurt is shocked when the next question leaves his lips, he can’t even remember processing it. "How alike are we dad?"

Kurt hears his father sigh before speaking. "So alike, it's kind of scary, he reminds me so much of you. I mean he looks so alike, and his mannerisms, shyness, excitement and all of them things seemed just like you at his age. I would be willing to say if we put a younger you next to him, people would struggle to tell the two of you apart. Well until you spoke, that's the one difference; even now it seems his voice will end up lower than yours."

Kurt has to chuckle at this, "That's not exactly hard; I'm a counter tenor dad." Kurt sees his father role his eyes, and decides to ask perhaps one of the most important questions. No he has made no decisions but he needs to know.

He turns to face Elaine once more, wringing his hands together nervously. "How long do I have?" he asked quickly.

"I'm sorry?" she questions him clearly not understanding.

"To decide if I want to take on responsibility for him?" Kurt doesn’t know how else to word it right now.

"Oh… Well it's more complicated than a normal case, because we know both his biological parents. We know his mother won't be allowed to have him because we have been told she will definitely be sentenced. In normal cases we would be preparing him for foster or adoption right away, however you are his biological father. We don’t want to give you no chance, at the same time we can't wait forever, he's young now, he would be fostered or adopted easily, and the less time he is here the better. Nothing is set in stone, but provisionally we think he will stay here a month, and if you have yet to decide, if you decide before things can happen either way before. However if you are undecided at 1 month we may have to move things forward anyway." Kurt rubs his temple, so much to no time constraints; he should have known it wasn't that easy. "However that isn't to say if you then did decide you wanted to take him, you wouldn't be able to."

Kurt continues to rub his temple as he spoke, "Okay I understand that, and how long does in normally take until they are fostered or adopted, if I wasn't ready to decide after a month?"

"Normally anything from 4 weeks to 4 or 5 months depending on whether it's foster or adoption and what check and other things the parents still need to go through. However I have to inform you that Alaxander's grandparents from Miss Day's side have already said they are willing to take him in if you don't. Being biologically related to the boy, they would have a good chance of getting him, and quickly."

"What, no." Kurt almost whispers. This had just got a whole lot more complicated he could not let Alaxander go to the people that raised the lady that got him into this situation. Whether it was their fault or not, he couldn't help but wonder, even if he didn't take his son himself he wanted him to go to a family he could trust.

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