Kurt Hummel had just finished getting ready for the day when he heard quick, light knocking on the door. He looked at the women lounging on the couch, and they smiled encouragingly.

Kurt made his way to the door, and opened it. However, when he looked straight out, he saw nothing.

"Down here!" he heard someone say and he looked down accordingly. It was a little girl with rather familiar curls, eyes, and skin tone. He smiled at her clothing, approving, and bent down to her eye level.

"Hi, sweetie! I heard your name was April?" Kurt asked. The girl sort-of gaped at him, and it was adorable.

"No, that's my Nana, I'm January! January Raine Anderson, to be specf-, spefica-, c-c, oh whatever, hi!" the girl rambled, finally ending with blush, and a missing-tooth-esque, yet charming smile. Kurt felt a pang in his chest, and couldn't help but let his heart swell. He felt like the Grinch; his small heart growing with every movement the girl made.

"Oh, who is this, are you Blaine's little girl?" Rachel had arrived behind Kurt, and was smiling at her. The girl's eyes grew even bigger, and when Santana joined them, they practically bulged out of her head. They were impossibly bright, and an astonishing, shiny gold.

"Are you guys Disney Princes, and Princesses? Because, you guys are super pretty." The girl whispered, as if it was top secret. Santana squatted down in front of her, and tucked the bushy, black locks back into her beanie from where they were straying. They all laughed, and Santana, surprisingly, began to talk to her sweetly.

"Nah, beautiful, we just happened to get the good side of the gene-pool, and may I say, cutie pie, you did, too! How come you're asking us, though, when your Daddy is just as gorgeous? He looks like that guy from Aladdin." Santana asked. January nodded. Kurt, suddenly catching on the Disney theme, observed the quality of her sweater. It looked very old, and he wouldn't be surprised if it had been bought at Disney World a long time ago.

"Oh, I know. Don't you think I asked? But he isn't, he does sing like one though, like really, super-duper good." January confided. "He's even building a recording thingy right now with his Tweeter friends."

"Warblers, honey doll. Hi, guys, sorry if she bothered you." The trio watched as January was suddenly pulled into the air, and settled onto Blaine's hip. He smiled at them, and held out a hand again. Rachel, the only one who hadn't actually met him, assumed correctly that it was for her.

"Not at all! She is very sweet, and pretty just like her Daddy. I'm Rachel Berry, upcoming Broadway star. You may have seen me in the Beauty and the Beast? I was Belle, of course." She introduced, flicking her long, curled, high-lighted locks off her shoulder. She had learned it was a way of life, at NYADA, to flip, and or do something with your hair snootily. It stated your place, and confidence, and it was highly admired in show business.

"Thank you, I'm Blaine Anderson, but I'm sure you must have heard me yesterday, well technically earlier this morning, but you catch my drift. And sorry, I really haven't had the time to go to a show, and regretfully at that." Blaine rambled, and Kurt noted that January had acquired that particular trait.

"Dude, sorry, we totally went the wrong way, whoa- hi." Finn skidded to a stop at the sight of Rachel. Rachel caught his eye, and blushed furiously.

"I like your vest." Rachel said randomly. Finn looked down at the puffy green, and rather atrocious thing, and smiled goofily.

"Thanks...I like, your-uh, your hair, yeah." Finn babbled. Rachel seemed to blush even more furiously. The two stumbled over a few more greetings and compliments until they decided on awkward silence.

"Man, what the hell is with all these elevators, and twisting hallways, this is bull-shit. Thank god we found you. Oh hey." Puck followed quickly after Finn, and was shamefully checking Santana out. Santana mimed gagging, and sent him an icy look.

"Oh please, Mohawk, not your team. Even if I was, hell no. Pardon my language, Ms. January." Santana looked at January apologetically, but the little girl just giggled.

"Hey, there you are! Blaine, how could you not remember where the apartment was, it was only last night." Tina said, waving kindly at Kurt, Rachel, and Santana.

"Wow, two unicorns in one home, awesome!" was heard behind Finn. The growing crowd opened to reveal Brittany, and Santana's mouth went slack.

"What?" was all Santana managed to say. Brittany smiled brightly, and tugged Santana out further into the hall.

"Here, I'll tell you: a unicorn-," the two disappeared down the hall and the rest of the people stared after them, a little confused at the rather quick exchange.

"Get you some, Britt-Britt." Artie called quietly as he rolled up beside them.

"Okay, hold up, but who are all you people?" Kurt asked a little confused. Blaine winced.

"Well, they're my roommates; look, when I was in senior year, I moved to the Lima Heights High school, in Ohio. I was a senior, all these guys were my classmates, and some of them were really poor school custodians. My parents had died, and that's why I'd been transferred from Westerville, Ohio's Dalton Academy, and though I now had butt-loads of money, I couldn't access it until I was truly eighteen. I ended up going to the poorest out of the two schools there, and met these guys." Blaine explained. "I joined the Glee club there, and we all became a big family. They're all immensely talented, so I took them to New York with me, otherwise they'd be homeless, or unhappy. They all came from broken homes, see. I also brought my fellow Warblers, because I'm using my money to begin Warblers Inc. They live in the apartment on the other side of me. So, technically, I got an ass-load of people living with me."

"Wow." Kurt put so eloquently. "That's seriously, impossibly noble of you. I just couldn't pay the rent alone, so I dragged my best friends here with me. Course, I didn't have to drag much." Kurt smiled, and Blaine looked relieved. Then, Kurt furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of Lima; wait...what?

"Thanks; I'm just too kind of a person, is all. I also don't know how to say no." Blaine admitted, blushing, and absentmindedly rubbing smooth circles on January's back.

"It's true." January piped up, squirming her way out of her father's arms. She stepped over to Kurt. "Will you be my other dad?"

"What?" Kurt asked, confused. He looked up to see everyone, save Rachel and Finn, who had both followed after Santana, and Brittany, looking absolutely terrified.

"See, 'cause you are the most handsome, Disney-est person I've ever seen, and I want to keep you forever." January admitted, blushing. Kurt looked down at himself, wondering what made him so admirable. He only wore a simple, black button up, white skinny jeans, and his wing-tips. Not even one of his eccentric pieces. He guessed he looked sort of like he walked out of a black and white movie, but Disney?

"Well, honey, though your Dad is definitely the type of man I would consider sharing that with, I doubt he's ready to settle down right now, and in fact, I probably just scared him off." Kurt looked up at Blaine with a blush, and a sad smile. Blaine had been gaping at the exchange, and couldn't speak until Sam pushed him a bit.

"No, I- I do want to settle down. I mean, I'm twenty five, I'm building a business, really I'm ready to relax, but I-mean, I doubt you would actually want to do that, I mean we just met, and as much as I want all that with someone like you, I mean, you're way out of my league, and I bet you're just joking, and-,"

"Blaine, shut up." Kurt said sweetly. Blaine sealed his lips together, and looked hopelessly at him. "We're going on date, at seven, okay; we might as well give it a try. Manhattan Mocha, the one below us. You know, the Central Perk kind-of place?" Kurt asked.

"Sure! I mean, defiantly, wow!" Blaine grinned, looking as if his mind had been blown. "Hey, wait; I never learned your name!"

"It's Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

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"Imma get a new daddy, imma get a new daddy!" January sang as soon as Kurt had said goodbye, and headed off to work. Tina, Artie, and Sam were cheering along side her.

"Honey, I don't think Kurt will be your Daddy anytime soon. What if the date goes awful? Do you believe in love at first sight, I mean, 'cause-," Blaine was cut off once more by Tina, who looked at him with gentleness in her eyes.

"Blaine, he seems very, very nice. And, in case you hadn't noticed, he even said he would be happy to do the marriage-settle down thing with you. Just calm down and everything will be fine." Tina reassured. Blaine nodded, and then smiled guiltily.

"Right, you're absolutely right. I'm sorry you guys. Let's go see if the Warblers are up, and head out to see a movie. How about that, January?" Blaine sighed, taking January by the hand.

"That'd be prefect! As long as we get to see the one with Aunt Mercedes in it!"

"Okay, sweetie. As you wish."