Lucy raced up down the stairs like it was Christmas Day and ran straight for her Dads’ bedroom. Pounding on the door, the eight year old was so excited because it was finally the day of her school show. Lucy and Blaine had been practicing every chance they got making sure their song and dance was perfect. After a minute or two of knocking, the door finally opened to a tired looking Kurt not dressed in his usually impeccable way with just a pair of jeans and a black tee on.
“It’s opening night...” she beamed bouncing excitedly on her toes.
“Lucy, baby...” he sighed. Lucy’s face immediately fell. Nothing good ever came after ‘Lucy, baby’. When she had to give up the pacifier it was ‘Lucy, baby’ and every time she had to go to the doctor’s to get flu shots it was ‘Lucy, baby’.
“Your Dad is sick”
“But you look fine, a little tired but fine” the eight year old giggled knowing Kurt wasn’t the one sick but she didn’t want to accept that it was Blaine
“Not me Princess...”
“He can’t be sick, he was fine yesterday”
In all honesty, Blaine wasn’t fine the day before. He’d spiked a fever and no amount of antibiotics could unblock his nose or clear up his head. Acting ok around his daughter, Blaine hoped he would be better for the show but he just wasn’t. He was curled up in bed feeling like a brick wall permanently sat on his chest.
“I’m sorry Lucy, your Dad can’t sing with you tonight”
“This isn’t fair! He’s ruined everything!” Lucy screamed on the verge of tears and raced back to her bedroom. Slamming her door like the little drama queen that she was, she collapsed onto her bed and burst into tears.
Kurt walked back into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft sigh. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hands through his hair. He hated seeing his little girl so upset but Blaine was too sick to perform.
“She hates me” Blaine coughed as he blew his nose again. Half asleep when Lucy first knocked, he was wide awake now.
“She doesn’t hate you” Kurt sighed softly and rubbed his husband’s back gently. Kissing his clammy shoulder, he just wished he could take Blaine’s pain away. “Lucy’s upset but she’ll be ok”
“If I get up and take some more Advil, I’ll be fine” the sick young father insisted as he mustered up what little energy he had to sit up with a load groan. Pushing him back down, Kurt pulled the blanket high up to his chin. “Kurt...”
“You are staying right here, you’re not well”
“I’ll be fine...”
“Tell that to your fever. You’re staying in bed”
“But Lucy...”
“I’ll talk to her” Kurt insisted and rubbed Blaine’s back again. The small gesture always seemed to calm the dark haired man down when things weren’t going so well.
“Why don’t you sing with her?” Blaine suggested as he rolled over to face his partner “You should sing with Lucy”
“Me? I don’t know the song or the dance and the show is tonight...”
“You know Annie just as well as our daughter, you got her hooked on it in the first place and the dance really isn’t that hard. Luce has a beautiful voice but two left feet”
“She doesn’t have two left feet” Kurt chuckled “Are you sure you’d be ok if I sang with her?”
“You would have made a better Daddy Warbucks than me anyway. You spoil her too much; you’ve got the character down already”
“For that you can get your own Advil” Kurt laughed as he got up off the bed. Blaine tried to catch his arm but his reflexes weren’t the fastest when he was sick.
“Go be her hero Kurt” he smiled before pulling the tissues in his hand to his mouth. Coughing loudly, Blaine sunk back into the pillows wishing he could just get better. Kurt smiled back at his sick husband as he made his way to the door. Whispering a sweet ‘I love you’ even though his partner was already asleep, Kurt walked out the door and shut it behind him.
Heading down to the bright pink door at the end of the hall, the young father took a deep breath before knocking.
“Go away!” a muffled yell came from behind the door.
“Let me in Luce, I want to talk to you”
“No!”
“Lucy open this door or there will be no show tonight, do you hear me?”
A few moments later, the bright pink door opened to reveal a puffy eyed eight year old “There already is no show tonight if Dad is sick. Everything is ruined” she snapped and tried to slam the door again but her father’s foot was in the way.
“What if I sing with you?”
“You want to sing with me?”
Kurt knelt down and took his daughter’s hands gently “Annie can’t go on without her Daddy Warbucks” he chuckled “I know I’m not who you originally wanted to sing with but is it ok if I’m his understudy?”
Lucy nodded as a bright and happy grin started to grow. Launching herself at her father, she hugged him tight kissing his cheek over and over again. Even though she didn’t possess any of Kurt’s DNA, Lucy had somehow inherited his quick mood changes and ability to overreact a little.

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“Are you sure Dad’s ok at home? He looked a little green” Lucy asked as Kurt pulled off her coat and hung it over his arm. Walking into the auditorium at her school, they were ready to perform together. The pair had spent the entire day rehearsing in the cleared out living room. Kurt had to live up to the hype that was Blaine’s perfect Oliver Warbucks.
“He was asleep when we left so I’m sure he’ll be ok. He just needs to rest” Kurt said as he led his daughter through the auditorium to the excited brunette waving hysterically at them. “I see your Aunty Rachel managed to get front row seats”
Racing through the people starting to take their seats, Lucy ran to her Aunt and jumped into her arms. Twirling around, the two girls hugged each other like they hadn’t seen each other only a few days earlier.
“I have the video camera all ready so Blaine can watch you guys over and over again. He won’t miss a second of your show Luce”
“Thank you” Kurt smiled and pulled his old friend into a warm hug once Lucy had spotted her best friend and run off.
“Thank Quinn, I’d almost forgotten the camera before she reminded me”
Turning to the blonde Rachel was signalling to, Kurt couldn’t help but smile at her presence. Pulling her into a tight hug, he was so happy to see her.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were shooting that movie in Vancouver”
“And miss this? No way” she chuckled “Blaine called me a couple days ago and told me there was going to be an amazing performance of Annie, how could I resist?”
“You hate Annie...”
“Not tonight I don’t” Quinn laughed and took the coats hanging over her friend’s arm “Don’t you have a song to sing? You should get backstage”

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“Leapin’ Lizards just look at this joint!” Lucy exclaimed as she skipped on stage with a bright smile on her face. Dressed in the sparkly red dress Kurt had made for her, she wore her dark hair in tight curls with a pretty white bow holding them off her face.
“You know what Annie?” Kurt chuckled as he waltzed on stage with an equally infectious smile “I think I’m the luckiest man in the world” he smiled meaning every word of that last line. Looking over at his beaming daughter, he couldn’t help but smile knowing he really was the luckiest man alive.
“And I think I’m the luckiest kid” the eight year old grinned as she wrapped her short arms around her father’s waist. “I love you Daddy” she whispered quickly before the music started

Kurt and Lucy:
Together at last!
Together for ever!
We're tying a knot,
They never can sever!

Kurt:
I don't need sunshine now,
To turn my skies at blue

Kurt and Lucy:
I don't need anything but you!

Kurt:
You've wrapped me around
That cute little finger.
You've made life a song,
You've made me the singer!

Lucy:
And what's the bathtub tune
You always "Bu-Bu-Boo?"

Kurt:
Bu-Bu-Bu
Anything but you

Lucy:
Yesterday was plain awful

Kurt:
You can say that again

Lucy:
Yesterday was plain awful

Kurt:
But that's

Lucy:
Not now

Kurt and Lucy:
That's then

Lucy:
I'm poor as a mouse,

Kurt:
I'm richer than Midas.

Kurt and Lucy:
But nothing on earth
Could ever divide us!
And if tomorrow,
I'm an apple seller, too
I don't need anything but you!

They're two of a kind
The happiest pair now
Like Fred and Adelle, they're floating
On air now
And what's the title of the dream
That's just come true

Kurt:
I don't need anything

Lucy:
Anything

Kurt and Lucy:
Anything
I don't need anything
But you

“Encore! Encore!” Blaine smiled clapping before hitting pause on the TV remote “Perfection, both of you”
“Lucy was perfect, I was just the understudy” Kurt laughed as he held Lucy on his lap. Curled up together on Kurt and Blaine’s bed, the performing pair couldn’t wait to share the video with their ill loved one. They couldn’t let Blaine miss out on the show even though he was ridden with the flu.
“You were alright Dad” Lucy giggled and watched Kurt nod simply “You were amazing actually”
“I second that” Blaine coughed. Sniffing, he took a sip of his tea he held tight in his hands. “Now Miss Lucy, if you go and get changed into your pj’s and brush your teeth, we can watch the video once more before bed ok?”
“Ok” she smiled brightly and kissed both her father’s quickly on the cheek before racing from the room.
“You and Lucy make a great team”
“Next time we find a song we can all sing ok? Neither of us liked you not being there tonight”
“That makes three of us”