Kurt stood at the kitchen island measuring out floor for pancakes on morning when Lola came running down the stairs in her pajamas with her hair everywhere and tears streaked down her face. Blaine followed her looking confused.

"Papa, Papa, no, no, no. NOT DADA!"

"What's up Lola-pop?" Kurt picked up the 3 year old and set her on the counter.

 "Dada hurted Papa" the little girl sniffed.

"What?" Kurt looked at Blaine who looked just as confused as before with a dash of hurt.

"Dada made Papa shout"

"Baby, please tell us what you mean"

"I had a bad dream last night and went to your room but heard Papa shouting, Dada was on top of him" Lola started a fresh flood of tears .

"Oh....."

"Oh look at the time, TYLER GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE, WE HAVE TO GO!" Blaine shouted up to Tyler who was most likely texting whatever girl he had now.

Kurt looked desperately for Blaine, but Blaine was refusing to make eye-contact.

Tyler came strolling in to the kitchen but stopped when he saw what was going on then he ran to Lola asking if she was OK and hugging her. People can say what they want about fifteen year olds but Tyler was so different, he wasn't ashamed to admit, he was a jock with two dads, a baby sister that arrived a little late to the party and a cat called Kitty Purry. And he loved them.

"Ty, come on!" Blaine knew he was about to get trapped.

"Not ‘til I find out what happened to Lol"

"She wants to know why I was on top of your dad last night and he was shouting, now. Come ON!"

"Oh.....Kay....bye guys love you!" Tyler and Blaine ran out the door before the last syllable was out.

"Papa?" Lola looked at Kurt with huge blue eyes, so innocent and sincere he wouldn't lie straight to her.

"Baby, Dada and Papa were playing" Kurt couldn't lie but he couldn't tell the truth either.

"What were you playin'?"

"Lola sweetie, do you want to watch Dora?"

Kurt sighed with relief when he saw his daughter nod and run to the living room. He would have to deal with it sooner or later. He chooses later.