"Well technically, I'm not lying. We are an hour away from the train station at the time being," she said quietly, trying to rationalize that what she was doing was a good idea, "and my dad is by far the most oblivious person I know, so the chance of him catching on any time soon is nonexistent."

"And your papa?" Andrew was getting frustrated.

"What about him?"

He sighed, "What are his chances of figuring out our little operation?" The car went silent for much longer than what was comfortable, so he quickly studied his fianc�e's face before returning his eyes to the road.

"I didn't think of that," she whispered, shame coating her voice thickly. "Am I making a colossal mistake?" She stared back at him with glassy eyes that he was never able to resist. She was feeling guilty, but there was no looking back now, when her father was getting off the Amtrak in 20 minutes.

"I don't know, Sweetheart," he said honestly, "but now isn't the time to have second thoughts. Things are happening. There's no going back." He grabbed her hand, massaging it with his own. "I think that now would be a good time to call your dad and ask him to pick up your father from the train station." Andrew turned into an empty parking lot and turned off the car, giving her his full attention.

She picked up her phone gingerly, dialing her dad's number, "Am I a bad person?" she asked him as the phone started ringing.

He chuckled as he reached his free hand over, tucking her stray hair behind her ear, "Do you think I would ask a bad person to spend the rest of their life with me?" Elizabeth smiled shyly, relaxing under his touch, when a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dad?" She sounded extremely nervous, continuously looking at her fianc� for comfort. He smiled at her with encouragement, mouthing the word, "speaker". He figured if she was going to go through with this, he would support her one hundred percent. She clicked a button on her phone, and he could hear her dad speaking.

"Hey sweetheart, is everything alright? Did you pick up your father already? The train shouldn't be stopping for another --"

"-- Actually, that's why I'm calling. Andrew and I," she took a deep breath, "we were planning on stopping by the office, but everything got held up and now we're like, an hour away from the station." She closed her eyes, wincing, like she was mentally preparing herself for a reply. After a few minutes, her dad spoke.

"Elizabeth," he annunciated, continuing to speak hesitantly, "what exactly are you asking?"

She didn't speak.

"Elizabeth Anderson--Hummel, please tell me you're not about to ask me what I think what you're going to ask me." Of all the years he had known Mr. Anderson, he never heard him speak in such a tone. Andrew couldn't quite place the emotions behind it, but he could make a good guess.

"I am," she said, barely above a whisper. Her hands were shaking and Andrew felt completely helpless.

"God damn it, Liz!" Blaine spit out angrily. Mr. Anderson didn't curse. He most certainly never cursed to his daughter, which is why she looked so completely shocked. She was looking at her phone in disbelief. As if on cue, a single tear fell down her face.

Silence. That's all he could hear. Deadly silence and heavy breathing completely surrounded him. He's been in plenty of awkward situations in life, but this was incomparable. The lingering silence could have been five minutes or it could have been a few seconds, but none of that mattered when he knew that two people he cared about were currently in distress while he was sitting back doing nothing.

Elizabeth was about to speak when Andrew took the phone from her and turned off the speaker. She tried protesting but was too overwhelmed to get angry.

"Mr. Anderson? This is Andrew."

"Yeah," Blaine replied absently, seeming to be lost deeply in his thoughts.

"We are really, genuinely sorry that we have to bring this up to you last minute, but it's my fault, sir. I got held up, Lizzie told me we had to go, but time escaped me and here we are."

"No, yeah, I mean," he heard a lot of rustling on the other line, "so what time should I pick him up?" Blaine sounded defeated. Andrew looked at his watch, reading 11:35 a.m.

"About five minutes ago, sir." Andrew turned to look at his fianc�e, who was staring out the passenger door with no emotion on her face. He knew that look, a clear sign that she was devastated. "With all due respect, I think you should speak to Lizzy before we hang up."

"Of course," he said quickly, and with that, he handed the phone over. She quickly snatched it from his hands, preparing to apologize, but it seemed like her dad beat her to the punch.

"Daddy, no, I should be the one who is sorry --

"I know, Dad, it just came out. I understand why --

"But you've been so stressed about this whole situation --

"Stop saying that! It's not your fault, it's --

"Yes it is. You don't understand --

"It's okay. No really, it's fine. I'm fine.

"Okay, how about tomorrow? Same place and time? Perfect.

"I told you it's okay! Love you too." She shut the phone, leaned against her chair, and took a long breath before turning to Andrew. She was beautiful, he thought. Her eyes were so expressive, he could read her like a children's book. It was times like these when he wondered what she saw in him. He could admit that he wasn't bad looking. He was half black, half Hispanic, and Elizabeth said that his piercing green eyes were what drew her to him so quickly. He was 6 foot 1, but didn't look too giant next to his fianc�e, who stood at 5 foot 9. He would never know how he got so lucky, but he was not complaining.

"Everything okay?" Elizabeth just stared at him, her lips slowly turning into a smile.

"You didn't have to do that, stupid," she weakly punched his arm, making him gasp in mock horror.

"Yes, I did," he smiled, "and you know why?" She shook her head, still smiling and waiting for his answer, "Well, the love of my life is being a sneaky little brat, but with good intentions," he reached and cupped her face, "So when I saw that she was upset, my instincts kind of took over. So even though my beautiful fianc�e is abusive, manipulative, and incredibly mean, I just couldn't let that happen."

"Shut up, I'm not abusive," she said, followed by another punch to his arm. They both giggled at that.

"Call it whatever you want, Love," he paused and continued. "My life mission is to make sure that those beautiful eyes stay dry. I can't handle it when I see you crying and I can't do anything about it." They just stared each other for a few moments, savoring the moment. Every moment with Elizabeth, he thought to himself, was a moment to savor.

"You're such a sap," she said endearingly, "but I love you anyways. Thanks for what you did for me."

"Forget about it. It's in the job description," he replied as he started the car. "Now let's head home so I can meet my other father-in-law to be."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

"With that being said, I am awarding Blaine Anderson full custody of Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel," the judge said as she slammed her gavel against the hardwood.

Kurt woke up, sweating and shaking, just as he always did when he had this recurring nightmare. He blinked a few times, confused as to where he was. He looked around to several pairs of eyes staring at him in concern, finally registering that he was on the train. He took a deep breath, relaxing his nerves, and took out his phone to reveal the time. Only a few minutes until the train would dock. Only a few minutes until he would get to embrace his daughter in his arms. Only a few minutes until he would meet his future son-in-law.

Kurt would be lying if he said he didn't spend every moment he was awake for the past few days putting together a wedding album, feeling fabrics, visiting bakeries, comparing prices, and finding and matching colors. He had money. A lot of money after spending over two decades on stage. He was planning on spending a lot of it on his daughter's wedding, but what he was most excited about was spending quality time with her. Sure, they spoke on the phone very often, but it just wasn't the same. A father was supposed to be there for his daughter. He wasn't there much for her when she was young. He certainly wasn't there for her when she and her father moved to a different state. Now he had his chance and he was going to take advantage of every moment he had with her.

He stared out the window, daydreaming of what the next few months were about to hold. He had only been to Philadelphia a few times in his life, and he must admit it was a beautiful city. That didn't, however, make his heart hurt whenever someone would mention going there for a weekend. That didn't stop him from rooting against the Philadelphia Eagles, which had nothing to do with the Giants being in the same division. He didn't even like football. The reason he had such strong feelings for this city was because this city was where his ex-husband moved his daughter after he took his daughter away from him. He hated Philadelphia because he hated the man who lived here. Maybe hate was too strong of a word. He knows he can never hate "Him". After all, at one point in his life, Kurt completely and undeniably loved his ex-husband. Before Elizabeth, he was the best thing that ever happened to Kurt. But that was then, and this was now. And the feelings he had for his ex have completely changed.

The train went to a stop, pulling Kurt out of his thoughts. Suddenly, everything was becoming real. His daughter was getting married, and they were going to spend three months together to make this wedding perfect. He was about to gain a new son. Everything was going to be great as long as He stood out of Kurt's way. People started standing from their seat, all seemingly excited for what adventures they were going to have in Pennsylvania. Kurt followed their lead, and after a long wait in line, he finally set foot on Philadelphia soil.