Monday August 9th

"Please dad! I NEED this for school; it's not a want but a NEED!" Samantha was pouting as they made there way through the store, looking for school supplies and other things that where going to be needed. "Samantha you do not need six binders, you are going into fifth grade NOT high school." Blaine was slowly getting a head ache.

"Daddy, I do though, all of these are to pretty to put back." She stuck out her bottom lip, trying to make the ever known puppy pout she had perfected in the last five years.

"No, choose two and put the rest back, we need to go get you some crayons and markers." He was definitely putting his foot down on this matter; he didn't need to be spending the extra money. And he didn't need the head ache.

"Ugh, fine, but can I push the cart please!" He let her take over, she could barely see over the handles, and he could barely manage to suppress his laugh. Blaine soon decided letting his almost ten year old daughter push the cart was a bad idea, as she just slammed it into someone. Shit Samantha.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Blaine didn't really look to who he was talking to; he was already facing Samantha, about to explode. He let out a breath and bent down to the same height as Samantha. "Samantha, please, control yourself, for one, and two, apologize to that man who you just ran into." He motioned up with his hand.

"Sorry Mr. Sir for running the cart into your leg." Blaine smiled at Samantha, then turned his attention to the man standing in front of them.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. The man in front of him was beautiful. Actually that was an understatement, he was breath taking. Blaine had never seen anyone as amazing as this man. And that's saying a lot because he went to an all boy's school. The man was wearing a dark pair of jeans rolled up at the ends, showing off a blue pair of Sperry's. He had a white dress shirt tucked into his jeans and a red blazer over that. It even had a pocket hankie. Blaine was mesmerized. This man definitely had to be involved in fashion. Then he looked up to his eyes. They were astonishing; they were the color of the ocean in the early morning. Blaine had never seen eyes like them before, he would have remembered. His chestnut hair was perfectly parted to the right, and he was smiling. Not big enough to where you could see his teeth, but Blaine could tell it was his true smile.

"Its okay sweetie." Blaine was taken aback by his voice. It was angelic to put lightly. Then the other man turned to Blaine. Blaine smiled. "Look I'm really sorry about this whole thing. She is just, well she isn't tall enough to see over the handle." He laughed to himself.

"It's perfectly okay, I'm Ku-." He was off my Samantha yelling at Blaine from down the aisle. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, it was really great meeting you, and sorry again..." He left the question hanging.

"Kurt Hummel." They shook hands and Blaine was running down to Samantha who was stuffing the cart full of kitten binders. This was going to be a long shopping day Blaine thought.

Sunday August 22nd

It was 10pm. Blaine was just trying to get Samantha into bed and finish some work for tomorrow. But no such luck. Samantha was running around the house, screaming about how she can't wait to be a fifth grader. Blaine thought he was gonna pull his hair out.

"Samantha Adele Anderson if you don't get into bed within the next five minutes you are going to be in so much trouble you won't get to go into fifth grade." He looked over at her. She was on the verge of tears; he got up from the couch and hugged her. She fell into his arms. She was always the one child who would get over tired until she broke down. Like she was doing right now.

Blaine took her in his arms and carried her to the couch. They sat there, Samantha crying into his neck, for half an hour before she finally fell asleep. Blaine then carried her to her little room.

Samantha had decorated it herself a few years back. They had just moved into the new apartment and she begged for weeks before Blaine finally gave in. She decided to paint it a bubble gum pink and then did polka dots in dark brown, beige, and dark pink. It all matched her polka dot comforter. He placed her under the covers, turned off the light and shut the door.

By the time he was getting into bed it was already one in the morning he had to get up in less than five hours. This week was already looking hectic.

Monday August 23rd

His alarm went off at 5am the next morning. Blaine needed to get ready and start breakfast, while trying to get Samantha up and out the door in time. He got showered and ready, pulling on his suit and tie. He never really liked wearing that attire, but it was required.

Soon, he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and trying to pull Samantha out of bed. No matter how excited she was last night, she did not want to get out of bed. Finally she got up, and went to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. Blaine kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him.

"Fifth grade!" He smiled down at her, as he took a sip of coffee. Within half an hour they were running out the door. No matter how hard Blaine tried, he could never get them ready in time.

They walked hand in hand down the street to Samantha's school. She hugged her dad, then ran inside.

Samantha was definitely excited to start off fifth grade. Most of her friends from last year where in her class, and the boy she had a crush on sat next to her. All the student's were sitting in their seats when the bell rang and in walked their teacher.

He was wearing a simple outfit. But still looked like a teacher. And he had a mug in his left hand. He was smiling, waiting for the students to quiet down. Samantha was pretty sure she had seen this man somewhere; she just couldn't place her finger on it. She would have to ask her dad. The teacher scanned the room, looking at all his students before speaking.

"Good morning class, I'm Mr. Hummel."  

Blaine got off work and made his way home. When he entered he saw Samantha sitting on the couch, watching TV, while Susan, the nanny was in the kitchen working on dinner. 

He pulled off his tie, and took off his shoes walking into the living room. 

"Hey sweetie, how was the first day?" She looked up from the TV with a smile plastered on her face. 

"Good daddy, all my friends and I played together after lunch. It was so much fun." She continued to tell Blaine about her day as a fifth grader. 

"So, do you like your teacher?" She nodded but didn't say anything past that. Blaine thought that was weird since she always talked his ear off about her teachers. Maybe she really didn't have anything to say this time, which would be a first. 

Tuesday August 24th

The next day was the same routine. Except this time they were running early, so Blaine decided to go and meet Samantha's new teacher. Although she seemed very displeased with this information, he told her he needed to talk to him eventually. 

They arrived and Samantha ran off to play with her friends on the play ground. When Blaine got to the class room the door was closed, so he knocked. He heard someone call him in. He gasped as he opened the door. 

The same man from the store sat at the desk across the room. Said man was looking down at a newspaper, reading something important. 

"..Kurt" Blaine let out barely above a whisper. The other man looked up from his newspaper, seeing as someone had just entered the room.

"Oh, wow, you're the man from the store. What are you doing here?" 

"Well, my daughter is actually in your class. Samantha." Blaine said with a smile.

"Ah, I knew she looked familiar. Well I guess we should start discussing yesterday." Blaine gave a confused look. "She didn't tell you about yesterday?" He shook his head. Samantha was acting weird this morning, and this would explain. "Well basically, she was talking through all the lessons yesterday, and when asked to stop she refused." Blaine sighed. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't even know. No wonder she didn't tell me anything about you yesterday. I will be talking to her tonight. I'm sorry Mr. Hummel." 

"Please, call me Kurt." The other man said. Blaine smiled and then stood up. 

"Well it was nice properly meeting you, and I will talk to Samantha tonight. But please call if she does that again." Blaine handed him his card, and then turned to leave just as the bell rang. 

When he got to the car he couldn't stop smiling. Yes, he was mad at Samantha for not telling him about yesterday. But he got to meet Kurt, which was worth it.