Tuesday August 24th That Night.

"Samantha Anderson to the kitchen now." Blaine yelled from the front door. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kurt all day. The way he looked, or talked, or even just sat at his desk. He was sort of hoping to get a call just so he could meet him again. Blaine was soon brought out of his day dream by Samantha entering the kitchen. She kept her head down as she walked to the counter and took a seat on the stool.

"Care to explain why you didn't tell me about yesterday?" Blaine finally asked after a few moments of silence. Samantha huffed and then started crying.

"I'm s-sorry da-dad." She said through broken sobs. "It was ju-just the first day, and, and I didn't want you t-to hate me." She looked down at her hands. Blaine sighed. He would never understand why she always thought he would hate her after she got into trouble. He took her in for a hug and she practically fell limp in his arms. 

"Samantha I could never hate you. I love you. We all make mistakes but when Kur- I mean Mr. Hummel tells you to do something you need to listen okay?" She nodded against his chest. "Good, now go write an apology letter for your teacher while I get dinner started." She jumped off Blaine's lap and ran to her room starting on the note.

Blaine took no time to go change into something more comfortable before starting dinner. While chopping veggies his mind kept wandering to Kurt. He wondered if Kurt cooked, or if he liked stir-fry and what his favorite foods were. He really needed to stop thinking about Samantha's teacher this way. All too soon dinner was ready and he and Samantha were at the counter again eating in peaceful silence.

After dinner Samantha went to take a shower and Blaine got some work done. As he was working to find a house for his newest clients he heard a quiet shuffle behind him. Blaine turned around to see Samantha standing in the doorway in her princess pj's and hair dripping wet.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" She asked nervously from the doorway. He nodded and patted the spot next to him on the bed. Samantha plopped down next to him before speaking again. "I was just wondering if you would go with me to give the letter to Mr. Hummel? He scares me just a little." Blaine laughed at his daughter 

"Of course I will go with you, but sweetie you don't need to be afraid of him okay?" She nodded then laid down on the left side of Blaine's bed. Blaine sighed; Samantha hadn't slept in his bed for years now, but tonight he was willing to make an exception. Blaine went to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth before going back to bed and turning off the light. Falling asleep right as his head hit the pillow.

Wednesday August 25th

The next day he and Samantha walked hand in hand down to her school. She was rambling about one of her new friends but Blaine couldn't pay attention. All his thoughts were occupied with what Kurt would be wearing today. Lately that's all his thoughts had been occupied with. Kurt. They entered the building and walked toward Samantha's class room. Samantha stopped dead in her tracks at the door.

"Come on honey, you can do this." He gave her an encouraging smile and then they went into the room. Blaine took it all in this time. There were little posters hung all around. And paintings he guessed the kids had done in the past few days. All the desks where in islands of four and scattered around the room. The name tags where monkey themed, which would explain most of the other decorations. This was definitely a fifth grade class room. It was rather cute Blaine thought.

"Well hello Sam." Kurt said and smiled at her.

"Hi, I just uhm well you see uh HERE!" She said shoving the letter into his hands and then running out of the room in record time. Kurt just laughed and opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Hummel,
I am very sorry for talking through your lessons and I won't ever do it again. Please don't hate me. 
Love Uhm,
Samantha.

Kurt had a smile on his face while reading the apology.

"It was funny right?" Blaine asked from the doorway. Kurt jumped a little before looking up and nodding.

"Very, why does she think I will hate her? I won't, I think she is incredibly bright actually."

"Honestly I have no idea, she is always like that. I guess she gets it from her mother." Blaine said a little too harsh. He didn't like thinking of Samantha's mother. He looked at the clock and sighed. He had to get to work. But he didn't want to. "Well I have to be going to work, but it was lovely talking with you." He smiled and made his way to the door again. Lovely? Seriously, did I just say that, Blaine thought as he made his way to work. That was great; he just made a complete fool of himself in front of his daughter's teacher, and his newest crush. Awesome he thought as he got into his office.

Sunday September 5th

The next few weeks went well in school with Samantha, she didn't talk through the lessons and Blaine didn't have to go and talk to Kurt about her disrupting the class. Although he was happy about Samantha following the rules, he wished he could get to know Kurt more. He really did like Kurt. And although he barely knew him, he wanted to see where things took them. He just didn't have the guts to ask Kurt out.

That Sunday was pretty normal. Samantha sat on the couch doing homework and watching TV while Blaine worked on house logs and client information. Dinner was eaten in silence and Samantha was in bed without a fit.

Blaine took his time getting ready and by the time he was crawling into his own bed it was almost midnight.

Blaine was awakened by someone shaking his shoulder. He rolled over and looked at his clock. 3:47 Am. He looked over at the one who woke him up. It was Samantha, but she looked a bit pale and had tear stains down her cheeks.

"Samantha sweetie what's wrong?" She just climbed into his bed and hugged him close. She was crying again. "Baby, what's wrong? Do you not feel good?" He felt her shake her head against his chest. What came next both surprised him and made him feel grossed out. Samantha vomited on the floor and most of his forearm. She was crying harder now while also gagging.

"Okay, okay sweetie let's get you to the bathroom." He lifted her into his arms and her arms instantaneously went around his neck. Twenty minutes later Samantha was cleaned up and sleeping in Blaine's bed. Blaine took a shower, cleaned up the vomit left in his room and then climbed into bed next to his sick daughter. She was definitely not going to school today.

Sunday September 12th 

A week later and Samantha still wasn't feeling well. She still was vomiting and barely keeping down any foods. She had already missed an entire week of school and Blaine had missed an entire week of work. If she didn't start feeling better Blaine could loose his job. He didn't have that much time off.

On Sunday Blaine was lounging around the house wearing only Pajama pants when the door bell rang. He looked over at Samantha who was sleeping soundly on the couch; he got up quietly and made his way to the door.

Kurt made his way to the address written on the paper. He didn't quite know why he was going but he was. He walked up the two flights of stairs and straight to the door. He hesitated a minute then rang the doorbell. He heard shuffling from inside and then the door swung open. Blaine stood in front of him half naked and leaning against the door frame. Kurt couldn't stop staring. Blaine was well cut and very tan. Like a golden god. He had toned abs that were well defined. His biceps were extremely large, which you wouldn't think of on such a short man like Blaine. 

"Uhm Kurt?" Kurt looked up from staring to see Blaine eyeing him. He blushed. "Can I help you?" He said with a little laugh.

Kurt blushed even more. "I uhm I was stopping by to see if Samantha was okay. Since she wasn't at school all week." He managed to get out.

"Oh well she is actually pretty much the same. She hasn't puked in a few hours so that's good." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Would uhm do you want to come in?" Kurt looked up and nodded before stepping inside and taking off his shoes.

Kurt looked around the apartment. It was a little cluttered but it felt like a home. The kitchen was small with an out of date fridge that made Kurt laugh. It was a baby blue color, covered with different pieces of art work Samantha had done. There were two stools at the island and a vase of flowers in the middle. On his left was the living room. The couch was green but matched and the TV was small as well. There was a desk in the corner with a laptop on it. And lying on the couch was Samantha.

"She looks so helpless." Kurt said from the doorway.

"She just hasn't been sleeping lately. I'm planning on sending her back to school tomorrow." Kurt was a little surprised by this. He thought Samantha would need at least another few days to rest.

"Are you sure? She still looks sick."

"I know. But she doesn't have a fever and hasn't thrown up in a few hours. And I have to get back to work and she has to go back. She's missed enough already." Kurt nodded his head in agreement. They sat in silence for awhile before Blaine turned to him smiling.

"Kurt, I know that, uhm well we don't really know each other. But I was wondering if maybe you wanted to, I don't know, go out to dinner?" He looked so hopeful and it broke Kurt's heart.

He sighed before answering. "I'm sorry Blaine, I, its just I don't date my students parent's. I should probably go. Tell Samantha I will see her tomorrow." He smiled at the girl sleeping on the couch then turned and left the apartment and the beautiful man sitting on the couch.

Monday September 13th

Blaine sat in his office, looking through stacks of paperwork he had missed last week. He didn't feel like working right now. He wanted to be at home. But he couldn't miss another day and neither could Samantha.

He wasn't really paying attention to the work at hand though, all he could think about was Kurt and getting turned down. Why should it matter if he was a parent? He just didn't get it. He was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing.

"Blaine Anderson, how may I help you find a home?"

He heard a sigh on the other end. It sounded like someone was crying. "Blaine, it-its Kurt. I have some uhm bad news. It's Samantha."

Blaine couldn't really remember the rest of the conversation. He was speeding to get to the hospital. Samantha had fainted in class and he kept beating himself up inside for sending her back to school. He parked quickly and ran inside. Once there he looked around frantically. He was so scared and didn't really know where to go. But finally saw the reception desk.

"Excuse me I need to find my daughter." The receptionist looked up from the desk.

"Name sir."

"Blaine. Anderson!" She turned to her computer and started typing. After a few minutes she turned to him again.

"She is in the children's wing. Room 146. Right through there." She pointed down the hallway. He thanked her and started running as fast as he could. Finally he reached her room. He pushed open the door and looked inside.

Samantha was lying in the hospital bed sleeping. There was an IV running out of her arm and a heart monitor was bleeping next to her. The TV was on, but was muted. And there were two chairs but one was occupied. Kurt sat on the edge of his chair holding onto Samantha's hand. Kurt looked up, eyes swimming with tears and a frown on his face. Blaine let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in and then ran to his daughter's side.

Friday September 17th

Samantha was finally back home. Turns out she had been extremely dehydrated and that's why she fainted in class. With a few days at the hospital and an IV she was all good to go home. Samantha was sleeping on the couch while Blaine was working when the doorbell rang. He sighed and got up making his way to the door. This all felt like dejavu. He opened the door and a smile broke across his face.

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?" He said enthusiastically while pulling his mom into a hug.

"Well our grandbaby was in the hospital and we wanted to see you both." His father, Jerry Anderson, said. Blaine smiled and then hugged his father.

"I'm so glad to see you both." Blaine said while walking back inside.

When walking back into the living room he saw Samantha sitting up. "Hey sweetie guess who came to see you?" She gave him a confused look but before he could answer his mother and father ran into the living room. Samantha's face brightened and she got up running to be engulfed in a hug from her grandparents. She was smiling for the first time in a few days. Blaine knew she was having a hard time staying home but she needed to get better.

"How are you baby girl?" His dad asked Samantha. She frowned at the nickname. She was most definitely NOT a baby.

"I'm good papa!" Samantha said. "But I'm not a baby."

"Actually it's really great that you guys are here. I have to go down to Samantha's school to talk to Mr. Hummel and get her missing homework. So would you stay here and watch her?" Both his parents nodded, so he headed to the front door, keys in hand, and then stepped into the blazing sun.

It was still good weather for September in New York so Blaine decided to walk the few blocks to Samantha's school. He hadn't talked to Kurt since the hospital and he shuttered at the memory.

Blaine didn't realize when he started crying but he was pretty sure it was the moment he saw his daughter lying helplessly in the hospital all because of his doing. He sat there in his daughter's hospital room crying for at least an hour before looking up. He saw Kurt sitting across from him, also crying. 

"You don't have to stay Kurt, thank you for bringing her in, but you can leave." Blaine said bluntly.

"I, can I stay?" Blaine was a little confused but nodded his head. They sat in there for a while until the doctor came and took Blaine into the hallway to talk. Upon coming back in, he saw Kurt talking to Samantha who had woken up from napping.

"Sweetie, you're up!" Blaine placed a kiss on her forehead and she just nodded and smiled. He sat down, and watched as they conversed. He wasn't expecting Kurt to take his hand in his. But it was warm, and felt safe, and that's what he needed right now. He looked up and smiled, receiving a smile back.

Nothing happened after that, and he was a little confused. Blaine finally made it to the building and went straight towards Kurt's class room. He knocked lightly on the door then entered.

Kurt was sitting at his desk grading papers. Blaine stood awkwardly by the door before finally speaking.

"Hey, I just came by to get all of Samantha's missing work if that's possible."

Kurt was nodding. "Of course, here I have it all in a folder." He got up from his desk and rummaged through a couple of things before pulling out a pink folder. "Pink, Sam said it was her favorite color." He walked over to Blaine and handed him the folder. He blushed as their fingers brushed.

"Thank you. She should be back on Monday so I will get her all set with this." Blaine said and then turned to leave.

"Uhm Blaine!" Kurt practically yelled. Blaine turned around giving him a questioning look.

"Uh, yea?"

"Well, I was just, kinda, uhm, wondering.... How do I put this, uhm..."

Blaine was really confused. "You should just say it, because I'm getting a little confused." He said honestly.

Kurt took a deep breath then, "I was wondering if that dinner was still available." Straight and to the point.

Blaine just sat there for a minute. And Kurt continued to speak. "I mean I understand if I missed the opportunity, and if you don't want to right away because Samantha is still sick I completely understand, I was just wondering if it was still available."

Blaine was pretty sure Kurt was mumbling by now, and he just started laughing. Which earned him a signature glare from Kurt.

"The dinner is still available Kurt."

"Oh, okay."

"Maybe next weekend would be best since my parents are in town, and Samantha won't have much make-up homework left." Kurt nodded in agreement, then looked down awkwardly at his hands. "Alright then, I guess I will call you later, and set everything up, bye Kurt." And with that he walked swiftly out the door.