8:15am, in a spare bedroom, in a nice Manhattan, apartment, a little girl was waking up, shivering, almost sobbing, after what you could call a nightmare. "It was just a dream, just a silly dream", kept saying the little girl to reassure herself. But the image of her mother crashing her car, with little Dianna standing besides her, wasn't really much of dream, and more like a bad memory. A memory she would have to keep for the rest of her life and god knows how many late reenactment she would have to endure for the years to come. She wished she could just make it go away, like her daddy used to do, when she got hurt, when she was younger. She didn't how he did it, but he would always kiss the pain away. It was so simple back then. Even when her daddy couldn't, her mommy would. But now, her mommy was the one who hurt her, and she suspected that even her daddy couldn't kiss it away. Especially since he wasn't even here. His side of the bed was cold, like he didn't sleep in it. Suddenly, Dianna got even more scared. Where was he, where has he been? Why wasn't he here, to make her feel safe? He had promised her that! To always protect her!

Maybe he had been kidnapped… maybe her mommy hired some people to hurt her daddy. Maybe he was in a basement somewhere in NY, and no one would ever find him! Dianna's imagination kept wondering to the worst places, before she finally decided to get up and check for himself. She started running toward the door, ready to run to the end of earth to look for her father and rescue him. But she wouldn't need to go that far, and he certainly didn't any rescue, apparently. Because, as she opened the door, in one quick movement, she saw him and froze. Sure enough, here he was, sleeping on the couch, with no one, but Kurt, cuddling on the sofa, his head pressed on the other man's chest and their legs intertwined. Well, that was definitely unexpected.

Dianna just stood there, looking at the men, sleeping peacefully, not sure what to do. Well, at least her daddy wasn't having a bad dream, like her. Seriously, she had been worried about her father those past few days, because he seemed much more lost and affected than her. But right now, he was pretty much having the best time of her life she could tell. The fact is she had never seen him that way. She didn't mean cuddling with Kurt, but cuddling, period. I mean she used to go sometimes in the middle of the night or in the morning, after a bad dream, in her parent's bedroom, surprising them. She had always been afraid to find them kissing, which she founded gross actually, but she never did. They were usually sleeping, each one on his side of the bed, at least 2 feet from each other. Even in the mornings. Like her daddy was on his side of the bed, his head turned to the window, his back on his mommy. She had never seen them cuddle also in the living room, or at least not with her around. She never asked herself why, but now she had a pretty good idea. I mean, she always wanted to cuddle with her daddy or her mommy because it was her way to be close to them, to show them that she loved them, and it was their way, she was sure, to prove her back that they loved her and they were there for her no matter what. And now, her dad was cuddling with Kurt. It didn't take a genius to figure out that her father loved Kurt and he loved him back. And probably her daddy never shared that love with her mommy. And suddenly she didn't find it so gross anymore because she could tell that her dad was happy. Right there, right now. So if he could be happy just a little while longer, she wasn't going and mess it up. She would let them sleep and go back to her room, and do something. This was his happy dream, let him enjoy it while he could.

But just as she had this genuine idea, a strident sound ripped apart the calm atmosphere of the living room, and the next thing she knew, was that her father had been knocked out of the couch, falling miserably on the floor, in a big cracking sound. Well, that fixed the issue of waking them up, at least.

The strident sound kept echoing through the apartment, but none of the men really paid attention to it, as Kurt was trying to help Blaine get back on his feet, apologizing over and over to Blaine, who had apparently hurt his head in the falling process. They didn't even notice Dianna standing there, who was on the edge of broking into laughter.

The little girl finally found the source of the awful sound and it was nothing more than her daddy's ringtone. Well, she had always hated that awful tone, and at least, she was sure now that he would change it. Seriously who, in their right mind, put "Misery" at full volume as a ringtone, besides?

She checked the screener who displayed "Phil calling". Well, she knew the guy and apparently the only way to make that awful sound stop was to answer the damn phone, because obviously, the two adults were slightly busy at the moment. She decided quickly and pressed the answer button, as she returned to her room, still unnoticed.

"Hello?" whispered Dianna, closing the door behind her.

"Huh… is that Blaine Anderson's number?" said Phil with an unsure tone.

"Hey, Phil it's Dianna!" said the girl higher this time

"Hey sweetie, is your daddy around?"

"Huh… he is on the floor actually…"

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, he fell off the couch. Or Kurt pushed him, I'm not sure."

"What bloody…."

"Yeah, I mean they were sleeping together and…"

"You know what darling, just tell him to call me back, will you?" cut quickly Phil.

"Ok Phil, Bye!" and she hung up.

On the other side of the line, Phil was looking at the phone, a bit shocked but highly amused. He let out a chuckle, catching the attention of his wife who was preparing breakfast. Quinn turned to him, a questioning look on her face.

"What's up? Are they ok?"

"Oh, you know, darling, I think they'll be just fine", commented Phil with a smirk.

"Better than fine, I'll say" he added mentally.

Back in the living room, Blaine had finally managed to get back on his feet, massaging his head, which he hit against the table. And Kurt was still apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kicked you. I just got startled by god knows what, and well, I have weird reflexes…" said Kurt, a guilty look on his face.

"It's ok, Kurt. I mean it" reassured him Blaine, by putting a hand on his shoulder. "But next time, if you really need to wake me up, a kiss would do just fine" he added, a malicious smile on his face.

"Oh you! Come here" Kurt closed the gap between them and gave him a gentle peck on the lips, before quickly backing out, much at Blaine's disappointment.

"On the other hand, you should better brush you teeth before. I don't do very well morning breaths."

"First you kick me out of the couch and then you say I smell bad. Really, I don't know what I'm still doing with a man who clearly enjoy torturing me", pouted Blaine.

"You'll be just fine, cry-baby" chuckled Kurt, smacking Blaine's ass as he was passing by.

Blaine turned around, feigning a shocked expression on his face, only to get answered by the most angelic smile that Kurt could produce.

"Shameless man" mumbled Blaine, before getting in his room, a wide smile across his face.

When he entered the room, the first thing he saw was Dianna, standing here, fully awake, in the apparent process of ending a call on his very own cellular. She didn't flinch when she saw him enter, but only smiled at him in a way that made Blaine almost uncomfortable, like she knew a secret or something.

"Hi daddy, sleep well?" asked the little girl innocently, as she reached to him for a hug. Blaine happily obliged, squeezing her a bit, before letting go, and leaning to her, looking at the phone, that she was still holding.

"Slept well, thank you. Is that my phone?"

"Yeah, he kept ringing. I guess that's what woke you up"

"Oh, right!"

"But daddy, seriously, are you going to change that tune or lower the volume a bit, because I really think that the whole building heard it ringing, I swear."

"Right. But that doesn't explain why you answered it." Continued Blaine, still determined to get to the bottom of that story

"Oh yes! I answered because you were too busy…" said Dianna, with a little smile, that made Blaine's face heat up a bit, "and because it was Phil. He said that you should call him back!"

"Oh fuck! Phil!" Blaine face palmed. Of course, Phil would call. After all they had set up the conference call for 8, and it was… 8:30, noticed Blaine, looking at the clock on the alarm radio.

"Dad, no swearing, you said!"

"I'm sorry baby. I'm just…super late. Go put your clothes on, or eat something or whatever, I got to get ready"

Dianna simply stayed put as she watched her father fidgeting and running around the room in frenzy looking for his personal belongings, smacking different parts of his body in the process and always swearing afterwards. It wasn't really a pretty sight to see her dad so flustered about the whole thing, so she just decided to get out of the way before he would trip over her too or something. She moved out of the room, closing the door behind her, as her dad finally gathered his things and closed himself in the bathroom.

Dianna sighed.

"Here goes the dream", she whispered to himself before settling to the couch and turning the TV on. She might as well enjoy as much as she could of the day. This wasn't going to be pretty.

Blaine finally got out of his room, fifteen minutes later, fully dressed and showered. Dianna had apparently put some Disney channel and was fully absorbed in whatever cartoon that was played. The sight of his little girl enjoying her time like any 4 years old would do almost comforted him. Almost. Because no cartoon or child movie could erase the lump that was back in his throat when he would think about the fight that was about to go down between him and Lisa for Dianna's custody. And as many efforts he would do to protect his baby, he knew that she would need more than a Disney channel cartoon marathon to feel better.

"Hey, sweetheart, have you seen Kurt?"

"No, I guess, he's still in his room, getting ready" answered Dianna, not ever breaking her gaze from the TV.

Blaine almost run to Kurt's room, and without even knocking, he opened the door free, displaying the image of one of the famous Kurt Hummel moisturizing routines. The said Kurt Hummel, who almost dropped on of his many cream bottles, startled by the sudden apparition of Blaine in his bedroom.

"Oh my god Blaine, you scared me to death over here" screamed Kurt, a hand on his heart.

"Sorry, but I need you. Remember, we were supposed to call Phil at 8am, and it's almost 9!" almost screamed back Blaine

"Ok, just let me finish …" but Kurt couldn't finish neither his sentence nor his routine, as Blaine suddenly took him by the arm and dragged him out on the living room, not caring about Kurt's loud protests.

"Drop your hand Blaine, I can walk alone thank you!" yelled Kurt, annoyed by Blaine frenzy state. Blaine understood that he should better let go of him, and stop being so pushy while Kurt was upset. He had often experienced some of Kurt's legendary fits first handed and it wasn't something that he wanted to happen. Especially not right now. So he dropped his hand, and gave some space to Kurt, so he could calm down.

"Can we call Phil now?" asked Blaine, like a child asking for ice cream.

"oh my god Blaine, don't you know how to pick up a phone on your own and dial a number?"

"It's just… I need you Kurt, for this. Help me please" Blaine sounded so desperate that Kurt couldn't continue being mad anymore. He turned to see Blaine on the edge of loosing it, his eyes sparkling, and he just went to hug him. Because he knew that he was being selfish right now. That Blaine was more important than his moisturizing routine, and that Blaine couldn't face up alone to the challenges that were ahead of him. He shouldn't have to. And if being there just meant putting a comforting on his knee while he was dialing a number, than be it. He would do it. He would do so much more.

They settled for the kitchen, as Dianna was still watching the TV, and made sure to close the door behind them. It wasn't a conversation that she should hear. Kurt brought a glass of water to Kurt, who smiled at him for his considerate gesture, before finally dialing Phil's number. And Kurt did jus what he said: he sit down, close to the other man, a gentle hand on his knee, and a reassuring look on his face.

"Hello? Blaine?" finally answered Phil after a few moments.

"Hey Phil, it's Blaine and Kurt. You're on speaker. Listen I'm sorry for this morning, I kind of passed out last night and…"

"It's ok, Blaine really. From what I gathered from Dianna, you were pretty busy" cut Phil. Kurt could almost see the smile on Phil's face, and raised an eyebrow to Blaine, who just shrugged.

"Yeah. Sorry about that also. So, what's the deal, Phil?"

"You tell me, mate. I mean, we have several options here. But let me ask you something, before. Are you ready to fight for Dianna's custody or not?"

"Of course I am" said Blaine with indignation. How could he ask such a thing!

"I know you are but you have to be prepared for every possibility and since the facts are… I mean what they are, it might be a ugly fight"

Blaine didn't respond for a moment. Would he be able to face Lisa, and his parents-in-law and well, the world and tell them what he was? Who he was? Would he be able to face their judging looks and the repulsion on their faces?

"Blaine?" called Phil, on the other side of the line.

"Blaine, look at me…" whispered Kurt, locking his eyes with Blaine. "Look at me, it's going to be all right. I'm there, remember? And I know you can do this. Courage, Blaine".

It's all it took for Blaine to regain confidence. A single word and the look of pure love and support that showed on Kurt's face. So he took the receiver in his hand and said solemnly :

"I'm ready, Phil. I'm ready to fight for my girl and for my rights."

"Good" Phil sounded surprisingly relieved. Maybe he was doubting Blaine as much the man doubted himself. "So now, I thing the best course of action would be to agree on a settlement. It's way better than a public court case, where the politics could quickly mess everything."

"A settlement? Yeah, I think it could work" agreed Kurt, after receiving a nod from Blaine.

"Ok, so I'll contact Lisa and her lawyer and we'll see if she agrees to that. I don't think it would be a problem because she probably want to keep the lowest profile possible."

"I'd say so, too"

"All right, then. I'll call you tonight to keep you updated on the events."

"Thank you Phil. I really mean it"

"You're welcome Blaine. Talk to you later."

"Wait! Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you please tell Lisa to just say to her parents that I'm out of town for a personal emergency or something. Since her dad is my boss and all…."

"Sure, Blaine. I'll take care of it. Have a nice day". And he hung up.

Even when the call ended, Blaine just kept staring at the phone in his hands. Kurt knew that he was scared, upset, and he was lost. He had no idea how to handle the case. He squeezed his tight, and just like that, he let him know that he was going to be here with him and everything was going to be ok. Blaine finally raised his head to look at Kurt and apparently what he saw Kurt's eyes, made him relax.

"That's good Blaine if you can leave that private. Settle on something with Lisa; it would help you and Dianna a lot."

"I don't know if she will accept, though"

"She will. She needs it to be as less messy as possible. You know that. Sure, it will take some compromises, but…"

"I will compromise on everything, but Dianna's well being" said Blaine with determination

"Ok, sure. Well, now get up, there is no point at sitting staring at that phone all day. Phil is gonna call back tonight. In the mean time, you should find something to keep yourself busy!"

"I don't know what to do…" admitted Blaine, sheepishly.

"Well, In that case, you should just come with me. At work, I mean. If you want, of course…"

"I would love too! Just let me call Dianna' school, and the office and invent some pitiful excuse and I'll come with you. Wait, what about Dianna?"

"Let her come too. She will have fun." Smiled Kurt

"Ok, good! Just leave me 10 minutes to get Dianna ready and we'll go!" said, Blaine somewhat very exited by the idea.

Kurt laughed, thinking about how happy Blaine looked, in the prospect of going with him to work. It was almost like someone had told him that Christmas was a month early this year. But that's exactly why Kurt was happy. Because Blaine, even for a moment, was able to forget his worries and get exited for something. It was, sure, a brief, but nonetheless, certain relieve in all that madness.

Blaine almost flied out of the living room to get Dianna and get ready to the big day ahead of them. When Kurt proposed to let him come with him, he took that as some kind of achievement. Kurt was trying hard to trust him again, and he was opening himself more and more. He knew it took him a lot of efforts to do so, but he was determined to work all this honesty and trust thing. That's all Blaine ever wanted. But it meant also that he would know more about Kurt and his life. Everything he had achieved when they were apart. He wanted to see if everything they use to dream about was true. If he had realized one of his many dreams. If there was some sense of happiness in his life. Some constant to hold on too. Of course, he had Broadway now, and he knew that, that was one of his dreams all along, but Blaine knew that fashion had always been his first passion, goal and he wanted to witness it by himself. The fact that Kurt was willing to share this with him meant the world for him.

It took some persuasion to get Dianna out of the living room but he finally managed to get her to dress up. But now that she was ready, he was facing a dilemma of his own. He wasn't sure anymore of what he should wear. Ok, he was a long way to be like Kurt, but he felt like it was some kind of special occasion. Besides, he was going to the home of fashion, for god sake! He had to look, well, fashionable. That's pretty much where his mind was, when he heard Kurt calling at him from the living room. He sounded pretty angry, even. God, what now?

Blaine, who knew better than to keep him waiting, opened the door, just to see a very agitated Kurt, standing in the middle of the room, taping with his foot.

"What's up?" asked an oblivious Blaine

"What's up?" repeated Kurt with incredulity in his voice, like Blaine' simple question was an outrage on his own. "What is up, is that we are running late, and you're still half dressed!" He hissed.

"Sorry, but I can't figure out what to wear…" admitted sheepishly Blaine

"Oh my god, Blaine! You really choose the best moment for starting caring about clothes, don't you?"

"Huh…"

"Just put some freaking jeans on and a shirt! I'm so late already! I have at least 15 missed calls from work, more mails than I can't answer too in a week! Add that to the fact that I'm all-sore from sleeping on a couch, and because of you, I couldn't finish my moisturizing routine! You, really want to talk about fashion, now?

Blaine run back to his room without even answering, and put on the first things that came across his hand. Simple black skinny jeans, and red shirt, that would do. But he took nonetheless a minute to put some gel in his hair, because, as late as they might be, there was no way he could go out looking like a Bilbo the hobbit. He had enough teasing like that thank you very much.

Back in the living room, Kurt looked down at Dianna, and said, with a malicious tone in his voice and a wink:

"And that, my sweetie, is how to boss a man around, lesson 1.0.1. No need to thank me, it's free."

And on that, he went looking for his bag, leaving a mouth opened, highly amused but equally shocked, Dianna.

10 minutes, everybody was finally gathered in Kurt's Navigator, Dianna safely belted in the back seat. Blaine still had a ashamed guilty look on his face, and as much as Kurt enjoyed it, he had to make sure that Blaine knew that he wasn't really mad at him.

"Blaine, stop looking like a lost puppy. I'm not mad at you" smiled Kurt, turning to look at him, when they stopped at a red light.

"but you…"

"Oh come one, Blaine! Sure I was late, but sometimes, you know how I just like going all diva on you! Besides, you buy it every time, it's endearing!"

Blaine turned to look at him, incredulous, but Kurt's eyes were back on the road. A smile smirk playing on his lips. Blaine sighed, a bit ashamed of his own foolishness, and said, with a tone, he wanted threatening :

"Just wait and see. I'm gonna get back to you, on this one. Mark my words, Hummel"

"Sure, sure sweetie" answered Kurt, like he was addressing a baby.

Blaine just growled, and Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter, quickly followed by Dianna who was really amused by the exchange in front of her. Blaine pouted for a second, at the sight of everybody laughing at him, but quickly joined the party. They were practically panting, laughing so hard but it wasn't at Blaine anymore. Honestly, if someone asked them right at this moment, what was the cause of such hysteria, they wouldn't know how to answer. Dianna would have probably said that sometimes it just felt good to laugh, see? Forget about everything and anything and just let go. Who needed a reason to feel happy, anyway?

The hilarity eventually faded down, as Kurt starting focusing on the road again. But it was a busy crowded Monday morning and the traffic was horrible. Kurt was not the more patient of men, Blaine knew that and he was starting to worry that Kurt would get upset again. Because even if he had told him that he wasn't mad at him, he knew he was still late, and by the constant buzzing of his phone, work was definitely waiting for him. But once again, Kurt surprised him by taking a deep breath in order to relax and turned to look at him.

"Well, apparently, we are stuck here for quite some time. Might as well enjoy it."

"That's why I never wanted to buy a car. The subway is faster"

"Took it for 4 years. I think the unique smell of mixed urine and cheap perfume will never fully leave me, thank you." Grimaced Kurt

Blaine just chuckled. Oh god, how much he had miss Kurt's sarcasms and witty comeback.

"It's a beautiful day for April" said Blaine, watching the sun slowly spreading in the streets.

"Yeah it is. But what I wanted to talk to you is more interesting than weather, Blaine."

"Oh? And what's that?" asked Blaine, smiling

But Kurt hesitated for a moment, not really sure of himself anymore. Blaine noticed, and turned to look at him.

"What's going on Kurt? You know you can ask me anything, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if you want to talk about it…" admitted Kurt, somewhat blushing

"Well, shoot. If I don't feel ready to talk about it just now, I'll let you know."

But Kurt seemed to be having kind of an internal fight with himself. Finally he seemed to take a decision, but Blaine sensed that whatever he was about to ask, wasn't at all what he wanted to know at first. But he didn't want to push him. And besides, Blaine wasn't sure himself if he was ready to talk about everything just now, in a car, with his daughter in the back seat.

"Blaine, what are you doing, now? I mean, I guess you stopped college so are you working or what?" asked finally Kurt. And Blaine knew he was right. And he was pleased to know that it was a question that he could answer easily.

"Yeah, I dropped out of college. Because, well, after being away for so long, I would have failed anyway. And I couldn't continue in Boston, because I had to work to provide for that angel behind" he said, turning to smile at Dianna. But the little girl knew that it was really genuine. That was news to her, and honestly, she hated to know that her father had to stop school to work because of her. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty because it wasn't something that she could have changed but still. And it bothered her that she didn't know the whole story also. Because Kurt knew, and she only got to hear some parts of it. But apparently something big happened and that caused her daddy to leave Kurt and to get with her mommy. Does the world hurt his daddy. Were people mean to him, like people were mean to her friend Mary and her two mommy? That's why he went way with his mommy? But, the thing is that her daddy clearly told her that people don't choose who they fall in love with. So he fell in love with Kurt, no matter his boy status, and then he fell in love with her mommy? Wait, but he didn't love her anymore. Or he never did, maybe. So… Oh god, she was starting to have a headache. Better just listen to what her daddy had to say. Maybe she would understand the rest. when she would be older. Like 8.

"Lisa's dad, offered me a job. He owns a furniture store. Well, more like a hundred furniture stores around the country. It's called Criss' office. I know, how original! Anyway, it sells furniture for offices, and designs practical arrangements for small spaces, like bedrooms and studios and stuff. I'm responsible of the Boston and Massachusetts area. I'm the executive manager in this area. There are prospections for new models of arrangements. It's a big business because well, they are a lot of real estate projects and in the mean time… Wait, why are you looking at me like that?" Blaine stopped his monologue because Kurt had apparently forgotten about the road, and had turned to him, mouth slightly open, and wait, was that, a disappointed look on his face?

"You dreamed about going to law school and being a family lawyer and now, you talk about furniture with excitement and fervor. They really did brainwash you, didn't they?" Answered him Kurt, turning back to look at the road. But Blaine did notice the sad and pitiful look on his face.

And suddenly he was angry. Not as much as Kurt's pity but as himself. Of what he became. Yeah, he had heard himself too. He talked like it was his choice, his career dream. Like all his previous dreams were just fantasies that someone cured him of. How could he forget that? Forget about his dream, and himself, and just embrace the new him? He felt like a total stranger to himself. Indeed, they had brainwashed him. They persuaded him that being straight was the best, that furniture business was what he really liked, that basically all his life was he should have been inspiring too. And there was nothing else. And he just took it and learned his lesson like a good boy. But now that he was delivering his made up speech to Kurt, he just realized what a fool he was. What a weak oblivious man he had been all these years. And it really really upset him. Kurt seemed to notice the sudden change of atmosphere in the car.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I shouldn't have said that. I have no right" apologized Kurt, looking genuinely ashamed of his outburst.

"Maybe, Maybe not. But that doesn't mean that you don't make a valid point" admitted Blaine, almost growling.

The rest of the car ride was spent in a rather awkward and uncomfortable silence.

They finally arrived more than 20 minutes later at Kurt's office. They spent 10 more minutes to find a parking spot, which only added to Kurt's frustration and Blaine's worries that the day may not have been such a good idea after all. The mood was gloomy and even Dianna was aware of it. She didn't like that, because honestly she only left the flat and her cartoons to have some fun, and watch some models and nice clothes. If they were gonna be so moody all day long, she could have stayed alone at home, watching some depressing reality TV show about babies with cancer, it would have been the same.

As they went pass the hall of the building, and the security gave them their visitor badges, she decided that she had to take things in her own hands. Starting by an easy question, and getting up from there, until they would finally stop sulking.

Once in the elevator, she turned to talk to Kurt.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, sweetie" He tried to soften his voice, looking down at her, but even she could tell that her smile was fake and that he was still both deeply upset and stressed.

"What floor is your office on?"

"35th"

"So, it's…" Dianna run his eyes on the different tags in the elevator before finally funding the right floor, with the tag aside, "P's legacy? That's an odd name for a fashion brand…" wondered the little girl

Blaine seemed to notice too for the first time. He turned to look at Kurt, raising an eyebrow in wonder, forgetting momently about his sulking.

"What is P for? " asked Blaine

"Actually I've never answered the question…" answered Kurt, with a look on his face that Blaine couldn't really understand.

"How so?" both Blaine and Dianna were very curious now.

"The media, my partners, the people that I work with, my friends, well basically everybody, just keep asking this question. And I always tell them, that it's a secret. They think it's a marketing strategy or something to raise people curiosity but even the marketing department doesn't know" chuckled Kurt, clearly amused by his own private joke. "But anyway, I keep telling them that it's not that. That maybe someday I will reveal what the P stands for, maybe, or maybe not. If not, they'll just have to deal without knowing. They're like we don't understand. I just say, well, neither do I. So for now, it's just P. if someday I'll figure it out, whose legacy is, and what it stands for, I promise I'll let you know. They think I'm crazy. That I'm a lunatic, but they love it. It adds to the fascination that the media has for me. Like how they see me."

Blaine really wants to know what kind of image is that, because honestly he always avoided all these years all the articles, or anything related to Kurt. He had lived practically in his own bubble. But Dianna had an other question for Kurt, and she beat him to it.

"So, what P's stands for, then?" she asked, the only way a little kid could insist, wanting to know everything.

"Dianna, if Kurt won't tell the world, would you think he would tell you and me?" reprimanded her Blaine for his boldness

But Dianna didn't have time to pout, as Kurt talked again.

"Actually I can tell you. I might even soon tell the rest of the people."

"I'm sorry, what?" asked Blaine, incredulous. Because, really, he really didn't expect that.

Dianna only smiles because she senses that whatever Kurt is going to say is about to change the mood significantly.

And Kurt is looking at Blaine, with a genuine smile on his face. But it's not any kind of smile. Blaine can't name it, but it certainly does very weird things in his stomach. Flustering things and all. And Blaine just can't wait suddenly for Kurt to answer. The wait is almost unbearable as he looks into Kurt's eyes. And finally, Kurt's mouth open to speak.

"I didn't tell because I didn't know. Now, I understand. I really do and I'm pretty sure of it. P simply stands for Pavarotti. As in Pavarotti's legacy."

And that's the moment that chose the elevator to finally stop and the door opened wide, letting Kurt finally step into his office hall, a knowing smile on his face. Dianna was about to follow him, slightly disappointed by Kurt's revelation and determined to know more of the story. Because seriously, what in god's name, was a Pavarotti? But as she turned away to her dad to let him know of her frustration, she realized that her dad was froze in shock. He didn't apparently realize that they had to get out at this floor, and the doors were about to close. But he still didn't move. So Dianna, just took him from the hand and dragged him out. It was almost like he didn't care, or he didn't notice. He was just following her, like a robot on pilot command. But slowly, a tiny, no a big, no a huge smile spread on his face, and his whole face illuminated. The guy was simply glowing from happiness. Well, that was easier than Dianna though. Who knew that a simple ridiculous nonsense word, like Pavarotti, could turn a gloomy man to the most happy person alive?

"Are you coming?" said Kurt looking back. He caught Blaine's expression though and smiled sweetly at him. Blaine seemed to came back from whatever dreamland he was in, and shook his head. Kurt chuckled and came back on his path and took him and Dianna by the hand, who obliged happily. But he didn't glance at her and just kept staring at Blaine.

"Come on, you'll dream later. I'm late." Said Kurt, and pecked him on the cheek, quickly.

Blaine jumped, still a bit off, before, finally, recomposing himself totally. He nodded, to inform him that he was ready, which Kurt totally understood. He leaned to whisper in Blaine's ear.

"We'll talk about it later Let's go now"

Blaine smiled and finally decide to follow his lead. Kurt detached his hand from him, and Blaine hold Dianna's hand. Together, they stepped into the office.

Ok, see Blaine had hear about the frenzy that run through designers' offices and for god' sake he had watched the Devil wears Prada with Kurt more time that he had lost count, but nothing could have prepared him to the madness that welcome their arrival.

As soon as Kurt opened the door, almost 15 people jumped him and tackled him. They were everywhere, shouting things that Blaine couldn't even comprehend and to say the truth, he was kind of scared. Dianna was too, shocked by the amount of people that surrounded them suddenly and she stood closer to her dad. He squeezed her hand to let her know that it was ok, but he honestly, wasn't. The most surprising though was that Kurt seemed to handle it perfectly fine. As if he did it all his life, and Blaine realized at this moment, that he probably did.

"Ok, guys, calm down!" said Kurt, raising a bit his voice, and suddenly everybody shut up. Wow, that was impressive, though Blaine.

"I know that you all need me" started again Kurt, with a normal volume this time, "But I need coffee more. Does someone remember what happened last time when you attacked me before I even took my coffee?"

Apparently they did very well. Blaine even notice some of them a bit shaking, but the majority just smile knowingly.

"Ok, so let me 15 min. I know we're late, but I'll make it up to you, I promise. Besides I know you won't let me get out of here, before you're all satisfied and fed." More laughter.

"Just stay in your department, I'll come to see you, one by one, ok?"

They nodded and finally spread away, each one returning where they came from.

"Wow, I mean, wow! You really know how to manage this thing, don't you?" almost whistled Blaine in amazement.

Kurt looked at him, surprised by the admiration Blaine displayed him. As usual, he was underestimating himself, though Blaine. But soon, a smirk started playing on his face.

"Well, it's fight or die. Honestly, sometimes I think they will knock me down and march over me like hyenas or something. Now let's go to my office, before they all come back, galloping!"

Dianna and Blaine just laughed at Kurt's expression and followed him into his office. It was a nice larger wooden room with a nice view on the city. But it was a bit impersonal and Blaine couldn't keep but notice that it was very odd for Kurt to not add his special little touch to it. It was nice, but…

"Cold? Yeah, I know" Kurt finished Blaine thoughts, as he was watching him discover his office for the first time, waiting for his judgment.

But before Blaine could ask why, or Kurt could explain a bit further, the door opened free, letting in, a man, that Blaine recognized pretty quickly as Jeff, Kurt's old friend from his Vogue Internship. What was he doing here?

"Kurt ! You're finally here!" Jeff didn't seem to notice nor Blaine or Dianna, and flew directly to stand in front of Kurt, looking agitated. "Man, I've been waiting for you all morning! Where have you been? I must have called you 18 times and left a half dozen messages!"

"Yeah, I did receive those, I believe" sighed Kurt "Can you hold on two more seconds while I'll make some coffee and then I'll listen to your problem of the week"

"My. Problem. Of. The. Week?"

"Oh calm down a bit, Jeff, will you?" said Kurt, very calm, while he versing his coffee "And be at least polite in the mean time. Say hi to Blaine"

Jeff growled but nonetheless turned to salute this Blaine. And for the first time in a long time, he finally looked at him. Blaine handed his hand to shake his, but Jeff just seemed to froze, like he had no idea who Blaine was. Kurt didn't seem to notice though, and just kept talking.

"Jeff, you remember Blaine, right?"

"Blaine? Blaine?" Jeff seemed to deliberate for a moment, as if he was searching for a distant memory, but something was off. "Oh, you mean Blaine, the asshole who made you quit your Vogue internship and almost ruined your whole career. Yeah I believe, I do remember him." Finished Jeff, looking at Blaine, with despise. Well, strike that, he had a perfect idea of who he was.

"No, Jeff. Blaine, as my friend, who I ask you to respect and treat with dignity." Responded Kurt with an icy voice, and a death glare.

"Kurt how could you even…" started to shout Jeff

"Jeff shut up! I don't need your opinion on this. Now, do you have something for me to fix or what?" shouted back Kurt

"Kurt! How stupid are you, seriously?"

"Ok, enough is enough Jeff! I didn't want to come to that, but Jeff, as your boss, either you shut up, or you can take your stuff away. Now do you have something for me or not?"

"No. Nothing Mr. Hummel." Growled Jeff offended, storming out of the office, and on his way, slightly nudging Blaine.

Kurt sighed and fell down on his chair. " So much for a quiet time alone"

"I'm sorry…" started Blaine, who had apparently fell down on a chair of his own, Dianna on his laps. And truly he was. He was sorry that Kurt had to face all his friends for him. That he had to fight for his right to be with whoever he was. That really had never changed since high school but this time it was way worse. Because now, it was his friends who were not accepting. And they hated Blaine. As much as happy Blaine was that Kurt had forgiven him, it was always a shock to be treated this way. The hurt never faded away. The shame neither. Especially every time he got a new piece of information of how he had ruined Kurt's life. Like now. Apparently, because of him, Kurt had dropped off the internship of his dream, the one he had worked so much to obtain. But Blaine had messed up everything like always.

"Don't.." started to say Kurt, before the noise of the door opening again interrupted him, and a tiny oriental looking brunette walked in.

"Oh for all that's Fashion week, what again?" hissed Kurt

"Hi Kurt!" said the brunette, apparently not the bit affected by Kurt's mood.

"Hi Leila. Does anybody listen to me?"

"Regarding what exactly?"

"Didn't I just said that I would come to see every one of you personally, and in the mean time, you should just wait in your office? Wait, as in stay put?"

"Sorry, must have missed your little speech." Kept babbling as eagerly Leila. "Anyway the deal is…"

"Leila, wait a second. Let me introduce you to Blaine" said Kurt, pointing at the man. But Leila barely waved at him before continuing her gibbering. Kurt launched at apologetic look at Blaine, who just chuckled, his mood improving thanks to Leila's infectious hysteria.

"So what's your deal, Leila?"

"Oh, by the way, what's up with Jeff. He looked really pissed when I crossed him in the hall. Had a deadly glare."

"Never mind" sighed Kurt, taking a sip of coffee

"Always said that this guy belonged in a twelve step anger management program." Frowned Leila. But she quickly found back her eagerness. "Anyway, you know how you said that we had to hire more people and some consultants for the magazine project? Well, I have some candidates that I would like you to…"

"Wait, wait a second, Leila" cut Kurt " We talked about it last Friday. Do you ever stop working or what? Strike that, I know you don't. But did you actually found people as crazy as you to actually hold interviews on a week end?"

"I'm very persuasive" just shrugged Leila, not at all destabilized. " And your name is kind of magic. You would never believe how much people were interested! Anyway I made a list of people I'm gonna interview. But in the mean time, I found this guy. I mean, I know he just graduated from NYU majoring in design, I know what you are gonna say but he's good. He's very talented and since, we don't have a large budget to hire some expensive consultants, and since he's pretty much ready to have an internship without even being paid, I think we should consider hire him. Obviously we will just take him for a probation period first, and then we should hire one or two people to help him, but I think he will fit perfectly the profile."

"Ok, slow down Leila. What is this guy like?"

"well, he's gay. As gay as … you, actually"

"Well, thank you"

"What, it's true! Anyway, that's not the point at all. He's 22, very smart, a bit over enthusiastic, but I'm sure he will be cured from that within 2 days in this office. I would really like you to see him."

"Sure, sure. You set up a interview for tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok, thanks Kurt!" Leila almost jumped in content. That woman was a ball of energy, it was almost tiring, always though Kurt. But she brought such freshness into the office, that he was really glad to have her in her team, and as a friend. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"I'm gonna leave you to your stuff, ok? "

"Wait, what's his name? This kid?"

"Christian. Kind of ironic, don't you think?" winked Leila

"I'd say so." Winked back Kurt. " I will come after to see you, Leila, so we can see what are your other choices for the post, ok?"

"Sure. By the way Kurt, I know you won't like it, but I kind of have a problem" suddenly Leila seemed not so sure. Her smile died a bit, and she was clearly concerned. Kurt seemed to notice too and stood up to put a hand on her shoulder.

"What's the problem, Leila?"

"Well, see, Sophia's teacher is apparently sick or something, so she doesn't have school. And my loser of ex husband can't take her because apparently his boss is an ass, but if you ask me, I'll tell you who's the ass."

"Wow, easy there Leila. There are kids on the room" said Kurt, pointing at Dianna "anyway there is no problem if you want to bring her. Besides Dianna will have someone to hang out with, it's perfect!"

"Good! But by the way, she's kind of already here…" said Leila, biting her lip. "What it's your fault!" she added when she was Kurt raise his eyebrow, "if you raised my salary, I would be able to put her on a private school and get her a decent teaching instead of those lazy public high school teachers!"

"When I finally reimburse all my debts, and start actually make some benefits, I promise you'll be the first one on my list!" replied back Kurt

"Humph" but Leila wasn't really mad. Blaine could tell that they must have had these kind of conversation many times before and it just became kind of a joke. But he wasn't denying Leila's financial problems nor Kurt's. It must have been hard.

"Stop pouting, it doesn't go with you hale. Now go bring Sophia and we'll introduce those two cuties!"

Leila practically bounced off the room, leaving the door open. Kurt sighed, shaking his head, before closing behind her, and turning back to the people in the room.

"Sorry about her. She's crazy. Actually, they all are."

"Not as much as you though."

Kurt turned to see that Leila was back, with Sophia behind her.

"Seriously, are you back already? Were you hiding her behind the door or what?"

"Pretty much" chuckled Sophia. "Hi, Kurt!" she ran to his open arms and he hugged her. He had always loved the 8 years-old girl. She was the copy of her mother, the same long brown hair, the slightly mate skin, the big shining eyes.

"Hi sweetie!" he dropped her back on the floor, before leading her to stand in front of Dianna. " Sophia, this is Dianna. Dianna it's Sophia."

"Hi, Di" squealed Sophia, smiling broadly

"No, it's Dianna or nothing at all" Clearly Dianna wasn't so eager to meet her "new friend"

"Sorry." Kept smiling Sophia. She was apparently also judging her. "You're small"

"Duh, I'm four. If I was as tall as you, it would be awkward."

"Four? But I'm eight!"

"Yeah, but I'm smart. Too smart for my own good, right dad?" added Dianna, winking at her father

"Works for me. So are you gonna stay her and hear about their boring work stuff or you want me to show you the awesome secrets spots and things that only I know about?"

Dianna didn't even let her finish her phrase and dragged her out of the room. She had enough of the adult drama, thank you very much. If it meant spending the day with an over enthusiastic and judgmental girl, than be it. She could judge and squeal too.

"Well, that's something out of the way." Said Kurt, falling back into his chair, behind his office, once Leila finally left the building.

"Is it always that…" asked Blaine

"Hectic? Crazy? Out-of-hand? Yea. But lately it has been worse. I have the spring/summer collection to finish before the debut of the summer, in time for September's Fashion week. This year is going to be my first real runway show."

"That's amazing! Congratulations, Kurt!" cheered Blaine, sincerely happy.

"Thanks, but it's a lot of pressure." Sighed Kurt. "Add that to this new project of a magazine I had, I'll tell you about it later, and the my 3 times a week Broadway performances, and you can pretty much guess my comatose state at the end of the week. But I can't complain. It's a dream come true, and it can end at anytime, so in the mean time, I should enjoy every moment of it." Finished Kurt, smiling.

Blaine didn't respond, amazed by Kurt's vision of things and his positivity. Of course, he was tired. You could see it on his face. Every line, every freckle. They told they story of his life. Of the challenges he had to face, the low blows that people kept throwing him. His face was more marked that most of people. He was still 25, but he had seen enough from life to loose any pleasure in it. But he didn't. He was still enjoying it, still appreciating every good moment he was given. It wasn't something you could credit a lot of people with.

"Anyway, I think I should probably start now. They must be going crazy over there. I can almost sense their negative waves. Watch that, you're going to like it."

On the extreme right corner of Kurt's desk, there was a small machine with a micro on it, like the one they used in principal offices in schools all over the country to make announcements. Apparently, Kurt was about to make one, and Blaine figured that it was connected with all the offices of the floor. Kurt winked at him, and turned on the disposal. A muffled sound was heard from the outside, sign that the thing was ready to be used.

"Ladies, and Gentleman. I hope everyone is ready because I'm coming. So put your high heels on, and fix your ties, because I'm about to go all Devil wears…" before he looked down to his outfit, Blaine whispered "Marc Jacobs" with a huge grin on his face. Kurt stared at him in surprise before beginning again: "Right, Devil wears Marc Jacobs. So beware!" he finished.

"That wasn't really as impressive as I tough it would be. Devils wears Marc Jacobs doesn't really have a nice ring to it." Said Kurt, honestly thinking, once he turned the thing off. Blaine let out a chuckle, and the sight of Kurt's disappointed face, burst out laughing.

"You were just showing off to me, weren't you" he managed to chock out

"Yeah. You caught me." Admitted sheepishly Kurt. "Haven't used that thing since the day they installed it. Definitely not my kind of stuff"

"You don't say" Blaine laughter doubled in intensity as Kurt blush spread to all his face, and he started pouting.

"Come here, Miss Presley, Let's go see your troupes"

"Not funny, Blaine." Groaned Kurt, looking at the other man with one of his famous deathly glares, which calmed a bit Blaine. But only a little bit. He still had a hard time a breathing normally. Kurt eventually chose to ignore him, and made his way out of his office, Blaine, still gasping, on his tracks.

"By the way, Blaine, as much as it coats me to say it right now, I must tell you that I'm impressed."

"By what exactly?"

"Apparently I managed to teach you two or 3 things about fashion. You were at least pretty quick at mentioning Marc Jacobs over there"

"What can I say? I had a good teacher. And I do listen to you, from times to times." Winked Blaine.

"Right, because the other 90% of the time, you just do what that curious and dysfunctional brain of yours tell you to do. I swear we should order an investigation into that thing."

"Says the man who is convinced that he's a mixed reincarnation of Patti Lupone and Meryl Strip." Laughed out loud Blaine, as Kurt started sulking again.

"You will never let me forget that, will you?"

"Not in my existence!" smiled broadly Blaine, closing the door behind him.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Kurt went from department to department, Blaine always following him everywhere, amazed by all that the brand had to offer. For the first time, he actually understood that there was much more than just a guy sketching models to make a successful brand. But no matter what problem presented itself, Kurt had always an answer to it. He made all the big decisions, but Blaine also had the pleasure to meet all his employees, wonderful talented people that absolutely loved Kurt and respected him even more. It wasn't really a employee-boss kind of relationship but more like friends working together to achieve something great. They were 30 people working full time in the office, between the different department, and it looked in Blaine's mind like a bee ruche. But if it seemed chaotic, everything was in fact very well ruled and determined. Each one had its own task, and he stuck to it. But Kurt had to do it all, because as good as they were at their job; they still needed his opinion on practically everything. That's how Blaine realized that Kurt knew as much about RH stuff, or legal stuff, than couture tricks.

He discovered also that it wasn't always easy to keep the machine going. That they had a lot of financial problem but it never discouraged them. They just had to find new ways to do what they wanted to do, with less money. It kept things interesting and challenges, as put it Kurt. Jeff didn't seem to agree, but Blaine wasn't sure if it was because of the money or him being here. But he didn't express any more concerns, at least not in front of Blaine or Kurt. They talked about the difficulties that the new magazine project could bring and how it could affect the financial situation of the brand some more.

Kurt eventually explained what the project was about. Blaine found that it was a brilliant idea, an even original one, but as Kurt had said, it was still something they should talk about more before seriously consider it. But if you asked Blaine, if someone could pull something like that, it would definitely be Kurt.

Kurt didn't have the time to take a lunch break, so Blaine went out to bring him some snacks from the bar around the corner. When he returned, Kurt had moved to the fitting. If he hadn't totally finished the collection, some of his pieces were already designed and the first fitting on models was going to happen this afternoon, Kurt had decided. So when he came back into this office, he wasn't surprised to see everyone running in every side, shouting things, and grabbing stuff. The models were suppose to arrive at any moment now, and everything had to be ready. Just as he was making his way to Kurt's office, he saw Dianna running at him.

"Daddy, I'm hungry!"

"Hello to you to! Where have you been all morning?" asked Blaine, grabbing her by the shoulder

"Here and there. With Sophia. She's super nice! But I'm hungry now!" whined Dianna, giving a puppy glare to her father, who couldn't help but melt at her sight. She really did it better than anyone.

"Come here. I just brought lunch. Let's go eat in Kurt's office. He's over there waiting for us!"

"Can I just take it with me? Please? Sophia wants to show me something, which, according to her, will huh… blow my mind. I have no idea what she means, but please? Please?" More sad puppy eyes.

Blaine sighed and gave her a sandwich from the bag. She squealed and kissed him quickly on the cheek before once again disappearing as fast as she appeared in the first place.

Blaine entered Kurt's office to see that was once again on the phone. He seemed to never turn off that thing. It kept ringing all morning, even though sometimes he just checked the screener and put it back on his pocket, sighing. But that was definitely as important discussion.

"Naya, listen to me, please listen." Apparently a very agitated one, also. "No, I won't be ready. No! Naya I told you! Fine. Whatever. When? Next Monday? Are you crazy? No, that is definitely not happening. Ok. Naya, just drop it. For now. Ok. I'll think about it. I said, I'll think about it. Ok. By, Naya!"

Kurt finally hung up the phone, sighing. He put his head on his dash, and closed his eyes.

"Are you ok?" asked Blaine, sitting in chair in front of him, putting the food on the desk.

"Oh thank god, Food!" Kurt raised his head quickly, looked at the bag of food in front of him with hungry eyes, before almost tearing apart the thing. Blaine chuckled before taking matters into his own hands. He ordered the plastic plates and put the salad and tacos on the table, before giving a fork to Kurt, who used it pretty quickly.

He had just put a tomato in his mouth that the door once again opened, letting Ian, the marketing chief, in.

"Kurt, we need you!"

"OhmygodIanImeating" said Kurt, his mouth full.

"What?"

"Ian, I'm eating!" repeated Kurt, swallowing hard

"Sorry, Kurt, but Frank, the photograph is here. And you know how he is…" trained Ian

"Ok. I'm coming. Just distract him 2 minutes please. Show him your abs or something"

Ian just rolled his eyes before leaving the room. Kurt quickly gaped two or 3 tomato, some lettuce, before dropping his fork, and standing up, sighing.

"Can't have one second to eat here! Blaine, take your time, finish your meal and meet me in the shooting room, when you're done, ok?"

Blaine simply nodded, his mouth full, and Kurt left. As much as this morning had been hectic, Kurt loved the fact that Blaine was here with him. He had enjoyed showing him all that his job was about and he was pleased to know that Blaine was impressed. He had really worked for it, but above all, Blaine's opinion was what mattered him the most. All those times, when he struggled to get something done, what kept him fighting was Blaine. Even if he refused to think that back then. But Blaine had always been his inspiration, his motivation, even absent. So Blaine to see now, everything that he had helped to accomplish, even he didn't know it, was an amazing feeling to Kurt. It was as the gods had approved him. As much as his father's pride, and support. He knew if he ever told Blaine, he would never believe, but here was the truth.

But in the meantime, he had a lot to deal with. Frank, the photograph had arrived, as well as the models and the pieces were adjusted on them. Everything was ready to be shot. One slight problem was remaining. In his last collection, he had added some pieces for kids. It was really unintentional. He wouldn't say it was hormones or whatever women used to justify their need to have kids, but it was close. He had been thinking about the possibility of having kids a lot lately and it was shown in his drawings. He had surprised himself, a few weeks ago, designing clothes models for little kids, and he actually loved what he had come up with. But he didn't think that those drawings would ever be realized, not anytime soon at least. He had already to establish himself as a successful designer brand for grown ups, and bringing a child's collection in the mix, wasn't going to help. But the couture department had seen some of the drawings he had forgotten in his book of sketches, and they loved it. Along with the marketing department, and Naya, they convinced him that they should at least produce some of the pieces and see if they fitted. Which they did. The clothes were adorable, "boheme chic", as Kurt called it. They wanted to realize a fitting with a kid model but with the frenzy of the past few weeks, they didn't really had the time to find one. And now, the photograph was here, asking about it. Well, they would just have to do it another time, maybe, or maybe not. Sincerely Kurt had enough in his mind to care about that.

As soon as the shoot started, the door opened, and Kurt turned persuaded to see Blaine. Actually it was Sophia and Dianna, who had sneak out in the room, giggling about god know what. Kurt smiled at them, which they returned, and put a finger on his mouth indicating them to be quiet. The sound of their squealing lowed down a little and they went to seat in the opposite corner of the room.

But apparently it was to late to sneak out, because Frank had heard them and stopped taking shots of the models, and was now looking in their directions, with an interest that Kurt didn't really like.

"Who's that girl?" asked Frank, pointing at Dianna, who was still obliviously giggling with Sophia, making faces.

"Who the blond one, or the brunette?" asked Kurt, carefully

"The blue eyed blond one"

"That's Dianna, my friend's daughter." Said Dianna apparently had heard her name from across the room, and raised her head in wonder. Franck gestured her to come closer, which she did, after giving an interrogating look to Sophia, who just shrugged, as oblivious as her.

"What do you want her?" asked Kurt, bringing Dianna at his side. But Frank didn't answer. He kneeled in front of the little girl, who watched him with wide eyes and frankly, a bit of fear. Frank seemed to examine her for a moment, before finally standing up facing Kurt.

"She's perfect."

"Huh… what do you mean, Frank?" Kurt knew that the man was kind of odd, but he had never really suspected him to be some kind of pedophile or sort. Not as obviously at least.

"Well, for the kid's photo shoot, my dear!" stated Frank, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

"You mean Dianna as a model for the kid's line?" asked Kurt dumbfounded

"Well, yes! She's perfect. She would look so good on magazines. You wouldn't even need to Photoshop here!"

"Yeah! Pictures! I want to take pictures! I want to be a model and be famous! A big star!" Apparently Dianna wasn't reluctant anymore. She was smiling broadly at Frank and jumping around. Sophia had join the party and was bouncing with her.

"Yeah, and if you are a star, you're going to meet Miley Cyrus. And you going to present me to Justin Beiber! Yeah, please Kurt, let her be a model!" Both girls were now grabbing Kurt's pants and throwing him begging glances, involving a lot of puppy eyes. But Kurt had seen those looks. Blaine used to throw him those every once in a while. Well, Dianna had certainly inherited this talent from him. And it was definitely more effective on a 4 years old. Not that it would affect Kurt anyway.

"First: Sophia, Justin Beiber, really? Two: No pictures, no modeling, no nothing. Not while I'm alive. Dianna, you want your father to kill me or what?"

"But…" tried to object in the same time Dianna, Sophia, and Franck, for that matter. But they didn't go very far with their whining as a voice suddenly raised behind them.

"No way. I'm not letting my daughter model or whatever. No freaking way."

Blaine had apparently found his way into the room, unnoticed in all this drama. He was standing next to the door, his arms crossed on his chest, a disapproving look on his face. Apparently Dianna knew that look very much, or at least she dreaded it, and she calmed on the spot. But Frank had more in his sleeve.

"That's your daughter? Well, it's perfect; I was just telling Kurt here, that she would perfect to be the face of his new kid's campaign. She would be so … photogenic."

Blaine moved to stand in front of him, and looked at him from tip to toes, in a very "Kurtesque" way, but didn't speak further more. Kurt sighed, and throw a look at Franck, that he wanted definitive. Apparently he had more success at mastering the bitchy glare, because Franck shuddered and went back stat behind his camera, yelling at some models in the way.

"I'm sorry Blaine. You know those artists…" explained Kurt, turning to look at Blaine. But he didn't seem so upset. Actually he was even kind of amused.

"We can't be artists, if no one let us" pouted Franck, from behind his camera, which caused pretty much everyone in the room to chuckle at the man's dramatics.

"Really I should be flattered that he thinks that my daughter is worthy of modeling. Even if I had nothing to do with that" sighed Blaine, with a sad smile on his face.

Kurt sensed that Blaine's mood was about to go down once again, which meant that everybody's mood was going to be affected. Well, at least his. He really didn't need to be moody, though. He had still a lot to do, and sulking wasn't going to help.

"On the other hand, you did teach her well. I mean those damn puppy eyes! I don't know how you can refuse her anything!" pointed Kurt, with a grimace.

Blaine just burst out laughing, forgetting all about genetics and what about.

Well, at least, that was down.

The rest of the day went in the same frenzy as the morning, with Kurt running here and there, Blaine on his heels. It seemed that every time he fixed something, an other problem would come out instantly. At least, the photo shoot went smoothly, and Franck didn't bring up Dianna again, which Blaine was glad. He had enough problems with Lisa, to consider a modeling contract for his daughter. Lisa would throw a fit, a for sure, would accuse him of objectifying their daughter for money. And then, the judge would certainly deny him any rights upon her. But blessed her age, because after pouting for 20 minutes, Dianna found something else to be exited about in the office, and went running after it with Sophia, everything else forgotten. They didn't seem to sit still for one second, which lead her to be exhausted and fall asleep by the time they finally made it home around 9pm. They had stopped on the way to eat some quick Thai, but as soon as she finished her plate, Dianna had fallen asleep, head on the table. Blaine took her in her arms and put her in bed, as soon as they arrived at the apartment. She wouldn't even change, so he just took off her shoes, and let her drown inside the covers. Blaine changed into sweatpants quickly before getting out of the room, closing the door behind him, on a snoring little girl.

Kurt had already took place on the couch, in some sweatpants himself, too tired to care about fashion at this point. He just needed to be comfortable and his greys pants and "Likes boys" tee shirt were just fine. He was almost lying on the sofa, his feet on the table, and his eyes closed. His hand was massing slowly his temple, as if he was having a headache, which was probably the case. But when Blaine joined him, he opened his arms and let the man lie next to him, and Blaine put his head on the taller man chest. Kurt closed his arms around him, and rested his chin on the top of his head. They were comfortable, they were together, they were home.

"Want to watch something?" asked slowly Kurt

"No. I'm good like that." Whispered back Blaine. "Besides, I don't think I can handle more noise, after today. I don't how you do it, but, I'm exhausted and I wasn't even the one who had to handle all those hyenas."

"Takes a lot of practice, believe me. But I gotta admit that today was a pretty busy day. More than usual."

"Still. You handled it very well. You impressed me."

"Thank you, that was actually my number one goal today" replied Kurt, with a sarcastic tone.

"Well done, Mr. Hummel". He felt Blaine smile on his chest.

Kurt wanted to tell him that it wasn't ironic at all. That it had been actually his goal all along. Not really impress him but to get his approval. But he wouldn't say it. Not now anyway. They still had a long way ahead of them before he could admit that out loud. In the meantime, he would just be sarcastic.

"But seriously, you kind of inspired me." Admitted Blaine, after a long pause.

"How so?" asked Kurt, surprised. But Blaine didn't answer right away. Instead got out of Kurt's embrace, and sat straighter on the couch, his legs crossed, facing Kurt.

"You were right when about what you said this morning. I had big dreams for my future and I just throw them away"

"You didn't exactly have the choice. I'm sorry I…"

"Don't apologize Kurt. Don't. I know I didn't got the choice, but still, I gave up so easily, and took pleasure, if you can call it, into my life. I got brainwashed like you said, and I just accepted it. And it's wrong" admitted Blaine, looking thoughtful.

"This time is over Kurt" started again Blaine with determination in his voice and his eyes "Obviously, keeping my job at my Father in law's office is out of question. But also, I want to go back to school at some point. I want to pick up where I left. Go to law school and all. I don't know how I'll do it, and I don't know when either, but I do want that. I had a dream once, and it was a good one. I shouldn't forget about it. I have the opportunity for a fresh start and I should go for it"

"I'm so proud of you, Blaine" whispered Kurt, with what looked like tears in his eyes. Blaine took his hands, and kissed their palms before raising his head, and looking back at him.

"You inspire me Kurt. You always did. But today when I got to see you do what you do, with so much passion and dedication, I knew that I wanted to do that too. I wanted to be able to work at something that I would enjoy. But also I wanted to make you proud, like you made me proud. I know it may sound condescending, but when I saw you today, managing everything, with so much talent, I felt like my heart was going to burst out of love and pride. I was so happy that I could call you my friend, if nothing more."

By now, Kurt was fully crying. God, how did he get so lucky? How did he manage to get such a man into his life. Maybe he was ready after all. How could he not be when Blaine had just confessed all that?

"First," tried to say Kurt between his tears "I wouldn't call us friends, but we don't need to be labeled either. Second, I have no idea how to answer that, but what I can say is that I meant what I said earlier Blaine. I did try to impress you. Well, not really impress but for all these years, when working on my brand, I had really only one thing in mind, and it was you. How would you think about it if you were here? I wanted to do my best, just for you. I know it doesn't make sense, when you were not even here, but I thought that you were still over there, somewhere, so I still had to try my best. I would still need to prove myself to you, even if you had no idea. I probably never admitted it, even to myself, before today, but now, I know it's true. You were and remain my only inspiration and motivation Blaine. And I feel so blessed that you came back, and actually witnessed it. And I can't tell you how much it means to me that you are proud of me. And Blaine? I'm proud of you too. Not because you want to go back to school, although it's a great idea, but I'm just proud of you because of who you are. You may think that you lost yourself but I know that it is not true. I'm proud because with everything that you went through, you're still this amazing, respectful, sincere, loving man. And I'm proud to call you whatever we are."

By now, they were both drowned in tears but it didn't hold them from crashing against each other in a thigh embrace. Kurt's chin found his familiar spot on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine's head rested once again on the other's chest, next to his heart. They hold each other a long time, with only the sound of their breathing disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. They didn't need any more words, everything had been said. The rest didn't matter, it was just superfluity. Their embrace hold more words, more feelings that they could ever express out loud. So they just rested there, in the arms of each other and they were good. The time didn't matter anymore, nor any human need, or so they though.

They could have stayed like that all night, but they couldn't. Not when Blaine's yawn finally ripped apart the feeling. Both men chuckled at that, remembering suddenly where they were and how tired they felt. Blaine extracted himself from Kurt's embrace, yawning once again.

"we should go to sleep. Because there is no way I'm sleeping one more night on that couch"

"Kurt, as much as I want to go cuddle with you on the bed, I can't. Dianna needs me and…" said Blaine awkwardly.

"Don't explain anything to me Blaine. I understand. She needs you now, and you need her too. We will have more time together, when it's all done".

"Thank you for understanding Kurt" Blaine quickly kissed him on the check before standing up completely and making his way to his room.

"Anytime" Kurt smiled, standing up himself.

"And Kurt?" added Blaine, turning one last time at his room's door. "We will have more time. We will have forever." And with that, he closed the door behind him.

Kurt made his way into his own room, more happy than he had been for 5 years. Tonight, he would finally sleep, more peacefully than he had in a long time. No nightmares or late night panic attacks. Just the certitude that when he would wake up, Blaine would still be here and that's really all he needed.

He might as well enjoy that idea, because you never know what the next might bring. And if Kurt knew, he couldn't have closed his eyes one second that night.