Kurt unlocked the front door, immediately met with the delicious smell of Italian cuisine.

"Honey?" He called out, as he entered the apartment.

"In here, baby. Dinner is nearly ready!" He followed the voice of his husband, his mouth watering both from the smell of food and the sight of his husband dancing and shimming his hips to a tune only he could hear.

"Well hello there." Kurt said, leaning against the door frame and just admiring the view.

Blaine turned around and smiled softly at him, stepping closer and placing a soft kiss on his husbands lips.

"Hey." Blaine murmured, as he pressed sweet little kisses along Kurt's jaw.

Kurt closed his eyes for a small moment, enjoying the intimacy and warmth.

"Blaine..." "Mhm-mh?" Blaine had just reached Kurt's neck and was encircling his waist.

"The sauce is burning." With a yelp Blaine jumped back and busied himself with rescuing his last hour's efforts of presenting Kurt with a perfect tomato sauce. Kurt couldn't help but giggle, earning him an enraged glare from his significant other.

"I am just going to get Liz, alright?" Kurt said, trying to hide his giggle. "How has she been?"

"Quite, as always." Blaine said distractedly. "Went straight to her room, saying something about homework though she said that she's looking forward to movie night."

Kurt nodded, expression turning serious.

They had adopted Liz four years ago. She had been five at the time. Now she was nine and still as quite as she had been this very first day.

It had been a long and thorough discussion – surrogate vs. adoption and in the end, adoption had won, especially because Rachel had been so insistent on being their surrogate.

So one fine day, after all the paperwork had been done, all documents had been signed and the wait had been over and they had gotten a list of names. Girls and boys without parents, in need of a loving home. There had been general information on the paper: name, age, state of parents but one name had caught Kurt's eye. Elizabeth. The name of Kurt's mother.

He had nudged his husband and pointed at the name, smiling shyly. Blaine's eyes had widened as he had seen the name and nodded in agreement, telling the woman who was charged with their case that they would like to meet Elizabeth.

For Kurt it had been instant love. The girl, was skinny (and Kurt thoroughly intended on changing that) but with her chestnut curls and huge green eyes she looked so gorgeous. She had been shy and quite but also straight forward when she wanted to know something.

In the following weeks Kurt and Blaine had visited her often and one day when visiting hours had been over she had looked at them and asked why they always left and Kurt hearts had broken, wrapping the little girl up in his arms and holding her close while Blaine had been running around searching for papers to sign so that he could take their girl home!

It hadn't been possible that day but with a promise of soon they had left the little girl that day and not a month later they had taken her with them. Taken her home. Giving her a room and love and everything she desired.

But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Even though she grew up, she remained shy and quiet and sometimes it made Kurt anxious, worrying that maybe she still doubted them, doubted their family.

All this thoughts, thought a million times before, shot through his head when he knocked on his daughter's door.

"Lizzy?" No answer. "Sweetie, dinner's nearly ready. Pa has cooked Italian." Still, no answer. Kurt waited another moment and then he heard a very quite sob and his heart clenched.

With all the self control he still had Kurt opened the door slightly and peaked inside.

Liz was sitting in a corner on the floor, her head resting in her arms and her small frame was shaking with silent sobs.

Kurt couldn't hold back. Maybe a good pedagogue would have told him to assess the situation, to leave her space or some bullshit, but as he saw that bundle of misery that was his daughter, Kurt could only do one thing and that was to cross the room, fall down on his knees and hug his child close, just like he had done so many years before, as he had made a promise to himself not to leave this girl alone ever.

"Sweetie, Princess, love. What is wrong? Tell me. I am hear. Shh. Everything's going to be okay. I promise. I am not leaving. Talk to me sweetie. Why are you crying?" He continued to whisper soothing words, sober questions and reassuring things into her hair, rocking them back and forth. After a minute he realized that Liz had started clutching at his shirt, openly crying now as she pressed her face into his chest. He knew that she was probably ruining it but he did not give a single fuck in this moment.

Instead he stroked her hair until the crying had ebbed away and made place for occasional whimpers.

"They said that I don't have parents and that I am alone and that no one will ever love me."

Kurt was stunned for a moment, not only by her words but by the acceptance and resignation in her voice, like she really did believe it.

"Well now that's madness!" Liz looked up at him in confusion. "Liz, who tells you stupid things like that?"

Liz didn't respond immediately, pressing her lips together before she mumbled: "Boys from my class."

"Well they are some true idiots!" Kurt exclaimed and Liz had to chuckle but as the sight of Liz tear strained face Kurt got serious again.

"First of all: We are your parents Lizzy. You are our daughter and I will not let someone tell you otherwise. Pa and I are your parents, love. We are your family and so are gramps and grandma and also Finn and Rachel and uncle Coop and all the others!" He brushed away some of the tears on his daughter's face.

"All these people are there for you love. You are not alone. I am not leaving you. I promised you I never would and even if something happened..." His daughter's eyes grew wide again, fear and pain shining in them. "Shh honey, I know. Even if something happened to me or Pa they would all be there for you. This is another promise I make to you, okay?"

Liz nodded slowly and Kurt smiled warmly, ruffling her hair.

"Now sweetie, none of us would ever, ever abandon you and that's because we love you. So much! You are the best thing that has ever happened to Pa and me and I do not want to live without you. Ever. I love you so much Elizabeth." He could feel his own tears prickling in his eyes but what came then made him want to kill anything that had ever caused his sweet girl pain.

"But why?" Liz asked, profoundly confused. "I am nothing."

"You are everything." Kurt said, empathizing the last word and holding Liz so that she had to look him in the eyes. "You are beautiful and smart Liz. You are so very kind and gentle that I sometimes don't know how I deserved to become your father. You are all I could ever hope to have in a daughter and one day Liz you are going to have a wonderful life, sharing it with wonderful people who love you nearly as much as I do, because honestly that's a high toll, and you'll see how incredible you are! Always have been and how insignificant and wrong these idiots in elementary school were because look at you! - You are brilliant!"

Liz was staring at him, mouth hanging open.

"You really believe that?" She asked in bewilderment. Kurt had to laugh.

"Yes! Yes I do! And the day you do, too I will be there to say "I told you so". You can hold me to that."

Liz giggled and Kurt's heart fluttered happily as he let out a relieved sigh.

"Okay sweetie. You're ready to get dinner? I think Pa worked pretty hard on this one."

"Oh please, he's been standing in the kitchen all day with that dopey grin. He's like a puppy sometimes!"

Kurt had to laugh because firstly he had thought exactly that far more times than he would ever admit and secondly that was his sweet girl.

"Well don't tell him that or the puppy eyes of doom will follow you into your dreams." Kurt joked as he stood up, still holding his daughter in his arms.

"You're getting too big for that, sweetie." He laughed as he sat her down on his hip.

"Am not!" Liz debated, as she snuggled closer to him, wrapping her legs and arms around him and ducking her head under his chin, closing her eyes.

As he stepped into the hall way, Kurt noticed his husband leaning against the wall. As soon as Blaine saw him he moved forward, standing directly opposite of the love of his life.

Blaine's cheeks were wet with tears but he smiled and his eyes were sparkling.

"I am so proud of you." He mouthed, as to not attracted his daughter's attention.

Then he brought his left hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the golden wedding band there, before he pressed his palm against his chest, resting it over his heart.

"I love you." He mouthed again. "Both of you."

Kurt felt like crying as he watched his husband hurry away to finish dinner, while his daughter still snuggled into his side.

This was happiness. It was all he had ever wanted.