Every Thursday Kurt comes to pick Blaine up from work. It has become a "thing" that every Thursday they go to that tiny Italian restaurant that lies halfway between Blaine's work and home and have a "date". So, this Thursday, like every other, Kurt is at the school where Blaine teaches first grade at exactly 5 pm. However, unlike every other Thursday Blaine is not alone.

He is sitting on the steps of the building with a little boy with white blond hair, a little boy that is leaning into him making Kurt once again swear to himself that they have to have that talk soon, about starting a family.

He walks over and stops in front of the pair, both of them looking up at him with similarly hopeful eyes. The hope in the blue eyes fades and they are soon hidden under that mop of hair as the boy looks down at his hands. Blaine ruffles his hair a bit.

"We're just waiting for Adrian's father, he is a little late at picking him up," Blaine says, his voice upbeat, but his eyes send a whole other message to Kurt. He is worried.

There's nothing else to do in a situation such as this, but to wait. Blaine has been in communication with the boy's mother (she is in Phoenix on a business trip) and the father's secretary (Mr. Bennet left the office two hours ago, but I will try to get hold of him for you Mr. Anderson). Blaine hasn't been able to reach the boy's father yet and Kurt knows this is what worries him.

Kurt has never been very comfortable with little boys, but he tries his best to drag Adrian into a conversation (Who's his favourite superhero? Spiderman. What does he want to be when he grows up? Fireman. Does he like school? That one earns him a shrug, and that makes him sad because shouldn't a first grader be excited about school?)

Blaine asks Adrian if he knows who was supposed to pick him up today, but the boy doesn't know. He seems resigned to his fate of just waiting and Blaine leaves him next to Kurt to try calling the boy's mother again on his cell.

A taxi stops by the curb and Kurt and Adrian looks up. The door finally opens and a man steps out somewhat unsteadily. Kurt feels the boy next to him tense up and he quickly catches Blaine's attention. His husband looks from Kurt over to the man walking a little to carefully up the path to the steps.

Adrian has got up and is putting his backpack on when Blaine steps in front of him.

"Adrian, do you think you could show Kurt the new jungle gym at the playground? I just need to talk to your daddy a little bit."

Kurt doesn't want to leave Blaine there alone to handle the situation with the obviously drunk man, but he understands that Blaine doesn't want Adrian to be exposed to the confrontation he suspect is coming. They don't make it too far however before Mr. Bennet is getting agitated.

"I want my son! Who the fuck are you to refuse to hand over my son to me you little fairy!"

"Mr. Bennet," Blaine's calm voice can be heard, "I am not allowed to release a child into the custody of anyone that is clearly drunk. If I do that I can loose my job. Now please, for Adrian's sake, is there anyone else I can call that can come pick the boy up?"

Mr. Bennet keeps up the stream of insults for a little while, and Kurt can feel the little hand in his shaking. He crouches down and finds himself with an armful of sobbing five year old boy.

"It's okay Adrian, we'll figure something out. Nobody's going to hurt you." Kurt stands up, carrying the blond boy, not caring that his neck and shoulder is getting wet from the tears.

"I don't want dad to be mad, I want to go with my dad," the boy cries, but at the same time he makes no effort to get down.

The voices of Mr. Bennet and Blaine have quieted and Kurt hopes this is a good thing. He slowly walks around the corner and finds Blaine talking on the phone again; Mr. Bennet is nowhere to be seen. When he hangs up, Blaine approaches them with a gentle smile on his face.

"Adrian," he says, getting the boy's attention. "I've just spoken to your aunt Jo and she will be here in 20 minutes to pick you up. How does that sound?"

A small smile spreads across the boy's face and he wipes his runny nose on his sleeve.

"Why don't you and Blaine go over to the playground and I'll go over to that Deli and get us some sandwiches," Kurt suggests, and the little boy's face breaks into a wide grin. Kurt hands him over to Blaine, and instead of having a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant, they end up having a picnic with a five year old, sitting on the swings in the playground until a flustered young woman shows up and Blaine can finally hand the boy over to a responsible adult.

That evening Blaine declines a glass of vine as they relax of the couch and Kurt has to ask if anything like this has ever happened before. He is relieved when Blaine shakes his head, but then his husband's voice can be heard quietly saying; "That man is one of the most renowned child psychologist in New York..."