It had been about two weeks since Elizabeth had started school. She was settling in well and it had become clear that Adam was her best friend. She often came home telling stories of what she made at school or what she learnt or what Adam said to her.

Kurt and Blaine personally thought it was cute.

However, that night, Elizabeth had come home and she was quiet. She normally bounced around the house like any normal little girl but tonight, she came home and sat on the sofa, curled up in a little ball, her head resting on her knees.

Blaine came in from work – he worked as a producer at a local small music label and occasionally did some singing on the jingles but mostly he just sang at home now; he tried and failed to get signed but when that didn’t work, he just got onto the producing side of it all and found he actually enjoyed it!

He noticed Elizabeth sat on the couch, staring mindlessly at the TV, he frowned at her slightly. “Hey honey, you okay?” he asked her, ruffling her hair as he walked behind the couch.

“Hi Daddy, I’m fine” she answered quietly. Blaine looked a little confused at her answer – it was too quick and unsure- but he carried on the conversation. “Where’s Daddy Kurt?”

“In the kitchen” she said, not looking at Blaine. Often when he came home, she ran to give him a hug but tonight she hadn’t given him so much as a smile.

“Okay” he said, his eyebrows raised slightly.

He walked on through the house to the kitchen, pushing on the door. Kurt was sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by papers and books, glancing up slightly as Blaine walked in. “Hey babe” he greeted his husband with a smile. “Good day?”

“Wasn’t bad, yours?” Blaine said, setting down his bag and going to stand behind Kurt, placing his hands on Kurt’s shoulders, peering down at what he was marking.

“It was okay, I have all these essays to mark though – I didn’t even know teaching drama could even involve so many essays” Kurt said, laughing slightly.

“You’ll get there, I’ll help you later if you want” Blaine said, planting a kiss on Kurt’s hair. “Anyway, is Lizzie okay? She seems quiet”

“She’s been like that ever since we got home. She just came in and sat on the sofa, not saying anything. You think something bad at school happened?” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair, glancing at their daughter through the tiny gap between the door frame and the door. She was looked as if she was in deep thought.

“Shall we talk to her?” Blaine asked quietly. Kurt nodded.

Blaine switched off the TV and Elizabeth didn’t even react, confirming that she hadn’t been paying attention.  Kurt moved to sit next to Elizabeth on the couch and Blaine sat on the floor, stroking her knee gently with his hand comfortingly.

“Are you okay Lizzie?” Kurt asked softly.

“Daddy, I told you earlier, I’m fine” she said, looking down.

“Lizzie?” Blaine said more firmly.

Elizabeth sighed unhappily and dropped her head further down.

“Why don’t I have a mommy?”  She said quietly.

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt for a moment. Elizabeth looked up for the first time and saw the look of disdain on her father’s faces and immediately began to cry herself. “Lizzie, baby, please don’t cry okay? We’ll tell you” Kurt said, pulling himself together.

“Me and your daddy are gay. This means we like boys. The way boys are typically meant to like girls.” Here Kurt reached out to take Blaine’s hand in his who squeezed it back encouragingly.

“When you were born, your mommy was young and couldn’t handle looking after a baby so she chose us to look after you and raise you as our own child. We adopted you, so me and Daddy Blaine aren’t your parents by blood but we are very much your family. We love you so much and you will always be our little girl. Just like we will always be your daddies.”

Elizabeth nodded slightly, a little smile creeping onto her face.

“What brought this on, sweetie?” Blaine asked.

“One of the little girls at school said my family was stupid because I didn’t have a mommy. But she was being silly right?”

Blaine and Kurt nodded, both smiling at their daughter. “Okay” Elizabeth said.

Later that night, Kurt was sat in bed, reading when he noticed Blaine’s eyes began to tear up. He put down his book and held out his arms, knowing what would have brought it on. Blaine smiled sadly and responded by snuggling himself against Kurt’s chest. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly. Kurt wrapped one arm firmly round Blaine and with his free hand ran his fingers through Blaine’s hair softly.

“I’m just realising we told our daughter that she isn’t truly ours. I mean of course she is our daughter but she will never look like us and she is always going to be singled out because she has the ‘gay’ dads.” Blaine said, beginning to cry into the material of Kurt’s t-shirt.

“True, she may not be ours genetically but I’ve already noticed something. She’s picking up your ability to charm anyone she wants, she’s got my sense of humour, she’s already fabulous at picking out what clothes to wear. She is our daughter Blaine. Always will be and even if one day, her real mom does want to get in touch with her, then we will support her. We’ve given her the one thing her mother couldn’t – a home.”

Blaine nodding in agreement slightly, Kurt lifted Blaine’s chin upwards to kiss him on the lips and wiped away his tears, with his sleeve. There was suddenly a knock on their door.

“Can I sleep here tonight Daddies?” Elizabeth called out from the hallway. “I had a nightmare that you two didn’t want me either.” Blaine almost began to cry again before inhaling and shouting “come in sweetie” to his daughter. She hopped in between them both straight away and snuggled herself against Blaine’s chest, with Kurt resting one hand on her waist.

Yeah, Blaine thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep, they are my family.