"Daddy, Daddy, can we listen to Wicked again?"

That's right; he had forgotten about Sunny. Kurt's daughter. And gay or not, there was no doubt she was his biologically, as he took in the bone structure and the dimple and oh, god, what had he gotten himself into?

"Of course, baby. That's perfect," Kurt replied to her and ruffled her blonde hair that she had obviously inherited from Brittany, and Blaine grimaced. This was starting to give him a headache.

"Would you like to help, Blaine?"

He blinked as he realized Kurt was talking to him and then nodded slowly. Confusion aside, he couldn't pull himself away from the beautiful boy and he followed him into the kitchen area. It was small, and the heavy oak table in the center didn't help the situation, but rather than feeling cramped, it was more cozy, and Blaine smiled as the toddler pulled one of the heavy chairs over to the countertop and opened the CD player to put in the Broadway soundtrack. The first strands of No One Mourns the Wicked floated over the room, and Blaine watched as Kurt began rummaging through drawers and cupboards to find all the utensils and ingredients he would need.

"Blaine, would you mind pulling the soy milk out of the fridge? Oh, and there should be some tofu on the upper left, in the back," he added as Blaine opened the old fridge.

"You don't use cream cheese?" he asked curiously, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Normally, yes, but Rachel is a vegan, so..." he shrugged, and started crushing up the graham crackers that Sunny had handed him.

"Oh? That's awful nice of you. Especially considering it sounded like you were threatening to make the real thing back there," he added with a grin and Kurt flushed.

"Yeah, well, I'm not that mean..."

"So the Warbler Prince, huh?"

He winced and said, "Please, forget she said anything about that."

"I don't know," Blaine said thoughtfully, placing the milk and tofu on the counter near Kurt. "It sounded pretty interesting. I don't think I've ever been called a 'prince' before."

He knew he was being a little bit mean, but he found himself quite enjoying all the colors that crossed Kurt's porcelain skin. And he hadn't lied about never being called a prince, though his brother had called him 'princess' on at least two occasions.

"I like princes!" Sunny said, and he glanced down at her, smiling, though her presence turned his mind in another direction.

"I think I'm more interested, though, in how you managed to have a three-year-old daughter at such a young age. Especially since you're, ah, well..."

"Since I'm gay?" Kurt asked, raising a brow, but he was smiling, so Blaine knew he hadn't taken offense, and he nodded.

"Yeah. I'm also a bit confused about Brittany." An awkward look passed his face and Blaine winced. He was coming on too strong, he realized, and he needed to ease up. "Sorry. You don't have to explain. I'm just--"

"No, no, it's fine. It's obviously a weird situation no matter how you look at it."

"Well, yeah. I mean, you're gay, a freshman in college, with a three-year-old, and living with--" Kurt's laughter caught him off-guard and he frowned.

"Um, sorry, did I say something funny?"

"I'm not a freshman, Blaine," he said between laughs, a grin spread wide on his face as he added, "Though I do thank you for thinking I'm that young. Sometimes I worry the stress is making me look older than I am."

"You're not--oh. I'm sorry, I just assumed, since I'd never seen you on campus before this semester."

"I transferred," he explained. "Brittany needed to repeat her senior year, so I just took some community college classes, and then she took a year off before we all came out here."

"Wait. So you're my age?"

"Older," he grinned. "I turned twenty-one in May."

"You're shi--kidding me," he amended at the suddenly severe look on Kurt's face as he glanced toward Sunny, and he blushed. "Sorry. But seriously, you must get carded all the time."

"On the rare occasion that I drink," he shrugged and turned back to the graham cracker mixture, pouring in some olive oil before mixing it all together.

"Don't graham crackers have honey in them? That doesn't strike me as vegan," Blaine began.

"Rachel won't mind. It's minimal, and she's not a perfectionist. Just as long as I don't put butter in here, she will forgive me and herself for any infractions."

"She sounds pretty interesting."

"I'm sure after meeting her that's not a surprise," Kurt said drily, and smiled as Sunny started belting out the words to The Wizard and I.

"When I meet the Wizard
Once I prove my worth
And then I meet the Wizard
What I've waited for since: since birth!"

"Geez, she's got a set of pipes on her," Blaine laughed in surprise, and Kurt grinned over at him. "You sure she's only three?"

"Three years, six months and...six days," he said, and then blushed at the look Blaine gave him. "So I keep track. Sue me, already."

"No, no," he rushed to reassure him. "That's really sweet that you know that off the top of your head."

"Well, five seconds off the top, but sure, I'll take it."

"Still, that's impressive," he said as the little girl began dancing around the room. "The vocabulary and the tone...and she's a pretty good dancer, too."

"Gets that from Brittany," Kurt nodded, setting the finished graham cracker crust aside to work on the cake part of the cheesecake. "Not that I'm too shabby on the floor myself, but Britt, she's been dancing since birth, I suspect. Gymnastics, ballet, tap, jazz, and then being a cheerleader on top of that, well. Let's just say I pale in comparison."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Blaine smiled and they both went still at the obvious flirtatious tone behind his words, and he looked down at his hands. "Ah, is there anything I can, um, help with?"

"You can turn the oven on," he returned after a moment. "I always seem to skip that step and then I'm stuck waiting for it to pre-heat after I've mixed and poured and such. 350 degrees, if you please."

"I'm surprised you cook it," Blaine said casually. "I mean, cooling it must be a pain, if you want to enjoy it that day."

Kurt shrugged, and admitted, "I stick it in the freezer for about two and a half hours and that does the trick. Plus it gives us time to digest supper and rest a little before dessert."

"That is curiously logical, especially considering I'm the type to eat dessert first."

"Ah, yes. Life's too short, right?"

"Nah, I'm just obnoxious like that."

Kurt snorted out a laugh and then slapped a hand to his mouth, and Blaine grinned as he turned bright red. There was so much he could have said, but he settled for pulling out a chair and listening to Sunny sing as Kurt obviously struggled to retain his cool, calm demeanor as he poured the cake mixture into the graham cracker crust.

"And I'll stand there with the Wizard
Feeling things I've never felt
And though I'd never show it
I'll be so happy, I could melt!"

She paused in her singing to ask, "Daddy, why would she melt if she was happy?"

"It's just an expression, baby. She won't actually melt."

"Oh. Okay."

Blaine watched as she nodded, and continued her twirling dance around the kitchen and living area, and he couldn't help but smile.

"She's pretty cute."

"I'd like to think so," Kurt said, and looked at the oven, apparently trying to decide if it had heated for long enough before shrugging and opening the door to slide the pan in. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without her," he admitted, sitting across from Blaine and resting his cheek on his hand as he watched his daughter, a small smile crossing his lips, and Blaine wondered if he had ever seen anyone look that happy, that content, and decided that he probably hadn't.

"Yeah, I can see she's pretty special." He paused, and then asked, "How did she happen?"

Kurt was quiet for a moment, and Blaine wondered if he should have waited to ask, and yet, how could he not? There were so many things about Kurt that, now that he'd said it out loud, he could honestly see as the flashing lights they were, pointing to his admitted sexuality. It was almost funny that he had believed him to be straight in the first place, no matter what words he might have said. Except then, there was Sunny, and she was pointing in the complete opposite direction.

"Brittany is my best friend," Kurt began slowly, and Blaine felt himself relax. "When I was fifteen, I had a little bit of a crisis, and we dated for about a week."

"Like an identity crisis?"

"No," he shook his head right off. "I knew exactly who I was. What I didn't know was how much my dad loved me for being just that. He had started dating this woman, and she had a son my age, and Finn loves football and cars and girls and...I got jealous," he laughed a little at the statement and Blaine leaned forward. He was surprised Kurt was going this in-depth, but he didn't speak for fear of him cutting himself short, and he wanted to know everything, not just about Brittany and Sunny, but about Kurt. "I decided I could pretend to be straight, and I could love Mellencamp--"

"I love Mellencamp," Blaine said without thinking and then flushed as Kurt rolled his eyes, but thankfully his comment didn't appear to deter him.

"I wore flannel for probably the first time ever," he went on, shuddering a little, which made Blaine grin, "and I picked an easy mark to be my girlfriend."

"Which would be Brittany?" he asked hesitantly, and Kurt nodded.

"Which would be Brittany," he replied. "She was popular, a cheerleader, and sweet enough to believe that I was straight."

"But you only went out for a week."

"Only a week," he agreed. "I couldn't do it. Instead of making my dad happy, I only made him worry, and I made myself angry that I had to try that hard, and, well...I couldn't do it," he said again, sighing. "So I broke up with Brittany, started wearing scarves again, and have never sung a Mellencamp song since."

Blaine laughed at that, and Kurt grinned at him, making his heart hiccup a little.

"Ah, so," Blaine coughed a little, trying to calm himself, "I take it Brittany came by a few weeks later, and--"

"No. We didn't do anything more than kiss then."

"Oh."

"But Brittany, she was great. And I didn't have many friends, in or out of glee club, which we both were in, and so we somehow ended up latching onto each other, and became best friends."

"I thought Rachel...?"

"I love Rachel," he nodded at the unspoken question. "But we weren't really friends until our senior year. I couldn't stand her before then. We fought over too many solos."

Blaine grinned at that, just imagining the two having diva-offs. Though it had been a few years since he had heard Rachel sing, he still remembered how good she was, and with his recent private concerts from Kurt in the laundry room, he knew they could go toe to toe and come out even.

"So if not then, how--"

"Summer before junior year, Brittany had a bad break-up," he began again, and Blaine went still at the sudden sadness in his tone. "Brittany is special; I'm sure you could tell even from just that short introduction. So she usually doesn't get into anything serious. Except this kid was, well...understanding, I suppose is the word I would use. Until he wasn't, and Brittany showed up crying, and I couldn't turn her away, and..."

"So you guys..."

Kurt pushed his hand through his hair, the gesture full of nerves, and sighed.

"She wanted more than just a shoulder to cry on."

"And you gave it to her." He paused and then asked, "So you're bi?"

Kurt laughed out loud, the sound sharp and clear, and Blaine blinked in surprise.

"Oh, no. Definitely not. I am of the firm belief that 'bisexual' is a term that gay guys in high school use when they want to hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change." Blaine winced a little at how harsh that sounded, but didn't interrupt as he went on. "But Brittany, she...well, let's just say, in an effort to help her, I may have made use of a fake id."

"You were drunk?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, and said, "I prefer the term 'inebriated.'"

"And the people who sold you the alcohol, they didn't think anything of your id? I mean, come on, Kurt, you have to know how young you looked."

"At sixteen? I looked twelve," he laughed. "But I actually sent my brother out. He's a giant, and I doubt he even needed his id."

"So your brother bought you and your best friend alcohol and then you slept together."

"That about sums it up," he shrugged.

Blaine wasn't sure if he was repulsed or intrigued by the story, and he turned his gaze back to Sunny.

"So nine months later, then..."

"Eight months and fourteen days." Blaine shot him a glance and he flushed a little. "So I'm a little anal with numbers, I know. But she was sixteen days early, born just weeks before the end of my junior year."

"And it didn't occur to you to give her up for adoption or something?"

He flinched at the glare Kurt leveled at him and raised his hands in a show of surrender or something, he didn't know.

"I'm not saying you had to. Just, you were both so young. I mean, what did you parents think of this?"

"My dad was super-supportive. When I decided we would keep her, that was it. No arguments."

"And Brittany's parents?"

"Brittany was living with us by then," Kurt shrugged, and Blaine knew there was something big there he was leaving out. "She trusted my judgement."

"And now you have a three-year-old."

"And now I have a three-year-old," Kurt returned, and the grin on his face left Blaine breathless for a moment. He wanted to ask more, but Sunny bounded over to the table and pulled Kurt up just as Dancing Through Life started.

"Daddy, Daddy, you have to sing this one!"

Kurt grinned wider, and then glanced back toward Blaine and held out his other hand to him.

"Care to join us?" he asked, and Blaine swallowed before grinning in return.

How could he refuse?