Blaine frowned and turned away from the shelf as Damian kicked at the shopping cart. “Hey, what's wrong? What did that cart do to you?”

Damian shrugged, but stopped. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

“Tell me what's wrong, munchkin.”

Damian glared up at him and grumbled, “I'm not your munchkin anymore.”

“Damian Levi. What is this attitude?” Damian turned away from his father. Blaine stooped down to Damian's level and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. “Hey, buddy. Look at me.” When he did, Blaine could see tears in his eyes. “Damian, what's wrong?”

“You don't want me anymore,” Damian sobbed.

Blaine's eyes went wide. “Of course I want you. Why would you say that?”

“All you and Dad ever talk about anymore is the stupid baby and it's not fair. I don't even want a stupid baby anymore.”

Blaine shushed him and lowered his voice. “Hey, don't say that. That's not a nice word.” He stood and took Damian's hand. He pushed the empty cart back to the front of the store and started to lead Damian outside.

Damian's eyes went wide, remembering the last time he had been led out of a store to be reprimanded. “No, Daddy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,” he cried.

“Shh. You're not in trouble. I just want to talk to you outside instead of in the soup aisle.” Blaine pulled him to the bench outside and they sat down. He handed Damian a tissue and said, “Dry your eyes, buddy. You're okay.” When Damian had calmed down some, Blaine asked, “Where is all of this coming from?”

“I don't want you to not love me anymore just because there's some dumb baby around.” He looked up quickly. “Sorry.”

Blaine shook his head. “Right now is about you telling me how you feel. Get it out and after we're done here, you don't say anything hurtful anymore, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.” He sighed. “I didn't know that wanting a baby brother or sister would mean that you and Dad would stop caring about me. I don't want you to forget about me just because of a stupid baby. It's not fair. You made me move into a new room. You forgot about my science fair. And you didn't tuck me in last night.”

Blaine's eyes went wide. “Wow. Okay. Let's start with last night. You told me the night before that you were too old to be tucked in, so I didn't think you wanted that anymore. I'm sorry that there was a misunderstanding. Next, um, the room. You got a bigger room. I thought you would like it.”

“I did, but it's scary. The light doesn't shine in anymore like my old room.”

He had completely forgotten about the streetlight that shone into Damian's old room. Now that he was on the opposite side of the house, there was no light to bother him. Or to comfort him, apparently. With a small smile, Blaine said, “We can get you a nightlight if that'll make you feel better.” Damian shrugged. “Okay. What was next? Oh. Your science fair isn't until next week.”

Damian shook his head. “It was Thursday. During lunchtime.”

Blaine pulled out his phone and checked his calendar. “It was supposed to be next Tuesday.”

“There's a paper on the fridge. Dad was there,” he mumbled.

“I'm sorry, bud. Why didn't you say something sooner?” Blaine felt terrible for missing out on his son's event.

Damian shrugged again. “Why don't you love me anymore?” he challenged.

“I do love you, Damian. Nothing will ever change that. You're my baby and you always will be. It doesn't matter how many other babies Kurt and I decide to have. You will always be my baby. You and I...we kind of grew up together. I may have been in my thirties when you were born, but I sure had a lot of growing up to do when you came along. We had to figure out life on our own for a long time.” He hugged his son tight. “So don't ever think I don't love you. Because I do. With all my heart.” Blaine smiled as he pulled away and looked Damian in the eye. “And you'll always be my munchkin. Even when you're older and you hate me calling you that.”

That pulled a smile out of Damian. “I love you, Daddy,” he said quietly.

“I love you, too. Is there anything else we need to talk about?” Damian shook his head. “Good. Now, how about we do some grocery shopping?” Damian nodded and they went back inside.

When they got home, Blaine told Kurt everything. Kurt was horrified that Damian would think that they didn't care about him. He walked into Damian's room and said, “Hey, D-man. I hear your daddy and I have been slacking.” Damian looked up at him. “I'm sorry that we messed up and made you feel like we don't love you. We do love you. Very much.”

“I know,” Damian responded quietly.

Kurt walked over and sat beside Damian. “Your daddy told me what happened at the grocery. Do you want to talk about it?” Damian shrugged. “Now's your chance. You can tell me everything that I've done wrong and we'll try to fix it,” Kurt smiled. Damian sighed. “I won't get mad. I promise.”

“You come to all my school stuff. And I know Daddy tries to come, but he works and can't sometimes.” Kurt nodded, wondering where this was going. “When the baby comes, since you'll be babysitting, does that mean you won't come anymore?”

“No. I'll still come. I'll just have your sister with me.”

Damian thought for a second. “What if it's something she can't come to?”

“Then we'll ask Grandma or Uncle Coop or Grandpa Burt to watch her. Sweetie, when you have a baby, that doesn't mean you can't do things.”

“But when Daddy works, he can't come to stuff. And babysitting is your job if there's a baby to watch. Like when you first came to our house.”

Kurt smiled and nodded, understanding what Damian meant now. “Babysitting is only a job if the baby isn't yours. Don't your daddy and I take you places with us?” Damian nodded. “So why would it be different with your sister?”

Damian thought for a second. “Oh. It wouldn't be different.”

“Right. She'll go with us just like you.”

Damian seemed to understand. He got a playful look on his face, one that Kurt had seen on Blaine's face many times in the past. “But you still love me more because I'm older, right?”

Kurt heard the laugh from the doorway and looked up to see Blaine standing there. “That can't be true, D-man. Because if it was, you'd love your daddy more than you love me. And we know I'm you're favorite.

Damian laughed and agreed, causing Blaine to stare at them openmouthed. “Wait. Who's your favorite?” he asked as he approached.

“I don't have a favorite,” Damian squealed, wriggling away from Blaine's tickling fingers. “I love you both the same.”

Blaine stopped tickling and pulled Damian in for a hug. “And we love you and your sister the same. We don't have favorites. Okay?”

Damian nodded. “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you,” Blaine and Kurt echoed.