When he woke up the next morning, Kurt was in a good mood. He went through his day with a smile plastered on his face. He arrived at Blaine's house and found Blaine and Damian waiting for him in the kitchen, finishing their snacks.

Blaine and Damian both smiled at him. “Hi, Kurt,” Blaine called from where he was leaning against the counter. “I'm hoping to be home earlier tonight. Maybe I can make it before bedtime.”

Damian grinned. “Really, Daddy?”

“I'm really going to try, bud.”

After Blaine left, the day went similar to the day before. Kurt and Damian played before dinner and then Damian wanted to play after dinner instead of watching television. Kurt kept an eye on the time and frowned when Damian's bedtime rolled around with no sign of Blaine. He sighed. “Time for bed, Damian.”

“But Daddy's not home yet.”

“I know, but it's bedtime. Can you get ready for bed, please? Maybe your dad will get home while you're changing.”

There was a bout of tears when Blaine didn't make it as he had hoped. “But he promised,” Damian sobbed.

“He said he would try, Damian. I'm sure something important came up. He loves you very much and he would much rather be here than at work.”

Damian sniffled. “P-promise?”

Kurt smiled. “Promise.” He allowed Damian to cling to him until his tears finally subsided. Kurt realized that the boy had cried himself to sleep. He laid him down on the bed and pulled the covers up over him, kissing the top of his head before turning off the light and closing the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall, he heard the front door open and close and Blaine came jogging in. “Don't leave yet,” he panted, rushing into Damian's room. He gently woke his son and apologized for not getting home sooner. “I love you so much and I am so sorry I missed bedtime.”

Kurt felt like an intruder, so he went to the kitchen to wait for Blaine. He gathered his things and sat them beside him while he waited.

“Sometimes I really miss the days before cell phones,” Blaine grumbled, tossing his phone onto the kitchen counter.

“Everything okay?”

“I was halfway home and got a call that I had to head back in.”

Kurt frowned. “Isn't that better than getting all the way home?” Blaine shot Kurt a glare. “Well? I mean, at least you weren't already here and comfortable.”

“All I want to do at the end of the day is come home and see my baby boy. I'm not as young as I used to be. I can't just work for twenty hours a day and only get an hour or two of sleep and do it all over again.” Blaine looked at Kurt's wide eyes. “Sorry. You don't need to hear me go on a tirade about work.”

“It's okay,” Kurt assured. After a few minutes of silence, Kurt looked at Blaine curiously. “So, how old are you?” At the confused look from Blaine, Kurt clarified his reason for asking. “You essentially said you're getting too old for this, so how old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. “You don't seem that old.”

Blaine laughed for the first time since he walked in the door. “I'll take that as a compliment, I think.”

Kurt covered his mouth. “I am so sorry. That's not what I meant.”

Holding up a hand to stop him, Blaine smiled. “It's okay, Kurt. I understand. I was nineteen once too, you know. Anybody over thirty is old.” Kurt blushed and Blaine laughed again. “Don't be embarrassed. No judgment here. I promise.” They settled back into conversation comfortably until Kurt yawned. Blaine looked at the time. “I'm sorry, Kurt. You should go home and get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow,” Blaine said softly.