Author's Note: Hello. This is a new fic (obviously) that I started writing because a friend and myself were discussing that age gap fics, and fics where one of the boys have a child are the best. She said I should write one where both are combined... And here we are.


Dedication... This whole story is dedicated to Mandy (mandifa1315) without her this story would have never been written.


Disclaimer. Darlings. I'm flattered you think I own glee. But I really don't.


Warnings. There really aren't any warnings write now. But when we get to chapters where we need warning, I'll warn ya.


Kurt's POV


Kurt finally sat after spending his day playing with a hyper four year old and getting the extra room cleaned up. He finally got his daughter to sleep, and it was a long day. He pulled his laptop to him, he wanted to get this article outlined before he went to his own bed.

He leaned his head back, he needed a babysitter. He needed someone to watch his little girl when he couldn't. Especially because Sara, the editor of the fashion magazine he wrote for, was giving him a pass to all the big fashion shows this season. He just needed someone that was trustworthy. He'd have to interview them first, and talk to them and maybe just ease them into watching his girl.

Instead of working on the new article he started writing what he was looking for in a babysitter. An hour later he left his laptop on the couch and went to go clean the dishes from dinner, the dishes normally got done when Abigail was taking her bath, Kurt and Rachel would alternate who gave the girl a bath and who did dishes. He wiped the counter off and was fighting to keep his eyes open. He peeked in on his daughter, covering her up again before going to his own room collapsing on the bed.


"Daddy, wake up. I'm hungry." Kurt rolled over, wrapping his arms around his little girl.

"Is that so?" Kurt faked a sigh, "I guess I must feed you then."

"Yes. I need to eat daddy. My belly is rumbling."

"Oh no a rumbling belly." Kurt tickled her, standing up and kissing her check. "Lets go get something in it then."

She nodded, grabbing his hand and dragged him to the kitchen. Kurt lifted her up grabbing his coffee jar. He couldn't start a day without it. It felt light.

"Damnit."

"Daddy. You said a bad word." Abby reprimanded, bad words weren't allowed in the house.

"I'm sorry Abby."

"A dollar in the bad jar daddy." The young girl demanded. Kurt grabbed his wallet which stayed on the counter and dropped a dollar in the jar.

"There. No more bad words. You want to go to the cafe and get a muffin so I can get me some coffee."

"Can I get a smoothie too?" Abby asked, standing ready to change out of her teddy bear nightgown.

"Of course baby girl. How about we get you dressed and ready for the day?" Kurt followed her to her room, watching as she picked out a blue skirt with a green top and rainbow socks.

"Is this okay?" She asked, she always asked, her daddy was good with clothes and always made her look cute.

Kurt smiled at her, grabbing the blue shirt that came with the skirt. "Hows that?"

"Do I get to keep my socks?"

"Of course." Kurt grabbed the brush, his daughter looked like a mini female version of him, besides her slightly darker hair, and that dark hair was hard to keep from frizzing.


"One large mocha, a child's strawberry smoothie and... Abby what muffin do you want today?"

"Chocolate!" She squealed. Kurt gestured at the barista, pulling out his wallet.

"Tell me, is Ralph around?" Kurt asked, Ralph ran the cafe, and he was the one that gave Rachel her job when they first moved to New York.

"Right here Kurt. You look a mess. Rachel has only been gone a week." The man said, ruffling Abby's hair.

"Well you try working and raising a four year old, I was wondering if you could hang an ad up?" Kurt reached into his ever present bag, handing over a paper asking for a babysitter. Ralph read over it before tacking it on the cork board.

"Sara's tired of letting you work from home then?"

"Of course she is. I'm the one that bitch glares at everyone until they get to work." Kurt frowned at Abby when she pouted at him. "What's wrong?"

"Bad word. That means another dollar daddy."

Kurt smiled. "Of course it does. Here how about you keep a hold of it until we get home."

She happily took the dollar, the money collected in the jar went to multiple different things. Normally something Abby wanted. But Kurt did a good job not cussing around his daughter, most of the time. But today wasn't one of those days. He blamed Rachel for going off to LA and leaving him without a babysitter.


Blaine POV


Blaine slumped on the pile of blankets, he was tired, he had just woken up but he was tired. He blamed the floor. He needed a bed. He needed a job. His parents were putting enough money on his card for him to be able to live comfortably on. But he wasn't stupid enough to blow it on things like a bed, and other frivolous things until he found a job of his own so him parents could stop worrying. Good thing it was still the beginning of summer.

"Blaine. Are you up?" One of his roommates, Nick asked, knocking on the door.

"Ugh if I said no would you go away?" Blaine asked, his fingers running through his curls. The door opened and Nick entered, plopping on the blankets. "What's up Nick?"

"Jeff and I wanted to get a coffee and then we were going to look for jobs. You in?"

"Yeah. Give me half an hour?"

Half an hour later Blaine was walking with his friends to a small cafe. Nick and Jeff were goofing around, and Blaine shook his head. "If you two can act like adults, which we are. Then I'll buy your coffee."

"Free coffee?" Nick perked up, crossing his hands behind his back. "I'm a mature adult and I won't goof off ever again."

Jeff shook his head, his blond locks falling in his eyes. "Okay. We'll be good."

"And I decided to room with you two and not get a dorm room because?" Blaine teased, winking at his two best friends.

"You love us." Jeff looked at the menu for a second, "I'll take a frozen white latte."

"I want a iced caramel mocha." Nick nudged Blaine. "And you'll miss us if you didn't live with us."

"I think I'd prefer missing you dumbasses. I want a frozen..." Blaine looked at the menu and the little pictures sitting on the counter. "A frozen that."

It was chocolate strawberry flavored coffee. How could someone not like that. "14.68."

Blaine handed over fifteen, dropping the change in the tip cup. They stood off on the side, waiting for their drinks to be made. "So where are we looking today guys? Don't you think we'd have better luck finding jobs if we split up?"

"Its New York City and you want to split up? You my friend are insane." Nick teased.

Blaine shrugged. "I just want a job. And us walking around together seems more like goofing off then job hunting."

"You said you're looking for a job?" A tall man asked, he had just exited from behind the counter, but that didn't mean anything. It was New York. He was probably a freak.

Blaine quickly responded. "Yes we're looking for jobs. But real jobs. Things that bring in stable money. We don't want to get into the drug business or selling our bodies for-"

The guy held up his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you little guy. I was just saying, I'm the manager here. And I'm looking to hire someone. I'm just looking for one person though, I haven't found someone since my last barista left and I don't like overworking my employees, but everyone I have left has been pulling extra hours. If you guys wanted to fill out applications?"

They nodded eagerly and Ralph handed them over. "Also, the corkboard has a few options from other small privately owned businesses."

Blaine grabbed his drink and then walked to the corkboard. "You two apply for this job. If I worked in the coffee shop then I wouldn't like coffee so... Oh my god this is the best thing I ever had!" Blaine exclaimed as he took his first sip.

Blaine looked at the options, a lot of them were heavy work, like being a stock boy for a bookstore, and some things he wasn't old enough for. There was one paper, asking for a babysitter. A four year old. He was good with kids. Alison, his older sister had a kid, that he saw a few times a year. He pulled out his cell phone, typing in the number.


"I give up." Blaine tossed the napkin on the table. "I'm not going to find a job. I'm going back to our apartment."

Blaine stormed out, leaving his friends behind. They would stay looking for a bit longer. But he was tired, he wanted to go curl up on his blankets for the rest of his life. Or at least until college started.

When he got to the apartment he jumped on the couch, which is where Jeff slept most nights. He then pulled out his phone. He wanted to call someone and complain. Going through his contacts he saw Kurt Hummel (babysitting) he clicked it. He needed a job after all.


Author's Note: So what does everyone think? I'll update when the next chapter is done.