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Kurt Hummel is a dedicated father in every way imaginable. Since the moment he laid eyes on his daughter he understood why he was put on this earth and his life finally had a purpose, a meaning. For the past 4 years she had been his entire life. He thought of nothing but his little baby girl, his princess.

But lately he had been feeling a tiny whole in his heart, the place where his own dreams lay. Not to say that he cared for his daughter any less, or resented her in any way. On the contrary, he actually felt mad at himself for thinking of anything but his little Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

When the time came for picking the name, he eventually settled on his mother's, the one woman he looked up to most before she was taken from him. He called her Ellie for short. His little Ellie.

He had also been feeling in regards to his love life. On his many adventures with Ellie in Central Park, when he say people holding hands, he knew there was something missing in him and longed for the day when he had a companion in his little family. Sure, in college he had had some boyfriends and the occasional fling, but when he had graduated and he realized he wanted a family, he set out on his quest alone.

Kurt was sitting his brilliantly decorated apartment living room, with it's high ceilings and modern furniture. Kurt had picked out the apartment with his father when he had realized he wanted a family and had fell in love instantly. He had decorated it by himself, picking out every corner of fabric and every inch of floor. The whole house was completely modern, except for Ellie's room. When he worked on it, he had taken special care to make the perfect room for her. It was princess themed, with enough toys to stock a toy store.

However, she was only spoiled in love. She was also incredibly intelligent for a 5 year old girl.

contemplating this when a certain little girl called from her room upstairs.

He bolted up immediately ran upstairs.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He called softly as he reached her princess-themed bedroom and knelt by the side of her bed.

Ellie was the cutest 5 year old in the world. She had auburn hair that went past her shoulders, eyes exactly like Kurt's, never deciding which color they should be, and a laugh that you wished you could put in a jar and listen to when you were having a bad day.

"I had a bad dream," Ellie whispered softly back to Kurt.

"Oh honey," Kurt cooed. "You know what helps me when I have a bad dream?"

"What?" Ellie asked.

"Telling my very best friend," Kurt said as he poked his daughters belly on every word, making her giggle.

"Can you just sleep with me, Daddy? I don't want to be alone," Ellie pleaded, giving Kurt the full force of her eyes, which decided to be gray in the dim light from her nightlight.

"Of course sweetie, scotch over," Kurt said as his daughter lifted up the pink comforter to make room for him.

He put his arms out and Ellie relaxed int them, her head on his chest.

"Dreams are really nothing to be afraid of. It's just your brain telling stories, and sometimes your brain needs to tell you something, something you haven't though of in a while, or something you've been avoiding, and it might even been something you're afraid of, and that's when nightmares happen," Kurt explained in a soft voice.

"So my brain need to tell me that monsters exist? But you said they didn't!" Ellie accused.

"No, you're right, they don't exist," Kurt chuckled softly. "The message might have been hidden deeper." Ellie's eyebrows knitted together at this so he continued, "for instance, what was the monster wearing?"

"I think it was like what that guy on TV wears when he helps the sick people?" Ellie said, crinkling her face in a way that made Kurt melt as she tried to remember.

"Hmm..could this have anything to do with your doctors visit next week?"

Ellie made a little O with her mouth at Kurt's words and sunk lower in his arms. "I know you told me there's nothing to be afraid of but I can't help it."

"I know how you feel, when I was your age I was afraid of my dentist," Kurt said, stroking her hair absently.

"You were afraid, Daddy?" Ellie said like she couldn't believe her little ears as she looked up to her father in wonder.

"Sure I was! Daddies can get scared too, everyone can." Kurt told her.

"How did you stop being afraid?" Ellie asked.

"Well, your grandpa gave me a very good piece of advice," Kurt told her. "He said 'Fears are okay, unless they work against you'."

"How else do fears work?" Ellie asked, eyebrows going together again as Kurt smiled down at her.

"Instead of shying away from your fears, you can use them and make a sort of deal with yourself to not be scared, and that makes you a stronger person, get it?" Kurt asked her.

"So I can not be scared by just telling myself that I'm not scared?" Ellie wondered.

"That's exactly right. If you do that, nothing can stop you from doing anything you want to," Kurt told her.

Ellie smiled at this before yawning into his chest.

"You think maybe you should try to sleep more, sweetie?" He asked her.

"Not tired," Ellie yawned again and closed her eyes.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt laughed softly.

Kurt was feeling sleepy himself suddenly, so he sank deeper into his daughters bed and settled in.

The next morning went like every other morning. Kurt quietly slipped out of Ellie's bed and to start breakfast. Since he had more time, he decided to do something fancier. Crepes. A favorite of his and one Ellie loved as well.

As he mixed the ingredients together, he began to go over his thoughts from last night. He found himself wondering if he'd ever have someone to cook with, another loving father for Ellie. Kurt knew as much as his daughter told him that he was all she needed, he still wanted to fill that gap for her, for he himself had grown up with just a dad as well, and though his dad was amazing in every way, he still felt that he missed out in only having one parent.

He put the first batch of crepes out on the counter, and went to wake Ellie.

They both ate a lovely breakfast and were out the door within the hour.

Ellie's school was only about 4 blocks from their apartment so they always walked. It was a beautiful day out, lots of busy commuters walking around them trying to get where they're going under the bluest skies imaginable.

They reached Ellie's school and Kurt stoped to kiss her forehead.

"You have a good day, princess, okay? I'll be here right when you get out. And remember what grandpa told you last week?" Kurt asked her.

"'Nobody pushes the Hummel's around'," she recited, straightening her back.

Kurt chuckled at her and relaxed her shoulders. "That's exactly right," Kurt said before hugging her one last time and waving goodbye as she ran into the building.

Kurt smiled to himself as he began the journey to the bus stop he always used to get to work. Before Kurt had Ellie, he was on his way to being the exact place he wanted to be in his career. Editor of the New York Times. But having a daughter made his aspirations seem less important so he had declined the offer and now, while he still worked for the newspaper, he worked for the decidedly more boring column, the obituaries.

It wasn't that he hated what he did, in these times he was just happy that he had a job. But lately, now that Ellie was a bit more grown, he wished he had another shot at his dream job. After a twenty minute bus ride he reached theNew York Times building.

It was times like these, when he looked up at the tall buildings of New York with the blue skies above them, that he still couldn't believe that he made it here. He got our of Lima. He was in New York. He had his own family. His own job. This was his dream, he was living it.

He entered the building through the shining double doors and rode the elevator up to the 23rd floor where he found his same small desk he went to every day in the same room where he shared the space with 5 other writers. It was the smallest office, with tiny windows that emitted little light, and cluttered desks that made you claustrophobic if you looked at them too long. Once he sat down with his usual coffee from the pot at the far right of the room, he noticed a sticky note on top of his list of obituaries he needed to write today.

The sticky note read:

Robertson needs you in his office!

ASAP!

Mr. Robertson was the editor that had gotten the job after Kurt had declined. He was a nice enough guy, for an editor that it.

Wondering what on earth this could be about, as he rarely talked directly to his editor, he made his way back to the elevator and clicked the very top floor.

When he reached the floor he went directly to the secretary's desk in front of the room that had the name plate:

Mr. L. Robertson

Editor

Kurt went up to the secretary, who's name was Hannah, a very pretty girl who probably could have been much better things than just a plain secretary, and told her that Mr. Robertson was expecting him. She nodded and presses a button on her phone and told her boss that he was there.

"Send him in, Hannah," he answered through the phone.

"Go on in," she told Kurt sweetly.

"Thank you," he smiled at her and made his way into his boss' office.

"Kurt! How are you son?" Mr. Robertson asked as he shook his hand.

Kurt found it both creepy and annoying that he called him "son" when he was pretty sure they were the same age. Nevertheless he answered,

"I'm doing just fine, and you?"

"Oh not so great, I'm afraid. I'm in a bit of a pickle you could say," Mr Robertson sighed.

"Oh?" Kurt asked politely.

"Yes. You see, I've been getting a bit restless in New York as of late. So much so that I've been sending my resume to different newspapers in different states, and just yesterday I received word that they have accepted me into a very prestigious one in California, which brings me back to my pickle." He sighed again and paused.

Kurt was getting more confused by minute, he had no idea why he was telling him all this. He was just about to ask when Mr. Robertson started talking again.

"So, Kurt, it is my understanding that you were offered my position before me but declined due to personal matters, is that correct?" His boss asked.

"Yes, that's correct.."

Oh my god, Kurt thought as he finally realized where this might be going, could this be happening? Could I finally be getting my dream job back in reach?

"Well, as editor, if I were ever to leave I would have my pick of whoever I wanted to replace me. And I can tell by your writing that you don't belong behind that obituary column, you belong in the desk I'm sitting at right now." He smiled at Kurt and then continued, "So, Kurt, what do you say?"

Kurt's head was spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening. His dream life was at his finger tips. But there was one thing gnawing at him. He knew the hours of an editor were much different then those of his job now. Late and long nights. He already had a sitter for Ellie in the afternoon but this would mean a full day on-call nanny. He still wanted to be a big part of his daughter life, but he needed this, he needed something for himself, and only for him. This was his dream. He knew Ellie would understand.

"Kurt? You there, son?" Mr. Robertson was gazing at him.

"Yes! Sorry about that, I guess I'm having trouble wrapping my head around all this.." Kurt shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

"Listen, Kurt, if you're not sure I could find someone else out-of-building you know," he told him.

"No! No, I want it. I'll take the job!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping out of his chair and shaking his boss' hand. "Thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me, thank you!"

Kurt practically skipped out of the office and went right up to Hannah, took her hand, and kissed, making her blush. Then he danced to the elevator humming to himself, getting weird looks from the people around him. He didn't care. He felt like he was in a fairy tale. When he got back to his office he immediately dialed a number on his phone.

A familiar voice answered. "Hey bro!"

"Finn! Guess what my editor just told me?" Kurt sang into the phone.

"Everyone that's famous in the world died so you can never leave work again?" Finn asked.

"Oh my god Finn. Don't really guess. I GOT THE EDITORS JOB!"

"No way dude! That's so awesome! Wait...what about Ellie? Isn't that like a full-time jig?" Finn questioned.

"Yeah I guess I'm going to have to hire a nanny," Kurt answered.

"You know I'd do it man but I live in Ohio so either you'd have to move here or I'd have to move there and I really like my job so..." Finn said.

Kurt laughed under his breathe. "That's okay Finn, I understand," Kurt was suddenly struck with a thought that made his heart sink. "Finn..do you think I'm being selfish? Should I have turned down the job?"

"You know, I really don't dude. You've spent Ellie's whole life putting her first, now it's your turn. She'll understand. She's a very smart little girl. Smarter than me most of the time. You can find an awesome nanny. Just don't fall in love with him, I saw a movie like that once and it didn't end well," Finn warned him.

"Thanks Finn but I haven't met many male nannies so I wouldn't worry about that too much," Kurt chuckled as he played idly with the pens on his desk.

"You never know, dude. So how are you gonna do the interviews?" Finn asked

"I think I'll just put a private add in the paper, or put signs on telephone poles. Either way, I have to do it soon. My boss is leaving in a week so that's all the time I have. Actually I better get on that. I'll talk to you later, Finn."

"Alright by bro, and congratulations," Finn said and Kurt could hear his smile through the phone.

"Thanks Finn, 'bye."

Kurt put the phone back and spent the rest of the morning making posters that read "nannies wanted" with information on how to contact him.

When it was time to pick Ellie up, he printed out as many fliers as he could and left the building, planning on walking there so he could put them up on the way to her school.

He was 5 blocks away, with only about 4 fliers left when something strange and amazing happened.

Kurt was posting a poster on the telephone pole nearest him when he felt someone walking up behind him.

He turned around and almost dropped everything he was holding as he was greeted with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen staring back at him. It was hard to tell if the eyes were green or hazel but he knew they were beautiful, with the longest eyelashes he had ever seen to compliment them. He had a mop of dark curly hair on top of his head that was incredibly untidy and was a bit shorter than Kurt, which Kurt didn't mind at all.

His mind was in such a whirl from this beautiful man in front of him that he didn't even notice when the man talked to him until he waved a hand in front of his face.

"Hello?" The god-like man asked, laughing. The laugh seemed to bring Kurt back to earth somehow.

"Oh!" Kurt finally got out of the deep pool of the mans eyes long enough to realize what was happening and was now incredibly embarrassed. "Yes I'm sorry, um...can I help you?"

"Yeah I was actually just looking at the sign you were putting up, you're looking for a nanny? I'm Blaine." The man told him.

Kurt almost got lost in the man called Blaine's beauty again but caught himself just in time to answer. "Kurt," he held out his hand and Blaine took it, electricity shotting up Kurt's spin at the first touch of the calloused hand, and he quickly let go. "Yeah I am, I just got a job promotion and need someone to look after my 5 year old girl." Kurt had no idea why he had just told this complete stranger so much about himself, only that it felt so right that he barley questioned it.

"Nice to meet you Kurt. I'm actually looking for work right now and I'm great with kids. I just got out of a daycare job so I'd love to be your guy!" He smiled again and Kurt though he would have done anything this man asked, he was damn charming, almost annoyingly charming.

"Well I'll have to see your references and I might want to look at some other people but if you want to give me your-shit! What time is it?" Kurt suddenly exclaimed.

The man checked his watch. "11:20, why? What's wrong?" Blaine asked, alarmed at Kurt's sudden outburst.

"My daughter got out of school 10 minutes ago!"

Kurt had never been late in getting Ellie. In fact, he made it a habit of getting there early. So he started running. And Blaine followed. He wasn't sure why he followed, but he had this feeling that if he let this man go, he might regret it.

It was clear that they had reached the school when Kurt slowed down, and Blaine watched the scene as it played out before him.

Kurt didn't stop running until he saw the little girl that was obviously his. She had the same beautiful shade of brown hair as him and the clothes he picked out were very stylish for a 5 year old, like the man's.

He ran up to her at the same time she yelled "Daddy!" and then both reached for each other at the same time. He picked her up and twirled her around, whispering something Blaine couldn't hear. The sight made his heart melt and made him feel something in his stomach that he couldn't put his finger on.

Kurt didn't set her down as he apologized to the teacher that had been waiting with her.

"Oh Ellie, I'm so sorry princess," Kurt said as he began walking in the the direction of Blaine without realizing it.

"Were you scared? You must have been, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," Kurt chanted as he snuggled his daughter closer and closer, kissing all over her face. The girl began to struggle and giggle at her fathers movements.

"Daddy I'm fine!" She breathed and started laughing harder as he began to tickle her sides.

Blaine's laugh seemed to interrupt Kurt and he looked up from Ellie, finally realizing the man had followed him.

Kurt didn't put Ellie down as he walked over to him.

"Oh I didn't know you were still there," Kurt apologized.

"That's quite alright." He smiled at Kurt before looking down at Ellie, "And who's this?"

Kurt nodded at Ellie, urging her and telling her it was alright.

"Elizabeth Hummel," she answered in her most dignified voice. "But everyone calls me Ellie."

"Oh wow, what a pretty name," Blaine smiled down at her. "Tell me, do you have a favorite princess?" he asked, noticing her princess back-pack. "Because I'd say mine was Ariel."

"Yeah, she's okay, but I like Jasmine better," Ellie said.

"Oh yeah, and why's that?" Blaine asked, looking curious.

Ellie dropped her voice down low and signaled for Blaine to lean forward. "I really want a pet tiger, but my Daddy only lets me have a cat."

Blaine frowned and said, "Well, I'll see if I can get him to reconsider, alright?" he winked before looking back to Kurt, who was watching their interaction with a soft smile on his face.

"So would it be alright if I gave you my number and you can call me if you don't find anyone else?" Blaine asked

Kurt looked at Blaine and thought about how good he really got off with Ellie right away. He knew this was the guy. He could forget his attraction because it was best for Ellie.

"No, I don't think that's necessary. I think I'd like to hire you but I still need you to see the house and we can do the rest of the interview there? Could you also tell me your last name?" Kurt asked.

"Anderson. Blaine Anderson." Blaine told him.

Blaine Anderson might just be the death of me, thought Kurt.

Well, there's the first chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed! Please rate and comment, it would mean a lot!