HEY. Oh my god, people actually read it? I mean? What? I? No? Yes? Oh my fucking god? THANK YOU. I'm so excited, I wanted to continue so bad! And I know, short chapters. But I PROMISE they willl be longer. Much longer. ;-; Sorry for not updating though, I was in Rhodes and god Greece is beautiful and it was so amazing. And the food I mean - Oh! The story! Right. Enjoy~

~Oh and for the guest who asked about where did Annie came from, adoption (: But don't worry, you will understand everything and every part about their life, baby steps~

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, running his soft fingers over Kurt's cheek. But Kurt still stared at the ceiling, and said nothing. He couldn't. So they were both quiet for a long moment, lying in the huge master bed in the fancy bedroom. And then he spoke again, his voice suddenly closer than before, whispering in Kurt's ear. "What's her name?" The voice asked, and Kurt closed his eyes as he felt a tear sliding down his cheek. "We haven't decided about a name yet." He whispered back, why did he have to mention her? To make everything even worse? "Her mother didn't name her." And then he felt the soft fingers trailing down to his waist, drawing invisible circles on his skin, and then it was hard to concentrate, to overthink, to feel guilty enough like he should. "Well, you said you love musicals. And so does he, right?" The voice whispered again, his lips slightly touching Kurt's ear. And Kurt couldn't find his own voice, he felt like he's under a trance – And if he'll say something, everything will be over. And he didn't want it to be over. So he nodded instead.

"What about 'Annie', then?"

"Eat your vegetables, princess." Kurt said with a sigh, it was the only thing that came to his mind after he noticed he didn't even listen to what his daughter had just said.

"No, daddy! You know that I hate them and especially the tom- tomata- to-" Annie stuttered, frowning as she tried to pronounce the right word. "Tomatoes." Kurt corrected, "And some people say that tomato is actually a fruit, you know?" Annie raised her eyebrow at that, it made everything different. She loved fruits. "Okay then, daddy! If it's a fruit I will eat the tomatas." She said with a grin, and Kurt chuckled, he should have tried that before.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on his daughter, but his thoughts? They weren't exactly there. They were completely out of his small apartment, out of New York city.

And it drove him crazy. He couldn't focus, he couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. And Kurt is a person who hates being distracted from what he does, from work, from his daughter; he always has to be under control and focused. That's why he hated to be in that position. Because he couldn't do nothing about it, there was nothing to fix, nothing to break, and yet, he couldn't stop thinking, wondering, and he was frustrated. So frustrated, that his secretary, Luz, had to cancel all his meetings for today because she insisted something is wrong with him and she was worried.

Three days passed since Tina's text. And for three days, that name was on his mind and it didn't plan on leaving soon.

Sebastian Smythe.