A/N Hello! I know I said this was a one shot but I got alot of hits from this so I tried another little thing. This is only Part 1 of Chapter 2. Sorry for getting numbers involved. Thanks for reading and review if you have a chance.

Kurt turned his face to look the top of Blaine's head, as his husband's lips busily occupied themselves with devouring the pale skin of Kurt's neck.

"Mmm, Blaine. Stop." He pleaded.

As much as he really wanted Blaine's mouth latched on there forever, he would have to start the day soon. Although, they had just adopted a little girl, his work was still demanding. Today, he had to go into the theater he co-owned to approve the costumes for a production of 'My Fair Lady'.

"Don't wanna." Blaine muttered into the crook of Kurt's neck.

He had no intention of ravishing his husband; he simply missed the feeling of porcelain skin on his lips and refused to go on with out it. Suddenly Blaine's work phone rang loudly, filling the room with the musical stylings of Katy Perry and killing their pillow talk.

"Leave it." Kurt begged, attempting to distract Blaine by kissing him, letting his lips linger and his tongue run over his favorite set of teeth. Blaine groaned lightly, but reached over and grabbed his phone, causing Kurt's bottom lip to stick out.

"Don't pout, tease." He whispered, touching his own lips to Kurt's once more before bellowing "Hello?" into his blackberry.

As murmuring and confusing words erupted out of the phone, Kurt decided to go looking for his daughter. He pushed the door open before walking down the hall and repeating the motion to reveal a, very much awake, little girl with long dark hair and huge bright eyes that made the world look gray.

"Hi, Daddy." Belle said, slipping her covers off and walking toward Kurt with outstretched arms.

He smiled at her, she enjoyed being held as much as her fathers enjoyed holding her. Kurt scooped her little body up in his long arms and walked down the stairs. Belle rested her head comfortably on his shoulder. When Belle first came to live with them, it was apparent to Kurt the lack of love Belle had received as a child to be so tentative with touching, yet still long for it so badly. He felt it was his duty to ensure her just how much she was loved. And he and Blaine were cuddlers by nature. It was only a couple of weeks until Belle was completely comfortable with all of their love taps and random hugs, but once she had gotten used to their caring touches, it was like second nature.

"I had a dream, Daddy." She said as they settled on the couch.

"Tell me about it." Kurt asked, excitedly.

"It was scary. And after it I couldn't sleep anymore." She admitted. "A monster came and eated Ernie, the cat."

Worry spread over Kurt's tired face as he reached for Belle and held her very close.

"I'm sorry you were scared, little girl. You could have come and slept with me and papa. We would've kept the monsters away."

Belle sighed contently, already feeling at ease.

"Do you want to help me make breakfast?" Kurt asked, trying to make her feel better.

Instead of answering, Belle hopped out of his lap and crossed to the storage bin that held all of their spare blankets. She stood on her tippy toes, letting her stubby arms reach toward the bottom of the box, before fishing out an old gray comforter. Dragging it across the floor, she raised it to Kurt.

"Will you take a nap with me?" She begged, yawning. "I'm not hungry, but I'm tired. And I don't want to sleep alone."

With one lengthy arm, Kurt reached for his daughter, pulling her close and letting her settle between him and the couch. He draped the comforter over both of them, shielding their bodies from the relatively cold house.

Kurt dropped a kiss on her head before asking "Are you still scared of the monsters?"

"Course not." Belle replied, sleepily. Her eyes already closed. "My Daddy's here.