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The next day for Blaine seemed to disappear like a magic trick. It flew by, from getting up and ushering Kelly to school, to getting through his lunch break, to walking home after his shift, nearly skipping down the sidewalk, humming to a tune he didn't even know. Whatever it was, he surely was happier than he was ever since he attended the teacher parent conference for Mr. Hummel, or Kurt, as he preferred to be called by him. Did other parents have granted permission to call him by his first name instead by his surname too?

Of course, when he arrived back at the apartment in one of the happiest moods in quite some time, he could see the confusion and suspicions written all over Sam's face while Kelly didn't question his cheeriness, but even became more happy herself. Blaine's spirits had lifted the entire apartment.

The next day was the conference, and Blaine was still feeling his happiness, which blew up tenfold. Even when doing his shift at the Cardinal Diner, everyone noticed his more chipper side than from yesterday. Stacy had asked multiple times throughout the day why in the world he was so happy, ranging her questions from meeting someone (in bed, she added) to an outstanding accomplishment from Kelly. But no matter how times Stacy pried relentlessly and persistently, Blaine would simply give her a wide smile, the edge of eyes wrinkling and his teeth gleaming for the entire world to see.

As he twirled the ring of keys on his finger, he began to whistle once again as he made his way back to Catania Apartments, as usual, this time he was actually skipping on the sidewalk and his grin widening every time he passed a stranger, who gave him peculiar looks in reply. Upon entering his car, he began to tap his fingers to a steady beat as he continued to whistle, and hey, he might as well turn on the radio and jam out as he made his way to Hawkins Elementary School.

Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of Mr. Hummel's classroom door, with palms uncharacteristically sweating and twitching fingers, anxious to do anything but rap his knuckles on the closed wooden door to the classroom where he would have to endure more jokes from Kurt and making a total fool out of himself.

He didn't even realize he knocked on the door and the door swinging open to show Kurt, smiling, his entire face lighting up like a Christmas tree. And what shocked Blaine nearly speechless was to find Kurt's clothing ensemble rather stunning: painted on lime green jeans with a white dress shirt, even whiter combat boots climbing up to his knees and yet another scarf, this time a small bright neck red scarf. To say his outfits were eccentric and "out there" was an understatement. Blaine felt a little underdressed in only jeans that weren't baggy or tight around each and every curve of his lower body, comfortable laced shoes, and a simple blue button up with no colorful pattern.

"Blaine, hi," Kurt greeted. "You made great timing. Come on in!"

Kurt stepped aside to allow him into the classroom. He wasn't surprised to find the room hadn't change, except for the tables have been arranged differently, with chairs stacked up on top of the majority of them with the legs sticking out, ready to reach out and jab someone unexpected in the stomach.

As his eyes once again continued to wonder around endlessly, Blaine didn't notice the teacher until he cleared his throat, loud and purposefully, to get his attention.

"Come have a seat," Kurt told him, patting the small kiddie chair across form him, "If I have to sit on these tiny chairs not made for adults' asses, then so do you."

Blaine chuckled and made his way over. "Please tell me you don't use that kind of language in front of the kids."

Kurt waved a hand. "Oh, heavens no. The worse I've said in front of them was 'oh my goodness' and one poor kid thought I swore or something ridiculous."

And much to his disappointment, Kurt was right; his rear end was too big for the chairs, and he almost slid off.

"See what I mean?" Kurt snickered at Blaine's futile attempts to find a comfy position. He opened a big white binder next to him and only turned a few pages while Blaine did whatever he could to get more comfortable. Kurt patiently watched him with a humorous grin, while Blaine was completely unaware while he tried every sitting position possible, until he ended up with shrinking himself as small as possible, tucking in his knees and slouching his shoulders, almost trying to conceal himself.

"Are you done?" Kurt asked with quirked eyebrows.

Blaine flushed. "Uh, um, yeah, sorry. I'm done, yeah."

Kurt only chuckled. "You should blush more often. I don't get it myself, but it matches your shirt."

Kurt laughed as Blaine sputtered in protest. "I'm only kidding, Blaine."

Blaine nodded, and began to tap his heel almost impatiently. "No, it's fine." His face was finally dying down from its embarrassed complexion.

"Alright, jokes aside, I say we get started," Kurt offered. "Where do you want to start?"

Blaine only had to consider fore barely a nanosecond. "Grades."

"Okay," said Kurt, opening the rings of the open binder with a snap and pulling out a piece of paper and closing the rings right after.

"Kelly is a wonderful student," Kurt began. "She advances in all classes, and I'm not just talking about my core classes, but in gym class, music, art, you get the gist."

"That's great," Blaine beamed, his heart swelling up with pride.

"It is," Kurt agreed. "But, in my classes, she excels in all areas so far."

"Is your grading system different from the other teachers?" Blaine inquired, remembering seeing a letter grade from one of Kelly's recent tests.

"Yep. I don't like using 'one through four' or 'E' for excellent and 'S' for satisfactory and the rest of that. I think it's completely stupid."

Blaine's eyes grew comically as Kurt proceeded with his rant. "I prefer the easy way A's, B's, C's, et cetera. And believe it or not, but all of my students, including Kelly, understands it. Might as well use it. It makes life easier for everyone."

Blaine nodded, still slightly surprised by Kurt's response, and quite impressed how he was treating his students more maturely when he saw their full potential.

"Anyways," Kurt continued. "Kelly Anderson understands concepts with ease and even tries to help others, which is always quite amusing to watch. Her grades are outstanding: all one hundreds except a ninety-five in math."

Blaine gaped; those grades were excellent indeed and he couldn't have been more proud. And to think, this was only first grade, and Blaine was nearly in tears by Kelly's educational performance in school. Surprise couldn't also describe how he was. Kurt's teaching had exceeded his standards and advanced in giving great education to prepare not only Kelly, but also his other students set up for years to come.

"I can take you might need a second or two to process all of this, right." Kurt teased with a knowing smirk.

Blaine nodded almost dumbly and Kurt's laugh rang across the room, and something about that laugh made his heart thump a little harder against his chest.

Then something caught his eye: a glint in the light near Kurt's hand. Squinting closer, as Kurt shuffled papers and rearranged them in his binder, he noticed a silver band on his left hand ring finger.

For no reason that he could think of, Blaine felt his throat clog up, and he gulped, as he came up with the only reason for what was wrapped around his finger.

"Is that…" he rasped, and cleared his throat when he felt Kurt's eyes staring at him confusedly. "Are you...? Is that a ring?"

Kurt nodded holding out his hand for Blaine to see. "It is. It's an engagement ring. My fiancé had proposed to me a few weeks ago."

Blaine's eyes widen as big as saucers. "Wait, you're-"

Kurt eyes suddenly glared lasers right through. "I thought it was obvious. But yeah, I'm gay. You got a problem with that?" he spat, venom laced in his voice.

And now Blaine almost flinched defensively at the sudden change of tone.

"Oh, no, I have no problem, at all," Blaine stammered as Kurt continued to scowl at him, judging him. "That would be weird, 'cause I'm, you know, gay, myself."

Kurt raised his eyebrows in an arch, and his eyes soften. "You're gay too, huh? Well, what are the odds?"

"Yep, as the fourth of July."

"As the fourth of July?" Kurt repeated with a sudden frown.

Blaine waved it off. "It's just an inside joke with one of my friends."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows even deeper, but didn't continue to interfere.

"But that's an engagement ring, right?" Blaine asked, trying to get back on subject without having the situation get awkward. "How long?"

"My fiancé and I have been together for two wonderful years," Kurt replied. "When I thought it was the right time for me to pop the question, he beat me to it! How rude, right? His face when I told him I already had a ring and was going to propose to him at any day…"

But he didn't seem to believe Kurt. Sure, it wasn't much of a surprise for them to be "in love" and then having them get engaged, it was the next step. However, the way that Kurt spoke about his fiancé, it was bleak, bland, and almost rehearsed. Blaine knew when people were in love, from both his closest friends (i.e. Sam and Quinn) and from his own personal experience. Kurt's mix of gray, sea green and sparkling blue eyes didn't sparkle, or light up, or dance in pure delight when even talking casually about his own fiancé, the supposed love of his life. His fiancé.

At the realization, Blaine was giddy inside, doing imaginary cartwheels and backflips, but on the outside, he wore a poker face that would make Lady Gaga proud and kept calm, to not give any suspicion to Kurt about the inner party inside his head.

Upon inner partying, Blaine had to wonder: why was he so happy about the highly unlikely possibility of Kurt not truly in love with his fiancé? What was he thinking anyways? Had he finally lost his mind?

"That's great," Blaine responded after snapping out of his reverie. "Although, I don't recall seeing you with the ring when we first met from the conference a few days ago."

Kurt shrugged. "Oh, yeah, that day Tony, my fiancé," he clarified when let the name slip, "had to take the rings to get them engraved."

Blaine nodded and wetted his dry lips. "Well, congrats. You know, on the engagement. And such." And Blaine had to internally slap himself for sounding so awkward and out of place.

"Thank you," said Kurt. "I hate to admit it, but it's ten past six and yet we're still not done."

"We're not?"

"No, silly," Kurt chuckled. Blaine couldn't help but let a grin escape at the pet name. "I still have to tell you about Kelly's behavioral habits, and which I can assure you that she's a model student, in and out of the classroom."

"Oh, alright."

"Unless you want to talk again? Some other time?" Kurt offered. "Maybe send an email?"

Blaine held his hands up. "I honestly don't care. I have a very open schedule, or we can just quickly wrap this up and get back to our homes. Like I said, I don't care."

"It's quick, I can tell you that," Kurt assured. "Let's get it done right now."

Blaine nodded and leaned back as far as he dared on the ridiculously small kiddie chair. "Sure. Take it away."

"Right. Well, Kelly is a role model and a wonderful student, but I have to say, she seems a little lonely."

Blaine worried his bottom lip grimily as he continued.

"During recess she won't play with the other kids," Kurt informed him, nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "And in class she doesn't have partners or is left out sometimes in group activities. I do everything I can to boost her confidence, but whatever is happening in her head whatever is left is torn right out. Is everything okay? Perhaps there's any family trouble that I should be aware about? I need her to know that school is a safe place where she can be herself without any fear of harm that could possibly come to her."

The world seemed to stop rotating and freeze over as Blaine gulped. Of course Kurt would assume possible family problems. He was lucky that he didn't ask about financial issues, because Blaine's life was such a mess and sometimes he felt like it was written all over his face. His life was both situations: while working for customers' tips and barely having time to spend time with Kelly and give her attention, even on the weekends he was spending his precious two days of so called relaxation working extra shifts for more money. Kelly had probably had more time spent with Sam or Quinn than Blaine, and it always tore him to pieces.

He felt so ashamed; like he had a mask of protection ripped off his face and humiliated in front of millions of people when only in reality it was Kelly's first grade teacher who unintentionally called his bluff. His personal life had left him in the dust with practically nothing and being called out by Kurt was being punched right in the gut and the breath knocked right out of him.

Finally, when he realized Kurt was still waiting for him to respond, Blaine shifted in the chair as he tried to come up with a reasonable answer without giving him any pity or even disgust of socializing with someone who was nearly living in poverty. Sure, he was taking overreacting to the extreme, but the possibilities of multiple outcomes of how this was going to end, his mind was ready to collapse on him, even at a time of need.

"I honestly don't know," he managed to utter. "At home she's a bundle of energy and has confidence and self-esteem radiating off of her. She's always bragging how awesome she is, which is true, or always boldly talks back to me when trying to get yet another Marvel shirt of the shelves of any clothing store, no matter what the gender of the shirt was supposed to be even for."

"Then I highly recommend to talk to her," Kurt suggested with a sigh. "Sort things out. Man to daughter type. And talk to your…?" He trailed off, wanting a clarification on his status.

"I'm single." Blaine told him. "I'll talk to her and her babysitters. And, can you maybe keep an eye on her? Now that I think about, can you possibly keep an eye on her? No matter how hard I try, she never really tells me anything about school except 'it was good' or 'it was fine', you know, the usual. The things that teenagers like to say instead of 'leave me alone I don't want to tell you about my day'."

Kurt chuckled, and closed the binder next to him and sliding it away. "Yes, that's true. And I will keep an eye on her. I hate for wonderful talent and a wonderful girl like her to go downhill all because she was neglected at school in first grade." His tone, despite being a joke, was stiff and repressed with no real emotion.

"Would you mind giving you my email and number? To contact me if anything's needed?" Blaine proposed.

Kurt shook his head. "That's alright. I already have all of your information."

"Okay," said Blaine. "Okay."

As Blaine stood up from the chair (his ass was so sore he was sure he wouldn't be able to walk to the Cardinal Diner the next day) Kurt balled up his fist and pounded the surface of the table twice: affirmative and final. "Meeting adjourned."

And Blaine couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, almost too dramatically. It was the perfect way to end the meeting on a high and positive note.

The two began to clean up: stacking up remaining chairs on the desks when Kurt nearly mauled himself heaving one up, and making sure the room was ready for the next day. Much to his delight, Kurt allowed him to doodle little people on the whiteboard and puppies and kitties while Kurt sorted out his own desk. Blaine didn't want to leave, and so doodling with Expo markers on his daughter's teacher's whiteboard was the best solution he came up with. He was like a puppy himself from his miniscule drawings: energetic and happy and never wanting to leave Kurt's side.

Finally, and reluctantly, Kurt had told him that they were way late (it was fifteen minutes until seven at that point) and had to leave the school building in order to reduce the chances of running into the schools' janitors, who were awkward, kind of old, and a little creepy according to Kurt's knowledge of working alongside every staff member in the building for only a few years.

They walked out of the building, side by side, and Blaine couldn't resist giggling when Kurt would stop them when they come across an intersection of hallways and looking both ways to see if any of the janitors were around. It was so amusing because of Kurt's hilarious wittiness that had him falling to pieces over every joke he cracked.

By the time they finally arrived to the parking lot, the lot was barren with only their own cars and one or two others lingering off to the side, and much to Kurt's relief (and kind of his own) they managed to avoid the supposedly odd janitors.

Blaine didn't want to leave Kurt's side. It was like an adventure was drawing to a close and they must part ways to go forth with their own lives. It pained to leave this wonderful man behind, and who knew when they would cross paths again?

Once Blaine had turned the knob leading to his home, he was met with a dimly lit apartment, with the light source coming from the television set. Kelly was curled in a ball under a fluffy blanket, leaning against a pillow, and with Captain America hooked under her arm. She was intent on the movie in front of her: Blaine's secret love of The Princess and the Frog.

Blaine had expected her to leap out from her position and hug him tightly, but as he neared it turned out she was deeply asleep. With an affectionate smile he searched for the remote, and stopped the movie. He then leaned down and hoisted her slowly and gently to not startle her. She didn't jostle around as Blaine cradled her in his arms.

He laid her to bed and pulled the covers over her body, and with instinct she grabbed the covers and tugged them closer to form a cocoon around her body. Blaine began to softly stroke his daughter's dark night hair, smooth and still slightly damp from her evening shower. He placed a kiss on her forehead and shut off the bedside lamp and quietly tiptoed out of the room, without a sound.

The moment was ruined just as Blaine closed the door with a soft click. There was a flush, and Sam came out of the hallway bathroom, clutching a magazine in his hand. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, and jerked his thumb towards the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar.

"You do not want to go in there, bro," Sam cautioned him seriously. "And hey, when did you come in?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and walked towards the kitchen. "I've been here for only a few minutes. I had to put Kelly to bed."

Sam nodded as he began to help Blaine clean up the apartment for the next day: folding the blanket, shutting off the TV, and as Sam collected his own belongings he emptied the trash and put it aside next to the door.

They settled at the table, Sam sitting across Blaine as they both sipped some coffee that Blaine decided to brew for the both of them.

"So, what happened?" Sam asked. "Like, you should've been back quite some time ago."

Blaine shrugged and twiddled his fingers. "I talked with him. K- Mr. Hummel, and helped him set up his class for tomorrow."

Sam only blinked in response and took a sip of his coffee.

"But like, what did the teacher say about our Kelly?" Sam urged, sliding the mug aside. "All good things, I hope."

"All good things," Blaine reassured. "I'm very proud. She sounds like she's a successful student and is a delight to have in the class, according to Kurt."

Sam cocked his head. "Wait, I'm lost. Who's Kurt?"

"The teacher. His full name is Kurt Hummel."

"Ah. As much I'd like to stay, I need to get home. Quinn is expecting me and since your conference ran behind I don't know how mad she'll be. She might beat me up with a wooden spoon." As he got up he froze. "Oh my god, she might beat me up with a wooden spoon. Bro, don't let me leave."

Blaine laughed and gently patted his shoulder in light sympathy. "There, there. I'll tell Quinn not to hurt you."

"Can you guarantee that?" Sam pleaded.

"I promise." Blaine vowed with a hand held up to hold onto his promise.

"Great, then Quinn will see you tomorrow. Thank god it'll be Friday. I can't stand that little goober."

"You love her," Blaine teased, escorting Sam to the front door.

Sam sighed happily and contently. "I sure. I hope I could have a daughter or son with Quinn just as great as Kelly."

"That really means a lot, Sam, thank you," Blaine smiled, genuinely.

"Of course, man," Sam said. He lifted up his hand, his pointer and middle fingers split from the ring and pinkie fingers. "Live long and prosper. See ya later, bro."

Blaine always loved Sam's nerdy references that always brought him back to the days when they were just getting to know each other as two newfound friends, finding similarities between the two of them was one of the biggest friendship moments of their lives.

"Bye Sam." Blaine waved as Sam made his way down the hall, and closed the door when Sam was out of sight, climbing down the steps out of Catania.

After such an evening he didn't even realize that his stomach had growled angrily at him. It was time to reheat some Chicken Pot Pie and watch The Princess and the Frog while dining on his meal. When his stomach roared at him like a lion, he jumped right straight to work, not wanting his stomach to begin digesting on his other internal organs.