Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this. You are all as sweet as Devon. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and for those of you who asked or are thinking it, yes Blaine will turn up at some point during the story (i know when, la-la-la)

It's 5am, been up for ages so I thought i could post this now. :D I might even write some more now too.

Thanks again to a very organised Shelly :)

Chapter 3

Devon is quiet when Kurt picks him up from pre-school. He shows him the several drawings he did for his grandpa, the three he did for his Uncle Finn and the most glittery one he did for Kurt. Kurt takes it with a smile, he's kept every single picture, scribble, cutting, painting, that Devon has ever done. They're in a box under his bed, all being kept safe just in case he ever sees Blaine again, and just in case Blaine wants to see them. Kurt really hopes that he'll find Blaine one day, and the curly haired boy from his past would want to see all of his son's artwork.

"Devon, do you want sprinkles on your burger?" Kurt asks as they walk to the ice-cream van. Devon nods automatically and that's how Kurt knows something is wrong. Kurt sometimes thinks that Devon must be a relation to Rachel, because like his high school best friend his son has a constant need to prove people wrong and show off his own amazingness. It took five minutes of Kurt staring at his son, he could practically see the cogs turning in his little brain.

"Wait, Daddy what did you say?" Devon frowned looking up at him.

"I asked if you wanted sprinkles on your ice cream." Kurt smiled.

"I think you said burger." Devon said, frowning his eyebrows forward and staring up at his dad.

"I was just testing to see if you were paying attention." Kurt smiled, running a hand through his dark curls. "You okay kiddo?" Kurt asked gently, using the same pet name his own dad used on him that made him feel better.

"I think so." Devon sighed, crossing his arms around himself. Kurt waited patiently for him, knowing he would talk again soon. "Bastian said something mean."

"What did he say?" Kurt asked, his anger rising thinking about the meerkat-faced looking kid that ate too much sand and spoke with too much attitude.

"Said I had a silly name." Devon mumbled looking down, his eyes tearing up.

Kurt shook his head and picked him up, he wrapped his arms around him tightly and rubbed his back soothingly. "Your name is not silly Devon. Do you know why?" Devon shook his head against Kurt's shoulder, his tears slipping against Kurt's shirt. "Because your name comes from your daddy. And your daddy is not silly."

"Daddy Blaine?" Devon blinked, emphasizing the middle of Blaine's name.

"Yes, daddy Blaine Devon Anderson." Kurt smiled, he could tell that Devon had calmed down now. "So it's not silly is it?"

"No. It's not." Devon sniffled. "Why would Bastian say it?" Kurt continued to rub his son's back, it was cute how he couldn't quite pronounce Sebastian.

"Because he's a little sh..."

"What would you boys like?" Kurt was glad that the ice-cream man had cut him off, he knew he shouldn't show his emotions like that in front of his son, but he couldn't stand this Sebastian kid, it wasn't the first time that Devon had come home from pre-school upset because of him.

"I want a sprinkle ice cream!" Devon giggled, his mood lightened now. "Not a sprinkle burger. My daddy was silly."

"We have chocolate ice-cream, vanilla, strawberry, bubble gum, raspberry..." As the grey haired man listed the ice cream flavours Devon's eyes went wide.

"That's a lot of ice-cream." Devon breathed once the man had finished. Kurt put him down so he could scan all of the ice creams in the window and he decided on the raspberry one because it was bright pink, he also decided that Kurt should have the bubble gum one because it was blue. "With all the sprinkles!" Devon added. Kurt nodded towards the man and he has two very bright ice creams in his hands within minutes.

"We have half an hour before we have to head to the airport, so we can sit here." Kurt smiled and gestured for Devon to slide into the seats. Devon chose a seat that was supposed to look like a taxi and started to play with the pretend steering wheel. Kurt smiled watching him, he looked so happy. He couldn't wait for his family to see just how amazing he had become in the months they had been apart.

"It's melting Daddy. Give." Devon made grabby hands towards Kurt, and Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Please." Devon added quickly.

"Okay, here." Kurt smiled and handed it to him as he was sitting beside him.

The two ate their ice-creams in companionable silence, and Kurt was relieved just how neat his son was eating. "Let's go now." Devon decided once he was finished. "I want to go and see Grandpa."

"I bet Grandpa is waiting for you at the airport already." Kurt chuckled, he grabbed a packet of baby wipes from his bag and wiped his son's hands and face.

"I miss him lots." Devon pouted.

"I know, so do I." Kurt smiled, he took his hand and they hailed a cab and headed to the airport.

"When we're in the sky we can see our house." Devon declared as he climbed onto Kurt's lap in the car.

"We can?" Kurt chuckled, strapping him in beside him. "We'll have to have extra good eyesight then."

"We do, cause we eat our carrots." Devon giggled and snuggled against him, he let out a long yawn and Kurt knew that the minute they were in the sky the only thing Devon would be seeing was his eyelids as he slept. Yawning himself, Kurt thought maybe he would join him.