A/N: I couldn't think of anything for age 2, so I skipped it. If you have any ideas for it let me know. Thanks!

"It's her first opening night, Blaine!" Kurt whispered into his partner's ear.

"It's her preschool dance recital. I don't think it's healthy for you to make such a big deal of it."

"We can still be proud of her!"

"Still, the flowers might have been slightly excessive."

"I want my daughter to know that I'm proud of her."

"Shhh… It's starting." The two men watched silently as their little baby scampered across the stage in a pink tutu.

"She's so good up there, Blaine!"

"I know, baby." A few minutes later, the girls took their final pose on stage, and the audience erupted into applause. Kurt and Blaine ran back stage to get Sam.

"You were great, Sammy! I'm so proud of you!" Blaine exclaimed, scooping the girl into his arms.

"These are for you, princess!" Kurt handed Sam the flowers. "You did such a good job!"

"If I tell you guys something, will you promise not to be mad?"

"You can tell us anything." Kurt assured,

"I don't want to do ballet. It's boring." Blaine kissed Sam, while Kurt looked disappointed.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Thanks, dad. Can we go out for ice cream?"

"Absolutely, Sam. Let's go."

That night, both Blaine and Kurt tucked Sam into bed.

"'Night, sweetie. I love you." Kurt said, pulling the sheets over his daughter.

"Dad, can I talk to Daddy alone for a little bit?"

"Sure. I'll be in the kitchen." Blaine kissed both Kurt and his daughter on the forehead and left the room.

"What's wrong, Sam?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. Why would I me at you?"

"Because I don't wanna do ballet. You looked sad when I said it."

"I'm going to be honest with you, because honesty is the best policy, right?" Sam nodded.

"I was a little bit disappointed, because I kind of wanted you to be a little girly-girl. But, it really doesn't matter to me at all. I don't love you any less than I did this morning. I love you even more, okay?"

"Okay. Good night Daddy."

"Remember you can always talk to me about anything."

"I always will."

"Even when you are 16 and have a boyfriend, promise.

"Daddy! Boys have cooties! Well, except for you and Dad, and Uncle Finn, and Grandpa, and Alex, Chris…sometimes." Sam shrieked.

"Alex?" Kurt wasn't shocked at any of the list, except for Alex. Alex was Puck and Quinn's son. He was in Sam's preschool class.

"Good night, Daddy. Can I go to sleep now? I'm sleepy."

"Of coarse. Good night, princess." Kurt kissed his daughter and walked out of the room.

"What did she want to talk to you about?"

"She thought I was mad at her. We're okay, now."

"Are you okay? You look like a ghost."

"She was listing the boys in her life who didn't have cooties, and Alex was in there."

"Puck and Quinn's Alex?"

"That's the one."

"They are probably just friends. She's 3, Kurt."

"Exactly. When did she get so big?"