Hey guys, due to all of your lovely reviews, I have decided to continue this fanfiction! This chapter may be short, but I just needed to get it started again, I hope you enjoy!

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Devon, happy birthday to you," everyone sang as they gathered around the highchair that held the squealing toddler. Kurt leaned down and held out a small chocolate cupcake with one bright blue candle stuck in the middle of it.

"Make a wish, Devon," Kurt said sweetly as he leaned in to blow out the candle for his son.

When the fire disappeared, the young boy squealed a deafening squeal that made everyone flinch. He clapped his hands and repeatedly said, "Ca, ca, dada ca."

"Yeah Devon, here is your cupcake," Kurt said, unwrapping the cupcake and putting it in a bowl to contain some of the mess that was unavoidable. Devon smiled as he smashed his hands into his cupcake and lifted it to his mouth, getting about a fifth in.

"Gosh boy, you've really gotten over your messaphobia, huh?" Mercedes asked while laughing at the silly little boy.

"Well, having a baby will do that to you," he answered as he got himself a cupcake and started to pick at it.

"You're not still thinking of your weight, are you?" she asked concerned.

Kurt had not had any time to make it to the gym lately, so his weight had gone up and he had been trying to cut back on the calories.

"No, but there is nothing wrong with watching your weight," he answered defensively.

"Boy, you look amazing. I could take you out to any bar, and you would get so many looks, girls would be slappin' their straight boyfriends," she said.

Kurt smiled, gently slapping her arm playfully.

"So, I was thinking," Mercedes mentioned, sounding a little nervous.

"That's never good," Kurt joked.

"Stop it," she joked back, "I was thinking, maybe tomorrow night, while I'm still in town, we could, you know, go to a bar or something. A gay bar obviously, and you could maybe, I don't know, look for another daddy for my godchild."

Kurt's smile fell as he said, "He has another father."

Mercedes nodded weakly and said, "Yeah, I know, but Hon, Blaine has been gone for over a year now, maybe it's time for you to go out and have a little fun. I'm not saying you gotta settle down with the first boy you see. But maybe just get a little something something, ya know. You deserve to have fun, Blaine would want to see you be happy."

"I'm done talking about this," Kurt said, clearly upset, as he stood up and picked up a chocolate covered Devon. "Okay guys," Kurt said loudly, getting everyone's attention, "I have to get this one a bath and to bed, I was so glad you could all come out, and I hope to see you again soon. Look for a thank you note in the mail."

When everyone cleared out, Kurt took Devon into the bathroom and placed him in the bubble bath. Kurt let him stay in a little longer to play, and then he brought him to their room to watch an episode of the Vampire Diaries.

What, it's good.

Once Kurt was certain that Devon was knocked out, he lifted him up and placed him in his crib. He ran his hands through the boy's light brown curls, and then placed a kiss to the top of his head before whispering, "Goodnight Devon, daddy loves you. Both your daddies love you."

Kurt then crawled into his bed, grabbing the picture of Blaine he put next to it, and laid down staring at it. He rubbed his thumb over his face, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at the love of his life smile as he held Kurt in his arms.

"I love you so much, and I can't go one day without thinking about you; about how much you would have loved to know your son, who is a carbon copy of you. Well, with a hint of me mixed in. I know that one day I will have to move on, but Blaine, I don't want to. Part of me just thinks you are out there somewhere, and you are doing everything possible to make it through that front door."

- - - KURT AND BLAINE FOREVER - - -

"Blaine? Come on Blaine you gotta wake up," Burt said weakly as he shook the boy that was lying next to him, the only sign of his being alive was the slow movement of his chest.

Blaine jolted suddenly, looking around the dark room they were in, trying to figure out where he was. "Wha… What's going on? Where am I?" he asked, his voice weak.

"We were kidnapped, do you remember anything?" Burt asked him quickly before he passed out again.

"No Kurt, I don't wanna get up. Come to bed a little longer and we can cuddle. Don't worry, your dad won't catch us," he answered, completely out of it.

Burt cringed as he heard that, hearing more about his son's sex life than he ever wanted to.

"No Blaine, it's me Burt. I need you to hear me bud, I need you to tell me that you can hear me."

"I can hear you dude," Blaine slurred.

"Okay good, now we need to find a way to get out of here," Burt said urgently.

"Oh, you two are not going anywhere," they heard a voice behind them say.

"Crap," Blaine whispered to Burt.