"Hey, Kurt, look, I'm really sorry to spring this on you but the Dean of Administration from Columbia called me like twenty minutes ago and told me that I have a job interview at 4 today, and I'm like running all over the place—"

"Blaine, that's in like thirty minutes. Where are you?"

"That's the thing, I'm actually on the subway to Central Park West."

"Weird, I live on Central Park West."

"Yah, that's kinda where you come in. I did not know about this interview until twenty minutes ago and unfortunately I don't have a nanny on call, and I can't just leave Ollie home alone, cause there are knives and matches and all sorts of—"

"Blaine. Take a deep breath, please. I'm in my apartment, and I'll meet you downstairs outside the building in five. Okay?"

"Yah, yah, look, Kurt, I'm really sorry. I don't mean to treat you like a babysitter or a nanny—"

"Blaine, believe me when I say it's absolutely fine. Honestly, I'd like to get to know Ollie a bit more anyway, and I'm quite honored that you trust me with him."

"Kurt, of course I trust you. And I owe you big. I will make it up to you anyway I can, which means you should expect a romantic date this Saturday at 8. My place. Leave the rest up to me."

"Blaine, you really don't have to—" Kurt protested as he made his way down the four flights of stairs, trying to get in his exercise for the day.

"Nonsense. You're not gonna be able to talk me out of this," Blaine teased.

"Good," Kurt laughed, "cause I really am looking forward to a 'romantic dinner' sans children. Because I plan on doing something that we definitely can't do with the kiddies there."

"Kurt," Blaine hissed, "I'm in broad daylight walking with my four-year-old son. Please do not make me get," the last part was whispered, "a hard-on." Blaine's voice betrayed him though, showing that he wasn't disappointed at where the conversation had gone.

"Daddy, who are you talking to?" Kurt could distinctly hear Ollie's childish voice over the phone.

"I'm talking to Kurt—"

"Really?" Ollie asked excitedly, "Can I talk to him pleaseee?"

Kurt was thoroughly pleased with how this conversation was going. He was just the charmer, wasn't he?

"Ollie, we're gonna be seeing Kurt in like two minutes, and then you can talk to him the entire day."

"Wait, is Kurt my babysitter now?"

Kurt laughed and cleared his throat, reminding Blaine that he was still on the other end of the phone. Blaine jumped, as he had been so caught up in his conversation, he had totally forgotten Kurt was there.

"No, Ollie, Kurt is not your babysitter." Blaine was sure to say that answer as much to Ollie as he did into the phone, intending for Kurt to hear it clearly. Kurt could only laugh again, marveling in everything that was Blaine when he was around a small child. He seemed to be rejuvenated by everything Ollie did or said or expressed interest in, and though he can imagine it could be exhausting, it also made Kurt wanna get up and play tag or talk about his favorite Disney Princess. During his thoughts, Kurt vaguely registered Blaine calling his name.

"Kurt…Kurt?"

"Um Kurt?"

"Yes, yah, what?"

"Um, I see you now, so I'm gonna hang up."

Kurt turned to his right and saw Blaine and Ollie about ten yards away, bounding towards him so quickly that Ollie was forced into a half-jog of sorts.

"Okay, bye Blaine."

He had barely hung up his phone before Blaine reached him and they embraced, Blaine kissing Kurt chastely on the cheek before handing him Ollie's hand and speaking quickly.

"Okay, so I should be back by 8. I'll call you if anything changes. Campus is just up in Morningside Heights, so I'm only a subway ride away, okay?"

"Yes, Blaine, we're big boys, we'll be fine," Kurt teased as he shooed him towards the nearest subway station.

"Okay, bye Ollie," Blaine started as he kneeled down to be eye-level with the boy. He kissed his cheek, stood up and gave Kurt a final pat on the arm before running off in the direction he came.

"Bye daddy," Ollie shouted after him, and Blaine quickly turned around while still running to grin and give Ollie and Kurt a big wave, knocking into some poor pedestrians in the process. Both laughed and made their way into the building, and just as they got to the elevator, Kurt turned to Ollie who was idly playing with one of his curls.

"Hey, Oliver, do you wanna do something fun today?"

That caught Ollie's attention, as his eyes lit up with wonder: "Like go to Disney World?"

"Well, Disney World is pretty far away, so we can't do that today, but, well, do you like dogs?" Again, Ollie's face lit up with joy.

"I LOVE dogs!"

"You do?"

Ollie nodded his head fervently.

"Okay, so what do you say we go to the dog park? I don't have a dog, but we could go and play with the other dogs. How does that sound."

Ollie closed the distance between them and hugged Kurt fiercely, "I would love that, Kurt. Can we do that, pleaseeee?"

Just then the elevator dinged and the two got in.

"Yes, but let's just go up to my apartment first and get my cell phone and some snacks. Are you hungry?"

"No, daddy gave me pretzels before we left."

"Okay, well then I'll be really quick and we can be on our way."

xxxxxx

Kurt texted Effie a quick message, telling her that he would be at the 87th St. Dog Run, knowing that she wouldn't be getting out of dance until at least 5:30. They had barely gotten through the gates to the park when Ollie began running excitedly towards where all the dogs were playing together. Kurt found a bench that was close to where Ollie was playing that he felt comfortable, and he just watched the excited boy, trying to think of why anyone would ever want to hurt him or his father. Kurt always tried not to think about Blaine's ex—he never really asked much and Blaine never brought it up. Still, the though plagued Kurt: what would bring a person to hurt the man and child whom they are supposed to love unconditionally. Kurt shivered at the thought, thanking god that he had never had to go through that, but remorseful that Blaine had to have had that experience. One thing that that proved though was something that Kurt never doubted: Blaine was incredibly strong. They always say abusive relationships are the hardest ones to leave, usually because the one partner has become so dependent for the other. A feeling of immense pride overcame Kurt at that moment, though he couldn't imagine why he had the right to feel proud for Blaine's accomplishments. But, he would just have to ponder that later seeing as Ollie was beckoning him while laughing hysterically with a loud, "Kurt! Kurt! Kurt, come over here!"

Kurt got up off the bench and made his way to where Ollie was sitting on the ground with a small pug, petting under his chin and smiling as he repetedly kissed his nose. He absentmindedly pet the dog while he looked around attempting to see to whom the dog belonged. He saw a pretty, young blonde woman striding over to them with a leash, and realized that it was probably hers, and began to prepare Ollie for the letdown that would come along with this dog having to leave. But, surprisingly, the woman didn't make a move to leash the dog, continuing to let Ollie play, but came over to Kurt.

"He yours?" Kurt asked as she stopped in front of him. She smiled and looked over at Ollie and the dog.

"Yah, his name is Beau. Is he yours?" She asked, laughing slightly, as she nodded at Ollie.

"No…well yes." At the girl's inquisitive look, he knew he would have to elaborate further. "He's my boyfriend's son. So yes, I'm the one watching him now, but no, he's not technically mine."

She smiled at him knowingly and they began a polite conversation while their two pups played together. After a few minutes, Ollie began to tug on Kurt's pant leg, looking up at him.

"Kuuuurt?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"I'm tired," Ollie said dramatically as he plopped down onto the ground, Beau attacking him with kisses.

"Okay," Kurt said as he lifted Ollie up onto his hip, "How about we go get some ice cream, then. Will that wake you up?"

Ollie nodded animatedly and turned to finally notice the woman watching her interaction.

"Hi," he put his hand out, much in the same way he had when he first met Kurt, "my name is Oliver Anderson."

"Why hello Oliver Anderson," the woman said, shaking Ollie's hand, "My name is Natalie Harrison." She then directed her attention to Kurt, "It was nice meeting you…"

"Kurt."

"Kurt."

"It was nice meeting you, too. Oliver really like your dog. I'd watch out if I were you," he said jokingly, but Ollie was getting impatient so he said a quick 'bye' and they were off.

Oliver jumped down from Kurt's arms after proclaiming a proud, "I can walk," and took his hand immediately, which made Kurt's heart soar with joy; such a small gesture, something overlooked by Ollie, meant so much to Kurt. As they rounded the corner of 87th and Columbus, Ollie looked up at Kurt and asked him something he was not expecting to have to deal with today: "Are you and my dad friends?"

"What do you mean, Ollie, of course we're friends."

"No, I mean. You're friends. But you kiss, too. Does that mean you're boyfriends?"

Kurt sighed and contemplated how to approach the situation—but he didn't see anyway that made sense other than the truth. I mean, Blaine let them kiss in front of Ollie, so it wasn't like he was trying to hide it from him.

"Yah, we are." The Kurt decided to take a chance, "do you like me being your dad's boyfriend." He tried to convince himself that he wouldn't be fazed by Ollie's answer, though deep down he knew that he was seeking the boy's approval. Ollie continued to skip on the sidewalk as he talked to Kurt.

"Yah. I mean, daddy's happy right? And you're happy. That seems good."

Kurt smiled widely at that—Ollie like him! It feels like he had passed a test that he didn't even know he would have to take. Inwardly he laughed at how much harder it was going to be for Blaine to win over his daughter's approval, but that would all come in time.

"Kurt?" Ollie asked again, as they reached the block that California Louis' was on.

"Yah, Ollie?"

"Do I have to have a boyfriend?"

That made Kurt stop in his tracks, conveniently, right as they reached the shop. He spun around to face the boy and kneeled down.

"What?"

Ollie looked Kurt in the eyes now, genuinely curious. "Well you and daddy are each other's boyfriends. Does that mean I need a boyfriend."

"Well, Ollie, first of all you're four, so you don't have to worry about that for a while….Do you want a boyfriend."

Ollie looked up and shaked his head 'no' quickly, and Kurt only laughed loudly drawing the attention of other patrons.

"Well then of course you don't need a boyfriend. You don't have to have anything you don't want. Well, except for vegetables, you need those."

They both got their ice cream, strawberry sherbert for Kurt and chocolate ice cream topped with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles for Ollie. They sat down and began to eat, and Kurt racked his brain for conversation topics, starting off with the most basic.

"So, how was school today?"

"It was good," Ollie said without looking up from his ice cream.

"Do you have a lot of friends at school?" Kurt probed.

"Yah, I think so. I like Micah and Jonas; they are really nice. And Cassie, she's really, really nice," Ollie explained and smiled.

"Ooh, Cassie, do you like her?"

"Eww, no girls have cooties," Ollie responded automatically, causing Kurt to almost spit up the ice cream he had been eating.

"Well, in about ten years, I think you'll think a little differently," Kurt said knowingly, as Ollie just continued to down his ice cream.

xxxxxx

It was Saturday night and Kurt had just arrived at Blaine's building, brushing past the concierge and making his way to the elevator, pushing the "6" button and waiting anxiously for the elevator to stop at Blaine's floor. He had been anticipating this night for the entire week, which can be greatly attributed to the fact that he had barely seen or spoken to Blaine since he came to pick up Ollie that night, both of them being so busy. When Kurt reached the door, before he could even knocked, it opened quickly, revealing Blaine in a pair of dark wash jeans with a casual black lacoste sweater, the most noticeable thing to Kurt, though, being that Blaine's hair was completely without product, revealing his curls that hadn't seemed to have changed since their teenage years. Blaine hadn't told Kurt what to wear, but since they were dining in his apartment he had decided on grey pants with an undershirt covered by a navy cardigan, and topped off with a simple black scarf—an outfit that Kurt rarely donned outside the house, most people not knowing that "casual" was a part of Kurt Hummel's vocabulary.

"Right on time," Blaine said breathlessly as he shut the door behind Kurt and backed him into it, smothering him with a warm, passionate kiss.

"Hi," Kurt muttered coyly as they pulled apart.

"I've missed those lips," Blaine said, as he dove in again for another long, sensual kiss.

Kurt reluctantly pulled way. "Okay, let's at least try to get through part of dinner before we go to dessert," Kurt winked.

"You're the one whose being such a tease," Blaine countered, practically growling, but leading Kurt to the table that was dressed to the nines with candles and fancy plates.

Throughout dinner the boys discussed there hectic weeks, though occasionally fitting in a flirty glance or a coy line, consistently playing footsy under the table. As the wine bottle got drier, the boy's feet began to climb a little bit higher. Blaine caught Kurt's foot mid-stroke, and held on to it, giving him a pointed glance.

"See," he said, motioning to the foot, "teasing."

"Oh, come on, you know you love it," Kurt said as he moved his foot up a little bit further, landing it lightly on Blaine's crotch. If his sharp intake of air was any indication, Kurt had him right where he wanted him.

"Don't start anything that you won't follow through on," Blaine warned, but his voice couldn't sound threatening because it was intermittened with moans and intakes of breath as Kurt began to slowly rub his boot against his clothed dick.

"Oh, I plan to follow through on this," Kurt explained as he gave a particularly hard thrust, "I have a lot of plans."

Before Kurt could say anything more, Blaine got out of his chair and practically picked him up, bringing him up so there mouths could meet. Before they knew it, the back of Kurt's knees were hitting the bed and Blaine fell over him, settling his body between Kurt's spread legs. He thrust down while lifting Kurt's shirt over his head, eliciting a moan from the taller man. Blaine's shirt quickly followed suit. Both boys simultaneously worked on the other's pants, occasionally throwing in a particular hand movement that purposely grazed over the other's clothed dick, causing the room to be filled with the sound of soft moans and panting. Once the pants were off, both boys stood up and looked at each other, silently taking off they're boxers together, basking in the beauty that they found in each other. Once the restricting garments were off, Blaine, one again, pounced on Kurt, making him fall back onto the bed, and lining there bodies up so their hard cocks moved against each other in glorious skin on skin contact.

"Blaine, baby, please," Kurt moaned out.

Blaine began to tease Kurt's cock while mouthing at his nipples, essentially making the boy unable to form a coherent thought.

"What? What do you want, Kurt?"

"You," Kurt gasped as Blaine bit down on the bud, making it stand erect and only turning Kurt on more, something he didn't think was possible.

"You're gonna have to be more specific there baby," Blaine said, angering Kurt that he was so put together.

"I want…y-you, inside me…now" Kurt barely got out as another moan ripped from his body as a result of Blaine giving him the best damn handjob ever. Blaine stalled his movements and climbed back up so that he was at eye-level with Kurt, looking deep into his eyes. But, he didn't find one hint of worry or regret in those dilated pupils, he only found trust and need. He bent down and kissed Kurt fiercely, letting him know that he wanted this just as much as he did. He rolled over briefly to fish the lube out of the bedside table and when his hand reached the condoms he thought about it. He knew he was clean, and right now, more than anything he needed to feel Kurt surrounding him, feel all of him.

"Are you clean?"

"What?"

"Clean, are you clean?" Kurt still looked incredibly confused.

"Do I need to use a condom?" Blaine elaborated.

"Ugg, no, I'm clean, I just wanna feel you inside me." Blaine groaned at the confirmation that Kurt was thinking the same way he was and rolled back to his perch between Kurt's legs, lube in tow.

He coated his first finger with the substance leaning down so that he could lick Kurt's cock while he teased his hole, knowing Kurt would need as much of a distraction from the impending burn as possible, seeing as he probably hadn't had penetrative sex in a while. As Blaine began licking at the slit and gathering Kurt's precome, he circled his entrance and slowly slipped a finger in, feeling Kurt tense and then relax around him. He slowly moved the finger in and out and was happily surprised to hear that Kurt's gasps and moans sounded like they were from pleasure, instead of pain. After a few more thrusts he added a second finger and began to stretch him out even further. It was when he added the third finger a few minutes later that he finally found Kurt's prostate, Kurt's hips arching off of the bed and him practically screaming Blaine's name. Finally, Kurt couldn't take it anymore and begged for Blaine brokenly: lots of "please, baby" and "Blaaaaine" and "please, I'm ready", and Blaine finally coated his incredibly hard cock, lining it up to Kurt's lubed and stretched hole. Before he entered, though, he lent down to slowly kiss Kurt's forehead, looking into his eyes. He maintained eye contact as he began to enter Kurt, even as Kurt's eyes shut from pain and pleasure. He kept his eyes on Kurt as Kurt began to buck into him and as both men eventually came within seconds of each other. Blaine kept looking at Kurt even after he had fallen asleep, his back cuddled into Blaine's chest and Blaine's arms wrapped protectively around him. He kept his eyes on Kurt and all he could think was, I'm falling in love with you, Kurt Hummel.

A/N: Sorry this is so late. I was procrastinating all day today and didn't start writing this until like 8 pm, but it's done! All 3000 words of it—my longest chapter yet. I know I've said this before, but in case you've just started reading the A/N's, I post a lot of references and things that I mention in the story (like outfits, Kurt and Blaine's apartments, ect) on the tumblr dedicated to my fanfiction, so if you're interested, just check it out by following the link on my profile page. Oh, and of course a huge thank you to all of my reviewers! I can't tell you how happy it makes me to sign in and see that I've gotten new reviews.