A/N: Welp. Again, sorry for the wait. Christmas is a hectic time, isn't it?

Thank you to my beta Squigglegiggle!

Hope you're having a wonderful break (I know I am). Enjoy this (hopefully) fluffy chapter! Some things you might be wondering about will also be revealed!

Blaine had positively swooned like a teenage girl as Kurt Hummel entered his apartment (which was, thankfully, neat and tidy for guests such as Kurt Hummel) and took in his surroundings as if he just arrived at zoo for the first time, taking in the exquisite sights of wild animals up close.

It showed that Kelly was much more excited that her teacher was going to be staying the night with her and her father, but to be honest, Blaine was completely ecstatic. Of course, he couldn't show it in his facial features, but it didn't mean that inside he could celebrate and mentally party until the early hours of the morning.

As Kelly dragged the teacher to her room to show him her massive collection of Marvel action figures, Blaine hurried off to the spare bedroom that was never used, even if Sam or Quinn decided to stay the night and there was time for them to stay the night. Not only was it the first time since a male guest (besides Sam, of course) had been residing in his home, it was the most amazing feeling in the world, especially since Kurt was the one staying in his home for god knew how long.

Blaine hoped he would stay forever.

Just as he finished fixing and tidying up the guest room, he heard a knock on the door, and he spun around so quickly he nearly fell on top of himself.

Just as he expected, Kurt was at the door with his luggage next to him and his bag slung over his shoulder.

"You got a nice place here," he said.

Blaine couldn't help but blush. "Oh. Thanks. I don't know what your place used to look like so I can't compare it."

What was he even thinking?

Kurt snorted and stepped into the room. "It wasn't as nice as yours. You're fine, don't worry."

He set the luggage leaning against the wall next to the closet. "I don't think I can say this enough, but thank you, sincerely. I was supposed to have a two-hour drive to Lima to stay at my parents' hose for a few days until I found a place of my own. But you just made my life so much easier, and I can't believe how much I'm going to owe you after this. Seriously, I feel like I'm intruding."

"Don't thank me," Blaine said, "you should thank Kelly. I'm sure you can already tell how smart of a student she is. And it's totally fine; it's just a friend helping another friend."

Kurt paced around the room, admiring it and critiquing it with his eyes, as Blaine could tell from his focused facial expression. After a moment of silence as the teacher examined the room (and Blaine taking quick peeks at his backside with almost no shame…), he turned to Blaine with one of the biggest grins he had ever seen.

"I like it," he said. "It needs a paint job, but otherwise it's perfect."

Then Blaine choked as Kurt reached over for a hug, wrapping his arms around his neck and his body pressed against his. He took in the hug as most likely the only ones he would ever get. He would cherish this moment forever.

He nearly, nearly let out a whimper as the teacher parted, but he masked his face with a simple smile of gratitude instead of eyes glistening with the pure wonder that he knew would've shown.

He wasn't too sure if he could say "love" just yet without thinking how ridiculous he was being.

"Daddy!" Kelly yelled, voice ringing around the room. "Mr. Hummel! Can we watch Tangled now? Are you done kissing yet?"

That was when Kurt threw his head back and burst out laughing while Blaine's face grew bright red with no real caution whatsoever.

All Blaine could do was storm out of the room, with Kurt trailing behind him, still letting out his infectious laugh that Blaine wanted to be on repeat forever

xXxXx

The next morning, Blaine woke up with a wide grin plastered on his face. The reason why was because Kurt Hummel was living at his home for a certain amount of days that would soon be determined,

He slid out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen to already see Kelly eating at the table while Kurt was at the stove, flipping a perfectly round pancake like in the cartoons. Except it was done exceptionally. Perfectly.

The atmosphere between his daughter and the teacher broke as Blaine said, "good morning, early birds."

"Hi, daddy!" Kelly nearly shouted, her mouth full of pancake and mouth messy with syrup. "Guess what? Mr. Hummel can make pancakes! And they're not from the freezer either!" she then pouted, more syrup dripping from the edge of her lip. "Why can't you make homemade pancakes as well as Mr. Hummel?"

Again, the melodious laugh that Kurt let out rang in Blaine's ears. "Kelly, sweetie, it's only because I can actually cook, unlike your father." Blaine's heart nearly stopped when Kurt sent a (flirtatious?) wink at him before turning back to the stove.

Now his legs were practically jelly, wobbly and completely unstable. He stumbled over to the table and pulled in a chair right next to Kelly, who was happily eating her breakfast without any pauses for breathing as it seemed. His brain attempted to wrap around this. It was like being in a family; Blaine married to Kurt and Kelly as their adoptive daughter. This was the environment for said situation, especially since Kurt kept on calling Kelly "sweetie," a rather affectionate family pet name.

Fingers snap in front of his face. "Blaine, you're pancakes are ready. Can you hold up your plate?"

Blaine's eyes cross dizzily as he lifted a plate (where did it come from in the first place?) and a perfectly cooked pancake slid onto the plate spot on.

Butter and syrup were spread messily and heavily and Blaine dug in. He moaned out loud, causing his daughter and Kurt to turn their heads to him. Under Kurt's amusing eyes, Blaine hid yet another embarrassed face as he ceased his moans of pleasure.

He was so whipped.

Before long, it was time for Kelly (and Kurt in this case also) to head to school. Unlike like previous school days, Kelly didn't throw any immature whining or pouting or stalling. Instead, it was like she had to get to school like she had to breath air.

"Mr. Hummel," Kelly said as she slid on her jacket. "Can you take me to school?"

Both Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with one of the most hilarious "oh shit" looks they could ever pull off. They knew each other, but they also didn't know each other. In reality, they weren't that close compared to Blaine's friendships with Sam and Quinn. He would probably be more closer with the teacher if he wasn't so worried of completely humiliating himself. Besides the current circumstances, how could he keep a possible friendship with the teacher?

"I think it would be best if we take separate cars," Kurt eventually told her, hesitant and almost unsure by the decision.

Kelly's face fell. "Okay," was all she muttered before brushing past Kurt and Blaine to the door, leaning on it and waiting for her father to drive her to school.

Kurt sighed. He saved the Anderson's from an awkward ordeal by speaking up again, "I better get going to school now," he turned to Kelly. "I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?"

The girl nodded rather gloomily as Kurt squeezed past her to leave the apartment. The sound of the door closing behind him echoed throughout the entire apartment.

The car ride to Hawkins Elementary was silent, Kelly staring out the window and Blaine keeping his eyes on the road He attempted to turn on the radio to fill the reticence, but Kelly protested and forced him to keep it off.

By the time they got to school, they hadn't spoken a single word except arguing about whether to keep the radio on or not. Instead of dropping Kelly off at the front building, he swerved the car over to the school parking lot and veered into an empty spot.

Kelly sputtered in confusion as Blaine stopped the car and turned it off. He craned his neck and body so he could talk to her.

"Okay, can you tell me what's wrong?" Blaine asked, adjusting his seat belt and position so he wouldn't hurt his back.

Again, Kelly turned away, staring out the window, except there was nothing to see but the car parked next to them. "Nothing's wrong…"

Blaine frowned. "Oh, c'mon! Ever since leaving the house, all you've done is moping about what? That's all I want to know," he put his hands up in the air innocently to coax her to tell him why she was so upset.

After a moment, Kelly spoke again, "I'm unhappy." She was still facing the window.

Blaine couldn't help but convey the confusion. "Can you elaborate?"

"What does that mean?"

"To tell me more. Can you do that?"

She waited a moment before continuing, still gazing out the window. "I'm unhappy. I don't have a normal life like the other kids in my class."
"What's wrong with our lifestyle? Is it because I'm gay and that I like boys over girls? I thought we've discussed this."

"No, it's not that," Kelly cried out. Now she met her eyes with her father's. The intensity was strong between them. "It's because I don't have another parent. I don't have another daddy. Like when papa was around. I miss papa."

Blaine sucked in a harsh breath, the memory of their former family member washing over him like a tidal wave How could've he thought that Kelly would be completely fine that she only had a father and not two? Or a mother, like a normal family?

It was hard. It was hard to live in this lifestyle.

Originally, Kelly had a loving family with two loving and adoring fathers who spoiled her like crazy (well, at least Blaine did). It was hard to believe that it was only two years ago that Casey Adams had left the family, but it was because Blaine had no choice and it was more of the safety of him and more importantly, Kelly.

To comfort his distraught daughter, he unbuckled his seat belt, ignoring the resounding clank as it hit the door behind him.

I want you to listen, and I want you to listen carefully," Blaine whispered seriously. His heart nearly shattered into a million pieces as Kelly met his eyes, which were tearing up and were about to wash down her face. "I regret so much that your papa left us. It was one of the worst things that ever happen. But someday soon, hopefully, I will find someone for you, okay?"

"Like Mr. Hummel?"

The serious tension broke as they giggled brokenly.

Blaine sighed, a smile on his face. "Maybe, who knows?"

Kelly then unbuckled her seat belt to lunge forward and nearly tackle Blaine backwards into the most crushing hug that she could manage for a little first grader.

They broke apart with each of them kissing each other on the cheek, then she grabbed her backpack and with a happy "bye, daddy!" she left the car and skipped to school.

Driving the way back home after his conversation with Kelly was more difficult now that he had let the memories of Casey Adams enter his mind. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought of what the bastard had done to him and Kelly.

It was the summer of 2015 when he and Casey had finally gained legal permission to finally adopt their first ever child that they would've raised together into an amazing young man or woman. While Casey was pretty happy about finally starting the next phase of his life, Blaine was absolutely ecstatic. Already, when Casey at work, he had decorated the nursery of neutral colors and the refrigerator and pantries were stocked with child-friendly foods (and a few treats, of course).

Upon arriving at one of the most well-known adoption centers in Columbus, Blaine had never felt so happy in his entire life. He had never noticed how Case was regretting every second of the process, though, because he had been too excited that he was going to be a father.

There were many young children, and most of them ignored Blaine and Casey, except one.

It was a little girl, who was alone, staring at Blaine and Casey with a mix of dread, hope, and disappointment. She was hypnotizing; frizzy hair trapped in two pigtails hanging off the sides of her head and the most captivating and glowing leaf green eyes he had ever. While Casey had been talking to some of the other now attentive children, Blaine couldn't steer away from the little girl, who averted her eyes away to play with an action figure that she held tightly in her hands.

At that moment, Blaine had to talk to the little girl, so he took action by standing up and walking towards her.

The little girl's head snapped up when she saw Blaine approaching her. Again, Blaine noticed how her grip on her action figure (who he then recognized as Captain America) tightened, her knuckles growing white.

Blaine had to kneel down so he was eye leveled with the little girl. He gave her a wide, supporting smile before speaking.

But the little girl beat him to it. "Hi."

"Hello," Blaine said. He held his hand. "I'm Blaine. What's your name?"

She was looking at Blaine's outstretched hand. "Kelly," the little girl murmured.

After another moment, the little girl met her hand with Blaine's, their hands grasped with Kelly's little fingers surprisingly strong and firm. "It's nice to meet you, Kelly," he let go, and pointed to her action figure. "Who's that you're holding?"

This was the first time the little girl, Kelly, had smiled. It was the most precious thing Blaine had ever seen. "It's Captain America! He's a superhero."

"Wow," Blaine said. "Is he your favorite?"

Kelly nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Is he you favorite too?"

"Of course," he agreed. "He's really pretty, huh?"

She burst out into giggles. "I don't think he's pretty. I think he's awesome!"

Unsurprisingly, after much convincing by Blaine, Kelly came with him and Casey back home, and with no resistance by Casey, the little four year old became Kelly Christina Anderson.

xXxXx

Adopting Kelly was one of Blaine's favorite moments of his life. Who would've thought that only a year after she came to the family, she would've lost her other father.

Blaine grit his teeth and held back his anger.

With Kurt living in his home (he still can process that) he left his waiter apron (the manager would cut his limbs if he forgot it for the tenth time this month) pulled in the parking lot of Catania Apartments and made his way back up to his room, only to hear that someone had already occupied the room, the sounds of the familiar Nintendo characters screaming and cheering in rage and triumph.

"Hey, Blaine."

"You've got to stop intruding my home," Blaine told him.

"What if I don't want to?"

Blaine sighed, and then passed Sam, who was still locked onto the television, to fetch his waiter apron. He lingered outside of Kurt's guestroom, though, still not even believing that he was going to be in his home.

Just as he was about to leave, Sam stopped him.

"Look, there's something I have to tell you," he said seriously.

Blaine groaned. "Sam, I've got to get to the diner. I can't get another tardy this week, otherwise the manager might throw me out."

Sam shrugged. "Then I'll come with you. I could use. Like I said, I need to talk with you."