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"What are you doing here? I thought I was going to have to wait until July to see you. Oh my gosh, is Uncle Blaine and Aunt Rachel here too?" Heather asked enthusiastically.
Kurt laughed as we all walked in the living room. "I'm here for a couple reasons. One is to see you!" Kurt said tapping his finger against Heather's nose. They sat on the couch while I stood. "Aunt Rachel will be here next week. She is tying up some last minute details on our play's tour schedule."
"I forgot to tell you congrats on the Tony Nomination. You should have won." I said.
After years on Broadway, Kurt and Rachel had decided to create their own play last year. Almost all of the glee members pitched in to finance the play. After months of hard work and determination, Kurt and Rachel opened their play to the public early this year. One big critic gave them a rave review, and people flooded to it. It became a huge success.
Kurt nodded. "I was gracious in defeat for the cameras, but I deserved the award for Best Writing. All of the critics and play-goers loved the play. Everyone is calling it the 'play of the year'. But I digress. I'm just happy Rachel was recognized for Best Actress-" Door Bell Rang
"I gotta get that." I walked towards the door, but could still hear them from the foyer.
"Where's Uncle Blaine?" Heather asked.
"He's outside, but who cares about him. He got us lost twice driving here." Kurt paused. "Anyway, you have me! I'm the fun uncle-"
"But I'm your favorite uncle." Blaine said cutting Kurt off. He and I walked into the living room. Kurt playfully rolled his eyes.
"Uncle Blaine!" Heather hugged him as he sat on the couch next to Kurt and Heather. I sat in a nearby chair.
"Favorite? The jury is still out on that verdict. I think I'm her favorite since I love her more." Kurt grabbed her left arm and tugged it gently toward him.
"Kurt, babe. I love her more obviously." Blaine grabbed her right arm and pulled it toward him.
"Blaine, you don't want to start this. You're going to lose. Heather and I have more in common, including our love of Broadway plays." Kurt pulled her arm again.
"Babe, you're still upset that Heather chose me over you. It's okay to come in second place this instance. You'll always be my one and only favorite." Blaine said lifting his eyebrows discreetly, while still tugging Heather's arm again.
Kurt blushed, but didn't let the flirting deter him. They continued the back and forth for several minutes. Heather giggled. I knew she enjoyed all the attention her uncles spoiled her with. Kurt and Blaine always had a friendly competition for the title of Heather's favorite uncle. A couple years ago, Heather had admitted Rachel and Blaine were her favorite aunt and uncle. Ever since then, the war had begun.
"Hey! Can you guys stop playing tug-o-war with my kid? Why don't you just ask Heather who her favorite uncle is?" Heather glared at me for putting her on the spot. I chuckled.
"So Heather-" I started
"Who is it?" Kurt and Blaine said in unison.
Heather stammered her answer. "Um…it's…you know…um, I love you both." She seemed to be giving the most civil answer she could.
"Its okay, Heather." Blaine said putting her in his lap. "Uncle Kurt, can handle the fact I'm your favorite."
"You are not the favorite." Kurt huffed. "Blaine, you're so full of sh-"
Heather yelled. "Swear jar!"
"What?" Blaine asked.
"It you say a swear word, you put a dollar in the swear jar." Heather smiled. "I keep the money."
I added. "It's something she started a couple months ago. She makes about fifteen dollars off me every time I watch a football game."
"Oh, Heather! I wasn't going to swear at Uncle Blaine." Kurt said lightly slapping Blaine's cheek.
"Really?" Blaine inquired hesitantly.
"Really. I was saying he is full of sugar, honey, and ice tea." Kurt said smiling at Blaine. Blaine smiled back, shaking his head.
Heather shrugged her shoulders. "I don't get it-"
"You won't Heather." I cut in, "Why don't you tell them school?"
"Oh! I'm in the fourth grade now! My teacher's name is Ms. Rossi. I made a new friend, Melissa. Katy and I are math partners!" Heather exclaimed.
I looked at Kurt, who seemed a little startled by something.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" I asked.
Kurt nodded. "I'm fine. That's great, Heather. Anything else interesting happen?"
"Yes!" Heather said. "My dad is telling me the story of my mother. Well, it's more my dad's story."
"Oh." Blaine seemed only slightly startled by the news, while Kurt froze.
Heather looked questioningly at Kurt. "Are you okay, Uncle Kurt?"
"Yes, Heather." He paused. "I'm surprised you're handling this so well-"
"Kurt", I said sternly. He didn't seem to hear me.
Kurt was still talking, "I'm sorry, we didn't tell you sooner…"
"Kurt!" I said louder. Kurt was rambling and didn't hear me.
"But we all agreed that day it was for the best-"
"Kurt!" Blaine yelled loudly, startling Kurt out his monologue. "Sam, what part of the story are you on?"
"I'm, actually, we're all still in high school. I just started telling the story a couple days ago. I decided to make the story a mystery for Heather. She has to figure out who her mom is. She could either be Santana, Mercedes, or Quinn." I said.
"That's an interesting approach." Kurt added
"Uncle Kurt, what did you think was for the best?" Heather asked.
"Heather, who do you think it is?" Blaine asked trying to distract her.
"I don't want to say yet. I've been writing all my thoughts down in my mystery notebook."
"Can I see it?" Blaine asked
"Sure, follow me!" Heather ran towards her room with Blaine following.
When Heather was out of ear shot, Kurt and I began to talk.
"I'm so sorry, Sam."
"It's fine. Blaine stopped you from giving away the ending."
"So, what made you want to tell her now, after all these years?" Kurt asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I always knew I would have to tell her one day. And she asked about her mom a couple days ago. I think she's old enough to handle the story, so it seems like now is the right time."
Kurt nodded sinking down in the couch. He stared forward. "How long has been since it happened?" He looked at me.
"It's been seven years. It seems like yesterday sometimes when we were all in that emergency room." I said reminiscing.
"Seven years." Kurt laughed. "It's funny. Blaine and I sat in the exact same spots in that same emergency room while Heather was being born."
I nodded.
Kurt's face turned serious. "Seven years ago, it was one of the worst days of my life." Kurt paused. "You were so strong that day, Sam. We all needed someone to be. And I wanted you to know that I'm eternally grateful for what you did."
Again, I nodded. "I would do it all again. She was worth it."
"Sam." Kurt turned toward me and looked directly at me. "Remember, we all made a promise that day. We made our second Glee promise as Rachel put it. We all would be there for you and Heather no matter what. We would all be there." Kurt smiled. "All of Heather's Glee aunts and uncles would always be there to help you raise your daughter. And we'll be here to support you when you get to the end of the story."
"I remember. You guys have been so awesome. Heather is growing up with so much love in her life and I am eternally grateful for that." I said as Blaine walked back into the living room.
"Heather is requesting her Uncle Kurt. Apparently, there is a better person to talk about Broadway plays with." Blaine said
Kurt smiled at him. "I knew she would grow tired of you. She wants her favorite uncle." Kurt walked towards Heather's room and Blaine took Kurt's seat.
"So, Sam. How is life?" Blaine asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't complain. Heather and I are both healthy. Heather is getting all As and making friends. My job is interesting."
"Are you still a guidance counselor?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah. It's a never-ending cycle of college recommendation letters and teenage drama."
Blaine laughed. "I bet they're nowhere as drama filled as the glee club used to be."
"You'd be surprised. Some it is worse than glee club's drama was." I said. My mind seemed to quickly wonder back to the story I was telling Heather. I wondered how Heather would handle the ending, after seeing Kurt try to comfort her immediately when he thought she knew it.
"Want to talk about something, Sam? You just spaced out in the middle of our conversation." Blaine said
"I was thinking about Heather and this story. I hope she handles the ending well, but I don't know that she will. " I admitted.
"Have faith Sam. Heather is mature for her age." Blaine said reassuring.
"I know. I think I'm most worried about how she'll think of me. I don't want her opinion or love for me to change when the story is done."
Blaine placed a hand on my shoulder. "Sam, listen to me. You are Heather's dad. She is your daughter. That is an unbreakable bond. Your relationship will survive anything, including the ending of this story."
I sighed. "Thanks Blaine."
"Anytime, Sam." He said retracting his hand.
A couple minutes later, Kurt and Heather walked back into the living room.
"It's time for us to go, Blaine." Kurt said.
"You guys can stay here if you want. I have an extra room." I insisted.
Kurt shook his head. "We're staying at a hotel. We have a friend, who manages it so we got a free room. Plus, it is close to the Jones. I have been helping Deshawn plan Mr and Mrs. Jones' 35th anniversary party."
"Oh." I said surprised. "You guys are driving back to Lima?"
Blain shook his head. "The Jones bought a place in Cleveland a couple years ago."
Kurt interrupted. "Heather, go grab your notebook. I would like to read it more."
"Sure!" Heather ran to her room.
"Sam." Blaine said. "You're free for a night. Go have fun! Watch football. Do something."
"I think I'll watch TV." I said.
"Oh, you're so much fun Sam." Kurt said sarcastically.
"Could you guys do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure anything." Kurt answered.
"Could you watch Heather tomorrow night? Mike, Artie, and I are going out to eat tomorrow. Puck might be there too. I forgot to get a babysitter."
"Wow. It's like a mini-guy glee reunion." Blaine said with enthusiasm.
"And we weren't invited?" Kurt asked offended.
I felt guilty. I really had forgotten about Kurt and Blaine. "That's my fault. They don't know you guys are here."
"I talked to Tina two days ago. So Mike damn well knows we're here!"
"Swear Jar!" Blaine said quoting Heather.
"Shut up, Blaine." Kurt said quickly. Then Kurt sighed. "It's okay, Sam. I'm surprising Heather with Nancy Drew movie tickets anyway." He paused and looked at Blaine. "Take Blaine."
"Sure. Blaine, you ready for a glee-union?" I joked.
Blaine chuckled, while Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's corny, Sam." Kurt said as Heather walked back in the room.
"I'm ready!" Heather said. "Bye, daddy."
"See ya later, sweetheart. Have fun." I said
I watched as Kurt, Blaine, and Heather drove off. I walked back in the house and sat on the couch. The house was quiet and I missed my daughter already. My phone rang. It was an unknown number on my caller ID.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello, Sam? This is Principal Parker."
"Um…hello. How are you?" I said. All I could think was 'how did he get my cell phone number?'
"Fine. I need you to cover Saturday morning detention." He said nonchalantly
"What? Isn't that usually assigned to a teacher?"
"Well, Mr. Green called out two days and I cannot get in contact with anyone else."
"If you don't mind me asking , how did you get my number?" I asked
"Artie left his day planner on his desk. Your personal number was in it."
"Don't you think that is an invasion of personal property?"
"I can open anything in my school. Can you supervise the detention? It's only three hours."
'Only three hours!' I thought. I sighed. My morning was free anyway, since Heather was with Kurt and Blaine. "I can do it."
"Great. I'll leave notes about the students and detention instructions. But basically just take them to room 200. Also, they are in trouble for vandalizing school property or something like that."
"Okay."
"Thank-you, Sam. Have a good evening."
"You too." I said hanging up the phone. The principal was incompetent. Who looks for someone to watch detention, the night before? Why didn't he look for someone two days ago?
I tried not to think about it as I laid down on the couch.
I flipped through television stations. I finally settled on CNN since nothing else was on. Apparently the big story was disaster flooding in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Soledad O'Brien was anchoring the television program when she turned it over to the field reporter.
I started falling asleep, but I did hear the reporter.
"Good Evening. This is CNN reporter, Santana Lopez, reporting live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…"