A/N: HELLO FELLOW KLAINERS

Excited for Glee? With spoilers I'm not giving up hope, but unfortunately for me I won't be able to watch it tonight but tomorrow :/ for those who do watch it live, good luck! Let me know in the comments how broken you are afterwards XD

A big BIG thanks to Squigglegiggle for going through the chapter. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY YOU WILL BE WRECKED AFTER THIS

Since this story is slowly coming to a close (NOOO) I have another fic I'm currently writing. There's a poll up in my profile for a character so go check it out!

Self promotion over. ENJOY


After the final period of class, which was a fun and enlightening math class involving skittles and counting up to 100, Kurt called over Blaine's daughter over to his desk as the other students were packing up and leaving to go back home for the rest of the day.

"What is it, Mr. Hummel?" Kelly asked as she approached his desk.

Kurt smiled. "I have wonderful news for you!"

"Oh, goodie!" Kelly cheered as her entire face lit up. "What is it? More Skittles?"

Kurt laughed and pulled out his phone instead to open up the email that Blaine sent him earlier that day. "Your dad sent me an email telling me that instead of going home with your Uncle Sam, I'll be spending the rest of the day with you!"
Kelly's eyes were blown wide. "Really?"

"Really!"

"Yay!" She clapped enthusiastically, jumping up and down. "I can't wait!" She then stopped short and paused. "Why am I going with you instead of Uncle Sam?"

Kurt smirked. "It's a surprise."
"I hate surprises," Kelly whined.

"All good things come to those who wait," he told her. "So what do you say? Ready for a day of fun with your annoying teacher?"

"You're not annoying!" she giggled. "You're awesome!"

"I'm glad that's what you think of me," said Kurt, reaching out to ruffle the top of her head. "Welcome aboard, sweetie. Go pack up your things and we'll head to my car, okay?"

"Okay!" She skipped away to her little cubby and shelf beside her classmates while Kurt began to pack up his own belongings for the weekend.

After gathering their possessions a few minutes later, they leave the classroom, flicking off the lights and shutting the door behind them. Their bags slung on their shoulders and Kurt holding on Kelly's hand protectively, they were off as Kelly went on about Mason, her friend, and how he had never heard of Captain America or Iron Man or the Incredible Hulk up until she intervened him all about Marvel's popular superheroes. Throughout, Kurt was just as indulged and receptive if he was talking to Blaine instead of his daughter about popular heroes with superpowers.

He felt a warm buzz filling the pit of his stomach at the good news that he would eventually share with Kelly, who will be ecstatic.

As Kurt was buckling Kelly in the car, she changed the subject towards the reason, or the surprise, which explained that Kurt was going to take care of her instead of her father or Sam Evans.

"Can you please tell me?" Kelly begged, eyes wide and innocent and lips pouting pleadingly like a puppy asking for leftover food from the dinner table. He rolled his eyes as he hopped into the driver's seat and started the ignition.

"Nice try," Kurt said, as he put the car in reverse. "Like I said, I'm not telling you until your dad comes home and tells you himself."

Grumbling, Kelly stared out of the window for the rest of the drive over.

xXxXx

"Welcome to The Pub!"

Stacy pushed open the glass door and led Blaine inside, the strong scent of peanuts, potato fries and beer instantly hit him, the smell so strong it nearly sent him running out of the bar.

Stacy grabbed a hold of his wrist and guided him through assorted tables with several different stereotypical consumers ranging from the beefy and rather scary motorcyclists to scrawny and depressed businessmen to somewhat masculine women with lit cigarettes and tattoos covering the range of their shown arms, the legs, and the back of their necks.

Eventually, Stacy had brought him to the back of the deadly silent bar and rapped on a door labeled "boss" with a worn out sign.

Blaine gasped at the Danny Trejo look-a-like, nearly everything down to the nose, moustache, and muscular figure. His eyes were different: a fierce, fiery green that went ablaze.

"Remember me, Isador?" Stacy asked. "Or are you too drunk out of your ass to remember your granddaughter?"

The man known as Isador growled at Stacy. "What do you want?"

Stacy brought Blaine closer. "I think I found you a brand new musician for The Pub!"

With leering eyes, Stacy's grandfather looked over Blaine, who was trembling like a leaf. "This man… he looks muy extraño," he stroked his chin. "Okay, señor. Di algo en español. Otherwise, you can't work here."

"Grandpa!" Stacy exclaimed. She exhaled deeply. "Sometimes I wonder why I even have you," she turned to Blaine, whose face was stark white. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I forgot how annoying my grandfather is."

"It's f-fine," Blaine managed to stutter, still feeling the older man's steely eyes glaring right through him.

Stacy grimaced in sympathy and went back to her grandfather. "Anyways, Isador, I want you to hire this man to work as your new musician. He's willing to work weekdays and even on a Saturday or two. He can play…" She quirked an eyebrow at Blaine.

"Oh, uh, piano, guitar, harmonica, violin, drums-" he filled in quickly.

The response was not expected. "Muy bien, es fantastico," the man praised. He opened the door wider as to let Blaine and Stacy inside the office, which reeked of stale beer and scented soap. "Por favor, come in. We got to sign papers. Then, you're in."

"Great," said Blaine.

His new manager then crossed his arms. "También, puedes lavar los platos?"

Blaine looked over at Stacy worriedly. "Uh…"

"Sí, abuelo. He sure as hell can. He has a six year old at home."

Stacy's grandfather nodded approvingly. "Okay, but one more thing. You call me Blade, or Cuchilla if you want to get on my good side."

"Yes sir," Blaine said, back straight and chest out like a soldier waiting for his sergeant to command him to at ease. "Blade."

"Bien," Stacy's grandfather, Blade, appraised positively. "Now, come, we have papers and documents to sort out."

Blade let into the office Blaine, not blocking his path anymore and questioning his skills or references. The last thing Blaine saw just as Blade was shutting the office door to cut off potential bothersome noises or people was Stacy twiddling her fingers and mouthing "good luck" right to him followed by a nasty grin.

xXxXx

"Kurt? Kelly?"
Kurt jumped, not even realizing that Blaine had just arrived in the apartment, the sound of the door shutting and locking with a click reverberated through the entire household. Kelly nearly hopped out of the covers to run out and greet her father, but with hushing and strict orders of, "sweetie, it's late, I don't want you to get all riled up."

"Blaine, hi, we're in Kelly's room," Kurt called out.

"Yeah, we're in here!" Kelly echoed.

Once Kurt and Kelly had come back from school, he and Kelly went straight to their work, Kurt on grading papers and planning class activities for the next few days and Kelly on her math homework, scribbling her pencil furiously on the paper.

They had worked for several hours up until they have completed their designated tasks and went straight to preparing dinner for the two of them. They even made sure to provide leftovers for Blaine if he came home much later in the evening. Fortunately, the leftover had just proven its use since it was nearly eight as Blaine announced his arrival.

After a minute of shuffling coming from the kitchen, Blaine appeared, head peeking through the slightly open bedroom door, a crack of light seeping in and lighting up his entire face. With a smile, he greeted them with an even brighter dazzling gleam of a grin filled with love and affection.

Of course, Kurt saw the love and affection directed towards Kelly, who was now drowsy and drunk for sleep, but just have to stay awake to see Blaine come home that evening.

"Hey guys," Blaine said in a hushed tone the grin extremely infectious that Kurt couldn't help but smile along with him.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said, soft and attentive.

Blaine ducked his head. "Hey. Can I come in?"

"Of course," Kelly cut in, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Can you tell me the surprise now?"

Blaine entered the bedroom, and Kurt silently sucked in a breath at how wonderful the young father looked under the tones of Kelly's glowing bedside lamp, his face was radiate and eyes twinkling with playfulness and something else that Kurt couldn't place. Nonetheless, he was breathtaking, and Kurt was struggling to keep himself mounted on the edge of Kelly's bed instead of lunging forward and slamming himself on Blaine and smother his beautiful face with sweet and loving kisses…

He snapped when he realized that he missed Blaine join them on the bed and Kelly was sitting up, leaning against the headboard of her bed, eyes wide with curiosity and interest as to what her father and Kurt have been teasing her with all day.

"So, the surprise will impact us greatly," Blaine began, slipping his hand around Kelly's.

Her face instantly lit up. "Are you and Mr. Hummel dating? Is that the surprise?"

The question took Blaine by surprise, sputtering pathetically as Kelly giggled maniacally while Kurt blushed multiple shades of red all over his face, from his neck up to his hairline.

"Sorry, sweetie," Kurt was the first to respond. "Your father and I aren't dating."

Kelly pouted and deflated. "Fine. Then what is it?"

Blaine finally recovered enough to go back to holding her hand sportingly. "Today, after work, I got a brand new job!"

They all erupted; an explosion of cheers and cries of pure delight and tons of yelling that could get the nearby neighbors all riled up. But they didn't care as Kelly tackled Blaine and nearly knocked him to the floor while Kurt let them have the father-daughter special moment, knowing that he would be getting all of the details once Kelly went to sleep.

After a few more minutes of celebrating, which consisted of Kelly dreaming of a new mansion, a bigger car, and more toys, all of the excitement had made up for Kelly's tiredness which quickly caught up to her as they began to wind down from their high.

"So when do you start?" Kelly asked in a low, sleepy voice, barely audible for Blaine to hear.

"I start on Monday," Blaine told her. "So this weekend, I have time to go the diner, collect my last check, and officially quit the job."

Kelly nodded. "You're going to make all of those people so happy with your music," she mumbled dreamily.

Blaine reached out to comfortingly stroke her hair. "I sure will. Now you go to sleep. You still have Friday to go through before staying up so late."

"'Kay," she was able to whisper as she finally lost consciousness.

With an affectionate smile that stretched across his face for miles, Blaine carefully stood up from the bed and snapped off the lamp. Kurt had already made his way out with Blaine right on his toes, shutting the bedroom door behind him, quietly as not to disrupt the sleeping girl.

Once they both reached the main room in safe distance from Kelly, Kurt was the first to make a move, which was initiating a bone-crushing hug.

"Blaine, congrats," he praised, his response muffled when his head was tucked right under Blaine's neck.

Blaine shivered at how there was little to no personal space between them, and how Kurt seemed to melt into his arms like a puddle. It just felt so right, and when Kurt parted he had to retain a whimper from arising.

They part, and again, Blaine missed the personal contact between them. "You have to tell me all about this new job. I need all of the details, mister."

"We can sit down," Blaine offered. "On the couch. It's a long story."

Kurt simply nodded in agreement as he grabbed Blaine by the hand (Blaine secretly marveled how well their hands seemed to fit together) and led him to the couch. They sat rather precariously, knees knocking and Kurt's hand still holding tightly with Blaine's.

"Where should I even begin?" Blaine wondered aloud.
Kurt laughed. "Well, I think it would be easier if you start right from the beginning, otherwise I won't know how the hell you managed to just get a job like this."

With a chuckle, Blaine began to recount the day he had at the diner. He went on to mention his coworker, Stacey, who knew that one of her relatives needed a new musician to work at his bar. Blaine made sure to include nearly every aspect of how crazy his new boss was, from his constant Spanish-speaking phrases that he didn't understand (and probably didn't want to either) to the new nickname Blaine must refer him to as.

"Blade?" Kurt repeated. "That sounds mildly creepy. Why the semi-dangerous name?"

"Probably because he's like an identical twin to Machete. Believe me when I say that, because there are slight differences between the two, but so many similarities."

Kurt pursed his lips. "Machete? Who's that?"
"You don't know Machete?" Blaine gasped. "Danny Trejo? He was the uncle in Spy Kids. The director got so hooked to his character he even made a movie of him."

"Nope."

"Sam, one of my friends, made me watch the movie after the connection of Spy Kids and this character. Every time I re-watch the Spy Kids movie with Kelly, it's so damn funny to have that inside joke," Blaine paused. "I should watch the movie with you sometime."

"Maybe another time," Kurt suggested.

Blaine surrendered. "Fine, but I have to get you to watch that and Spy Kids. Along with Disney, this movie and the rest in the series is like half of her childhood," he ominously leaned closer. "I tell her not to talk about it because I'm a spy too."

Kurt burst out laughing. "Oh, my god. No you're not."

"Then prove it," Blaine challenged.

Blaine smirked as Kurt took a moment to figure out the perfect way to deflect his credibility.

"Okay. Stand up."

Simultaneously, they stood.

"From here to my guestroom, okay?"

Blaine frowned. "What? Like a race?"

"On the count of three," Kurt said.

"Wait, on three, or after three?"

"Three!"

Kurt launched forward, barreling towards his temporary residence, leaving Blaine behind and outraged.

"You're gonna get it, Hummel!" Blaine muttered under his breath as he raced to the designation.

On the way towards the door, he feet were caught up in a pair of shoes and he went tumbling forward onto the bed where Kurt was on, and he jumped right in, tackling Kurt onto the bed, restraining him from escaping. Kurt squealed in surprise as they roll around the bed, the sheets and comforter disheveled, until the outcome was Blaine on top of Kurt, straddling his hips and his fingers digging into his ribcage.

"Okay, Agent 007, you win!" Kurt cried out, rasping for breath in between gulps of forced laughter.

The tickling never stopped. "Say 'Uncle' then I'll let you go," Blaine commanded him.

Kurt's hand was pounding against the mattress. "Uncle! Uncle!"

Finally Blaine stopped with the vicious tickling and they both began to settle down, chests heaving and throats dry and hoarse.

One thing that didn't happen was that Blaine was still perched on Kurt's lap. The realization hit him like a brick wall, and he could see Kurt's pupils dilate, ears flushing a bright red and goosebumps appearing all over his arms.

"Blaine?"

He didn't even come to how close his face was to Kurt's, and he could feel his hot breath against his lips.

The last thing that he saw were Kurt's beautiful eyes staring right into his own as their lips met in a soft, assertive kiss.

Sparks, fireworks, and every other cliché imaginable came to as his lips moved against Kurt's, whose moan vibrated against his mouth. Chills shot up his spine as he pressed forward a little more, gasping as Kurt's tongue slithered into the premise of his lips.

It could've been a few minutes; it could've been a few hours, possibly even days have passed until the kiss broke with an echoing pop. Blaine could feel his lips burning a bright red; inside his mouth was dry despite Kurt's tongue was just in there.

He managed to look back at Kurt, who was in the same state as him, lips just as wrecked and eyes blazing.

Then, like a massive tidal wave, Blaine's head went absolutely berserk. This couldn't work; their relationship couldn't work. Kurt was in the middle class, and Blaine was barely getting by with a child. Why would Kurt want to be in a relationship with him when he barely had time to spend with his own child?

Why did all of these questions revolve around Kelly?

"Blaine?"

It was Kurt.

"Yes?"

"Are you… okay? You look a little pale…"

Blaine squeezed his eyes. "Oh, um, I'm okay, I'm fine. God, did we just…"

"Blaine? Can you please save me some humiliation by getting off of me?"

Blaine's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit!" He rolled off of Kurt's lap, but didn't notice how close he was to the bed's edge as he went tumbling to the ground with a deafening ka-boom.

"Blaine!"

The breath was sucked right out of him with the collapse to the floor, although he could see Kurt kneeling right at his side, and he wanted to laugh out loud because the teacher was checking his pulse as if he was dying.

"Oh my god, are you okay? Please say something! Don't die on me! I would never forgive myself if you-"

"Kurt," Blaine rasped, smiling weakly. "I'm fine, no harm done. And I'm most certainly not dead."

"Daddy?"

They both look up to see Kelly at the door, sucking her thumb and Captain America clutched tightly in her arms.

"Kelly, you're supposed to be in bed," Kurt said.

"But is daddy okay?" she asked, " and I heard a thump."

"That was your father," Kurt explained. "He fell. But he's fine. Right, Blaine?"

Blaine confirmed by raising an arm and putting a thumbs up in the air. "Yep, I'm okay now."

"I think you should go back to bed, Kelly," Kurt suggested to her. "It's late, and you have school tomorrow. I need to make sure you're wide awake and not tired for tomorrow, and I need to make sure that your father here is okay."

"Okay." Kelly disappeared with a suspicious scowl, curious as to what really happened opposed to what she was informed of by Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine began to sit up with some assistance from Kurt, and was leaning against the teacher's hand, which was resting against his lower back to hold him up for support. "Blaine, I think we should… turn in for the night as well."

Blaine nodded solemnly in agreement, his heart sinking at the subtle hint of denying him, but hoisted himself back up to his feet without any help from Kurt. "Alright. Goodnight, Kurt."

Before he could pivot on the heel of his foot and go back to his own bedroom (alone, he mentally added to himself in frustration), Kurt leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek softly and a little hesitantly. "Goodnight, Blaine."

After that, with the tingling feeling of Kurt's lips implanted on the skin of his cheek (and the lingering taste of mint from Kurt on his lips), it was difficult to leave the room. In the end, he did, trudging to his own and collapsing carelessly right onto the bed. His brain buzzed at every second that occurred this night, and the last thought that ran in through his brain was the intimate moment between him and Kurt Hummel sharing their first kiss together.

It might not be their last.