AN: I decided to go back in time and add a chapter from an earlier age. So, here's Sam, age 5.
"Kurt, I got a call from the adoption agency today." Blaine calmly stated before dinner one night. "Sam's birth mother wants to meet her."
"Won't that confuse her?"
"I don't think so. I believe she's old enough to understand."
"How old is her mom?"
"She was 16 when she had Sam, so she'd be 19 now."
"What if she tries to take Sam or something?"
"We'd be there the entire time, it won't happen."
"What if Sam likes her better than us?"
"She won't! Stop worrying, Kurt!"
"Fine. If Sam says it's okay, they can meet."
That night at dinner, Kurt and Blaine talked to Sam about meeting her birth mom.
"Sammy, do you remember how somebody gave you to us after you were born, because they loved you so much?" Sam nodded. "The woman called us. Her name is Grace, and she wants to meet you. Would that be okay?" Sam looked puzzled for a moment, until she finally responded with a nod.
Two weeks later, Sam, Kurt, and Blaine were seated in the living room of their apartment, awaiting the arrival of Sam's biological mother. Sam was wearing a hot pink jumper, with green and blue striped tights, and a light pink sweater (She had obviously dressed herself today). Her hair was pulled back into two pig tails, with a green ribbon tied in one, and a pink ribbon tied in the other. There was a load booming on the door. Kurt immediately got up and let in the woman. Sam's hair was obviously inherited from this woman, who had the same wavy, auburn hair.
"Sammy! You're so big! I'm Grace, I'm your mommy." Sam, who was currently hiding behind her dad's leg, waved half-heartedly.
"I'm sorry. Sam's a little bit shy around new people." Blaine said, as he reached down and scooped up his daughter. "Samantha, please say hi."
"Hi." Sam smiled a very fake smile.
"Can I hold you, Sam?" Sam nodded, causing Grace to walk over and bring Sam into her arms.
"How have you been, Grace?" Blaine asked, hoping to break the awkward silence that had developed in the room.
"I've been good. I just started taking some classes at Hudson University, and I'm hoping to get a degree in primary education. I want to be a elementary school teacher."
"Oh! Very nice!"
"Now, Sammy, do you like to sing?" Sam nodded again. "Because I've always loved singing, and I know that your father's are both very musical. Will you sing for me?" Sam looked at her fathers for reassurance. Kurt and Blaine both nodded 'go ahead.' Grace set Sam down, and the little girl ran over to tug on Kurt's shirt.
"Daddy, will you play piano for me?"
"Sure, princess. What song?" Sam whispered something in Kurt's ear before he walked over to the piano. The intro began to play, as Sam opened her mouth to sing.
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if your even there
I don't know if you will listen
To my humble prayer
They tell me I am just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still, I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
The poor and unlucky they look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
The poor and unlucky
The week and the odd
I thought we all were
The children of god
Sam finished singing, and took a little bow.
"That was amazing, sweetie!" Grace exclaimed, as she hugged her daughter.
"Oh! That reminds me! I brought you a present!" Grace reached into her coat to get a small, pink parcel. Sam sat down on the couch to open the gift. After ripping apart the pink wrapping, Sam discovered a green and purple rabbit. It had little patches sewn on in several places. A light pink ribbon, which was the same color as the rabbit's satin ears, was tied around the rabbit's neck.
"I had a rabbit just like it when I was little, so when I saw it in the store, I thought it would be perfect. Do you like it?" Sam replied with a nod.
"Samantha Carole, where are your manners? What do you say when someone gets you a present?" Blaine admonished.
"Thank you." Sam said, still looking at her feet. Noticing Sam's discomfort, Kurt interjected.
"Now, for dinner, I made chicken breast with a spinach filling. Is that okay? I remember that you were a vegetarian five years ago, so I also got a tofu chicken."
"That's great, thank you." Grace replied.
"Sammy, can you help me in the kitchen for a second?" Sam quickly joined Kurt in the kitchen.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but I don't want to live with her!" Sam burst into tears. Kurt began to laugh. "It's not funny, Daddy!"
"Sammy, she's just visiting you. You're still living with us."
"But she said that she was my mommy! Auntie Rachel is Chris's mommy and they live together!"
"Yes, and that's how it works in a lot of families, but our family is different. You're going to live with Dad and I until you're all grown up. Maybe Grace will visit every once in a while, but Dad and I are you're parents. It's not better or worse, Sammy. It's just a little different from most people." Kurt picked up his little girl in his arms, and began to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Is different bad, Daddy?"
Kurt placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "Princess, being different is the best thing in the entire world."