Firstly, thank you guys so much for all the love, it's been really difficult these last few weeks, and you guys have been so great and understanding. I was really happy to see that you guys had great Christmas. Thank you, love y'all 3!

Secondly, this is seriously just a fluff/filler chapter while I try to regain the ideas of where my story is going after apparently forgetting them in mu accident. I am really, really, really sorry that I haven't updated in a while.

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Ashlynne is quiet as she lays on the soft couch cushions wrapped in a warm blanket. It's probably the warmest, cleanest, nicest makeshift bed she's slept in these past six months, and the realization is heartbreaking. She knows that she's been through far more than any other girl her age. After all, most sixteen year olds don't have to pay rent, bills, and still manage to stay alive in New York City while living alone. Then again, most teenagers her age don't have her past.

''Kurt! Kurt, wake up!'' A shake to Kurt's shoulders follow these words, but he simply rolls over.

''Kurt! I'm serious!'' Another rough shake to his shoulder has Kurt opening his eyes to stare blearily at the alarm clock.

''Blaine, what on Earth could be so important that you feel the need to wake me up at five 'o clock in the morning on my day off?!''

''Just trust me, you will be perfectly okay with it when I explain everything!'' Blaine protests, a wide smile taking over his features. His wild, untamed curls are beyond recognition, and the blush covering his cheeks almost has Kurt forgiving Blaine for waking him up at an ungodly hour.

''Give me your hand!'' Blaine says urgently, the dopey smile still on his face.

''Seriously?'' Kurt asks incredulously, ''You woke me up because you want to hold my hand?''

''Kurt, just, give me your hand, okay?''

''Whatever.'' Kurt relents, and reaches over to take Blaine's hand, only to have it gently laid on the small swell of Blaine's stomach. ''Blaine, what-''

''Shh, just give it a minute.'' Blaine cuts Kurt off.

A few seconds pass in silence, and Kurt is about to ask Blaine exactly what's going on when he feels it. A little movement against his hand resting on Blaine's abdomen, as if a small being kicked against it from the inside.

''Was that-'' Kurt starts, but falls silent once more when another kick is pressed against his hand.

''Yeah.'' Blaine smiles, and nods, tears of joy forming in his eyes.

''Wow.'' Kurt breaths, and rubs his hand over the spot where the baby, their precious little baby, growing in Blaine's stomach kicked.

''I know.'' Blaine responds simply.

No words are exchanged after that, only sweet smiles, and gentle caresses. The couple lie back down, and fall asleep with their hands intertwined over the gentle slope of Blaine's stomach, sheltering the perfect little baby nestled inside.

The morning arrives all to quickly for Kurt and Blaine's liking as it means the difficult and unavoidable conversation with Ashlynne is approaching fast.

''I'll go start breakfast, you go wake Ashlynne up.'' Kurt suggests as he makes the bed.

''Ok, hopefully she isn't a stereotypical teenager who can sleep through train wrecks.'' Blaine jokes, before heading off to the living room to wake up said teenager. However, upon arrival, Blaine only finds a couch with a rumpled blanket and pillow on it, but no Ashlynne.

''Maybe she went to the bathroom.'' Kurt suggests as he notices the absence of the young girl.

Blaine nods in agreement, and is about to respond when a strange smell captures his attention. ''Do you smell that?'' He asks Kurt.

Kurt sniffs the air experimentally, and nods, saying, ''It smells like it's coming from the kitchen.''

The pair cautiously walk towards the kitchen door, pausing to exchange a glance before throwing the door open.

The scene found inside is quite comical. There's Ashlynne, who's covered head to toe in flour mind you, standing at the sink hosing down a frying pan that so hot the iron sizzles when the water hits it, and a pile of badly burnt pancakes are sitting next to her on the counter, clearly on their way to the trashcan.

''Um, Ashlynne?'' Kurt questions.

Apparently, his voice startles her because she whirls around to face them, dropping the frying pan on the floor in her haste, and causing water to sling all over the three of them.

''Oh, hi guys! I, um, made breakfast?'' The sixteen year old offers up a nervous smile, a small blush coloring her cheeks.

Kurt and Blaine's resolve crumbles, and the pair double over in laughter at the sight of the vivacious teenager making a mess of their kitchen.

''Thank you, Ashlynne, but Blaine and I can handle it.'' Kurt says kindly, laughter still prominent in his voice.

The teenager nods, blush still covering her cheeks. Blaine simply continues to laugh.

An hour later the kitchen, and Ashlynne for that matter, are both clean, and the three are sitting at the table eating pancakes that, thankfully, Kurt made.

Well, I gave you guys some Klaine fluff, and added some more characterization for Ashlynne, I think that's pretty good for a chapter that has literally no point in existing. The next chapter will more likely than not be Ashlynne's back story.

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