Age 12
"Dad! Auntie Rachel is not answering her phone!" Sam called out from her bedroom one day.
"She's probably at rehersal. What do you need?"
"Uhhhhh…." Sam's face turned bright red.
"Oh god, it's not about a guy is it?"
"No, it's not."
"Or a girl, Sammy, we wouldn't care."
"Ewwww! No, Dad!"
"Then what is it?" Blaine said, frustration showing in his voice.
"I have a…woman problem." Sam almost whispered, looking at her feet.
"Sammy, you know you can talk to me about anything."
"I got my…the thing at the end of a sentence."
"Oh. Do you have the stuff for it?"
"No, that's why I needed Rachel. "
"Shit. Oh crap, Sam, you never heard me say that! So, I guess you need some stuff."
"I would guess so."
"Do you know what to get?"
"Kind of. Not specifically."
"So, what should we do?"
"I think we need to go to the store."
"Where is your daddy at times like this?"
"I have no idea." 20 minutes later, Sam and Blaine stood in the feminine hygiene section of the store, staring at the vast selection of products in front of them.
"Which one do we get?" Blaine asked, confused. Sam quickly grabbed a box of pads and began walking away.
"I'll figure that part out later." Blaine chuckled. "Can we not tell Daddy about this?"
"Sammy, we kind of have to."
"But he's so overprotective! I hugged Alex the other day, and he flipped out. He's going to start freaking out over me 'becoming a woman' then launch into a really awkward talk about the female reproductive system, then bake me a cake with some witty saying on it."
"Fine. Your body, your choice, but I think you should tell him."
"I'll think about it. Thanks for not flipping out, Dad."
"No problem, princess." That night at dinner, Sam stood up and said she had an announcement.
"So, Dad already knows this and he insisted that I tell you, so here I go. Daddy, please don't freak but I got my period today." Kurt stood up and squealed.
"Oh my god! My little girl is becoming a woman! Do you have any questions, Sammy? The talk with Rachel was, like, 2 years ago. Oh, I should bake a cake!"