"Where's my beautiful boys?" Kurt calls happily, as he opens the apartment door. "Who's got kisses?"

He kicks off his shoes and walks into the living room, fully expecting to be bombarded by Danny and Blaine, but he draws up short.

"Oh. Hi dad. We don't usually see you on Wednesday." He leans over the back of the couch and kisses his dad's cheek, and then he notices how pale and shaken Blaine looks, curled up in the armchair.

"What's up? Where's Danny? Is he okay?"

"He's fine," Burt says quickly. "He's completely fine. He's in his room watching a movie on the iPad."

"Blaine?"

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like him doing that. I just... I needed to talk to your dad."

"You're leaving?" Kurt asks in a small voice, and he kneels down on the floor next to him. "Please don't leave me. Please."

"I'm not leaving," Blaine says, sitting up and leaning over to take his face in his hands. "Oh no, Kurt, I promise I'm not going anywhere." He kisses him gently, pressing their foreheads together. "It's just um... Trent showed up at school today."

Kurt pulls backward and scrambles to his feet, one hand fluttering up to cover his mouth. "W-what? What did you just... Trent? Trent?"

"Yeah."

"Danny... Did he...?"

"No. He didn't see him. He tried to. He claimed he'd spoken with you before you went to work. I told him he couldn't have, and kinda spilled to everyone that we're together. But that's not important right now."

"Dad?"

"Blaine came right to me," Burt says gently. Getting to his feet, he places a hand on his son's shoulder. "I think we need to talk this through, decide what the hell to do."

"My boy," Kurt chokes out. "I need to see my boy."

He stumbles blindly down the hallway, and crashes into Danny's room, who looks up in surprise and pulls his headphones off. "Daddy! Blaine did let me watch the Incredibles."

"That's nice baby," Kurt says, trying desperately not to cry, but it's futile. He wraps himself around Danny, and breaks down completely, sobbing as he holds him close. "I love you," he cries. "Oh Danny, I love you so much, so, so much."

"Daddy? What's goin on?" He wriggles around, trying to see Kurt's face. "Blaine? Grandpa? Daddy's crying!" he bellows. "I don't like it!"

Blaine runs in, followed by Burt, who firmly takes his son into his arms and leaves Blaine to pick Danny up. "It's okay. Daddy heard some news and got upset," he says, as Burt leads Kurt away. "Come on. Give me a cuddle. Daddy just needs a moment."

He sits in the bed and cuddles Danny close, wondering how he's ever supposed to deal with this himself, let alone trying to help Danny and Kurt through it all.

Danny sits quietly, as a string of memories come flooding back. His daddy, screaming and yelling at Marcus, pushing him out of the door and slamming it shut. He remembers how he was shaking, as he held Danny close and promised him they would be okay. He remembers waking up in the night, and hearing his daddy crying hard, on the phone to grandpa and saying he couldn't do this anymore, and he remembers his daddy sliding down the door of their New York apartment, holding his head in his hands and crying hard.

"It's like when Marcus did go away," he says quietly, then looks fearfully at Blaine. "Are you going away?"

"No," Blaine says firmly. "Never, I swear."

"Because I would cry forever, just like daddy is crying now."

"Danny, my gorgeous boy, I promise you I will never leave you."

"What if daddy makes you go away though? He made Marcus go. But I didn't like him anyway. Is that why he's crying? Because he's making you go away?"

"No, no, not at all." Blaine soothes, kissing into his hair. He hopes and prays he's right, but he can't escape the sickening feeling that Kurt could well decide to give Trent another chance. "You know what I think we should do? I think that you and I should go pick up some food somewhere, while daddy dries his tears, then we can have dinner with grandpa before he goes home. What do you say?"

Danny nods, and Blaine feels a stab of anguish when there's none of his usual excitement at the thought of getting take out. He finds Kurt in the living room, and gets the same deadpan response when he tells him the plan.

Danny is silent the whole trip, and just shrugs when Blaine asks if he wants a cheeseburger or chicken nuggets for his happy meal.

"It'll be okay," he says, as they drive home with the food. "You wait, when we get home daddy will feel much better."

"Hmm. Why did he cry?"

"He heard some bad news."

"What bad news?"

"Um... someone wanted to see him, and daddy doesn't want to see that person, so he got upset. It's okay though."

"Marcus? Not Marcus!"

"No, not Marcus. Just someone who's a bit of a pain. You know, like Jacob's mommy."

He flicks his gaze to the rear view mirror, happy to see the small trace of a smile cross Danny's face.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love my daddy?"

"Danny, I love you and your daddy more than anyone or anything. You're both so precious to me."

"Cause you did tell me once that sometimes we should keep precious things for just us, and not share it with people because then it's not precious anymore."

"Well yes, but..."

"And then you said to Mrs Monroe that you telled the whole school."

"Um, well, yes I did. It kinda works both ways."

"Like how?"

"Like... it's nice to have things that are just for us. It's really exciting and fun, but actually, I love you two so much that I kinda want the whole world to know how lucky I am to have you in my life. I'm really proud. I feel blessed that I get to tuck you into bed at night, and that I wake up next to your daddy, and I get kisses from you both. I don't want the whole world to know about all the special memories we make. I'm not about to tell everyone about that time the three of us watched Cinderella together, or how we sometimes bake cookies, because they're our memories to treasure, but I do want everyone to know that I love you."

"So I can tell people too?"

"You absolutely can. You just have to be prepared that some people might not like it a whole lot."

"My friends? What do I do then?"

"You find me, and I'll take care of it."

"Is it because you're gay too? Like daddy?"

Blaine almost laughs out loud, but stops himself just in time. It had never occurred to him that Danny hadn't quite comprehended that he would be gay too. "Yes I am."

"Oh. I wondered if you were, or if you were like Tracy."

"Who's Tracy and what is she...or he?"

"Tracy used to sit me sometimes in New York. She had a girlfriend, but sometimes she would have a boyfriend."

"Ah, okay. No. I just have boyfriends. Well, one boyfriend now."

"Forever?"

"Yep," Blaine says with a smile. He pulls up at the apartment, and cuts the engine, turning around to look at him. "I'm never going to have another boyfriend, just your daddy."

"That's nice," Danny decides. "I hope that daddy only has you for a boyfriend too."

"Right," Blaine says, his happy feeling fading fast. "Yes. I hope that too."

Somehow they all force themselves through dinner, and Kurt even manages to join in with the conversation, as if nothing were amiss. Danny seems happy enough now that Kurt has stopped crying, and heads to bed shortly after they've eaten, very pleased that he's escaped bathtime.

"So dad told me everything," Kurt says, once Burt has taken his leave. "It's all just one big fucking disaster."

"Yeah, I know."

"You just told our secret to all the kindergarten parents," Kurt carries on. "And now the whole school will know. Four weeks, Blaine. Four weeks until the end of the year, and you did that? I don't get it."

"Uh... I think you're kinda missing the point here," Blaine says in surprise. He takes his glass of wine, and goes into the living room, where Kurt joins him on the couch. "That's like...the least of our worries."

"What? How can you say that? My son is now going to be alienated, and his final few weeks of kindergarten will be a misery, because you couldn't keep your mouth shut!"

"Woah! That's uncalled for. It wasn't like I was planning on announcing it like that, Trent goaded me into it."

"So you walk away!"

"I couldn't walk away," Blaine cries. "I was scared he would see Danny, know who he is, and call out to him or something! I didn't want him announcing himself before you'd had a chance to talk to Danny first. He was trying to make out like you'd given him permission to visit the school, and I just said there was no way that was the case."

"So why couldn't you have left it there?"

"Because he said he'd seen you that morning, before work. He implied you'd spent the night together, and I knew I could tear his argument down, so I said you'd woken up in my bed, where you'd been for the last seven months, and where you'll be for the rest of our lives."

"You'll be fucking lucky at this rate."

"Don't make this ugly, Kurt," Blaine says as calmly as he can. "You're not that type of person. I never imagined all the parents would be waiting to pick up their kids. Time hadn't even occurred to me. I was angry, upset and completely terrified. He asked if I was fucking you. He made it sound ugly, dirty, and I told him no. I said that I'm deeply in love with you, and that we're raising Danny together. I also said that I've been more of a father to him in these few months than he's been in six years."

"But you're not his father!" Kurt shouts loudly. "He is! And now I've gotta decide what the hell I'm gonna do, not only about telling Danny, or letting Trent see him, but all this shitty situation that you've now caused at school!"

"Oh here we go again," Blaine cries, losing his temper. "Daily reminder that I'm not Danny's dad. Never quite good enough, not up to standard. Sure, I'm okay to look after him, provide a home for him, feed him, love him, TEACH HIM, but god forbid I ever try and be a dad to him."

"That's not..."

"Then what are you saying, Kurt? You seem to be blaming this entirely on me. Tell me, what was I supposed to do? Show him into the class? Call Danny to the front and say 'this is your other dad, now off you go'?"

"No!"

"I'm doing my absolute best, Kurt. I've never loved anyone like you. I've never lived with anyone who has a child, I've never done anything like this. I've never been a...a...not a step dad. Whatever the hell it is that I'm supposed to be. I'm just trying to blindly stumble through and hope I don't fuck it all up entirely. I'm sorry I let it slip about us, but I promised you, and I've promised Danny, that I will keep him safe. You say I'm not his dad, and no, I'm not, I get that, but please never underestimate how much I love him. When Trent showed up, I was gripped with panic and fear. I am terrified, Kurt, that somehow I'll end up losing not only you, but Danny as well, and where would I be then? I can't ask for access to him if we break up. I have no rights because, as you're always so happy to point out, I'm not his father!"

"We're not breaking up! I'm not leaving you over this! Blaine I would never... I love you," he says, softening somewhat. "And I'm scared too," he admits as his voice cracks. "I don't know what to do, about any of it."

They fall into each other's arms, crying freely, both letting all their feelings manifest themselves in gasping sobs, as they clutch at each other, until things slowly subside. "I don't want to lose my baby," Kurt says into Blaine's neck. "I'm worried Trent will want to fight for access, and I don't have the money for a fight, Blaine, I just don't."

"No one will take him, I promise," Blaine says, sniffing and wiping at his eyes. "And if he wants to get lawyers involved then... then I have savings we can use. We'll fight."

"I just don't know what to do. I feel like a bastard to just tell Trent he can't see Danny at all, but the way he tracked us down? Turned up at his school? It freaks me out. Completely scares me, because I don't know why he would do that after that initial email he sent. I don't get it. Surely if he had just been thinking about things and wanted to see him, he'd email me again and ask? Wouldn't you?"

"No, because I wouldn't have left in the first place."

"Oh come on, Blaine."

"I wouldn't! If I'd held Danny as a newborn, I'd have fallen in love with him immediately, just like you did. Heaven knows I'm in love with him enough as it is. And if we'd decided to have a child together, even if we hadn't worked out, I wouldn't have abandoned my kid. I would have worked to a shared custody agreement or something. He walked out on you and never looked back. He sends one lousy email, and then shows up trying to see Danny without your knowledge or consent? I don't think you should let him near him."

"Do I tell Danny?"

"I want to say no," Blaine admits. "But I think you have to. At some point in his life he will question how he came to be, and if he wanted to try and contact Trent then, and found out you'd kept all this from him, I think the fallout could be huge, and I wouldn't want that for either of you."

"What if he asks to see him now?"

"You have to decide if you'll allow that."

"What do you think?"

"I think," Blaine takes a deep breath, and looks Kurt right in the eye. "I think you need to make that decision, because you're his father."

"What? I can't decide stuff like that on my own!"

"Ask your dad then."

"But I don't want to ask my dad," Kurt moans. "I mean, I value his input and advice, but I want to know your thoughts on it all too."

"Why? It makes no difference, Kurt. I'm not Danny's dad, it's not for me to say."

Kurt falls back against the couch with a heavy sigh. He knows he's not really got a leg to stand on, after the way he raged against Blaine. Even so, he finds himself wishing Blaine will step up. "Will you just tell Danny with me? Please?"

"I'll be there," Blaine says stiffly. "Because I love you and I wouldn't want you to go through that alone, but I'm not having any input. It works both ways, Kurt."

"We're supposed to be together."

"Then decide what that means," Blaine pleads. He gets to his feet, collecting their glasses and heading into the kitchen before returning. "I can't keep doing this, Kurt. You talk of a future together, yet you won't commit to it. You tell me I'm not Danny's dad, I'm not allowed to save money for his college education, or play an equal part in his upbringing, yet you want me to sit down with you and tell him about Trent. What happens if he wants to see him? Am I entitled to feel jealous and upset, or will I have to keep it hidden? What happens at school tomorrow, when the inevitable questions start? Am I allowed to defend us, and our relationship? Am I allowed to publicly declare that I love Danny like he was my own, or do I need to add on the end that I'm not and never will be his father, I'm just used as you see fit?"

"I am not using you!" Kurt cries. "I'm not! I'm just the same as you, Blaine, trying to find my way in all this. Trying not to let past mistakes ruin all we have now. Trying to let go of all my hang ups and just be with you."

"You're not just like me though," Blaine says sadly. "Because the difference is, I keep you and Danny at the center of all I do, whereas I think you only focus on yourself and Danny, a throwback to when it was just the two of you, and I thought it was the three of us now."

"Blaine..."

"I'm going to bed."

"It's nine thirty."

"I know."

After an hour, Kurt arrives in bed, curling around Blaine in the darkness, and kissing his shoulder. Not a word is spoken, but Blaine wriggles backward slightly, pressing himself close to Kurt's chest, and pulls his arm around his waist, lacing their fingers together and holding him tight.

Kurt kisses his shoulder again, and then the back of his neck. Blaine gives a soft sigh, and Kurt feels him relax an infinitesimal amount. Hooking his leg over his thigh, Kurt gently runs their joined fingers along the waistband of Blaine's pajama pants, feeling his stomach muscles flutter in pleasure. He dares to move a little lower, palming over his cock through the fabric, feeling him swell into his hand.

When he's hard and aching, desperate for more, Blaine turns over, flipping Kurt onto his back, and claiming his lips in a searing kiss. Kurt opens his legs willingly, whimpering when Blaine grinds against him, before fumbling to get them both out of their pants.

Blaine's touch is firm, commanding, as his hands and lips trail over Kurt's body. He takes him in his mouth, his hands firmly gripping his hips and holding him in place.

Kurt lets Blaine take control, knowing this is what they both need right now. He wishes he could see his way to letting Blaine take control of his life too, or at least share in it fully, but somehow he can't.

He moans long and low when Blaine enters him, burying as deep as he can, before taking up a slow pace with long, driving thrusts. He buries his head into Kurt's neck, marking him there, and figuring he'll take the disgruntled complaints when Kurt notices.

For his part, Kurt rises up, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist, locking his arms around his neck, and moaning loudly. He arches his neck, welcoming the feel of Blaine's teeth scraping over his throat, as he seems to tear him open with his thrusts.

Their lovemaking is intense, angry, yet filled with love, affection, and a desire to be together and share in this moment. Blaine comes first, clutching Kurt close to him, who digs his nails into his back, and draws them down the length of his spine. He works a hand between them, quickly bringing Kurt to orgasm, and feeling a thrill of satisfaction when he falls back on the bed, exhausted.

"I love you," Blaine murmurs, kissing his cheeks. "I love you so much."

Kurt opens his eyes, still dazed and riding high. "Love you too. Oh, hey," he says when he notices the tears in Blaine's eyes. "Come on. We'll be okay, I promise you. We will."

Blaine nods, pulling out and rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "I need you as much as you need me," he says sadly. "Possibly even more. Please remember that."

He still diligently cleans Kurt's stomach for him like always, and kisses there, briefly resting his head for Kurt to play with his hair. They take turns using the bathroom, and Kurt returns to clean sheets on the bed, and a pair of pajama pants waiting for him. He dresses and gets into bed, holding his arm out for Blaine to cuddle in with his head on his shoulder.

Kurt kisses into his hair, still damp and smelling of something that is uniquely Blaine, something that makes his heart fill to overflowing with love for this man. He lifts his chin gently, kissing his lips and smiling softly. "You're my whole world," Kurt whispers. "For the rest of my life, I promise I will love you."