Hello everyone, how are you all?

Now I didn't expect to start writing a multi-chapter fic again, but this idea popped into my head and I've been working on it on and off for the past few months. I'm starting Uni soon and I don't know how much free time I will have, so I've only uploaded this now because I have a series of chapters already written so I won't have to keep you all waiting.

So this story just came to me one day when I was walking home from work and I simply just had to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it,

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Warning: Minor strong language.

Daddy-Dating Prologue: Blaine Anderson.

- September 15th 2016 -

Blaine was 28 and living in a New York City apartment with his 5 year old son, Matthew. It wasn't exactly the life he'd planned for himself, but that was the cards he'd been dealt and he was okay with that.

So what he wasn't a recording artist? So what he wasn't living in LA and happily married. Instead of the life he'd wanted, he'd been given a cheating bastard and a beautiful son he loved more than life itself. It wasn't perfect. But life never was.

He supported the two of them the best way he could. He did odd gigs here and there, but he was fortunate enough to have savings from previous jobs and the money he'd inherited from his grandparents. There wasn't much time in his life for a full time job, and as much as he longed for one, it would just have to wait while they could get by.

Being a parent was a full time job in itself. That meant his every day life consisted of lullabies, the 'foo foo train' and talking dinosaurs. He didn't mind, he loved bath and story time, being able to spend so much time with his son. But when the only conversations you had were with a 5 year old boy, obsessed with bow ties and dinosaurs, it got lonely.

Sometimes he wished he had someone to share these moments with. Someone to get excited over Matthew's mini plays with, someone he could cuddle up with at night after his son had gone to bed. He wasn't complaining of course, he loved spending all day, every day with his little Prince. Sometimes it was just hard being alone.

That was about change. Not drastically. It wasn't even much of a change really, it was only Matthew's first day of school, but Blaine was worried about what he was going to do with himself. It was just him and Matthew now, he didn't have anyone else. What was he going to do during the day when he wasn't playing with his son or reading to him.

Blaine had moved from Westerville as soon as he'd turned 18 and he'd been alone since. His parents had disowned him when his sexuality came to light and only allowed him to live in their house until he was legally old enough to move out. He'd stayed at Dalton until the school year was over and hopped on the first train to New York and he'd never looked back.

He kept in touch with his friends from Dalton, the only real family (before Matthew) he had, but they all had their own lives now. Were following their own dreams. Wes was in London, David in Paris while Jeff and Nick were touring Italy. Every single one of them had stood against their parents wishes to follow their dreams, and they'd all succeeded.

Blaine was happy for them, really he was. He always felt giddy when he'd see Nick and Jeff on TV or adverts for Wes' own law firm in London. He was glad to see them achieving their dreams, but it was a kick in the gut every single time. Of course he loved Matthew, with everything he had, but he'd never had a chance at his dream and that would always haunt him.

Alright, maybe it wasn't his greatest decision to settle down at such a young age, 20 was a bit young all things considered. But he'd fallen head over heels for Andrew when they'd met at College. Blaine was lonely and he'd been perfect. He was finally happy and when they moved in together, he thought he'd never be alone again. Things were really looking up.

But 3 years into their relationship, two months into being Matthew's Dad's, Blaine walked in on his boyfriend, his child's 'Papa,' spread eagle on the floor with their neighbor. His son was crying and screaming from his cot across the room and the two were ignoring him. Too stuck in each other to pay any attention to their son or notice he'd walked in.

It was safe to say that had been the last time either of them had seen Andrew and it would be the very last. Matthew was biologically his so Andrew had no claim, thank god. But once again, he found himself alone. Of course he had Matthew, but he had no one to share his first steps with or his first words.

It was things like that people were supposed to cherish, it was sad to think that he would be the only one to ever know or care about the small things in Matthew's life. He had no one but Matthew, and now even he was leaving.

With a sigh, Blaine wiped his hands on his jeans and grabbed Matthew's lunch, slipping it into his son's little rucksack. "Come on Mattie!" he called reaching for his phone. "If we don't leave now you're gonna be late" he sang standing by the door, tapping his foot to the unknown rhythm in his head.

Less than a minute later his little Prince came running out of his room, his dark curls bouncing adorably. "Dad! I need to look good for my first day at school! Don't rush me" he said dramatically, putting up his hands before disappearing back to his room claiming he needed to change.

Blaine rolled his eyes at his sons antics, believe it or not this was a regular occurrence in the Anderson household. He had no idea where or how his son had become so obsessed, obsessed? Obsessed he nodded deciding that was the right word, about the clothes he wore and how he looked. But at the age of 5, his son was a world class Fashionista.

"Seriously Mattie! Your jeans looked awesome with your green bow tie" he called with an affectionate role of his eyes. "Now can you please get your perfectly styled butt out here so we can leave!?"

It didn't take long for his little boy to walk out, scowling in his direction, of course. "God Dad, I said I was coming didn't I?" Matthew complained as he demanded with his grabby hands that he wanted to carry his own rucksack.

Maybe Blaine should've told Matthew off for using such language, or for being so demanding, but all he could think about was dropping his son to school, and leaving him there. Everything was about to change wasn't it? "Are you sure you don't want me to carry it?" He asked gently, afraid that his son was growing up too fast.

"Dad!" Matthew groaned taking the bag as he reluctantly offered it, "I'm not a kid any more! I'm going to big school now!" Blaine grinned as he watched his son try to reach for his blazer. Of course he was too short to reach, big kid? Really? "Dad, can you please pass me my blazer please?" Matthew asked begrudgingly.

Smirking, Blaine shook his head and continued putting on his own jacket. "Nope, you're a big kid now so you can reach you're own jacket" he teased wrapping his favourite scarf around his neck. Matthew had picked it out for him for Father's day and he loved it, it was from his favourite brand 'Blackbird Beauty.' The only one he'd allow himself to wear in Matthew's presence, they were too nice.

"Dad" Matthew said putting his hand on his hip and rolling his eyes in his own adorable way. Blaine had no idea where he'd picked up that trait either, sometimes it was like this kid wasn't even his.

Blaine shook his head, "nuh-ugh. Not unless you admit you're still my little Prince and you always will be." He teased knowing Matthew would agree, not knowing it was only words. He knew, that although Mattie would always be his little Prince, he wasn't going to be around forever and that was painful to even think about.

Matthew whined and Blaine didn't even try and hide his grin. He loved winding his son up like this, it was definitely one of his favourite things to do. "Fine!" His son stomped his feet, "I'm not a big boy yet, I'm still your little Prince and I need your help. So" he sighed, "please Dad will you help me put on my blazer?"

Blaine smiled, wishing moments like this would last forever, "of course I can my little Prince. Now come here" he said helping his son into his little navy blazer with red piping. It reminded him of his Dalton Uniform, he'd tried to get Mattie to buy the plain navy one but his son had insisted.

"Thanks Dad!" He exclaimed putting his Lion King rucksack over his shoulder. When Mattie looked at him the excitement was shining in his honey coloured eyes. Blaine ran a hand through his sons curls and smiled at his expected reaction, "Dad! Don't!" He honestly had no idea why his son was so fussy about his appearance, especially when he cared so little about his own.

Laughing, he playfully shoved his son out the door as he listened to him go on about the new lunch box he'd bought with his pocket money and how he couldn't wait to show his new friends. Locking the door behind him, Blaine took Matthew's hand as they made their way to school. He was already dreading letting go, even if it was only for a few hours.

The walk to school was spent talking about Disney and his son's very cool bow tie. But as his son had decided to change they were now late. That was how Blaine found himself chasing after his overly excited son as soon as the school building was in sight. "Come on Dad!" Matthew yelled as he started running up the steps, "we're going to be late!" he exclaimed, laughing as he climbed another step.

"Well who's fault is it that we're late huh?" He teased, finally catching up with his son, the steps seemed to take the breath out of Matthew's little lungs. "You and your fashion crisis huh?" he laughed, picking up his little boy and setting him on his hip. "If you hadn't had to change not once, not twice, but four times! We wouldn't be late now, would we?" He asked, tickling his sons and loving his high pitched squeal.

"Dad" Matthew screeched until Blaine stopped tickling him, allowing the little by to catch his breath. Shaking his head Matthew said, "if I hadn't got changed all those times Dad, we wouldn't be late. But if I hadn't changed all those times, I wouldn't look this fabulous" Matthew grinned.

Blaine nodded, able to see Matthew's point, "okay. I'll give you that little man, you do look very fabulous. But, what do you have to do tomorrow?" Blaine asked, "to make sure we're not late again" he clarified at Matthew's very adorable, confused expression.

Matthew seemed to think about it for a while before he's eyes lit up. "I know!" He exclaimed with a huge smile that reminded him why he loved his life. "I will prepare the outfit tonight! That way I would've already changed lots of times this evening and be fabulous for tomorrow! Isn't that right Dad!?"

Blaine burst out laughing, that had most definitely not been the answer he'd been expecting, but one he should've predicted. His son's obsession with fashion, bow ties and his hair still is, and always will be, a mystery to him. "That's right Mattie" he smiled, kissing him on the forehead before putting him down without letting go of his hand.

They'd reached the top of the steps now and Matthew's smile only got bigger as his class got closer. "Daddy look! Those girls look exactly the same" he grinned before stopping in his tracks with a panicked, "wait!" He was just about to ask what was wrong when Matthew covered his eyes, "Dad am I seeing double?"

This time Blaine tried to refrain from laughing, he'd never seen twins before so it was a valid conclusion. Ish. "No Mattie. Those girls do look exactly the same. They're identical twins, that means they were born at the exact same time" he explained.

"That's so cool" his little Prince grinned, his gaze completely focused on the group of ever growing children. "Dad, Dad can I go now?" Matthew asked pulling on the hand he still refused to let go.

He didn't want to let him go. What was he going to do with himself now that Matthew would be gone 5 days a week? He wanted to be childish and scoop Matthew up and run home with him so they could cuddle up and watch cartoons all day, but he couldn't. "Of course you can my little Prince" he said, forcing himself to let his son go.

As soon as Blaine dropped Matthew's hand his son had wrapped both of his hands around his knee's, "I love you so much Dad" he said into his jeans. "I'm gonna miss you well lots, but tonight we'll watch cartoons and laugh as you make fun of the silly people on the TV." Pulling back Matthew looked at him with his large brown eyes, "right?"

Blaine felt his heart swell, it was moment's like this when he didn't care that he'd lost his dream because Matthew was his entire world. "That's exactly right Mattie" he said dropping to Matthew's level. "Now come here and give Dad a proper hug before you run off and leave me" he teased, holding onto his son as tight as he possibly dared, "I love you Mattie."

"I love you too Dad" Matthew smiled. "Can I go now? he asked with eager eyes, jumping up and down on the spot, clapping his hands together.

"Of course you can Mattie. Off you go" he smiled, gently shoving his son in the direction of his class. "Go have a fun day without me and I'll see you here at 3 okay?"

Matthew nodded, walking towards the large group of children, turning around just before he reached them, grinning as wide as his little face would allow. "I already can't wait Dad! See you at 3! Love you!" And with that, Matthew was immersed in his first full day of school with his first real classmates.

With a sigh, Blaine turned and made his way down the steps. He wasn't leaving yet, he couldn't. Not until he'd watched Matthew get taken into school with his classmates and teacher. But maybe some distance would allow Matthew to stop looking out for him and give him some space to deal with letting his son go.

He was leaning on the lamp post at the bottom of the steps, next to another man who was encouraging his son to go and join his classmates, he looked about Matthew's age. Watching his own son, Blaine was glad Matthew hadn't been nervous, knowing Blaine he'd have told Matthew not to worry about it and that he could always try school next year. Obviously that wouldn't have been a very good idea.

Matthew was laughing with the blonde twins and a little brunette girl who kept trying to touch his bow tie. He smiled, glad that kids at this age were open and accepting of everyone, well to some degree. At least his little boy would have fun today, that was all that mattered. Even if watching him leave felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, it would all be worth it.

This was all apart of growing up he tried to reason with himself. He might be struggling with it, secretly worrying that Matthew would mention having a gay Dad and then get picked on for it. Maybe he'd say something or do something that the others might find weird or funny, maybe the class would leave him out?

They were all possibilities, but he had to stop worrying. Matthew was braver than he was, stronger than he was. Matthew would be fine, and he knew that really. He just couldn't stop himself from worrying.

He was watching Matthew when he noticed the little boy, who's Dad was stood next to him, take off, running up the steps with an excited grin and Blaine couldn't help but wonder what his Dad has said to the little boy to have such a drastic change from the sad little boy he'd been only moments ago.

The sandy-haired boy had just made it to the rest of the group, now standing next to Matthew, when he turned and called back "I love you Daddy" in his innocent voice.

Blaine turned his head towards the boys Father who looked like he was trying, very very hard, to hide back his worry at letting his son go. "I love you too kiddo" he called back, his voice breaking "now be good and I'll see you at 3!" The man swallowed trying to hide back his emotion as his son's attention was claimed by the other blonde twin.

Blaine sighed, shoving his hands in his pocket trying to come to terms with how hard this all was. He'd never expected letting go to be this hard. Looking at the man next to him, his hands were clutched in front of his chest and his eyes were full of worry, he felt he had to say something.

He didn't know why, but he'd want someone to do the same for him. "Hard isn't it?" he said loud enough for the stranger to hear him and Blaine smiled a little when he saw the man turn his attention to him. Blaine then turned back to watch Matthew shake hands with a little red headed girl.

"It's stupid" the man said in his high, yet perfectly angelic voice. "They're the ones venturing into the unknown and we're the ones struggling with letting go." Blaine looked to the man who was smiling and shaking his head, "ridiculous."

It was weird, but Blaine was positive he'd seen this man before, he just couldn't picture where. Maybe at one of the taster days or something? He couldn't figure it out because he was sure he would've remembered coming across someone this beautiful.

Shaking his head Blaine decided to respond before the man could consider him rude. "Ah" he said turning back to his son who was jumping up and down. "They're braver than they look those little guys. Us grown ups are all wimps, that's all" he laughed and was glad to see the man smile. It was true, those little kids would be willing to take on an army, while all the adults would run into hiding.

The two went silent, watching the teacher do a head count before they were getting ready to head inside. Matthew waved at him energetically, his whole body moving side to side and his grin as big as his face. Blaine smiled, waving in return before shooing his son to follow the rest of the class inside.

Blaine continued to stare at the now empty doorway, unsure of what his plans would be now. What would he do with his days now that he didn't have his son to look after? He looked to the other man who looked as if he was about to say something when his phone went off. "Sorry" he smiled apologetically as he gestured to his phone.

"That's cool" Blaine grinned, waving him off unsure why the other man felt the need to apologise in the first place. "I'll probably be seeing you again. 3 o 'clock, same place? Awesome" he said winking and then hating himself for it. He was never any good around other attractive men.

The beautiful man laughed before answering his phone and it was with a sigh that Blaine turned and forced himself to head on home. He was sure he'd think of something to do in the fifteen minute walk back to the place that was their home.

By the time he made his way through his front door, he'd decided that maybe it was about time to start working on his dream again. With Matthew being at school 6 hours a day, 5 days a week, maybe he could find time to write again. He wouldn't get out in the world anytime soon, but maybe song writing would be the first step in the right direction.

After making himself a coffee, he grabbed his guitar and notepad from his room before setting an alarm for half past 2. He'd never forgive himself if he was late picking Matthew up from school. Satisfied with the four alarms he set, he turned to his guitar and carelessly strummed. Smiling, Blaine found a melody forming in his head already.