So, my laptop is broken and I have to type everything up on my phone, so please excuse my late updates (its really painful to write 2k words over the span of a few days, let alone in one sitting...my thumbs hurt). I also have no word count so if I suddenly start posting really long or short chapters you know why! Enjoy, and please review!
"I'm just saying," Blaine said as they entered Kurt's apartment one afternoon, throwing his bag on the floor and shrugging his jacket off. "If you're going to work in a restaurant, don't act like a moody bitch."
"Woah," Kurt laughed, pulling Blaine down onto the sofa and massaging his shoulders a little. "What's got you in such a bad mood?"
When Blaine got out of the hospital, Kurt had gotten Ryan to babysit Cleo for the night and they'd had dinner at Kurt's apartment before sitting together and talking about, well, everything. They talked about their past relationships and their fears of getting into a new relationship - especially with someone who meant so much to them. They'd agreed that no matter what happened - if someone got uncomfortable or scared, or if they had a fight - they would always make sure they talked to each other about it instead of running away.
"My parents," Blaine sighed. "They're flying out to New York for an entire week, and I'm half tempted to go find a cliff to jump off of instead of spending a week with them."
"Surely they're not that bad?" Kurt asked.
Blaine snorted. "Oh just you wait. I can guarantee you they won't be happy about us dating."
"So?" Kurt asked, causing Blaine to raise an eyebrow in reply. "I'm serious. You're an adult, Blaine. They can't control your life anymore."
"I know," Blaine said. "I know, I'd just rather them not be here. At least Cooper will be with them, I guess."
"I'm sure it'll be fine," Kurt said, kissing him on the forehead.
"I hope so," Blaine sighed.
"Are you sure that's all that's wrong?" Kurt asked. "You look really bummed out."
Blaine smiled sadly. "Yeah, it's just been a really long week," he said, leaning back against the sofa. "I'm exhausted."
"Can I do anything to make you feel better?"
"Kiss me?" Blaine suggested with a smile.
Kurt grinned a little, leaning down to press his lips to Blaine's.
"Having Cleo in playgroup all day is really convenient sometimes," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips.
"Oh yeah?" Blaine teased. "And why is that?"
Kurt pushed Blaine down by his shoulders until he was lying horizontally along the sofa, reattaching their lips.
"Because," he said in-between kisses. "Now we can stay right here, and we don't have to worry about my two year old walking in on something that would scar her for the rest of her life."
Blaine laughed loudly. "Yeah, let's not ever get ourselves into that situation, please."
"Wasn't planning on it." Kurt chuckled, silencing any other reply Blaine may have had with another kiss.
Blaine's family arrived a few days later, and he'd invited them over to Kurt's house for dinner. Kurt had pointed out that his apartment was much bigger and it'd be easier to accommodate both of Blaine's parents, and Cooper, his wife and daughter, and...well, Blaine had been far too anxious to argue.
"Uncle Blaine!" Was the first thing that Blaine and Kurt heard when they opened the door, a small child throwing herself towards Blaine.
"Woah," Blaine laughed, lifting her up into his arms. "How much sugar have you had today, missy?"
She giggled loudly, leaning her head against Blaine's.
"Hi Cooper, how are you? Oh, I'm fine thanks, Blaine. I missed you too." Cooper mocked as they entered the apartment.
"Don't be jealous," a woman - who appeared to be his wife - laughed. "You know she's everybody's favourite."
"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed. "Kurt, this is my mom, my dad, Cooper - my brother - and his wife, Lucy. And this little devil," he said, tickling the little girl in his arms. "Is Zoe."
"It's nice to meet you all," Kurt smiled, about to continue when he heard a loud 'uh-oh!' come from Cleo's bedroom.
"Daddy!" She called, running out into the living room, a huge splat of yellow paint down the front of her blue dress. "I gotted the paint on me."
"Cleo," Kurt sighed, making his way over to the two year old and kneeling down. "I told you to be careful, baby."
"I gotted it on the floor as well," she admitted guiltily.
Kurt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, let's just get you out of this dress and then we'll try and clean up the floor."
He stood back up and held his hand out for Cleo, cringing a little when his hand got covered in sticky yellow paint. He took her into her bedroom and got her out of her dress, being careful not to get paint anywhere else.
"Do you need any help?" Blaine asked a moment later, peeping his head around the door.
"Can you take this into the kitchen before I make an even bigger mess, please?" Kurt asked, holding out the dress.
"Sure," Blaine smiled, taking the dress from Kurt. "Do you want me to try and clean it, or?"
"If you don't mind," Kurt replied.
"Of course not," Blaine said, kissing Kurt briefly before making his way to the kitchen.
Kurt got Cleo changed into some clean clothes before kneeling down on the floor, moving her paints out of the way and staring at the stain on the floor. He let out a groan, rubbing his hands over his face.
"Daddy mad at me?" Cleo asked, a sad expression on her face.
Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "No, baby," he said, lifting the two year old up and sitting her on his lap, hugging her tightly. "I'm not mad at you, I promise. You just need to be more careful with your paints in future, okay?"
Cleo nodded. "Sorry daddy."
"It's okay, baby girl," Kurt said, smiling as he kissed the top of her head. "Can you go and get Blaine for me, please?"
Cleo grinned and nodded, jumping off of Kurt's lap and running out of the room, shouting Blaine's name.
Blaine ended up being all but dragged to Cleo's room by the two year old, causing him to laugh adoringly as he tried to keep up with her little, but speedy, legs.
"Do you have any idea how to get clean this carpet without staining it?" Kurt asked almost desperately.
"Um..."
"I can do it if you like?" Blaine's mom interrupted, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
"I, uh...if you don't mind?" Kurt said, looking between Blaine and his mother.
"Of course not," she replied, taking Kurt's place on the floor.
About half an hour, and several cleaning products, later, the carpet looked as good as new and everyone was making their way into the kitchen for dinner, only it was extremely difficult to get Cleo to sit in her highchair.
"Daddy, no!" Cleo whined, grasping tightly onto Kurt's shoulders and resisting going into the highchair as much as possible.
"Cleo," Kurt groaned. "The sooner you sit in your chair, the sooner you can get out of it."
"No!" Cleo shouted, bursting into tears.
Kurt let out a frustrated sigh. "Excuse me," he said, exiting the room to take Cleo to her bedroom.
"Aren't you going to help?" Blaine's mom asked once Kurt was gone.
"Mom, don't," Cooper sighed.
"I'm serious," Blaine's mom said. "Blaine needs to know that if he's going to get into this relationship then he has to be prepared to be a father to that little girl."
"She's not my child," Blaine said quietly, pushing his food around with his fork. "Kurt and I discussed that and he said he doesn't expect me to try and be a dad to her, especially this early in our relationship."
"You can't have a relationship with the man and act like his daughter doesn't exist, Blaine."
"Mom!" Cooper exclaimed. "Stop trying to live his life for him."
Mrs Anderson didn't have any time to reply as they saw Kurt leaving Cleo's room, the teary eyed two year old clutching his hand tightly.
"I'm sorry, I -" Kurt stopped mid sentence as Blaine stood up from his seat and ran out of the apartment.
"Well done," Cooper muttered, standing up. "I'll talk to him." He said, more to Kurt than anyone else.
Cooper found Blaine sitting on the steps outside Kurt's apartment, his head buried in his hands.
"You okay, Squirt?" Cooper asked, sitting down next to Blaine's and placing a hand on his back.
Blaine sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "She's right," he said simply. "I can't be with Kurt and ignore the fact that he has a baby."
"You also don't have to become her father," Cooper countered. "Nobody should push you into doing something you're not ready for, and you're better off waiting to become really involved in her life than jumping into it all and resenting her for it a few years down the line."
"What if I'm never ready?" Blaine asked, looking at Cooper with tears in his eyes.
"You will be," Cooper said. "God only knows I was petrified when I found out we were having Zoe, and now she's my entire world."
"But what if I'm not? Its not fair to lead Kurt along on the promise of...what? I may be ready to be a father to Cleo one day? I can't do that to him."
"Blaine, don't do this. If you break up with him, you're not only losing to mom and dad, you're losing somebody who looks at you like you're the sun and the moon. That's something I never saw with you and Tyler in three years, and you've only been with Kurt for a few weeks."
"I miss you," Blaine commented, leaning his head on Coopers shoulder. "You need to visit New York more often."
"I miss you, too," Cooper smiled. "And I was thinking, maybe we could fly out here for a few weeks during the summer?"
"Really?"
"Yes, really," Cooper laughed. "And maybe you and Kurt could fly out to LA with the little one?"
Blaine scoffed. "Yeah, if we even make it that far."
"You will," Cooper assured him. "But you won't if you don't even give it a shot."
Blaine was quiet for the rest of the evening, relieved for the distraction when Cleo demanded that he read her a bedtime story.
Only, as he laid down next to the two year old, reading the lines with silly voices as she giggled enthusiastically, it really hit him how much he loved not only Kurt, but Cleo too.
Once the story was finished, Blaine got out from under the covers and set Cleo's storybook on her bedside table, switching the lamp off and tucking her in.
"Goodnight, little one," he said softly, kissing her forehead.
"Night night," Cleo yawned. "Love you, Blaine."
A smile appeared on Blaine's face as he replied, "I love you, too,"
He quietly crept out of the room, closing the door softly behind him, still smiling at the two year olds words.
"What're you so happy about?" Kurt asked as he entered the living room from the kitchen, placing two mugs on the coffee table.
"Somebody just told me she loved me," Blaine said with a grin.
"Oh, really?" Kurt asked teasingly, though it was obvious how happy it made him. "Do I have to fight for your love now, huh?"
"Hmm, I think you can share me," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck. "There's enough of me to go around."
"And what if I want you all to myself?" Kurt asked decisively, pulling Blaine closer by his waist.
Blaine didn't even bother replying, pressing his lips to Kurt's instead. They continued kissing in the middle of the living room until they heard an awkward cough come from the kitchen.
They pulled apart to find Blaine's entire family looking at them. His mom seemed disturbed, his dad looked like he just wanted to leave, Lucy was trying not to laugh, and Cooper was giving Blaine a thumbs up with the hand that wasn't keeping a sound asleep Zoe hoisted up on his waist, a grin on his face.
"We're leaving," Mrs Anderson said bleakly. "We'll call you tomorrow to arrange a lunch or something."
"Okay," Blaine said quietly.
"I'll see you out," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand gently before leading the Anderson's to the door.
Mr and Mrs Anderson left first, followed by Lucy.
"Look after him," Cooper said quietly to Kurt. "And if he says or does anything stupid, just call me and I'll be back here in a heartbeat to kick some sense into him. As much as I love my baby brother, he can be completely oblivious sometimes."
Kurt laughed, "I will."
After everyone had left, Kurt and Blaine cuddled up under a blanket on the sofa and watched a movie together.
"I'm so in love with you," Blaine said, his voice muffled.
"Ditto," Kurt smiled, holding Blaine a tiny bit tighter.