Sorry I didn't upload this on Sunday, believe me when I say I had a good reason. I don't know when I'll upload the next chapter, hopefully somewhere next week.

Ch3:

"Blaine?" Kurt breathed.

"Yes, hi!" The man in front of the door showed Kurt a half smile and waved. "I'm assuming you're Kurt."

"I, oh my, God, yes, hi! Come in." Kurt stepped aside to let Blaine pass and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He could already feel the tears beginning to well and scolded himself. All he seemed to do lately was cry. He closed the door and turned around. "Hi, I'm—wow, I'm so glad you're here. Come in, please. Can I get you something to drink?" He gestured to the couch for Blaine to sit down and shook his head to wake up from his daze. He almost felt like he was dreaming, like it was too good to be true. Blaine was here. The biological father of his daughter was here, hopefully to help him.

"I would, actually. I just came from my mother's house and we had an awful fight. There was a lot of screaming and yelling involved, so my throat's a bit sore now." Blaine explained with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Kurt bit his lip, and briefly wondered if the fight had something to with him and the letters. "Do you want water or soda?"

"Water's fine," Blaine replied. "And don't be. It's not your fault. My mom needs to stay out of my business. She doesn't get to decide what's good for me anymore, especially not after what she did with the letters."

Kurt nodded as he returned with two glasses and a bottle of sparkling water. "So…" He sat down on the couch next to Blaine. He couldn't help but stare at the man. He was definitely a man, and not the 17-year-old boy he had been imagining in his mind. He did, however, have the mass of curls like Emma, and his growth-spurt seemed to have stayed away, as he was almost a head shorter than Kurt.

"So," Blaine repeated. "I talked to Cooper, and I guess you know why I'm here."

"Emma?" Kurt asked, hopefully.

Blaine nodded and looked around, curiously. "Where is she?"

"She's asleep. She's had dialyses this afternoon and it tires her out. She usually falls asleep on the couch afterwards, so I put her into bed early."

"I, uhm… I want to thank you for your letters. I appreciated them, even if I didn't get the last few." Blaine clasped his hands together. "I… I have them now; I went to my parents house earlier to get them. She, uhm… Emma, I mean… she means a lot to me. I know that sounds probably weird, since I gave her up for adoption, but I never stopped thinking about her."

Kurt smiled and grabbed his glass, gulping the water down quickly. His throat felt dry and scratchy, and he needed something to hold onto. "When was the last letter you've gotten?"

Blaine ran his hand through his hair. "Three years ago, I think, after I graduated from college and officially moved out. I just, I assumed you didn't want to write anymore."

"Oh, no, Blaine, no," Kurt put down his glass and carefully reached out to squeeze the younger man's shoulder. "Never. I would never do that. I, if you had requested for an open adoption I would have been okay with that."

Blaine sighed and shot him a half smile. "I think this was for the best, truly. I just, I think about her, you know."

Kurt bit his lip and smiled back, hopefully. "Thanks."

"So, let's just talk about the big elephant in the room," Blaine suddenly announced. "You need me to donate one of my kidneys?"

Kurt swallowed. Right into the heavy talk, but maybe that was a good thing. "Uhm, yeah, basically, if you're compatible."

"Can you, explain it to me? From the beginning? You never really wrote much about her medical procedures, and I don't remember anything about kidneys."

"Yes, of course. I always, I tried to focus on her life. How she was happy, how well she was doing. I didn't want you to worry," Kurt said, nervously looking away from Blaine, afraid that if he said the wrong thing Blaine would change his mind.

"And I appreciate it," Blaine answered. "I understand, but I want to know before I donate one of my kidneys. I think I deserve that."

"Oh, yeah, naturally. I…" Kurt faltered. Did he hear Blaine correctly? "You want to donate your kidney for her?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't be here otherwise, would I?" Blaine asked, as if it were obvious.

"I… I don't know," Kurt blinked furiously and pressed his lips tightly together. "I'm just, God, sorry." He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

"Hey, it's okay," Blaine suddenly moved closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "It's okay. It's okay." He softly stroked Kurt's back.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sniffed. "I just, I hate to see her suffer like this, and the thought that it could get better really soon, I just… God, I'm sorry." He pulled back and pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. "I just ruined your shirt."

Blaine shrugged. "I can wash it."

Kurt chuckled and shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "Okay, so let me explain. Emma's illness, Spina Bifida, comes with some complications. She was born with malfunctioning kidneys. One hasn't worked properly since birth, but the other worked fairly well. Not perfectly, but it was kept under control with medication. The last few months though, it went downhill. She tired more quickly, she was apathic, and she didn't pee enough. She can't feel when she needs to use the bathroom, and she needs to do urinary catheterization, so it's easier to keep track of how much urine she makes."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I read that on the Internet. I Googled Spina a lot when I found out she had it."

"Okay," Kurt said. "So we went to the doctor, for her biannual checkup, and they discovered her second kidney was only working at 20%. So they told us she needed dialyses immediately, and she'd be put on a waiting list for a donor, only the wait list can take up to five years. I don't want her to suffer from the dialyses for five years. Our doctor said that parents often donated a kidney to their child, so they tested me, but I have a different blood type. Her body would reject my kidney. My parents offered as well, but they're too old to donate for a child, and then I thought of you…" he trailed off.

"I don't want to impose," Blaine said, hesitantly, "and it's obviously none of my business, but what about your husband? Wasn't he compatible either?"

"My husband?" Kurt looked lost for a moment. "Oh, no, uhm, Chandler and I got divorced, like four years ago. He's out of the picture."

Blaine, who had just taken a sip of water, started spluttering and coughing. "Jeez, I'm sorry, I did not expect that. You never mentioned anything."

Kurt shrugged. "It's the reason we moved from New York back to Lima. I couldn't do it on my own, and I have my parents here to support me."

"I'm sorry."

"I… don't be. It's not your fault. Chandler just couldn't handle being a father. It's okay now." Kurt looked at Blaine with a soft smile on his lips. "You don't have to decide right away, you know. You can think about it. I know it's a lot."

Blaine shook his head. "No, I'll do it. I can save her life with it. How could I not do it? I might have given her up for adoption, but I loved her. I love her," he corrected himself. "Is that weird? Loving someone you don't even know?" He shook his head. "I guess it is, but it's how I feel."

"It's—natural, I think. Even if you don't know her, she's a part of you. I can see it very clearly when I look at you."

Blaine's expression softened and he bit his lip. "Do you have a recent picture? If it's okay, I'd like to see it."

"Of course," Kurt grabbed his phone and showed Blaine the same picture he'd shown Cooper a week earlier.

Blaine smiled as he saw it. "I'm sorry about the hair. I swear I hoped she'd get Rachel's hair."

"I love her hair. It's beautiful. I'm glad to see you seem to have lost the hair gel over the years."

Blaine grimaced. "I almost felt threatened at that first letter you sent me. Dear Blaine, if you think I'll ever suffocate my daughter's beautiful curls with that hair-killing substance you have another think coming. Moderation is the key, and mousse for curly hair. Gel, the horror. Now I imagine you like one of those horrible greasers of the fifties with a coif a la Danny, from 'Grease'," he quoted.

Kurt laughed, actually laughed at this. It felt good to have the heavy talk out of the way, and Blaine's statement had lightened the atmosphere.

"I'll have you know I rocked the fifties look at my senior prom. I looked dashing." Blaine put his chin high in the air and looked proud of himself. "I'll show you the pictures someday."

Kurt shook his head. "Don't, it'll give me nightmares."

Blaine grinned broadly, but turned serious again after a few moments. "I'm glad it was you that adopted her. You clearly love her deeply."

"I do," Kurt replied. "She's my world."

"I'm glad." He sighed contently. "So you can contact your doctor, and tell him you found a donor."

Kurt frowned. "They still have to test you first. It's possible she has her mother's blood type, and you're not compatible either."

Blaine face fell. "Okay, than set up an appointment, as soon as possible, okay? I want her to be as healthy as she can be."

"I'll call her doctor first thing in the morning," Kurt promised. "Is there any way I can contact you? Where are you staying?"

"Oh," Blaine's eyes widened. "Uhm, I don't know, actually. I planned to stay at my parents' house, but that didn't really work out. I guess I'll just stay at a motel or something. I can give you my phone number."

"You don't have a place to stay?" Kurt asked, concerned.

"It's no big deal. I went straight to my parents when I got off the plane, but as I told you, we got into a huge fight. Cooper lent me his car, so I drove here after that…" he trailed off. "Do you know any affordable motels close by?"

"No way," Kurt answered resolutely. "You are not staying at a motel. I have a lovely couch, so you can have my bed for the time being, while I camp out here."

"Kurt, I can't take your bed. You need your rest," Blaine denied. "It's okay, I'm sure I can afford a few weeks in a motel."

"No, Blaine, please," Kurt pleaded. "You are doing so much for us already. I'm not letting you stay in a filthy motel. That would be a waste of money. Stay, please. If it bothers you, I'll get a camp bed from my dad tomorrow and set it up in Emma's room, so I can sleep there."

Blaine shook his head. "Okay, but let me sleep on the couch, please. I would feel bad if I slept in your bed."

Kurt frowned, not completely happy with the idea of letting his guest sleep on the couch, but he guessed it would do for the moment. Maybe he could convince Blaine otherwise tomorrow. "Okay, just let me grab some blankets and a pillow for you. Oh, God, you probably haven't even had time to freshen up after the plane, did you?"

Blaine shrugged.

"Please, the bathroom is back there. Feel free to shower if you want."

"Actually, that does sound good," Blaine admitted. "I'll go get my bag; it's in the car." He quickly jogged outside and was back within two minutes. "Now that you've mentioned it, I feel grungy. It was so hot in New York when I left, and then the air-conditioning on the plane wasn't working properly, plus I bought my tickets at the last minute, so I was squished in the middle seat."

Kurt nodded and scrunched his nose as he suddenly realized something. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I got some McDonalds on the way here."

"That's disgusting, Blaine. That's not even proper food. Please!" Kurt rolled his eyes. This man was clearly lacking a proper girlfriend to guide him through life. "I'll heat up some of the chicken with curry and rice we had for dinner."

Blaine wanted to protest, but his grumbling stomach beat him to the punch. He shrugged half-heartedly and grinned. "That does sound pretty good."

"I let you know I'm a great cook," Kurt smiled at Blaine. "The shower is back there; towels are under the large sink. Feel free to use any of my stuff that's on the top shelf in the shower. You're also free to use the stuff on the bottom shelf, but somehow I doubt you'll want to smell like raspberry shower gel."

Blaine shrugged. "I like raspberries."

Kurt, who was opening the fridge, stopped and turned around to look at Blaine, curiously. "Hmm, yes. I… Emma does as well."

"Oh," Blaine frowned. "I… if this is uncomfortable for you, I can go. We don't have to be like…" he gestured between them, looking for the right words.

"Friends?" Kurt asked, cocking his head.

"I… uhm, yeah?" Blaine asked, unsure. "I mean, I like you; you're cool, but I get it if this is like weird for you."

"No," Kurt shook his head. "It's okay. It's just—new. I never had someone to compare her with."

Blaine nodded. "I'll… I'll be in the shower."

Kurt hummed and turned back around to grab the chicken as Blaine went to the bathroom. As he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and closed his eyes to take a deep breath before getting undressed to shower. Of all the things that he had expected of today, this certainly wasn't it. He had gone to his parents' house in the hope of talking about all this with his mom before he came here. He had thought she'd understand. She'd always supported him with the adoption, so he figured Cooper must have been wrong when he called him and told him their mother was keeping the letters from him. He was sure it was a misunderstanding, and she'd get why he was coming back and helping Kurt and his daughter. She knew how difficult it had been for Blaine to give his daughter away, and he was sure she knew he loved his daughter—Emma. He shook his head, and repeated her name over and over in his head. Emma. His Emma, was here. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. As he stepped into the shower he couldn't resist grabbing the raspberry shampoo from the bottom shelf. It was bright pink, as was everyone else on her shelf, and he briefly wondered if that was intentional. Did she love pink? Was her room painted pink? He used to know this stuff, Kurt wrote a lot of details in his letters, but he hadn't read any of them the last three years. He was gonna read them tonight, he promised himself.

He quickly washed and as he stepped out of the shower he chuckled to himself. Kurt had mentioned the towels were under the large sink, but he hadn't fully realized what it meant until now. There was a regular sink, with a cabinet underneath it from which Blaine grabbed a towel. Next to that one, a bit lower, was a second sink, clearly adapted for Emma. Blaine could see she could ride under it with her wheelchair. He then realized the shower was also walk in, no height difference, and the lower shelf was probably at Emma's height.

He quickly got dressed and walked back to the kitchen through the living room. He started to realize a lot of the house was specially adapted for Emma. The DVDs on the lower shelf where obviously hers, as were the books. There was one large couch in the living room, but it wasn't in the center in front of the TV. It was situated a bit to the side, with a small table next to it, and he assumed that the other side of the coffee table was for Emma's wheelchair.

In the kitchen he saw a space at the kitchen table without a chair, and a small ramp, so she'd be at a good height to eat from the table. "That is so cool," he exclaimed as he took a seat at the table and grabbed a fork to dive in the food Kurt had warmed for him.

"What is?" Kurt took a seat opposite him and looked curiously.

"How everything is like, fitted for Emma. This is mighty good, by the way."

"Told you I was a good cook," Kurt said, smugly. "And yes, everything is adapted to her, so she can be independent."

"It's so cool," Blaine repeated. "She can just roll into the shower, and up to the table here. It's amazing," he shook his head. "I mean, look at that, you even have a lower sink in the kitchen for her."

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, she doesn't like that one so much. It's for her chores, so she can do the dishes."

Blaine snorted. "Yeah, I can see why she wouldn't like that very much. It's just, it's cool to actually see everything. I mean, I read about it in your letters, but actually seeing it, it's… I don't know. You really care."

Kurt smiled. "Of course I do; she's my daughter. I love her more than anything. And I got lucky. One of my high school friends is a handyman and he did a lot of the work when I moved in here."

"That's great. It's really great. I'm glad she got such a good home." He couldn't have hoped for a better situation; he was really glad she had ended up with Kurt.

"I took the liberty of preparing a bed on the couch for you while you were in the shower," Kurt said. "I hope you don't mind. I'd like to go to bed. I need to get up early to help Emma prepare for school and all."

"So, what time does she usually wake up?"

"Around 7:30," Kurt answered.

"Okay, I'll make sure I'm out of your way then."

"Oh, uhm, you don't have to," Kurt said, biting his lip. "I mean, I… you can meet her. I don't really want to tell her you're her biological father right away; I know she'll ask questions eventually if everything goes right, but yeah…"

Blaine took a deep breath. "I, thanks, that's very nice of you, but I'm not—sure."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kurt said, apologizing. "I shouldn't have assumed. You chose a closed adoption, I should have realized."

"No, it's not that, it's just…" Blaine faltered.

Kurt hesitated, not wanting to come off as too forward, or giving the wrong idea to Blaine, but the man hadn't seem to hesitate to comfort him earlier when he was crying, so he reached over and gently squeezed Blaine's hand.

"I… Rachel insisted on the closed adoption, as did my mom." He paused for a moment. "I had a hard time with it. Hence the reason I sent you the letter. I agreed eventually, because if I couldn't be in her life full, I just… It would be difficult for me not to be in her life like I wanted, but still see her."

"Okay."

"I… I'm just afraid if I see her, if I get to know her, I won't be able to let go of her after this is over."

"Blaine, I…" Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand before pulled back and wrung his hands together. "I don't expect you to just disappear after this. You can be in her life, if that's what you want."

"But the adoption…" Blaine trailed off.

"It's just papers, Blaine. It was a closed adoption, because that's what you guys wanted. If you want to be in her life, you can be."

Blaine frowned. "Are you sure, because, I'm sorry if this sounds suspicious, but, you never put a return address on those letters you sent me."

Kurt sat back in his chair. "I, no, I didn't. I didn't because at the beginning, Chandler didn't like it when I wrote to you. I wasn't even planning on telling him at first, but he found the letters in my bag. He didn't want to write you."

Blaine grimaced. He didn't know much about this Chandler, but he wasn't liking him very much so far.

"So I compromised and promised I wouldn't put a return address on the envelope, so you wouldn't find us. After he left… I don't know. I guess part of me was afraid that it'd been too long and you wouldn't care anymore. Putting a return address on the envelope, it made me vulnerable. I… Chandler leaving, it shook me, hard. I didn't see it coming. We were married, and I thought we were forever…"

"I get it. You're afraid of people leaving."

Kurt nodded. "Especially with Emma. It's not easy for her, being like she is. She gets teased in school. People stare at her on the streets. I don't want to let her down if I can help it. I want to let you in, I'm okay with you meeting her, but it needs to be for real."

"I… Let me sleep on it?"

"Okay," Kurt agreed. "Like I said, she gets up at 7:30, so either you'll be here, or I'll call you later to arrange everything." Kurt got up and softly squeezed Blaine's shoulder as he walked past him.

Blaine hummed in agreement. He assumed he wouldn't get much sleep tonight. He had a lot to think about.