The next few hours were like heaven to Blaine. It brought him a certain amount of happiness to see Kurt and Valerie talking and having fun together. Much like it was in the park, they talked like old friends. Also like in the park, they seemed perfectly content with ganging up on Blaine, jokingly of course. He had seen friends of his interacting with their own kids, and they weren't half as great as Kurt. He held none of the forced intrigue that most people held when dealing with or talking to children.

Despite all of their jokes at his expense, it was still one of the greatest nights he'd ever had. It just fit to have the three of them curled up on Kurt's inviting black leather couch watching Disney movies they had found on demand after dinner. Valerie snuggled up between the two of them, not wanting to be apart from either man. This just caused everyone's smiles to grow impossibly wider.

As the Tangled credits began to roll, their third movie of the night, Blaine noticed that she had begun to fall asleep. He stood and gently picked her up.

"Do you have an extra bedroom somewhere? I don't know if you ever had the chance to give me the grand tour." Kurt smiled and stood up as well.

"Of course I do, silly. It's just down the hall from the master bedroom. Are you going to put her to bed?" Blaine nodded and quirked a smile down at his now fast asleep daughter. "Do you mind if I come with you?"

"Of course you can, it is your house, right? And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Kurt's mouth, deep, but quick due to the small girl pressed between them. "Plus," he added as the walked together down the hall, "I think she likes you a lot. She'd probably be offended if you didn't." They both laughed quietly and stepped into the room. Like all guest rooms, it was nicely decorated, but had no sense of personal touch. Blaine pulled back the duvet and tucked her in quickly, not wanting to wake her. He kissed her quickly on the forehead, and Kurt did the same. As they walked out, she stirred slightly.

"I really like it here. Can I stay here forever?" she mumbled, already beginning to fall asleep again.

"Of course you can," Kurt assured her. She gave an inaudible thanks and then she was sleeping once more. Blaine shut the door almost completely, leaving just a sliver open. They walked into the kitchen to make some tea. As they did, Kurt let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so happy this worked out like it did," he explained when Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "I've never really been good with kids, so I guess it's lucky that Valerie likes me." Blaine came over to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist.

"How could you not be good with kids, love? You were so great with Valerie," he asked, incredulous.

"I don't know. Kids and I have never gotten along very well, for whatever reason. Trust me, when you told me you had a daughter, I was kind of scared, because I feared she, like most kids, wouldn't like me. But unlike all those other kids," he added as he twisted his long fingers into the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck, "Valerie is your daughter, not some random kid I have to be nice to." Blaine smiled.

"You're too perfect for your own good, you know that, right?" Kurt nodded and smiled.

"Oh I know." They didn't even have time to stop smiling before leaning in and kissing each other with all that they had, whistling tea pot forgotten. Well, at least for a little while. They pulled apart after a few minutes, but not without a low whine from Blaine. They drank their tea in comfortable silence, unmarred by any noise.

"So we should definitely celebrate you officially living here tonight. Quietly of course, wouldn't want to wake any sensitive ears in the next room," Kurt said seductively, leaning across the counter to brush his hand down the side of Blaine's neck. He could feel the other man's thick swallow against his palm as he nodded. "But first," he added, "we should probably find room for your stuff. Don't you think?" Blaine smiled.

"That sounds perfect." They walked together towards Kurt's -well, now their room- hand in hand. Kurt went to Blaine's black bag sitting on the bed and opened it. He handed one of the shirts to Blaine, telling him to find some space in the walk in closet. As he looked through the bag, his fingers brushed against the smooth plastic of a pill bottle. He picked it up, shocked to see it was an anti-anxiety prescription.

"Kurt, I swear you have so many clothes it was difficult to find-" he broke off when he saw the bottle in hand. They both stared at each other for a minute, electric tension between them. "I didn't mean for you to find that," Blaine admitted finally.

"Blaine, Ativan is pretty serious. Why didn't you mention it to me? Or better yet, why didn't you want me to find out?" Blaine looked up, shocked that there was no accusation or condemnation in Kurt's voice. He sat down on the bed and buried his head in his hands. Kurt sat next to him and put the bottle down on the nightstand.

"I've never really felt like I was good enough for anyone or anything," Blaine started. "In high school, I mean, I was smart and on the football team, yeah, but that really wasn't good enough. The guys on the team would rag on me about how I spent too much time in the library and not enough out 'chasing girls' or whatever they thought I should be doing. When I still didn't they got a bit more…aggressive in their endeavors to get me a girlfriend. I wasn't exactly 'popular' or anything, just the nerd who could kick a good field goal or extra point. So it didn't really matter how -poorly- they treated me.

"Eventually, I had enough of it, and I asked my dad if I could transfer to Dalton Academy. He agreed, but not before making it very clear that I was weak if I couldn't handle what he called a 'small amount of bullying'." Kurt reached over and took Blaine's hands in his.

"Did that help at all? I mean, why are you on the medication now?" he asked quietly. Just when he thought he knew everything about Blaine, there were still secrets left to discover.

"Well, no one bullied me anymore. But It was still bad. Every single time I heard a locker slam or the guys in the hall jeering at each other, I would have panic attacks. Most were mild, but some…some weren't. I told Rachel about it, she's two years older than me, and she was actually the one to take me to the psychologist. He diagnosed me with acute anxiety and mild depression, and that's when he prescribed the Ativan. I used to take them every day, but now I just use it when I feel I'm going into a stressful situation or like an attack is coming on." The two shared a long look, as if they both knew there was more to the story.

"Blaine, I…I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But why didn't you tell me that you were on it? I wouldn't have thought anything less of you either way." Blaine sighed again and carded his fingers through his hair.

"Ever since I started those pills, people have used them to undermine me and any effort I make. My dad thinks less of me, because he thinks I need to take a pill every day just to keep myself functioning. He can't stand the thought of 'any son of his' depending on anything. And any time Cassidy and I would argue and I would just get agitated she would tell me to just go take another pill. I was just tired of people using that as something to pick at me for," he explained in a rush. Kurt brought his pale hands to the other man's face and held him gently.

"I would never do something like that to you, Blaine. This isn't a weakness to me. If anything, you're stronger for getting help and not doing something drastic or living with it with no help. So what if you need to take an Ativan every once and a while? It doesn't make you a different person to me, and I'm certainly not going to think any less of you. You're still the same man I fell in love with." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's mouth, and could feel the lips beneath his smiling. "So, why don't we finish finding room for your things in my ghastly closet then we can get around to our celebration?" Blaine nodded.

"That sounds perfect."