"You're coming to my school's play on Friday, aren't you, Day?" Valerie asked sweetly as she hugged her small bag closer to her chest. She and Blaine were in a taxi, riding together on the way to her school. The previous two nights had seemed even better than the first, with Kurt and his daughter getting along even better than Blaine had ever dared hope.

"Of course I am," he assured her. "What, did you think there was anything in the world that would be worth more than seeing you be the best little flower on stage?" He gave her curly ponytail a gentle tug to emphasize his point.

"Daddy, you shouldn't pull my ponytail. Kurt spent a lot of time on it this morning and I don't even want to know what would happen to you if you messed it up." Blaine held his hands in the air in surrender.

"You're right; I'm sure he'd be horrified at my carelessness. Think we could keep it between us?" She giggled at his mock seriousness and nodded. They pulled up beside the school, and Valerie glared at the building as if it had done her a personal injustice.

"Do I have to go, Daddy" she asked, a hint of a whine in her small voice. "Can't I just stay at the apartment with you and Kurt?" Blaine slowly shook his head and gave her a small, sad smile.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but you know you have to go to school. And if you don't go, then that means Aunt Rachel won't be able to pick you up, and I'm pretty sure she has tons of fun planned for the two of you this afternoon." Valerie smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt to hug him. Before opening the door, she turned back to him.

"You're gonna make sure Kurt comes on Friday, right?" Blaine chuckled and nodded.

"Who else would I bring. And yes, I will. Val, you've asked me three times on the way over here and you asked Kurt before we left. What's up?" She looked down to her little folded hands in her lap before answering in an even tinier voice.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure somebody was coming." She sniffed quietly, and a tiny tear ran in a tell tale track down her cheek. Blaine pulled her over onto his lap and slowly stroked the ends of her hair, studiously ignoring the irritated driver.

"Sweetheart. What's the matter," she soothed. She turned her small face towards his chest and paused before answering.

"It…it's just that Momma hasn't said anything about coming to see it since I told her, and I'm sure Grandpa isn't going to either. And if they don't, then I at least want you and Kurt to be there." Blaine gritted his teeth at the thought of Cassidy not showing up for her performance, even though everyone who had been within a ten foot radius of Valerie knew how excited she was about her first time on stage.

"I'm sure she'll be there," he assured. "And so will your grandfather. After all, he stays in Ohio for most of the year, so he'll want to see you in something as special as this, okay?" She let out a low whimper and looked up at him with shining blue eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asked pitifully. Blaine smiled and gave her a terse nod.

"I certainly hope so. And even if they don't come, just remember that Kurt and I will, and that we'll both have eyes for just you, okay?" she smiled and hugged him tight. He opened the car door and stepped out with her before walking her up the steps and to the classroom, just like he had done almost every other day before.

He took the cab back home, much to the driver's dismay, and smiled when he saw Kurt already ready to go and lying on the couch, zoning out while absentmindedly channel flipping. Blaine smiled and snuck up behind him, placing a well aimed kiss to the skin below his hear. Kurt gasped and turned around, smirking when he saw Blaine's teasing smile.

"I've been sitting here waiting for you to get back so we can go to a meeting with lawyers and your ex, a meeting which is probably not going to go well, and you have to kiss me there knowing full well we don't have time to do anything? Thanks Blaine." Blaine rolled his eyes and moved to sit beside him.

"You make me sound so cruel. And anyways," he added while inching closer. "I'm sure there has to be time for something." Kurt didn't even have time for any kind of witty remark before Blaine's mouth was on his. He gasped again as Blaine's tongue swept across his lower lip, leaving the perfect opportunity for the other man's tongue to slip into his mouth. Just as Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, Blaine pulled away with a teasing smile.

"You know what? I think you were right about that time thing. Such a shame." Kurt pushed him playfully in the chest and sighed.

"You have to be the cruelest man I have ever met, Blaine Anderson. You so owe me later." Blaine kissed him quickly, smiling against his mouth. They both moved towards the door, the full impact of what today meant for them hitting with its full impact. Only in his best daydreams did Kurt believe that this would happen for him and Blaine. Before they could take another step, Blaine pinned Kurt to the wall and kissed him fiercely, but only for a moment.

"Too bad later can't be now, isn't it?" Kurt nodded and swallowed despite the dryness in his mouth. He grabbed Blaine's hand and twined their fingers together before stepping out.

"C'mon, lover boy. Let's go before we get into indecent public behavior."

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The ride to Gotham Coffee House was long and plagued with thick silence. They weren't mad with each other, of course not. What waited for them on the other end of this cab ride did. Blaine's lawyer, Francesca Holmes, had agreed to meet them there, even though it was on such short notice. Kurt looked over at Blaine and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Blaine looked over and met his eyes, a faint smile lighting across his face.

"Hey," Kurt assured "everything is going to be okay, I promise." Blaine nodded and kissed him just as the cab pulled up to the curb. Francesca stood outside of the café, dressed in a dark shirt and skirt and typing away on her phone. She smiled when they stepped out and walked towards the door.

"Oh good, you two are on time at least. Um, Cassidy and her lawyer aren't here yet, so we can go inside and discuss what exactly we're going to do a bit further." The trio went and sat down at a corner booth, watching the door anxiously for any sign of Cassidy's arrival. Francesca drummed her immaculate red nails against the wooden table to draw the couple's attention back to the issue at hand.

"So, Blaine, what exactly is the biggest issue in this divorce? Not why, but what is going to be the thing that's going to cause the biggest fight in court. I find that it's better to state upfront these things in the initial meeting."

"Honestly, the only thing I actually care about right now is my daughter, Valerie. I don't care if Cassidy keeps the house or anything else. I've already removed all of my personal effects, so all that's left is who is awarded custody of our daughter." Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's knee and when he felt his leg begin to bob, a now clear sign of his anxiety. Blaine stilled immediately and flashed him a thankful smile.

"You want full custody, correct?" Blaine nodded.

"I mean, I don't want to keep Valerie away from her mother, because I know that she wouldn't want that, and it would be the wrong thing to do both of them. No matter what my qualms with Cassidy are, they aren't worth damaging their relationship. But yes, I do want Valerie to live with me." Francesca nodded, her lips pursed in thought.

"And your partner here is completely in agreement with this proposed ideal arrangement, I assume?"

"Of course I am," Kurt interjected. "I doubt Blaine would be able to really be with anyone who didn't love her as much as he does. I would love it if Valerie could come live with us permanently."

Cassidy's laugh rang out beside their table. They had been too engrossed in the conversation to pay attention to anything else.

"Oh, you two are hilarious. Or delusional if you think I'm giving up Valerie to you, Blaine." The waiter pulled two extra chairs up to accommodate Cassidy and Michael.

This was going to be fun.