She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. She has his eyes, greens and blues and grey's swirling together as she blinks up at him. Kurt's arms cradle her against his body and he dips his head low, breathing her in as if it will make the moment last forever. She is warm and solid against his skin, fitting against him as if completing him.

"I am so sorry, love," He says, whispering the words into the light dusting of hair, as fair as a summer breeze, on the top of her head. "You did nothing to deserve this."

She coos up at him, slender fingers reaching up and grasping at the air. He smiles sadly down at her and places a finger in her grip. Her lips open and close, soundless in her own world. He wants to curl over her, keep her there forever. Keep her safe from the pain that will find her living in this world of humans.

"You should have been born in our homeland with my mate watching over. We would have spent the months leading to your birth making your robe. At your birth, there would have been a huge celebration welcoming new life. All of our people would come to see you, bringing gifts.

"I would be there as you grow, helping you learn our people. I would be with you at your first steps, your first word. I would go with you on your first flight. And when you were grown and found a mate of your own, I would help you find a nest of your own but our lives would always touch."

He goes silent, ignoring the human who has walked in, standing just inside the door. In this moment, all he has is his daughter. She is the only thing his world consists of, this single point of light kept close to his heart.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, unable to find words. Instead, he sings to her. It's the lullaby his mother sang, the one he was singing when he got caught. His voice is not what it should be, but he ignores the imperfections as his daughter's eyes blink sleepily and her movements still into sleep.

"Oh, Kurt," Quinn finally speaks. He looks at her now and sees unbearable compassion in her eyes. He bows hie head and tries to blink away tears. When he looks up again, she is sitting beside him, not touching him but projecting comfort that he needs so desperately.

"What's her name?" Quinn asks. Kurt traces his finger down the side of her face, memorizing each dip and plane.

"Call her Beth," he whispers. He will keep her soul name safe even from the human he trusts with her life. It echo's in his mind, reverberating in her every movement. It's the sound of rain on the grass, unpronounceable in its full with his human lips.

"I'll keep her safe for you," the human says, unaware of his deception. "Any time you want to see her…"

"No," Kurt shakes his head. He lifts his child and places her in Quinn's waiting arms. The child doesn't stir as Quinn holds her tight. They look like mother and daughter, both with fey faces and blonde hair. He hardens his heart but knows he made the right choice. "I will never see her again. I cannot survive losing her again. Take care of her." He closes his eyes, tracking their movement only by the sound of Quinn's footsteps and the fragile bond, fraying with distance, of his beloved daughter.