Note: So, things are getting crazy. I guess this is what happens when you don't have a plan going into each chapter. Insanity ensues. I tried to address some of the reviewer concerns (as well as my own), and think it went alright. Thank you for your continued readership! Yes, you!

What the hell was going on? What in the name of Anna Wintour's stone-cold heart was happening?

She's just a child, Kurt. She's just a little girl, so for gawd's sake keep it together.

His frozen smile was quickly crumbling. Beau's little hand still rested on his knee and it made him want to scream. A walloping sneeze rocked the child, leaving a shocked expression on her face.

Those eyes! They're just like Robbie's!

He wanted to cry, was struggling to keep the tears in when Mike called to Beau from the hall, and she scampered away again. Those wild ringlets bopping as she toddled.

Blaine's curls. What the hell? Why didn't they say something to me?

Where did they get off inviting Kurt to Columbus with them, to meet Robbie's family, and then NEGLECT TO MENTION THEY HAD A CHILD!

Kurt's mind was once again racing, but this time it seethed with anger and teetered along the edges of despair. There seemed to be warring factions of inner voices shouting amongst themselves in his brain.

They have a child. A child! A little girl! With piercing blue eyes... And...

Why didn't they tell me? How could they not have said something?

Well, they were probably wrapped up with talking to Robbie's parents...

That's NO excuse! They should have told me! Don't make excuses for them.

Wait, just breathe a minute. Robbie's sister's both have blue eyes-

-But not that stealy blue. Only Robbie's have that depth.

And Mike has dark hair that color.

-But no curls! Don't I remember some bio class about genetics? Curls don't come from no where!

Why, oh why? Why wouldn't he tell me.

Kurt's mind returned to his surroundings, and it sickened him. There was no way – NO WAY – he could stay here. The tidiness and perfection of the expansive home just exacerbated the ragged state of his psyche. There was no way he could justify what he'd seen in Beau's little face. There was no way he would wait for an explanation.

He bolted for the spare room and packed his bags. Voices still railing in his mind.

Bits and pieces of memory emerged as Kurt trudged briskly through the cold evening. Clips of conversation from the last 36 hours returned to the forefront of his mind over and over, no matter how much he tried to block the agony of what was brewing in him.

"I wanted the only girl I'll ever love to know and approve of the only boy I've ever truly wanted."

"...but we kept going a bit, and, ya know, finished, or whatever."

"She's really something," Blaine had said with what Kurt had thought a curious wistfulness in his voice.

I comforted her! I comforted both of them! What the hell were they thinking leaving this out.

Why didn't their sex bother me before.

-Because it had seemed so awkward and mutually wrong between them.

But they did have sex! Awkward, squelching, disgusting, no-holds-barred (obviously) sex! And obviously they had a baby!

I shared a bed with them! With both of them in my arms!

Shouldn't it have clued me in that Blaine didn't curl up around me? He should've been holding me!

-But you weren't looking for it. You didn't know...

And all those meaningful looks? Those knowing glances between them? How did I miss that?

-You were blinded by relief and new love. How could you possibly have known...

How many secrets are in those looks? What else are they hiding? What else haven't they told me?

Cold tears slid down Kurt's cheek as he walked, nearly ran, to no where in particular. Eventually he'd have to come upon a bus stop or a taxi. Wouldn't he? It didn't matter so long as his anger and hurt burned hot inside of him.

"Maybe I'm more nervous for myself," Blaine had said while speaking of Robbie's coming out. It hadn't sounded like Blaine's usual confident self, but Kurt had understood it to mean that his partner would not relish the second coming-out it would require of him. But now, there was a whole new realm of meanings and fears to play into that statement.

Stop! Just stop! You're killing yourself with this!

-But how can I just drop it? How could I ever be okay with this...

His mind an irrational war-zone, Kurt soon turned against his friends at Dalton.

How could Wes not have told me? Or David? David must know, he's his effing room mate for cripes' sake! Why wouldn't he have told me?

-Do you really think Blaine would be able to just tell anyone about this? If he didn't tell you, as his boyfriend, do you think he would've told Wes and David?

They've known him longer! So long! They knew about Robbie, who she is. How could they not have known about Beau?

And then he turned against Robbie's family.

What about Mike? What's up with that? How could he be all casual about the guy who's his pretend daughter's father? How could I not have seen it in him?

Or Jenny? Can all her drama really be about college and horses and cell phones? Part of that had to be how uncomfortable it is to have Blaine there. To have me there and not knowing.

How could she not have said something. Given anything away.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

The image of Beau's little body, her too-familiar features, swam before Kurt's mind's eye. Even with her generally undefined, round, baby face it seemed all too clear to Kurt whose genetic codes had contributed to her appearance and existence.

He began to jump to even wilder scenarios and conclusions. That adorable little frock was far too stylish to have been picked out by Elaine and Mike's sensible, WASP-ish imaginations. Certainly a fashion-savvy 'aunt' had lovingly picked out that pinafore and leggings for Beau. Even Beau's mismatched, undoubtedly self-picked socks were completely color-complimentary to the rest of the ensemble. Along with their features, Beau must certainly have inherited that discerning eye for color from her biological parents.

A jarring crash to the snowy sidewalk jolted Kurt back to reality. He'd stumbled on an icy patch and fallen to the ground, overnight bag slipping from his crooked elbow and landing across the walkway. The cold permeating his limbs finally came to the fore of his awareness. He pulled his bag towards him and pushed it beneath his seated backside, insulating against the frozen pavement. He wrapped his jacket more tightly around him.

And allowed the stray and dismayed tears to flood into dejected sobs...

Blaine sat uncomfortably, but still, across from Robbie's expressionless parents. He could feel his friend fidgeting beside him but dared not look her way.

Robbie had just dropped the bombshell. She was a gay teen, a lesbian.

She knew that although her parents tended towards the conservative they were still open-minded to the liberated expressiveness of this younger generation. They may not always understand the choices and lifestyles of those around them, but they were respectful and supportive of most of them.

But this was different. This wasn't about gay kissing on television, or the LGBT/S Alliances forming at the local high schools. This was their daughter, their baby girl. And their baby girl was declaring her sexuality.

The break in conversation was lasting too long, the silence becoming unbearable. Blaine hazarded a glance away from the floor and took in the room.

Robbie visibly trembled, but held her mother's gaze. There was now something resembling disappointment on both her parents' faces. Or maybe it was just confusion. Her mother looked more and more as though she might cry at any moment. But then her father's gaze became a stern glare, which was turned full-force upon Blaine.

"And you? You knew this? You put us through all this," he gestured vaguely toward the house at large, "and yet you knew this about our- our daughter? Our Becky?" His voice cracked, taking Blaine by surprise.

The younger man wanted to look away, was beginning to feel the shame Robbie's father had just poured upon him, but he refused to succumb. His face remained emotionless as he held the family patriarch's gaze. "Yes," he nodded. Wayward tears escaped their lidded bounds and slid over the older man's face.

Now Robbie's mother's voice sounded out with bitterness. "I always thought you were a sincere boy," she stood as she spoke. "That you'd taken your responsibility in the matter, and that come a certain age, you'd do right by Rebecca. That you'd do right by us. I suppose, now, that was never the case."

"Mother," Robbie breathed incredulously beside Blaine, but he wouldn't let her take his stand for him.

"I am truly sorry for the part I've played in your family's struggle, Mrs. Lawrence. I do take responsibility for what Rebecca has gone through. Were you to ask it of me, I would gladly support Beau through the entirety of her upbringing. I don't feel, though, that that is what Elaine and Michael would choose. I believe everything is well arranged as it is."

He felt Robbie take his hand beside him and noted the older woman's puckered observation of the action.

He continued, "I make no excuses for our actions, but beg your understanding. Rebecca and I were well matched in that our confusion, and subsequent desire for understanding, allowed us to be compelled by what we saw around us.

"I am gay. And part of me is sorry for the circumstances which brought upon that full realization for me. As I know Rebecca is." He glanced between the two parents. "But I love your daughter. And I deeply care for Beau's well-being. I will do whatever is required to do right by them.

"But please, see that these are our choices."

Robbie dropped his hand. "My sexuality is completely aside from what Blaine and I did. I know it disappointed you. But it is what it is. What's passed is past.

"This is who I am."

Mrs. Lawrence gave a brief and stony nod, but her husband was nearer to sobs. Robbie stood and went to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you, Becky... No matter what," he declared through his tears while embracing his daughter. "I, I... I just want you to have the best life. I want you to be happy."

"I know, Dad. I love you. I love you both."

Blaine felt some morbid sense of relief as angry tears began to stream from Mrs. Lawrence's eyes. "I want you out of my sight," she turned on Blaine. "I want you and your friend out of my home."

"Martha!" Mr. Lawrence defended, "It's not fair to require that of them."

"Fine. I'm obviously not as capable of accepting this as you are, Charles." With that she marched herself from the room and disappeared.

Robbie and her father shared a tearful embrace before Mr. Lawrence extended Blaine a surprising 'Thank You' handshake, for supporting his daughter when he and her mother hadn't had the capacity. He may not fully understand the young people's choices, but he respected their sensibility and maturity in the matter. He departed to seek out his wife, and suggested that perhaps it would be better if Blaine and Kurt were to depart, although they were welcome to stay as far as he was concerned.

Robbie went to the kitchen to speak with her sister and brother-in-law about the conversation with their parents, Beau's grandparents. They were understanding, and each awkwardly embraced her as she told her story. They were also polite, thanking her for telling them, and thanking her again for the opportunity to raise her child, whom they loved as their own.

Blaine watched from the doorway, making brief but meaningful eye contact with each of his daughter's adoptive parents. He gathered some strength at the image of Beau sleeping on Michael's shoulder. He faced down a familiar guilt at not having, or particularly desiring, a more active role in Beau's life. Yet he was sure in the belief that the arrangement was best for all parties involved. So Blaine gathered his composure and set off to find Kurt.

There were a lot of things Blaine wanted – and needed – to tell his partner. Things he hadn't been prepared to share before the conversation with Robbie's parents.

But Kurt wasn't there. Kurt was gone.

Blaine had searched the entire house and property and not unearthed Kurt. His bag and all his things were gone. None of Robbie's siblings had seen or heard him leave. So Blaine bundled himself up and set out into the night.

Blaine found Kurt half a neighborhood away, curled in upon himself where he sat on the cold pathway. He stared listlessly out at the snow, looking frozen straight through. He made no indication of acknowledgment when Blaine approached but jerked to animation when he attempted to embrace and warm his companion.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Kurt enunciated bitterly.

Surprise and concern swept over Blaine's face. "Kurt? What happened?"

There was a note of despair along with the bitterness is Kurt's voice. "I know. I know everything."

"What is it? What do you know?" Slight panic and realization edged into Blaine's voice.

"How could you?" Kurt turned those beautiful blue-green eyes upon Blaine, and the pain in them cut to his heart. "How could you keep that from me?"

"Kurt, I..." he stumbled for just the right words, but knew there wouldn't be any. "I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell you-"

"I SLEPT with you," Kurt's rage unleashed. "Sure. It wasn't sex. That's just for you and your girlfriend. But for me... I slept with you... And that's a big thing. I don't just sleep with guys right and left. Guys with girlfriends. Guys with children..."

"Kurt, please! Let me explain-"

"Cheesus, the sex! I dunno how I could have brushed that off. Too wrapped up in my own love-struck delirium to realize how totally bizarre that is. I get it, that was a long time ago. But you're still with her. You still hold her hand and...

"All those shared looks between you... You must have been so proud to sneak those by me. How dumb do you think I am, Blaine?"

The pain and spite in Kurt's voice was breaking Blaine's heart. "Kurt... Please..." he begged.

"And what? You were going to tell me? Like when? Like you didn't think I'd put two and two together when I saw her? Did you think I wouldn't NOTICE?

"And what else is there? What else are you keeping from me? BOTH of you! Are you engaged, too? Are you married? Are there any more surprise children I need to know about? How could you think you shouldn't tell me this?"

The younger boy dissolved into hot, angry tears. This time he made no protestation as Blaine embraced him. Only wept upon his shoulder, the fatigue of despair weighing down on him.

"How could you? How could you?"

"Kurt, please. Please..." Blaine spoke to the crown of Kurt's head as he held the shivering boy.

"You have a baby, Blaine..." he sobbed.

"Yes."

"A baby..."

"Yes."

"How could you?"

"Kurt, I... I'm sorry you learned this way. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you..."

"She has your curls..."

You may have noticed I deleted Chapter 5. I'm going to re-write and elaborate. I wasn't satisfied with it. Will re-post soon, I think. Thank you for your patience and continued support!