Blaine tried not to think about Kurt again. He spent all that night trying to focus on cooking dinner, and even went out of his way to make creme brûlée for dessert, just for something to do.
He had no control over his dreams, however, and that night experienced a series of flashbacks of memories. Some amazing, others things he'd hoped he'd forgotten.
He woke up well before his alarm unable to get back to sleep.
He dropped Maddison off at Holly's, avoiding the temptation to go earlier than normal, she'd been going to Holly's for several months now and he had never run into Kurt before…
He just had to make sure he didn't run late picking her up again.
The weeks passed slowly and Kurt was almost all but forgotten to Blaine. Or at least, would have been, if it weren't for the fact that every time he picked Maddison up, she was playing happily with a little chestnut haired girl… and that she spoke about Lily all the time.
It was only normal for him to wonder, wasn't it? Who was she? Where was she from and why was she in Kurt's life? Obviously she was his daughter so… did that mean he was married? Was she his biologically? Or had he and his… husband… adopted her?
Surely Kurt had wondered, at least to some capacity about Maddison… Or maybe he really had truly moved on and didn't care anymore. That thought hurt more than Blaine wanted to admit.
x x x
September 2021
"Maddy, why aren't you dressed?" Blaine asked feeling exasperated at walking into her room and finding her still wearing her pyjamas, sneakers on her feet and backpack slung over one shoulder.
"I want to wear my pyjama's." she said simply.
"Is it pyjama day at day care today?" he asked, honestly wondering if he'd missed a note or something.
"No."
"Then why… why do you want to wear your pyjamas?"
"Because I hate dresses." Maddison scrunched up her nose.
Blaine did his best to keep his face calm; they were already running later than normal and didn't want to have to deal with a tantrum.
"Then wear your jeans sweetie. Come on, you can't go to day care dressed for bed."
"I don't like jeans either. They don't have fairies on them."
"Maddison, please, get dressed right now." He said, walking over to her wardrobe and picking out a pair of jeans and a top that he knew had a fairy on it. "Don't make me get you in trouble ok, Daddy doesn't feel like yelling. Do you feel like being yelled at?" he asked.
She shook her head solemnly.
"See? Fairies on your shirt."
She grinned and grabbed the clothes from him.
"Do you need help?"
"Dad, I'm three years old. I can get dressed myself. Leave." She waved her hand at the door in a gesture for him to get out of the room.
"Hey, you can't boss me around."
"I want to get dressed!" she said, pushing at his thighs to get him to move. "Daddy! Please leave my room."
"Ok, ok… if you're not downstairs in five minutes I'm coming back."
Ten minutes later Blaine was buckling up Maddison's seatbelt for her and leaving to go to Holly's.
Blaine might have sped a little to get to Holly's on time; the small car park was full so he was forced to park along the street. From the backseat, Maddison unbuckled herself and climbed out of the car.
"Hold my hand to cross the road." Blaine said.
She gripped onto his hand obediently as they walked across the road and into Holly's. Blaine quickly signed her in.
"How are you today Blaine?" Holly asked with a grin.
"Uh, good now. We were in a bit of a hurry so I've signed her up for your food today." usually he would pack lunch for Maddison, because she was a frustratingly picky eater, and rather have Holly have to deal with tantrums and him having to deal with a starving child every afternoon, it was easier just to pack a lunch for her.
He bent down to be at her level. "Now, Maddison, are you listening to me?" he asked.
She nodded solemnly.
"Good. Please eat whatever Miss Holly gives you today, ok?"
"Ok."
"Even if it's not your favourite food. Because you won't get anything else to eat until dinner."
"What if it's yucky?"
"Eat what you can alright?"
She nodded.
"Do you promise?"
"Promise."
"Good." he held up his pinkie to her and she gripped it with her own. They shook their hands and Maddison giggled. "Be good today, I love you." he kissed her on the cheek and watched her walk inside the room.
He turned and left, heading back out to his car ready to get to work for the next day. But when he got to his car he stopped short at the sight before him. There was a huge dent in the back passenger door. Blaine groaned to himself.
"Are you serious right now?" he asked no one.
He inspected the damage. It was bad, the door would definitely have to get replaced, that was for certain, and extremely frustrating.
He then checked the windscreen, the universal place for leaving details in such an event and almost sighed in relief when there was a piece of paper stuck by the wiper. At least whoever had hit him was one of the few semi-decent people left. He couldn't count how many friends of his had been victims of hit and runs.
He grabbed the paper and gave it a quick glance.
'Sorry, I was in a rush and not paying attention. Send me your insurance details and I'll sort it out.
-Kurt Hummel'
A phone number was written at the end.
Blaine felt his heart speed up, whether from nerves, or dread, he wasn't sure. It felt like a combination of both. He knew the longer he put off the call, the less likely he'd be able to make it. Slowly he punched the number into his phone.
"Kurt speaking."
"Hi Kurt... It seems you decided to run into my car."
"Who is this?"
"It's uh, I'm a little disappointed you don't recognise my voice. It's Blaine."
A/N: Thank you to everyone who's reading! The chapters will get longer, I tend to take a couple of chapters to warm up though. Let me know what you think so far!