(This was written as a birthday gift for a friend of mine. Hope you enjoy it Stormy! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)

Kurt could feel her eyes on him without even looking up. He pretended to not notice the soft creaking of the floor boards under her tiny feet as she walked slowly over to where he was perched on their living room sofa.

"Daddy?" Her gentle voice asked.

He looked up from his sketch pad and smiled at his daughter, who was standing in front of him wearing her favorite pink night dress, her hands clasped behind her back, and her bare feet crossed at the ankles as she swayed gently back and forth.

"Yes, Lyra?" He asked looking back down at the sketch for his latest design.

"Are you drawing pretty clothes?"

Chuckling to himself, he answered back without looking up. "You know I am Princess."

She's quiet again for several long drawn out seconds, before he felt her poke him in knee.

Looking up, he quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly. "Is there something you want, Lyra?"

"Papa's not home."

Nodding in the affirmative, Kurt held her gaze. "No he isn't Princess. You know Papa's at the studio, remember?"

Lyra swayed a little more, placing her feet next to each other as she brought both her hands up and rested them on Kurt's knee.

"He promised to dance with me. He promised to show me how."

Kurt's brow furrowed a bit in confusion. "Papa promised to show you how to dance?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

"Well, I'm sure he hasn't forgotten sweetheart. I'll remind him tonight when he gets home, and tomorrow I'll make sure he shows you, ok?"

Kurt felt that that should be enough to get his daughter back to playing while he went back to sketching, but no such luck.

"But I want to now."

Sighing to himself Kurt looked back at his six-year-old daughter. Her mouth was in a pout and her big hazel eyes were wide framed by her unruly dark curly hair. It always amazed him how much she looked like Blaine. That was probably a major reason as to why she had Kurt wrapped around her tiny finger, though he would never admit it to anyone...ever.

"Lyra, your Papa is at the studio right now. You know how important that is. I promise tomorrow…"

"I want you to show me, Daddy."

Her whole face lit up with a bright smile as she cut him off.

"Lyra I have to finish these sketches and…"

"Please Daddy." She asked again softly. "I want you to dance with me."

Kurt's heart nearly broke at the pleading look she was giving him. Blaine was usually the full-on-hands-on-I'll-teach-you-everything father whereas Kurt sat back and was there for support or if someone had to "lay down the law" but Lyra always found ways to get to him, to get him to show or do things with her that he would have thought she'd only want Blaine to do.

Sighing, admitting defeat to himself, he closed his sketch pad and placed his work materials on their coffee table.

"Ok, Princess. Just this once." Kurt said gently, knowing it was never going to be "just this once" but he chose to ignore the little voice in his head telling him that.

Kurt soon found himself holding his six-year-old daughter in his arms. Her hands clasped tightly together behind his neck and her bottom and back were being held up by his hands as he held her close to his chest. Kurt had pulled out his copy of the original Broadway cast recording of "Wicked" and put on the song, "For Good", a song Lyra loved.

He rocked and swayed with her in his arms and he could feel her tiny hands grip tighter together behind his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder and he ran his hand through her hair and then down her back soothingly.

He felt himself begin to sing softly along with the track as he continued swaying with her in his arms.

"I've heard it said, that people come into our lives for a reason bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow, if we let them and we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you…"

Kurt could feel her breath against his skin, and he could feel her grip loosen from behind him and her small hands moved to loosely gripping his shoulders instead. He tightened his hold on her and held her closer to him. Kurt knew when Lyra was slowly falling asleep and he knew singing to her usually helped with that.

"…so much of me, is made from what I learned from you. You'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart…"

He could feel her shifting herself in his arms and he looked down at her and found her tired eyes looking back at him.

"Princess it's ok, you can close your eyes, Daddy's got you." He cooed gently at her running his fingers through her hair again.

Kurt watched her rest her head against his shoulder again and her eyes fluttered closed.

He could feel her breathing even out and by the end of the song he knew she was completely out. Kurt held her close and felt himself not wanting to let go. He couldn't believe it had been six years since she was born, it literally felt just like yesterday when he and Blaine had been at the hospital holding her for the very first time. She had grown so much since then. He had started realizing that soon he wouldn't be able to do things like hold her and dance with her as he was now because she was getting bigger by the day, and if he was being honest with himself that scared him. Kurt wanted to curse himself when he felt the tears begin to gather in his eyes.

"Kurt?"

Kurt came back from his thoughts and looked over at the entry way to their living room. It was Blaine. He looked a mix of concerned, exhausted, and curious. Kurt watched as he walked towards him.

"Everything ok?" He asked quietly noticing Lyra had fallen asleep.

Kurt nodded and at Blaine's prompting, he gently passed Lyra over to him. She stirred just a bit and both Kurt and Blaine calmed her down again before she had a chance to wake back up.

"I thought you were going to be at the studio until late?" Kurt asked in a quiet whisper as he brushed a few of Lyra's loose curls back from her forehead.

"I was supposed to, but the guys know I haven't been able to spend much quality time with you or Lyra much this week so they thought it'd be best to cut out early tonight, but I see I was a little late getting here." He said gazing down at Lyra who was now clinging to his shirt.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you're home." Kurt said with a small smile, which Blaine returned.

"We're also taking tomorrow off too. We've gotten far this week with the recordings, and now we're actually ahead of schedule. So we figured some free time would do us all a bit of good."

Kurt couldn't help but feel excited at the news. He was so happy for Blaine, that his husband's dreams were coming true, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't missing spending time with him at home.

"Let's get her to bed, and then we can talk." Blaine said looking at Kurt.

(Afterwards…)

"So Lyra wanted you to show her how to dance?" Blaine asked grinning.

Kurt scoffed at the question.

"She told me you had promised to show her, but then she decided she'd rather I teach her." He said with a laugh. "I honestly think she just wanted me to hold her. You know how she loves being picked up like that."

"She has you wrapped around her tiny finger, you know that right?"

Kurt pretended to be offended. "Hey, look who's talking Mr. Softy. All she has to do is ask you in her sweetest little voice for something and you go out of your way to move mountains to give it to her."

Laughing, Blaine shrugged and had to agree with Kurt. "What can I say, Kurt? I think she knows she has this power over us. She may be six, but she's not stupid. Our kid knows what's up."

Kurt smiled at Blaine, but it faded just a bit. "I can't believe she's six already, Blaine. It seems just like yesterday that we were holding her for the first time."

Blaine watched him quietly.

"It hit me as I was holding her that pretty soon she'll be too big for that." Kurt could feel the tears from earlier coming back and he once again tried to keep them at bay.

"I know she's growing up so fast." Blaine said agreeing with Kurt.

"I don't want to lose our baby, Blaine." Kurt spoke softly, wiping the lone tear that had escaped away from his cheek.

"Hey! We are not going to lose her, Kurt. She'll always be our baby, no matter how big she gets. Besides, I have a feeling she'll always be a Daddy's girl, what with how much you dote on her."

Kurt smiled and laughed at that. He didn't know what he'd do if he didn't have Blaine here to keep him steady, especially when he was having mini freak-outs.

"Are you happy, Kurt?"

Kurt was surprised by Blaine's abrupt question. He was seated opposite Blaine against the sofa's armrest with his feet propped in Blaine's lap. Blaine's hands were kneading the skin of one of his feet as they were chatting quietly with each other.

"Of course I am. Why would you ask me that?"

Shrugging to himself, Blaine shifted slightly in his seat as he switched to Kurt's other foot.

"It's just this last year you've been having to stay home more often then not while I've been out doing gigs and now that I'm in the studio several days throughout the week working on demos I just…I know being home with a child as young as Lyra can be pretty rough especially for someone who isn't used to it and…"

"Blaine. Shut up." Kurt said cutting Blaine off from his rambling.

Blaine watched Kurt shift and move closer to him on the sofa, taking his hands in his own.

"Look, I am fully capable of working from home. You put your career goals and aspirations on hold for years while we got ourselves together and you were here with Lyra for the first few years of her life while I was busy doing things at Vogue and while I worked the many many Broadway shows I was a part of. So, I have absolutely no problem being here, working, and taking care of our baby while you go out and pursue doing what you love to do and what I know you were born to do. I love you so much Blaine, and I want you to have everything."

Blaine still looked unsure. "You didn't answer my question Kurt. Are you happy?"

"Are you happy, Blaine?" Kurt asked in response.

After a pause Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I am."

Cupping his face with his hands Kurt leaned in and touched his forehead to Blaine's.

"You being happy Blaine makes me happy. If you're happy, I'm happy. Now, does that answer your question?" He asked with a smile.

Laughing gently Blaine put one of his hands over one of Kurt's still framing his face.

"I guess it does."

"Good." Kurt said with a smile, before he leaned in and kissed him.