A/N: Okay the title for this might not make sense right now, but I promise it will. Obviously it's the name of Blaine's daughter, but why her name is the title will become clearer as time goes on. So I hope that you enjoyed the prologue or were curious enough to continue to reading the rest. Since this is the first official chapter I really don't have a lot to say beforehand so just keep reading and I hope you guys like this one.

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything in this.

Blaine woke up to his, now five year-old daughter, jumping on his bed. "Daddy! Wake up! It's time for school!" She yelled as she kept bouncing up and down, occasionally stepping on her father.

"Five more minutes, child." Blaine groaned into the pillow.

"Daddy!" She urged shaking Blaine's shoulder.

"Daddy is asking for five more minutes of sleep, please." He said rolling over.

"No!" She exclaimed and started jumping again.

Blaine suddenly heard a loud thump and jumped from his bed to find Rebecca lying on the floor rubbing her head.

"No more monkeys jumping on the bed." He laughed as he picked her up.

"That hurt." She mumbled into Blaine's shoulder.

"Well, now you've learned to not jump on daddy's bed and wake him up." Blaine said bouncing her up and down slightly.

Rebecca leaned back and looked at her father before she buried her face into his neck. "Waffles?"

"Wait, I have to make you breakfast after you woke me up?" Blaine asked setting the child on the ground in the kitchen. Rebecca nodded her head with a large smile on her face. "I don't see how that's fair, but alright."

Blaine quickly made breakfast and got the two of them around before heading out the door to take the child to school.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Becca yelled jumping up and down holding her father's hand.

They reached the school steps and Rebecca looked terrified. "What just happened? You were so excited?" Blaine asked kneeling down to look his daughter in the eye. "What's up, baby sweet?"

"Can I go to Broadway with you?" She asked him looking at the ground.

"You have to go to school." Blaine told her readjusting her backpack. "You are gonna make lots of friends and have a ton of fun. You won't even miss me." He stood back up and headed up the stairs and into the school.

Rebecca saw all of the other children laughing with one another and clung tighter to her father. After her mother left Blaine was all she had and they two of them rarely spent time apart. All summer Rebecca had been going with Blaine to his rehearsals and falling asleep in the back of the theatre. Blaine loved having his little girl around all the time, but he knew that she needed to go to school. It was time.

They walked into this large classroom with photos of animals all over the walls. There was a number line that stretched around the entire room. There was a small tent set up in the back for reading time when two students could go inside and read their books.

There were five rows of four desks lined up in the center of the room. Parents were speaking to each other and introducing their children when Blaine and Rebecca walked in.

A woman walked over to the pair standing just inside the doorway. "Hello, I'm Ms. Jenison. Welcome to kindergarten." She said bending over to say hello to Rebecca.

Becca hugged her father's leg not wanting to let go. "She's a little shy." Blaine said prying his daughter off of him. "This is Rebecca Anderson." He said spinning her around so Ms. Jenison could see her face.

"It's nice to meet you, Rebecca." She said. "You must be dad?"

"One and only. Blaine." He said shaking the woman's hand.

Ms. Jenison bent back over to be level with Rebecca again. "Did you ask dad to stay for parent time?" She asked.

Rebecca looked up at Blaine hopeful and he could tell she wasn't doing well. Blaine got down on his knees like he always does before talking to her. "I wish I would, Bec. I have to get to rehearsals. You know Ivan. But I will be here as soon as the day is over to take you to rehearsal with me." He told her. Rebecca flung her arms around Blaine's neck and hid her face in his neck. "You will be fine." He said to her patting her back. "I will be back in five hours." He pushed her away and looked her in the eye. "I love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

"Rebecca, why don't you go find your seat." Mrs. Jenison motioned for the girl to go find the desk with her name on it. "She's cute. You obviously spend a lot of time together."

"Every single day for the last three years." Blaine chuckled. "She sleeps in the back of the Gershwin during my rehearsals."

"You're Blaine Anderson. I loved you in 'Hairspray'." Ms. Jenison said to him.

"Wow, that was a while ago, but thank you." Blaine laughed. "I've got to get going. It was nice meeting you." Blaine said to the woman.

"You as well, Mr. Anderson." Ms. Jenison said to him.

Blaine quickly left the school and hailed a cab to take him to the Gershwin theatre. As he walked into the back of the theatre he saw his new understudy on the stage taking direction from Ivan, the director. The man stood on stage with the script in his hand and his hair perfectly coiffed. He had a tight black wife beater and a part of black sweatpants on. He looked amazing. Blaine caught a glimpse of the man's beautiful blue eyes all the way in the back of the theatre. Blaine took a seat in the back of the theatre not letting anyone know he had finally showed up for rehearsal.

"I know that your range is large. I want this in the lower register." Ivan told Kurt.

"Alright. No high notes." Kurt chuckled. "I can do that."

"Great. Take the first number from the top. Suzie, ready with the music?" He yelled to the older woman in charge of the music for the show. She nodded to Ivan and had the small selection of the pit orchestra start playing the opening number to let Kurt run the number.

Kurt took the song and belted out every note with confidence. He stood on the stage like he had never been off the stage before in his life. Blaine sat in the back in awe of this man. "He's beautiful." Blaine whispered to himself.

Kurt finished the song and stood in the center of the stage. As Ivan looked over his notes he took during Kurt's rehearsal. Blaine stood up and started clapping. Kurt looked up and saw this strange man standing in the back of the theatre that clearly enjoyed his performance. Blaine came rushing up the isle and up onto the stage. "That was amazing." Blaine said walking up to Kurt.

"Blaine, you decided to grace us with your presence." Ivan commented on Blaine showing up.

"Sorry, had some personal stuff to deal with." He told Ivan. Blaine turned to Kurt. "You are really good." He told him.

"Thank you. I'm a huge fan." Kurt told him his face bright red with a blush.

"Blaine, why were you late?" Ivan asked him.

"I had to drop my kid off at school. It was her first day. Notice that she isn't here." Blaine said motioning around the theatre. "I'm sorry. She was nervous and wouldn't let go." Blaine explained.

"Fine, don't make a habit of it."

"I won't." Blaine agreed.

"I'm gonna let Kurt run this first scene all the way from the opening number to the end. Then Blaine you will go." Ivan said and Blaine went backstage to watch as Kurt blew him away.

Blaine was so impressed at how amazing Kurt really was. His voice was flawless and his acting was superb. Blaine didn't understand why he wasn't staring in his own show.

After Kurt was finished Blaine took his place for the first scene as Kurt went to chat with one of the company members, Sydney, backstage. "He's so cute."

"Tell me about it." Sydney said. "Just wish he was on my team." She said and walked away.

Kurt quickly followed after her. "What? Blaine is gay? No, he's got a kid." Kurt said.

"Rumor has it that he divorced his wife because of it. Don't tell anyone I said anything. I don't think he's ready to tell the world." Sydney said. "But by the way he was looking at you and how impressed he was by your performance. He might have a little crush." She winked at Kurt and walked into the woman's dressing room.

"Calm down, Kurt. She could be lying." He said to himself as he was walking back to the stage.

"Kurt!" He heard Blaine yell from the right wing. "Since you're my understudy I kind of want to get to know you. I do it will all my understudies. Maybe you'd like to go and get a drink on Saturday?" He asked timidly. Blaine was undoubtedly crushing on Kurt.

"You go get drinks with all your understudies?" Kurt asked not believing what he was saying after the conversation he had just had with Sydney.

"Not drinks every time, but we go out and have a boy's day. Sort of." Blaine was beginning to panic. "I took one to a Yankee's game. You just didn't seem like the baseball type." He told him.

"You're right. Drinks sound great, Blaine. When and where?" Kurt asked.

"Nitecap on Rivington? Saturday at ten?" Blaine asked.

"I can't—"

"My treat." Blaine interrupted him knowing what he was going to say. "I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, Kurt. If you do I'll pick another upscale bar and drag you there by your perfectly coiffed hair." Blaine immediately realized what he had said and turned a bright shade of red. 'Fuck, he knows you like him now. Good job, Anderson.' Blaine thought to himself.

Kurt only laughed at Blaine's sudden embarrassment. "If you insist. I will meet you there on Saturday."

"Great." Blaine said excitedly. "I mean, that's great. Can't want to get to know you a little better. I normally will take the understudy to some sports game, but I can tell that's just not you. It's not really me either. I'd rather spend time sipping wine and drinking cocktails than not understanding some random football or baseball game." Blaine paused. "I'm rambling." He chuckled and bowed his head.

"A little." Kurt laughed then noticed Blaine's bush again. "It's okay."

Blaine finally looked up at him. "I'll have to get a babysitter. Normally I'll bring Bec along, but I can't take her to a bar." Blaine chuckled.

"I'll do it." Sydney said walking up to the two men. "I love that kid." She continued.

"Really? I'll probably leave the house around 9:30, so it'll just be making sure she doesn't get kidnapped in the middle of the night." Blaine laughed.

"I'll keep an eye on her." Sydney said touching Blaine's arm. She knew just how much Rebecca meant to Blaine. She knew the story of how Veronica ran off because of his sexuality.

"Then we're set!" Blaine clapped his hands together in Kurt's direction. "Saturday at 10 at Nitecap. And drinks are on me." Blaine said with a huge smile on his face.

Kurt went the rest of rehearsal planning out the perfect outfit to wear to Nitecap that weekend, in his head. He needed to make sure he looked his absolute best. This may not have been a date, but it was something. And if Blaine was gay and crushing on him, like Sydney said, then he had to look perfect because it could turn into a date.

Blaine was distracted throughout the rest of his rehearsal. He kept thinking about how amazing and beautiful Kurt was. He kept getting quick glimpses of Kurt in the wings. His blue eyes captivated Blaine. He wanted to stare into them all night.

"Alright, Blaine, you can go get your kid. Kurt! Let's go!" Ivan yelled from the floor. Kurt walked out onto the stage before Blaine had made his way backstage.

"Off to get the little one. See you guys tomorrow." Blaine said walking backstage. He quickly turned around to Kurt. "Oh, I know you don't have to be here tomorrow, but it'd be really great if you came." Blaine said obviously flirting. "I mean so you can learn the show better and maybe have me fired for being interior. And I'm rambling again."

"It's cute." Kurt told him finally deciding that it was okay to flirt with Blaine. "I'll see if I can free up my busy schedule." Kurt chuckled.

"You two, tell each other they're cute and move along!" Ivan yelled.

Both men blushed and quickly turned away.

Blaine raced to the school to pick up Becca after her first day. He was hoping that she had a good day and didn't miss him too much. That she got along with the other kids, but part of him never wanted to bring her back again. He hated not having her at rehearsals cheering for him. At least Kurt applauded when he messed up.

He got there and Rebecca was playing with another little girl. He was expecting her to come jumping into his arms, but she didn't even notice his presence. "Bec?" he said to get her attention.

Rebecca quickly turned around at the sound of her dad's voice. "Daddy!" She said running over to hug him. "Today was so much fun." She told him.

"That's great." Blaine said enthusiastically. "You ready to go home?"

"Not rehearsal?" She asked him sounding very sad.

"No, I managed to get out so we could have the rest of the day." Blaine explained to the child.

"Okay." The girl said to him she quickly got her backpack and the two of them left the school.

"Did you have a good day?" Blaine asked her.

"Yes, Ms. Jenison is really nice. I met a girl named, Beth, and she's really nice too. We played and read books. It was so fun." Rebecca said jumping up and down while holding Blaine's hand.

"Glad you had fun." Blaine smiled picking her up off the ground.

Blaine grabbed a cab and they drove back to his apartment. "What about rehearsal?" She asked him once they got inside.

"It was fine. I was late and got yelled at." He said and poked Rebecca until she was laughing and trying to run away from him.

Blaine chased her through the apartment and, eventually, he caught her and picked her up and started tickling her. "Daddy! Let me go!" She squealed with laughter.

"Never!" He shouted as he dropped down on the living room couch. "I've got you and I'm never letting you go." Blaine said as Rebecca buried her face into the couch cushions.

"Daddy!" She yelled.

"Say it!"

"No!" She yelled back to him.

"Say it or I'm not letting you go and I'm gonna tickle you forever." Blaine said continuing to tease his daughter.

"Fine! I have the best and more talented daddy in the whole world." Blaine let go of her and relaxed into the couch. "You're so silly, daddy." Rebecca said sitting up and sitting next to her father.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked her standing up from the couch.

"Sadri's!" She screamed jumping up from the couch.

"You want to go out?" Blaine asked his daughter. "I was out all day."

"Me too, but we always go out on Monday."

Blaine and Rebecca went out for dinner at Sardi's. They sat across from each other. Rebecca sucked down a large glass of chocolate milk while Blaine laughed. About half way through dinner Blaine caught the glimpse of an attractive man in the corner of his eye. It was the perfectly coiffed hair that made him initially turn his head to get a better look at the man. As soon as he turned his head he noticed it was Kurt.

Blaine gave a small wave then quickly regretted it and went back to concentrating on his daughter.

Kurt looked over and saw Blaine sitting at a table with a little girl. 'Must be his daughter.' Kurt thought to himself. 'That's so cute. Daddy-daughter date night. I should go over and say 'hi'. No, he's with his kid. But I'm not a crazed fan, I'm a friend?' Kurt wanted to go over and say 'hello' but thought it might be inappropriate. So he decided to just stay put. He was out with his parents visiting from Ohio anyways.

"Kurt, you have been distracted all night. What do you keep looking at?" Carole asked him about halfway through dinner.

Kurt snapped back to reality quickly once he realized that he hadn't spoken in several minutes because he was staring at Blaine across the room.

"Boy troubles?" Burt asked him.

"No, well, kind of. I'm not sure. I met the lead of the show I'm the understudy in today and he's really cute." Kurt explained. "He's also sitting over there with his daughter." Kurt pointed slightly towards Blaine, who was laughing with Rebecca.

"Bad idea." Burt told him. "Let it go, Kurt."

"He's gay, dad. He was flirting with me all through rehearsals today. Even asked to go out for drinks on Saturday." Kurt told them. "I don't know it it's a date or what."

"How did he ask?" Carole asked him.

"He said he wanted to get to know me better, but he does it with every understudy he's had. But he never takes them out for drinks in a fancy bar. Then he was flirting. I'm just a little confused by it all. And I don't know when his marriage ended or if he's been in a committed relationship with a man before." Kurt rambled on.

"Best thing to do is ask on Saturday." Carole told him. "He wanted to get to know you better and I can tell you want to do the same. No harm in asking those questions."

"You're right." Kurt sighed and looked over at Blaine again.

The next day Kurt walked into rehearsal just before Blaine. "Have fun last night?" Blaine asked from behind.

Kurt quickly turned around. "What?"

"At Sardi's?" Blaine continued. "Date?"

"How did you? Um, no, my parents are in town." Kurt noticed Blaine sigh with relief. "How did you know I was there?"

"I saw you when you walked in." Blaine admitted shyly. He didn't want Kurt to know that he had been staring at him all night. "I waved like a three year-old and yeah." Blaine started to blush.

"It's cute." Kurt said as if he was talking to a child. "You're daughter is beautiful."

"So you did see me?" Blaine laughed.

"Well, when a guy is waving his arm like a maniac it's hard not to notice." Kurt laughed.

"It was a slight wave. Barely noticeable." Blaine rebutted.

"How old is your daughter?" Kurt asked him.

"Five. She's the love of my life. I wish things were different, but not much I can do."

"Blaine! Kurt!" Ivan yelled trying to get the entire company on the stage for rehearsal.

Both men ran to the stage and saw a fuming Ivan standing all the way down stage. His face had turned the same color of Kurt's red practice shirt. Someone had done something and he was not happy. Blaine knew that he had been late and wasn't as focused the last couple of days, but he didn't think it was a matter to get Ivan this worked up.

"The producers have been watching rehearsals and analyzing everything going on. Apparently, our star's lack of punctuality is a problem for them." Everyone's eyes went to Blaine.

"I've been late once. Yesterday. I didn't leave before you told me I could. I work my ass off to make this show as perfect as it could possibly be." Blaine went off. He was upset that he was going to end up losing his job because he had to take his daughter school each morning. Wasn't being a single father worth anything anymore?

"I understand that, Blaine. Honestly, if you're late I just work with Kurt and don't really think twice. Of course, it would be better if you showed up on time."

"It was once and it will never happen again." Blaine said again.

"Calm down. You're not losing your job; however, we are going to make changes. One, Blaine we all love your kid, but she can't be wondering around when the producers are here. Two, we will do company focused scenes that do not include Blaine slash Kurt until noon to ensure Blaine isn't late. Three, I know we're very laid back, but Clayton, the producer from hell, is an uptight prick with a stick up his ass and while he is here everything is done by Broadway standards nothing less. Got it?" Ivan finished. The company murmured various words of agreement before dispersing from the stage and headed back to finish getting ready for rehearsal.

Blaine walked back to his dressing room fuming mad. He slammed his door just as Kurt slid in. "You okay?" He asked the man pacing back and forth in front of his vanity.

"Okay? No. No, I'm not okay. That fucking Clayton has been a pain in my ass since I got this damn part. He didn't think I looked right. I'm short and have curly ass hair and he was pissed. I wasn't his vision. Luckily, Ivan didn't give a rat's ass what he thought." Blaine burst. "He has been looking for an excuse to get me out of here since day one. He just can't because I'm too damn talented."

"And modest." Kurt interjected.

"What?" Blaine shot him a look.

"Sorry. Was trying to lighten the mood by making a joke. Clearly it didn't work." Kurt said sitting down on the couch. "Sit down." Kurt said and patted the spot next to him. Blaine flopped down onto the couch next to Kurt. "I understand. In high school I was in glee club, don't say anything, and the cheerleading couch was relentless at trying to take us down. In the end she won, but that was because of budget cuts. You just have to stand your ground and show him that you are right for the part. Despite being shorter than a hobbit and having extremely curly hair." Kurt told him.

Someone this little speech made him feel so much better. "Thanks." Blaine said resting his head back on the back of the couch. "You know I took this part because of Becca. She is everything and without a show I have no source of income. And God knows her mother won't be a damn help." Blaine said. Kurt just sat there not wanting to press the subject of his ex-wife. "You know in high school when you feel like you're hopelessly in love?" Blaine asked looking over to Kurt.

"Not really, no." Kurt responded looking down at his hands.

"What?" Blaine perked up.

"I've never had that feeling. Ever." Kurt explained to him.

"Are you serious? You've never felt like you're in love?" Blaine asked. He was flabbergasted at Kurt's admission. "That's…"

"Please don't. I know that I'm a man in his late twenties and I should have had all of those amazing feelings, but I haven't." Kurt told him. "Please, do not feel bad for me." Kurt chuckled. "Nothing to feel bad for."

"Well, it's kind of sad." Blaine said. "Not like pathetic, but like upsetting sad. You're what 26? 27? And you've never felt love before?" Kurt only shook his head. "Well, I felt what I thought was love for this girl in high school and let me tell you something it wasn't. Despite the fact that I'm gay." Blaine stopped. "Oh, please don't say anything about that. I don't want a news article headline reading 'Broadway Star Blaine Anderson GAY!' it just isn't the right time. I guess if I started dating a man I wouldn't try to hide it, but I don't want a big announcement or anything."

Kurt felt his heart soar. Blaine was gay. What Sydney had told him was the complete truth. "So what happened?"

"I told her I liked men and she called me a cowardly liar. That if I wanted out of the marriage I should just say so instead of making up a hideous lie. Which I wasn't." Blaine recalled. "Then in the middle of the night she just left. Packed all of her things and left." He said. "That was three years ago. Haven't heard from her sense and I kind of don't want to." Blaine chuckled.

"But I'm sure it would be nice to have someone there to help with Becca?" Kurt asked.

"More than you know." Blaine told him. "Ha, if we're talking about all of this now what are we gonna talk about at Nitecap on Saturday?"

"My life." They both laughed at that.

"You're the first person I've admitted all of this to. Which is funny, I haven't officially come out to anyone yet and I just sat here and told you. I've known you for 48 hours." Blaine said.

"It's sometimes easier to admit to a stranger. At least you're comfortable enough with yourself that you've accepted it." Kurt told him.

"When did you know?" Blaine asked. "Assuming you're…gay."

Kurt laughed. Everyone had always assumed that he was gay. "Oh, I'm gay and I was finally able to accept it about myself when I was a sophomore in high school." Kurt told him.

Blaine was awe struck. There he sat in front of a proud gay man that had been that way for almost ten years and he was still trying to figure out a way to tell his parents. "Impressive. Wish I had known back then." They sat in silence for a few more seconds. "What did your parents think?" He finally asked.

"Well, my mom died when I was eight."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. It's been close to 20 years. It still hurts, but I'm okay. But when I came out to my dad all he said was 'I know'. He didn't really care. He didn't look at me any differently. I was still his little boy. His little boy that often wore a woman's sweater, but his little boy. He fights to support me. He stood up for me when I was bullied in school. He is truly the best dad a kid like me could ask for." Kurt told him. "What did your parents say?" Kurt asked.

Blaine hesitated for a moment. It had been three years since his revelation and he still hadn't fully come out to his parents yet. "They, um, they…they don't know." Blaine said instantly looking down at his hands as he felt a blush rushing to his cheeks.

"Really? Blaine, it's been, what three years?" Kurt questioned. "Don't you think it's time you tell them?"

"Nope." Blaine said simply. Just as Kurt opened his mouth to speak Blaine cut in. "Look, they're what you'd call slightly homophobic. And by slightly I think they're part of the movement to ban homosexuality in the United States and world." Blaine explained.

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at Blaine's words. "I get it." Kurt told him. "We should probably get back out there. Clayton is probably watching over us today and wants everything to be perfect even though we've only been rehearsing for—"

"A day. You've been rehearsing for a day." Blaine finished. "I've been rehearsing for a month. And I'm still not up to standards."

"Stop complaining and come on." Kurt said opening up the door for both of them.

"Just because we had this little heart-to-heart doesn't mean you're getting out of drinks this weekend." Blaine told him as he walked out of his dressing room.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Kurt smirked and followed Blaine to the stage. Yes, he had a massive crush on Blaine Anderson. He was glad that it didn't seem one sided though. And that he had official confirmation that Blaine was gay. Kurt was excited about Saturday. He could sit and talk to Blaine for hours without getting bored.

So I hope you all liked this. I love the relationship blossoming between our boys. Again, why the title is Blaine's daughter will become clearer. I have this entire thing mapped out in my head. So while I work tirelessly on the rest of this fic you guys should like maybe possibly review? Or favorite? Maybe even follow it? Because well you should. Don't forget to most important thing to recommend if you like it.

-Taylor