A/N: I have been on such a roll with this fic. I'm amazing myself even. It's gonna start slowing down I have to write a couple of papers for school, but I'll work my hardest to keep posting regularly. This chapter is a little longer to make up for the delayed posting. Hope you enjoy.
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Veronica walked through her apartment in Miami as she heard her phone ring. "Hello?" She said into the phone. "Hello, Meredith, how are you?" She asked.
"I'm wonderful dear. How have you been? Settling into the new place well?" The other woman asked.
"Yeah, it's amazing down here. I'm so happy to be south. The north was always too cold for my taste." She laughed.
Meredith didn't say anything for a moment. "Veronica, why don't you come back?" She asked her.
"What is there for me in New York?" Veronica asked the woman.
"A man, perhaps? I know that you believe what he told you, but I'm sure if he just got one more look at you he'd change his mind." Meredith told her.
Veronica did not want to discuss her ex-husband with his mother. She didn't even like the fact that his parents were paying for her apartment in Miami and all of her moving expenses when she moved every six months. Well, maybe she liked that a little, but discussing Blaine with her was not something she enjoyed or wanted to do. Blaine was out of her life and other than paying her bills she didn't want his family her life anymore as well.
"Meredith, I know what you're trying to do." Veronica called her out. "I don't want to go back to New York. I don't want to see Blaine and I don't want to see Rebecca. They remind me of a life that I let go years ago." She explained as she put the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Yet you continue to talk to me every single day." Meredith pointed out.
"If I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, Meredith, I only answer your calls because you pay my rent." She told her bluntly. "Blaine helps out and our arrangement works for us." She told her.
"What arrangement?" Meredith scolded. "He helps you with expenses and you give him nothing for taking care of your child."
"Rebecca is his child too. I don't want to be a part of that anymore. Blaine was the one that wanted the kid; not me. As soon as I found out I was pregnant I wanted to have the baby and give it up for adoption." She explained. "Blaine somehow convinced me to keep her and I loved her I did. I don't now because I don't know her and I don't want to."
"Veronica!" Meredith shouted from the other end of the call. "She is your daughter."
"Not really. She's just another kid with a single father and a mother that doesn't give a shit."
"I cannot even believe what I'm hearing from you." Meredith was flabbergasted listening to Veronica speak to her on the phone. "A child is a blessing. She is beautiful."
"When's the last time you saw her?" Veronica asked. "I believe it had been almost six months since you had come to visit before I left. Have you seen her since? Or talked to Blaine?" Veronica pressed.
"We are not talking about me."
"See the thing is you don't understand. You're not talking to your kids, plural, and I'm not talking to mine. We're a lot alike, Meredith." Veronica stated very matter-of-fact.
"We are nothing alike. I didn't turn my husband into a faggot." She stated bluntly.
"You do realize that you're talking about your son here, right?" Veronica asked her. "That perfect, flawless son of one that can do no wrong." She said now taunting Meredith. "I'm done with this conversation we have it every time you call. I'm so done with it I might have to go out and get a job in order to pay my own rent." She stated with a smirk on her face.
"You'd never make rent in that apartment getting a job in the field you're qualified for; being a hussy." Meredith stated and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" A man asked walking out of the bedroom in Veronica's apartment in nothing but a towel.
"My ex-mother-in-law. She's determined to get me back with my ex." Meredith said pressing her body against the man's.
"Did I hear you say you've got a kid in New York?" He asked her.
"I have a biological child in New York. I'm no mother. Haven't seen her in three years. Don't really care for the mother thing." Meredith said untucking the towel around his waist. "Come on. I can think of something a lot more fun we could be doing right now." She said pulling him towards the bedroom.
"That woman infuriates me!" Meredith said slamming the phone back on the receiver.
"Then why do you insist on calling her every other day?" William asked her.
"Because at some point she is going to realize that she is wrong and that she does still love Blaine." Meredith told her husband.
"Meredith, I don't want Blaine to be a cock sucking fag, but that woman is awful." William told her. "She was tolerable when she was married to Blaine, but I don't really care to ever see her again." He stated as he lit his cigar.
"I'm going to call Blaine." Meredith announced as she picked the phone back up.
"Woman you are crazy?" William said standing up and taking the phone from his wife. "He doesn't want to talk to you about Veronica. Hell, he doesn't want to talk to you period. Leave him alone." William told her sternly.
Meredith looked at her husband for a moment. "William, I cannot let my baby boy screw up his life this much." Meredith was beginning to shout at her husband. "I'm calling him."
"Will you shut your fucking mouth and listen to me for one damn second?" Blaine shouted into his phone. "I don't think what I'm asking is that big of a problem. I'm asking you to take a little responsibility!" He yelled.
"She is not my responsibility. You wanted her. I gave her to you." Veronica shouted back to him.
"Veronica, you know that my income isn't exactly steady. I need something that is going to be steady." Blaine explained to her.
"Blaine, we're still technically married." Veronica said to him.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that." Blaine told her. "We need to finally get this marriage done. I can't still be with you without being with you. I'm moving on with my life and don't need to be explaining to this guy that I'm still married to my former wife." She stated sternly.
"You're dating? A man? Wow, you are a massive fag." Veronica chuckled.
"We've been having these conversations for three years and you can't move on from the word 'fag'? Grow up, Veronica." Blaine said sounding very annoyed. "I just want like 100 dollars a month. That's it."
Veronica laughed on the other end of the phone. "Blaine, I don't even pay my own rent."
"I know, my parents do which means you should have plenty of cash laying around that you can send to your kid." Blaine screamed.
"Not a chance. She's not mine anymore. You wanted her; you take care of her."
"Dammit, Veronica." Blaine yelled. "You are the most self-centered—"
"Wait, are you actually dating a man?" Veronica interrupted.
"Maybe, but that's not what we're talking about." Blaine yelled. "We're talking about you not paying for your child."
"She's your kid, Blaine." Veronica said very matter-of-fact. "I'm done with this conversation." She said and hung up the phone.
"Veronica!" Blaine yelled into the phone. He slammed the phone down on the counter in the kitchen. His phone started to ring again. "Hello?" He answered it with an angry tone.
"Blaine Anderson, that is no way to answer your phone." Meredith said on the other end.
"I really don't feel like talking to you right now, mother." Blaine sighed. He didn't want to talk to her. Meredith only wanted to speak to him to try and convince him that he needed to get back together with Veronica and after an intense conversation with his ex-wife he didn't feel like getting a lecture. "Can I call you back?"
"No, you may not." She snapped at him.
Blaine pulled out his cell phone and shot a quick text to Kurt.
Blaine Anderson: 10:43 AM
Kill me now. A conversation with the ex and now my mother is lecturing me.
Kurt chuckled at the text.
Kurt Hummel: 10:44 AM
I thought you didn't talk to either of them?
Blaine Anderson: 10:45 AM
I try very hard. They cornered me. Haha. I had to talk to Veronica about child support.
Kurt loved that Blaine thought to text him about his issues with his mother and ex-wife.
"Mother, I—" Blaine was cut off.
"I want you to think very hard about Veronica. She's a nice girl." Meredith gushed to him. "She's pretty and smart."
"She's a whore." Blaine added.
"Blaine Devon Anderson, do not use that language." Meredith scolded him.
"I'm 28 I can speak however the fuck I want." Blaine snapped back.
Kurt Hummel: 10:47 AM
I'm sorry. Just hang up the phone that's what I do when I don't want to talk to people.
Blaine chuckled. "What is so funny over there that you are laughing?" Meredith asked him.
"A text I just got. Mother, I don't want to have this conversation. I do not want to get back together with Veronica. She's a horrible human being. I'd prefer not to talk to her, but she refuses to pay child support and I need the help." Blaine's temper was about to go off.
Blaine Anderson:10:50 AM
My mother would come hunt me down. lol
Kurt Hummel: 10:51 AM
Tell her you're gay. Maybe that will get her to shut up.
Blaine Anderson: 10:52 AM
Funny, Hummel. That's so not gonna happen.
Blaine was no longer paying attention to his mother. He was thinking about Kurt.
"Blaine. Blaine." His mother was repeating his name. "Blaine!" She shouted snapping Blaine back into reality.
"What?" Blaine asked sounding very annoyed.
"Are you even listening to me?" She asked him in her mothering tone that Blaine despised.
"Not really." Blaine admitted. "Look I have to get back to my life with your grandchild that you haven't seen in years despite living ten minutes away."
"You could come visit." She countered.
"Yeah, I could also stab myself in the eye. But neither is likely to happen. I'm hanging up now. Goodbye, mother." Blaine didn't even wait for her to say goodbye and just hung up the phone and unplugged it from the wall.
Blaine Anderson: 11:00 AM
You want to get some coffee?
Kurt Hummel: 11:01 AM
Sure. Where?
"I just don't understand why my mother wants Veronica and me to be together." Blaine ranted to Kurt. "Veronica is a horrible human being. She cares about no one but herself. She won't even send me fifty dollars for Rebecca."
"To be fair you do have sole custody." Kurt said to him.
"Not exactly." Blaine said sipping his coffee. "After she left I was able to contact her. We never legally got divorced. Which means there was no custody agreement. Just she was leaving and I got Becca." He told Kurt.
"Wait, you're still married?" Kurt asked amazed that Blaine hadn't brought this up.
"Technically." Blaine said. "How does it feel dating a married man?" Blaine instantly caught himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to say that. We've never like talked about us dating. We went out from drinks once, last night, but neither of us said it was a date. I did kind of ask you out, but I said it was just getting to know each other."
Kurt let Blaine ramble for a minute before butting in. "It's fine, Blaine." He finally said. "I know you didn't mean anything by it. Calm down."
"I was gonna actually ask you out." Blaine mumbled.
"Then do it." Kurt said with a smug look on his face.
"Are you serious? You want me to ask you out right here? I was kind of wanting it to be more spontaneous." Blaine moped.
"Fine. Blaine, would you like to go out for dinner on Friday after rehearsal?" Kurt asked him.
Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's sudden bluntness. "Of course." They both just stared at each other for a few moments. "But back to what I was complaining about. I call Veronica and ask again for just a few dollars to help support Becca, like a mother should. She told me no." Blaine said. "She has to have money just laying around."
"Why do you think that?" Kurt asked.
"My parents pay her rent."
Kurt almost choked on his muffin. "Are you serious?"
"Yup, to keep her quiet about everything." Blaine said. "Of course it's not like the entire world doesn't know about it. It's stupid. Gahh! This entire thing sucks ass." Blaine pounded his fist on the table. "I wish it would all go away."
"You realize you can start that by filing for divorce. Really cut the cord. Then she'll have to pay child support or go to jail." Kurt suggested.
"I don't want to go through the hassle." Blaine sighed. "She's just so…" Blaine trailed off.
"Blaine, I understand that you hate the woman with a passion, but you're gonna have to do it again." Kurt told him. "What if you want to remarry?"
"You're not gonna ask me to marry you are you? I mean we haven't even gone on our real first date yet?"
"You're hilarious." Kurt told him. "No, what I'm saying is. It's gonna be easier the sooner you do it. This also includes coming clean and out to your parents." Kurt said with a stern look.
"Nope, not yet. I want my kid to know first." Blaine said shaking his head.
"Speaking of which." Kurt said looking down at the time on his phone.
"Yeah, I should go pick her up." Blaine said.
"It's alright. My friend is in town and I'm headed to see her perform at Madison Square." Kurt explained stuffing his phone in his pocket.
"You're friends with Mercedes Jones?" Blaine asked enthusiastically. "That is so cool. How do you know her?"
"We went to high school together. We were in glee club together." Kurt told him as if it wasn't a big deal. To Kurt it wasn't, but Blaine was freaking out.
"You should get me tickets." Blaine said batting his long eye lashes.
"You have a kid." Kurt told him.
"I know that. Sydney can watch her while I go and dance to Mercedes Jones live in concert because the person I am currently 'dating' is old friends with her and then I can meet her." Blaine went into full fan boy mode as he thought about meeting one of his favorite artists. "Please, Kurt."
"You go get your kid and I will talk to Mercedes." Kurt finally said.
"Thank you." Blaine said like a fourteen year-old girl.
Kurt walked into Mercedes' hotel room to find her just getting ready to leave for the venue. "Hey, Kurt." She said once she saw him.
"Quite the setup. There are like 50 people in here." He noticed.
"We're just getting ready to leave. Why are you so late?" She asked him.
"I was getting coffee with Blaine. He needed to vent for a little while." Kurt explained looking through all of her clothes hung up neatly.
"You were with him again today?" Mercedes asked. "Kurt—"
"Look, I like him. He likes me. He's got some shit to work through, but it's worth a shot." Kurt told her as they walked through the hotel and to her car to take them to the venue.
"Have you met his kid?" Mercedes asked him.
"No, I'm sure I will after a little while. She's bound to come to rehearsal at some point." Kurt said looking down at his hands.
"Kurt, it's been years since you've had a real crush on a guy. You've dated and I'm assuming you've had sex, but you seem to really like this guy. I don't want you giving all of yourself to him to get heartbroken." Mercedes told him taking his hand in hers. "I love you too much to see that happen."
"Getting hurt is a part of life." Kurt told her as they drove to Madison Square Garden. "I might get hurt. I might not. I'll get through it. But I'll never know if he is who I think he is if I don't try."
"You are so smart." Mercedes said giving him a hug.
"And speaking of Blaine. He's a huge fan and wants to see you live and…"
"He wants you to try and get tickets?" She finished his sentence. "He's not just using you is he?"
"No, he liked me before I even told him I knew you." Kurt assured her. "So could you?"
"Of course. Are you gonna come with him?" She asked nudging him.
"I don't know." He felt a blush coming to his cheeks.
Kurt Hummel: 3:56 PM
I got your tickets. But there's a catch.
Blaine Anderson: 3:57 PM
YOU ARE AMAZING! Thank you so much Kurt. What's the catch?
Kurt Hummel: 3:58 PM
You have to take me with you.
Blaine Anderson: 3:59 PM
Doesn't sound bad. Sounds like the perfect night actually.
Kurt Hummel: 4:00 PM
Can't wait. ;)
Blaine Anderson: 4:01 PM
;)
Blaine sat staring down at his phone smiling. He couldn't believe he was going out with Kurt so often right after they met. He was enjoying the time he spends with Kurt.
Blaine was shocked out of his dazed state thinking about Kurt with a loud knock on the door. "Blaine!"
"Mom?" He was shocked that his mother was standing outside his door. She hadn't been there in years.
"Open up." He demanded.
Blaine walked over and opened the door for his mother. "What on earth are you doing here?" He asked stepping aside to let her in. Meredith walked in and looked around. "Mom? Why are you here?" He asked again.
"I wanted to see my son."
"We haven't seen each other in a long time. Why now?" Blaine asked watching Meredith look around the apartment suspiciously. "Looking for something?" He asked.
Meredith quickly turned around to see her son. "No. Just that little girl of yours." She smiled.
"She went to the park with a friend down the hall. She should be back in an hour." Blaine said looking down at his watch. "Why don't you come back then?" Blaine suggested.
Meredith only laughed. "I want to talk to you actually." She sat down on Blaine's couch.
"We talked earlier." Blaine stated. "You tried to tell me Veronica was a sweet girl and I needed to give her a second chance."
"Well are you dating anyone?" His mother asked.
Blaine was at a loss. He sort of was. He kept going out with Kurt, but Kurt was a man and his parents didn't know he was gay. "Kind of." He answered.
"Oh? Who is she?" Meredith asked praying that if he said anything it would be about a woman and not a man.
"Just someone from the show. One of the understudies." Blaine explained hoping it wasn't going to go any further. "Happy? I'm dating again and maybe I'll find someone who makes me happy and I'll want to get married again, but until then, mother, butt out." Blaine told her.
"What's her name?" Meredith wanted to know for sure that the person her son was dating was a woman so she could stop worrying about how having gay son will make her look.
"Who's?" Blaine asked.
"The girl you're dating." She said.
"Um…" Blaine didn't know what to say. He wasn't ready to come out to his parents and he didn't want to lie to her about Kurt. "I don't want to jinx anything. Now I have a lot of stuff to do. Memorize lines, go over music. The kind of stuff I can only get done while Becca isn't here."
Meredith reluctantly left the apartment. Blaine sank into the couch cushions. He had the urge to text Kurt, but decided that since he was out with a friend he didn't want to seem needy. Especially, since they hadn't gone out on a real date yet.
Rebecca finally got home an hour later and couldn't wait to tell her dad all about her day. "We played on the swings and played tag with some other kids." She started before Blaine had started dinner. "Mrs. Cline even bought us ice cream." She told him.
"I'm glad you had fun." Blaine wasn't going to mention that his mother had been over to the apartment to see Rebecca. He wanted to protect his child and having his mother around was not a good idea.
"What'd you do?" Rebecca asked him bringing him the pasta from the cupboard.
"Nothing. I just went over my show again." He told her. "Oh, on Tuesday Sydney is gonna come over and watch you. I'm going out with a friend."
"Really? Am I gonna be in bed the whole time?" Rebecca asked with a pouty look on her face. "That's not fun."
"No, I'll be leaving earlier this time. I'm going to see one of my favorite singers." Blaine told her.
"That one you're always playing?" Rebecca asked setting the box of pasta down next to her father on the counter.
"Yup, and you've got to come to rehearsal with me tomorrow after school." Blaine told her.
"Yes!" She shouted and jumped in the air.
"You have to behave and sit quietly in the audience though. The producer doesn't like that I bring you."
"I promise." She said placing her hand over her heart.
"Great. Let's eat."
The next day Blaine had just gotten back from picking Rebecca up at school. He saw Clayton sitting near the front of the theatre and decided to sneak around to the side entrance and take her to his dressing room. "Okay, stay in here. You have crayons and your coloring books. You have a couple of books to read. If you need to use the restroom just ask the first person you see. Everyone knows you." Blaine smiled setting his child up in his dressing room. Clayton was sure not to go in there so he figured it was safe.
"You got it, dad. I'll be right here." She said with a large smile on her face as she sat down to start coloring.
"Love you." Blaine said as he walked out the door.
Several minutes later Rebecca was finding it hard to hold it so she opened the door slightly to see a man walking by. "Um…"
The man turned around when he heard a small voice. "What do you need?" He bent down and asked her.
"I have to go potty." She said quietly.
The man laughed and took her hand. "Alright."
As they walked down the hall to the bathroom Rebecca kept staring at the man. "I've never seen you before." She said to him.
"I'm new. I'm your dad's understudy. My name is Kurt." Kurt told her looking down at the dark brown eyes of the child.
"I'm Rebecca Anderson."
"It's very nice to meet you." Kurt said to her with a large smile on his face.
Rebecca just smiled at him.
Kurt and Rebecca were walking back to Blaine's dressing room. Rebecca had taken a liking to Kurt. "So you're the one who knows all of daddy's stuff too."
"Yup."
"And you do his job if he can't?" She asked
"Exactly." Kurt told her.
They got back to Blaine's dressing room and Rebecca went back to coloring and taping them to the wall.
"You gonna be okay?" Kurt asked her.
"Yup, I do this all the time. No one ever knows I'm here." She flashed Kurt the same smile that Blaine kept giving him.
"Alright. I have to get to the stage. Have fun." Kurt said and slipped out of the room.
As Kurt was walking to the stage he bumped into Blaine. "Hey." Blaine said wanting to kiss his cheek.
"Your kid is a sweetheart." Kurt told him.
"You met her?" Blaine asked him.
"She needed to go to the bathroom and I was the first person she saw." Kurt explained to him.
Blaine was actually happy that Rebecca had met Kurt because eventually they were going to meet. And it's better when they are just friends than when they've gotten in deeper. If they ever do.
"Yeah, she takes after her dad." Blaine said with a cheeky grin.
"I'm sure. You find a sitter for tomorrow night?" Kurt asked.
"Yup, Sydney is gonna pick her up from school and we're gonna go party with a celebrity." Blaine said enthusiastically.
"You do realize that you're sort of a celebrity? Right?" Kurt laughed.
"Yeah, but this is one that I really want to see." Blaine was almost bouncing on the spot.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's giddiness. "The show is really good. She's an amazing performer." Kurt told him. "I've got to head out. See you tomorrow."
"I'll pick you up. Wait, is this our first real date or is Friday going to be?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt stopped for a second. He didn't know. He wanted the previous Saturday to be their first real date. "Why not make it a two part date? That's less confusing."
"Not really." Blaine paused for a second. "I have an idea." Blaine turned around and walked into his dressing room. Seconds later he walked out with two pieces of paper in his hands. "Kurt, I have an extra ticket to see Mercedes Jones tomorrow night at Madison Square Garden. Would you like to go with me? As my date?" He asked him handing Kurt one of the pieces of paper.
"Of course. That sounds like a great time."
"Great!" Blaine almost shouted. "What time should I pick you up?"
"Mercedes said to meet her at the venue at 3:00." Kurt told him.
"I'll be at your apartment at 2:00." Blaine said with a flirtatious smile. "I cannot wait." Blaine smiled and walked back into his dressing room. He leaned against the door and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Rebecca asked looking up at him from the floor where she was coloring.
"I'm perfect actually. Come on let's go home." Blaine said picking her up and carrying her from the theatre.
The next day both men sat and stared at their closets as they did the Saturday before. Both wanting to look absolutely perfect considering it really was a date this time.
After Blaine finally settled on an outfit for the concert he went out and caught a cab to take him to Kurt's.
Kurt had just finished getting around when he heard a knock at his door. "It's open!" He shouted.
Blaine walked in. "You need to lock this door. You live in New York." Blaine shouted through the apartment.
"But I knew it was you." Kurt told him emerging from his bedroom. "Ready?"
"How did you know it was me?" Blaine asked him.
"My bedroom window looks out over the street. I saw you get out of the cab." Kurt told him grabbing his jacket. "Come on."
They walked down to the cab. As soon as they were on their way to the venue Kurt turned to Blaine. "I have to warn you about something." Kurt told him.
"What?" Blaine asked a little worried.
"Mercedes thinks that I need to cool it with…whatever this is…because you have daughter." Kurt admitted to him.
"Oh." Blaine said sadly.
"She's just worried about me getting hurt. I told her what a great guy you are and at that point we hadn't even been out on a date. I'm sure she'll like you. She's just…" Kurt paused to find the right word to use. "Protective."
"I get it. You've gone through a lot and she doesn't want you hurt." Blaine said. "I'm not gonna lie this is my first time dating with a kid attached to me, but I like you. And I don't know how this is gonna go working together and with Becca, but I want to give it a shot."
"Me too." Kurt smiled at him. Blaine loved Kurt's smile.
They sat in comfortable silence as they rode to the venue.
"How are we gonna get in?" Blaine asked as they walked to the back of Madison Square Garden's.
Kurt pulled out his backstage pass and opened the doors. "He's with me." He told one of the security agents. "I'm kind of a big deal around here." Kurt joked.
Blaine looked around the backstage area. "This is so much different than Broadway backstage." He kept looking around at all of the people trying to get everything ready for the show that night. Kurt thought his curiosity was kind of…cute. They stopped just outside Mercedes' dressing room. "Hold on." Blaine said. "Let me calm my nerves."
Kurt laughed and knocked on the door. "It's Kurt. You decent?"
"Come on in." She yelled through the door.
"You ready?" Kurt asked looking over at Blaine, who looked like he was going to be sick.
"I'm good." Blaine said. Kurt opened the door and the two of them walked in. "Oh my God. You weren't kidding." He said quietly to Kurt.
"Blaine this is my good friend Mercedes. Mercedes this is Blaine." Kurt said.
"It's so amazing to meet you. I'm a huge fan." Blaine blurted out. "And I'm making such a fool out of myself. I just really like your music. And your voice."
"He rambles when he's nervous." Kurt told her.
"I noticed. Well, Blaine, it's nice to meet you too. Kurt won't stop going on about you."
"Mercedes!" Kurt snapped at her quietly.
"You talk about me?" Blaine asked him.
"Occasionally." Kurt said his face had turned completely red.
"I have to go to the meet and great so help yourself to the food and I'll be back later." Mercedes said and left the room.
"I've met celebrities before. I've gone to the fucking Tony's, but yet I completely embarrassed myself." Blaine said and sat down on the couch in the room.
"It wasn't that bad." Kurt told him sitting down next to him. "She thought it was cute. She meets crazy teenage girls all the time. A crazy 28 year old man is no different."
"You're not helping, Kurt." Blaine said to him.
"I thought it was cute." Kurt told him quietly.
"You think me babbling like an idiot is cute?" Blaine asked.
"Adorable." Kurt told him. They both began to blush. "Want to explore? We can really do whatever we want to."
"Yeah." They both got up and the first place Kurt took him to was the stage.
They walked out onto the large stage that Mercedes would be performing on that night and looked out into the rest of the arena. "What do you think?" Kurt asked him.
"Could you imagine having this many people staring at you at once?" Blaine asked. "Broadway theatres don't have this many seats." Blaine looked around a little more. "This is incredible."
"Yeah, it's crazy." Kurt said stepping closer to Blaine. "When we were teenagers we only dreamt this possible. I never thought I'd be headed to Broadway and Mercedes would be playing Madison Square." Blaine looked over at Kurt. "We were always told we weren't good enough. Except by each other and our music teacher." Kurt looked at Blaine. "The possibilities are endless I guess."
"Especially since both of you are insanely talented." Blaine told him.
"Thanks, Blaine." Kurt couldn't help but stare at him for just a few more seconds. He truly was beautiful.
"Thank you again for the tickets." Blaine told him. "We barely know each other and I start begging you for stuff." He laughed.
"Thanks for being okay with me coming with you." Kurt told him.
"Always." Blaine could only smile. He couldn't believe the man standing in front of him actually wanted to be with him.
"Come on let's go back and get some food." Kurt said grabbing Blaine's hand.
The concert finally started and Mercedes was about to sing the song that she wrote for her now husband, Sam Evans.
As the ballad went on Blaine moved closer and closer to Kurt. By the end of the song Blaine had his arm curled around Kurt's waist pulling him closer.
Mercedes could see the men in the audience. Kurt looked completely happy with Blaine's arm around him. She couldn't help but smile. She finally saw what Kurt was talking about when she saw them like that.
"The show is almost over. She sings 'Shakin' My Head' last. If we go backstage she might pull us out to dance with her." Kurt told him.
"Come on." Blaine said pulling Kurt towards the entrance backstage.
They snuck backstage and waited for the next song to start.
"New York, you guys have been absolutely amazing tonight. I've got some friends out in the crowd. I love you guys. This is the last song for tonight. My first single EVER!" Mercedes said into the microphone. The crowd, somehow, got even louder as the music started.
As her back-up singers sang the opening bars she went to the wing and grabbed the two men pulling them onto the stage. "These are my good friends and Broadway stars, Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel!" She started to sing while the men danced on the stage with her having the time of their lives.
The show ended and everyone cleared the stage. "That was amazing, Mercedes. Best concert I've ever been to." Blaine gushed.
"Because you got to get on stage." Kurt added.
"That was a bonus." Blaine laughed. Blaine's phone started to ring. "Sorry, babysitter, got to take this." He walked away.
"I approve." Mercedes told Kurt.
"Thank you." Kurt nodded.
"You sure?" Blaine asked Sydney over the phone. "How high?" He paused for a moment. "I'm on my way home. Thanks, Syd." He said to the girl and hung up the phone.
"Everything okay?" Kurt asked walking up behind Blaine.
"Bec's got a high fever. I've got to get home." Blaine told him. "Mercedes, thank you so much for tonight. It's been amazing. You're a really great performer. But my kid's got a fever and I have to get home."
"Thanks for coming, Blaine. It was great to meet you. Have Andre take you. I'll ride with the girls." She told him.
"Thank you, again."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Kurt asked not wanting to intrude.
"Actually," here it comes, "that'd be great." Kurt was not expecting that. He barely knew Becca, but he guessed that having him there might calm him down a little.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Kurt gave Mercedes a kiss on the cheek then left with Blaine.
Andre, Mercedes' driver, rushed them back to Blaine's house.
"How is she?" Blaine asked as soon as he walked in the door.
"Her fever it at 102 right now. She just keeps calling for 'daddy'." Sydney told him.
"Thanks, Syd." Blaine ran into the bedroom to Rebecca lying in her bed calling him. "Hey, daddy's here. What's wrong?"
"I don't feel good." She whined. "I been frowing up." She told him.
"You've got the flu, I'm sure." Blaine told her. "I'll be right back." He left the room to get a cold wash cloth. "Kurt, I'm sorry to ask this, but there's a CVS down the street."
"I'll get some flu medicine." Kurt told him grabbing his coat and headed out the door.
Blaine went back to Rebecca's room. "Blaine, I'm gonna head home." Sydney told him.
"There's a fifty on the table. Take it. Thanks for everything." Blaine smiled at here.
"Thanks and not a problem. Bye, Bec." Becca only lifted her hand slightly to waving 'goodbye' to Sydney as she left the apartment.
Shortly after Sydney left Kurt said gotten back to the apartment with three different flavors of children's flu medication. He walked into Blaine playing the guitar for Becca as she laid there with a cool wash cloth on her head. "Kurt?" Rebecca said making Blaine stop playing and turn to see Kurt.
"Alright. I come bearing feel better juice." Kurt said lifting up the bag to show her. "I have orange, that doesn't taste like an orange. Grape that doesn't taste the grape. And bubble gum that I'm not brave enough to try, but I thought Becca here might be." He smiled at her and pulled up a chair. "Which one?" He asked her.
"Orange. That's the least icky." She told him.
"Orange it is." He said pulling it out.
"I'll get you a class of water." Blaine said getting up and going to the kitchen.
"Alrighty, let's show this flu who's boss." Kurt said pulling out the orange flavored medication. "You're what 25?" He asked looking at the age to dosage on the bottle.
Rebecca let out a slight giggle. "I'm 5." She told him.
"Okay, I was a little off." Kurt poured the medicine into the cap provided and had Becca drink it down. "I'm sorry." He told her once he saw the look of disgust on her face. "Where is your father with the water?" He asked taking the cap.
Blaine was standing outside Rebecca's bedroom door listening to the two of them. Kurt had a way of making his child smile. Not many people could do that.
"Blaine!" He looked at Rebecca. "Daddy!" Kurt yelled.
"Daddy!" Becca started to yell with Kurt.
"You two are annoying." Blaine said walking into the room. "Here drink this." He told his daughter.
"You should feel so much better tomorrow." Kurt told the girl. "But you have to sleep. Goodnight, Becca." Kurt told her and walked out the door.
"I like him." She told Blaine.
"Me too."
"Is he your boyfriend?" She asked her father.
"What?" Blaine was shocked at her question.
"Like you and mommy? Is that what Kurt is?" She asked again.
Blaine knew that it wasn't going to be extremely hard to explain this to a five year old, but this still shocked him. "I want him to be."
"He should be. He's funny." She told him.
"Yeah, he is." Blaine said tucking her in. "Now go to sleep. Goodnight, baby sweet. I love you."
"Love you too, daddy." She said and immediately dozed off.
Blaine quietly walked out of the bedroom. "She likes you." Blaine said to Kurt after reaching the living room.
"She's a sweet kid." Kurt told him.
"She asked if you were my boyfriend." He let out a small chuckle.
"Kids." Kurt said trying to sound nonchalant, but failing.
"Kurt, I had a great time tonight. Sorry we had to cut it short." Blaine told him.
They both went and sat down on the couch. "It's fine. Your first priority should be Becca. I would have been upset if you didn't rush home." Kurt told him. "But I had a great time too." After a few seconds of comfortable silence and staring into each other's eyes Kurt looked down at the time on his phone. "I should get home." He told him.
"Yeah, it's late. Text when you get there." Blaine told him. "I know it's not far, but still. And sorry if you wake up with the flu tomorrow. It wasn't my fault you got that close to patient zero." Blaine laughed.
"I'll blame you though." Kurt laughed as Blaine opened the door for him. "About what Becca asked you?"
"I'm hoping after Friday I'll be able to answer yes." Blaine said to him.
"Me too." Kurt said with a smile. "Goodnight, Blaine."
"Good night, Kurt." Blaine said.
Kurt turned around and headed for the elevator as Blaine shut the door to his apartment. Blaine stared at the door for a moment willing Kurt to come back so he could kiss him. He heard a knock. "I forgot my jacket." Kurt said through the door.
Blaine opened the door to let Kurt back in. "You might want that. It's September, but it's chilly."
Before Kurt could step fully into the apartment Blaine had pressed him lips against his. After a few seconds Blaine pulled away. "You can answer 'yes' to that question if you want to." Kurt chuckled.
Blaine only laughed at him. "Thanks."
"I really did forget my jacket." Kurt told him pointing to the chair.
"Right." Blaine walked over to grab Kurt's jacket and handed it to him.
"So are you?"
"Am I what?" Blaine asked confused.
"Gonna answer 'yes' to Bec's question?" Kurt asked him.
Before Blaine could answer Kurt was kissing him. After several moment of their lips moving in perfect harmony Kurt pulled away. "Yes." Blaine answered him.
I wasn't planning on writing that last part in this chapter, but I couldn't help myself. So I hope you enjoyed it. I'm glad Kurt and Blaine are finally dating. And I LOVE Kurt and Rebecca's relationship that's blooming. And just so you're not confused, not assuming you are, just in case though. Blaine's parents know he's gay because Veronica told them. Blaine doesn't know she told them and thinks that his parents don't know. And this chapter is longer because of me postponing posting it. Be sure to tell me if you liked it through reviewing or favoriting or following. Also, it'd be awesome if you guys recommended this to fellow Klainers.
-Taylor