Enjoy! And I was going to post this yesterday - but I barely survived that. i...just - nope. PS the first parts are what happen when I write when I drink

"Well, I have actually been thinking a lot about this. But it's ultimately up to you and what you're comfortable with."

"Okay. So?"

"I have always been honest with her. She knows that she is adopted, that she has a birth mom and a birth dad. She is an unbelievably bright little girl and she should know from the beginning. I don't know how she would react if we kept it a secret. I already told her that you're an extra special person."

"Are you sure?" Kurt's glassy eyes met Blaine's.

"More than anything. How do you feel about it?"

Kurt just looked blankly at the man in front of him. He was happy. He was excited. He was over the moon. He was also completely overwhelmed and began to feel like his brain was spiraling out of control. All of the emotions that he has been dealing with over these past weeks were all coming to a head. This was different than finding out about her. This was different that running into her. This was actually meeting her as her dad – birth dad. This was huge.

"-urt? Kurt?" The soft voice pulled at Kurt's attention.

"Huh? Yea?" He managed to sputter out shaking his head unconsciously.

"Are you okay?" Blaine reached his arm out and began to stroke Kurt's arm with the gentle caress that only a lover could offer.

"Yea, it's just overwhelming. I never thought that this day would ever be a remote possibility and here it is. I guess – I guess someone is really looking out for me."

"That someone, now, would be me, and I will watch out for you forever. You know my main concern is Michi but you are a close second. Even with Tony, I, I never felt the connection I do with you. I know that you will be my forever."

Kurt reached over to pull him close. "And you mine. Every night I think about her. Every day I would wonder if she was okay and if I did the right thing. Right now, I just have to thank you. Thank you for giving her the life I always wanted for her. The life I knew she deserved. This is exactly why we gave her up for adoption, for someone like you and Tony to take her as her own and give her everything in this world. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated as he whispered into Blaine's neck as he held him tight. This is what Blaine was meant to do. This is why he was here.

"Baby, tomorrow is the next step in your journey. Are you ready for this?"

"More than anything. I want to do this with you. You are the man I love. I want to make this work, the family that I had to leave behind. The family that found me through the tears and the strife. The family that was meant to be."

"I love you so much Kurt." Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes. That was not what he was expecting to hear.

"I love you too Blaine." He whispered as he pulled his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him close. Both he and Blaine felt the spark through their veins as they kissed passionately. The sparks flew up and down each other's spine. They knew that nothing else in this world was more right than what was happening right now.

The two fell back into the couch passion shooting through their veins. A need for lust pulsated with every increased beat of their hearts, a need which neither man had felt in what felt like a lifetime. For the first time in Kurt's adult life he felt that connection with someone else; a connection that was more than just hormones and desire. This affinity which the universe drew them to was stronger than either man could have ever imagined.

"Please – Kurt" Blaine managed to choke out, as his straining pressure aching against his designer jeans. Kurt couldn't help but to feel the foreign pressure against his thigh. Fuck, Kurt. Even with the lovers they had in their pasts, nothing felt as wonderful, as sexual, as perfect as they did then; in that moment. Nothing in this world could bring them down from their high. "Bedroom? Please?" Blaine managed to beg as he looked down at Kurt looking completely spent, pressed against the cushions of his couch. God. Could this man get any sexier?

"God yes, please yes." Kurt begged between kisses as Blaine stood up. He reached his hand out for Kurt and pulled him up to a stand. Kurt giggled, fucking giggled, as he came to a stand and Blaine nearly came in his pants. He never knew anyone to be as sexy as Kurt was right now.

Blaine pushed him against the living room wall and kissed him hard. He kissed him like he had never kissed a man before in his life and lifted Kurt to wrap about his torso. He carried Kurt up the stairs, just like that.

When they reached the landing he slammed Kurt into the wall, ripping his shirt off in the process. Dear God. The subtle definition of his dancer's body, as compared to his boxer's body, made him nearly lose his shit with anticipation.

"You know if you keep teasing me with the foreplay we will never make it to the main attraction." Kurt whispered breathlessly into Blaine's ear. Blaine quickly hoisted Kurt back up, forcing Kurt to wrap his leg around his lover's as Blaine carried him to the bedroom, making sure the lock the door after.

Blaine gently brought Kurt to the bed and placed him down like a fragile porcelain doll. "Blaine, I am not going to break. You can be rough with me. I can take it. I like it." He whispered to the man who was hovering over him with lust in his eyes as he mouthed on the subtlety defined definition of his abs.

"Please Blaine." And that was all it took before Blaine was a slave to Kurt's master. At that point he could have had whatever he wanted.

And so he did.

"Santana, come on! We are going to be late."

"But my hair, it just wants to curl up, I can't get it straight."

"Santana, we are on the way to spend time with our daughter and you are worried about your hair curling? Shit, embrace your au natural curls and throw it in a pony and let's go." Kurt knew she was nervously stalling but he couldn't help but get aggravated. His anxiety is peaking, even with his medication, he felt like he was going to be sick. However, he wasn't sure whether that would be before or after his heart attack. He was bound to have one before the day was up.

With an attempt at a calming breath he walked into Santana's room. She was dressed in her jeans, blouse and heels sitting on her bed, head rested in her hands. Her hair was a mess of tight curls with sections of it straightened.

"Tan?" He said softly as he walked over to her and crouched to her level. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just so overwhelmed and nothing is going right." He began to lightly caress her forearms, it was his way of comforting her. Unspoken words between the two.

"Come on, I'll fix your hair and we will get going. Today is going to be a great day, I promise you."

She looked up and smiled softly. Kurt grabbed her brush, bands, and sheen spray and quickly pulled her hair back in a bun. "Well gayby, at least if fashion doesn't work out for you, you can still be a walking cliché and be a hair stylist."

Kurt just rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Bitch."

"You love me."

"I do." He replied as they walked out of the room.

They stood by their door, longer than need be, fastening their coats and tightening their scarves. "Santana I will never understand how you managed to get your hands on those fur lined Giuseppe Zanotti stilettos."

She shrugs and smiles at her, obviously jealous, friend. "I have my ways. Now come on, let's go." The two link arms and head out of their apartment, not quite fully prepared to meet the futures, but more than ready to say goodbye to their past.

The two stood nervously outside Blaine's door building up the courage to knock. Right before Santana went to knock they heard a muffled voice from behind the door which stopped her in her tracks.

"No." Kurt clapped his hand over his mouth before giggling.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well for one, the shade of red just doesn't work with the coral tones to the sweater."

"How do you even know this stuff?"

"It's in my DNA."

"How do you even know what that is?"

"Unc told me. Said I'm too fab-less for it not to be genetic." That line from the little girl on the other side of the thick door earned a smirk from Santana. "Daddy, just take off the tie and open the button. This is a lunch date not a night out at the Grammy's."

"You do spend too much time with your uncle."

"Never. He buys me all my shoes." Kurt could sense the eye roll through the door. He motions at Santana to come on and knocks on the door. Santana's hand quickly finds his and holds it tight.

Within seconds a flustered Blaine pulled open the door. "Hey! Come in, come in! We were just finishing up." Santana and Kurt slowly walk into the kitchen area where they find Liliana putting on her boots.

"My God, she's so perfect." Santana breathes out in a whisper.

"Please let me take your coats." The two friends comply and stand awkwardly in the kitchen. Santana's eyes open wide as she watches Blaine walk back from the closet.

"Oh my God Kurt!" She shriek gained the attention of the two men who both stopped what they were doing to look at her.

"What?"

"I see that limp. You guys totally! Oh my goodness, why didn't you tell me? I am so proud of you, Kurt." Blaine flushed crimson and Kurt just rolled his eyes.

"I didn't tell you because it's none of your business."

"Whatever, so Blainers, was it amazing?"

Blaine's mouth opened and shut but sound didn't come out. "You don't have to answer that. You will get used to her." Kurt told him as he leaned over and gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek.

"Why don't you guys go have a seat and I will get you guys something to drink." The friends walked over and sat nervously on the couch, thighs touching, arms linked. Liliana skipped over to where they are sitting.

"Hi guys. You are the people from Target. And now you're in my house. That's crazy. So – you're my dad's boyfriend?"

"Uh, yeah I am." She smirked and pulled herself on to the couch to put her face right up to Kurt's to 'whisper' into his ear.

"Well we gotta make this quick before he comes over. Here's the deal. You seem okay so far, I mean you dress amazingly and my daddy is happy. But listen here, if you hurt my daddy–" She puts crosses her little finger across her throat to symbolize what she would do to him. Santana couldn't help it, she started laughing hysterically.

"Oh, my God. My mascara is going to run. This is gold. Little Snixx…. Best thing ever." She managed to say between giggles.

Kurt leaned over to whisper in Liliana's ear. "I promise I will never hurt your daddy. I love him."

He watched as the little girl smiled ear to ear. "Okay, then we can be friends." This time it was Kurt's turn to smile.

"So guys, what are you talking about?" Blaine finally makes his entrance to the group in the living room.

Kurt watches as Liliana glares at him and shakes her little finger at him warning him to keep quiet. Which, of course, got Santana laughing again. Kurt couldn't help but smile as well. "Oh nothing, just talking about her impeccable dress that she is wearing. An Eliane de Lena purple gathered dress, complete with black tights and wedge knee high leather boots Blaine? I am most impressed."

"He knows his stuff Daddy."

"That is all her uncle and Brittany; you just spoke in Mandarin to me. I have no idea what you just said." He sputtered with a laugh.

"Oh Daddy! Look at the lady's shoes! They have fab-less. Daddy can you get me a pair of shoes like that?"

Blaine nearly choked on his water. "Firstly, her name is Santana and secondly, a pair of five or six inch stiletto boots? Nope, not a chance in this world. You can buy them yourself when you turn 18."

The little girl sighed. "Okay Daddy." She turned around to whisper at Kurt again. "I'm gonna ask unc."

"Not going to happen, little girl."

"Fine." She sulked for maybe five seconds before she perked up. "Hey do you guys want to hear me sing? Daddy says I'm speck-ack-ular."

"Spectacular. And yes, you are."

"We'd love to hear you sing, honey." She jumped off the couch and ran over to the entertainment center where Blaine's iPod was docked.

"She has her own playlist in there with all of her favorite songs. She sings literally all. Of. The. Time." He said softly from his seat in his Lazy Boy to his boyfriend and his friend sitting on the couch.

"Oh this one is perfect!" She presses play and stands in the middle of the, hands folded and head bowed.

"Oh my goodness, she is too much." Kurt laughs as the familiar beat picks up. As soon as the four year old starts singing; however, both Kurt and Santana are awed into silence.

"A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it nutbush, oh nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits"

The little girl's voice was a stunning soprano with just a hint of raspiness. It was amazing, to say the least. They watched the little girl pour her heart out into her performance, which was complete with her original choreography.

"No whiskey for sale
If you get drunk no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it nutbush, oh nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits"

All three adults in the room were captivated by her performance. Blaine had never seen her actually put this much effort into one of her impromptu shows. It almost seemed as if she was trying to impress them.

"You have to watch what you're putting down
In old nutbush, oh nutbush"

Everyone applauded for the little girl when she sang that last note with such soul. "You know San, I think she's even better than we are. And she's only four."

"Well- you know why that is."

"Of course."

"Speaking of which, Liliana come here please, we need to talk to you." The little girl stopped her bows and walked over to her dad. Blaine picked her up and walked over to sit with Kurt and Santana on the couch.

"Okay, Lil. We have to talk to you about something. If you have any questions, just ask okay."

"Okay Daddy, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

Blaine takes a deep breath before replying. "No, nothing bad. It's just kind of big." He looked over at her birth parents sitting close enough to touch him and smiled at them.

"Okay."

"Well you know that Daddy and Papa adopted you right?"

She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Yea?"

"Well you know that means that you have birth mommy and daddy?"

"Yea, you told me that they loved me very much."

"And they do. Well, hunny- remember how I said that Kurt was extra special?"

"OH MY GOD! I knew it. Are they my mommy and daddy?" She jumped out of Blaine's lap in excitement.

"Yes."

All three sets of eyes rested upon the girl who was silently contemplating the situation. Kurt and Santana had yet to actually breathe since the conversation started.

"I knew it. I said it. I said you were so beautiful you could be my mommy. Oh and Kurt, I heard unc say that I had your eyes. I think I do, only yours a prettier cuz of the blue. But I am com-fused about something. Kurt, how are you my birth daddy when you don't like mommies? Daddy doesn't like mommies, only daddies." The look of confusion that spread across her tiny face made them all laugh.

"We will explain that when you're older Mich." Blaine managed to choke out during his fit of laughter.

Liliana walked over to Santana and Kurt and climbed into their laps. She looked at them lovingly and put one arm around each of their necks pulling them tight.

Tears immediately began to trickle down their cheeks when she whispered "Thank you for coming back to me."

Well you guys are just going to have you use your imaginations to fill in the blanks :P This is about emotions - now let your kinkiness be your guide and envision all of the glorious sex they must have had *cough* Brittany *cough*