After two months, Kurt's presence in the apartment became old news. He was officially one of them. Just another baby on the third floor. He didn't mind so much. He loved spending alone time with Daddy. Weekends watching Disney movies were accompanied by bowls of popcorn and quick little kisses. On weeknights after being picked up from Nick and Jeff's, Daddy would set him in his walker. He would sit and play with his toys by the piano while Blaine worked on his songs. Sometimes, Kurt would bring his own toy piano over and help him. Daddy always said that he loved to hear Kurt's beautiful voice singing his work. Kurt liked it when Daddy sang with him. They were so good that occasionally, their neighbors would stop by to listen in.

"Remember when we used to sing?" Nick smiled at Jeff.

"Show choir." The blond snorted.

"I sang too!" Sebastian piped up. "I was captain!"

"Yeah for like, a day." Trent teased.

"Shut up!" Sebastian snapped, shoving him.

And then Sebastian would spend a few minutes facing the corner.

"Baby?" Daddy crooned. He gently stroked Kurt's hair, waiting for him to wake up. When the boy began to shift, he tugged the covers back. "Rise and shine, Kurtie-Pie."

Kurt sat up in his crib and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His pacifier had slipped from his mouth during the night and now he searched around for it. Once it was spotted, it was returned to its proper place.

"Have sweat dreams?" Daddy cooed as he picked him up out of the crib and carried him to the changing table.

Kurt yawned and raised his legs obediently so that his wet diaper could be removed. "Mhm."

"Good. Now let's get you dressed and ready to go." Daddy said, leaving him on the changing table in nothing but his fresh diaper. "What are you in the mood for?"

Kurt sat up all the way, kicking his legs idly as he watched Daddy rummage through the drawers in search of a good outfit. "No orange." Was all he had to say on the matter.

"None?" Daddy smiled. "I guess you'll just have to be nakies then."

Kurt's eyes widened. "No nakies!"

"Well what other colors are there to put on you?" Daddy cooed. "Can you say them?"

"Red…yellow…purple…green…" Kurt listed, a small smile growing on his face.

"Hmmmm, yellow's a nice sunny color for a nice, sunny baby." Daddy smiled, holding up a yellow ducky romper. He watched in amusement as Kurt's face twisted decisively before shaking his head. "No yellow? Okay, how about…your cute little sailor outfit?"

Kurt let out a whine and shook his head.

"Overalls?"

Another rejection.

"What are you in the mood for, sweetheart?" Daddy asked.

Kurt hopped down from the changing table and started shifting through the drawers. He located his favorite black button-up vest and smiled, looking for the matching onesie. Then he selected a hat from his accessory drawer and gave it all to Daddy.

"Somebody's in a stylish mood today." Daddy grinned, picking him up and helping him get dressed in the long sleeved onesie. He tugged Kurt's feet through the pants before covering them with black socks. Then he buttoned up the vest, brushed Kurt's hair and stuck the hat on. "There. I'd say you're all ready for breakfast."

Kurt was given a bib and some Cheerios to nibble on while Daddy prepared his diaper bag for Nick and Jeff's. However, when he noticed Daddy packing some of his toys and the portable changing mat, he frowned. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, babycakes?" He asked as he dropped a few of his dolls into one of the smaller pockets.

"Uncle Nick and Uncle Jeff have toys." Kurt reminded him.

"I know, sweetie, but we're not going to Uncle Nick's."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise and his eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

"Sebastian and Trent have to go to the doctor's today so you're coming to work with Daddy. Doesn't that sound fun?"

It most certainly did! Kurt's smile grew in a beam and he squirmed excitedly in his chair. "Let's go!"

Daddy laughed. "Don't spill your juice, Kurtie. "

"Come on! Let's go!"

Daddy came over with a cup of yogurt and a spoon. "Patience, sweetheart. It's not going anywhere. Just relax and enjoy your yogurt."

So Kurt sighed dramatically and poutily opened his mouth so that Daddy could spoon the strawberry Yoplait into his mouth. Then he had to brush his teeth and get his boots on. Finally, it was time to go.

Daddy carried him outside and buckled him into his car seat. Once up front, he turned on Blue's Clues to entertain the boy until they got to the studio. Once they had arrived at the fairly drab looking building, Daddy scooped him up into his arms again and grabbed the diaper bag before shutting the doors with his foot.

"Kitty!" Kurt suddenly remembered, looking back towards the van. Where was his kitty? Had they left it at home? Oh no, that simply would not do! They'd have to go back. They'd have to-

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Kitty's right here in the bag. You can have her once we get inside."

Kurt nodded and grabbed his black and white pacifier from his pocket, stick it in his mouth to suck while they walked through the glass doors of the drab structure.

"Morning, guys!" Daddy called out. The room, filled with twelve or thirteen people, all turned around to look at him.

"Oh! Don't tell me that's your little boy!" One of the girls gasped. "Oh, Blaine, he's adorable!"

"And quite the fashionista." A man smirked, eyeing his black and white striped onesie.

With all of these strangers looking at him, Kurt found himself getting nervous and attempted to hide in the crook of Daddy's neck. A round of "awwws" went around, making Kurt blush even more.

"It's alright, Kurtie-Pie, these are Daddy's friends. Can you say hi to them?" Daddy asked sweetly. When he shook his head, they all chuckled, as did Daddy. "Alright, you're shy. I get it." He smiled, carrying Kurt over to the far corner of the room and placing him on the ground. Setting the diaper bag down, he emptied all of Kurt's toys onto the floor. Dolls, cars, blocks, crayons and coloring books, everything. Then he pulled out Kurt's white kitty and placed the plushy in his arms. "Daddy has to go work now. Can you sit here and be a good boy?"

Kurt whimpered and shook his head, making grabby hands for Daddy. "Noo." He whined.

"But Daddy needs to work. How else can we get food and more Disney movies?" The older man questioned.

"Stay with Daddy!" He insisted. When the man started moving away, he got to his hands and knees and crawled after him.

"Don't you want to draw Daddy a pretty picture?"

"No." Kurt replied stubbornly.

Daddy sighed. "Alright, sweetheart." He picked him up and carried the boy over to the piano bench, setting him down on it carefully. "Now don't fall off." He warned. "Daddy needs to run through a dance so you need to stay right here and just watch, okay?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Where are the dancers?"

"Right here." Daddy said, gesturing to the room of people.

"Where are their tutus?" Kurt questioned.

Daddy paused and laughed. "Dancers don't always wear tutus, sweetcheeks."

Kurt frowned deeply at this piece of news. "Dancers should wear tutus." He stated.

"They must have forgotten theirs." He shrugged.

The younger boy frowned and stood up, looking at the dancers sternly, Kitty hanging from his right hand. "Don't forget your tutus!"

Holding back smiles, the dancers nodded obediently and once Kurt was repositioned on the bench, Daddy started to music.

"And five, six, seven, eight!"