A/N: Oh gosh guys... Jen and Jacky just drank some calming drink, and they're about to drink mother... Help? Please?
"I love you."
Kurt giggled.
"I already knew that silly." He said, bumping Blaine's shoulder affectionately.
"Do you love me?" Blaine said insistently, snuggling closer and placing his head on Kurt's shoulder, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Kurt laughed, wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulders and kissing his forehead.
"Fine... I love you too."
"Good." Blaine said, pulling away from Kurt with a smirk. "I have something to tell you."
Kurt let Blaine pull him to his feet.
"Good or bad?" he asked hesitantly, following Blaine slowly out of the room.
"Good." Blaine smiled. "Definitely good."
"Good for me or good for you?"
Blaine paused, glancing at Kurt nervously.
"...Hopefully both?"
"Hopefully?"
"Well, I think it's good. At least, it's kinda good for me. I'm not entirely certain how you'll take it..."
"Blaine, what aren't you telling me? And where are we going?"
"Erm... you'll see."
^.^
Kurt fidgeted nervously the whole trip, twisting his hands in his lap, glancing anxiously at Blaine.
Finally, Blaine pulled into a car park, switching the engine off and twisting in his seat to take Kurt's hands.
"Kurt..."
Kurt was chewing on his lip. Blaine took a deep breath.
"I ... have a daughter." He said softly.
"B-Blaine?"
"Kurt, breath." Blaine reminded him gently. "Let me explain, please?"
Kurt took a shuddering breath, nodding slowly.
"O-Okay." He nodded, still looking shocked. "I'm listening...?"
Blaine sighed.
"Okay, remember about five years ago? We'd just moved in together, and we were struggling?"
"Yeah..?"
"Well, remember when I went out with the guys from my course?"
Kurt nodded.
"I don't remember much, but someone – I think it was Santana actually – don't ask, I have no idea why she was there, convinced us – well, mostly me – " Blaine blushed "To become sperm donors."
Kurt's expression cleared a little.
"So why are we here?" he asked, trying to read the sign on the building in front of them. "Blaine, is this an orphanage?" Kurt gasped.
Blaine nodded sadly.
"Is your... your daughter in there?"
Blaine nodded again.
"My, uh, donation went to a single mother... and she was in an accident a few months back... They tracked me down a week or two ago – by a blood test –" Blaine explained to Kurt's questioning look, "And, uh...They arranged a meeting, for me to discuss things, and to meet her...They... Theywanttoknowifwecantakeher." He said in a rush, looking down at the steering wheel.
"Blaine?" Kurt said, waiting until Blaine looked up at him. "Why don't we go meet her?"
^.^
They were both oddly quiet on the car ride home. Kurt was a bit shell shocked – he couldn't get his head around the fact that Blaine had a daughter, let alone that fact that they might be able to gain custody over her. Blaine was reeling as well – he'd just met his daughter and she was beautiful.
They'd been talking to the Matron of the house, discussing custody, and what they still had to do if they wanted to keep her when someone knocked on the door. The Matron had smiled, calling for whoever it was to come in.
The door opened, and both Kurt and Blaine twisted in their seats to see the newcomer.
A tiny little girl stood in the doorway, a teddy bear clutched in the hand she held by her side, her thumb in her mouth. Her long, curly hair was held back with a hair tie, and she blinked at them, studying them curiously.
With a yawn, she wandered over to Blaine, tugging on the material of his pants and holding her arms out. Stunned, Blaine picked her up, and she cuddled into his chest, blinking sleepily.
"Who's this?" Blaine asked quietly, gently stroking the material of her teddy.
"Bear." She whispered, cuddling it into her chest and peering up at Blaine. "He's my Bear."
Kurt had smiled, stretching out his arms to the child who looked exactly like Blaine – well, if Blaine had been a girl.
She'd gone to him trustingly, nestling into him when he'd petted at her hair.
"He looks like me." She whispered conspiratorially, glancing at Blaine. Kurt had smiled down at her.
"He does, doesn't he?"
^,^
Blaine had been itching to talk to Kurt for the past half an hour – but he didn't want to push it.
Finally, they pulled into their driveway, and Blaine burst.
"So?"
Kurt smiled at him dreamily.
"She looks just like you."
Blaine smiled then, leaning forward to brush Kurt's cheek with his lips.
"I think I got that from your conversation with her." He teased. "I think you held her more then me."
Kurt's smile faltered.
"Blaine... would we be okay with her?" he asked worriedly. "She's still only tiny... she's going to need so much time, and care, and we barely have enough money for us to live comfortably..."
Blaine bit his lip, dropping his head to rest it against Kurt's shoulder.
"I know... But I want her to live with us... so much Kurt."
Kurt sucked in a deep breath and his brain raced – trying to figure out the ramifications of having her...
His eyes squeezed shut and he let out the breath.
"Okay."
"Really?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"Yeah." Kurt's eyes closed, trying to figure it out. "We'd have to take some extra shifts, and clean out the study for her to use as a bedroom... and probably cut back on a few things... but yeah, I think we can do it Blaine."
Blaine's eyes lit up.
"Oh my god, thank you Kurt! Thank you!"
Kurt smiled.
"I want to adopt her too. So that she's ours... and so that this will never happen again."
Blaine smiled, bumping their foreheads together.
"I love you."
A/N: Happy New Years Eve :D