A/N: So Claire wrote 'donor' and I was like 'omg I could write this the same way but different' and so I did. :D And also, OMG WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF FINISHED THINGS TO UPLOAD. I'm freaking out because we have about 33 unfinished stories and we just can't finish them. And also about 23425 prompts. *Sigh* But we have a pretty, pretty surprise for you coming up soon ^^

Rating: T

A knock on the door was the last thing that Kurt and Blaine were expecting. It's not that they weren't social creatures, but it was Saturday morning – and really, who would bother to visit someone in the morning? Plus, who wouldn't call first?

Kurt hauled himself from the couch, where he was nestled in tight with Blaine. They had been watching a movie, and Blaine paused it with a sigh. Kurt patted him gently on the head before heading to the door, opening it slowly.

Kurt paused.

Holy hell.

She was about sixteen, maybe, with dark, almost black ringlets cascading around her face to her shoulders. With semi-high cheekbones and piercing brown, hazel eyes, she could almost pass to be Blaine's twin.

Kurt's mouth dropped, and she stared at him expectantly.

"Hello."

Kurt spluttered to life. "H-Hi. Can I help you?"

She cleared her throat professionally and smiled slightly. "I'm looking for Blaine Anderson. Does he live here?"

From behind Kurt, Blaine stepped up to the doorway, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and staring down at her.

"Hummel-Anderson, actually." Blaine corrected, and she looked them up and down once before nodding.

"I see."

Blaine and Kurt were slightly taken aback. "So…what did you want from me?"

She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Tenille Cherry."

Blaine raised an eyebrow and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, but you still haven't explained why you're here."

"I…" she faltered, and suddenly the look of respectability and sophistication was gone, and she was the sixteen year old again. In a flash, she was back, straightening up and sucking in a deep breath. "I was looking for you, because I have some information…some information that you might be interested in hearing."

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance.

"Go on." Kurt humoured her.

She reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a large stack of papers. "Do you mind if I came in…it's kind of like…a presentation thing?" There was that sixteen year old again.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other again before shrugging and stepping to the side, leading her to the living room. They hung back slightly as she got to work, spreading documents around and sorting through them.

"Do you know her?" Kurt whispered, but Blaine shook her head. "She looks a lot like you."

Blaine laughed. "Oh sure."

Kurt faltered. "No…seriously…she looks exactly like you, when we first met…ya know, if you were a girl…"

Blaine snorted and sat down on the couch. "What did you want to tell us?"

She drew in a deep breath. "Seventeen years and four months ago, you donated at a sperm bank."

Blaine spluttered. "What?"

"Let me talk, please." She bit her lip, trying to hide a smile at Kurt and Blaine's livid expressions. "My mother – Kelly Cherry – was single at the time and desperately wanted a baby, so she tried to find a partner and all that jazz, but she failed, so she turned to the sperm banks. Nine months later, I was born."

Kurt's jaw was on the floor. Blaine looked embarrassed and a little shocked.

She watched them expectantly, before pulling two sheets out and handing one to each of them.

"These are the records of the transfer." She said, and Kurt stood up, shaking his head.

"Excuse me Tenille. I need to…I need to talk to Blaine."

Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, watching as Tenille fluttered around nervously.

"What?" was the only thing Kurt could say.

Blaine bit his lip, shaking his head. "I had no idea this would happen…"

Kurt's eyes were wide. "What? Blaine…seventeen years ago…we'd just moved out of home! What were you…what?"

Blaine sighed, his head dropping. "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. It was…it was a mistake. A stupid, drunk mistake…"

Kurt just shook his head wordlessly.

"Kurt…" Blaine was starting to get worried.

"Yeah…okay." Kurt swallowed hard and nodded slightly. "Well…what is she here for then?"

"Why don't we go ask her?" Blaine said cautiously and Kurt nodded, returning to the room to find his daughter-

No. She was not his daughter. Not really.

"So…Tenille…" Kurt said carefully. "What are you here for…exactly? Why did you track Blaine down?"

Tenille smiled slightly. "My mother never married…never dated, nothing. I've never had a real father figure in my life." Kurt and Blaine's eyes simultaneously widened. "And I'm not saying that I want you guys to suddenly become my fathers." She said quickly. "But…see, I was wondering if I could maybe spend some time around you when you're not busy…and possibly get to know you a little better…?"

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. Kurt bit his lower lip, Blaine watched him questioningly.

Finally, Kurt sucked in a deep breath. "Tenile..."

Immediately her face fell.

"Does your mother know you're here?"

She sighed. "No...and look, don't worry about it. I'm sorry for disrupting your...movie...I'll-I won't come back. I'm sorry."

She turned to go but Blaine caught her arm. "Just wait."

Kurt swallowed. "It's not that we don't want to spend time with you...or get to know you better...but this is very...sudden. I mean...I think we need some time to talk and stuff."

Tenille chewed her lower lip and nodded slightly.

"So how about you give us your mobile number and then we'll call you..."

Her eyes lit up. "Yes! Please!" she grinned. "Thank you..."

Kurt nodded, his arms folded, and Blaine could see that he was uncomfortable. Uh-Oh...

Tenille wrote her number down on a slip of paper and presented it to them, beaming. "Talk to you soon then?"

Blaine nodded and took it, before showing her out. By the time he had returned, Kurt had collapsed on the couch.

"Kurt?"

"You have a daughter..." he mumbled. "A daughter. Which means she's kind of mine because Blaine, we're married and you have a daughter!"

"Whoa..." Blaine sunk down on the couch next to him, his hands flying to Kurt's shoulders where he massaged them gently. "You don't have to have her."

Kurt's head dropped. "I don't know. But it's not even that. It's the fact that you're thirty seven and you have a daughter!"

Blaine smirked, resting his forehead against Kurt's shoulder. "Babe, it doesn't...why is it freaking you out so much?"

"Because there is a little girl with your DNA out there...and she isn't because of me."

Blaine snorted. "Babe...it couldn't have been because of you anyway."

Kurt frowned and swatted him. "I mean, it wasn't my choice..."

"Wait...does this mean you want a kid?"

"No! I just...Tenille exists and I wasn't expecting it and we were just watching a movie and now you have a daughter and-"

Blaine cut him off with a kiss, sighing against his lips. "We don't have to see her ever again, you know..."

Kurt bit his lip. "She's nice..."

"But we don't have to see her. Her mother hasn't tracked me down – meaning she doesn't need me to pay child support, and the fact that she tracked me down just means she's confused. I'm sure she has uncles and people at school she can rely on. It's not that big of a deal."

"Do...do you want to get to know her."

Blaine sighed gently. "She's great, and yeah, I think I do want to see who she is...But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll tell her no."

Kurt's eyes squeezed shut. Blaine wanted it.

He swallowed hard.

"Yeah...okay. Let's spend some time with her."

A/N: Did someone say sequel? Maybe. Anyway, give us a couple of days and we'll get back on track.