A/N: This one is exciting, and I'm rather fond of it, also, FFN practically shat itself last time I tried to post a chapter, and the chapter is there, but it didn't send me a notification like it usually does...so fingers crossed.

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"I can't believe you're forcing me to go through with this." Kurt spat into the phone. "I know you don't care about Samantha, you know you don't care about Samantha, why are you making me fight you for her?"

Kurt listened for a few minutes, his expression stony.

"You know what? I don't care. I'll see you in court."

He slammed the phone down and sighed, glaring at it silently.

"Daddy?"

"Hey sweetie." Kurt greeted, gesturing her into his office.

"Was that Papa?" She asked quietly, inching closer.

Kurt hesitated.

"Yeah it was."

"Why are you fighting? Is it because of me?" She was beside his desk now, carefully studying the floor. Kurt pulled her onto his lap, hushing her and hugging her close.

"No. Of course not baby. Your papa and I... We just aren't very good friends anymore."

She frowned. "You're getting a divorce, aren't you?"

Kurt chewed his lip. "How do you know about things like that?"

She gave a little sigh. "Maddie's parents are getting a divorce."

"Well…no…we're not getting a divorce."

"Why?" she demanded, giving him a small frown. "You don't love Papa anymore."

Kurt frowned. "Baby, what makes you think that."

She sighed again. "Daddy, I'm seven. I'm not silly." She shook her head. "You don't love each other, so why aren't you getting a divorce?"

Kurt studied her fine features – his features. She was right – she wasn't little anymore.

"We weren't ever married, sweetheart. We just were together, and then we had you."

She frowned. "Then why is there a problem? Can't we just leave and never see him again?" she tilted her head. "That's what happened in the movies."

Kurt smiled gently. "Life isn't like movies, Sammie. We can't just leave. He's still your daddy, and that means the people in power expect him to look after you still. Besides." He gave her a little squeeze. "Don't you love your Papa?"

She hesitated and chewed her lower lip – a trait she'd picked up from Kurt. "Not really. He was really nice a while ago…but he changed."

Kurt nodded gently. That was the exact reason they had broken up. He'd changed.

"I've got to call a lawyer, baby…so he can help me win the case." At her confused look, he clarified. "So you come with me instead of with Papa."

She nodded in understanding. "Do I have to go play in my room?"

"You can bring your dolls in here if you want….but you have to be quiet."

She nodded eagerly and jumped off his lap, disappearing into the hall. Kurt gave a little smile, before turning to the phone book and searching for lawyers. Trailing his finger down the page, he picked the first one on the list.

Blaine Anderson.

^.^

Their first meeting went surprisingly well. Kurt couldn't find a sitter, so Sam joined him in the waiting room of Mr. Anderson's firm.

"Kurt Hummel?" the receptionist gave him a kind smile and showed him into Blaine's room.

It was a large room, filled with photos of a dog – no partner, no children – but a dog. There were fake bowties on his desk, but he was wearing a lemon one over a lilac button up shirt – a weird combination that went surprisingly well.

Kurt automatically smiled.

"Hello." He grinned at the curly haired man sitting behind a desk.

"Mr. Hummel!" Blaine grinned, his eyes lighting up at Samantha. "And this must be Sammie?"

Sam beamed, nodding. "Hello sir."

"Please, call me Blaine. Both of you." He grinned at Kurt, gesturing towards the chairs.

"Sweetie, you don't have to listen to this, you can sit on the floor with your toys…" Kurt said softly, patting the bag he carried.

Sam shook her head. "I want to listen."

Kurt chewed his lip before nodding and sitting down, turning to Blaine.

"So we spoke on the phone…and you're aware of my situation."

Blaine nodded, sitting up straighter and reverting into 'business mode'.

"Of course, you want custody over Sam."

Kurt nodded.

"So what we've got here is a pretty easy situation – the fact that Sam wants to stay with you, rather than him, will make my job a lot easier. See, it's a lot about what the child wants, and what's in her best interests."

Kurt nodded, smiling at Sam, who gave a nervous smile back.

"You work –you have a stable job and you can support Sammie at home. But what about him?"

Kurt took in a deep breath. "We're in the same situation – Derek and I. I earn a little bit more than him, but he also owns a house and can support her. He…he drinks a lot and he smokes – he's not the best at keeping routines and time…I'm just worried he'll forget about her."

Blaine watched Kurt sympathetically. There was just something about him that sparked an interest – made him want to take a closer look at this case.

It made Blaine want to win.

^.^

"So, if Blaine wins, I get to stay with you forever?" Sammie asked, and Kurt nodded, filling out some paperwork.

"And what if he doesn't win?"

"I'll at least get partial custody over you." Kurt said absently.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you'll stay with me sometimes, and with Papa other times."

Sam nodded thoughtfully, kicking her legs in the air.

They were silent for a little while – she was busy colouring, before she spoke again.

"Daddy…I like Blaine."

Kurt paused, frowning. "You've met him once, baby. He's our lawyer."

She nodded. "I know, but he's just…nice. You know. Really, really nice, with pretty eyes and cool hair...and a neat dog."

Kurt laughed. "He is nice." He agreed.

"How old is he?"

Kurt frowned. "I don't know…he looks about my age though."

She nodded again. "He should come to dinner."

Kurt frowned harder. "Baby, he's a professional. He won't need to come to our house."

"Why can't he be our friend? We don't have any other friends…"

"What about Aunty Rachel and Mercedes and Uncle Finn?"

"Oh…" she said softly. "But they've…they've got partners, and they're related to us."

Kurt frowned, before he finally understood where this was going.

"Baby, I don't need a boyfriend." He smiled at her. "At least, not yet. I'm happy just raising you."

She frowned. "But I don't want just one Daddy. I want two."

"But you don't want Papa?" he asked, and she shook her head.

Kurt laughed slightly. "Baby, I'll sort something out. Just be patient…someone will come along."

She frowned. "I want someone to come along now."

"What about you?" he teased.

"I'm seven. You're old."

Kurt pretended to be offended. "Old? I'm twenty-eight!"

"That's old!" she giggled, and he frowned, launching himself and tackling her gently.

She squealed and laughed as his nimble fingers found her sides, tickling her until she was begging for him to stop.

"Daddy!" she cried in surrender, and he laughed, lying on his side, propped up with one elbow, grinning down at her.

"Love you daddy." She said softly, staring up at him.

"Love you Sammie." He smiled, hoisting himself up and abandoning his paperwork. "What do you want for dinner?"

"The stuff we had…with the cool bread and the hot chicken stuff."

Kurt was drawing a blank. "Uhmm…"

"And we had it in the cool bowls?"

"Oh!" he grinned. "Indian."

"Yeah! And can we watch a movie?"

"Of course. Can you go put it on while I order some food?"

"What do you want to watch?" she asked, following him out to the kitchen.

"Anything you want."

She bit her lip, looking up at him. "I wonder what Blaine's favourite movie is…"

^.^

Sam's infatuation with the idea of Blaine and Kurt getting together didn't waver, like Kurt had hoped. She requested to come to every single meeting they had, and constantly asked Blaine questions in between filling out forms and getting details.

It was their last meeting before deciding a court date, when Kurt's phone started ringing.

"Sorry…if you'll excuse me. Could you…look after Sammie for a sec?" he asked, glancing at his phone.

"Of course." Blaine grinned, and Kurt stepped outside.

"Are you like my Daddy?" Sammie asked immediately, and Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm? In what way?"

"Do you like boys too?" she asked inquisitively.

Blaine was a little taken aback. "Uhh, yeah. I'm…I'm gay."

She nodded. "You and my Daddy should be friends." Sam stated bluntly, and Blaine raised his eyebrows, a faint grin on his lips.

"Why's that?"

"You're good together."

Blaine laughed. "How do you mean?"

"You both smile a lot when you talk to each other. And Daddy's been kinda sad lately…so it's nice to see him smile. And you've got a nice smile too."

Blaine couldn't help but smile. "Well…thanks…but…I think it would be a bit mean of me to just ask your Daddy out on a date. He just lost his boyfriend…."

She shook her head eagerly. "He wouldn't mind. He gets lonely sometimes because I keep falling asleep when we watch Disney movies…and you said your favourite movie was Finding Nemo…so you could keep him company…" she said earnestly, and Blaine gave a little sigh.

"You know what? How about I ask your dad? I'll ask him to come out with me, and we'll see what he says?"

Blaine didn't really know what he was doing, but Kurt was attractive, and the worst that could happen is that he said no. Plus, Sam was a good kid.

Kurt stepped back into the room, a bright smile on his face and his eyes light.

"Guess what." He grinned.

Blaine raised an eyebrow as Sam jumped to her feet, caught in Kurt's enthusiasm. "What?"

"He's called it off." He said, sitting down, the smile never leaving his face. "Taking Sammie would be harder – he said he wants to travel for work, and trying to fit Sammie in with his plans would be hard to coordinate. So…he's giving full custody to me, as long as he gets to see you when he's in town."

Sam looked puzzled.

"That means that you're going to be living with me forever, but you have to see Papa if he's around."

"Will he always be around?" she asked and Kurt shook his head.

She cheered, and Kurt turned to Blaine sheepishly.

"I'm sorry for…wasting your time." He said softly. "But I don't think I need a lawyer for this type of arrangement."

Blaine shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "His lawyer should provide the contract. All you'll have to do is sign them."

Sam looked at Blaine eagerly, but he gently shook his head. The timing wasn't right.

"Thank you anyway." Kurt continued. "For your help…at least I know who to turn to next time I get in trouble." He grinned.

Blaine smirked, standing up and showing him out the door. Sam looked almost disappointed.

"So…"

"Kurt…" Blaine interrupted him, and Kurt glanced at him, taking Sam's hand. "Are you free, today?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "Uhh…yeah…for lunch…"

"Do you think I might be able to take you and Sammie out to lunch then?"

Kurt hesitated, and Sammie pulled on his hand. He glanced down at her, and she nodded eagerly. Kurt chewed his lower lip, glancing up at Blaine. He was great, and attractive, and kind and funny and great with Sammie…but did Kurt want a relationship right now? He'd broken up with Derek almost two months ago now, and he was definitely over it…

But Sammie was his main priority.

But then again, it wasn't a relationship. Blaine wasn't asking him out. He was asking him to lunch.

Kurt grinned a little. "I think that would be great."

A/N: So this will continue, eventually :) We'll get some other drabbles out of the way and stuff. And honestly, when I say there could be a sequel to something, it will get done, but it's most likely going to get done after March 25th - just because we're working on the stuff that comes easiest to us at the moment.