A/N: A prompt for someone on Tumblr :D

Amity was freaking out. And for good reason this time too.

She stared down at her blood soaked pants and tears welled to her eyes.

That couldn't be good.

This was one of two things.

Either she was bleeding internally, or she was having her period.

To be perfectly honest, she hoped it was the former.

She'd read all the books and pamphlets her fathers' had picked up, but nothing could've really prepared her for this. And how was she supposed to tell her dads? 'The Talk' was awkward enough – with constant blushing and mumbling.

Amity had ended up Googling most of it in the end, despite how helpful they had tried to be.

But she had to make a decision now.

To tell them or not to tell them…?

She wiped her eyes – she wasn't crying properly, it was more of a shock than anything else – and stood up, pulling her pants off completely in the process.

Thank god her dads were out shopping.

She darted to her room, grabbed more clothes and then showered before putting her soiled pants in the wash.

Did blood stains come out easily?

She would just have to remember to get them before her dads got home.

Finally she was calmly sitting on her bed, her mobile at her ear.

"Hello?"

"Aunty Rach…? It's Amity."

"Hey! You sound sad. You okay?"

"Um…I had a question."

"Fire away."

"How can you tell between getting your period and bleeding out?"

Rachel snorted. "Oh my god, Amity, I just love you. Favourite niece ever. Congratulations!"

"What are you-"

"It's a huge thing! You're a woman now!"

"That's…weird… But seriously, what do I do now?"

"Have you told your dads?"

"No…they're out. Should I tell them? What do I even say?"

Rachel giggled excitedly. "Okay, I want you to send them a text, okay?"

"Okay…"

^.^

Kurt bit his lip, glancing between the moisturizers. Blaine stood next to him, focusing on the hair gel.

"How come I can never decide…" Blaine asked sadly. "They all smell so good!"

Kurt laughed. "Get the watermelon. I like that one."

"It itches." He muttered, picking up the strawberry scented one.

Kurt's phone beeped obnoxiously loudly, and he chose a vanilla scented moisturizer before retrieving his phone.

(17:43) From; Amity

Can you pick me up some Libra pads with wings and a packet of overnighters? Don't you dare call me. Just please get them.

Kurt stared at the text, wide-eyed with his jaw practically on the floor. Blaine noticed his reaction and peeked over his shoulder, scanning the text.

"Oh my god…" he whispered, a warm blush creeping up his cheeks.

Kurt looked over at Blaine, his eyes still wide. Blaine looked scared.

"Oh my god, I swear we were just talking about her…and this and…" Blaine finally managed.

"Oh my god…" Kurt laughed in spite of the situation, shaking his head. "I guess…I guess we should go look for that…stuff…."

They found the 'personal' section of the aisle, and this time it was Blaine's turn to be wide-eyed.

"There are so many colours!" he exclaimed. "It's like a rainbow!"

"Blaine…" Kurt muttered, face-palming.

Blaine stepped up, scanning the packets.

"This is kind of gross." Blaine laughed. "Medium flow? Ugh."

Kurt was distressed. "How are you laughing?"

"Are you kidding? This is awesome!"

Kurt blinked at him a couple of times before returning to his freak out.

His daughter was technically a woman now. She could have a baby now.

She was 16.

It seemed far too young. Far, far too young.

But then again, this was about the time that Quinn was pregnant…

Kurt pushed that ugly thought from his mind and concentrated on Blaine, who was oddly fascinated by the 'pretty colours'.

"What does she need?" Blaine asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

"Libra with wings." Kurt replied, scanning over the text again.

Blaine located the Libra section and took his time working out what wings were and how they worked.

"This is so much fun." Blaine said excitedly. "I dibs shopping with her."

"Be my guest…" Kurt muttered.

This was far too awkward for his liking.

"So…what colour?"

"What do the colours mean?"

Blaine frowned thoughtfully, and scrutinized each package.

"It's light, medium, and heavy…"

Kurt was confused.

"Um…Get one of each…"

Blaine nodded, and picked out one of each colour, throwing them in the basket.

"Anything else?"

"Overnighters…?" Kurt said, and Blaine's eyes widened in recognition.

"I saw them before!" he exclaimed happily, bounding to the purple packages. He picked one out and grinned triumphantly.

"We are the best dads ever!"

^.^

Amity waited anxiously as the dark Navigator pulled into the driveway. She could only imagine the pure awkward that was about to be unleashed, and her leg bounced anxiously in anticipation.

Blaine bounded – bounded- in, a wide grin on his face, arms loaded with groceries.

"It was scary and confusing, but we did it." He paused. "We think."

Amity was already blushing. "Can we….not talk about this..?"

Blaine's face dropped, obviously disappointed as he deposited the bags on the table.

"Don't you want to hear about our adventure?"

Kurt snorted as he entered the house, carrying the last of the bags.

"Babe, this is probably about as awkward for her as it is for us." Amity loved Kurt so much at that moment.

"But…" Blaine looked crestfallen. "Who's she going to talk to?"

"Any of her other female relatives. Not to mention her friends." Kurt muttered, and Amity gratefully mouthed 'thank you' to him.

He grinned back.

"I take it you don't really want to talk about this?" Kurt asked, holding a hand firmly over Blaine's mouth.

"God no." Amity replied, shooting her parents amused glances

"Alright. If you ever do, we'll struggle through it together, you just have to ask."

Amity smiled. "Thanks Dad."

Kurt released Blaine, and he shot Amity a sad glance. Amity grinned at him.

"Dad…do you want to come shopping with me next week?"

Blaine's eyes lit up.

"Best daughter ever!"

A/N: My first experience with the pads and tampons section...let's just say I was a lot like Blaine XD