A/N: Sorry about how long it's taken for me to update. Literally everyday since I posted the last chapter I've said 'today is the day I will finish the next chapter' and uh… well, it finally happened. I'm actually holding off returning a call that's potentially about a much needed job interview to post this... so... love me for it. Haha.

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In this chapter, certain things that I didn't plan for until later just kind of… happened. So, I officially have no idea where I'm going right now. But it's fun.


Blaine stared up at his ceiling. He could still see the few remaining glow in the dark stars he stuck up there as a kid. There weren't many left, and at night their glow was so faint you could barely see them any more, but they was still. He'd had the same bedroom since he was six years old.

He sighed and flicked his gaze over to the clock on the wall. It was 3.30 on a Saturday afternoon and he had nothing to do. Kurt was busy. Jeremiah was working (and he'd briefly toyed with the idea of going shopping just to 'accidentally' bump into him, but decided against it, he didn't want to come across as a weird stalker). He'd actually finished all the homework he'd been given for the break already...

Blaine. Was. Bored.

The soft tones of a Chopin piece filtered up the stairs and to his room. His sister had been playing for the past hour. Blaine had briefly thought about picking up his guitar for the first time in quite a while, but he just wasn't motivated to. He didn't know what he wanted to play.

He needed to get out of the house.

Blaine sat up and quickly spotted his shoes by the door where he'd originally kicked them off. He ran his fingers through his hair, he hadn't put ay gel in it and his curls were wildly sticking up at all angles. For today he didn't really care. He'd decided finally, he'd visit his aunt. He'd been at her house a lot... but rarely with just her (and Beth) these days. Usually he was there because Kurt was.

He grabbed a Dalton hoodie, and slipped his shoes on. He headed down the stairs and into the dining room. His sister sat gracefully at the piano, her long dark hair fell down her back in loose waves, he smiled.

"Gracey."

She continued playing as though she hadn't heard him.

"Grace." he tried again, a little louder.

She stopped abruptly and turned around with a scowl on her face.

"That was the first time I've played it flawlessly."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"What do you want?"

"I was going to visit aunt Shelbs... thought you might want to come."

Her eyes lit up. "Will Bethy be there?"

"Well... yeah of course."

"Ok." she grinned. "Just let me grab my things."

Apparently he was forgiven for interrupting her.

She came running down the stairs several minutes later, her hair now pulled back into a thick, messy pony tale, and a bag slung over one shoulder.

"Alight, lets go." She grinned.

Grace was two years younger than him, and was fairly similar to him. She spoke without thinking, and didn't have a mute button. She was almost always the centre of attention and basked in it completely. Sometimes Blaine found it strange, because when they were kids, she was quite quiet. He assumed because he and Cooper were always loud and competing against each other for attention and affection, so Grace had just hung back. As soon as Cooper disappeared off the college, it was like a switched was flicked and she became another person entirely.

He put on music, making sure it was something they mutually liked and the drive to Shelby's was relatively quiet.

"Are there any Warbler performances coming up soon?" she asked.

"Uh... no, nothing planned. Just the regional show choir competition in a few months."

"Oh... that's a shame." she said. "You guys are really good."

"Thank you."

"No really... how are your harmonies so tight? It's so hard to get a capella right."

"Hours, and hours... and I mean hours of rehearsal."

She nodded and went quiet again. Blaine tried to think of something that they could talk about, but came up with nothing.

"Blaine?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"How come you asked me to come with you?"

"What?"

"You go to Aunt Shelby's all the time and you never ask me to come along. Why did you?"

Blaine stopped to think about it. Why did he ask his younger sister to come along? He shrugged.

"I don't know. I kind of wanted the company on the drive out for a change."

"Oh…"

"Plus, you're my baby sister, I can't leave you at home all alone, who knows what could happen to you?"

Grace rolled her eyes.

"I didn't play soccer for nothing. I can kick really hard."

"I know." He winced at the memory of her shoe colliding with his shin one time during a particularly vicious sibling argument. It had been so painful he'd been sure at the time that she'd fractured his shin.

They bantered back and forth for the rest of the trip. When Blaine finally pulled up in front of Shelby's house, he was more than surprised to see the black navigator parked in the driveway. He didn't know Kurt was going to be there…

"Who's car is that?" she asked.

"Uh… the babysitters."

"Oh."

"What?" he asked, she'd sounded disappointed.

"I was looking forward to seeing Beth."

"You're going to, come on." He said, opening his door and jumping out of the car.

"But Aunt Shelby isn't home. We can't just barge in on the babysitter." She followed him out of the car and up the driveway.

"Trust me, it'll be fine."

"How do you know?"

"I'm psychic." He said with a grin, and knocked on the door.

Shelby looked surprised when she opened the door and saw them.

"Oh, Blaine, Grace... hello."

"Hey Shelbs." Blaine grinned. "We didn't catch you at a bad time did we?"

"No, of course not." She said, opening the door wider and letting them in.

"Awesome. Is Beth here?" Grace asked. "She needs to know which one of her cousins is the cool one."

"She already knows me." Blaine said, mockingly looking confused.

"Ha, ha." Grace rolled her eyes. "Like you would ever be cool. So where is she?"

"Um... just sit in the living for a moment, if that's alright." she said.

"Ok."

Shelby left them alone in the living room, Blaine sat on the couch, while Grace wandered around looking at the various baby photo's that had already been place all over the room. When she was done she turned to Blaine with a sigh.

"What's taking Aunt Shelby so long?" she asked. It had only been several minutes since she left, but Blaine had to admit it had felt like longer. He shrugged.

"I'll go see what's taking so long, see if I can help at all. Maybe Beth's putting upa fight over something." he said, standing up.

"I'm coming too." Grace said.

Blaine just shrugged not really caring either way. He walked through the house, until finally reaching Beth's nursery. The door was only partially open and he could see the shadows of the people in there. He stopped to listen to the conversation for a moment... only to determine if it was safe to interrupt or not. Of course. Not to… eavesdrop at all. He felt Grace pause behind him as well.

"It's a bit over the top." He heard Shelby say.

"No, it's fashionable." Kurt's unmistakeable voce said, and Blaine almost felt himself sighing with relief. So Kurt washere. "If there is one thing Beth is inheriting from her father it's a good taste in fashion."

"She's six months old. You could dress her in a garbage bag and she wouldn't know the difference. I don't think fashion sense is heredity."

"Don't even joke about such things. She's not under any circumstances, ever, wearing a garbage bag. Sure fashion is heredity. I got mine from my mother she always dressed fabulously. And Beth will get hers from… Beth will inherit classy style. God knows it would be a tragedy if she got her mothers taste in clothes."

There was a pause.

"Not yours, of course, I mean... well, you know who I mean. There is such a thing as too much lace you know? That's why it's important to start them in good clothes young, so they grow up not knowing the difference."

"This is the most ridiculous conversation I've ever heard." Grace whispered.

Blaine heard her, but couldn't find the brain capacity to muster a response.

He'd thought it before, only briefly entertained himself with the thought before dismissing it, but now it seemed to truly be the case.

Kurt knew Beth's parents.

Well enough to talk about them quite trivially. He didn't really know what to think about that. Was Shelby okay with them being brought up like that? Like it was just nothing? How did Kurt know them? Blaine knew whoever they were… they'd been teenagers.

Did Kurt go to school with them? Had they asked him to baby-sit as an attempt to spy on his aunt on their behalf?

He shook his head. That was ridiculous. Well, not the idea of Kurt knowing them, but the spying… surely not.

"I think Beth will cope." Shelby said.

"Yeah, she will, as long as I'm around she'll never any less than four designer items at any given time." There was a pause. "For now. We'll up to six to seven when she gets older and won't grow out of them as quickly. And, if Broadway doesn't work out for me, I plan to be a fashion designer so by then this little girl here will always be fabulously dressed."

Blaine was so confused by now. Kurt was planning to be in Beth's life for that long? He was just a baby sitter.

Right?

He mentally shook his head. He needed to stop listening in on this conversation. It wasn't right he… he couldn't do that. He pushed the door open.

"Kurt-"

"Well, there's no screaming child like I thought there would be. What's the hold up been?" He asked, cheerily putting on a smile as though he had just overheard some of the most confusing snippets of information, well, ever.

"Blaine, hi." Kurt smiled. "I didn't know you were here."

"Woah, hottie alert!" Grace exclaimed, from behind him, going wide-eyed and staring at Kurt.

Blaine nearly slapped his forehead, but refrained. Only just.

"Grace! Filter... for the love of God."

She shrugged.

"I'm just saying... he's cute."

"He's gay. Like I am." Blaine said a little defensively, feeling something in his stomach flare up as he watched his little sister look Kurt up and down.

… It was obviously protection. Yeah, his little baby sister shouldn't be looking at boys like that. Kurt might be gay, but other boys weren't.

That was obviously what that was.

"Yeah... right... that doesn't explain why you were checking out Dimity last time she was over."

"I told you, she was wearing the new Gucci jeans. That is workmanship that needs to be admired."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Grace nodded. "No straight guy would eversay that."

"Am I missing something?" Kurt asked, feeling the need to stop the conversation they were having.

"I'm Grace, this dork's younger sister." she sad, holding her hand out.

Kurt, hesitated for a moment, but shook it. "I'm Kurt... friend of Blaine's, and Beth's babysitter."

"Ohh... can you be my babysitter?" she asked.

Kurt looked at Blaine in alarm.

"Grace..."

"What? You heard him, he buys Beth designer clothes... maybe he buys designer clothes for everyone he sits for. There's this new Dolce and Gabbana-"

"Why don't we relocate to the kitchen?" Shelby interrupted quickly. Kurt gave her a grateful look. As she picked up Beth, and Grace followed her out of he room Kurt and Blaine fell behind.

Blaine went to follow them, but Kurt grabbed his wrist stopping him. He turned around, giving the boy a curious look.

"How much of that conversation did you hear?" he asked.

Blaine bit his lip, wondering for a moment how much to divulge. "Just the part about Beth's taste in fashion. Why?" He wasn't ready to bring it up. But if Kurt wasnted to… then so be it.

"No... no reason. I was just, um, curious." Kurt said, "I… it's not like I have anything to hide." His voice squeaked a little as he said that, but Blaine decided, for now, to ignore it. When Kurt realised this was the case he smiled. "I like your hair like that." He said, smoothly changing the topic.

Blaine frowned and patted his head; he cringed when his hand came in contact with soft, fluffy curls. He looked a mess.

"I, um, wasn't exactly expecting to um… to see anyone."

"I mean it. It looks nice."

"No, it doesn't. It's a mess."

"Well, maybe they could use a little taming." Kurt reach out and grabbed a curl between his fingers, straightening it out and watching it bounce back into place as he let it go. "But you shouldn't cage them like you do."

"Says the boy with perfect hair already. You don't know what it's like to live with this." He pointed to his head.

"This," Kurt pointed to his own head. "Takes half an hour. I don't wake up looking like this you know."

The first thing that came to Blaine's mind was to tell Kurt that he was lying and he probably looked perfect when he woke up, which then lead to an image of actually being there in the morning when Kurt woke up. Which in turn scared the crap out of him.

He was trying to muster up a response when there was giggle.

"Are you guys seriously talking about hair product?" Grace asked.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "What of it?"

She shrugged. "Nothing. Just… way to fit the stereotype."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to her, she's an idiot."

Kurt let out a small laugh and went into the living room. Grace turned back to Blaine and smirked.

"You're future boyfriend is all kinds of adorable." She said.

Blaine could feel his face heating up. "He's not… it's not…"

"Whatever you say big brother."

x x x

Kurt couldn't keep the smile off his face as he walked into the house, setting his keys on the kitchen counter. After about an hour of hanging around at Shelby's, the three of them, himself, Blaine and Grace had gone out to coffee.

And he'd had a lovely time.

Blaine was… different around Grace. He seemed more relaxed and not… not the boy who was lead singer for the Warblers… Kurt imagined that the boy he saw today was the Blaine from before… before Dalton, before the bullying. He'd seen glimpses of that boy before. But today was different.

Kurt hoped he'd see him more in the future.

He hadn't realised he'd been humming until he was partway up the stairs and his dad's voice interrupted him.

"You're in a good mood."

Kurt stopped and smiled as he walked back down the stairs and leant against the back of the couch where his dad and Finn were sitting watching a game.

"I had a good day." He said.

Initially he'd been worried. Shelby hadn't told him Blaine was over… so definitely hadn't told him Blaine had been standing right outside the door when they'd been talking. The worst part had been not quite remembering exactly what he'd said. But whatever it was… it was too much. But if Blaine had pieced it together, he sure did a good job of hiding it. Which made Kurt think he mustn't have, because there was no way Blaine would just let that slip by. Right?

"What did you do?"

"Well, I found this adorable Burberry skirt from their toddler collection for Beth that I just had to get straight away, so I took it over this morning and-"

"Wait, Beth?" Finn twisted his body around to look at Kurt confused.

Kurt's mouth snapped shut.

There was literally not a single thought running through his head. He couldn't comprehend… what had he just said?

"Kurt?" Finn said. "Dude, you look kinda pale."

He nodded, because it was all he could do.

"Kurt," Burt said slowly. "I think… I think we should call a family meeting."

"Wait, what?" Finn said. "Why?"

"I… I think I need some time to think." Kurt said finally.

As he slowly walked away he could hear Finn asking his father,

"What just happened? Why is Kurt… who's Beth?"


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