He was having the most wonderful dream. He was in the audience at a Lady Gaga concert and she was onstage wearing her crazy, yet marvelous outfits as usual. But something changed in the middle of her performance of Marry the Night. It went from the music to a loud, shrill crying sound. He looks around at everyone else in the audience and they don't seem to notice the change; they continue dancing and laughing and smiling as if that horrible noise wasn't even there. He nods, looking around curiously as he goes along with it, although the sound is really starting to give him a headache. Kurt gasps loudly and opens his eyes when he feels that sensation in your stomach that you get when you're falling, but it's too late. His body collides with the floor and he groans, slowly sitting up and squinting when someone flicks the lamp on. He looks up at the bed and glares.

"It's your turn to get the baby." Blaine instructs irritably, throwing the baby monitor at him. "I tried to wake you up the nice way, but no. You weren't having that…" He lies down, snuggling into his pillow with his eyes closed. "Kept mumbling about concerts and clothes…"

"So you pushed me off the bed?" Kurt retorts agitatedly, standing up and setting the baby monitor back down on the table while Valorie continues to scream. "Gee, thanks."

"Woke you up, didn't it?"

Kurt ignores him as he drags his feet to the door and hobbles down the stairs to the kitchen to fix Valorie a bottle. After testing to make sure it's not too hot, he walks to the nursery, gently pushing the cracked door open all the way and peering inside. He strides across the soft carpet and turns on the dim lamp in the corner of the room before going to the crib and gently lifting his three week old daughter into his arms. He hushes her and hums a little as he presses the nipple of the bottle against her lips. She stops crying and enthusiastically opens her mouth and starts to suck heartily. Kurt chuckles, swaying from side to side as he watches her open her sleepy eyes to look up at him as she eats.

"That's good, huh?" Kurt smiles and yawns gently, sighing deeply, glancing at the clock. "Three in the morning, kid. You're lucky I love you." He pulls the bottle out of her mouth and gently brings her over his shoulder, beginning to pat her back gently, but firmly. "Now all you have to do is give me a burp and daddy can go back to his warm, nice bed… hopefully back to his dream about Lady Gaga and her meat suit."

Valorie, however, had other plans that night. Not only did she not get out a burp and spit up all over her daddy's nice cotton t-shirt, but it also took her another two hours to go back to sleep. So, by the time Kurt got back to the room it was nearly five in the morning. He walks to the dresser and pulls it open, throwing on a random t-shirt before turning around and pausing at the sight before him. Blaine was lying on the bed, snuggles with his music note pillow against his chest. The bedside lamp was still on, illuminating his dark features. He smiles softly pads to the bed, reaching over Blaine to turn the light off. He shifts and makes a small noise as Kurt pulls the covers back and slides into bed.

"Everything go okay?" Blaine mumbles, trading the pillow for Kurt's chest, snuggling close.

"Not exactly, no." Kurt wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his forehead, running his fingers through his boyfriend's loose curls. "But she's finally asleep and content for now."

"I'm sorry for kicking you off the bed." He says softly, slipping an arm around his waist and tilting his head up to face him, but not opening his eyes. "Don't know what came over me."

"It's okay." He smiles and watches his face, slowly chuckling. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to kiss me so I can go back to sleep." He puffs his lips out cutely.

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" He asks, leaning in and pecking his lips. "I'm supposed to kiss you and then you wake up… like Sleeping Beauty and Snow White."

"Those are fairytales." Blaine finally opens his eyes and smiles sleepily.

"I'm sorry, but I was under the impression that you are my fairytale…" Kurt replies, smiling back at him.

"I am." He says, love filling his eyes as they soften. "I definitely am. Are you mine?"

He nods. "With the happy ending and all."

"Happily ever after…"

"Happily ever after."

They stare into each other's eyes for a few more moments before they slowly slip back to sleep. Kurt doesn't dream of Lady Gaga this time; he dreams of hazel-honey colored eyes and a laughing baby in central park, of wedding bands and dreams coming true, everything finally falling into place. But then something obscures his blissful state and his head fills with visions of a cold absence, empty apartments and fear-filled nights alone in a strange place, classes with unfamiliar people, and worst of all… the hazel-honey eyes are not there anymore, the laughing baby is not there either. When Kurt awakens a few hours later and the bed is empty beside him, he starts to panic. It can't be true, he can't be alone. He looks around franticly, sitting up in bed. He hurries and rushes as quickly as he can down the hall to the nursery, letting out the breath he had been holding when he sees Blaine sitting in the rocking chair with Valorie settled over his shoulder.

"Hey, look at who's finally awake, Val!" Blaine says with a bright smile as he looks up at Kurt in the doorway, but his face falls when he sees his panic-stricken expression. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Kurt runs a hand through his hand and swallows hard while tears fill his eyes. "No… no, actually, I'm not. I'm not fine."

"Baby…" He slowly gets up and places a sleeping Valorie back into her crib before walking over to his boyfriend, concern filling his features. "What's-"

"I'm not okay." He chokes out a sob and covers his mouth, shaking his head. "I'm not okay!"

"Okay! Okay… shh…" He hurries and wraps his arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. "It's alright, just calm down and take a deep breath. I'm right here."

"Blaine!" He cries, pressing his face against his shoulder, gripping his shirt. "Blaine, oh God, please don't…"

"Don't what?" Blaine asks worriedly, rubbing his back. "Sweetie, you're scaring me. Don't what?"

"I can't… I can't…" Kurt shakes his head and pulls back, tears on his cheeks as he looks at his boyfriend. "I can't go to New York, Blaine. I can't. I can't be without you for a whole year…!"

"Where is this coming from? Hey…" He cups his cheeks and gently wipes away his tears, shaking his head as Kurt continues to ramble on and on. "Kurt… Kurt, listen… we'll be okay. We'll be fine here with Burt and Carole and Finn an-"

"I want to be here!" He shouts as he grips Blaine's wrists. "I want to be here… I can't go to New York by myself." More tears fill his eyes.

"Okay… okay, honey, all of that is up to you." He nods, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him close, resting their foreheads together. "You can take a year off and live here, work at the shop with your dad…"

"I j-just don't want to-to disappoint you…" He hiccups and wraps his arms around his waist, closing his eyes. "I know how bad y-you want me to go to New York, but I… I can't… I can't do it by myself…"

"You could never disappoint me, Kurt." He sighs and slides his hands down to rest them on his chest, right over his heart. "I get it if you're scared about moving there without knowing anybody. But, you know, Rachel will be there too…"

"She'll be in NYADA…" He whispers weakly. "It's all the way on the other side of the city. I wouldn't be able to live with her if I went to NYU…"

"Then stay with us this year." Blaine opens his eyes and gazes at him. "I don't care what you do; I just want you to be happy. Besides, you know, it's normal for people to take time off after high school…"

"I could try for NYADA again…" Kurt opens his eyes and meets Blaine's. "Maybe I'll actually get in…"

"They couldn't deny you twice." He grins and pecks his lips, making Kurt smile. "Now pull yourself together, man! Valorie and I aren't going anywhere!"

"Good." He chuckles and blushes. "Sorry for freaking out like that…"

"Hey, it's fine." He cups his cheek and strokes it softly. "I'm glad you came and talked to me about it…"

"Me too…" He smiles and glances over at the crib when he hears soft whining. "Uh, oh."

"That's a poopie cry…" He grins. "I'm going to help Carole with breakfast!" He pulls away and hurries out the door.

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt shouts. "Don't you dare leave me alone with a stinky baby!"

A/N: So there it is! I wanted to establish that Kurt was going to take a year off before this thing really got rolling, but there will be much more Valorie in the next chapter! I'd really love some reviews with prompts for the next one shot! So just requests for something she would do in the first year of her life. Once I think there's enough, we'll do more BIG future ones :)