Remember when Kurt thought that seeing his daughter scooting across the floor only happens once? Well, he was wrong. Very, very wrong he was indeed. Blaine is at school, Burt is at the shop, and Carole is off working her shift at the hospital… Kurt is running around the house frantically trying to find his daughter. One minute she was sitting on her blanket in the living room playing with her toy piano, and the next she was just gone. He was only watching America's Next Top Model for two seconds and that little brat crawled off. It's been several weeks since she started to become mobile, and really, it's exhausting, chasing around a now seven and a half month old baby.

"Valorie?" Kurt calls frantically, checking under the kitchen table. "Valorie, honey, come on, this isn't funny!"

"What isn't funny?"

"Blaine!" He rights himself quickly and turns around to look at his fiancé. "What-what are you doing here, sweetie? Shouldn't you… be at school?"

"I always come home for lunch." He says, eying him suspiciously. "Kurt, where's Valorie?"

"What?" He asks, his voice going up a few octaves.

"Our daughter, Kurt…" Blaine says slowly, panic rising in his voice. "Where is our daughter?"

"She, um, well, you see, uh… I seem to have…" He looks around, swallowing hard. "I seem to have misplaced her..."

"MISPLACED HER?!" He shouts, now in full on panic mode. "HOW DID YOU MISPLACE A HUMAN BEING, KURT?!"

"I can't take my eyes off her for two minutes or she'll crawl away!" He says desperately as Blaine joins in his search, checking cabinets and under furniture. "It wasn't my fault! Tyra was ripping one of those bitches a new one!"

"You lost our daughter because you were watching… okay." Blaine stands straight and takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Where did you see her last?"

"She was on the blanket in the living room." Kurt explains, also trying to calm down. "I wasn't even watching that long, I swear, Blaine! I just… and then she was just gone and I've been looking…!"

"I know, just relax." He rests his hands on his shoulders and stares into his eyes. "So she was on the blanket. She couldn't have gone far."

"That's what I said."

"Okay… so we split up…"

"Blaine…"

"We just have to look everywhere, you know, and-and she'll turn up."

"Blaine."

"I don't think she can climb up stairs yet, but we should check upstairs just in case, you know, because she could have-"

"BLAINE!"

"What?"

Blaine turns around to see what Kurt was pointing at and his entire body relaxes at the sight. There was his daughter, sitting on the kitchen floor in her diaper, playing with the pots and pans she dragged out of the lower cupboard, banging them together happily. Valorie turns her head to look up at her daddies and breaks out into a two-toothed grin, giggling cutely as if to say 'look at what I found!' Blaine leans back against his fiancé's chest when Kurt wraps his arms around his waist from behind, both of them staring down at their daughter, too relieved to stop her.

"I think I just died." Blaine breathes out, tilting his head back against his shoulder.

"I think I died twice." Kurt mumbles against his shoulder. "No, three times."

"Kurt, I think it's time for baby gates."

"I agree."

And so the next day went out a bought a few baby-proof gates, which made looking after little Valorie a much easier task considering she couldn't get out of the living room. Valorie didn't mind it too much either, considering she was allowed to roam around the living room freely to her heart's content, her daddy keeping a watchful eye on her. It was late Friday night and after dinner, Kurt and Blaine decided to curl up on the couch and pretend to watch a movie while really watching their daughter play with her toys on the floor and crawl around excitedly. That was one of their favorite things to do, as weird as it was. Sometimes the two boys just couldn't believe that they had made something so perfect.

"Her hair is really starting to curl." Kurt chuckles gently, leaning back against Blaine's chest from where he was sitting between his legs. "We're going to have to start her on your shampoo as soon as possible to get that under control."

"Hers don't seem as bad as mine, though… they're naturally soft." Blaine runs his fingers through Kurt's hair and smiles. "She gets that from you."

"Hm…" He smiles and tilts his head back, puffing his lips for a kiss while Blaine gladly leans down and gives. "I'm so happy…"

"So am I…" He kisses his forehead and they both go back to watching their baby girl as she squeals and pounds on her play piano with her palms. "I'm glad you didn't go to New York, Kurt…"

"So am I."