It was early, the sun just showing over the horizon, when Kurt woke up. His first thought was where were Holly and Levi? He shook his head just a bit, trying to clear his vision and his mind. He was lying in a soft bed, the feel of silk pajamas and quality cotton sheets surrounded him as he turned to find the source of the delicious warmth at his back. He stretched his muscles, feeling pampered.

Turning over, he remembered the night before. It was a whirlwind of memories: good and bad. He remembered the lawyer's office and then walking to the little park with Holly, the terror he had felt when he tripped and Holly went into the street, then the man that came and took charge, getting them to safety, taking charge...Blaine.

Blaine was still asleep. His curls were tousled and covered part of his face. Kurt brushed them back so he could see the beautiful face once again. He guessed Blaine was just about his same age, but there were the beginnings of little lines next to his eyes. Did he smoke? No, Kurt would have been able to smell it on him. No, it was because he laughed so often, Kurt was sure. He looked at Blaine's mouth, dark pink lips, full and pouting in his sleep. Kurt wanted so much to just kiss them, his whole body was tense with the desire to just touch those lips. Before he knew it, he had given in to his desire and was brushing his lips across that sensuous mouth.

Blaine woke up to Kurt kissing him. He wished with all his heart that he could wake up in just this way for the rest of his life. Wait....Kurt was kissing him? Did that mean Kurt felt the same thing for him that he felt for the beautiful man that had walked into his life just yesterday?

He concentrated on kissing Kurt back and got a smiling face. Obviously, Kurt was feeling better. He hoped the Sub/Dom chemistry between them was as good as he thought it was because that would just be perfect.

"Good morning, Blaine," Kurt said, lying back now.

"Good morning to you, too, Kurt. How did you sleep?" Blaine asked, although he knew. Kurt had been tossing and turning for a good part of the night.

"I slept better than I have in a long time. But...I have a question...." Kurt said in a soft voice, as if he didn't want to ask, but couldn't stop himself.

"Of course, what is it?" Blaine asked, curious to see what Kurt might want to know at this hour of the morning.

"Can I call the hospital? I miss Holly," he said, looking away as though it was too much to ask.

"Yes, let me get you the phone," Blaine said in a reassuring tone. He grabbed his cell from the bedside table and handed it to Kurt. "Do you need privacy? I can go if you'd like."

"No, I just want to check on my daughter. Thank you, Blaine."

After the phone call, Kurt was smiling when he turned to Blaine.

"Ellie said she took her bottle this morning and her fever is gone. The doctor wants to see us at eight, if that's possible?" Kurt relayed. Blaine could see how excited Kurt was to go and get Holly, and to be truthful, Blaine was almost as anxious.

"Let's get cleaned up and dressed, Mrs. Rose will have our breakfast on the terrace in a few minutes and we can go right after that," Blaine said.

"Now, can I call my dad? I want to check on Levi, too," Kurt asked.

"Of course," Blaine said, cupping Kurt's chin and giving him an encouraging kiss.

Kurt called his family and spoke to Levi, his dad coaching the small boy to speak to Kurt. He hadn't used a telephone before and was confused about the concept. Kurt promised to Skype him later so Levi could see him on the screen. For now, Kurt was just happy he'd heard his son's voice.

After breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh cantaloupe, and toast they were ready to go.

"Ah, Blaine? Can I ask you a few things?"

"Yes," Blaine said, looking at Kurt as he pulled on his shoes. He just wanted to melt whenever he saw Kurt's sweet face, but they had a lot to get done today.

"Ah..I was kind of out of it yesterday and I'm confused.....I understand that we agreed to be in a month contract, and I do appreciate that. I was wondering what all that entails? I need to have my children near me, and Levi is in Ohio. Are you going to go back to Ohio with me?" Kurt looked scared. "And if we're here for a while until Holly is better? I know she can't fly with an ear infection, or at least Levi couldn't, are we staying here in your apartment? I don't want to impose, Blaine. I know you made the agreement so I could keep my children safe, and I will always be grateful for that, but what do I do about my children now?"

Blaine saw the concern in Kurt's face and rushed to comfort him. He wrapped his arms around him and lowered Kurt to sit on his lap.

"You don't need to worry at all, Kurt. I have the nursery all set up for them. I can fly Levi here with whomever you want: your dad or mom, or I can hire a nanny to bring him. I want you to be comfortable, sweetheart. Here, come with me," Blaine invited and Kurt stood up. Blaine took his hand and walked to the nursery. He opened the door and went in, wanting to see Kurt's eyes when he saw it for the first time.

Kurt's eyes got huge. There was a soft meadow green carpet and cream colored walls. In frames all around the walls were pastel pictures of baby animals. On one side of the room was a baby crib, a cherry wood Jenny Lind crib with soft pastel blankets and sheets in shades of pink and peach. There were two rocking chairs with needlepoint seat cushions and a table between them. A cherry dresser and changing table were on each side of the crib.

Across on the other side of the room was a small bed that matched the crib, but with blue shaded blankets and a quilt with stars embroidered on it in golden thread. It also had matching furniture: a dresser and desk with a small chair.

"I got him a few toys, but I wasn't sure what a little boy of his age would like, so we can go shopping for him later. I have another room we can make into the play room – this is just for sleeping of course. Do you think it will be okay?" Blaine asked, hoping it would meet with Kurt's approval. He may be a Dom, and a very strong one at that, but Kurt's approval meant a lot to him.

"Oh, Blaine.......I don't know what to say. Oh?" Kurt suddenly looked crushed, quickly changing his focus to the floor and almost trembling with nerves. Tears threatened to fall and Blaine was not sure what had caused this change in Kurt. It just came on so suddenly. He held out his hands and Kurt fell into his embrace, shaking with the tension of trying to calm himself down.

"Hey, hey now. Kurt, what's wrong? Don't you like the room?" Blaine was anxious and needed to know where all this was coming from.

"Oh, Blaine. This room? Did you...did you have children? Did your ex-husband take them? I don't mean to pry into your business, but this room is so beautiful. Oh! Did something happen to them?" Kurt looked absolutely stricken.

"No, Kurt...no. There were never any children. I bought these things last night when you were sleeping. I wanted Holly to have a place to come home to, a place you would feel comfortable with her. Oh, Kurt, I should have told you. I'm sorry. No, my ex and I never had children," Blaine said and tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Kurt was very sensitive to underlying emotion and picked up on the smoldering anger of Blaine's statement immediately. He slipped his hand back into Blaine's and gave him a shy smile.

"Blaine, this is beautiful. You did all of this last night? That is amazing! I know Holly will like it, but you didn't need to go to such expense. I can pay you back as soon as the legal work is done on Santana's estate. It was so kind of you to do this," Kurt looked around one more time, almost bewildered by all the things he saw in the room. It honestly looked like Blaine had gotten a designer and spent months getting it all right. Blaine was just...well, amazing. Kurt was completely in awe of him.

"Thank you, Kurt. Shall we go and collect your beautiful little daughter and introduce her to her room?" Blaine asked and held out an arm to escort Kurt out to the limo. Jeffers was waiting and Cooper was sitting in the back. Blaine handed Kurt in first and then followed, settling Kurt in and making sure of his comfort before turning to Cooper.

"I drew up papers for the month contract as you specified, Blaine. There is also the usual paper to be filed with the court to provide for the minor children in case of misfortune or the illness or incapacity of Mr. Hummel while in your Sub/Dom contract. The other things you asked for in addition are included as per your instructions and the hospital bills have been taken care of," Cooper said in a formal tone. Kurt was staring at him for a moment, they he looked away, not sure if he was allowed to say anything or if he needed to wait and discuss this all with Blaine afterwards. He decided to wait.

"Thank you, Cooper. I appreciate it more than you know," he said, placing his hand on Cooper's shoulder and then pulling him into a hug. Pulling back, Cooper studied Blaine's face for a few long minutes.

"Of course, Blaine. You know I'd do anything for you. Now, Jeffers is dropping me off at the office and I won't need him until he picks me up around seven to go home. You are welcome to use the car for the rest of the day. Kurt, I hope the nursery things met with your approval?" Cooper asked.

"Oh, you helped Blaine pick them out? Thank you so much, Cooper. I love them. Thank you," Kurt said, reaching his hand out to shake with the lawyer. Cooper smiled a little. He had a lot of reservations concerning his brother getting involved with this man, but he could see that Kurt was a kind and honest man, well bred with perfect manners, and Blaine had not looked so happy in years. He shook Kurt's hand and then got his papers together to leave.

"I'll file these with the court and everything should be fine. Here is your copy for the hospital about the Sub/Dom contract so the child will be safe from Government Child Services. I wish you the best of luck, Kurt, but you won't even need luck with Blaine taking care of you," Cooper finished.

"Well, Cooper and me you mean," Blaine smiled at his brother.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. If there is anything I can do to repay all of your generosity, Cooper, please let me know," Kurt said. Cooper nodded at him and turned back to Blaine.

Blaine knew Coop disapproved, but he also knew his brother would have his back no matter what. They dropped Coop off at his office and Jeffers turned to drive the twenty minutes to the hospital. Cooper kept the privacy screen between the driver and the passengers up, so Blaine and Kurt were now alone.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you for this, Blaine. It's because of you that I still have my daughter and that means more to me than my life," Kurt said to his Dom, tears filling his eyes again.

"Oh, baby, you don't owe me a thing. I wanted to do this for you," Blaine held out his hands and Kurt once again fell into them gratefully. He just could not believe that Blaine was doing this out of the goodness of his heart. Were there people like this left in the world? He put his hands on Blaine's face and lifted his head to kiss him. Blaine kissed back with passion, surprised at how eager his whole body was to react to Kurt's every move. He pressed his lips hard against Kurt's, then licked across them, finding a way to enter. Kurt parted his lips, ready to give himself to Blaine in whatever capacity he was needed. Blaine unbuttoned a few buttons on Kurt's shirt and kissed down the soft skin, lingering over the left collarbone when he heard Kurt whine.

"I want you to tell me what you want, Kurt," Blaine said in a firm voice. Kurt's veins filled with adrenaline at the sound of his Dom's voice and he had to answer. He looked deep into Blaine's eyes, to the dark lust that he'd seen there last night.

"I want to suck you, Blaine," Kurt told him and Blaine's heart skipped a beat. He sat still for a full minute, trying to process what Kurt had just said. He could see, when he finally looked, that Kurt was ready, his eyes dark, his cheeks flushed, and his lips slightly swollen and cherry red. There was a look of anticipation evident in his whole demeanor as Blaine slid down his trousers and briefs.

Kurt was on his knees in front of Blaine before he'd even gotten his clothes arranged. With his hands pressed into Blaine's thighs for a moment, he just looked at the cock in front of him, the veins pulsing with all the blood pumping in to make him hard. He could almost hear the throbbing as he leaned in close and kissed the tip of Blaine's leaking cock, then put his tongue out to place a wet lick around the top. Blaine groaned, arching his back and waiting for more. Kurt licked all over the cock, like he was lapping ice cream from a cone, and getting it wet and slick. Once that was done, he took the head into his mouth, and Blaine began to feel the vibrations of a low hum.

Taking more into his mouth, Kurt was able to swirl his tongue in a way that made Blaine moan out a magnificent noise. This encouragement was going to make everything end too soon, a fact that Blaine was very quickly becoming aware of but he kept silent, trying to hold on to make it last.

It was evident that Kurt was a beginner, but his raw enthusiasm made up for a lot. Just watching his face as he took his job so seriously, Blaine was a the edge of his seat, his fingers combing his hair.

His moans got louder until he finally leaned down a bit to tell Kurt he was about to come. This just made Kurt redouble his efforts and sucked lightly as he moved his tongue over the rim around the head, knowing from last night that was a stimulus Blaine could not resist. He was rewarded in his effort with an amazing howl from Blaine as he shot his semen down Kurt's throat. Kurt, trying not to choke at the sudden cascade of pearly liquid, pulled back and grabbed his handkerchief, holding it over his mouth for a moment. He recovered gracefully and was able to discreetly let some of it go into the folded handkerchief before Blaine recovered enough to open his eyes.

"Oh, Kurt...." was all he could manage to say and he placed sweet kisses all over Kurt's face.

"Now, come here and sit beside me," Blaine invited and when he did, Blaine pushed his clothes down and he gave Kurt a very similar treatment, ending in a loud shout and two panting young men. They cleaned up with wet wipes and were dressed and presentable by the time they reached the hospital.

Kurt could hardly contain himself when they got to the third floor and were walking towards Holly's room. They were met in the hallway by Dr. Wes Montgomery, smiling at the men as they walked hand in hand and stopped by the room.

"How is she?" Kurt asked, unable to contain his anxiety.

"She is doing so well, Mr. Hummel. Holly is one bright-eyed little girl this morning. Her fever is gone and as long as you keep up with the medications, she should be fine. If she gets another ear infection, we might need to talk about the possibility of having to place ear tubes. Right now, I don't think she will need them, but it might be something on the horizon and you need to be aware of it. Otherwise, she is ready to go home with her daddy."

"Thank you, Dr. Montgomery. I appreciate it so much," Kurt said, shaking his hand.

"Now, if you don't mind, I need to assess your Sub Weakness levels before I can sign the papers to release Holly to you," the doctor said seriously.

Blaine stepped forward. "Wes, I have the papers all in order here. As Kurt's Dom, I have drawn up the forms that show I am the responsible party for Holly. Of course we want to check Kurt out, but there won't be any problems with releasing Holly today, right?" Blaine asked.

Wes smiled. He knew that Blaine would find a way to get exactly what he wanted, and he could tell that Kurt was what he wanted.

"I suppose Cooper drew them up?" Wes asked.

"Of course. I'll have them all in your office by this afternoon," Blaine smiled back.

"This way," Wes directed.

After drawing Kurt's blood and sending it to be checked in the lab, he asked a series of questions, nodding at Kurt's answers. He tested his blood pressure and a few other things, and when the blood test came back within the correct levels they all rejoiced.

"Kurt, you just barely squeaked by the level for the Sub Chem blood count. I am letting you take Holly because I know Blaine will take care of both of you, but you need to be careful. The sub level can drop quickly, so you need to follow the schedule I gave Blaine last night. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Kurt blushed. He hated talking about such a sensitive subject in front of a virtual stranger, but he knew it was necessary. "Blaine got a whole nursery set up for Holly, so we're taking her home to a good place. Thank you, Dr. Montgomery," Kurt said.

Kurt went to find Ellie and speak to her before he went in to see Holly and Blaine stayed behind for a minute to talk to Wes.

"How do you think it's going?" Blaine asked, anxious in spite of the better levels.

"It's unusual for a man to bounce back so quickly. Kurt's blood levels were in the serious range, but now...if one night with you can make that much of a difference, well, your instincts must be right on this one, Blaine. It's rare to see two people in a Sub/Dom relationship that work this well in terms of chemistry. I can't really say about your heart, my old friend, only about solid facts that can be measured like blood levels, but if you want my opinion – off the record? I say there is some magic going on between the two of you. Now, let's go give that man his baby so he can go home and rest," Wes said with a huge smile, clapping Blaine on the back and enjoying the glow of happiness that emanated from his friend.

Back in the hallway, Kurt was practically bouncing outside Holly's room. He was speaking to Ellie, who was getting ready to end her shift. She was telling Kurt every detail of Holly's night in her care and Kurt was hanging on each and every word. Blaine could tell that he was anxious to go in and see his daughter, but politeness was keeping him from mentioning it.

"Hello, Ellie, honey. Can we just go in and see the little dumpling now?" Blaine asked point blank. Kurt gave him such a look of relief and thanks that Blaine felt weak in the knees.

Ellie was astute enough to blush at keeping the anxious father from his baby and ushered them both into the room. Holly was sleeping. She looked so tiny, just a morsel of a baby in the huge iron crib, barred sides surrounding her as she lay there, knees under her and round little butt in the air. Blaine had to smile at how cute she looked, her tiny fists curled up with one next to her mouth, a bit damp where she had obviously been sucking on it.

Kurt rushed over to the crib, looking for the way to put the side down so he could hold her. Ellie came over and showed him the catch and as soon as the side was down, he was leaning across the mattress to speak quietly to his baby girl.

"Oh, Holly, baby, I missed you last night. It was the first night we have ever been apart and you are too little to ever have that happen again. No more getting sick, my sweet, Daddy can't take it. Wake up, honey, so I can take you home..." he crooned to the baby.

Holly opened her eyes, trying to focus when she heard her daddy's voice. She scrunched up her face when she realized she was alone in the bed and before she could get enough energy built up to cry, Kurt had scooped her into his arms, holding her gently against his chest, her little head with the fuzzy bits of hair next to his heart as Santana had shown him. She gave a tiny huff and then nuzzled her way closer to her daddy. With a contented sigh, she fell back asleep.

For Kurt, the rest of the world faded away. He was here with his darling daughter and that was the only thing that mattered to him. Rocking her slowly in his arms, he sang a quiet lullaby to her, although she was already sound asleep. The sweet sound of his voice cut right to Blaine's soul. He had never heard anything so beautiful in all his life. He wanted to hold Holly in his arms and rock her, too. He wanted to sing to her, but one look at Kurt's face and he knew he couldn't ask.

"Where are her things?" he asked Ellie and she helped him get them ready. He walked ahead of Kurt, carrying the car seat and bag. At the limo, Jeffers got out and placed the seat in the back next to where Kurt was sitting so he could be next to her.

"Do we have everything she needs?" Blaine asked. "Her formula, enough bottles? I didn't know what to buy."

"I think I have everything but the formula. If we could stop by a grocery store, I can just run in and get it?" Kurt said.

"Sure," Blaine agreed.

When they got there, Kurt was torn. He wanted to stay with Holly, but he had to buy the correct formula – and there were so many to choose from. He looked up at Blaine.

"I can stay here and be with her, if that's okay," Blaine offered.

"Okay. I'll be right back," Kurt said and reluctantly left.

With Kurt gone, Blaine was alone with Holly and he was totally besotted with her. She was asleep and he looked at her tiny face. It was so peaceful, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Well, she probably didn't. Her eyelashes looked like Kurt's, long and fanning across her cheeks which had that porcelain skin brushed with the palest pink flush. Her small rosebud mouth was busy, even in sleep, as she smacked her lips a tiny bit. Maybe she was dreaming of her next bottle. He wondered briefly if she missed having her mother's breast to suckle, a plastic bottle seemed so cold in comparison. He held his hand above her for a minute, afraid to touch her, she looked so delicate.

While he waited, Holly began to wake up again. Her little fists began to pound the air and her face wrinkled a little, trying to decide if this required crying or not. Of course, at four months she didn't really have the capacity to have such thoughts. Blaine's heart hurt to see her struggle so much and he ran his finger down her cheek to try and soothe her.

"It's okay, little princess. I'll take care of you until Daddy comes back. You'll be okay, I promise. Hey, little sweetie, no crying," Blaine cooed at her, but to no avail. He finally concluded that she needed to be held and unstrapped her. He scooped the tiny girl into his arms and held her like he had seen Kurt do and Holly stopped crying. She looked around a little as if she were trying to find her daddy and Blaine started to worry. Kurt had been gone quite a while it seemed for someone buying just a can of formula. He hit the privacy screen button and it slid away.

"Jeffers, did you see Kurt go in the store?" Blaine asked.

"Yessir, I did. But he hasn't come out again," he answered. He looked over the seat to see the baby in Blaine's arms and smiled. Blaine would make a good father to some lucky baby one day. Jeffers hoped that maybe it would be Holly because Blaine was obviously besotted with Kurt. He smiled to himself to think that Blaine might be happy one day soon, his marriage to Arthur had never been happy and Jeffers thought Blaine deserved more.

"He's been in there for a while. Can you go check to see if he's okay?" Blaine asked and Jeffers got out of the limo to go see.

"See now, Holly, Jeffers went to go get Daddy. He'll be back in just a minute to hold you, honey," Blaine smiled a the baby, and she made a smiley face back at him, or at least she appeared to. He couldn't resist it, he had to feel that little cheek, so he held her up and rubbed her cheek against his. He was freshly shaved, but as soon as he did it, he worried he might give her tender skin a burn. He held her in front of himself and inspected her cheek, but it was none the worse for wear and she was smiling her baby smile. Did such young babies know they were smiling? He'd have to ask Kurt.

Blaine was surprised at how heavy she was for her small size. She looked like she would be light as a feather, but she was a sturdy, healthy baby under all the lacy layers of pink and white. He looked at her with a critical eye, seeing that although she resembled Kurt in many ways – her luminous skin, her blue eyes and long lashes, the tiny nose that had promise of being like Kurt's. Blaine held her hand out and saw how incredibly long her fingers were compared to her hand. Maybe she would be a piano player? She certainly liked music, even at this young age. As he looked, he could see Santana in her, too. While he hadn't know Santana on a personal level, who wasn't aware of the beautiful Latina singer that had made a name for herself in a world where most singers were just a flash in the pan? She was a classic from the first album she released and her photograph was all over the papers. He idly wondered how she had kept her personal life off the pages of the rags, but had no idea.

Looking back at Holly, he could see her hair was the shiny black her mother's was, and her mouth was the same shape. She was a baby, but even Blaine could tell she had long arms and legs – but that could have come form either parent. He wondered if she would inherit her mother's famous fiery temper or her father's more stoic face on the world.

Holly was amused by Blaine for only a few more minutes, then she began to fuss again. Tears welled up in her blue eyes and then she made a sniffly noise that broke his heart. He wanted to make everything all right for her, but he just didn't have the means. Cuddling her close to his body, he rocked her back and forth for a little while, then remembered the Kurt had sung to her. What song was it? Oh, he'd sung two Disney lullabies to her last night. The one from Pinnochio, that was it. He cleared his throat and began to sing softly to the tiny girl in his arms:

"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are..."

Holly tried for a moment to focus on the man singing, she was tired and had been handled by strangers for over 24 hours now. While she did not process and reason like an older child, she knew these people were not her daddy. He had been here, but now he wasn't so she cried. It was the only communication she had, but it was tiring, so when Blaine sang a familiar song, Holly relaxed and closed her eyes, rooting into Blaine's shirt for comfort. He held her against his chest, her head on his heart the way he'd seen Kurt do it and she fell asleep. He was afraid to move.

Jeffers came back out, still searching for Kurt. He walked over to the limo and stopped by the open window.

"I didn't see him in there, sir. Did he come back out?"

"No. I didn't see him. I am getting seriously worried. There is no way in hell he would leave without Holly unless something dire were happening. Do you think we should call someone?" Blaine asked. Holly was fidgeting in her sleep and Blaine lowered his voice. "Let me think...."

When Holly fussed again, Blaine sang to her again for a moment while he tried to think of what they needed to do.

"Oh, did she wake up?" Kurt said and Blaine startled.

"Where have you been?" he demanded in a voice that was too harsh. Holly's eyes opened wide and she started to cry once again.

Kurt jumped, not expecting Blaine's anger.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was in the store and I had Holly's prescription with me. She will need it in a few hours, so I thought it best to get it now. I didn't mean to upset anyone," he choked out, looking contrite and a little mystified at Blaine's sudden sharpness.

Blaine had the good grace to blush at his mistake. Kurt had done nothing but try to take care of his daughter and here was Blaine, shouting at him for it. He knew better, a good Dom never takes his frustration or anger out on his sub. It was unthinkable.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. I was just worried when you didn't come back. I sent Jeffers in to find you, but he didn't see you," Blaine explained.

"I was in the store pharmacy, it has chairs around the corner a bit and I was waiting for her medicine, it seemed to make sense to me then...now maybe not," Kurt explained.

"No, no. It's okay, I didn't send out the state troupers, just sent Jeffers to find you."

Kurt was looking at Holly. He looked to Blaine for permission and when he nodded, Kurt opened the door and got in. He wanted to snatch his daughter back, but held his tongue, knowing Blaine was taking good care of her. His fingers itched to readjust Blaine's hands, to tell him to hold her head just so. But as his nerves ate away at him, Blaine cuddled her again and sang a little more of the song. She fell back asleep and Blaine placed her in the car seat. Kurt buckled her in and Blaine signaled to Jeffers to go ahead home.

An hour later, Holly had been fed, cleaned and changed, and was ready for another well-deserved nap. It had been a long process to get her back home and settled, but between Kurt and Blaine, with a little help from Jeffers, all was done.

Blaine had asked Kurt to show him how to feed Holly and Kurt was flattered that he would ask. He thought Holly hung the moon, but was also well aware that as her father, his opinion was biased. Blaine had mentioned several times that he had always wanted children, but it was not possible with his ex. Kurt could tell that Blaine was falling in love with his baby, and didn't blame him a bit. He thought maybe he should be feeing some jealousy, but he searched his soul and found none. Instead, he was happy that someone else in the world found her so irresistible.

After drinking her bottle, Kurt went on to show him how to change a diaper and was amazed that even a full diaper did not seem off-putting to Blaine as he cleaned her and put on a fresh one, taking the soiled one out to dispose of it without a complaint. Kurt taught Blaine how to wrap her tightly in a receiving blanket to go to sleep and leaving her in her new crib with freshly washed linens and a small nightlight.

It was still very hard for Kurt to put her down to sleep by herself in a crib. He wanted to hold her, or if he couldn't do that, he decided to sit beside the crib until she had fallen asleep. She was still fussing, although not as badly as before her bottle.

"Kurt, let's sing to her," Blaine suggested and Kurt agreed. Blaine hummed the beginning to the lullaby from Lady and the Tramp:

La la lu, La la lu
Oh, my little star sweeper
I'll sweep the stardust for you

La la lu, La la lu
Little soft fluffy sleeper
Here comes a pink cloud for you

La la lu, La la lu
Little wandering angel
Fold up your wings close your eyes

La la lu, La la lu
And may love be your keeper
La la lu, La la lu, La la lu

Their voices sounded so good together, it brought a tear to Blaine's eyes as they finished. He looked at Kurt for permission, then kissed he fuzzy little head.

"Good night, Princess," Blaine said.

"Sweet dreams, my little star-sweeper," Kurt said and they went back to their bedroom.