Kurt was woken by the sound of the baby monitor going crazy on the bedside table, however much he loved his newborn son, he badly wished he would manage to have a lie in once in a while.

"Blaine! Blaine! Wake up! Wake upppp!' Kurt started to gently shake Blaine bit after no response but a few grunts he resorted on rocking Blaine from side to side until he eventually grumbled enough to actually wake up.

"Kurrrrt! You know its your turn with Elijah, whatya waking me up for?" Blaine had the most adorbale sleepy face looking confusedly in Kurt's direction, Kurt almost gave in looking at Blaine's face-almost.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, when you have carried a baby around for 9 months and put your body through what my body has been through, you can complain all you want, as it is, you haven't, so up you get! Your son needs his papa!"

Blaine knew full well he was never going to win this battle so begrudgingly got out of bed and made his way slowly to his sons nursery. The nursery was a beautiful room, all Kurt's doing, of course. With beautiful soft blue walls, a white crib with an antique mobile hanging above it. It had pictures adorning all the walls, pictures of family members, landscapes and typical 'boy' type pictures of trucks, planes. It was the perfect mix of new and old.

When Blaine reached his sons crib he leant over, Elijah immediately ceased crying upon seeing his papa, gurgling adorably. Blaine sighed, trying to decide what was wrong with his son. He checked all the usuals, no wet diaper, he couldn't be hungry as Kurt had only fed him a couple of hours ago. He held Elijah in his arms stroking his tiny back and holding him close to his own chest.

"Did you feel left out hey buddy? How about Papa sings you a song? Would that make you feel any better?"

Blaine knew it was silly talking to his two week old baby son as though he might actually reply but for some reason it made him feel closer to him, like, although he couldn't talk back, he still somehow understood what Blaine was saying.

Blaine decided to sing Elijah a lullaby his own mother sang to him when he was a baby, he rocked Elijah slowly as he sang, hoping he would relax enough to fall back to sleep.

Kurt was lay in bed, tears already starting to form in the corners of his eyes hearing his husband sing gently to their son. He tiptoed out of bed and along to Elijah's nursery peering in. He felt like he was interrupting a beautiful moment, there stood his stunning husband cradling his lookalike son, humming softly to him. Kurt was completely overwhelmed at the sight. He let the tears fall now.

Blaine watched as Elijah slowly fell back to sleep, he carefully lay him back down making sure to tuck him back in to keep him warm and make him feel secure. Blaine turned around to exit the nursery when he saw Kurt sobbing in the door way rushing over he wrapped Kurt up in a tight hug.

"Kurt, honey? What's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" Blaine was starting to panic, he looked Kurt up and down checking for any obvious signs of injury, there were none.

"I'm ju-just so happyyy Bl-Blaine" Kurt managed to choke out, he felt ridiculous for sobbing so much because he was happy but he couldn't help it.

"God babe you scared me, I thought something was seriously wrong!" Kurt chuckled slightly at his husbands relieved face and just held him closer, reassuring him everything was OK.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed, if we're lucky he might sleep for another couple of hours" Blaine kissed Kurt gently on the temple and led him back to bed tucking him under the covers carefully.

He held Kurt close to his chest, Kurt's face resting in the crook of his neck. Blaine rubbed soothing circles on his back until he could feel his breathing start to even out. Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's head before drifting off to sleep himself.

Blaine woke a couple of hours later, Kurt still snoring softly on his chest. He decided to leave him to sleep a little longer, getting up to sort Elijah out before he started to fuss.

Later today they were taking Elijah to meet Blaine's co workers at the music college he was a lecturer at. Blaine knew his work colleagues would fall in love with Elijah and he couldn't blame them, as he picked his son up from his crib and was making his way down stairs he couldn't help himself but pepper his sons face with kisses he was the most gorgeous child he had ever seen. Ok, so maybe he was a touch bias but what father isn't?

As he got downstairs he made his way into the kitchen to get Elijah a bottle and make Kurt and himself some much needed coffee. He placed Elijah in his carry cot whilst he moved around the kitchen. Singing to keep Elijah happy. Elijah gurgled happily following the sound of his Papa's voice around the kitchen with his eyes.

Blaine picked Elijah up again and sat down in the living room giving Elijah his bottle. These were the moments he loved, cradling his baby, his and Kurt's creation. He still couldn't believe it, when they'd found out Kurt was pregnant both couldn't be happier they'd cried, hugged and celebrated thoroughly that night. Blaine blushed at the memory, god he loved his husband, and when he did that thing with his tongue... Wish Blaine keep the thoughts PG you are cradling your child!

Kurt made his way slowly down the stairs feeling much more refreshed, and found his husband feeding Elijah on the sofa. He curled up next to him and kissed both of his boys' cheeks. He couldn't wait to start showing off his little family to the world. Starting today.