The sunny yellow room was filled with sunlight, as Kurt pulled back the curtains. From the other side of the room, he heard a small but distinct cry.
"Shh, don't cry, daddy's here." He scooped the tiny baby out of the crib and carried him back into his and Blaine's room.
Blaine was still fast asleep, with his hair covering most of his face. Kurt climbed into the bed, careful not to disturb Toronto, who had fallen asleep in his arms, or his husband.
As Kurt sat up, he looked around the room. Most of the wall space was taken up by photographs, mostly of him and Blaine. Junior Prom, New York, their wedding and honeymoon. But now, another face was a regular feature among the photo frames. Toronto Burt Hummel-Anderson, the new edition to the household.
At just six weeks old, Toronto was certainly making an impression. His Godmothers Rachael and Mercedes adored him, and spoiled him rotten. He already had a wardrobe to rival Kurt's.

As Kurt was daydreaming,looking at the photos around him, he hadn't noticed Blaine's eyes opening.
"Good morning beautiful."