“Kurt…I’m almost certain that you didn’t kill Tonto…at least not purposefully. I mean…wait. That came out wrong. It’s not your fault, I’m sure Tonto just needs new batteries…or…or something.” Blaine mumbled in a rush, watching as Kurt tried to blink away tears.

Kurt wasn’t listening. “We’ve barely had him a day, Blaine. A day! God, we’re horrible parents. I should’ve known I’d stuff it up.”

Blaine was panicking, but he couldn’t let Kurt know that. “Kurt, stop…please!” he didn’t like seeing his boyfriend so upset, and Kurt was borderline hyperventilating.

Kurt put a hand to his mouth and let out a sob as he looked down at Toronto. “We’re going to fail. I’m going to fail.”

“Kurt…hey, it’ll be okay…” Blaine tried to console him, pulling him into a hug.

Kurt jerked away. “It’ll be okay? Okay?” he was practically seething now. “Blaine. Our baby is dead! How is any of that o-“

There was a strange clunking noise from Toronto, and Kurt froze mid-sentence, staring at the doll in his arms. Toronto came back to life, screaming his head off as if he’d never been quiet. Blaine froze in shock, but Kurt had reacted instantly, swiping Toronto’s chest before cuddling him close, the bottle already at his mouth.

“Oh my god…oh god…” he whispered, nuzzling Toronto’s chest worriedly, his eyes closed. “Thank god…”

Blaine collapsed on the couch, relief clearly shown on his face. Kurt paced around with Toronto a lot longer, making soothing sounds to him and talking to him in a low voice, so Blaine couldn’t hear. He was breathing rather heavily, but had calmed down considerably when he returned to the living room and saw Blaine’s lap as a perfect opportunity for sitting. He practically crawled onto Blaine’s lap with Toronto, still slightly shaken from the whole experience.

“Hey…” Blaine said softly, wrapping his arms around Kurt and brushing the tears from his face. “Tonto can’t get wet.”

Kurt smiled slightly, leaning into Blaine.

“I’m sorry.” Kurt muttered, pressing his face into Blaine’s chest.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, kissing the top of Kurt’s head. “For what?”

“For freaking out on you like that. I mean, I know that he’s just a piece of plastic, but-“

“Hey!” Blaine scolded playfully. “Don’t mention the ‘p’ word in front of little Tonto!” Blaine gave his boyfriend a smile, to which he returned happily. “I may find this assignment stupid and pointless, but I have to admit, I’ve grown attached to the kid. He may be plastic, but he’s our plastic.”

Kurt practically melted into Blaine’s arms. He had the best boyfriend in the world.

Toronto gave a gurgling happy noise and both Kurt and Blaine stared down at him fondly.

“If I react this badly to a minor hiccup, I don’t know if I’ll cope when we have to give him back…”

Blaine just smiled, nuzzling his face into Kurt’s neck. They sat cuddled together for a while, until Kurt finally stopped shaking. Blaine kissed his cheek as Kurt started to pull away, wiping at his eyes.

“I should let you go get some more sleep.” he said softly, attempting to climb off of Blaine’s lap with Toronto.

Blaine’s arms tightened around his waist, preventing him from getting very far. Luckily Burt had already left for the day, so they didn’t have to be too careful.

“You think I could sleep after a scare like that?” Blaine chuckled.

“Good point.” agreed Kurt. “Well, here, you look after him, and I’ll get you some breakfast.” Kurt offered, holding Toronto out.

Blaine could see that he didn’t really want to let the infant go yet, and refused gently, finally letting him up.

“How about you stay here with him, and I’ll go make myself some breakfast?” Blaine offered, standing.

Kurt agreed with a nod, pulling Toronto back to cradle him gently against his chest, rocking him absently.

“I’ll be back soon.” Blaine told him.

He was back in moments, coffee cup cradled to his chest, mouth full of bagel, similarly to Kurt before him. He sank back onto the couch next to Kurt, leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder as he finished eating.

Kurt studied his face as they sat quietly.

“You really should sleep you know.” he told Blaine, tracing the shadows under his eyes with the tip of his finger.

“Mmmm.” Blaine mumbled through his mouthful of food, swallowing it quickly. “And you know I’m not going to.” he reminded him.

“Well, yeah.” Kurt admitted as Blaine disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, coming back out with new cup of coffee.

“So what subjects do you have to go to today?” Blaine asked idly, sitting next to him again, nursing his coffee almost as protectively as Kurt was holding Toronto.

Kurt yawned.

“Maths for a test, and then History, then Glee club after school. I have assignment work to do in History, so you get him all afternoon.” Kurt told him, eyes closed as he quickly revised in his head.

In his arms, Toronto made a snuffling noise, causing Kurt’s eyes to shoot open as he glanced at the baby, listening intently, before closing his eyes again, leaning his head against the back of the couch when he realised he wasn’t about to cry.

Blaine set his coffee down on the table, leaning into Kurt again and wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re very cuddly this morning.”

“You don’t like cuddling?” Blaine lifted his head slightly from Kurt’s shoulder.

“I didn’t say that.” Kurt grinned. “I was making an observation.”

Blaine shrugged with a small smile. “I’m sleepy.”

“You cuddle when you’re sleepy?”

Blaine nodded, snuggling further into the couch and Kurt’s side. Kurt shifted Toronto to one arm, wrapping the other around Blaine.

Finn re-entered the room from the kitchen, shooting Kurt a look as he headed upstairs.

“Just because Burt’s not here, doesn’t mean you guys get to have a PDA-fest.”

“I’ll remember that the next time your girlfriend stays over.” Kurt retorted playfully, and Finn chuckled on the way to his room.

When Finn returned, a couple of minutes later, his bag was slung over his shoulder and he was looking for his keys.

“Kurt…have you-“

“On the front desk.”

“Thanks!” Finn grinned, stopping in the doorway. “See you at Glee?”

Kurt and Blaine nodded, still wrapped up in each other. Finn gave them a final goodbye, before heading out the door.

In Kurt’s arms, Toronto whimpered. Kurt swiped him as Blaine reached for his bottle, pressing it to his lips. Kurt grinned, passing Toronto to Blaine as Blaine sat up properly, his face filled with concentration.

Kurt watched as he held the baby hesitantly. Blaine still wasn’t comfortable with Toronto in his arms. Unable to help himself, he reached over to Blaine, gently adjusting his grip on the bottle, his finger’s caressing Blaine’s hand gently before pulling back again. Blaine looked up at him, frowning, clearly distressed by Kurt’s correction.

“Was I holding it wrong?” He asked.

“No.” Kurt admitted quietly, smiling at him. “I just wanted to touch you.”

^.^

They spent the few hours they had free, snuggled up together, Blaine getting more and more tired but still refusing to sleep. When they only had about an hour to go before they had to leave, Kurt sent Blaine to have a shower and get dressed, packing his bag and Toronto’s while Blaine was upstairs.

Blaine came back down about fifteen minutes later, accepting Toronto from Kurt’s arms and sinking back onto the couch as he watched Kurt rush around the house, double checking that both his outfit and his hair were perfect before turning his attention to Toronto. Blaine gave him up without a fuss, yawning as Kurt laid Toronto down on the couch gently, frantically searching through the bag of clothes for an outfit he would deem suitable.

Having finally dressed him to his satisfaction, no pink in sight, Kurt gently transferred him from the couch into his baby bassinet, making sure the bottle and nappies were packed into the bag. Ready to go, Kurt turned his attention to Blaine, tucking a blanket around Toronto.

“Come on Blaine, no more sleeping on the couch.” He called gently, holding a hand out to Blaine.

Blaine took it sleepily, pulling himself off of the couch and accepting the bag Kurt handed him. “And you get the backseat again.”

^.^

“Hey Mr. Schue!” Kurt called cheerfully, leading a very sleep deprived Blaine through the halls of McKinley.

“Hey Kurt!”

“I wondered if I could ask you a favour…?” Kurt asked with a small grin.

“What do you need?”

“We were wondering if you could supervise Blaine and Toronto while I had my Math exam…?”

Mr Schue looked conflicted. “Is Blaine even up to following me around all day?”

Kurt glanced back at Blaine, who wasn’t really paying attention, just blinking sleepily, staring at nothing.

Kurt chuckled. “I don’t think he has a choice.”

Mr Schue smiled. “Well, if Blaine promises not to shake the baby, he can spend time sleeping in the choir room. I’ll tell your teacher I was with him.”

Kurt grinned wide. “Thanks Mr. Schue!”

The older man nodded and headed away, leaving Kurt to continue dragging Blaine through the halls.

“Blaine?”

“Huh? What?” Blaine asked sleepily, finding himself suddenly in the choir room.

“I’m going to leave you here now.” Kurt told him slowly, dragging him over to where they’d left the gym mats the previous week, Mike having requested them for some dance move he was attempting.

Blaine nodded, crawling on top of the pile. Kurt pulled a blanket from his bag, tucking him in and kissing his cheek.

“I’m going to get Mrs. Erikson to give him a check-up, because I’m a bit paranoid. We’ll be back soon!” Kurt told him gently, even though Blaine’s eyelids had already started to droop.

Turning the lights off, Kurt gently shut the door behind him and Toronto.

He walked through the halls, slightly self-conscious, but mostly trying to ignore the weird looks. With Blaine, he didn’t feel nervous or scared, but on his own, holding a baby might not have been the safest thing to do. On Monday, he’d managed to skilfully avoid Karofsky and Azimio, and he was hoping that he could do the same for the rest of the week.

He knocked on the staffroom of the Home Economics department, smiling at Mrs. Erikson when she came to the door.

“Hi!” Kurt started. “So…uh…this morning, Toronto was crying, so I checked everything after swiping the bracelet, and nothing made him better, so I swiped it again and went through his needs and nothing was responding. He got really loud and just cut off, mid-scream. He started crying again, like…ten minutes later? I just wanted to make sure he was okay…”

“He’s been working fine ever since?”

Kurt nodded.

Mrs. Erikson smiled. “Well, ‘Toronto’ is fine. He was changing cycles – it happens every twelve hours or so. They tend to not change cycles very well if they haven’t been used recently, and you were just lucky enough to be the first.”

Kurt looked unconvinced, biting his lower lip nervously. “You’re sure? He’ll be alright for the rest of the week, right?”

Mrs. Erikson gave a patient little sigh. “If you want, I’ll hook him up to the computer and give him a proper scan.”

Kurt nodded gratefully, passing Toronto over. He followed Mrs. Erikson to the computer, where she turned Toronto over carefully, lifting up his shirt and hooking a cord to his back. She passed Toronto back to Kurt, sitting at the monitor and opening the software.

She gazed at the screen, her eyes widening with a small impressed noise.

“What?”

Mrs. Erikson smiled. “You boys are sitting at 99%, meaning you’ve only been delayed in reacting twice so far.” She smiled again. “Which is much better than how the rest of the pairs are going.”

Kurt beamed proudly as she continued looking through the file. She opened a spread-sheet, scrolling to the bottom.

“Here it is.” She said softly, turning the monitor so Kurt could see.

It had lots of ‘error!’ and ‘cycle change 0401’ on it, and a whole bunch of numbers, which didn’t mean much, but Kurt got the idea.

“Totally not your fault.” Mrs. Erikson clarified.

“Thank you so much!” Kurt unplugged Toronto, cuddling him close.

Mrs. Erikson smiled at their interaction. “You’ve become quite attached.”

“He’s my baby.”