“Be good for daddy.” Kurt whispered, quietly making his way back through the room.

If he didn’t hurry he’d be late for his Maths test.

^.^

Blaine slept most of the day, apart from the brief half hour he took to tend to Toronto each time he cried. Mr. Schuester checked up on him between classes, making sure he hadn’t abandoned Toronto or anything (not that he really understood what they were supposed to be doing). The two periods ended quickly, and Kurt raced to the choir room, where he found Blaine in exactly the same position – sleeping – but this time he had Toronto on his chest, rising and falling with each breath.

He pulled out his phone quickly, turning the flash on and snapping a picture. Blaine frowned in his sleep, stirring slightly.

“…light bright Kurt…” he mumbled rather loudly, and Kurt had to stifle a giggle.

When he heard Toronto’s small whimpers, he headed over. He collected the baby quickly, swiping it and checking him with the bottle. When his cries stopped, Kurt smiled and decided to take him for a walk around the halls, cooing to him gently as he burped the baby.

He loved Toronto. He really did. Sometimes he wished he was real – having a baby wouldn’t be that bad, especially if he had it with Blaine. He’d been so good with Toronto, even if they’d only been together for a day and a half – sometimes Kurt pretended that they were a family.

Kurt was about to start his second lap around the school when Toronto let out the familiar happy sound, so Kurt turned around and returned to the choir room.

It seemed that everyone had arrived when Kurt stepped in. Mr. Schuester gave him a nod and he tried to slip in quietly, but Mercedes saw him first. He was heading towards Blaine, who seemed to still be sleeping on the mats behind the piano when he was approached.

“Oh my god!” Mercedes cried, giving him a gentle hug, careful of Toronto. “He’s adorable!”

“Mercedes…” Mr. Schue started, but it was too late. Tina, Brittany, Rachel and Mike had abandoned their chairs to get to Kurt too.

Kurt laughed, forgetting about Blaine as the others crowded him, holding Toronto protectively to his chest.

“Gross.” Lauren muttered, leaning back in her chair.

Puck shrugged. “I dunno, it seems pretty cool.”

Lauren raised her eyebrows at him, clearly unimpressed.

Quinn also lingered, staying in her seat but still keeping her eyes trained on Kurt with a small, uneasy smile.

“Okay!” Mr. Schue finally cried, gaining authority over his kids.

A small growl went up from behind the piano, and everyone turned with wide eyes.

“The hell was that?” Puck asked, standing up and trying to peer over.

Kurt chuckled. “That was Blaine.”

The boy was slowly sitting up, stretching and moaning slightly.

“Noisy…” he mumbled, and Kurt grinned, walking over to him and placing Toronto in his arms.

“Look after Tonto, okay baby? I have practice.”

Kurt kissed his forehead and Blaine nodded, still half-asleep. The girls let out simultaneous sighs of content and affection for the couple, and Kurt blushed slightly as he returned to his seat.

“Is everyone done fawning over Kurt?”

They chuckled, all of them returning to their seats.

“Now, today we’ll be preparing-” Mr. Schue was interrupted by Toronto, who started whimpering again.

“Sorry!” Blaine called, still behind the piano.

“I bet that’s a cockblock…” Santana mumbled to Brittany, and Kurt shot her a dirty look.

The lesson continued, Blaine staying on the mats and nursing Toronto while the Glee club practiced. Kurt could’ve sworn she heard Rachel say ‘spy’ at least ten times in the one timeframe, and each time she shot Blaine a crabby look.

By the end of the lesson, Kurt was exhausted. Caring for Toronto was a lot harder than he thought, and with all the sleep he was missing (so what if it had only been one night?), it made them both emotionally and physically tired. He stumbled over to Blaine, flopping down on the mats with him.

“So…is that a yes?” they heard Finn ask in a pleading tone.

“I don’t know…”

“Please. I can’t spend another night in that house with that thing!”

“Was the crying that bad?”

Finn paused. “It wasn’t exactly the crying. I didn’t really hear that.”

Kurt sat up, slightly confused as he watched Finn practically beg Puck to let him stay over.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Finn paused again, and seemed hesitant to continue. “It’s this…dream I had man. The kid came into my room and just…it was screaming at me, and the head kept spinning around with eyes that didn’t blink, and kept asking for things and I couldn’t give…” Finn cut off short when he noticed Puck practically in stitches beside him. “Hey, shut up!”

Puck couldn’t. “You had a bad dream…and now you’re scared…of it?”

“Shut up!” Finn growled, shoving Puck slightly. “Come on, let me stay over?”

Puck headed out the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”

Finn seemed to brighten, before following Puck.

Blaine, stifling a laugh, looked over at Kurt who was frowning.

“Your brother is so weird.”

^.^

Finn had finally gotten Puck to agree, stopping at home only to tell Carole and grab a change of clothes before leaving again, shuddering as he glanced at Toronto. Carole had left for work not long after, having been put on night shifts for most of the week.

Mindful that Burt would be home soon, they collapsed on separate couches, Kurt with Toronto, trying to make up for all the time he’d missed earlier. Before too long, they’d settled into a comfortable, drowsy silence, too tired to stay awake properly, but not ready to go to sleep yet.

They’d been there for an hour or so, Kurt absently patting Toronto’s back, before the started to think about food, and what they’d do about dinner. Burt, with perfect timing, let himself in just as Kurt had decided he’d better get up and cook something, holding three pizza boxes

They’d eaten quickly, before excusing themselves to bed, leaving Burt with almost a full extra pizza (he’d bought them expecting Finn) and all the cleaning up to do.

^.^

At about eight on the dot, Toronto changed cycles again, much smoother then he’d done that morning. This time, he merely went quiet for a few seconds, before starting to snore.

Taking advantage of the quiet, Kurt and Blaine turned the light off, keeping a desk lamp on for when they had to get up, and curled up together in the bed, Kurt’s head tucked under Blaine’s chin. Exhausted, they were asleep in seconds, grateful for the extra hours.

Luckily, Toronto had a semi easy schedule. He only woke up two or three times, and was easily soothed by feeding and a nappy change. Kurt and Blaine took turns getting up to his cries, settling into a smooth routine.

^.^

Wednesday was another short day, where Blaine would spend the first two periods with Mr. Schuester while Kurt did assignment work. They arrived at school on time, and Blaine met Mr. Schue in his office.

“Hey Sir!” Blaine grinned easily, setting Toronto down in his bassinet, before picking him up and rocking him.

“Morning Blaine. You seem more awake today.”

Blaine laughed. “Much.”

“I’ll be going through some Glee club stuff today…”

Blaine nodded, choosing a couch and sitting on it. “I don’t mind – I could even offer to help if you’d like.”

Mr. Schue smiled. “Thanks. Apparently I’m not too educated on the dancing of this generation.”

Blaine laughed. “I wouldn’t be much help. Wes and David do most of the choreography in the Warblers – I just stand there and look pretty.”

“Even if you could point out whether it looks good or not would help.” Mr. Schue told him honestly

“I’ll try.” agreed Blaine easily. “Where are we going? I’m assuming you’re not going to attempt to dance in here.”

“I was thinking the choir room.”

^.^

Most of the morning passed fairly quickly, with Mr. Schue showing Blaine what he’d done so far, and Blaine offering suggestions. After a while, Toronto cried, and Blaine settled him easily, before standing there a little awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Umm, sir?” he asked. “Could you just…” His voice trailed off as he practically forced the baby into the teacher’s arms, making sure Mr. Schue had him before bolting out of the room.

He returned about ten minutes later, slightly red faced, to see Mr. Schue still standing in practically the same spot, looking at Toronto warily, as if waiting for him to cry. He passed him back over quickly, almost relieved.

“What was that about?” Will asked, raising an eyebrow in concern.

“…Erm, I had to use the bathroom.” Blaine said softly, partially embarrassed. “And then I got lost.”

Mr. Schue just chuckled, shaking his head with an amused grin.

^.^

Kurt ended up with Toronto at lunch, while Blaine went and got them food from the cafeteria. Kurt stood at his locker, Toronto in one arm while he dug to the back, trying to retrieve a book.

He heard a familiar snicker behind him, and his stomach leapt into his throat, his heart sinking.

“What’s this? Hummel’s got a baby?”