“Hey!” Karofsky barked, grabbing Kurt’s shoulder and wrenching him around to face him. “I was talking to you.”

Kurt was focused on one thing – keeping Toronto safe. He clung on protectively, death-glaring Karofsky.

“Not this week.” Kurt said softly, silently pleading that maybe Karofsky would adhere to his wishes for once.

Karofsky merely chuckled. “Just because you produced some sort of gayspawn doesn’t let you off the hook, Hummel.”

“The hook of what?” Kurt exclaimed, and Karofsky grabbed him by the lapel, pulling him close.

“You listen here Hummel, I’ve-“

“Hey!” a voice whipped through the air, making Karofsky freeze. “Neanderthal! What have I told you about toying with the Porcelain?”

Thank god for Sue Sylvester…

Karofsky released Kurt with a firm glare, turning around and walking straight into Blaine, who had turned into the hall just before Sue called out. Blaine was seething, his eyes narrowed and his hands shaking slightly.

“You messing with my kid?” he asked in a dangerously low voice.

Blaine was so much shorter than Karofsky, but his rage made him feel more powerful. Karofsky sized him up before taking a cursory glance down to hall, spotting Sue still standing there, glowering at him. With a sneer at the both of them, Karofsky growled and stormed off.

Blaine glared after him, before turning to Kurt, who was leaning heavily against the lockers. His eyes immediately widened, going straight from angry to concerned.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he hurt Toronto?”

Kurt took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he pressed an ear to Toronto’s chest.

“He’s fine. Sleeping.” Kurt whispered, hugging him close.

“Do you still want to have lunch here?” Blaine asked him gently, noting how shaky he seemed and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Kurt shook his head.

“Alright, let’s go.” Blaine agreed easily, already texting Mercedes to let her know.

At the car a few minutes later, Kurt and Blaine dumped their bags and Toronto’s bassinet in the backseat. Kurt crawled into the front seat, Toronto still cradled to his chest. Blaine said nothing, already in the driver’s seat, bashing his fist down on the steering wheel angrily.

“What’s wrong?” asked Kurt, still a little shaky.

“Nothing.. Just.. Ah.. I swear that was the maddest I’ve ever been! How dare he try to hurt you while you were holding a baby!” Blaine exploded. “What a jerk!”

Kurt took a deep breath.

“Blaine, you need to calm down. Karaofsky’s just like that. There’s nothing we can do.”

Blaine sighed.

“Can’t we tell a teacher or something? Like last time?”

“No…that’ll just make it worse. And it’s not really that bad, that’s the first time he’s tried to hurt me in a while.” Kurt pleaded with him. “It’ll be fine…just let it go.”

“Okay.” Blaine agreed with a sigh, though he wasn’t happy about it. “We need to at least thank that teacher.”

“Sue?” Kurt asked with a grin. “That might not be the best idea…” his voice trailed off with a giggle. “But sure, you may as well.”

Blaine grinned to himself and started the engine, but noticed Kurt bouncing his leg agitatedly. He placed his hand on Kurt’s knee.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Kurt bit his lip slightly with a small shake of his head. “I…I’m not sure.” He admitted a little shakily.

“Okay. Let’s get you home then.” Blaine said gently, finally turning the key.

The trip passed in silence, Kurt cradling Toronto as his sleepy snores filled the car, Blaine concentrating both on the road and on calming himself down.

Parking outside the house, Blaine opened Kurt’s door for him, helping him out of the car before grabbing their bags from the backseat. Kurt let them into the house, still holding Toronto against his shoulder with one arm, occasionally nuzzling him, as if to remind himself they were both safe.

In the lounge room, Kurt sank into a recliner as Blaine disappeared upstairs, putting their bags away, careful not to wake Carole. They hadn’t left McKinley until almost the end of the lunch period, so it was after two by the time they got home.

Coming back downstairs, Blaine squeezed into the recliner next to Kurt, hugging him close, tangling their legs together and leaning awkwardly over the baby, which was still being crushed to Kurt’s chest. Kurt rested his forehead tiredly against Blaine’s cheek, closing his eyes as he finally started to relax. They stayed like that until they couldn’t stand listening to their stomachs complain anymore – which was at least an hour or so later - moving only to tend to Toronto’s needs.

“I should go get us some food…” Kurt mumbled as the door opened suddenly.

Finn stumbled in, shooting Kurt and Blaine a wary look.

“Hi.” He said awkwardly. “Uhh…I’ll be at Mike’s house tonight. Can you let Burt know for me?”

Blaine glanced down at Toronto with a smirk, remembering what he and Kurt had overheard.

“No worries.” Kurt said softly, standing up.

“Want me to get the food?” Blaine offered, tugging at Kurt’s shirt.

He shook his head. “It’s okay. You take Toronto…”

Kurt placed him in Blaine’s arms, almost reluctant to let him go as Finn headed upstairs to grab clothes. He headed into the kitchen, taking a deep breath.

He didn’t know what he would’ve done if Karofsky had hurt Toronto. He couldn’t even fathom his reaction – what he would have done if Karofsky had made him tip the head too far back. He shook his head, putting two microwavable meals into the microwave. He really couldn’t be bothered to cook.

He stepped back into the living room, finding Blaine with his nose pressed up against Toronto’s stomach, inhaling heavily.

“Um. Blaine…?”

Blaine’s head snapped up, colouring slightly. “…Yeah…?

“What are you doing?”

Blaine grinned. “Tonto smells good. Like a real baby…”

Kurt smiled, stepping over to Blaine and ran a hand through his hair gently. “That would be the baby power I put in his clothes.”

He stepped away when the microwave beeped, fetching their food and bringing it into the lounge, waving half-heartedly as Finn passed back through, stopping in the kitchen for a snack and emerging with an enormous sandwich.

Kurt stopped just before he sat next to Blaine again.

“Should we move to the couch?” he asked.

“Nah.” Blaine grinned. “Cosier like this.”

Kurt chuckled, squeezing himself beside Blaine and Toronto, resting their food on the armrest. Blaine repositioned Toronto and swung his own legs over Kurt’s, tangling them together again. With Toronto pressed against his chest, and his food on his lap, Blaine let out a content sigh. Kurt had adjusted himself around Blaine and grinned at him.

They ate slowly, taking their time, slightly worried about spilling anything on Toronto. He whimpered halfway through, and they both stopped eating to tend to him, going back to their food only when Toronto started making contented gurgles again.

They were interrupted once again by the door opening. It was Burt, and Kurt was far too comfortable to jump up and pretend they weren’t touching.

He glanced at them from the door, raising his eyebrows. “Hi.”

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine conveniently took a bite of food, in order to get out of talking to Burt.

“Hi.”

Burt stared at them a little longer, trying to work it out in his head. They weren’t kissing – they were eating. They’d be fine. He had to be reasonable – he let the boys sleep in the same room with the door closed. He almost smirked as he watched Kurt take a hesitant bite, as if waiting for a lecture.

When Burt didn’t say anything, Kurt cleared his throat. “Finn is staying at Mike’s tonight.”

Burt nodded, heading into the kitchen to get his dinner. Kurt let out a breath of relief, relaxing and snuggling further into Blaine.

^.^

When they finally finished eating, Blaine and Kurt took Toronto upstairs for an early night. Their sleeping patterns were well and truly screwed, and both boys were slightly tired, despite the fact that it was barely even dark yet.

They each took their turn in the bathroom, Kurt offering Blaine first shower. He came back out after his shower to find Blaine fast asleep in the centre of the bed, collapsed on top of the covers with Toronto resting on his chest. Kurt smiled at them gently, leaning over the bed to stroke Blaine’s cheek before gingerly lifting the baby off of his chest. Blaine’s only reaction was to sigh and roll over, burying his face in a pillow, leading Kurt to realize they were probably more tired than they thought.

Kurt cuddled Toronto into him tiredly, rocking him absently, not quite ready to crawl into bed next to Blaine. Downstairs, he could vaguely hear Burt and Carole’s voices, before the front door slammed, and footsteps came up the stairs, hesitating outside his door.

“You can come in Dad.” he called, slightly amused. Burt opened the door slowly, frowning as he saw Blaine asleep on the bed, and Kurt still awake, tending to the baby.

“He is doing his share isn’t he?” Burt asked slightly gruffly. Kurt smiled.

“He is. Probably doing more than his share too. I feel like I never get any time with Tonto by myself.” he admitted quietly. Burt half smiled, awkwardly backing out the door.

“Well, good luck with that.” he called, shutting the door behind him.

Kurt went back to rocking Toronto gently, finally starting to yawn. Tucking Toronto carefully into his make-shift bed, Kurt gently shook Blaine’s shoulder, eventually waking him enough to get him to crawl under the blankets, climbing in next to him.

Kurt fell asleep easily, half lying on Blaine’s chest. Blaine, woken from his deep sleep, proceeded to wake up every single time Toronto made a noise, whether it was a gurgle or a whimper, waking Kurt each time, due to the jump he woke up with.

They had a frustrating hour in the middle of the night, where Toronto, curiously enough, caught the hiccups after a feeding, causing Blaine to jump awake every couple of minutes for almost an hour and a half, until he wanted feeding again.

Eventually Kurt, frustrated and exhausted, moved away from Blaine, burying his head under a pillow and stealing most of the blanket, asleep in seconds. Blaine was left to pull a spare blanket over himself, trying to sleep - only to jump awake every few seconds, listening intently.

“Argh…stop moving…” Kurt groaned sleepily, still able to feel Blaine’s jumps.

“Sorry…I don’t know what’s going on. I’m like, hyper-aware…”

“I noticed…” Kurt groaned again, rolling onto his back. “You’re worse than a freaking puppy.”

^.^

Early next morning, when the alarm went off, all that could be seen was an arm fighting its way free of the covers to turn the annoying noise off. Not too long later they grumbled their way out of bed, blinking blearily. Toronto got cradled to a chest, while his bottle and nappies got gathered up by the other. Leaning against each other for support they managed to stagger their way downstairs.

Blaine collapsed straight back onto the couch, his arm over his eyes. Kurt placed Toronto into his other arm, before poking him sleepily.

“Don’t go back to sleep.” he mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen to get coffee, coming back out with an extra cup for Blaine.

He passed it over, accepting Toronto in exchange as he sat next to Blaine, smirking slightly as he immediately cuddled into his side.

“What time do we have to be there?” Blaine asked sleepily.

“Not until twelve or something.” mumbled Kurt in reply.

“Kurt, it’s like eleven.” Blaine told him, sleepiness suddenly forgotten as he sat up properly.

“Shit!”

Blaine’s eyes widened, covering Toronto’s ears with a small gasp. “Dude, not in front of Tonto!”

Kurt had to smile, but it was short-lived as he practically launched himself over the couch, still clutching Toronto tightly.

Blaine was less panicked, nursing his coffee lovingly. “Calm down…” he yawned again, standing up.

Kurt was hurriedly packing his bag, still in his pyjamas from the night.

“Give me Tonto, go get changed.” Blaine ordered, still as calm as ever.

“Right.” Kurt nodded, passing the infant over before bolting up the stairs.

Blaine shook his head with a small smile, looking down at Toronto. “Let’s just hope you don’t inherit his organisational skills.”

“You mean, let’s hope he doesn’t inherit your eyebrows.” Kurt teased, coming downstairs, fully dressed.

Blaine could’ve sworn he was only gone a few seconds. Maybe he’d dozed off standing up?

“Hey…” Blaine shifted Toronto to one arm, raising a hand to his eyebrows in defence, stroking them slightly.

Kurt chuckled, kissing Blaine’s eyebrow as he walked past. He grabbed four pieces of bread, throwing them into the toaster before taking Toronto from Blaine.

“Go change.”

Blaine grinned, nodding and heading upstairs.

When he returned, Kurt was eating, two pieces of toast buttered on a plate for Blaine.

“Hey, don’t inhale it. You’ll choke.” He grinned, taking a piece and taking a bite. “What’s the schedule for today?”

“I have a test first up, so you can take Toronto and find Sue or something…then we’ll meet up for lunch and he’ll come to English with me.”

Blaine nodded. “And I will sleep.” He said almost longingly.

“Lucky…”