Firstly, Toronto had started crying almost as soon as he entered the school building, leaving Blaine to desperately scramble for his bottle and nappy, as teachers had death glared him from inside their classes.

He managed to get Toronto into an empty, unlocked classroom until he calmed down, which took the better half of the first period.

Now he had to find Sue.

He walked through the halls of McKinley, a little lost as he tried to burp Toronto as well as navigate his way around. Finally he started to see things that looked like they would relate themselves with Sue – lockers, the gym and the showers.

When he found her office empty, he frowned, turning around in a small circle. The walls were lined with trophies, and Blaine stepped forward to read the inscriptions.

“What are you doing in my office?” A voice barked from behind him, and Blaine turned around.

He put on a charming smile – a practiced reaction from getting caught at Dalton – and turned around.

“Ms Sylvester?” the woman in front of him nodded, her eyebrows raised. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday.”

“Yesterday…” she looked confused, walking around to her desk with a frown.

“You saved Kurt from Karofsky…”

“Oh.” She sat down. “You were there too?”

Blaine nodded, awkwardly, rocking Toronto.

Sue shrugged. “Probably didn’t see you – you’re so short.”

Blaine frowned, biting his lip to stop himself from giving her a snappy reply.

“Anyway, thanks for stopping Karofsky. It’s nice that you care.”

“I don’t care.” She replied. “But if that big oaf made the baby porcelain cry, then I would have to hear it from all the way down the hall.”

“He’s made of plastic.”

“It’s a nickname, genius.”

Blaine huffed slightly. “You could be a little kinder. I mean, I did just thank you and-“

“Blaine…” Kurt said from the doorway, smiling slightly.

Blaine turned around, grateful that Kurt was there. He walked in, shooting an apologetic look at Sue.

“Sorry Ms. Sylvester. My boyfriend doesn’t understand-“

“Yeah.” She noted, already scribbling things away on her notepad.

“Doesn’t understand what?” Blaine asked, but Kurt just shook his head, shepherding Blaine out the door.

Blaine, too busy trying to figure out what he didn’t understand, missed the subtle smile that Kurt and Sue exchanged – a silent understanding.

^.^

As soon as the door shut behind him, Kurt stepped forward to take Toronto out of Blaine’s arms.

“I’d better take him now.” He said tiredly, trying, but not quite able to smile.

Blaine nodded worriedly, passing the nappy bag over.

“Have a good class.” He said hesitantly, calling Kurt back when he tried to turn away, and hugging him gently.

“Hey, cheer up okay?”

“Sorry, just…” he sighed “My maths teacher almost didn’t let me take the test because I was late, and then I could barely concentrate. I’m actually more than a little glad that this week is almost over.” Kurt explained, before glancing at his watch. “I’d better go. My teacher tends to get cranky when we’re late.” He hurried off, leaving Blaine to find his way back to the choir room.

^.^

Kurt entered the classroom just as the final bell rang. His teacher glared at him from the front of the room, but didn’t say anything.

He slid hastily into his seat next to Mercedes, awkwardly tucking the bassinet next to his chair and gently placing Toronto into it, before pulling his book out of his bag. Ready for class, he slumped over his desk. Next to him Mercedes poked him in the ribs.

“Don’t fall asleep. She’s in a bad mood today.” She hissed.

Sighing, Kurt pulled himself back upright, attempting to at least look like he was paying attention.

It worked for all of three minutes, than Toronto whimpered. Kurt dived for the bassinet, swiping his chest and pushing a bottle to his lips. He gently pulled him out of the bassinet as his drinking noise filled the otherwise silent classroom, causing some of the other students to laugh quietly as the teacher turned around, glaring at him.

“Mr Hummel, do you mind?” she asked pointedly, even as Kurt hastily scribbled down the notes on the board.

“Sorry Miss, I can’t help it.” He apologised pointlessly. Glaring at him again, the teacher sniffed, turning back to the board, only to whirl back around as Toronto made the happy noise.

She raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose that can’t be helped either?” she remarked.

“No Miss.” Kurt said politely, yawning halfway through the sentence.

“Are you disrespecting me Mr. Hummel?” the teacher asked dangerously.

“No Miss, I’m sorry, I was just up all night with Toronto.” Kurt apologised uselessly, he knew she was on the warpath now.

“Toronto? Your little…Toy?” she asked.

“The baby, yes.” Corrected Kurt, too tired to care anymore.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t feel the need to correct me Mr. Hummel.” She said pointedly. Nearly the entire class was openly staring now. They hadn’t seen the teacher this unbalanced for a while now.

“I’m sorry Miss.” Kurt apologised yet again. In his arms, Toronto started whinging again. Expertly, Kurt swiped his stomach, bring the bottle to his lips, then changing his nappy, under the disbelieving stare of the teacher. It wasn’t until he brought the baby to his shoulder to burp, earning himself a few tiny ‘awws’ from the girls in the class that she spoke again.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot tolerate this level of misbehaviour in the class.” She told him, an evil glint in her eyes. “I would appreciate it if you left.”

“But Miss…” Kurt started.

“Out. If I have to ask again you’ll be going to see Mr. Figgins.” She told him gleefully.

Kurt stared at her in disbelief, as Mercedes poked him in the side.

“Hurry up Kurt.” She hissed.

“That’s it!” yelled the teacher. “Mr. Figgins office! Now!”

Kurt gulped, hastily shoving all of his stuff back into his bag and dumping the whole thing in the bassinet before picking it up and walking out of class, holding his head high.

It wasn’t until he was in the hallway that Kurt slumped, allowing himself to rub at his tired eyes. He wandered through the hallways slowly until he finally made it to Mr. Figgins office.

^.^

Half an hour later, Kurt finally left Mr. Figgins office. The principal had chewed him out for disrupting his English class, ignoring his numerous attempts to tell him the truth, a lecture that was not helped by the numerous times Toronto had cried. By the time he made it to the choir room he was close to tears. The sight of Blaine, asleep on the gym mats, pushed him over the edge, and he hastily rubbed at his watery eyes, sniffing loudly.

Looking at the clock, Kurt sighed. He still had almost a full hour before it was time for Glee club. Making up his mind, he gently placed Toronto next to Blaine, and curled up on his other side.

^.^

Someone gently shaking his shoulder woke him up a little later, and he mumbled in his sleep, attempting to roll over.

“Kurt, wake up.” Someone said insistently. He finally opened his eyes, peering up at Blaine.

“What time is it?” he mumbled.

“Almost three. The rest of Glee club will be here soon, I thought you’d like a chance to freshen up before then.” Blaine said with a half-smile, noting how miserable he looked.

Kurt nodded, sitting up as Blaine reached down to hug him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked in concern.

” ‘m fine. Had a bad day is all.” Kurt explained sleepily, pushing himself upright. “I’ll be back in a second.” He said, vanishing out the door, returning a few minutes later, his hair fixed and looking a lot more awake.

“Blaine, where’s Tonto?” he asked.

“In his bassinet. I didn’t want him to wake you.”

Kurt located it quickly, spotting the baby and nodding, slumping down on the mats again. Blaine crawled over, pulling Kurt into a hug.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Mrs. Kennedy is a bitch.” Kurt mumbled, cuddling into Blaine’s chest sulkily. Blaine glanced at Toronto in concern. “She was getting pissy at me for Toronto crying.”

All concern for Toronto’s innocent ears was gone and Blaine frowned. “What?”

“She sent me to the principal’s office.”

“Wait, what for? Because of Toronto?”

Kurt nodded. “I also…well, I was talking back, but it wasn’t my fault! It was so unfair!”

“Completely unfair.” Blaine agreed. “What did Figgins say?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Something about responsibility or whatever. Toronto started crying again so I missed most of that lecture.”

Blaine shook his head. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.” He kissed the side of Kurt’s forehead as the bell rang for the end of the day.

Kurt mumbled with a small pout. “And to top it off, my arms hurt…”

Blaine took his hand, gently massaging the muscles in his arm, taking special care in his forearms.

“Better?” he asked, kissing the crook of his arm.

“Much.” Kurt sighed. “I didn’t realise babies were so heavy.”

Ten minutes had passed and nobody had entered the room. Kurt frowned, looking around before his eyes widened in horror.

“Oh for god’s sake!” he cried, jumping up.

“What? What’s going on?” Blaine stood up beside him as he moved to get Toronto.

“Rehearsal is in the auditorium today.” He groaned, getting Toronto’s stuff.

“Hey, you go. Tonto and I will stay here, okay? You need some baby-free time.”

Kurt bit his lip, glancing down at Toronto before nodding and giving Blaine a kiss on the mouth. “Thank you so much.”

Blaine grinned. “No problem. Now go!”

He sighed as Kurt left the room. He wouldn’t admit it to his face, but at times he wondered how he was coping with having little or no sleep, while still being expected to do tests and assignments. At the very least, he’d let Kurt enjoy Glee club without having to worry about Toronto.

Glancing around the room, Blaine’s face lit up as he spotted the piano. Okay, so maybe he had an ulterior motive for staying here. He hadn’t practiced all week, and was dying to see how differently he sounded with the different acoustics at McKinley. Picking Toronto up, he carried him and his bottle and nappy over to the piano stool, leaving his things on the seat next to him whilst he settled the baby comfortably into his lap.

Lazily, he picked out the beginning to a familiar song with one hand, hearing himself start to hum along almost automatically. Certain that the baby on his lap was stable; he moved his other hand to play properly, starting to sing at the same time.

He didn’t play for long, stopping after two or three songs, his mouth dry. It felt as though he hadn’t sung for a lot longer than almost a week, though he was almost certain that his tiredness was causing at least some of it. In his lap, Toronto still slept soundly.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Blaine yawned. He still had another hour or so until Glee club finished, and Kurt came back to get him. With any luck, he’d be able to get a decent nap in.

Crawling back onto the mat, Blaine gently laid Toronto down next to him, making sure his bottle and nappy were in reach before lying down, giving into his tiredness.

^.^

When Kurt returned to the choir room, he was in a much better mood, his eyes alight and he was practically skipping as he hurried to meet Blaine. The choir room was dark, and he flicked on the lights to find a half dressed Toronto and a sleeping Blaine. Kurt had a fleeting thought that maybe Blaine had slept through his cries, but Toronto was quiet.

“Blaine…?” Kurt said softly, stepping into the room and taking a cursory look around.

Blaine blinked awake, clearing his throat and noticing Toronto.

“Oh…” he mumbled with a sheepish grin. “Must’ve fallen asleep after I changed him…”

Kurt giggled, sinking to his knees on the mats and planting a kiss on Blaine’s lips.

“You’re in a good mood.” Blaine noted with a grin, kissing him back gently.

“Glee club will always make things better.” Kurt said, strapping Toronto’s clothes back in place before picking him up.

Blaine put all his stuff back into the bassinet, picking it up and yawning slightly.

“How are you still tired? You’ve had way more sleep than I have...” Kurt complained, shifting Toronto to one arm and holding his other hand out.

Blaine took his hand with a small shrug.

“It’s not like I’ve gotten proper sleep. He’s been crying a lot lately.”

Kurt moaned. “God, I just want to sleep at least a little bit!”

“Well, how about I drive home, and you can sleep in the car…then sleep as soon as you get home.”

“But then my sleeping pattern will be even dodgier and I won’t sleep tonight.”

“But if Toronto cries a lot tonight, you won’t get any sleep anyway…”

Kurt huffed. “We have our Early Childhood class tomorrow, and that’s our last class for the week, which you need to be at…so we can sleep all day Friday.”

Blaine bit his lower lip, grinning slightly.

“Umm…Kurt, we have dinner Friday night.”

Kurt groaned. “What? When?”

Blaine grinned. “We’ve been scheduling it for weeks…you know, before Toronto. We’re going with the Warblers…”

“Oh yeah…” Kurt pouted. “Well, we can sleep most of Friday then.

Blaine chuckled. “Alright. But I’m driving home today. You look wrecked.”

“...Thanks?”