Mrs. Erikson welcomed them warmly, despite the fact they were about ten minutes early. She quickly briefed Kurt on what they were supposed to do, sending him to work on one of the computers at the back of the room. She smiled slightly as Kurt conferred quietly with Blaine, passing him the baby and accepting his bag in return.

Kurt started work as the rest of the class trailed in slowly, the pair who had the other baby rushing into class a full twenty minutes late. Kurt worked for almost the entire class, but didn’t actually achieve anything, too distracted by the picture Blaine made as he paced slowly in front of the windows on the wall, whispering to Toronto as he did so.

When the class was finally over, Kurt glanced back over at Blaine to see him talking seriously to the girl with the other baby. He packed up quickly, going over to them and slipping an arm protectively around Blaine’s waist, peering at Tonto as he listened into their conversation.

“Yeah, Tonto had the colic cycle last night.”

“Oh! How did that go? We got that one on the first night.”

Blaine shrugged nonchalantly. “We didn’t understand what was wrong at first, but he was fine after a little while.” Blaine grinned down at Toronto.

“Honestly, I don’t get the point of these dolls, all they do is cry and sleep.” whined the girl, almost carelessly swinging her baby around.

“You honestly think that?” Blaine asked quietly, rocking slowly and glancing down at Toronto in his arms. “We’ve quite enjoyed having Tonto.”

The girl sighed, turning away. “Geez, why did I even bother.” She mumbled none-too quietly to her partner. “I swear, some people take their assignments too seriously…”

Ignoring her and slipping his hand into Blaine’s, Kurt tugged lightly. “Ready to go babe?” he whispered quietly, smiling at the grin that lit up Blaine’s face.

^.^

They’d collapsed straight back into bed when they got home, setting an alarm to give them enough time to get ready before they had to go meet up with the Warblers.

Carole checked on them when she got home, around one. She smiled at the sight of them sleeping curled together, Toronto resting between them, and left just as quietly as she’d entered.

She loved Blaine – she thought he was a perfect addition to their family, and truly believed he’d be around forever. Kurt and Blaine fit together perfectly, and she smiled to herself as he headed down the stairs.

The alarm went off at four, and Kurt was up first, blinking rapidly and surprised that Toronto hadn’t cried once. He leant down, satisfied but still a little miffed when he heard Toronto breathing. He shut off the alarm as Blaine woke up, yawning.

“Warblers…” he mumbled, and Kurt chuckled.

“Yes baby. Warbler time.” Kurt got up and walked over to the dresser. “What should we dress Toronto in?”

Blaine was still sleepily trying to untangle himself from the pillows. “Something that looks nice.” He mumbled.

Kurt chuckled. “Go have a shower. I’ll dress him.”

Blaine just nodded and stumbled into the bathroom, and Kurt grinned to himself when he heard the water running seconds later. He put Toronto into jeans and a t-shirt, pulling a jumper over his little arms as Blaine stepped out, looking awake and refreshed and in a scarily similar outfit.

Kurt chuckled a little. “You both look adorable.”

Blaine looked down at his outfit and then at Toronto’s. “I like it.” He chuckled, receiving Toronto as Kurt headed to the shower.

“The Warblers are going to love you.” Blaine told him, pacing gently. “You’re just like your daddies. Horribly stubborn and loving of music, right? That’s why you stopped crying for us last night, right? It wasn’t some insane coincidence?”

Toronto didn’t respond and Blaine shook his head.

“Stubborn, right?” Blaine smirked, still pacing the room. “But you also have a great sense of fashion, just like me.”

“That’s what you think.” Kurt emerged from the bathroom, grinning.

“Hey, who came out dressed like him?”

Kurt kissed his lips gently with a grin, gathering Toronto’s stuff.

“Where are we meeting the boys?”

“Some restaurant in Westerville. The details are in the car…” Blaine told him, shifting Toronto to one arm, taking Kurt’s with the other.

^.^

They were circling the block, looking for a parking spot when Blaine texted Wes, asking him of their whereabouts. When Kurt finally pulled into a spot, Blaine’s phone beeped.

“They’re inside, waiting in the foyer.”

“Foyer? Blaine, where exactly are we?”

The place was immaculate, gorgeous, and completely out of Kurt’s price range. The only reason he had agreed to come was because Blaine wanted to show off their baby, and the Warblers insisted on their favourite restaurant. Even with Blaine insisting on paying at least half of Kurt’s meal, (after a lengthy debate) Kurt was still down in his savings.

Blaine grinned. “We come here all the time to celebrate, or hang during the term breaks.”

Kurt shook his head. “It’s awfully…big…”

Blaine unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled Toronto out in his bassinet, joining Kurt at the front of his car. They entered together, hand in hand, and found the Warblers all lounging around the foyer.

Wes’ eyes lit up when he saw them.

“Guys! It’s Kurt and Blaine!” a quiet cheer went up and the Warblers hurried over, their grins miles wide.

They talked incessantly for a good five minutes, until Wes slapped his hands together, mimicking the clang of his gavel.

“Come on guys, we need to order food and everything. We can talk at the table.” He suggested, and the Warblers nodded with grins, filing into the dining hall.

Kurt was a little overwhelmed – ever since he’d left the Warblers to return to McKinley, he’d been a little apprehensive about seeing them again. He felt like he had betrayed them, but they obviously didn’t feel the same way. They had greeted him as enthusiastically as they had Blaine, fawning over Toronto as if they were all related in some way.

The dining hall was even bigger than Kurt expected, but it was just as beautiful. There were only a few customers inside, and a large table in the corner was reserved, and Wes led them over. Kurt and Blaine sat at the head of the table, and the other Warblers filing around them. With the bassinet between them, Kurt pulled Toronto into his lap and sat him up so he could see over the table.

“So tell us Kurt, how have you been?” David asked, leaning forward.

“Good…good.” Kurt answered. “It’s just been Glee and Toronto, mostly.”

“Toronto?” Nick chuckled. “Cute name.”

Blaine beamed. “What have you all been up to during this week?”

“Rehearsing mostly.” Thad answered on behalf of them all. “We had a bit of a Warbler week thing happening.”

“Without me?” Blaine asked in mock shock.

Jeff chuckled. “It’s not like we need you dude. We can warble without your actual voice.”

“That hurts, Jeff.”

“I’m sure you would’ve had more fun with Toronto, though.” Trent said, as Jeff and Nick coughed ‘doubt it’ behind their hands.

Blaine grinned. “I have had a lot of fun this week…it’s been a different experience.” He grabbed Kurt’s hand with another wide beam. “And I’ve also been able to spend every second with my boy and we haven’t killed each other, so that’s been a bonus.”

Kurt frowned with a small smirk. “Bonus? Babe, that’s the best part of the package.”

The Warblers all stifled laughs, glancing around at each other.

“Are you guys ready to order?” a waitress came up to the table, giving them appreciative grins.

“Yes!” Flint grinned. “Yes please.”

She went around the table and got all their orders, walking away with a smile.

They talked and talked, even after they received their meals. They had quickly fallen into an old routine, talking about everything and nothing. Kurt felt home and at ease with them again, and fortunately, Toronto hadn’t cried once, letting them enjoy their meal and the time with their friends.

“Do you guys want to move to the sitting room?” Thad asked as their plates were being carried away and they finished paying.

They agreed and as they started over, Toronto started whimpering. Almost absently, Kurt swiped his chest and found his bottle.

Jeff’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god, can I feed him?” Kurt was a little taken aback, but nodded.

“Careful of his head.” He instructed, and Jeff nodded, grinning as Kurt placed Toronto in his arms, giving him the bottle at the same time.

“He’s so…heavy.” Jeff commented, sitting down on one of the couches. Kurt hovered protectively, grinning. “And he feels like a real baby…”

“Do you have siblings?” Kurt asked.

“Just one.” He grinned. “My sister, she’s four.”

“Having a girl would’ve been nice.” Blaine commented, wandering over. “But I don’t think I’d give Tonto up for the world.”

The conversations wore on, and they just kept talking, never running out of things to say. Hours later, Wes got their attention.

“Guys, it’s an hour until curfew. We gotta get back to Dalton.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “…you guys can go home, you know that right? Its Professional Development week…and also, it’s Friday night”

David grinned. “Warbler week. Tonight’s the last night. You guys could come along, if you’d like?”

Blaine shook his head. “As awesome as that sounds, Toronto, Kurt and I need sleep, and we’d probably just distract you.”

“You sure?” Thad asked, and both boys nodded. “Alright, well I guess that means Toronto gets his present now.”

Kurt and Blaine just looked at the group of boys who had gathered around. “His what?”

The Warblers burst into identical grins and David and Wes disappeared. Kurt held Toronto protectively, frowning slightly.

“No seriously guys, what are you giving our baby?” Blaine demanded.

Wes and David reappeared with a large box, placing it on the table and beckoning Kurt and Blaine over. They approached apprehensively.

“Open it.” Nick prompted, and Blaine looked at Kurt worriedly, before lifting the lid.

A finely pressed, baby-sized Dalton uniform sat in the box, folded carefully. Both Kurt and Blaine’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, it’s perfect!” Kurt squealed, already pulling Toronto’s t-shirt off while Blaine pulled the white button up from under the blazer.

“Thanks guys!” Blaine gushed, gently fitting Toronto’s arms into the shirt, buttoning it up carefully.

In a few minutes, Toronto was completely dressed in the uniform – tiny black shoes and all.

“He’s our honorary Warbler.” Wes announced with a grin and Kurt giggled.

“He looks so smart!” Blaine commented, fixing the lapel of his blazer.

The Warblers pulled out their phones, snapping pictures of him and grinning.

“Almost like our mascot.” Nick said.

Wes glanced at the time. “Guys, we gotta go!”

There was a round of disappointed ‘awwhs’ as they cleared out. They gathered in the foyer, saying their last goodbyes to Kurt, Blaine and Toronto.

“Bye mini-Warbler!” Jeff and Nick called.

“Thanks for dinner guys!” Wes, David and Thad left last, nodding at Kurt and Blaine with a grin.

Blaine and Kurt stood out the front of the restaurant, beaming.

“They’re amazing.”