They let themselves in quietly, tiptoeing up the stairs to Kurt’s room, trying hard not to wake anyone up. Once in his room, Kurt collapsed fully clothed on the bed, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He vaguely noticed Blaine placing Toronto on his chest, and he automatically wrapped his arms around him, feeling the bed jolt as Blaine collapsed next to him.

“We should get changed.” Kurt mumbled sleepily. Blaine cuddled closer.

“No, too tired.”

“I’ve got to change Tonto at least, I don’t want to wreck his Warbler outfit.” Kurt told him. Blaine mumbled assent, moving so as to let Kurt get back up.

Kurt sank back onto the bed next to him a few minutes later, changed into his pyjama’s, with Tonto, in a similar outfit, clutched to his chest. He fought to push the blanket down, Blaine’s weight holding it in place.

“Blaine, move” he ordered, tugging ineffectively at the blanket.

Blaine mumbled something into the sheets, so Kurt tugged harder. Blaine rolled with the upturn of the sheet and fell off the bed with a thud and a small cry of alarm.

Kurt finally managed to pull the blankets down, sliding into bed easily.

“Thanks” he mumbled sleepily.

“What for?” asked Blaine, climbing back onto the bed.

“Moving?” asked Kurt, confused.

“What? I fell!” protested Blaine half-heartedly

“Oh. What did you do that for?”

Blaine sighed, shaking his head. “Never mind.” He whispered, cuddling back into Kurt’s side, face buried between his shoulder and the mattress.

They slowly settled into the comfort of the bed, losing their hold on consciousness.

“You smell nice. Like Tonto” Blaine mumbled sleepily. Kurt smiled, wrapping his arm around Blaine, snuggling closer.

“Shh” he whispered. “It’s sleep time”

^.^

Toronto barely cried that night, letting his daddies sleep. He had finally found a cycle that allowed him to sleep through the night.

He cried once at six, once again forcing Kurt to have to wake up and stay up.

“Blaine…” Kurt mumbled, Toronto’s bottle placed at the baby’s lips.

Blaine didn’t move, but his fingers twitched slightly.

“I know you’re awake…”

Blaine yawned into his pillow, mumbling something.

“We have to get up.”

“No.” Blaine said firmly into the pillow, and Kurt chuckled.

As Kurt started to get up, Blaine firmly attached himself, wrapping both arms around his waist in an effort to keep him down.

“Cuddle with me.” Blaine ordered, trying to pull Kurt back down.

“Blaine…” Kurt mumbled, still trying to wrestle himself away while keeping Toronto safe. “I need a shower and stuff.”

“I need coffee, but it’s six in the morning. A shower can wait.” He gave a hard tug and Kurt fell back against the pillows, with Toronto still clasped against his chest.

Blaine made a happy sound – almost like the ones Toronto made, and cuddled into Kurt’s side.

“Much better.” He whispered, nuzzling Kurt’s chest slightly.

Kurt smiled to himself, using one hand to stroke the hair at the nape of Blaine’s neck.

“I love you.” Blaine said sleepily, and Kurt froze for a split-second. He would never get tired of hearing that.

“I love you too.” Kurt grinned, bending down to nuzzle his face into Blaine’s curls.

“Mmhm…but I like…really love you. We’ve spent five days, living in each other’s pockets…and I don’t feel like it’s been a hassle or it’s been a bore. Every moment has just been perfect. I love you…so much…I could see us in the future…together…forever.”

Kurt was beaming. Blaine was still sleepy – his sentences were a little broken, but Kurt got the idea.

“These past five days have been perfect for me too.” He tugged a little at his hair and placed a kiss near his ear. “Want to get up now?”

“No.”

Kurt inhaled, and froze.

“Wait. Blaine, do you smell that?”

“It was probably Toronto. He smells good.”

“Bad smell Blaine, bad smell.”

“Probably Toronto.”

Kurt shoved Blaine away, trying to be gentle. “Take Tonto. Something’s burning.”

Blaine sat up, taking Toronto and looking more alert.

Kurt bolted down the steps, panicking. He scanned the living room, but there were no flames or any smoke.

“Kurt, is that you?”

Kurt frowned, stepping into the kitchen to find Burt in a cloud of smoke and steam, looking lost.

“Dad…what are you doing? Is everything okay?”

“Uh…I tried making that big English Breakfast that you taught me for you and Blaine…but something went wrong.”

Kurt let out a relieved sigh. “I thought the house was on fire…”He stepped closer, surveying the scene.

“Well, you tried to put French toast and the Sausages in the same pan, and you didn’t stir it enough so the egg is trying to cook under the sausage and toast.” Kurt explained. “The heat is also too high and it’s burning.” He took down the heat and threw the bread and sausages away. “But thanks for trying…I’m going to have a shower…start again and wait for me before you put anything on the stovetop.”

Burt just looked confused. “Okay…”

Kurt smiled as he headed upstairs.

^.^

He was happily teaching his father how to crack an egg with one hand when Blaine emerged with Toronto, still looking sleepy even though he’d been up for about an hour.

“Morning Blaine.” Burt said cheerfully, and Blaine mumbled a response.

“Coffee babe?” Kurt asked, skilfully cracking an egg and grabbing a cup at the same time.

“Please.”

He slumped at the bar, yawning as Kurt placed the steaming cup in front of him. “Thank you.”

“And there you have it!” Kurt grinned, stepping back from the plate he had just loaded. Burt had watched, mostly, finding he had forgotten specific elements of the task.

“So…can you write it down?”

Kurt laughed, making another coffee and putting it in front of Blaine for when he finished the first. Burt loaded up two more plates and placed one in front of Blaine with a knife and a fork, earning a much more awake response.

“What’s happening today?” Burt asked, starting into his sausages.

Kurt looked over at Blaine thoughtfully. “Not much, actually.” As Blaine slumped in his seat and mumbled. “Sleep.”

“Carole wants us to go out for a formal dinner tonight. Our treat.” Burt smiled and Kurt grinned.

“That sounds awesome! Is Finn coming?”

“If we can get him in the same car with the baby, then yes.” Burt grinned teasingly.

Kurt shook his head with a smile.

“We’ll be leaving at five, so be ready by then.” Burt instructed and both boys nodded as Toronto let out a whimper.

Blaine swiped his chest, but Kurt held out his arms. “You eat, I’ll feed Tonto.”

Blaine nodded, passing him over and continuing with his breakfast.

“I’ve got work for a couple of hours; I’ll be back in the afternoon.” Kurt and Blaine nodded as he went upstairs to get ready.

“Do you want to go out for lunch?” Kurt asked. “We could probably do some shopping at the same time.”

Blaine smiled. “Sounds good.”

Toronto made his happy noise and both boys smiled fondly, Blaine putting his plate in the sink and taking Toronto so Kurt could eat.

“What else can we do today…” Kurt mused, looking over at the calendar

“I still think sleeping is a really good idea.” Blaine said softly with a pout, and Kurt smiled.

“Fine. We can sleep for a few hours, but then we have to go out.”

Blaine nodded seriously, already heading upstairs.