“What time is it?” asked Mercedes, as the intro to a rerun of Friends bounced around the over-populated living room. After dinner, everyone had just resorted to either watching whatever was on TV, or just kicked back and enjoyed a light beer with Burt on the sofa. Puck, Sam and Finn went for the latter and took up the whole couch in the process, leaving everyone else to squeeze onto the last two remaining chairs, or scatter across the floor.

“Twenty to nine-ish?” replied Kurt, who was cuddled up next to her on the floor. “Someone bring up the TV guide.” The guide came up. “Thanks- Yeah, twenty to nine.” he repeated brightly.

“Alright then.” Mercedes glanced around the room, “Aww, is she sleeping?!” she stage whispered towards the chair where Blaine was sitting with Lizzy in his strong arms. Lizzy was bundled up in a small, thin blanket, which he had previously fetched from the rental car.

“Yeah,” Blaine sighed fondly, “she‘s always down around this time. Sometimes it‘s earlier, but, you know.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” Kurt turned around “Dad, did you happen to keep the crib I had as a baby in the attic?” he asked, hopefully.

“We did,” Burt said, nodding towards his wife, who was lazily sitting on the arm of the sofa, next to her husband, “but we had to get rid of it last year, because some stuff toppled over and broke it. Why?”

“Damn, I was hoping Lizzy could use it tonight, because we didn’t bring one.” admitted Kurt.

“We didn‘t?”

“No, remember Blaine? There was no room for it.” Blaine gasped quietly in remembrance, while Kurt asked his step-mother “Carole, did you keep Finns?”

Carole shook her head, “Sorry, Kurt.”

“Oh, right.” Kurt said, thinking “That‘s okay I‘ll figure something out…” he turned back to continue watching Friends.

“Does she, like, wake up every hour and keep you up all night?” Sam asked, curiously.

“Nah, she sleeps through the night.” Blaine answered.

“Most the time, that is.” Kurt added, “Occasionally, she‘ll wake up and want changing.”

“But she‘s fine normally. Don‘t worry, you won‘t be up all night.” joked Blaine.

“Arrghghh!” Burt yawned, a couple hours later, stretching his arms out. “I‘m going to bed. You coming, Carole?” he said, slowly standing up.

“In a second, dear.” she said, kissing him and going to the kitchen.

“Okay, everyone.” Burt addressed the late-twenty-year-olds in the living room “I am trusting you to make your own sleeping arrangements. You can book a hotel, you can stay here, I don‘t mind! There are spare sheets, blankets and pillows in the cupboard upstairs. You can sleep on the couch or floor in here, if you want. But,” Burts piercing, green eyes glared across the room, not landing on anyone in particular. “if I see, or hear anybody being…” Burt searched for the right word “inappropriate in my house, you‘re all in trouble! Sound fair?” They all nodded, until-

“I bet you get ‘inappropriate’ all the time. Huh, Mr Hummel?” smirked Puckerman, ignoring the hushed, scolding “Puckerman.” he got off Kurt, and dodging a elbow jab off Finn.

Burt chuckled, “That‘s beside the point.” he said, lazily, trudging up the stairs and ignoring Pucks loud, shocked laughter.

“Shush! Noah!” Kurt snapped, quietly. “You‘ll wake the baby!” Blaine gave Kurt the snoring baby, rubbing his arms to get circulation back into them.

Just then, Carole came out of the kitchen holding a glass of water to take to bed. “Oh, Kurt! Did you figure out what to do about your lack-of -crib situation?”

“Oh, yeah, Carole. Don‘t worry about it, I‘ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay, Goodnight, everyone.”

“Night!” they chorused in return.

“What‘s your plan for Lizzy then?” Blaine asked, Kurt shushed him.

“First things first, what’s everyone plan for sleeping?”

“Me and Sam are headed to a hotel.” Mercedes claimed

“We are?” Mercedes elbowed him. “Yes!” Sam choked, “We are.”

“I‘m probably gonna sleep on this couch…” said Wes.

“I‘ll bunk with Finn, in his old room.” Puck said, Finn nodding. “You know, get our gay on.”

Finn coughed, loudly, “What?!” he nearly shouted, causing Elizabeth to stir slightly.

“Finn!” Kurt scolded, holding Lizzy closer to his chest “If you wake her up, I swear to God, I‘ll kill you.” he said, seriously.

Finn slapped a hand over his mouth before mouthing “Sorry.” to Kurt.

“You better be…” Kurt muttered. “We should probably start setting up Wes’ bed, here… Finn, show Wes’ wear the cupboard is and help bring down the stuff he’ll need.

Finn nodded, heading up the stairs, the dark-headed asian following.

“Kurt,” Blaine prodded Kurts shoulder, “Where do I sleep?”

“Outside.” he said, flatly. “No, not really.” he giggled at Blaines stunned face. “You can… sleep on the floor in here, or” Kurt cleared his throat “you can bunk with me and Lizzy.”

“Oh, so Lizzy’s sleeping in your room?” Kurt nodded, “Well, seeing as Wesley snores like a chainsaw and our daughter’s with you, I think I‘ll go with the latter.”

“For the record, Blaine, I do not snore like a chainsaw.” The asian claimed, trotting down the stairs, holding a pillow under one arm and a rolled-up duvet under the other.

“I shared a dorm with you for two years, hate to break it to ya, Wesley, but you do.”

“Oh, come on, I couldn‘t have been that bad…Did it ever occur to you that you might be a light sleeper?” Wes retorted.

“HA! Blaine a light sleeper?” Kurt faced Wes, “I‘ve lived with the man for, like, a decade. Trust me, Wes, he ain‘t a light sleeper. We have a three-way baby monitor, one in his room, one in mine, one next to Lizzys crib. And 8 times out of 10 I‘m the one changing Lizzy at who-knows-what time in the morning.”

“Hey, at least I get up to do it when I hear it!”

“Oh! 2 times out of 10 congratulations.” Kurt said sarcastically.

“Does it really bother you, Kurt?” asked Blaine.

“No, not really.” Kurt cuddled Lizzy in more, “She‘s a darling.” he kissed the top of her head.

“There we go then.” Blaine kissed her cheek.

“Wooooaaahhh!!” screamed Finn, as he tripped over the sheet he was carrying down the stairs, and landed with a very loud CRASH.

Kurt tensed. “Finn, you okay?” he called, as Lizzy let out a startled cry.

“Yeah, my knees hurt though.” Finn stumbled back into the living room, chucking the sheet onto the couch. “Sorry, I woke the baby up.” he said ruefully, walking over to the screaming baby and his brother.

“It’s okay, Finn. It was an accident.” Kurt said, tiredly. Lizzy over his shoulder as he rubbed her back, comfortingly.

“But you were, like, so uptight about waking the baby up a few minutes ago.” Finn said, confused.

“Being angry, or frustrated, with you isn’t my top priority right now.”

Blaine picked up Elizabeths teddy, “Give her here, Kurt, I’ll take her to your room.”

“Okay.” Kurt gave her over. Blaine went upstairs.

“I’m really sorry, Kurt.”

Kurt waved him off, “Don’t worry about it, Finn… Are you two going now?” this was directed at Sam and Mercedes, who were putting on their coats.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, boo.” he hugged Mercedes, letting her and Sam say quick goodbyes to everyone else, before walking them to the door. “Bye.”

“Bye, Kurt, see you in the morning.” called Sam, as Kurt shut the door.

“Okay,” Kurt clapped, walking back into the living room “Wes, do you need help setting up your bed?”

“I see you got her to stop crying.” Kurt said, walking into his old bedroom. He stopped, “I also notice you already have your bags and guitar in here, too.”

“Yeah, I brought them up here earlier to save me going to the car tomorrow. And Lizzy doesn’t seem to want to go back to sleep.” Blaine looked and the fussy infant in his arms.

Kurt sat on the bed, next to Lizzy and Blaine “Does she need changing?”

“I’ve just changed her. But she still seems grumpy and agitated.”

“I would be too, if I got woken up by Finns clumsiness, in fact, he often woke me up by accident when we lived together.” he chuckled “Clumsy idiot.”

“So, what is your big solution to not having a crib?”

“Hmm? Oh! Two seconds.” with that, Kurt dashed out of the room. He returned with a dining room chair. He left again, returning with another dining room chair. Kurt placed one chair right next to his bed, leaving no gaps between the mattress and the front edge of the seat, then placing the other chair directly beside it, in the exact same way. He stepped back, examining his work, and left the room once again.

Blaine looked at it. The way the chairs were set out almost looked like half a crib, with the metal backs of the chairs (weaved into some sort of flowery pattern) looking like they would be used to keep a baby from falling out, and the bed, being slightly taller that the seats (not including the chair back rests), also worked to stop a baby from falling out.

Blaine nodded in approval, Clever, he thought, very clever.

“And the finishing touch…” Kurt said, bringing in a very thin pillow and a sheet. He placed the sheet over the metal backrests, covering them completely, then tossing the pillow over the conjoined seats, making the mattress and seats equal heights.

“Tada!” Kurt said, proudly.

“I have to say, I never would’ve never thought of it…” Blaine admitted, “Can you hold Lizzy for a sec, I want to put my PJ’s on.”

“Since when do you wear PJ’s?” Kurt asked, taking Lizzy.

“T-shirt and boxers, same thing.” Blaine sighed, facing away from Kurt and taking his cardigan and shirt off and stretching his arms out, giving Kurt a full view of his muscular back.

“Oh. My. God.” Kurt blushed, chuckling and turning his head away.

“What?” Blaine smiled, looking at him.

“Nothing, nothing. Just-” he sighed “Remind me, again, why Jake broke up with you.” Blaine laughed at that.

“Oooh! Like what you see, Hummel?” Blaine said, playfully shimmying his shoulders.

“Hey! That’s my move! Don’t steal my move!” They laughed, as Blaine put a different shirt on. And started pulling his pants off.

“OH MY GOD BLAINE PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!!!” Kurt looked away over-dramatically.

“Kuuuurrt!” Blaine whispered, trying to keep his laughter under control. “Shh, your dad’s going to get the wrong idea.”

“I’m sorry.” Kurt snorted, “I won’t do it again.” he pressed his lips together in an attempt to contain his laughter.

Blaine kicked off his pants, and took Lizzy, who was still wide awake, off Kurt. “Oh, my God. I’m blushing!”

“I can see that.”

“Hahaha, go get your PJ’s on.”

“Okay, by the way, thanks for bringing my bag up here.” he said bending over his bag.

“No problem.” Blaines eyes rested on Kurts ass, his skinny jeans doing their job perfectly. “Jesus Christ…” Blaine sighed, glancing away.

“What?”

“Remind me why John broke up with you.” Blaine breathed, smiling at his friend.

“Oh, you know,” Kurt picked up his blue, Saturn jammies. “he just couldn’t handle this.” Kurt started swaying his hips from side to side. But Kurt wasn’t expecting what happened next. Blaine reached forward and pinched Kurts butt.

Kurt squeaked, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Blllaaaiiinne!” he scolded, unable to suppress his laughter. “My dad’ll get the wrong idea.”

“You started it!” Blaine stated, dodging a red faced Kurt’s swat to his head.

Chuckling, Kurt got changed in the bathroom. Coming back into the room, minutes later, when they had both calmed down.

Kurt yawned, putting his folded up clothes into his bag. “I’m tired,” he paused “she still refusing to go to sleep?”

“Yeah, every time I lay her down, she complains.”

“Give her to me.” he did so, Kurt lay her down in his arms. Automatically, Lizzy hummed in disapproval, and started kicking her legs. “I see what you mean…” He sat her up again. “Hmm…” an idea struck him! “Blaine, pick up your guitar.”

“Ready?”

“Ready!” Kurt lay Lizzy down in his arms, as Blaine started gently plucking the strings on his guitar, drowning out Lizzys small, fussy noises.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.”

The soothing sound of Kurts gentle voice caused Lizzy to stop kicking her legs and whining, as she listened.

“You‘ll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don‘t take my sunshine away.”

Lizzy started to relax into Kurts embrace, as Kurt smoothly rocked her back and forth. He smiled at Blaine, just in time to see him mouth “It‘s working!”, before looking down and continuing to sing to his daughter.

“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,
So I hung my head and cried.”

Lizzy calmly snuggled into Kurts chest, sticking her thumb into her mouth as Kurt held her tighter.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You‘ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don‘t take my sunshine away.”

Kurt stopped singing as Blaine played the soft melody of the instrumental. They looked at each other and grinned, their eyes swollen with happiness. They were surrounded by this comforting warmth as the music surrounded them. Blaine harmonised with Kurt as the song started again.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You‘ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don‘t take my sunshine away.
Please don‘t take my sunshine away.
Please don‘t take my sunshine away…”

Blaine strummed the final chord, and put his guitar back in its case as quietly as possible.

“Is she asleep?” he whispered, crawling over the bed.

“Yeah.” Kurt whispered back. “Out for the rest of the night, hopefully.”

Blaine smiled, brushing Lizzys hair back with his hand, “We should go to sleep now, too.”

“Yeah.” Kurt agreed, using one arm to pull his blanket back as he lowered himself into the large bed, turning on his side, and hugging the toddler to his chest. Feeling Blaine’s weight dip the bed down as he got under the blanket, too.

“I thought you were going to use the chairs as a crib?” Blaine questioned.

“No, I’m cuddling her all night.”

“Then what are the chairs and pillow for?”

“Simple!” Kurt chimed “If I put her in the middle, between us, she might suffocate. But this way, if Lizzy ends up rolling over in the night, or if I turn the other way in the night, worse case scenario, Lizzy will just roll onto the pillow on top of the chairs. Instead of, you know, falling off the bed.”

Blaine hummed in understanding, “I approve, very smart, Kurt.” Blaine snuggled down further into the blanket, “But, what if I want to cuddle her, too?” Blaine pouted.

“Tough luck! You’ll have to reach over me.”

“Fine,” Blaine scooted over, right next to Kurt, “I will.” with that, Blaine pressed his chest against Kurts back, and sneakily snaked one hand under the covers and up Kurts top-

“Ahh!” Kurt gasped “Your hands are cold! Go away! Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” Kurt lightly smacked Blaines arms as he took it out of Kurts shirt and back over the blanket. This time, Blaines hand reached over Kurt and rested upon his daughters arm.

“Goodnight, Kurt.” he said, turning off the lamp on Kurts bedside table.

“Goodnight, Blaine.” Kurt said into the darkness.