Knock knock. Knock knock.

“Kurt! Blaine! Breakfast is almost ready!” Mercedes called through the door, the following morning.

No response.

Puzzled, Mercedes called again, “Kurt? Blaine? Breakfast!” -still no response. Mercedes huffed, They can’t still be sleep… she turned the doorknob, and stuck her head through the door.

“Awwwwww, my god!” she gushed, closing the door silently.

Mercedes fell back and lent on the door frame, giggling as quietly as possible.

“Mercedes?” Puckerman approached her, coming out of the bathroom “What‘s so funny?” Mercedes waved him off. “Seriously, what‘s so funny?”

“I-it‘s,” Mercedes took a deep breath, calming herself so she was able to speak, “it‘s not so much funny, as it is adorable.” Puck raised an eyebrow.

Mercedes gestured for Puck to come forward, half opening the door. “Look.”

“What? Are they naked, or something?” he said, poking his head through the gap. “Oh my god.” he giggled. “That is so cute.”

Kurt and Blaine, still asleep, were full on spooning, their hands intertwined, and resting on a small lump in the bed, which was obviously Lizzy.

“I gotta get  picture of this-” he stated, fumbling around in his sweatpants pocket.

“Good idea.” Mercedes said, sliding her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans.

They stood there, taking pictures of their friends, trying not to laugh too loud and wake them out.

“What‘s going on?” asked a voice directly behind them, causing them to jump.

“Geez, Finn, you don‘t just go sneaking up on people like that.” Mercedes gasped, hand over her heart.

“I didn‘t sneak up on you!” Finn defended, “You’re the one who‘s peeping into my brothers room!”

“Dude!” said Puck, pushing Mercedes out the way and dragging Finn forward “You gotta see this!”

“See what?” Finn was pushed in front of Puckerman.

“Just look!”

Finn rolled his eyes, and peeped inside. He shrugged, “What am I looking at?”

“Kurt and Blaine.”

“Why? What about Kurt and Blai-Oh my God, they‘re spooning.” Finn looked away, “Please, tell me they‘re wearing clothes. Please, tell me they‘re wearing clothes.”

Puck laughed, “Yeah… We’ve been taking pictures of them for the last few minutes.”

Finn hummed, not surprised “You‘re going to hang this over them later, aren‘t you?”

“Most likely.” said Mercedes.

“Show me the pictures.” Mercedes gave him her phone. “Hmm, the angle makes it hard to identify what‘s going on in it, and the lighting isn‘t to good either -that’s because the curtains are closed.” he handed it back “For best results one of you will have to go in there, so there‘s no denying it‘s them…maybe a better quality camera.”

“What‘s this about cameras?”

“Oh, Burt! Do you have a camera we can borrow?” asked Puck.

“Why?”

“We‘re taking pictures of Kurt and Blaine, because they‘re curled up together.” Mercedes explained.

Burt chuckled “That not very nice…” he shook his head in amusement “But, what you kids do in your own time is not my business, and you’re the ones who have to deal with the consequences. And if I help you out with this, I will be held partly responsible for the wrath that may, or may not, come later.” Burt coughed, “Kurt is my son, and I‘m going to respect his privacy, as you guys should, too.” Burt turned, and started to go downstairs. He paused. “On a completely different note, there’s a very good quality digital camera in the second draw to the left, in mine and Carole’s dresser…” he continued his path down the stairs.

“Thanks, Mr. H!” Puck called after him, before retrieving the camera. “Okay, so who‘s going in there to take the picture?”

“Count me out, Puck.” said Finn, holding his hands up in a ‘I surrender.’ position. “I‘m already on thin ice for waking the baby up, yesterday.”

“Why don’t you do it, Noah?” asked Mercedes “You‘re the badass!” she said, almost sarcastically.

Puck didn’t notice the tone, “Yeah, you have a point there, ‘Cedes. Alright! I’ll do it! You two go downstairs, I‘ll be down in a minute.”

Happily, Puck tiptoed into the bedroom, stepping carefully to avoid any squeaky floorboards that may have been hidden by the carpet. He took one picture standing at the bottom of Kurts bed, then one from the side, showing Blaine clearly hugging Kurt to his chest. Before finally going around to the other side of the bed to get one last shot of the trio that had the baby in the front, and showed the linked hands that rested on top of her.

The flash went off.

“Perfect.” Puck whispered as the picture showed itself on the little camera screen.

“Mmmmmggmghmah.” Elizabeth hummed, stretching her little arms out.

“Crap. Oh, no.” he said, as Lizzy yawned, her face scrunching in the process. “Go back to sleep. Go back sleep.” he pleaded, hovering over her, as her eyes blinked open. Pucks expression must have been funny, because she let out a high pitched giggle, and reached up to him.

Lizzy’s laugh caused Kurt to stir, Puck watched as Kurts legs stretched underneath the covers.

“Aggeah” Lizzy laughed again, her arms pointed towards Puck.

In a small rush of panic, Puck scooped the infant up into his arms, knocking the pillow off the chairs next to the bed “Come on, kid you‘re coming with me.” he told her as he dashed out of the room, not bothering to shut the door.

Kurt yawned, stretching his legs out, again. He made a move to pull the blanket off himself, as he felt sweaty and overheated, but a secure arm, that was firmly fixed around his waist, kept him in place and stopped him from moving the blanket because said blanket was caught underneath Blaines arm.

“Blaine,” Kurt complained, “as much as I love getting cuddles off you, you’re making me hot. -Blaine!” he said a little louder.

“’orry, ‘urt.” Blaine apologized, half-asleep, rolling over.

Kurt sat up, rubbing his eyes. He hand fell to his side, blindly feeling for Lizzy. The patch next to him was cold. Slightly panicked, Kurt whipped his head in the direction of the chair-made crib, hoping to find his daughter on top of the pillow he put there yesterday. But, his sight was met with the cold, hard wood of the chair.

“Blaine!” Kurt alarmed, looking over the bed and seeing the pillow on the floor. He picked it up, “Blaine!!” he hollered, whacking Blaines sleeping form in the head with it.

“Ow!” Blaine yelped, sitting up, suddenly awake. “What was that for?” he grumbled.

“Lizzy‘s gone.” Kurt said, his tone turning Blaines blood cold.

“What!”

“Is she on your side of the room?!” Kurt begged.

Blaine scanned the floor for any sign of a crawling baby “No.” his gaze landed on the door. “Kurt, the door is open.”

“What?!!” Kurt gasped.

“The door is open!” he repeated. Both Kurt and Blaine tore the blanket off themselves and sprinted out of the bedroom, desperate to find out where Lizzy was.

Their footsteps were franticly uncoordinated as they galloped halfway down the stairs.

To this day, Kurt and Blaine don’t know who slipped on the staircase first. They do know, however,  that after they rolled, bouncing off almost every step along the way, Blaine landed on the floor first, before receiving Kurt’s entire weight landing directly on top of him.

“Oh!!” Blaine moaned, as all of the air was pushed out of his lungs.

“Sorry.” said Kurt as he rolled off of Blaine and collapsed right next to him, “Ahh!” he gasped as he cradled his sprained wrist and tried to sit up.

“Holy Hell! Are you two okay?!” said Burt, rushing out of the living room, Carole, Wes and Mercedes following close behind him.

“Yeah.” Kurt said stiffly, feeling his dads warm hand on his back “Where‘s Lizzy? Please tell me she‘s down here!”

“Yeah, kid. Puck brought her down about half an hour ago. Hold on,” Burt stood up, “Wes, go get her, please?” Wes nodded, disappearing into the living room “Thank you.”

“Blaine, are you okay?” Kurt asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” Blaine wheezed, curling over on his side and clutching his stomach, “J-just winded.” he rasped out. “Is Lizzy okay?”

“She‘s just fine.” answered Wes, as he handed Lizzy to Kurt.

“Oh, thank God.” said Kurt, hugging her to his chest, trying to ignore the searing pain in his wrist, and failing.

“What‘s the matter?” asked Carole, noticing his expression.

“I think I sprained my wrist.” admitted Kurt.

Mercedes stepped forward, “Holding the baby can‘t be good for it then. Give her to me,” Kurt did so, “we‘ll be in the living room, okay?” Kurt nodded, and off she went.

“Now, Blaine, do you think you can stand up?” asked Carole.

“I don‘t know.” said Blaine, still breathing deeply.

“Do you want to try?” Blaine nodded, and slowly sat up. Then stopped for breath.

Wesley stepped forward, offering his hand to Blaine. Blaine accepted, and shakily stood up, leaning on Wes for support. Meanwhile, Burt helped Kurt up.

“Now let‘s get you two sorted in the kitchen.”

“Noah Puckerman!” Kurt snapped, storming into the living room, his swollen wrist wrapped in a support bandage that Carole had gave him in the kitchen.

“Wha-” Puck said, stupidly, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth, which he dropped as he felt Kurts hand whack the back of his head. “Ow! What the hell?” he said as he received another slap to the arm.

“You took my baby away while I was sleeping?!” Kurt scolded, showering Puck with more hits from his good hand “Why would you do that! You could‘ve at least left a note! Or woke one of us up!” he said, gesturing to Blaine, who’s was now sitting on the sofa, hand over his stomach “Or something!!”

“Ow. Ow! Okay. Hey! Ouch! Easy. Easy! Hummel! Kurt!” Puck caught Kurt’s fierce hand, before he could slap him again “I‘m sorry okay! Sorry!”

Kurt huffed, ripped his hand out of Pucks grasp. “What the hell were you even doing in my room?!”

Pucks eyes went wide “Umm.” he said, searching his mind for an excuse.

“He was,” Mercedes interrupted “going to tell you that… breakfast was ready” she finished as Kurt attention was directed towards her.

“Yeah!” Puck confirmed, Kurt looked at him “But, you guys were asleep, and Lizzy” he pointed to her, “she was awake, so I just thought I‘d take her down here encase…encase she was hungry.” Kurt continued to stare at him, doubt written across his face. Puck nodded at him, for good measure.

Kurt directed his gaze back to Mercedes, who nodded too. Finally, he looked at Finn, as if for confirmation, in return Finn put his hands up, defensively. “Don‘t look at me, I‘m staying out of this!” he said, standing up and walking to the other side of the room.

Kurt glanced between Mercedes and Puck, “There‘s something going on here, and I‘m going to find out what it is?!” he said, determined, before marching into the kitchen.

“So,” Blaine started, “what were you doing?”

Sam, Wes, Puck and Mercedes chuckled.

“He took pictures of you guys while you were sleeping.” said Sam

Blaine laughed, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Wes confirmed, “they‘re quite sweet, Blaine, you should look at them.”

“Show me.” Mercedes passed him the camera, “Aww,” he giggled, “whatever you do, don‘t let Kurt know that’s what you were doing.”

“I don‘t plan to.” said Puck, “At least, not while he‘s in the same state as me…”

Blaine shook his head in amusement, “If he asks, I don‘t know a thing.”

“Deal.”

The beautiful summer sun warmed the drive way, as smart, soft shoes kicked at the loose stones in the gravelled ground. The man travelled up to the welcoming door. The man stopped on the fuzzy doormat.

He knocked.

“Kurt, honey, can you answer the door?” he heard the motherly voice of Carole say through the door.

“Okay.” the slightly high pitched voice of Kurt Hummel called back.

The door opened.

“David!” Kurt hugged the tall, handsome black boy, “I didn‘t know you were coming! What a pleasant surprise!” He let go of him, stepping aside, “Come in, come in.” he urged.

“Thank you, Kurt.” said David, “It‘s nice to see you too.”

“Everyone! Guess who decided to show up!” Kurt exclaimed, taking David into the living room.

David was suddenly engulfed by hugs from his old friends and mixed greetings of: “David! How you doing, man?” “Hey stranger!” and “Oh, my God, he‘s alive!”

“I‘m good, I‘m good.” he told them, “Jessica‘s pregnant again.” he dug through his jeans pocket for a moment “Here‘s a sonogram, if anyone‘s interested.” Kurt took the sonogram, looked at it then passed it to Blaine, who proceeded in passing it around the room.

Jessica, Davids wife, was a vet just like David. They both worked on an African safari with their 4 year old son, Ryan. They’d lived in Africa for about 3 years, so nobody got to see them often.

“That‘s great!” said Burt, “Where‘s Jess and Ryan?”

“Back home. I‘m only here for the day, my plane leaves tomorrow morning.” he replied, “Enough about me, right now, I want to know what‘s happening with all of you,” David was momentarily distracted by a loud gurgle that came from next to his feet, “-and who is this precious little Princess.” he asked, bending down and picking up the baby in the light purple dress.

“That‘s Lizzy.” said Kurt.

“Aww,” David cooed, “is she yours?”

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded, smiling.

“And mine.” Blaine added, gently taking Lizzy off David.

David looked between the trio, confused. “Oh? When did this happen?”

“About three weeks ago?”

“No, I mean,” he gestured towards them.

“We aren‘t together.” they said simultaneously.

“Okay?” David shook his head to clear his thoughts “Explain that to me later. Right now, it‘s almost lunchtime!” he smiled, “What do you say we all have a picnic in the park?!” he suggested to the whole room.