Blaine rolled over, groaning. He had a hangover, this was nowhere near the worst one that he’d ever had. To be honest, it was only a headache, for that, he was very grateful.

The worst hangover that he had ever had, had to be the one he had in high school, when he woke up the following morning in Kurts bed.

Just then, Blaine heard a yawn coming from beside him.   

He opened his eyes. Kurt was in the bed next to him. Wait a second, this was Kurts bed! He was in Kurts room! Why was he - Oh, yeah! Blaine threw a pillow at the back of Kurts head when he was going to bed. Blaine called him ‘No fun’ because Kurt was going to bed when he wanted to stay up. They ended up having a pillow fight. Kurt went into his room to get more ammo, Blaine followed him. They must’ve fell asleep somewhere along the line (before they found out who the winner was).

“Oh, shit.” Kurt grumbled, he must’ve just remembered the pillow fight. From the state of his room, it was really easy to figure out. There were couch cushions, pillows and feathers (uh oh) scattered over the floor and on the bed.

“Morning.”

Kurt jumped, causing Blaine to laugh, followed by a moan because his head started throbbing. “Morning, my little hungover hobbit.” Kurt smirked, Blaine groaned at the nick-name. “What? You are a hungover hobbit.”

“No, I‘m not.”

Kurt hummed “Mmm…Yes you are.”

“No, I‘m NOT!” Blaine said, firmly, grabbing a nearby pillow and hitting Kurt in the face, momentarily silencing him.

“Oh, so that‘s how you want to play, is it?” Blaines eyes nearly flew put of his head as Kurt said this, and Blaine realised what he’d started (again!).

Oh no! Blaine knew having a pillow fight with Kurt was dangerous (hence the new feather features of his room)! He didn’t mind having a pillow fight when he was drunk, because, well…he was drunk. Now Blaine had a hangover, he’d never survive another round. You’d be at his funeral, tomorrow, if he didn’t think of an escape, quickly.

Just before Kurt managed to hit Blaine with the pillow that he’d armed himself with, Blaine rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a grunt. Blaine then started crawling towards the bedroom door, as if his life depended on it (which it kind of did), shouting “Okay! I‘m a hungover hobbit! Okay! I‘m a hungover hobbit!” over and over, until he was out of site.

Kurt laughed at Blaines reaction, not the weirdest thing he’s done, he thought. “Hey Blaine, why don‘t you get yourself some tablets, and I‘ll make breakfast.”

“I think that‘s the best idea you‘ve had all day!” Blaine replied from his room, next door to Kurts.

Kurt smiled and started to get dressed, when a thought occurred to him “Blaine!” he called “Is it safe to say I won the pillow fight?”

3 days later, Friday.

Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

The sound of the phone echoed off the walls of Kurt and Blaines apartment. The phone would’ve been answered if somebody was home at the time, and this whole story might’ve ended differently. But that’s not how things happened. Kurt and Blaine weren’t at home, they were at work, not knowing that their phone was ringing or who was calling.

“Hi you’ve reached Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel’s apartment” Blaines pre-recorded voice said, cheerfully “We can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message we’ll call you back as soon as we can” his voice paused for a second “Now remember to wait for the beep before you start talking, you would think I wouldn’t have to say that, but, you’d be surprised.” Blaines voice stopped talking, causing the person on the end of the line to wait a few seconds, until, finally -

Beep

“Good morning, this is Alice Hannigan from the adoption service, you called Monday night. I’m calling to remind you that your appointment is at 13:30, today.

“I am also calling to inform you that the child you may be adopting today is a baby girl called Elizabeth. We apologize if this changes any plans you may have previously made. She’s very excited to meet you.

“We will see you this afternoon Misters Hummel and Anderson. Have a nice day.”

Beep.

“Guess who just got a months vacation from work!” Kurt exclaimed when he came home.

“Was it Kurt Hummel by any chance?” Blaine called back from the bathroom, he had only got home 15 minutes before hand. And the first thing he did when he got home was have a shower, he was drying off now.

“No, it was Neil Patrick Harris.” Kurt replied sarcastically “Yes, it was me! About time, too.”

“I know, you looked like you were ready to explode with the work load you‘ve had these past couple months.” Blaine said as he left the bathroom, only in his blue boxer shorts, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Well, my boss is an asshole.”

“True.”

Just then, Kurt glanced over at the answering machine, seeing that they had 1 new message. Huh, that’s weird… Kurt walked over to where the machine was located, in confusion. Nobody, called them in the morning. Ever. All their friends knew that Kurt worked most mornings, and Blaine either worked, slept in, or went back to bed after Kurt left.

“Blaine, we‘ve got a voicemail.”

“We do? We never get voicemails during the day.” Blaine said, walking over to the answering machine.

Kurt pressed play. “Good morning, this is Alice Hannigan…”

The men shared a confused look, but as the message continued, memories came rushing back.

“We should have a baby.”

“We‘re awesome, we live in the same house. It only makes sense.”

“What‘s the harm in having a baby with your best friend?”

“Hello. My name is Kurt Hummel. Myself and Blaine Anderson would like to adopt a baby…”

By the time the message was over Kurt and Blaine remembered everything.

Kurt and Blaine stood in silence, staring at the answering machine in shock.

Slowly, they lifted their gazes to each other, looking into each others eyes.

“Should we go? Or cancel? Or what?” Blaine asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“We should probably cancel.” is what Kurt should’ve said.

Thank you for coming, Mr Hummel and Mr Anderson.” Miss Alice Hannigan, said guiding Kurt and Blaine towards her office.

When Kurt insisted they go to the adoption centre Blaine had to question his decision, not that he was against it (Blaine loved kids), but he wasn’t expecting that answer from Kurt. Blaine asked him why, Kurt then stated that he would feel guilty leaving a child at an option centre with a worker with the last name ‘Hannigan’ (“Blaine, what if she‘s like Miss Hannigan from Annie or something.”).

Now here they were.

“No problem, at all.” Kurt smiled, as he took in the womans appearance. She had brown, wavy hair, tied back into a tight pony tail, a lot like how Quinn, Santana and Brittany had their hair when they were in the Cheerios, back in high school. She wore a black suit, with a simple white t-shirt underneath the jacket.

“Obviously, nothing like Miss Hannigan from Annie.” Blaine whispered to Kurt. Kurt snorted at the comment. Thank god, Miss Hannigan didn’t seem to hear that.

Alice opened a door (obviously her office) and led them inside. She offered them two seats, as she sat down behind her desk.

Her opening speech was explaining the important duties of parenthood and saying if they didn’t think that they could handle it, to walk out of the office right now. They didn’t move, they wanted to at least meet the baby before they made their decision. Kurt and Blaine made a deal at the apartment. They promised each other that if they don’t feel a connection with the baby, or if the baby seemed like she was going to be much to handle that they wouldn’t adopt a baby with each other. They would just keep up on the endless search on finding Mr Right.

“…and some things that you might want to know about Elizabeth, or Lizzy, as some of us call her.” she continued “She‘s quite an…adventurous child, be careful not to leave sharp objects lying about. She‘s naturally not a very noisy baby, unless she needs something or if something upsets her; loud noises such as shouting and screaming will upset her.” The friends nodded, taking in the information. Alice smiled, letting them know she had finished speaking.

“So -” Kurt started, when Blaine cut in.

“When can we meet her?” he asked. In a way, it wasn’t cutting in, because Kurt was going to ask the same question. If you think about it, it was like finishing his sentence.

Miss Hannigan’s smile widened “Right now.” she said, gesturing to the corner of the room (behind them).

Kurt and Blaine turned around. It was then that noticed the small multicoloured play-pen, inside the pen was a baby, Elizabeth obviously. She was playing with a small white bear about 5 inches big, occasionally looking over in their direction, obviously thinking something like ‘Who are those people?’.

When she saw that they were looking at her, Lizzy looked them in the eyes and made a cute little noise, that probably meant ‘Hi’, and waved a little before turning back to her teddy.

“Wow. She really is quiet.” Blaine said, smiling “I didn‘t notice her until now.”

“I told you.” The woman chuckled lightly, while she walked over to the play-pen and kneeled down to talk to Elizabeth. “Lizzy,” she said affectionately “this Kurt and Blaine. They want to adopt a baby.” Alice then lifted herself up a little and scooped Elizabeth up in her arms. “And if we’re lucky, they might take you home with them.” Kurt and Blaine watched the scene, This women is the exact opposite of Miss Hannigan in Annie, they thought.

Just then, Alice’s office phone started to ring. She let out a small sigh of frustration, before putting Elizabeth back in the pen. She answered the phone “Alice Hannigan… Uh-huh… Uh-huh… Definitely… Okay, bye.” She hung up the phone. “Excuse me for a moment.” she said as she left the room.

Just like that, Kurt and Blaine were alone with the baby. Elizabeth looked up at Kurt and Blaine, and smiled. Seeming to decide that she liked the look of these people, Lizzy made an attempt to stand up, using the edge of the pen to keep herself upright.

Lizzy made a excited little noise, then started to jump up and down, as if to say ‘come on, I want to meet you properly.’

“Aww, she‘s adorable.” Kurt watched the little girl in amusement, before walking over to the play pen and picking her up carefully. “Hello. My name is Kurt.” he told her “And this is Blaine.” he said, as he started walking back to the seat, sitting down and placing her comfortably in his lap.

“Hello.” Blaine said, while letting her shake his hand, well…finger, “Aww, Kurt. She‘s gorgeous!”

Blaine was right. She was gorgeous. She had beautiful chestnut brown hair (a lot like Kurts), not much of it, just enough to cover the top of her head. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel colour, like Blaine’s eyes, only Lizzy had more shades of green mixed in with the brown. It was just…unexplainable how the colours mixed together.

“Blaine, I think she wants you to hold her.” Kurt whispered, as Elisabeth tried to reach out towards Blaine.

Blaine complied with Elizabeth’s request, lifting her up then throwing her in air, sending her into a it of giggles, before placing her gently on his knee, still laughing like mad.

And just like that, a bond was made between the two men and little Lizzy.

“Sorry, about that, sirs.” Alice said, as she walked into the room “Now where were w-” Miss Hannigan stopped in her tracks, noticing that Elizabeth wasn’t in her pen, but in Blaines arms, smiling the biggest smile that could ever possibly fit on her cute, little face.

Alice smiled, widely “So, I take it you met Elizabeth while I was gone.” The men smiled back at her and nodded “She seems to like you two. That‘s a good sign, if she didn‘t like you, she might of thrown a fit.”

Elizabeth made a few noises that caused the adults to laugh.

“So, Elizabeth, do you like these nice men enough to let them take you home?” Alice got her answer, before she’d even finished the question.

Elizabeth started to bounce on Blaines knee, while making happy little noises in approval, sucking her thumb in excitement.

“There‘s Liz’s answer…What about yours?” Miss Hannigan asked, glancing at Blaine, then Kurt.

Kurt and Blaine looked each other in the eyes, glanced down at the smiling baby, then back at each other. Their eyes, asking so many questions, but at the same time they were answering them all.

“Okay.”