It was time.

They’d only had the baby for a few hours and already Blaine knew when it was time.

The first thing he’d noticed was how much Lizzy was fidgeting, she was sitting on the floor with her little white bear and, newly bought, wolf. She seemed to be kind of agitated, squirming, not really sure what to do with herself.

The second thing he noticed was her uncomfortable expression. Her face was scrunched up in a way that would’ve been adorable if she hadn’t looked like she was going to cry if something wasn’t sorted out soon.

The biggest give away, however, was the smell. A smell that he’d grown to recognise in the days where he would change his little sisters’ diapers when he was 6.

“Kurt, Lizzy needs a diaper change.” Blaine stated. “I did it last time…your turn.”

Kurt stared at him, wide eyed. This is what he was dreading “But Blai-”

“No ‘buts’ Kurt.” Blaine interrupted. “I changed her diaper last time. It‘s your t-”

“I don‘t know how to change a diaper!!” Kurt blurted.

Blaine froze, then burst out laughing. Kurt glared at him, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “W- wait. You‘re serious?”

Kurt said nothing in return.

“Oh my god!” Blaine laughed “Come on, I‘ll teach you.” Blaine picked up the watery-eyed baby “Go get the diapers, powder, wipes and…basically all the stuff in the diaper bag.”

Kurt did so. Meanwhile, Blaine lay Elizabeth down on a mat.

Kurt came back with the diaper bag and unpacked the things inside it.

“Right, now Kurt…” Then Blaine proceeded to tell Kurt a bunch of instructions that went in though one ear and out the other. Kurt could see that Blaine was talking, he could hear everything he was saying, but he wasn’t absorbing any of it.

“Got it? Kurt? Kuuurt?” Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurts face when he didn’t respond. When Kurt still didn’t respond he decided to grip Kurts nose, tightly, between the knuckles of his first and second finger then pulled harshly.

“Ow!” Kurt shrieked, holding his nose with both hands “What the hell!?!!”

Blaine held up his hand up in a fist, except his thumb was poking through the gap in-between his first and second finger knuckles. “Got your nose.” he said simply.

Kurt glared at him, causing Blaine to laugh. “So, do you think you could change Elizabeth’s diaper now?” Kurts face was enough to answer his question “You weren’t‘t listening were you?”

“I was too! I‘ve just…forgotten it all.”

“Uh-huh… Okay I‘ll change Lizzy again. But your watching and you better take notes ‘cause you‘re doing yourself next time.” he stated as he began to undo the dirty diaper.

“Dinner time.” Kurt smiled, as he came out of the kitchen, holding a bottle.

“Oh, Awesome!!” Blaine exclaimed from the couch, where he was holding Lizzy as she watched the pictures on the TV in fascination. “What are we having?”

“We‘re,” Kurt said, gesturing to himself and Blaine “having lasagna.” Blaine moaned in approval “That should be ready in about 20 minutes.” Blaine pouted. “Lizzy is having warm milk, and then I‘m going to feed her this weird mango baby food stuff.”

“Okay then.” Blaine stood “But only if I can feed her the bottle.”

“Deal.”

Kurt handed Blaine the bottle. Lizzy drank the milk eagerly, making the cutest little noises. Blaine stared down at her with utter awe, as she pushed the bottle away to take a breath. Kurt went back into the kitchen to warm up the baby food.

“That‘s enough of the bottle for now Blaine.” Kurt said, when he came back. “I want her to try the food.”

“Alright.” Blaine put the bottle on the coffee table. “We should put her in the high chair for this.”

“Blaine, we don‘t have t-”

“Trust me, Kurt.” Blaine interrupted “If she‘s anything like my sister was, you will need the high chair.”

Kurt wanted to ask Blaine what his sister used to do, but decided against it.

“Fine.”

They set up the high chair and seated Elizabeth in it.

“Okay then.” Kurt said, lifting the spoon up to Lizzy’s mouth.

Lizzy looked at the spoon with caution, as the spoon came closer to her mouth, she turned her head away making a disgusted noise that could only mean ‘yuck’

“What‘s wrong, Lizzy? Aren‘t you hungry?” Kurt asked guiding the spoon to her mouth. Once again, Lizzy turned her head away “Aw, come on! Lizzy, it can‘t be that bad.” Kurt tried feeding Lizzy one more time, instead of turning her head away from the path of the spoon, Lizzy took a hold of the end of the spoon and pushed it away with a surprising amount of strength for a 6 month old. Then Lizzy started whining as if she was begging Kurt not to make her eat the baby food, after that she decided to bang her hand on the tray, like a judge asking for order in the court (or, y‘know Wes’ at Warbler practise).

Fortunately for Lizzy, she wouldn’t have to finish the baby food because when she banged her hand down, her fingers caught on the very edge of the bowl, causing the bowl to tip over, covering Lizzy’s onesie in warm, mango baby food.

“Oh, Lizzy!” Kurt groaned, putting the spoon down on the tray. “Shut up, you!” he frowned, pointing at Blaine who was trying not to laugh, and failing. “I suppose this is what your sister did!” Kurt glared.

Blaine finally exploded with the cackles he had been trying desperately trying to hold back, “No! Haha, she um- used to ,eh, throw the baby food at you if she didn’t like it.” Blaine took a moment to calm his giggles “But, your face…haha, was priceless! Hahaha.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen “Well, since it’s so funny to you,” he called, “you can wipe all that food off her onesie.” Kurt threw a damp cloth at Blaine, chuckling as it hit him on the forehead.

“Mean!” Blaine stated as Kurt went back into the kitchen.

Blaine picked up the cloth and turned to Lizzy, who was looking at the food all over her hands and body.

“You’re silly.” he told her, earning himself a smile from his baby girl.

Lizzy stretched out her little arms, bouncing softly in her high chair.

Blaine wiped Lizzy’s hands before accepting her request to be picked up.

While she wiggled and gurgled happily in his arms, Blaine wiped off the remainder of the baby ‘food’.

“You did that on really did that on purpose didn’t you,” he said, sitting down on the couch, smiling “You knew you wouldn’t have to eat it if it was all over the floor, didn’t you? I bet you did” he kissed her on the head “Mmhm, you’re a little trouble maker aren’t ya!! Aren’t ya!” Lizzy cooed as he held her close giving her more kisses on her cheeks “But, your plan backfired when you got covered in all that gross stuff that some people call baby ‘food’!” Lizzy giggled loudly at the goofy, disgusted face he made on that last word. She tangled her tiny fingers into Blaine untamed forest of hair and pulled slightly “Hey, that’s my hair! Don’t pull it.” Blaine pouted, Lizzy pulled a little bit harder “Ow, that’s it young lady! Rawr!!!” Blaine lay Lizzy down on the other end of the couch in a one fast motion, then playfully pounced on her smothering her in kisses while tickling her ribs, laughing as she squealed in delight.

Little did he know, Kurt was standing in the kitchen door way, watching the whole thing. Smiling with a spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there since high school. Even if Kurt, himself, didn’t know it was there yet.

The oven alarm went off.

They all finished their dinner (Kurt gave Lizzy the rest of her bottle) and brought all the dishes into the kitchen. Kurt paused, eyeing the mostly empty bowl of Lizzy’s mango baby food.

“I really don’t understand why she didn’t want it so much.” he sighed “she didn’t even try the stuff.” he picked up the bowl and turned to face Blaine, who placed Lizzy on the bench, pulling up his sleeves, ready to wash dishes. “I mean, it can’t be that bad can it? It’s baby food,” he stated “it’s supposed to be nice and sweet!”

“If you’re so sure. Try it.” hinted Blaine, mischief flashing in his eyes.

“Fine,” said Kurt, obviously missing the flash “I will.” he grabbed a spoon and scooped up some of the green substance.

Blaine held in a smirk as Kurt stuck the spoon in his mouth…

The next thing you know, Kurt is practically in the sink trying to rinse his mouth out, gargling as if his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Blaine was keeled over laughing, using the bench next to Lizzy to keep himself on his feet.

“Hey, Kurt! Did it t-taste nice and sweet?” Blaine didn’t even try to contain his smile.

“No!” Kurt whined, head still in the sink.

“Wh- eh hem-What did it taste like?”

Kurt lifted his head up and turned off the taps. “Everything that is wrong in this world” he said seriously. “Uh, Ew!” he gagged as the aftertaste struck him, he rinsed his mouth some more.

“Ha, Kurt. Erm, here’s a little tip: If baby food is green and claiming to be fruit flavoured, it probably won’t taste like fruit.

“Thanks so much for the tip.” he choked sarcastically.

Blaine tickled a giggling Lizzy under the chin.

“Seriously though,” Kurt said before spitting into the sink “that was so fucki-”

Kurt was cut off by Blaine gasping dramatically loud, and covering Elizabeth’s ears.

“Kurt!” he scolded “Don’t swear in front of our baby!!”

“What? Why? Blaine, she can‘t understand-”

“You don‘t know that!” he accused “For all we know she could be listening to us every time we swear. Then the next thing you know, her first word could be the: F-word, the S-word or even the C-word!”

“Okay, okay. No swearing, got it.” Kurt went over to Lizzy and picked her up. “I‘m sorry for exposing you to such foul language.” he kissed her “Don’t you ever repeat that word, Elizabeth.”

She smiled at him, showing off her only two teeth, then threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh,” Kurt laughed “I love you too.”

Kurt, Blaine and Lizzy finished the dishes. Blaine claimed that it was Lizzy who started the bubble war against Kurt not him. So their clothes were a little wet, Blaine got changed while Kurt changed Lizzy into her bedtime clothes, a onesie with a teddy bear on it, and gave her a fresh diaper (with difficulty, he might add) before handing her to Blaine as he got changed.

Eventually, they were all on the couch watching ‘The Simpsons’ (“-because it‘s so appropriate for a baby to watch”). The sound of soft snoring was almost inaudible over the sound of the TV but the new fathers could here it. Their hearts swelled at the sight of Elizabeth sleeping, curled up between them.

Blaine picked her up gently, careful not to wake her. Both men walked over to the crib whispering their goodnights to her as Blaine placed her down. Kurt put her bear down next to her, watching as the child’s arms wrapped around it mumbling in her sleep.

They looked at each other, sharing a lingering hug before retreating to their separate rooms.