“Honey? Sweetheart? We need another one-”

Kurt's head complete with a mop of dishevelled hair peeked out from the open door way, as he called quietly down the hall. “Huh, what?”

“Another one, we need another suit-”

“What? Again? It's been like five minutes-”

“Can we discuss this whilst you fetch us a clean change of clothes please, daddy, honey, love of my life-” The sound of an overly forced exhale of breath and a drawer sliding open from down the hall cut Blaine's gentle sing-songy voice off only momentarily before he started up again.

Blaine swung his arms side to side, slow and rhythmic and careful, with his lower lip jutted out into an adorable pout, his tired eyes warm and bright and crinkled, all as he carried on humming and singing and talking, quiet and lilting. Speaking words that made no sense, speaking in rhyme, talking about his studio meeting he had to be ready for in four hours time, all in the same steady jovial tone, all aimed at the tiny bundle of blue fabric and pink wrinkled, flushed skin he held safe within his palms and forearms.

Kurt appeared with a ball of sheets under one arm as he opened a door and bundled them inside without even looking. “I'll wash that pile tomorrow, two rounds of dirty sheets, wash cloths and sleeper suits is quite enough at this time in the morning, thank you very much.” Kurt mumbled in a cheerier tone than needed.   

He picked up a small cloth in one hand and a tiny pile of neatly folded light coloured clothes in the other and made his way towards Blaine who was huddled forward on the couch in the dark living room, with pacifiers and blankets, wipes and napkins and bottles all around him, on the coffee table.

Kurt came and sat beside him, so close that he was practically leaning into his side, as he peeked over Blaine's shoulder down into his lap, his eyes met the pair of bright blue shining back at him. Even with only the lamp in the corner room providing a dim light, Kurt could still make out his baby boy's small yet still so big eyes, round and full of promise and hope and love already.

Kurt was tired and cranky, he had purpling rings under his eyes which he could positively cry at the thought of should he allow himself the chance. He had a crick in his neck from falling asleep in an awkward sitting position earlier, and a bruise on his shin from where he had walked into the coffee table around this same time the previous morning, but he still couldn't control the smile from splitting his face. He buried his face into the fuzzy crease where Blaine's jaw and neck line met and continued to smile against his husband's warm skin as he looked down in awe and wonder.

Blaine smelled like a trace of fabric softener, mostly of milk and spit up and a trace of lingering cologne, yet he smelled gorgeous still, he smelled like home. Blaine's voice cracked a little whilst he continued to sing silly words and Kurt didn't have to look to know he was smiling too. Blaine raised his arms a little as Kurt popped the tiny metal buttons of the sleeper suit and gently pulled the fabric away from cute little chubby arms and legs.

Blaine continued rocking the baby gently with tiny movements as he sang a running commentary of what Kurt was doing, rubbing a cloth over a tiny beating chest, patting a gentle hand over a tiny diapered bottom to check it was still dry. The crying had now been reduced to more of a gurgling whimper as Kurt carefully pulled a mint green onesie with a monkey on the front, over and buttoned up.

“Thank you Daddy.” Blaine sang in a hushed tone as the little boy's eye lids started to flutter closed and his tiny lips widened with a breathy yawn. Kurt leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the cushiony space over his brow just below a silky smooth mop of dark hair.

“You are most welcome baby boy.” Kurt whispered as he pulled back up and sunk back into the couch cushions. He wrapped an arm around one of Blaine's, curling himself inward with his head resting on Blaine's shoulder, as he carefully laid back too. The baby remained fast asleep against Blaine's sickly covered PJ t-shirt, his little chubby shmushed against Blaine's chest as soft snuffles huffed from his pursed lips.

“You need to change out of that.” Kurt mouthed against his shoulder, eyes closed and legs lifting to tuck underneath himself comfortably.

“Too tired.” Kurt felt the rumble of the words more than he actually heard the hushed rasp from his husband, he hummed a response. “You think we should call the paediatrician? This is the third night now right?” Kurt's eyes fluttered open, he ran his fingers up and down Blaine's bare arm lightly.

“It's just colic honey, his stomach is just trying to adjust to the formula and he still doesn't have his sleep routine worked out yet, I think he's over the worst now, but we'll check in with the clinic tomorrow-”

“Today.” Kurt could hear the sarcastic smile even in Blaine's sleepy tone.

“Yes today. Ha.” Blaine turned his head and pressed a few soft kisses to Kurt's hair.

“Ok sweetheart.” Blaine then leaned down to do the same to the little boy in his arms.

“We should put him in his basket, we cannot get into this habit.” Blaine curled his palms around and over the baby's small softly padded bottom, keeping him carefully pressed to him.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Honey-”

“I'm just resting my eyes.”

“Blaine.”

“Two minutes baby-”

“Honey come on, you should go to bed for a bit, you've got that meeting-”

“I love you Kurt, I love you both so, so much.” Blaine whispered with a smile, wide and proud on his lips with his eyes still firmly closed. Kurt could do nothing but crane his neck and brush messily placed kiss to the underside of Blaine's stubbly jaw. He nosed downwards until his eyes fell upon the spot he was looking for, just below Blaine's collar bone. Kurt pressed a kiss over the recently healed patch of marked skin.

Finley Hummel-Anderson