Blaine could feel the back pocket of his pants vibrating but he was desperately trying to ignore it, cursing the fact that he had fallen into bed with it in that place of all places.  K.J. was curled up against him and one of Blaine's arms was pillowed under K.J.'s head and the other was being gripped by the sleeping boy.

It had taken Blaine a whole two days to realize that the best time to sleep was when K.J. was napping, and somehow that had led to K.J. napping with him since it was so much easier to the boy to fall asleep when he had someone beside him.  He was trying to show Kurt how dedicated he was to helping parent and had insisted Kurt sleep the last couple nights when K.J. had awoken, going to take care of him on his own.  It really wasn't as hard as he thought.  Just… be there.

It did however take a toll on his sleeping, thus the napping with the kid right now and letting Kurt do his school work.

“Your phone is trying to creep its way out of your pants.”  

Blaine blinked and peered over his shoulder towards the door.  Kurt was there, watching him with a small, wry grin.

“It's just going to be Wes.  I'm not talking to him right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I'm mad at him.”

“For releasing the songs even though that's why you're here?”

“That and being an ass.”

Kurt chuckled and shook his head, stepping over to the bed and slipping the phone out of Blaine's pocket.  “You've missed seventeen calls from him….”

“I don't want to talk to him.  He went behind my back even if it did make things good.”

Blaine curled himself back around K.J., focusing in on the snuffley-little breaths against his chest while Kurt sighed behind him before pressing a button on the phone and answering the call.

“Hey Wes.  It's Kurt…….. Yeah…. He's in Ohio obviously…… Well where did you think he ended up?........ Really huh?..... Well no, he's pissed you put those songs out without him knowing…….. Oh really? …… Wait, what?..... You're shitting me….. Wes, don't joke…… Well… huh.  Fuck…..”

Blaine's interest was piqued at this point and he rolled himself back a little to watch Kurt who had wide open eyes, shaking his head as he spoke on the phone, his voice rising as time went on.

“Wes… just a second.”  Kurt held a finger over the mic and looked down at Blaine, “You NEED to talk to Wes.”

“Fine.” Blaine grumbled in show, though now he was curious as to what the big deal was as he grabbed the phone and held it to his ear.

“What is it Wes?”

“So you finally grew a pair and went to Ohio huh?  Impressive.”

“Why are you calling Wes?”

“Well first, to apologize for realing those tracks without your permission.”

“I doubt you're sorry.  What's the real reason?”

“To congratulate you and to negotiate a larger percentage of the profits.”

“What are you talking about Wes?”

“You're selling so much that you're on the front page of the itunes store and I have people calling me non-stop for interviews on radio, T.V…. everything. I even have some of the big labels calling me Blaine!  Screw medicine… I'll make way more being your agent.”

“Uh-huh.  Right Wes.”

“I'm being serious man!  Here.  I'm going to text you the account information I set up for this and you can go look in it and see for yourself what just over a dollar a song is earning you.  I'll give you a hint - Rachel's pissed off and definitely jealous.”

That got Blaine's attention and he glanced back at Kurt who was smirking at him and then down at K.J. who was still blissfully unaware, clutching onto the arm his head was resting on since Blaine had taken the other one away to talk on the phone.

“I'll get Kurt to check it out.  I'm a little bit preoccupied right now.”

“Preoccupied?  What the hell is more important right now?”

“Cage is sleeping on my arm.”

“So?  Move him.”

“It can wait.”

He ignored that Wes began rambling in response and held the phone back to Kurt, who again covered the mic, “By the way, I totally got some pictures of the two of you sleeping.  I'll make sure to send them off to Wes right after I'm done talking with him just to rub it in his face.”

Blaine smiled lazily and turned his body back towards K.J., quickly dozing back off.  The boy was a little furnace of snuggles, and Blaine was pretty sure that he was better at getting Blaine to fall asleep than Blaine was at getting K.J. to fall asleep.

When they got up, rather, when K.J. got up and started crawling on Blaine and tugging his ears until Blaine also got up, they went into the kitchen where Blaine, carrying K.J., was damn near shoved over by Carole who wrapped her arms around him.

“You're a star Blaine!  Oh my god!  You need to sign some stuff for all my girlfriends.  They are going to be so jealous!”

“Awuh… huh?”

Kurt laughed, sitting on a stool at the island in the kitchen and turning the screen towards Blaine, “I told you that music was your calling.”

It was true.  His name was one of the cycling banners at the top of the itunes store and beside that, Kurt had several other windows open - one showing a quick rise of Blaine's name search in google, one an article where Wes was being quoted, and the last the account.

“Holy shhh…..shoot.”  

“Shus!” K.J. echoed, pointing at his feet even though they were presently shoeless.

“So I feel a lot less guilty about dropping school to come here now….”  Blaine muttered, looking again at the screen in disbelief.  “I can pay back my parents for all my tuition.”

“I spoke to Wes again too.  He wants to get some other songs you apparently recorded released as well.  You did this all in your music room?” Kurt asked, turning to Blaine.

Blaine nodded quickly, “It was just… a way to get my feelings out… I honestly didn't think I was good enough to… to do this..”

“Dadadada….”

Kurt took K.J. from Blaine, allowing Blaine to sit beside them on a stool and read over all the little details.  “I… I never thought…. I really didn't think I was good enough Kurt…”

“You are.”

“You always said that….”  Blaine looked up, “I'm sorry I didn't believe you.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at that, “Let's agree that we can both be idiots and that clearly you've found your calling.”

Blaine chuckled, “I can really do this… I can make music for a living…”  He looked from Kurt to the screen and then to K.J.  “I can support us doing something that makes me happy…”

“I am not playing house husband while you're touring and famous Blaine.  I didn't get my ass off your street just to be stuck at home without you.  Not now.  Not after everything.”

Blaine shook his head, “No… no… we'll make it work.  I'll figure it out.  I don't want to be away either.  We can do this though.”

“In the meantime though, Wes has suggested I hop on the boat and become your publicist.”

“Only if that's what you want Kurt….”  Blaine grinned though, giving himself away.  A job that didn't feel like a job, with Kurt there at his side the whole way.  

“I told Wes we'd see if this was something that we can maintain or just a short lived phenomenon.  I don't want to get ahead of myself.”

Blaine nodded, “Right…”  Smart.  Above all, Kurt was smart.  Blaine was ready to sign on for a life of music since the door had been opened, but Kurt, Kurt knew he had to be more careful.

For now, Blaine asked Wes to refrain from agreeing to any interviews or anything that required his time.  He had only just gotten to Ohio a few days ago and wanted to spend the time with Kurt and K.J. before having to duck out to meet people and answer questions.  Plus he needed to talk it over with Kurt, decide what he was and wasn't allowed to say.  There would definitely be questions, especially since the big seller was ‘Kurt'.  People wanted to know more about that song.  Why it was written, if it was really for the Kurt Hummel, if it was real… Blaine wanted to make sure anything he might reveal would be alright with Kurt.

“You can say what you want Blaine.”  Kurt assured him, head on his chest and looking up at the ceiling as they panted shallowly after a quick romp in bed one evening after putting K.J. to bed.

“Are you sure?  They could ask…. so many things…” He had his hands wrapped around Kurt's chest, one of his hands holding Kurt's hand against his heart there where they could both feel it thump-thump-thump through his chest.

“I'm a public figure whether I like it or not with my dad… and now I will be through you too.  I need to be okay with being an open book.  People know about what I did out in New York anyhow.  I don't know what else they'd ask that could be much worse than what they already know.”

“Are you okay with that though Kurt?  I mean… maybe I'm just a one hit wonder… but if I do … make it.  Are you going to be okay with that?”

“I'm okay with you.”  There was a shift and Kurt rolled himself over, laying partially atop Blaine still but now looking down at him.  “You're my sanctuary.  Cliched as that sounds… I'm safe if you're here.  I need you.  I was stupid for taking you to that train station… “

“No….”  Blaine reached up to brush his thumb over Kurt's cheek, “I needed the kick in the ass, even if it hurt.”

“Didn't know you were into pain there Trust Fund.”  Kurt winked playfully.  

Blaine chuckled, “Just a sucker for punishment.”

A wail sounded from the next room over and Kurt groaned, hiding his face against Blaine's chest.  “I'll get him.  Just give me a second.”

Blaine snickered.  Honestly, now that he was open to the idea of being a dad, it was much easier.  Why he held back before he didn't even know.  Just accepting it, trying it, made it so much easier.  He slipped out from under Kurt before he could refuse and pulled on his boxers sitting on the floor by the bed and snuck out.

“Hey Cage.  What's wrong buddy?” Blaine asked quietly, slipping into the nightlight lit room where K.J. was standing up in his crib, holding onto the rail and whimpering softly, one hand lifting to reach for Blaine. “Dadadada….”

Yeah.  This wasn't so bad.