"H-hello?"

"Blaine, it's your father. You need to come home. There's been an accident, Cooper and Amelia they're...Son, they're dead."

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Blaine received the phone call from his father. The phone call that changed everything. His brother, and best friend, was dead. His wife too. Blaine still wondered if he was dreaming, or if he'd gone crazy and his mind was playing horrible tricks on him. There really was only one thing that was keeping him going right now.

Ali.

His goddaughter.

The poor child was only six months old and already an orphan. Blaine knew there was only one option for her. He would become her guardian. After all, wasn't that part of what being a godfather meant? Besides, if she didn't go to him, she would be put into foster care, and that just wasn't an option. The godmother, Amelia's sister, had just graduated high school and Blaine wasn't going to make her take on this responsibility so young.

Blaine was 23, and was about to start his last year at NYU. He had the rest of the summer to find a daycare in the city while he was at school. He lived alone, so that wasn't a problem. After sitting with all of the family lawyers, Blaine learned that he was named on his brothers Will as the beneficiary in case anything happened to him and his wife, so he knew money wasn't going to be a problem. He knew he could make this work.

He signed all the necessary papers.

Alison Marie Anderson was, legally, now his.

Only once he signed did he realized, he had no clue how to take care of a child.

The past couple of weeks he didn't really do much to actually take care of her. His mother and Amelia's mother were the ones to wake up with her, feed her, change her, and do just about everything. Blaine did the easy things, play with her and hold her when she was asleep.

But he was going back to New York in two days, so he better learn quick. He asked his mother to teach him everything. He had never changed a diaper before, and it was much harder then he thought it would be, especially with Ali kicking her legs so much.

And why did baby formula have to be so confusing? One scoop for every two ounces. Heat in the microwave, or a bottle warmer, or the sink with hot water. Bottles only lasted this long if kept refrigerated, or this long if not refrigerated. Why couldn't she just drink regular milk?

Then his mother started talking about different cries, and what did that even mean? There was more than one kind of cry? There was so much more then he expected. He could hardly keep up with all the things she was telling him.

But he had to.

This little girl was counting on him, and he wouldn't let her down. He would be everything she needed now. Blaine could never be Cooper, but he would be the next best thing.