Blaine jolted awake when he heard Ali crying, causing him to fall off the couch and hit his head on the floor. He groaned and rubbed his head while he looked at the clock on the wall.

5 a.m.

He stumbled his way into Ali's room, his muscles stiff from falling asleep at an odd angle. He scooped the little girl up in his arms and bounced, trying to get her to quiet but she only started wailing louder. Even though his mother advised him not to use one, he didn't know what else to do, so he shoved a pacifier in her mouth. She instantly quieted and started sucking on the pacifier, which made Blaine believe she was just hungry and would go back to sleep after she was fed.

But of course not.

Once he had a bottle made and she drank it down, she sat up and started talking her own little language. Blaine groaned and set her on the floor by some toys. He needed coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. He couldn't remember the last time he had been up this early, probably never. This would definitely take some getting used to.

He peeked his head around the doorframe and saw Ali was still sitting in the same spot he put her, trying to decide which toy she wanted to chew on. He smiled fondly at the girl and decided he may as well make breakfast for when his mother woke up.

It took a lot longer than usual to cook, since he kept checking to make sure Ali wasn't getting into anything she wasn't suppose to. By the time he had all the french toast, bacon and eggs were cooked, it was almost 7 o' clock. He heard his mother come out of his room and start talking to Ali. He shouted from the kitchen, "morning mom! Breakfast is almost ready. Do you mind getting Ali in her chair for me please?"

He heard his mother laugh, then she appeared in the kitchen door with Ali on her hip. "Well look at my little boy. Up before seven and cooking breakfast."

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "I didn't have a choice. Ali woke up at five! Five mom!"

She laughed once more then turned around to put Ali in her highchair. Blaine followed soon after with the plates of food. "So. Is there anything we need to do today? I was thinking I wanted to take Ali through Central Park."

"Well, I think we should probably go to your insurance company and get Ali on a healthcare plan, then to the doctors to get her all set up there. Oh, and we should probably talk to your landord about the new addition. I'm sure your neighbors have already heard Ali here."

Blaine had not even thought about any of those things, especially his neighbors. His walls weren't thin by any means, but sound did travel through them. He was extremely grateful for his mother.

They finished their breakfast while continuning their discussion about their day. Blaine also wanted to hang some of the flyers he made. His mother insisted on cleaning up the dishes and all but forced Blaine to go take a shower. Again, Blaine felt so thankful for his mom. It was then he realized he was still in his clothes from yesterday, making the shower all the more appealing.

After his shower and change of clothes, his phone started ringing. He also had about five missed calls. Apparently people had seen his add online already. The few people he talked to did not meet his requirments though. He had very high expectations. Plus none were willing to work nights, even though he put that on the add.

Frustrated, he turned his phone off for the time being and went to join his mother and Ali. Ali was already dressed, his mother had put a cute little bow in her short hair. Blaine loved it and would make Ali love bows as well.

They finally left the house around 11, after his mom showered and Ali had her morning nap. They decided taking the subway would be easier than trying to get Ali's carseat and stroller into cabs all day. Blaine had popped into his favorite coffee shop a couple blocks down to hang one of his flyers, and to get another coffee. He was already up to three cups that day, but he seriously needed the caffiene.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of insurance agents and doctors offices. By the time they got back home, Blaine was exhausted again and it was only 6:30. He flopped down on the couch, standing Ali up in his lap while she laughed and pulled at his hair. Five minutes. He would sit here five minutes then get up and give Ali a bath. His phone started ringing from the coffee table.

Kurt Hummel dragged his feet into a coffee shop he had never been to before. Not surprising though, since he hardly spent anytime in the Upper West Side. He was in desperate need of a pick-me-up. He had been out all day submitting his resume and portfolio to almost every design house in the city.

It had been almost a year since he graduated from Parsons, and he had yet to find a job. He had been working at a coffee shop near his apartment in SoHo, but he quit when a fellow employee couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He needed to find a job, and fast, if he wanted to stay in his flat.

He ordered his coffee, with and extra shot, and moved to the end of the counter to wait. A piece of really fancy stationary on the nearby bulletin board caught his attention. Bored while he waited, he read what the flyer said. His interest grew as he read. Someone was looking for a nanny and would apparently 'pay well' for the right applicant.

Kurt knew he was good with kids. When he was thirteen, they had gotten new neighbors with two very small children. During the summers, Kurt would babysit for them. He could apply for this job while he waited to hear back from any of the other places he applied to.

He pulled out his phone and punched in the number at the bottom of the page. It couldn't hurt to get a little more information could it? It started ringing just as his coffee was called. He thanked the barista and went to sit at a table when a very tired sounding voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"Um- Hi. My name is Kurt Hummel, I was looking for Blaine Anderson?"

"Speaking."

"Right. I saw your flyer in a coffee shop. You're looking for a nanny?"

"Mhm. What are your qualifications?"

"My- oh. Well I used to watch my neighbors every summer until I graduated high school. I know it's nothing professional, but the flyer said you needed somebody with an open schedule, and that I have."

"Well that's good. I-oh will you hang on a moment please."

"Yeah sur-" Kurt was cut off by a shuffling sound then heard the man yell, "Alison Marie Anderson don't you dare put that in your mouth!"Then there was a loud squeal of laughter followed by an amused, "oh don't you crawl away from me young lady."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh, at least it sounded like this man actually loved his daughter. There was more shuffling noises then Blaine's voice returned. "I'm sorry about that. Where were we?"

"I, uh, was telling you I had an open schedule?"

"Ah. Right. That's actually really important because- Ali no you can't have the phone- because I have night classes next semester and I'll ne- Ali stop that I'm trying to speak. Ah!" There was a distinct clatter, as if the phone had been dropped, then Blaine's voice returned. "I'm sorry, Kurt was it?"

"Yes. And it's okay."

"Say listen, my little Ali is getting restless. Could you maybe come for an interview sometime?"

"Yes of course. Whenever you're free."

"Ummmmmm. You said you were in a coffee shop?"

"Yes I'm- where am I?- Oh, um, Aroma Espresso Bar?"

"Ah! That's my coffee place! I live right down the street. Would you be able to come right now?"

"Oh. Um. Sure, if you'd like."

"Yeah, that would be awesome."

Blaine rattled off his address, apartment building and number before they hung up. Kurt thought Blaine sounded very nice over the phone, if not a little tired. There was something about his voice though that had Kurt feeling nervous. He sent his boyfriend, Lawrence, a quick text to let him know where he would be.

Hey babe, have an interview. May be late getting home. Love you xK

He made his way out of the coffee shop when he got a reply back, Damn. I was hoping you'd be home when you got there. I need you ;) You better hurry your sweet little ass home so I can have my way with it.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew his boyfriend was sort of an ass, but he was the only guy that had ever shown any interest in him and Kurt hated being lonely. They had been dating a little over a year, and Kurt was used to his vulgar nature by now. He turned his phone off when he reached the front of Blaine's building. He found his name on the chart outside and hit the buzzer and was almost immediately buzzed in.

Once in the building, his nerves started to grow. In the elevator, he twisted his hands together while trying to calm his nerves. The man sounded so easy going over the phone, so Kurt knew there was no reason to be freaking out this much. He was awesome at talking to people, what the heck was wrong with him?

The elevator beeped, signaling his stop on Blaine's floor. Kurt quickly found the door he was looking for and took a deep breath. He slowly raised his hand and knocked loudly three times, then waited. He didn't have to wait long though.

The door swung open and Kurt forgot how to breathe.