Frozen on my spot I blinked a few times, looking directly into Blaines eyes. Why in the world did Finn call him? And why would he even come here? Its not like he cared about me or the baby.

"Hi," Blaine replied as Finn stood up and gestured for Blaine to sit down as he made his way out into the hallway, giving us a moment to talk. The moment Finn closed the door behind himself; Elijah stirred away, confusedly looking up into my eyes.

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked, starting to rock Elijah back into sleep again, my own eyes much too tired.

"Well, your brother called me and I... I actually thought youd be at least a little happy to see me?!" Blaine half-asked, clearing his throat quietly as he glanced over at the baby in my arms.

"Happy?" I repeated, mostly to myself as I looked down at the little one. "Are you just here because Finn called you? Or are you here to actually see your son?"

"I am here because I wanted to see both of you... but mostly because I realized that I was stupid and wanted to tell you how truly sorry I am..." He explained, ducking his head a little.

"And you think that Im going to just to forgive you? Because Im not. Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? Of course I respected that you werent ready but..." I trailed off, glancing back up at Blaine.

"I dont expect that, I really dont. Ive been stupid and selfish and Im sorry. Ill wait as long as it takes for you to forgive me." He said and let out a small sigh, his eyes immediately trailing back to the baby. "Do you... Do you mind if I hold him?"

I looked down at Elijah before nodding my head. "Be careful," I said as Blaine stood up and scooped the bundle into his arms, sitting back down in his chair.

It was weird to see him again after almost seven months that I didnt hear from him. But seeing him with Elijah in his arms, cooing softly and booping his tiny nose - I smiled. I couldnt help it. He looked like he was born to be a father and I was sure he could be a good one... if he wanted to. 

"Hes beautiful," Blaine whispered as he teared his gaze away from our son. "Hes got your eyes." 

"And nose." I added quickly. "But its definitely your hair." I chuckled softly.

"Im sorry about that, young man. Youll have to deal with that hair from now on." Blaine said, lightly patting his head. "Does he have a name?"

I nodded. "Elijah," I said. "Finn wanted him to be a Scott, but that just didnt sound right."

"Ugh, I always hated the name Scott. But Elijah sounds amazing." He smiled, taking Elijahs hand into his, grinning at how tiny it was compared to his own.

Silence. I snuggled back into my pillows, afraid to move too much since my body still felt a little sore. I watched Blaine talking to Elijah, wondering why he never considered having children - he seemed to be perfect with them. After a few more minutes of wondering my eyes dropped, and sleep took over my body. 

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PoV Blaine:

I noticed Kurt slowly falling asleep. Carefully to not let Elijah drop, I reached over to brush a stray of hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked so peaceful. I leaned back in my seat. I had been so stupid. Why hadnt I realized it sooner?

"Youre not gay! This is just some phase youre going through. Youre sixteen, for gods sake. You dont know anything about love just yet. Youre confused!" Dad yelled, my mother standing by his side, her eyes not meeting mine.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes; but I wasnt going to cry in front of them.

"Im not confused, dad. And this is not a phase!" I protested, shaking my head. "Mom, say something... please!"

Dad stepped closer to me, raising his hand. I heard a loud slap echoing in the room, my hand immediately flying to my cheek. I gasped, it burned so bad.

"As long as you keep saying youre gay, you are no longer my son!" And with that he walked off into the kitchen, Mom looking up at me with tear-filled eyes before she followed him.

I sighed, trying to get the memory out of my head. It still hurt, just thinking about it. Failure. I still heard him saying it, over and over again until I believed it. He made me think that I didnt deserve any kind of love and that I wasnt worth anything.

"Excuse me?" I turned around in my seat, a nurse walking over to me, smiling down at the baby. "I just wanted to let you know that wed like Kurt to stay at least tonight and if he feels like it tomorrow, hes free to go if everythings alright." She explained.

"O-Oh, alright, yes. Ill tell him when he waked up," I whispered, watching her walk out of the room again.

I glanced back over at Kurt, smiling fondly. I knew Id hurt him badly and I felt so terrible for making him go through all this alone. I hadnt been there when hed needed me the most - not being there for him even proved my fathers point. I was a failure and couldnt even get this right. And now that I had to be a father myself...

Kurt could find someone better. Someone who could support him and someone to give him the love he deserves and needs. I couldnt be that someone for him. He deserved much better than a thirty-one-year-old workaholic. The only think I could do for him would be paying for child support. I had enough money and I didnt even need it. Hed need it more.

"Youre still here..." I snapped back to reality and looked up at Kurt, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine. He was truly beautiful.

"Do you not want me here?" I asked, hoping hed be okay with me still sitting here and watching him sleep like some old creep.

"No, I mean..Im happy that youre here." He said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"The nurse came in earlier and said you needed to stay the night. She also said that when youre okay by tomorrow then youre free to go," I said, standing up and walking over to Elijahs crib. Gently I put him down.

"Okay," came Kurts reply a few seconds later. I turned back around to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, smiling softly. I wanted to reach out for his hand and hold it, but I wasnt sure if I could just do that.

About a minute later I saw Kurts eyes dropping again. I frowned as I looked down to where his hand was taking a hold of mine, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you for being here..." He mumbled before he fell asleep again.

"Its the least I can do." I mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.