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PoV Kurt:

The week in hospital passed much quicker than I had expected. Blaine stayed almost every night with me - I didnt even need to ask him. I was glad to have him with me and seeing him with Elijah made me happier than I thought it was possible. He was so sweet to me the entire time and he actually tried to be a good dad. I still didnt figure out why he was coming back to me and the baby now of all times, but I was surely going to ask him about that when the time was right.

"Kurt?" I looked up at Blaine from where I was sitting on my bed, watching him packing up my things. Id told him I was capable to do it by myself, but he insisted to help me.

"Yeah?" I asked, picking Elijah up and holding him close to me.

"I was wondering..." he began, nervousness hinting in his voice. "Since you said Rachel was busy with Broadway and... you would be living by yourself.." he trailed off, biting his lip.

I frowned, raising my eyebrows. "Yes?"

"Would you like to come over to my place for now? I-I mean, Im just thinking of a way that you wouldnt have to be alone. With the baby." He said and shrugged lightly, zipping my bag shut.

"Blaine..." I sighed, "You really dont have to do this... I really appreciate it, but, I dont know..." I wasnt sure whether it was a good idea or not.

"Look, I really want to take care of both of you, and I cant do that when youre not around. You know that my place is big enough for the three of us. You two could have the guest room and Ill help you to make it baby-proof. I can take a few weeks off of work, I dont need to be at the agency that much anyway, theyre taking good care of everything their selves and Im really not needed, so if-"

"Blaine," I chuckled, shaking my head a little at how adorable it was when he rambled. "Yes... Were coming over. I think Im convinced enough." I smiled and grabbed my phone before I walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, very much as a thank you.

"Really? Great. Sorry, I tend to talk a little too much when Im excited or nervous..." He apologized and took my bag, leading us out of the room.

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He drove me home to get the things I needed to live with him, including the crib Id gotten with Finn weeks ago. He also said we could go back if Id forgotten something, so for now, we drove to his penthouse. Id been there twice before, the night we hooked up (but I was a little drunk to notice where we were) and the weeks after that when I told him about our baby.

Still, the moment I walked inside with Elijah still in my arms, I gasped - it was just really huge. I didnt understand why hed live here by himself without any company. I mean, he didnt even have a cat or a dog.

"Alright, let me show you the guest room." Blaine smiled and walked through the hallway and opened one of the wooden doors for me. I stepped inside, smiling as I looked around. I loved it. The walls colored in a light blue with a much too big bed, nightstands, a walk-in closet to my left and even a bathroom for myself.

"This is amazing," I whispered mostly to myself as I walked over to the bed, sitting down for a moment.

"I thought youd might like this one. Theres another one, but its smaller and this is much better, I think." He shrugged lightly, flicking the lights on and smiling down at me.

"I love it." I nodded, gesturing to come over and sit down next to me, which he did quickly. "Thank you." I whispered softly. "I mean, its not like you have to do this."

"I told you I wanted to take care of you, so.." He blushed lightly and I swore hed never looked cuter. "Well..I get your things and you just... relax a little, alright?"

And before I could reply he rushed out of the room, getting back down to the car. I stood up, carefully placing Elijah on the bed, tugging the covers over him as he closed his eyes again.

I walked around the room, stepping in front of the window, crossing my arms over my chest. Even from here I had the perfect view over the city. It was breathtaking, if not even more. As I turned back around and looked at my son, I felt my face lighting up with a smile. Now that I was at Blaines place with our baby, everything felt perfect, except for that it wasnt. Blaine and I still hadnt had the chance to talk properly about everything, but mostly about us. What were we now? Was there a chance that wed ever be getting together? Or would be end up like most of the families where the adults were either broken up or divorced, and the kids would be really mean to their parents and theyd turn out to be one of those bullies like Karofsky back in High School? But of course whatever happened - from now on was Elijah top priority. But I still wondered if we could work on becoming a proper family... and maybe not right now, but someday.

"Geez," Blaine huffed out a laugh as he walked back into the guest room with the crib and a bag on top of it. "Good that theres the lift. Id be lost without it." He chuckled softly and placed it next to my bed, raising his eyebrows at me. "Whats so funny?"

I hadnt realized that Id been laughing ever since he came back. "The wind totally ruined your hair," I grinned, reaching up in attempt to fix it, but failing miserably. "Now I get why you felt sorry for him that he got your hair."

"Damn it," Blaine sighed and touched his hair, our hands meeting for a split second. "I.. um, I better go fix that mess." There it was again, the blush.

"No," I found myself saying, reaching out for his wrist as he was about to leave. "I mean, I think it looks better with less gel. I love curly hair."

"Its not just curly. Its a curse. Itll look weird without any gel at all, believe me. I look weird." He explained, stopping in his tracks, though, as he looked at me. "Are you... are you seriously trying to pout?"

I sighed, "I was trying to, yeah."

"Im really sorry, but thats just not yours. Its totally my part, sweetheart." He grinned, and this time it was me blushing at the nickname.

"Worth a try though." I protested with a smile. Maybe living with him wouldnt be as bad as I thought it would at first?!

We spent most of the day unpacking my things and making the room baby-proof just like he promised. When we managed to put Elijah to sleep we decided to relax for the rest of the day and watch a movie.

"You seriously picked the cheesiest movie of all times, didnt you?" Blaine asked as he sat down next to me on the couch as The Notebook started playing.

"Its not just cheesy, its also sad. But I love it, still," I explained, smiling as he handed me a blanket. I pulled it over both of us and leaned back against the couch, letting out a content sigh. This day had really been exhausting, not just for me, but also for him. It was mostly me telling him where to put my things, because he didnt let me carry anything. But right now it just felt perfect.

I didnt really realize how I was snuggling closer to him until he wrapped his arm around me and practically forced me to rest my head on his shoulder. I couldnt care less, though, because my body was finally allowing me to relax and giving me a break.

"Hey Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly, looking down at me.

"Yeah?" I breathed out, lifting my head up a little to meet his gaze.

"Its nice to have you here." He said, cupping my cheek in his hand and stroking it gently with his thumb. I blushed. God, whats wrong with me today?

"Well thanks to you that you invited me to stay." I replied, kissing his cheek lovingly before I pulled away again and looked back at the TV. I resisted the urge to kiss him properly, knowing that for a kiss... it was a little too soon. Right?