“Shh, shh.” Kurt cooed in the backseat. “He’s still crying Blaine.”

Blaine’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, “I can hear him Kurt. It’s probably his ear…”

“Shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Kurt danced a toy in front of his son. The baby continued to cry.

Blaine glanced up in the rearview mirror at his boyfriend and son, at his family. He looked back at the road, his heart melting into his stomach. He glanced once more at his boyfriend, frustration and defeat on his face. Blaine knew that feeling; they had both felt it ever since they had brought Aiden home. He was older now, just going on sixteen months, but still loved to fuss. If anything he had Kurt’s stubborn genes.

They had done a surrogate procedure, taking sperm from both of them. Once it had taken, nine months later they became proud fathers. They both agreed they didn’t want to know the biological dad, which sperm had taken. Although looks would serve as proof once Aiden got older. For now it was too early to tell, but both Kurt and Blaine swore they saw each other’s traits in their son.

“I just…he hasn’t slept in 3 hours…” Kurt said clearly near tears. “Maybe you should have sat back here, you’re so good with him…”

“Hey, hey.” Blaine said. “You’re good with him too. He’s probably just tired of being cooped up in the car for so long. But we’re almost to grandpa’s, hear that Aiden?” Blaine called toward the backseat.

His son cried louder. Kurt couldn’t help but slip a small laugh. Blaine smiled and laughed too. Soon both of them were cracking up.

“We’re losing it!” Kurt said gasping for air. “Oh god! We need sleep, as SOON as we get settled at my dad’s…”

“They’re going to want to eat and talk.”

“Ughhh. Well at least Finn and Rachel aren’t coming until tomorrow, so it won’t be THAT much talking.”

Blaine smiled, “I give him his bottle tonight.”

“Thank you.” Kurt smiled at him, he looked back at Aiden. “It looks like his parents excessive craziness put him to sleep.”

The car was quiet for a moment, both of them enjoying the silence they had so less of for the past three hours. After a few minutes Blaine spoke.

“We’re almost there, and  it’s about his naptime anyway. Did you tell your Dad we were driving from New York instead of flying?” Blaine heard silence from the backseat.  “Kurt?”

He glanced in the rear mirror to see Kurt’s head against the window, his eyes closed and snoring softly. Blaine smiled and continued down the road to Burt and Carole’s house.

About an hour later Blaine pulled into the driveway of the Hummel residence. He smiled to himself, thinking back to the many nights in high school that he spent kissing Kurt in this driveway. They would steal kisses praying that Burt wouldn’t come out and catch them. He turned to the backseat,

“Guys? We’re here. Kurt?” He shook Kurt to wake him, but it must have been a little too hard because Kurt sat up immediately. “

What’s wrong?! I’m not asleep! Where’s…?”

Blaine placed his hand on Kurt’s knee, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you like that. “We’re here and Aiden’s sleeping still. He’s here.”

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry, after those dreams I’ve been having…”

Kurt had confessed to Blaine one morning at breakfast that he had been having dreams of waking up and Aiden being gone. He would toss and turn at night and more than once Blaine had woken up to see Kurt get up to see if Aiden was still there.

“There just dreams Kurt.”

“I know. I know.”

He leaned forward and Blaine kissed his forehead.

Kurt pulled away after a moment, “Let’s go in. I know Carole is dying to see him.”