“Blaine, can you believe it? She’s ours. Finally ours” Kurt said, staring down at the baby in his arms. Her eyes were closed and she was dreaming peacefully. Blaine was driving and couldn’t do much else but smile over at his husband. “I know. I know” he replied with an ecstatic sigh.

They got the call yesterday; a woman had picked them to adopt her baby. She never met Kurt and Blaine but she still wanted them to raise her child. Kurt didn’t know much about the mother other than that the terms of adoption meant that if she ever wanted to meet or contact her daughter, she could but it would have to be after eight years. He also knew she was only 19 and the baby’s father had not stuck around.

They continued the drive home in comfortable silence as not to wake the baby.

They pulled up outside their small house on the outskirts of New York; Kurt clutched the baby to his chest and carried her inside, Blaine following closely behind.

Kurt placed the baby slowly in the crib they had set up in nursery, directly next to their bedroom. Blaine hugged Kurt gently from behind. “I don’t want to ever let her out of my sight” Kurt said softly.

“Me either.” Blaine sighed in reply.

They stared with adoring eyes at their baby for a few moments before Kurt whispered “Wait. We can’t keep calling her ‘her’. We need to give her a name and soon.”

“I thought her had a nice ring to it actually” Blaine replied.

Kurt hit his husband lightly on the forearm. “Seriously! What kind of name does she look like to you?”

Blaine looked at the sleeping baby. She was slightly smaller than the average baby; her little head was covered in fine brunette hairs and she slept like a rock. Huh, she must be my daughter, Blaine thought to himself.

“Eliza?” Kurt suggested, warily, thinking of My Fair Lady.

Blaine thought for a while before saying “No, we call her Elizabeth.”

“After my mom?”

“After your mom” Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the cheek.

Kurt turned in Blaine’s arms to face him. “You sure?”

“She looks like an Elizabeth to me” In answer to this, Elizabeth moved slightly in her sleep.

“See? She likes it” Blaine said laughing. Kurt took his husband’s face in his hands and kissed him quickly but firmly on the mouth. Blaine smiled into the kiss happily. “We better get to bed, it’s been a long day” Kurt said.

3am.

 “Waaaaaah” came the cry from the room across the hall. Blaine buried his head deeper into Kurt’s shoulder to attempt to block out the sound before realising what the noise was.

“Kurrrrrrt” Blaine moaned, sleepily. “She’s awake”

Kurt’s eyes remained shut and he buried his head further into the pillow. “She’s your daughter as well you know” he said. “I carried her here” Kurt said - in his head it sounded reasonable in his sleep-hazed mind. Blaine shook his head slightly but he stood up and dragged himself to the nursery.

“Hey honey” Blaine said, lifting Elizabeth out of her crib and settling her on his hip. “What’s up?” He rested her head on his shoulder and patted her back soothingly. Elizabeth continued to cry although they were subsiding slightly now. “Normally, I would attempt to sing you to sleep but Daddy is really tired” he said, yawning. Elizabeth’s cries began to build up again, almost as if she understood what Blaine said.

Blaine rolled his eyes slightly but he began to sing softly

“Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring”

Elizabeth’s wails drew into tiny quieter sobs.

“And if that diamond ring turns brass,  Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull, Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover
,And if that dog named Rover won't bark ,Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart
And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.”

Blaine looked back at his daughter, whose eyes had closed swiftly again. He laid her back carefully in the crib before turning to leave. He stopped at the doorway and turned again. He picked her back up and carried her back to their bed. He felt there was something not right about leaving your baby in room by herself.

He put the baby between him and Kurt and kept hold of her hand. Blaine smiled as he fell back to sleep when he felt his baby grip his finger tightly.