"There's a picture of you and a little girl in my wallet."

"I know."

"Blaine, would you come help me with her?" Kurt called across the room.

The curly haired man darted up from where he'd been speaking with an enthusiastic Finn Hudson and swooped over, leaning into the little girl, tickling her stomach while making cooing noises.

"What's up, Madeline? Why so sad?" Blaine joked as he took their crying daughter out of his husband's hands.

Finn piped up from the other side of the room, "Do babies always cry so much? I mean… I wouldn't even call her a baby anymore, but she's been crying a lot."

"She's 7 months old, Finn. And she's in an unusual place. With you," Kurt snapped.

Blaine stood, shifting his weight to lightly bounce the baby on his hip, moving over to Kurt, kissing him on the top of his head, "Shh, calm down."

"Calm down?" Kurt huffed, "I can't get her to stop crying, and people are going to be here soon, and should we even be subjecting her to this kind of company?"

They were at Burt and Carole's back in Ohio. When Kurt and Blaine had tried to stay in New York for Christmas, Burt threw a small fit. Saying that there was no way he wasn't enjoying the company of his son, son-in-law, and his brand new granddaughter during the holidays.

And then Burt said that they should just make a reunion out of it and invite all their old friends for a party a couple days before Christmas, if that would influence them to come back.

So, now they were sitting in the living room with Finn, who never actually ended up leaving Ohio, and a crying baby.

"I'll get her to stop crying even if it takes me all night. And she should be fine with our friends for a little bit before we put her to sleep for the night," Blaine promised.

"No, really. Does she always cry so much?" Finn interrupted, "You guys usually just talk and talk about how perfect she is."

Kurt glared at him, "She is perfect. Look at her."

Blaine laughed lightly and cooed, "She's our beautiful little girl." Madeline's crying had softened now and she started tucking herself into his shoulder as Blaine danced her gently around the room, "She's just a little fussy after the plane, and she's never been outside of New York, so it's strange to her. Plus, I believe she's teething."

Kurt stood up when Finn shrugged and left the room. He came over to rest his hand on Blaine's lower back, "You're really great with her."

"I think she just ran out of steam," the shorter man replied, turning to kiss Kurt.

"Oh, well look at this pretty picture," came a voice in the doorway. Kurt looked over to see a lovely Latina peering in.

"Hey, Santana," Blaine smiled in greeting, and then turned back to Kurt, "I'm just going to go put her down for a bit."

Santana momentarily looked like someone had kicked her puppy, "But, I totally wanted to see her."

"You'll see her later," Kurt reassured as Blaine carried their little girl up the stairs to his old room. "She had a hectic morning."

"Still, I haven't met her yet," Santana grumbled.

Kurt laughed, "Don't go all soft on me here. Or have you got baby on the brain?"

Her dark eyes widened at that, "What? No."

"You're allowed to think about it, you know. You are getting married soon," he pointed at the ring on her finger. "Where is she, by the way?"

Santana flashed him a smile and turned quickly as someone new giggled as they entered the room, the sound belonging to the fiancée in question.

"Hey, Kurt," Brittany squealed, trotting over and throwing her arms around his neck, "How are you?"

He squeezed her back, "I never had bags so big under my eyes, but I've never been better."

Brittany suddenly pulled back and looked seriously towards the shorter woman, "Did you get to see her yet?"

The Latina frowned, "No. Mister White Knight whisked her away at the first sign of my presence."

The blonde's eyebrows scrunched slightly as she looked back at Kurt, who replied with a "she was falling asleep."

"Oh," Brittany nodded, "Well, babies need their sleep, you know that San, we've talked about–"

Santana slipped her hand over Brittany's mouth, "Let's not talk about this now," she said, causing the blonde to lift her shoulders in question.

Kurt muttered, "I'll leave you two to that," and went to walk away, only to have a small girl come barrelling in and start tugging on his hand.

"Uncle Kurt! Can I see her? Can I see her?" Eloise Puckerman pleaded, her dark red hair bouncing with her body, her father attached to her other hand.

Kurt put on a displeased face, "What, no actual greeting? No 'how are you'? The baby's more important now?"

Puck laughed, "She's just a little excited for another kid in this… family of sorts."

Kurt crouched down so he was level with her face, "You can't see her right now, she's going to sleep for a little bit. But you can see her later."

"Just like I said," Puck said as he hoisted the girl into his arms, "Come on, we left mom with all the stuff."

He secured her in one arm, grabbed her hand in his, and waltzed out of the room singing, "Dear Eloise, I am writing to say a number of funny things I heard today…"

Kurt heard Santana grumble from behind him saying, "How old does she have to get before he'll stop singing that song?" as he made his way up the stairs to find Blaine.

He chuckled to himself and then stopped when he heard Blaine speaking to Madeline.

"You really are such a darling," Blaine charmed, "And because you're a lovely and beautiful little girl, you should be nice to your Papa and go to sleep."

Kurt peeked around the corner and, seeing Blaine facing the other way, leaned against the doorframe and listened.

"What if I sing?" Blaine asked, pulling back from the little girl and looking at her face, smiling as he did so, "Would you like it if Papa sang you to sleep? Let's see…"

The older man brought his fist to his mouth and tried to stuff down how smitten he was.

Blaine made an affirmation noise and started to rock his body as he pulled Madeline back in, "So, come on Madeline, show me a sign. Send up a signal and I'll throw you a line."

Kurt bit into his lip to stop the laughter that was threatening as Blaine sang.

"The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind never lets in the sun. Maddy, only the good die y–"

Blaine stopped short as spun around and saw Kurt leaning against the doorframe. He grinned and then tried to supress it as his cheeks flushed slightly.

The taller man tried to put on a serious face, but missed the mark by miles, as he walked over to the previously dancing pair, "Why were you singing Only the Good Die Young to our daughter?"

Blaine pursed his smiling lips and shook his head, "No reason."

"How was that even supposed to help her fall asleep?" Kurt asked, trailing his hand down their daughter's back.

The curly haired man laughed lightly, "I'm not sure. She's too young to appreciate Billy Joel, or her Papa's singing, maybe it'll bore her."

Kurt smiled and moved over to the window, followed soon after by his husband, still rocking their daughter.

They peered out, watching as a dark blue car pulled up behind where Puck was helping his wife, Claire, unload a couple bags from their trunk. Eloise was playing in the small amount of snow they had.

A small Asian boy jumped out of the blue car first and ran full speed at Puck, leaping up onto his back when the older man crouched down in preparation. The laughter coming from the boy could be heard through the window.

Soon after, Mike stepped out of the driver's seat and made his way over to the passenger's side to assist a very pregnant Tina out of the car. She laughed and pointed at their son on Puck's back, calling, "Dylan, get down."

"You know," Blaine whispered, as Madeline started to doze, "They always said high school would be the best years of our lives. But I think that's right now."

Kurt watched as Dylan gracefully hopped off the man's back and immediately went over to tackle Eloise to the ground, who squealed with delight and laughed.

"I think you're right," Kurt smiled, looking back at his husband and sleeping daughter. "She's so precious."

Blaine looked down at Madeline and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then started walking back over the crib that Carole had set up for the week that they were staying. "Is Quinn coming today?" He asked.

Kurt followed Blaine over to the crib, "No, she was busy with some work thing. Said she'd go see Rachel before her show though, thought they could skype us, so it's like they're celebrating with us, too.

"Oh, that's nice," Blaine said as he lowered Madeline into the crib and began to simply watch her sleep.

Kurt leaned into Blaine, placing his head on his shoulder, and said, "'Cedes couldn't come either, but Sam'll be here. Said he's excited to meet our little girl."

"Are they thinking about…?"

"I don't think Mercedes is, but he is. He'd be good with kids."

Blaine smiled at Kurt when he lifted his head, and then looked back down at their daughter, enjoying the quiet around them.

"You called her Maddy," Kurt whispered as he looked at Blaine.

"Hmm?" Blaine looked over slowly before it dawned on him what they were talking about, "Oh, yeah, that. I know. She's going to need a nickname. Madeline is such a tongue twister sometimes."

Kurt looked back down at the little girl, "I guess."

Blaine's eyes searched his husband's face, "I call her Maddy sometimes when you're not looking."

Kurt smiled as if he knew a secret, "You think I'm not looking?" Looking back up at Blaine, he grinned.

Blaine pulled him in by the waist and kissed him, "You're the best, Kurt."