Completely un-betaed, unrealistic, and angst/fluff. Baby!Klaine with unnamed character death. Have a second one-shot in mind in a similar vein that I may or may not get written sometime soon. We shall see. Written for Klaine Week - Day 1, Baby!Klaine. Posted on Tumblr but forgot fanfiction. Sorry!

I don't own Glee. Sorry.

Nationwide Children's Hospital - Columbus, Ohio. 1994.

"Mrs. Anderson, how are you feeling?"

"Weak, tired, and more than ready for a nap. How is my beautiful baby boy?" the brand new mother asked.

"He's physically fine, as far as I can see, but we do have a little problem with baby Blaine," the doctor said, offering a reassuring smile. "He won't stop crying. He's too premature to be out of the incubator, but the only way to keep him from crying is to hold him."

"Oh no," Maria Anderson sighed. "His brother, Cooper, had the same problem."

"Do you know what the doctors did?" her doctor asked, interested.

Maria smiled. "He was a home birth," she said. "So his older cousin slept with him when he wasn't sleeping with me. He just had to have someone near him at all times. Are you sure we can't just have him with me? I'll keep him warm."

"Blaine is far too small," the doctor said. "We need him in an incubator at least for the next day or so. But I may have another solution. Give me a moment." She walked to the room next door. "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel?" she asked the couple in the next room, the man with his arms wrapped protectively around his wife. Both sets of eyes were rimmed red.

"Please don't tell me we lost our other child," Elizabeth Hummel whispered. "Please…"

"No no," the doctor said. "Kurt is okay. But as we discussed, he's not happy being by himself in the incubator after seven and a half months wrapped up with an identical twin. So I have a completely unorthodox, and probably crazy idea that may soothe him. All I need is your consent."

"Anything to help our baby," Burt said immediately. "Anything. What did you have in mind? I'll sit in that room and hold him all night long if you need me to."

"That won't do you any good, Mr. Hummel. There is another baby, born just half an hour ago, who will not stop screaming unless he's held. He, too, needs to be in an incubator. So the thought is to put both boys into a twin incubator until one of them is ready to go home. I know it sounds crazy, they're strangers to you, but it may end up helping your son immensely in the long run."

Elizabeth nodded. "If you're sure he's not going to catch anything from the other baby, and you think it'll help, then please, do it."

"Both boys are healthy enough," the doctor said. "Let me talk to the Andersons, and I'll let you know what we decide."

An hour later, the two diaper-clothed newborns were side-by-side in an incubator built for twins. They were only separated to go visit their respective parents, but were happiest, calmest, when they were together. Four days later, premature singleton Blaine Nicholas Anderson went home with his parents to Westerville, Ohio. A month after that, Kurt Edward Hummel went home with his parents, to Lima.

Sixteen years later, two boys met on a staircase at Dalton Academy. When their hands touched, they both felt like they'd known each other forever.

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