"Okay, it took all night and most of the morning, but this apartment is finally clean as a whistle!"
I looked up at my husband. "Kurt, sweetie, this place doesn't look any different than yesterday..."
"Incorrect! I finally got everything organized, dusted, and shiny!"
I laughed a little at his antics. "Honey, your parents are coming for a visit, not the Queen of France."
Kurt scowled at me. "Blaine, France doesn't have a queen. And I know, but is it so wrong for me to want to impress him?"
"No. But your dad works as a mechanic. I don't think he cares for looks much. Besides, he already knows you're great."
He sighed. "Yeah, but I just want everything to be perfect when he meets his-"
Suddenly, my husband stood straight up, as if an electrical current had just went through him.
"Something wrong?"
"Where's the baby?"
"Huh?"
Kurt started to freak out. "OH MY GOD WE LOST ELISE! QUICK, CALL THE POLICE! NO WAIT, CALL FINN! WAIT, DON'T CALL FINN HE'S AN IDIOT! OH MY-"
"KURT!"
He stopped yelling and looked at me. I pointed to the TV.
Sure enough, our three-month-old daughter was sitting on her butt, watching some popular show for babies and babbling along.
"She's fine."
"O-Oh." Kurt said sheepishly.
Right then, the doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Kurt clapped and started towards the door. "Get Elise!"
I smiled. Time for the show.
I made my way over to the couch, picked up the remote, and clicked the TV off.
Elise couldn't do much more than babble and make gurgling sounds, but the look she gave me said, Why TV go bye-bye?
"Hey, pumpkin. Time to meet Grandpa and Grandma."
She cocked her head to left in a quizzical manner. If it wasn't for the dark curls on her head, I'd swear Kurt was her dad.
"Hi Dad! Hi Mom!"
"Hey, kiddo." Burt pulled his son in for a hug, as did Carol.
Still smiling, I picked Elise up and walked over to the front door.
"Hi Burt, hey Carol!"
"There you are, Blaine!" Both of the older couple's eyes widened when they saw the little girl in my arms. "And there she is."
Burt took a step forward. "May I?"
"Sure." I handed Elise off to him.
Blue eyes met green as Burt made eye contact with his granddaughter for the first time. After a couple of seconds, Elise smiled and giggled.
I could tell Burt was almost in tears. And I knew why.
He was holding a grandchild he once thought would never exist.
Said grandchild, in the meantime, had become fascinated with Burt's hat. With a lot of effort, Elise pulled off his baseball cap and put it on herself.
She then looked around, confused as to why the world had suddenly disappeared.
Everyone burst out laughing. At three-months-old, we could already tell that Miss Elise was going to be quite a character.
A few hours later, the doorbell rang again.
"I'll get it!" I called. I opened the door, and was immediately squeezed to death by a certain tiny Broadway star.
"Hi, Blaine!" Rachel squealed.
"H-Hello... Rachel..." Rachel may not have been very tall or big, but her hugs usually were like wrestling with Fezzik the Giant: smothering and painful.
"Rachel, stop trying to crush my husband!" Kurt called.
She immediately let go, and I sucked in a breath.
"Sorry." She said sheepishly. She then ran over to the couch to give Carol a hug.
Next came my giant of a stepbrother-in-law.
"Uh... hi." I don't think Finn was ever truly going to be used to me. Hell, I'm not even sure if he's used to Kurt.
"Hey, pal. How's things been at the Police Station?"
"Um, great. How's the book coming?"
"Good, good. Hey, where's-"
Just then, a two-year-old boy came out of nowhere.
"Hi Uncle Blaine!" Alex said cheerfully.
I smiled. "Hey there, kiddo. What's up?"
"Um... da sky, da ceilin', an' da clouds!" Alex said. Being two, he had a very limited perception of the meaning of "what's up".
"There's my favorite Grandson!"
"Grammpa!" Alex squealed, running over to him. Elise, in the meantime, had been shifted over to her Aunt Rachel. Upon meeting her, Rachel decided she had the making of a singer and had unofficially made Elise her protege.
So far, she was trying to get Elise to say "Ba ba bab ba" in time with the first few lines of Part of Your World.
"Okay, Elise, try again. Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"
"Babby ba fa fum!"
Rachel groaned. "Ughh..."
"Rachel, she's three-months-old. Try again when she can make words."
Rachel glared at Kurt, annoyed. "If my dads hadn't drilled me in the arts when I was her age, I wouldn't be where I am today!"
Kurt snorted and took our daughter back. "Finn, I'm asking you as a brother: please get your own daughter!"
Finn laughed. "Uh, no. I think we have our hands full with Alex."
At the sound of his name, Alex sat up. "Daaaaaaadddy, can we eat yet?"
Finn looked at Kurt.
"Ugh. Fine, Frankenstein and Son, I'll order a pizza."
"YAY!"