AN: The first of many. I hope you enjoy Lullaby ^^


Blaine and Kurt slept soundlessly in bed, cuddled and fit together tightly, their in-simultaneous sighs of breath kept each other lulled in a deep sleep.

A few doors down, a small boy tossed and turned in his own bed, visions of nightmares obvious by the furrowing of his little eyebrows. The small wrinkles on his forehead made his soft face more adorable than it should have, he rolled over and the flailing ceased, at least for a few moments.

Suddenly from the next room, coughing. Blaine sat up suddenly, a hand on his stomach and one near his throat. The cough was wet and deep, almost as if he was getting a cold. Almost as fast, Kurt sat up and evaluated Blaine looking him over rubbing his hands across his back and then resting one hand on his womb to make sure that the baby was alright still. Feeling a small kick, he relaxed a little bit.

"Are you getting sick? Do you need me to call a doctor," Kurt started to barrage Blaine with concerning questions. Blaine cleared his throat and it took a few seconds to speak. "I'm fine, love." he replied with a small smile.

Kurt looked at him with worry glistening in his eyes. The soft light that seeped through the curtains from the street lights shone bright enough for Kurt to see the outline of Blaine's smile. Blaine then cleared his throat again and rested the hand that was on his chest, on Kurt's shoulder. "I just choked on my own saliva, thats all,"

Kurt stood then and kissed Blaine gently on his cheek. "I'll go get you a glass of water." Blaine hesitated and Kurt saw the contemplation on Blaine's face. "D-did you need something else?"

Blaine rubbed his swollen stomach and gave Kurt a sheepish smile. "We're out of ice cream sandwiches...I don't want to bother you with-,"

Kurt raised his finger and winked at Blaine. "Don't say another word. A bottle of water and a box of ice cream sandwiches, coming your way. I'll be back in a bit."

Blaine smiled as they said their 'I love you"s as Kurt shut the door gently behind him. Kurt was good to him, and their children, Blaine thought as he rubbed his stomach. Then he noticed as the once closed door opened a little, a child's face peeked in the room, and mumbled. "Papa," Blaine saw his son in the door and motioned him to come in the room. "What's wrong, Austin?"

The child looked at his bare feet and frowned, sniffling slightly. "I had a bad dream." The corners of Blaine's mouth twitched in a frown, concerned for him, Blaine patted the bed next to him. "Come lay with me until your daddy gets home, okay?"

"Okay." The small boy scurried to his papa and jumped in the covers with him.

"Do you wanna talk about the dream?" Blaine asked as he put his arm around his son.

"I don't remember. It was just scary," he furrowed his small eyebrows again and pouted. "Where did daddy go?"

"Out to get me and the baby something to eat because we're both hungry." Blaine motioned to his belly. His son looked at his belly and poked at it, waiting for the baby to respond, and with luck the baby responded with a nudge under Austin's hand.

Austin looked up at his father with serious blue eyes. "It's gonna be a girl."

Blaine burst out in laughter. "Oh? And how do you know this?"

Austin crossed his arms and stuck his bottom lip out before responding, "'cause I want a baby sister." Blaine smiled at Austin and rubbed the dark locks on his head. "We won't know if it's a baby boy or girl for another week, sweetie."

"Well, I know it's gonna be a girl." Austin rubbed his papa's tummy once more and felt the nudge before he lifted his hand and moved his dads hand away from his hair. It annoyed him when his papa did that.

Blaine laughed and was rewarded by the baby kicking him in the ribs really hard. Blaine winced in pain and rubbed the spot where the baby kicked. Austin narrowed his eyes and frowned, clearly upset. "What's wrong, Little Texas?"

Austin looked at Blaine's tummy "Why is she hurting you?" Blaine smiled and pulled his son into an embrace. "The baby," He emphasized, trying to make sure Austin didn't get his hopes up about a baby sister, "is kicking because, well just like you had a bad dream, babies can have bad dreams too. The baby probably just woke up and is restless, just like you." Blaine poked Austin in the nose which in turn caused the little boy to giggle.

"Daddy told me that babies can hear inside tummies all the time, and explained to me the one time he was talking to her. He also told me they can hear songs. Can I sing her a song? Maybe then she'll not hurt you anymore." Blaine smiled, "That's a wonderful idea." He gave up on correcting Austin, if he thought it was going to be a baby girl, then he was allowed to think that, but Kurt and Blaine would have to have a talk with Austin later about being disappointed just in case the baby wasn't a girl.

Austin started to sing Brahm's lullaby. "Lullaby, and goodnight, you are daddy's delight..."

Blaine and Kurt would always sing this lullaby to Austin before putting him to bed, and before Austin could get to the second verse of the song, he yawned a big yawn and cuddled into Blaine's shoulder, one hand on his daddy's belly.

Blaine was moved to tears, and of course he blamed it on hormones as he cried silent tears of joy. This was a blessing, he hummed the second verse, and cradled Austin, mumbling, "Goodnight, Little Texas," before he too, fell asleep.

Kurt walked into the room, and inhaled deeply, ready to announce his return from the store with double chocolate fudge ice cream sandwiches, only to find his son and Blaine cuddled, a small hand and Blaine's own hand on his stomach. Kurt smiled, and left, putting the ice cream in the freezer for tomorrow, because Blaine will most definitely want that for breakfast in the morning. He returned with the bottle of water and placed it next to Blaine's stand before wiggling his way into bed and snuggling Blaine and Austin.