A/N: Yes, yes, I know, technically I missed the deadline for this one but I had family things to do. Since I'm posting this before going to bed I've decided to still count it as being posted on Wednesday.

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter! This one is considerably fluffier than the first one, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.

These Small Hours

Prompt: Accusation

Notes: Future fic, fluff, Klaine.

The sound of wailing coming from the small room across the hall is almost enough to bring Kurt to tears.

He's so goddamn exhausted. That's what none of the books tell you. He knew he would be tired; it takes months before babies can sleep through the night, and he had prepared himself for that. He and Blaine had talked extensively about nighttime routines, and taking turns, and the need for both of them to take paternity leave. They were ready.

They were so not ready.

It's not the feeding, and the changing, and the responsibility for another human life that's going to kill them, he's decided, it's the sleep-deprivation.

Rolling over to look at the clock he barely suppresses a groan. It's only 1am. He's barely been asleep two hours. God how he is supposed to get up and comfort his screaming daughter when he feels like screaming himself? What made him think he was fit to be a parent anyway? She's only been home with them for a few months and already he's sure he's messing everything up. His beautiful blue-eyed daughter seems to spend half the time she's awake in tears. And neither Kurt, nor Blaine, has any idea what to do about it.

And they've tried everything.

They've taken her to see the doctor, they've changed her baby formula, they've read her books, played her music, sang to her, rocked her, distracted her with toys, held her close, tried everything they can think of to just make it stop… Kurt is just about ready to give up. God, he's got to be the worst Dad in the history of Dads.

He's shaken from his thoughts by Blaine stirring next to him. He turns to look at Kurt, eyes still glazed with sleep and mutters, "Lizzie?"

Kurt doesn't bother to suppress the whimper in his voice as he answers, "Yeah."

Blaine grows and buries his head back in his pillow for a moment before dragging himself out of the bed.

"I'll get her," he mumbles as he pulls on Kurt's robe instead of his own in the dark, "Go back to sleep. 's alright, you put her down."

Kurt is so grateful for Blaine's offer that he can't even form words and merely nods as Blaine stumbles, half-awake into their daughter's room. He feels a few hot tears leak out of his eyes and furiously rubs at them with the heel of his hand. His face will be red and irritated in the morning, but he is past the point of caring.

They have no goddamn idea what they're doing.

It's over an hour later when Kurt feels the bed dip next to him and Blaine slips back under the covers, strong arms wrapping around Kurt as he burrows his face into the back of his neck.

"Got her to go down," He murmurs, running his nose along the top of Kurt's spine. "She'll be hungry in another few hours though."

Kurt nods and reaches his arms up to interlace his fingers with Blaine's, giving his husband's hands a firm squeeze. Blaine squeezes back, and Kurt finally lets himself fall into a fitful sleep.

To say they are a mess the next morning would be putting things mildly.

The living room is a mess and has been for weeks at this point. Neither of them have the energy to try and keep it tidy. The kitchen is in a similar state, and a distant part of Kurt's mind regrets not investing in an apartment with a dishwasher. But again, he really just can't be bothered. The two of them sit at their cluttered kitchen table clutching large cups of coffee and staring at each other, neither really seeing the other. Lizzie sits in her bassinette, cooing as some mindless Baby Einstein video plays on repeat on the TV.

Kurt knows with one hundred percent certainty that he has never been this tired before in his life.

Which is probably why the knock at the door makes him jump and spill his coffee all over their once pristine dining room table.

Kurt looks over towards their front door, staring at it as if it's only just poofed into existence. Are they expecting anyone…?

Judging by Blaine equally surprised face, he would say the answer is no. They both stare at each other for a moment before Kurt croaks, "You're closer," and returns his attention to his coffee. He can practically hear Blaine roll his eyes as he goes to answer the door.

Kurt's head immediately snaps up at the exuberant, "Anderson, buddy! How ya doin'?" that echoes from the front hall. Is it really..?

Yes. Yes it is. Oh thank god, or whomever. This is what he needs. He's not even embarrassed about it. He's twenty-four years old and still grateful every time his Dad and Carole swoop in to rescue him.

Because right now he could really use some rescuing.

Burt makes a beeline for Kurt as soon as he's passed Blaine over to Carole for a hug and envelopes his son in his arms.

"You look awful, bud."

Kurt wouldn't know. He hasn't actually looked in a mirror for days.

"Dad," he gasps, voice a bit wobbly as he clutches tight to his father. "Why are you… How did …?"

Burt just laughs, giving him a squeeze.

"Oh please," he quips, "Your phone call the other day was enough to let Carole and I know that you boys were reaching critical mass with the whole parenthood thing. We figured we might as well drop by for the weekend and give you all a break. We do remember what those first few months were like."

"Besides," Carole interjects, having released Blaine and wandered into the dining room with him, "We haven't seen our granddaughter since she was born, and that is just unacceptable. Now where is that precious little girl?"

As if sensing she was being talked about, Lizzie lets out a gurgle that immediately draws the attention of her doting grandparents to her. They both gather around her bassinette, cooing and speaking in silly voices to her. Kurt has trouble believing he's not hallucinating.

"They're really here right?" Blaine inquires, echoing Kurt's thoughts, "I'm not dreaming, right?"

Kurt reaches over to pinch him, causing Blaine to flinch and rub his now tender arm.

"Nope, not a dream," he says, watching as Burt and Carole pick up their bundle of joy, still fussing over her. Carole glances up and frowns upon seeing them still standing in the dining room.

"What are you two waiting for?" she asks, "We've got this, go get some sleep."

Kurt and Blaine both glance at each other, hardly daring to believe that this is all really happening before they bolt into their bedroom.

Dream or not, they are not about to pass up a few extra hours of much needed and desired sleep.

Having his parents with them for the weekend, albeit unplanned, does wonders for Kurt. Blaine, too, is clearly feeling the effects of a full night's sleep and an extra pair of hands to help put the apartment back into some semblance of order.

But by the end of the weekend Kurt is ready for his parents to leave.

He appreciates everything thing they've done. Really. There are no words to express just how deep his gratitude runs. But he's barely held his daughter at all in the last three days and it's starting to drive him mad.

The fact that she's barely cried all damn weekend is doing nothing to help his temperament.

He snaps just hours before his parents are set to leave, though he's proud to say that he remains relatively calm about it.

"She likes you better than me," he grouses as Carole feeds Lizzie her morning bottle and Burt looks on adoringly. They both glance up at him with matching grins.

"Well of course she does, bud," he dad shrugs, turning back to look at his granddaughter.

Kurt just blinks for a moment. Well that was… not the answer he was expecting.

"What?"

Carole continues to grin at him as Lizzie eats. "We're the grandparents, sweetheart," she says, "We get to be the white knights that come riding in and spoil the girl rotten before passing her back off to you two to deal with. She will always like us better than you. That's what makes being a grandparent so much fun."

Kurt's jaw drops in disbelief as Carole returns to feeding Lizzie.

The books definitely never mentioned having to deal with the grandparents.

A/N: Wow this came out longer than I thought it would. Hope everyone enjoyed it. Don't forget to drop me a review telling me what you think!

Also, I'll be spending tomorrow with the family as well so chapter three will probably be published late as well.

-Skylar