I'm so glad you all seem excited about this story! Here's chapter two... Ava's first day home alone with Blaine. :)

Sadly, I do not own Glee.

"I seriously do not want to go to work." Kurt groaned as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the black vest he had layered over his white button-up. After a moment he seemed satisfied and he glanced at his husband, who was perched on the edge of the tub, watching him get ready. "I'm going to miss you and Ava so much."

"And we'll miss you." Blaine responded immediately, standing up to envelop Kurt in a hug. "But it'll be fine. You love your job... not to mention, you have to make some money, especially since I'm not working right now."

They had made the decision for Blaine to stay home with Ava for a while, until she was at least a few months old, before he went back to his classes and found a new job. That meant they definitely needed Kurt to work because the cost of living in New York while raising a baby wasn't cheap.

Sighing softly, Kurt leaned into Blaine's embrace for just a moment. But all too soon he was reluctantly pulling away, glancing at his watch with a mumbled, "I gotta go." This was accompanied by another sigh as he headed out of the bathroom and down the hall, but not before he paused outside the nursery. He had to say goodbye to his little girl, after all. "Good morning, princess." He said softly when he entered the room to see that Ava was awake and lying in her crib, blinking up at the mobile hanging above her. "Papa has to leave for work, so you be a good girl for Daddy. I love you." Gently, he leaned down to press a kiss to her little cheek.

Blaine leaned in the doorway a few feet away, smiling happily as he watched his husband and his daughter. "Kurt, honey," He said after a moment when the man was still standing at the crib, cooing at the baby, "you'll be late if you don't go now."

"Oh, I know." Kurt sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to Ava's cheek before turning to face his husband. The two then headed out to the living room together, with Kurt still whining about work. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you more." Blaine said simply, smiling as he grabbed his husband's jacket from the coat hook it was hanging on. He watched him put it on before he leaned in for a kiss. "Text me when you can?"

Kurt nodded before he grabbed his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder. "I will. Have fun with Ava today. Love you."

"Love you too."

With one more kiss, then men parted and headed towards the door, and with a little more coaxing from Blaine, Kurt finally left for work.

"Well." Blaine whispered as he closed the door after his husband and leaned against it for a moment, merely thinking. He then realized that Ava probably needed a diaper change since had just woken up and was most likely wet.

"Okay, baby girl," He murmured while making his way into the nursery. He headed to where Ava lay in the crib, still staring up at her mobile and sucking on a pink pacifier. "You need a diaper? Hmm?" He reached down and scooped the baby into his arms, smiling as she cooed with delight. "You're in a good mood this morning. Is is because you're spending the day with Daddy while Papa's at work? Is that it? I bet so." Still babbling and cooing to the baby, Blaine swiftly changed her into a dry diaper and dressed her in a cute footed outfit adorned with the words, "Daddy's Angel" across the chest before heading to the living room. Considering that Ava was in such a good mood, he figured he might put her in her baby swing while he cleaned a few things up. It was high time that the shelves got dusted and the floors vacuumed...
But he was also so tired. Having to get up multiple times a night to check on Ava was wearing him out, and a nap sounded really, really lovely right then. Sighing slightly, he but his lip and thought for a moment, figuring he might as well get some things done while he was already up and at em. There was a chance that he wouldn't want to get up again if he took a short nap right then.

"Okay. All settled." He mumbled while buckling Ava into her baby swing. She squirmed slightly and let out a whimper, but Blaine gently shushed her and turned on the swing so it would rock. The movement apparently soothed the little girl, and with a smile Blaine went to go find the feather duster. He was going to be productive today while Kurt was gone. Twenty minutes later, however, he had to stop what he was doing when the baby began to wail.

"Oh, no, don't cry," Blaine whispered as he scooped her up out of the swing. "It's okay, Daddy's got you now." Still whispering in a hushed tone, he swayed slightly to calm the baby, and he realized that she was tired when she let out a yawn. "So you're a sleepy girl, huh? How about we rock and get that taken care of." He headed into the nursery then and to the rocking chair, where he sat down and cradled Ava close to put her to sleep. She absolutely loved to be rocked and it almost always had her out in just five minutes.

Today, though, that was not the case. Instead of snuggling into Blaine's arms and going to sleep like she always did, Ava wriggled and fussed for several minutes. Blaine tried everything he could think of to calm her, until he figured that she must be hungry. After all, it had been a few hours since her last bottle, and the little girl definitely liked to eat.

Humming in attempt to keep the baby calm, Blaine headed into the kitchen, where, with one hand, he quickly filled a plastic bottle with water. He then warmed the water in the microwave before pulling it out and adding the formula powder, which he shook up until it was dissolved. "Okay. Your bottle is all ready now, Miss Impatient." He said to the crying girl in his arms as he headed to the living room to feed her.
He settled on the couch with a sigh and then placed the bottle in Ava's mouth, something that she was clearly happy about. Her cries immediately subsided and she happily drank the milk she was offered. Soon enough she was finished and he placed her up on his shoulder to gently burp her; however, the little girl seemed insistent that she didn't want to burp. She stubbornly rested against her father and closed her eyes, apparently now tired after drinking her bottle. "I guess it's nap time again." Blaine murmured and slowly stood up so he could go put Ava in her crib. Thankfully, she didn't fuss and simply closed her eyes, obviously ready for some sleep.

Blaine quietly backed out of the nursery and then headed to the kitchen, realizing that he was now quite hungry himself. 'Ooh, one of these frozen lasagna things sounds good.' He thought as he pulled one from the freezer. He quickly checked the instructions before putting it in the oven as directed, figuring that he might as well go wait in the living room while the lasagna cooked. It was supposed to take about twenty minutes to bake and he saw no reason to wait around in the kitchen for it to finish cooking.
Sighing softly, Blaine flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes, simply enjoying this quiet time while Ava was still napping. He seemed to enjoy it a little too much, however, because he quickly dozed off and didn't wake up for about an hour- at which time the lasagna was severely burned and Ava was in her nursery, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What the?" He was blinking as he glanced around, sleepily trying to figure out what was going on when he suddenly smelled something burning. "Shit!" Quickly, he moved off of the couch and hurried into the living room, knowing that the lasagna was probably burned to a crisp by now.

It definitely was.

When Blaine opened the oven, smoke poured out, and he coughed as he jerked the burning food out of the oven. He then slammed the door shut to prevent any more of the smoke from escaping before he hurried to the smoke detector on the wall, knowing that may go off considering the kitchen was now pretty smokey. He pulled the batteries out to prevent it from beeping and let out a breath, thankful that it hadn't yet began to sound it's alarm. That would not have been good.

"Jesus." He let out a breath and simply leaned against the counter for a moment to calm down after that mini-panic he'd just had when he suddenly realized that Ava was still screaming.
"Crap!" Blaine pushed himself off the counter and hurried to her room, hating that he had to deal with the food instead of tending to her; but then again, a fire because of his mistake would not have been good, so maybe it was okay that he got the lasagna first...

Ava's cries made Blaine frown and his heart broke when he scooped her up from the crib and she continued to wail. "Shh, sweet girl. It's okay. It's okay." He whispered as he gently bounced, trying to soothe her by resting her on his shoulder. "Daddy's got you now- Oh my god." He froze when he suddenly felt a warm, wet feeling down his back. He quickly changed positions and cradled Ava in his arms, realizing that she must have just spit up. A lot. Right down his back. Totally grossed out by the feeling, he hurried across the hallway to the bedroom so he could attempt to change clothes.

Ava, however, was not a fan of that. The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs the instant Blaine put her down and she didn't stop until he picked her up again after he hurried put on clothes (that he wasn't even sure matched).

"Shhh, it's okay." Blaine scooped her up as soon as he could and gently rocked her. He then gently rubbed her stomach, smiling when she blinked up at him. "See, no reason to cry. Daddy's got you now and it's allll okay." He continued to rub her stomach to keep her calm and he headed out towards the living room, wondering if she would sit in her swing while he attempted to get himself some lunch again, considering he had burnt what he'd planned on eating.
He quickly discovered that, no, she definitely did not want to sit in her swing, so he simply carried her into the kitchen to see what he could make while holding the baby. Hmm, maybe leftovers? Carefully, he grabbed some Chinese from the fridge, thinking that would be fairly easy to heat up and eat while holding Ava. It turned out that it was, so he gladly sat down at the table a few minutes later and began to eat.

However, Blaine had only taken a few bites of food when the baby began to wail rather loudly, apparently not happy about something- whatever it was, Blaine wasn't totally sure.
"Well your diaper is dry..." He mumbled after checking. "And you shouldn't be hungry; it's not time for another bottle..." Frowning, he stood up and gently rocked her, wondering if she was tired. But then again, she had just woke up from a nap, so... maybe not? "What is it, baby? What's wrong?" He whispered as he gently bounced her, frowning when that only seemed to make her cry even more.

Thinking that maybe she was ready for another bottle, Blaine hurriedly began to make one, hating that Ava was crying so loudly and he couldn't get her to stop. He absolutely hated to hear her cry.
"Look, look, I have your bottle!" He exclaimed when he was finished preparing it. He cradled her in his arms and held the bottle to her mouth, waiting for her to start sucking on it; however, she didn't. She turned her head away and continued to wail, apparently having no interest in the milk. "Ava." Blaine sighed and tried again, only to watch his little girl do the same thing again. Apparently she wasn't hungry. Urgh.

Confused and wondering how to stop the crying, Blaine moved towards the nursery, thinking he could try rocking her.

That didn't help.

Neither did singing, bouncing, swaying, swinging, trying to feed her again, or giving her gas drops to see if it would settle an upset stomach (if that was what was causing her cries). He simply did not know what was wrong, which meant that he he did not know how to help.

It wasn't a good feeling, and hours later when she was still crying, Blaine was nearly in tears himself. He was hungry, tired, needed to pee, and didn't know how the hell to help his very upset little girl. Nothing he did was working and he was just so, so stressed out. If only Kurt would come home and-

"Finally, I'm home from work!"

The sound of Kurt's melodic voice rung out through the apartment and Blaine practically sobbed in relief. Thank god. Maybe Kurt could figure out what was wrong with Ava, and if not, he could at least hold her for a little bit and give Blaine a break...

"Blaine?" Kurt called as he headed towards the nursery, hearing the cries coming from the room. "Is Ava being fussy or- Oh." He stopped in the doorway, quite surprised to find an upset Blaine pacing in the room, gently rubbing Ava's back in attempt to soothe her.

"Kurt." He whispered when he saw his husband. He immediately walked over and placed the baby in his arms, trembling slightly when he pulled away. "I need... I just need a break."

Alarmed, Kurt nodded quickly and gently rocked Ava. "Of course, honey. Go... go have a break." He definitely looked like he needed one.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice and in a flash he was out of the nursery. He took a few deep breaths as he headed to the bathroom, feeling so incredibly thankful that Kurt was home. He just... he didn't know what to do anymore! He'd tried everything he knew and nothing would quiet Ava's cries, and he just hated it.
Sighing, he quickly relieved himself before going to the bedroom to take some aspirin. His head as absolutely pounding and he just needed a moment without the crying...

Wait a second.

The crying.

He couldn't hear it anymore.

Blinking in surprise, Blaine poked his head out into the hallway, totally shocked to hear... nothing. Not a single shriek, cry, or whimper was coming from the nursery. Instead there was just silence, with an occasional little 'shhh' from Kurt.

After a moment the man headed to the bedroom to join his husband, who was still looking rather shocked. "Honey?"

Blaine stared at Kurt for a moment, shaking his head slightly. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That!"

"Um... what?"

"Ava!" Blaine exclaimed. "How did you get her to stop? She'd been crying for hours and nothing I did would settle her..."

"Um..." Kurt shrugged as he kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his vest. "I just rocked her and she went right to sleep. She seemed exhausted."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Well she wouldn't sleep for me!"

"Well." Kurt shrugged again before he walked over to Blaine to wrap his arms around him. "Apparently she just missed her Papa. Not that I blame her... I missed her so much."

Blaine shook his head slightly and frowned. Of course. Of course Ava just wanted her Papa. She was used to having both of her fathers around so maybe that really was it...
The thought just made him frown even more because, well, how the heck was he supposed to do this every day? The crying was just so much and he didn't know if he could handle hours of wailing every day just because Kurt had to work...

"Hey."

Blaine blinked and looked up at Kurt, though he was still frowning slightly. "Hm?"

"You did great with her. It was your first day with Ava by yourself, and you did everything you could. You can't help that she was cranky and just wanted me." Kurt said softly, leaning in to peck his husband's cheek. "And I'm sure she'll get used to this. It was just the first day... who knows, maybe tomorrow she'll be good as gold and not cry at all."

"I hope so." Blaine mumbled, shaking his head slightly.

Kurt just smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "Trust me. You're an amazing father." He murmured after a moment. "It'll be fine... now, how about we just enjoy this silence and take a nap, huh? Work wore me out today and I can tell by looking at you that you're tired."

Nodding eagerly, Blaine just fell back on the bed without a word. A nap sounded heavenly and there was no way he was going to pass this up. Nope. Not after today.

Aww, Blaine had a rough day with Ava... but it's all better now. Yay! :)