Even if their mom – Ashley, or Amber or Amanda or something – was having some sort of parenting crisis when she showed up at Cooper's, Kurt couldn't imagine that she didn't want her kids back now and probably had no idea where they were.
Blaine texted him at half past eight. It took Kurt a second to remember Blaine had his phone when the message popped up "from Kurt."
From Kurt: How's it going?
From Blaine: Okay. No sign of Cooper. Do you have his manager's phone number or something? Do you think we should call your dad or Cooper's mom or something? They're both asleep. I put Roxanne down in our bed because I didn't know what else to do with her.
From Kurt: Fuck. No I don't have his manager's number. Can you text me my dad's cell number? I don't have it memorized. This is getting kind of crazy.
From Blaine: It's 555-852-1243.
From Kurt: Okay. Thank you. I'm gonna call him now while they're doing the female-only scenes. I'll let you know what I find out. Thank you for helping me with this. I love you.
From Blaine: Love you too.
Blaine dialed his father. It rang twice before going to voicemail.
"Dad, this is Blaine. I have Kurt's phone. Can you please call me back? It's about Cooper and it's important. "
From Kurt: My dad didn't answer. I'll try again when we get out of here. I should be home by like 10:30.
"Okay, men's chorus we're ready for you!" came a voice over the loud speaker. Blaine stared down at Kurt's phone and then stuffed it down in his pocket (a no-no at NYADA but this was important) and hustled over to join the other guys.
His dad called him back just as he was changing into his street clothes at the end of rehearsal.
"What's wrong with Cooper?" He demanded without greeting.
"Did you know Cooper has a child? Possibly two? Two children that are currently being watched by Kurt at our apartment?"
"What are you talking about? Cooper doesn't have children!"
"Actually, it appears your golden boy actually does. He showed up at my apartment at nine o'clock this morning and asked me to watch them for an hour and now….thirteen hours later he hasn't picked them up yet."
"Is this a prank?"
"No. Dad, Jesus. I've been trying to get a hold of Cooper all day but he won't answer his phone. He got to my apartment this morning and told me this crazy story about how his ex-girlfriend, Amber someone, showed up at his hotel room at the crack of dawn and told him that he had a kid and she didn't want to handle the responsibility anymore and she punted this like three month old little boy and three year old little girl into his arms and then took off. Then he went and did apparently a revival of that performance in my apartment. Except he said he'd come back. But he hasn't. I'm starting to wonder if we should call the cops."
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, which Blaine took as a good sign that maybe, just maybe, his father was taking him seriously.
"How, how did he seem? This morning, when he dropped them – the children – off?"
"Anxious, confused, in a hurry,"
"But…he didn't seem….?"
"High? God damn it I knew you knew about that but just pretended you didn't. No he didn't seem coked up or tweaked out or anything. This time." He paused. "Just freaked out but not….chemically altered." Mr. Anderson coughed – he'd always skirted around Coopers recreational drug use and had never been willing to speak about it before with Blaine.
"Good. I – I'll call him. Can you and Kurt just watch them for the night? I don't want to get the police involved unnecessarily."
"Fine. But if he's not at my door by nine am tomorrow with the hell of a good explanation and a guarantee that these kids are going to be well taken care of by their mother or him or I don't fucking know – Kurt and I will call the cops."
"Okay. Er, thank you for handling this situation son." Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Don't you even want to know their names, grandpa?"
"Oh! It sounds like they're probably not really Cooper's kids so…let's hold off on that."
"The littlest one is Coop's – I'm sure of it. Looks just like him."
"Call me in the morning."
"Okay." Blaine hung up the phone without further ado and stepped onto the platform of the subway, shooting Kurt a quick text just as he lost service.
From Kurt: OMW home. 15 minutes.
He jogged up the stairs to their apartment, opening the door to find Kurt asleep on the couch with Joey snuggled against his chest. It hit Blaine like a brick wall. Other than Beth, none of their friends had kids yet (and Puck and Quinn saw Beth only a few times a year so Blaine had only seen Beth like twice in the past five years) so it was strange seeing his boyfriend so comfortable and content with a child. He quietly crossed the room and glanced at his phone on the coffee table. No missed calls, new messages or texts. God damn it.
"Cooper you better be incapacitated or something because I am going to kill you," Blaine whispered. Kurt blinked his eyes open at the admission.
"I'll hold his arms while you strangle him," he added sleepily.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"As long as you don't wake this one or Roxanne I won't hold it against you."
"How was your night?" Blaine asked, sitting down in the arm chair next to their couch.
"Okay. After dinner and the movie was over Roxanne started asking when her mom was coming to pick her up and I had no idea what to tell her."
"I'm really surprised she lasted all day before she started asking," Blaine admitted.
"I was too but I…I kinda got the feeling this wasn't the first time her mom's been MIA for a whole day."
"What did you tell her?" Kurt shifted slightly so he could getter a better look at Blaine.
"I told her that her mom was at work. She was upset and cried for…like an hour, but I downloaded a few kids books to my kindle and she fell asleep in the middle of The Velveteen Rabbit." Blaine ran a hand through his hair.
"She cried for an hour?" He asked with a wince.
"Yep. Now go bring the best boyfriend in the world a pillow from our bed and one of the throw blankets. We have nowhere I feel comfortable with putting this little one for the night other than on me and I'm starting to get a crick in my neck."
"Yes dear." Blaine walked into their bedroom and found the little girl decked out in one of his t shirts – Blaine wasn't a big guy but the hem fell way down by her ankles, sleeping soundly sprawled out on their bed. He carefully scooped a couple of pillows off of the bed and got a throw from their closet before going into the bathroom to change his clothes.
Kurt warily opened one eye to accept the pillow and shove it behind his head while Blaine tucked him and Joey into their spot on couch.
"Where are you going to sleep?" He asked.
"In the recliner. Too weird to sleep in the same bed as a three year old you don't really know and she's taking up a surprisingly large amount of space."
"Well, it's just for one night, right?" Kurt asked, forcing open his other eye.
"Yes: just for one night," assured Blaine. "I talked to my dad. No word from Cooper but he's working on tracking him down as well. If he isn't here tomorrow morning we'll call the police to go look for him and the kids' mom. It'll all get sorted out."
"Hmm," yawned Kurt, "Okay."
"I love you," Blaine whispered as he turned off the light and eyeballed the recliner, which was comfortable enough to sit in during the day but he wasn't sure about all night. Oh well.
"I love you too, baby."
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