The day that Blaine comes home is a hectic mess. Brooklyn, who didn't have many friends left, was actually asked to go to a friend's house. Initially, she had told her friend no, but both Blaine and Kurt insisted that she call her friend back and tell her that she could go. Kurt was positive that he could watch Gabriel and take care of Blaine. It couldn't be that hard.
After Blaine was discharged, Kurt helped him into the car and Gabriel crawled into the back. "Put your seatbelt on, bud" Kurt said. He knew that Gabriel often had trouble with that, but he figured it was worth a try. He got into the driver seat just in time for Gabriel to say, "Papa, I can't get it. I need help." Kurt sighed and got out and buckled his son in and then hurried around to get back into the driver's seat. He drove home and parked in their parking garage. Once inside, Gabriel insisted on taking the stairs, but three flights was way too much for Blaine's heart.
"No bud, we have to take the elevator. It's too hard for Daddy to climb all of those stairs." Kurt told him. Gabriel frowned and crossed his arms.
"But, I don't want to take the elevator. I want to take the stairs." He pouted. Kurt pressed the elevator button and he and Blaine climbed in.
"Gabriel, if you do not get in this elevator by the time I count to three you are getting a privilege taken away."Kurt warned. Gabriel planted his feet. "1...2...3…" When Kurt hit three Gabriel bolted the other way to go up the stairs. Kurt was blown away. Gabriel had never been blatantly defiant. "Just ride up. I'll meet you up there." Kurt said before leaving the elevator and chasing his son up the stairs. After running three flights of stairs, Kurt was struggling to breath. When he reached their apartment Blaine and Gabriel were already there. He opened the door to their apartment and helped Blaine to the couch. Then, he went to deal with Gabriel.
Gabriel was in his room playing when Kurt walked in. "Gabriel, come over here now." Kurt said in a low voice.
"No. I'm playing." he replied.
"Gabriel, I am not kidding. Get over here now." Kurt said. Gabriel looked up and gave Kurt this evil glare and stomped over. "I want you to get me your sticker chart." Kurt said.
"No! It's mine!" he yelled.
"You did not listen to me, so you need a punishment. Get me your sticker chart." Kurt told him again. Gabriel growled, he actually growled, but he did go over and grab his chart. Kurt took off three stickers and threw them into the trash can and then handed the chart back over to Gabriel.
"Listen, Daddy is sick and I need to take care of him today. I need you to be good, so I can focus on him." Kurt said. Gabriel nodded as a sign that he heard him and Kurt left. Blaine was sitting on the couch in a very awkward position that couldn't be comfortable. Kurt went over and gently shook him. Blaine slowly woke up.
"Hey honey, you don't look very comfortable. How about we get you into bed." Kurt said. Blaine nodded and leaned onto Kurt as he sleepily lumbered off down the hallway. Kurt helped him into bed and then pulled the covered up. "You get some rest and I'll be back in a fever hours to give you your medications." Kurt told him as he placed a kiss onto his forehead. After, he left the bedroom, Kurt looked around the house. He had a list of things to do. Isabelle needed his work for the magazine. The kitchen and the living room was a mess, not to mention the bathrooms. The laundry needed to get done and on top of that he still had to take care of his sick husband and watch his autistic son. He was just really overwhelmed. He decided to start with the work for Vogue. He sat down at his laptop and tried to focus on the column that needed to get done, but he just couldn't. He was worrying about anything and everything. He honestly didn't want to do anything, but worry, but he forced himself to.
Around eight o'clock, Brooklyn came home from her friends house. The house was cleaned, almost perfect, but her father was not. Kurt looked exhausted. This was the exact reason why she didn't want to go to her friends house. Brooklyn walked over and grabbed her father's shoulders
"Papa, why don't you go lay down with Daddy? You look exhausted." Brooklyn said.
"No, I still need to cook dinner for Gabriel." Kurt said his eyes fluttering as he tried to stay awake.
"I'll do that." Brooklyn said as he directed her father down the hallway. "You just take a nap." She told him as she forced him into the bed. Blaine was slightly awake, so she smiled and gave him a hello as she covered Kurt up with some blankets. Kurt seemed to fall asleep in a sec and Brooklyn laughed. She had always known her father really well. Then, she walked back out to the kitchen. She opened the freezer and grabbed an oven ready pizza and popped it in the oven. She sat down on the sofa and turned on some TV while she waited the ten minutes for the pizza to bake. When the timer sounded, she got the pizza out of the oven and slice it up and then walked down to Gabriel's room.
"Hey, I made pizza." She said. "You want some?" Gabriel nodded and followed his sister out into the kitchen. She got him a slice and a drink and then got herself one as well and they sat down at the table. Brooklyn knew pizza was one of Gabriel's favorite foods, so he was happy as he eat.
When they were finished eating Brooklyn asked Gabriel if he wanted to play a board game. Gabriel told her yes and then grabbed Monopoly, which was his favorite game. They set it up on the coffee table in the living room.
"Are you going to keep the baby in your stomach?" Gabriel asked.
" I don't know right now buddy." Brooklyn replied. This was not a talk that she hoped to have with her little brother.
"My friend at school, his older sister had a baby and now he's an uncle. He says it's really cool. I want to be an uncle. Plus, where would the baby go if you didn't want it?" Gabriel said.
"Well, I would put the baby up for adoption and if everything goes right, Aunt Rachel would adopt my baby." Brooklyn said.
"No, no, that's a horrible idea." Gabriel replied.
"What? Why?" Brooklyn asked, astounded by her brother's answer.
"I love Aunt Rachel, but she is really is annoying. No baby deserves that." Gabriel replied. Brooklyn laughed. "You would be a way better Mom." he told her.
"Okay, I'll think about it bud." Brooklyn said. It was astounding that her little brother had more faith in her than she had in herself. But, maybe that was the push that she needed to finally make a decision.