A/N: Y-You guys! *sniffle* The FANTABULOUS reviews modivated me to post another chapter today :) I love you all! I feel...sparkly. So, please keep submitting prompts. Whatever you submit, I will comply!

This chapter was requested by KlaineLuneville, who wanted to see more kiddie!Klaine. As you know, I have a list. Writing these makes me happy :) Again, I'm up on the Glee Chatango chatroom. Ooh, and does anyone want to challenge me to a "chapter race"? I'll be up all night watching, Murder, She Wrote with my hippie of a mother.

Chapter Rating: My mouth should be filled with soap ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

First Steps:

"Shhh. It's okay, sweetheart," cooed Blaine, shaking his arm so the infant nestled against him bobbed to a steady rhythm. He held his nine month old son, Noah. Noah Anthony Hummel-Anderson was created with Kurt's sperm, therefore he had Kurt's downy caramel locks and big blue-green eyes. "Come on, go to sleep. Daddy Kurt and I are tired."

Kurt, sitting cross-legged beside him, yawned and pressed a hand to his forehead. "What time is it? Like, three? I have work in the morning, Blaine."

"I know, I know. We've tried everything. Feeding, burping, changed his diaper, sang to him. Maybe he collicky?" Blaine suggested, staring down at his son in dismay.

"Ugh. Don't even go there," snorted Kurt, fiddling with the Thomas the Tank Engine nightlight on his wall. "Perhaps you should let him crawl around for awhile. Let him burn some energy."

Blaine nodded, unwrapping the baby and placing him on the floor. Noah sat up, staring at his fathers as if to say, What? Why am I down here? He clenched and unclenched his tiny fists. Then, without further ado, the baby propelled himself over the plush creme carpeting.

Kurt chuckled as he found a chewtoy on his bookshelf and promptly jammed it in his mouth. Blaine leaned against his husband, exhaling loudly. "I am exhausted."

"You're not the one working," said Kurt, ruffling his curls.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Watching Noah is work."

Kurt's eyelids slid shut. "I thought we-" *yawn* "-passed this stage; the 'wake us up in the middle of the fucking night for no apparent reason' stage."

Blaine smiled. "Uh, Kurt..."

"Doesn't Noah have a heart? Doesn't he want his daddies to catch at least one hour of fucking sleep?"

"Kurt-"

"I mean, seriously! I-"

"KURT!" Blaine shouted, his husband's eyes flying open with annoyance.

"What, Blaine? What?...Oh." His voice trailed off as he caught sight of what had seemingly transfixed Blaine.

Clutching onto the bars of his cribs with white knuckles, perched on chubby, wobbly legs, was Noah. He looked back at his fathers, drool dribbling down his chin. "Gah!" he giggled. "Dada! Dadadadada!"

Kurt's eyes welled with tears. "Blaine, that's our baby!" He robotically knelt to the ground, holding out his arms. "Noah, Noah, sweetie. Can you come here? Come here, angel!"

Noah's features scrunched up in concentration. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, murmuring, "You got this, Noah. Come on, babe."

The child released the bars and stumbled. Kurt lurched forward to catch his son, but Blaine stopped him. "Watch." Noah steadied himself, took a deep breath and took a step. And another. And another.

At last, he collapsed in Kurt's awaiting arms. "Oh, baby, you did it!" Kurt cried, burying his face in the fuzz of his hair and inhaling the wry scent of Johnson's Baby Shampoo. "You did it!"

Blaine's cheeks were striped with tears. "He walked. He actually walked."

"Dadadada!" bubbled Noah, looking up proudly. "W...Wa...W-Walk? W-W-Walk? Walk?"

There was a moment of silence. "Did he just...Did he just talk?" asked Blaine softly.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Oh, my God. Our son just talked and walked."

"Dada! Walk!" He beamed happily.

"That's right," Kurt whispered. "You walked. And you talked. Good Lord, what the accomplishment!"

Noah curled up in against his body. Blaine stared down in wonder at their kid. "He's amazing," he said.

"You know what this means, right?" Kurt continued. "We've got an advanced child. An advanced child. We've got to start teaching him to read. Next comes subtraction..." Kurt climbed to his feet and carried Noah to his bed. He tucked him in and flipped off the light, Blaine stooping to kiss him. "You know what? Scratch that. We need to teach him the time tables."

They entered their bedroom, slipping off slippers and pulling back their blankets. Kurt climbed in, snuggling down between Blaine's comforting embrace. Blaine switched off their lamp.

"And then we've got to enroll him in a high-tech prepatory academy..."

Blaine shook his head at his husband's shere imagination. "Kurt?"

"But it can't be just any academy...What, Blaine?" Kurt said.

"No more talking." He tightened his hold. "Snuggle."

Kurt sighed. "We've got to discuss our child's intelligance..." Blaine snored. "Fine, fine. I do enjoy snuggling..."

A/N: Did you like it, KlaineLuneville? Those who also submitted prompts will appear in the next chapters. Thanks!

Love,

Lexi