Chapter 25.
HOW DO I BECOME AS TALENTED AS BLAINE ANDERSON?! I'LL DO ANYTHING
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I'VE LSITENED TO IT FORTY TIMES SINCE YESTERDAY
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i'm dead
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there are rumours he has a goldfish.
-DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE?
-calm down, /rumours/ guys!
-I CAN CONFIRM THIS
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"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt screeched; marching into the bedroom he shared with Blaine. His phone was held tightly in his hand, and he only wore a towel as he'd just, not a minute before, stepped out of the shower.
Blaine, like any normal man would, was shocked into a frozen position as Kurt strode up to him and waited, hand on hip, for an explanation.
"Uhm," What should he say, he hadn't meant to use the last of Kurt's conditioner, but it just smelt so good that he couldn't resist it, and now, he was going to die at the hands of his boyfriend and his unconditioned hair. He tried to smile sweetly, but he imagined it came out as more of a grimace and he really, really, didn't want to die, just yet.
"Blaine, you know how much I love-"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll replace it as soon as I go to the shops but please, I just wanted my hair to be as good as yours and," he ran out of breath. He'd stopped looking at Kurt after his first apology, so he didn't see his boyfriend staring at him with a hint of amusement on his face.
He felt awful; he knew how much Kurt loved his hair and he'd stolen the product right from under his nose. He didn't really think it would be a big deal at the time, thinking he would've had time to run and get some more before Kurt woke up but as he came out of the bathroom, half-dressed, looking groggy but with beautifully styled hair, Kurt was waiting for him, his eyebrow raised in an impatient manner.
"I'm sorry, I'll go right now and get you some, but-" he was cut off by a pillow hitting him square in the face. "I said I'm sorry!"
"Yes, Blaine. I'm mad at you because you used my product," Kurt giggled, to Blaine's confusion. Seeing Blaine's almost pout, Kurt continued. "Seriously, you think that's what I'm talking about?"
"Uhm, yes?"
"No! This," Kurt put the phone in front of Blaine's face.
Blaine was taken aback for a moment, from the sheer brightness and closeness of the phone, before his eyes started to adjust. He gripped Kurt's wrist and moved it back a little so he could actually make out what he was being shown.
"Oh," he mumbled, as he read down the screen.
"Yes, 'oh'," Kurt let Blaine take the phone from his hand, so he could put both hands on his hips.
In all honesty, Blaine had completely forgotten about his upcoming YouTube project. He'd been approached by one of the most popular YouTubers around. At least, on the vlogging side of YouTube. They wanted to work with him, and who was he to say no. This opportunity alone could boost his subscriber number by a few hundred thousand and it would be a prime time to gain a few more followers, what with his album's release date just over two months away.
"Did the fact you're going to be collaborating with one of the most popular people on YouTube, just not seem important? Honestly, Blaine." Kurt muttered as he looked down to the phone showing the breaking-news article on some blog he had come across.
"I'm sorry, I honestly did forget," Blaine pouted his lips, and turned on the puppy eyes hoping that Kurt would forgive him sooner rather than later. But the younger man just stood there, he folded his arms and gave Blaine a stern look.
A sudden idea suddenly popped into Blaine's mind, when he saw the very corner of the towel slightly untucked. The cheeky YouTuber reached forward and pulled it from Kurt's waist at lightning speed, he had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing too loud, as Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock and he tried to grab the towel from Blaine, who was waving it around behind him.
"You want to play?" Kurt challenged, before jumping on top of Blaine and reaching for the towel, he caught the edge of it, much to Blaine's disappointment, and slung it back around his waist, with a pout upon his lips. "I can't believe you did that," he said, with a hint of amusement hidden under her saddened tone.
He was still half on top of Blaine, but the shorter man didn't seem to be complaining.
"Have you been working out?" Blaine asked as he trailed his fingers up Kurt's chest before bringing them back down slowly.
"No, get your mind out of the gutter," he replied, standing up from the bed, making sure he had a good hold on the towel, before strutting, yes, strutting, out of the room.
Blaine watched the door in amusement and after a few seconds, Kurt came walking back through the door, his eyes narrowed at Blaine's smug grin.
"Need some clothes, my love?" Blaine sung happily. He tried to wiggle his eyebrows and rested back on his elbows, making sure he had a good view of where Kurt was bound to get changed. However, the taller man outsmarted him; he grabbed some clothes, sent an 'I win' smirk towards Blaine and left the room.
Blaine groaned in disappointment once more, before he pushed himself off of the bed and began to get ready for the day.
As Blaine sprinkled some fish food into the bowl later on that evening, a knock echoed through the apartment. Not expecting anyone, and with Kurt running errands for Isabelle all day, he frowned before jogging over.
Before he'd even had the chance to say hello, Rachel came bursting in with a baby carrier, muttering words he wasn't prepared for.
"Blaine, God, Blaine. I've been called into work because my understudy, who, by the way, is supposed to be the one covering me whilst I look after her," she muttered angrily, whilst pointing to where she'd delicately placed the carrier on the sofa. "Fell of the stage, can you believe it?"
"No?" He guessed, rubbing his temples as Rachel continued to gesture wildly with her hands.
"I mean, seriously, this girl is supposed to be my competitor, and she doesn't even know the limits to the stage,"
"So?"
"So, Blaine. I need you to look after India," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world; she took the big bag, of what Blaine presumed was baby things, from her shoulder and held it out for him to take, whilst idly chatting away. "Oh and that's another thing, this 'understudy' of mine, she actually questioned my child-naming abilities, like I don't know what name is best for my child." Rachel looked at him expectantly. She stared at him, and then the bag and him again. He hesitated before taking a step back.
"I can't," she dropped the bag on the ground, and stepped over it. She came to stand in front of Blaine and rested her hand on his arm.
"Please, Blaine, you and Kurt have been hanging around with her since she was born."
"Hanging around, Rachel, exactly. Neither one of use have babysat her before, I can't, Rach,"
"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, Blaine. Finn is out of town with this new football coaching thing he has going on, and Kurt will be home soon, you'll be fine."
Blaine's head dropped, in what, apparently, Rachel took as a nod. She hugged him quick and ran from the apartment, leaving him stood watching as the door clicked shut.
A few seconds passed by, before he turned towards the bag, he picked it up but not until he'd sighed in defeat. He dragged it over to the sofa, and sat carefully besides the baby carrier, which happened to hold little, three-month-old, India.
Blaine watched the small baby nervously, he really did not know the first thing about taking care of a baby. He'd never been to nappy-changing training, or made up a bottle of milk before.
He noticed how peaceful the baby looked, and thought back to how much of a difference it was to the very first time he met her.
"Kurt, Blaine, this is India," Finn motioned to the blanket-wrapped child in Rachel's arms as she laid back on the hospital bed. Rachel grinned sleepily at them, before putting a finger to her lips and waving them over.
Kurt hurried over, excitement written across his face as he cooed over the baby from Rachel's side. The child was sleeping, and Rachel didn't look to far from Neverland either.
"Oh, she's so adorable. Blaine," he whispered quietly across the silent room; he gestured for Blaine to come across, and so he did. He shuffled across the floor, and peeked over Kurt's shoulder to meet the new-born. However, just as he was about to speak up, the girl opened her sleeping eyes, and blinked twice before the crying came.
Blaine was so shocked at the sudden change of emotion, he stepped back, only to trip over a chair, and fall ungraciously to the floor.
He looked up alarmed to find Finn hiding his laughter behind his hand, Rachel trying to calm to crying baby down and Kurt torn between helping him up, helping Rachel and laughing.
He glared at his boyfriend, as he pushed himself from the ground.
A nurse ran in just as he'd planted two feet firmly on the floor; she sent a wary glance his way as he brushed some dirt from his trousers and righted the chair, before she walked over to the opposite side of the bed from Kurt.
"Is somebody hungry?" She asked to the baby, Blaine bit his lip as she waited for an answer. 'Did she think the new-born was going to answer?' He thought, before he was hurried out of the room by Kurt.
He quickly realised that Rachel had left without a single hint of when she'd be returning. He guessed, though, that it wouldn't be until past eleven, once she was out of the theatre and through the late night subway traffic.
He was grateful that an hour later, India was still asleep, and with the clock reading 7:15, he was holding onto the little bit of hope that she might stay asleep, at least until Kurt returned.
However, it was as if allowing himself that little bit of hope, flicked a switch in her little evil mind, because as soon as Blaine started searching through the bag Rachel had left, she stirred.
Blaine froze, his heartbeat sped up a tad, as he peeked into the carrier and found big brown eyes staring up at him. He smiled nervously, and in her sleepy state, the little girl giggled.
His heart swelled at the sound, and he soon found himself with a child in his arms.
India had put her hands up as far as she could manage, and made grabby hands, forcing Blaine to bow down to her cuteness and lift her carefully from the carrier, and settling her on his lap.
She tugged on one of his hands and sat there giggling at him. He had no idea what was so funny as she stared at him, but he couldn't help but smile when she reached up and pulled on one of his curls.
"You know," he started, whilst he tried to pry his hair from her hand. "It's rude to pull someone's hair, because it hurts." He spoke slowly, trying not to laugh as once his hair was free, she poked his face continuously.
"You don't understand me, do you?" He asked her, and then shook his head at himself. He was talking to a baby. A baby that could not reply and/or engage in conversation, what was he doing?
Blaine sat there for a few minutes, allowing the small child to continuously poke him in the face. At one point, she starting pulling on his nose and that's when he decided it'd be better for both of them, if he found something productive to do. He cradled the baby in his arms and stood up.
India squealed and Blaine laughed, all until a strange smell caught his senses. He looked suspiciously towards the baby, who just laughed in return.
"Brilliant," he settled little India back in the carrier and stared at her with a lost look of confusion on his face. He'd never changed a diaper before, but in all honesty how hard could it be?
After locating the clean diapers and wipes in the bag, and then finding a space on the floor where he could lay some towels and protect the walls from whatever might go wrong, he found out that it could be very hard.
First of all, she wouldn't lie still, the little girl kept laughing and rolling about, as if it was the most fun she'd had ever.
Then, when he'd finally been able to keep her still long enough to take the diaper off, he had no idea what to do with it; keeping it in the apartment would create a smell, which Kurt would most definitely not be happy about, and it wasn't like he could run it out to the bins and leave India rolling around on the floor.
He decided to leave it on the ground next to them, at least until he'd finishing changing the diaper. He carefully wiped her clean, which was a task in its own, as she kept giggling and flailing her arms and legs. But once he'd managed to do that, he grabbed the clean diaper, and stared at it.
He wasn't an expert in all things 'baby' yet, so it took him a few seconds to work out how the diaper actually went on.
The cheering began once he had secured the diaper on the baby, and he put his hand out for a high-5 from the child, but after she stared at his hand with a blank expression, he fought the urge to hit himself in the face; of course she didn't know what a high-5 was.
He managed, eventually, to get India into her pyjamas, and put the dirty diaper into a bag. He balanced the girl on his hip as he put his shoes on and together they had a slow walk down to the bins, where he disposed of the offending smell, and then they walked back up.
Blaine didn't realise, until they were back inside, that the little girl had drifted off to sleep again. He smiled at the sleeping girl, as he made his way over to the sofa. He sat down carefully, nudging his shoes and the baby bag out of the way, and let the girl snuggle into his side.
He didn't have a clue of what to do when there was a child sleeping on him, he couldn't risk moving again in case he woke her up; he'd seen that Friends episode, and he wasn't sure if he could put up with a screaming child, refusing to give in.
At just a few months old, India wasn't that big. She was a small child at birth, which makes sense when she came from within Rachel, the mental image was not one Blaine wanted to think of ever again. He noticed the resemblance to both Rachel and Finn, he guessed from her size at that moment, she'd probably have Rachel's height, but Finn's eyes; they were definitely Finn's eyes.
He let his mind wander on that thought; what would his and Kurt's kids look like. Obviously, they'd have to have at least two kids, so that they both had a chance to be the biological father, but as much as Blaine would love to be a blood father, they'd be better looking if they had Kurt's genetics, and none of their children would have to put up with his hair.
He started thinking, as the girl tried to turn over in his arms, that maybe they could adopt. They could have a boy and a girl, and Kurt could make their clothes so they'd be the best dressed in their year. Hopefully, they'd like singing, but after all, it didn't really matter what they liked to do. If they wanted to swim, they could, or if they wanted to dance, they could. Except if they wanted to smoke, then they'd have problems, and sex, no sex until they're thirty, Blaine thought.
He fell asleep thinking of that, thinking of his life; the life he could, no- will have with Kurt.
Kurt held the baby firmly in his arms, rocking her softly from side to side as Rachel and Finn shared a whispered conversation.
Blaine walked up behind him, and lifted onto his tip-toes so he could see the little girl over his shoulder. His hands rested on Kurt's waist, and placed a delicate kiss to Kurt's neck.
"I want one," Kurt said quietly, whilst smiling down at the small girl.
"Well, they don't seem too bothered, we could take this one," Blaine teased, as he squeezed Kurt's waist. But apparently Rachel was listening in as she turned to them and glared.
"Okay, we're not having this one." Kurt giggled.
"Seriously though," Kurt said as he turned around in Blaine's arms. "I want one,"
"Me too," Blaine replied, he lent forward to lightly graze Kurt's lips.
"Dude, not in front of my kid," Finn piped up, causing both Blaine and Kurt to laugh.
They went back to admiring the girl, both of them thinking the same thing:
'I want one with you.'