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I have to thank you all who wished me happy B-day here or on Twitter. You are such sweethearts. I enjoyed my B-day yesterday even thought I have some serious problems with my back and can't move much (so the AN is going to be super short).

This chapter is another part of PDTT and it's more like filler chapter but I like it. And I have to say we are nearing the end of PDTT. There is not much chapters left. Do you also feel the emotions? I'm full of them.

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Love Helen

Parties, dresses and temper tantrums (part eight)

He was waking up and the first thing he noticed was that he was cold. He whined, not liking the cold which was creeping under the covers and turning his toes into icicles. He sniffed and shuffled closer trying to find the warm body of his husband. But the only thing he found was cold sheets. He sighed dejectedly and opened his eyes.

"Kurt?" He murmured into the quiet room looking around it trying to find out if it was daytime or nighttime. From behind the curtains he could see sunlight creeping into the room so he questioned if it was morning. Or afternoon? He wasn't sure. But he could hear the kids laughing from the garden so it probably was afternoon. But why had Kurt let him sleep so long?

With stretch he reached for his mobile phone which was laying on the nightstand to look at the time. He unlocked the screen and his heart stopped. Instead of photo of their whole family on his background was now photo of tiny little baby. Everything come crashing down at him right the second. Kurt wasn't in bed with him because he was in hospital fighting for his life. Their daughter was born early and now she was in incubator on NICU, weak and vulnerable.

God everything was just so messed up right now. He hid his face in his palms, letting a few treacherous tears slip from his eyes. He still could hear the kids laughing and that made his insides twist tightly. How could he just go downstairs and face the kids? How could he explain to them why their Daddy wasn't home? Maybe he could fool the little ones but what he should tell to Leah and Caleb? He wasn't sure he was strong enough to handle it.

He pondered if he should just lie back down and try to go back to sleep but he decided to get up and take shower. Maybe the water could help clear his head. Forty minutes later he was dressed in lose pair of pajama pants (a pair Kurt liked to steal from him) and worn out shirt. His hair were still wet and he was too out of it to even bother with contacts so he put his glasses on and barefoot padded downstairs. The house was unusually quiet only soft clatter of dishes and humming was heard from kitchen so he turned around the corner and entered the kitchen.

He found Rachel standing there, with her long hair tied into messy bun. She had long creamy beige cardigan on her, the buttons undone but the belt tied around her tiny waist. Under the cardigan she wore red and white polka dot retro dress with wavy skirt. Blaine immediately recognized it as the one Kurt designed especially for her. She was very fond of them, she wore it pretty often. She was humming softly under her nose as she stirred something in the sauce pot tapping her black ballet flat against the cabinet. She was just turning over to grab a bowl with cheese from the counter when she noticed him standing there.

"Oh you scared me" She smiled at him and thrown the cheese into the pot. "I thought you're going to sleep longer. Did we wake you up?" She stirred at the food in the pot, amazing smell wafting to Blaine. He immediately recognized it as spaghetti carbonara.

"No, no you didn't. How long have I slept?" He sat down at the bar stool as Rachel turned off the stove and turned around to the fridge.

"Just over five hours. We are just having early dinner on the garden" She smiled and handed him glass of orange juice which he accepted gratefully with quiet thanks.

"Did the hospital call?" He asked looking at the clock on the wall seeing it was almost five in the afternoon. He didn't hear about Kurt or their daughter for more than six, almost seven hours. He looked at his phone upstairs but he didn't remember if he had any missed calls. And now he wanted to kick himself because he left his phone at their bed.

"Yeah, around three" Finally she stopped moving around the kitchen and leaned on the counter looking at Blaine. "There aren't actually any changes in their states. But both of them are doing as they were. Which is good. No complications are best sign." He didn't get the chance to answer because tired but familiar voice drifted to them from the large French window in the dining room which led to the garden.

"Rachel, darling, don't you know where Kurt keeps their picnic blanket? Abigail is throwing fit that we can't have picnic without their red and white checkered blanket. "Carole finished her sentences with little sigh appearing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was dressed into light blue floral dress. It was vintage and Blaine recognized them as another one Kurt made. Actually he thought it was from his last vintage line. The runway show for this spring/vintage line was only this January and was one of the most successful one. When he looked at Carole he had to say it fitted her perfectly. The dress was sleeveless without any neck and with fluffy skirt. On her feet were simple white pumps and Blaine saw she had some mud and grass stains on them but she didn't look like she minded. She had scarf in her hair the same color as her dress. "Oh hey sweetheart, you are up" She said when her eyes landed on Blaine and she immediately rushed to hug him. "My Baby how are you?" She held him at arm length softly patting his cheek. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say. "Oh I'm sorry that was stupid question." He tried to smile at her but failed miserably.

"Rachel is the food ready? The kids are getting hungry" Another voice said and soon Finn was standing in the doorway too. Blaine frowned at this. His brother-in-low was dressed into red button down shirt and pair of jeans that actually didn't hang somewhere nears his knees.

"Why are you all so dressed up?" He asked as he looked between them.

"Yeah that's gonna be my fault" Carole said with light laugh. "I thought we could have picnic outside at the garden so the house would be quiet and you could get some sleep. But Abigail said that when you are having picnic you guys always dress up and she basically bullied us into dressing up."

"Yeah dude she is kinda scary. I mean like Kurt's-kind-of scary." Finn said scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah she does that sometimes. She can be little pink ball of furry" He smiled fondly at all the memories of his little princess throwing temper tantrums.

"Okay the food is ready so let's eat it before it all gets cold" Rachel smiled and put the spaghetti into serving bowl.

"I will help you" Finn offered and his wife immediately pushed too many things into his arms.

"Okay so where do you keep the blanket?" Carole smiled at him gently and he stood up from his chair and went into the hallway closet. He found it exactly when they last left it, on the top shelf of the large dresser. "You can go back to sleep if you want Honey." Carole said when he handed her the blanket squeezing his arms gently.

"No I don't. I wanna see the kids. They must be freaking out right?" He sighed massaging his temples.

"No they are all okay. I and Burt explained to them that their Daddy is sick and has to stay in the hospital for a few days but will be back soon"

"But that's lie Carole!" He erupted breathing heavily. "That's one big lie. We can't assure them that everything will be just peachy when it's not" His mother-in-low only smiled at him softly and laid the blanket on dresser. Then she took him into hers arms embracing him softly.

"I know, Blainers I know."

"How did you do it? When Burt was in coma? How did you manage to live through the horrible feeling in your guts which is constantly telling you that your husband could very possibly never wake up?"

"It was hard. Really hard. I was so scared. But I had faith in him. I knew he was strong and he could pull through anything. And Kurt is just like his father. He will actually wake up and then he is going to have a go at me for letting Abby wear the yellow dress he made for her last year for the New Direction Annual Dinner. She has grass stains all over them."

"You are making him sound so vain" He said with small smile wiping away his tears.

"But I know he is not. He is the sweetest, compassionate, kindhearted, strongest person I've ever known. And he has so much to fight for. He will be just fine"

"Yeah"

"And Blaine, you don't have to handle it all alone. We are here for you." She smiled at him motherly kissing his cheek.

"I know Carole. And I appreciate it, really. I don't know how I could deal with all of it alone."

"Okay. I'm going to set up the party outside. So you are coming?"

"Yeah I'm just gonna go grab my phone. I left it upstairs." Carole smiled at him and turned around the skirt of her dress sashaying behind her softly. With sigh he turned around and began climbing the stairs. He found his phone under their covers. He checked for any missed calls but didn't have any.

"I found the blanket!" He heard Carole's much more happy voice (and he couldn't help but notice it sounded little strained) announce in the garden followed by Abigail's happy squeal and Burt's grumbled reply of 'Like we couldn't have picnic without dressing up and rugs'. He smiled at this and went to the large window. Softly he touched the fabric of the peachy curtains, smiling. When the first spring sun rays escaped into their bedroom Kurt changed their burgundy ones for these saying that peachy would be the color trend for this spring.

But every time he looked at the curtains he had other memories. Memories of their first flat and failed painting attempt of their living room when he instead of painting the walls got drunk with Wevid and while they slept Kurt did it alone. And that's how they've got their first dog Clooney. He brought it to Kurt as an I'm sorry gift. Immediately Clooney became inseparable part of their family. It was big loss for the family when he died five years back. But they couldn't go long without animal in their lives so a few months after Clooney passed away Blaine brought home another puppy, which Caleb named Frodo.

He shook his head, dismissing his memories and pushed the curtains away so he could look out of the window. He smiled at the sight which greeted him. In the corner of their garden, when the big linden tree was Carole was just unfolding the blanket, Abby rocking on her heels nervously next to her pointing where exactly she want it. Elijah was cuddled in Burt's arms whispering something to him. Burt laughed at it and patted his back. Finn and Rachel were putting dishes and utensils at the blanket their kids Jordan and Mackie standing next to them. And Leah and Caleb were standing a little away from everybody their shoulders tense. He could see they were holding hands which made him smile. The last few months Leah wasn't exactly friendly to anybody.

He turned around and was ready to leave the room when he realized he didn't have any shoes on. Disappearing in the walk in closet he tried to find his flip flops. He put them on when he noticed he was in pajama pants. He wanted to assure the kids that everything will be okay and he wasn't sure that if he came down looking like a wreck would do any good. Quickly he thrown on the first clothes he could find which at the end were salmon pink shorts, stripped tank top and checkered shirt. Grabbing his shades from the top shelf he put them on and went downstairs.

"Okay kiddos dig in!" He heard Burt's voice when he stepped into the backyard.

"But Grandma said Papa will come too and he is not here yet!" Abby whined.

"Oh for the love of God…" The old man grumbled rubbing his bald head.

"I'm here" Blaine said stepping around the tree.

"Papa!" All the kids turned around at the same time. Soon someone crashed into his legs and he looked down to see Abby hugging them.

"Hey kiddos!" He smiled tiredly and picked Abby up. "You look beautiful Honey" He smiled at her. And just like Carole said the dress had already a few grass stains on them, near the hem of the skirt.

"Papa, Papa look we are having picnic!" She said excited pointing at the blanket. "Come on sit down next to me!" She squirmed till he put her down on the grass and basically drag him to where her grandparents and Finn with Rachel and their kids were sitting. She sat down next to Carole patting the spot next to her. "Come on!"

"Wait my little Mussolini." He smiled at her amused and went to Leah and Caleb who were still standing a few steps away. Just one look at Leah and he could tell that she have been crying a lot. "You look gorgeous" He said gently taking in Leah's black and purple dress (again one model from Kurt's vintage line). She tried to smile at him but her bottom lip quivered and tears spilled from her eyes. "No, no Honey don't cry" He said softly, so the little kids didn't hear him and gently hugged her and Caleb. "It's fine, it's fine" He soothed but he could fell Leah shaking her head against his shoulder.

"But it will be right?" Caleb said leaving the embrace and wiping away his tears.

"Yes. Yes it will" Blaine confirmed kissing his forehead. He couldn't help but feel huge swell of pride in his chest. Caleb was so strong and mature for his age. He was so tenacious just like Kurt. Leah hugged him a little tighter gentle sob escaping her mouth. "Come on Baby, let's eat something and then we will talk, just the two of us okay?" She nodded and leaned away. Gently Blaine wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"For the love of the God can we start eating already?" Finn asked from the ground throwing his arms up frustrated.

"Yes uncle Finn" Leah said smirking, while Rachel elbowed him. Soon Blaine found himself squeezed between Caleb and Burt, who was still holding Elijah. Blaine turned at him opening his mouth to speak with Burt but he didn't get the chance.

"Don't you even think about thanking me okay?" He stated matter of fact "It's no big deal, we will watch over the kids anytime. Now we have to only concentrate on Kurt and the little one. That's the only thing which matters right now"

"I'm sorry"

"What the heck are you apologizing for?"

"I just… I didn't have much of time now, everything was so busy. I should probably take more time off to help him. I-" His voice cracked and he couldn't continue.

"Son, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for it. It's no one's fault."

"But…"

"No buts. It's not gonna help them. I know you may feel like you screwed everything up. I did when I saw Elizabeth passing away. She just got tinnier and weaker with every passing day and I just had to sit and watch it." Silently Elijah crawled from Burt's lap to Blaine's cuddling into Blaine's arms. He smiled and began combing through his little curls. "There wasn't anything I could do to help her and it was killing me. I felt like such a failure. I felt like I wasn't doing enough, like there must be something for me to do so she wouldn't die. But sometimes there are things you can't affect. But you can't let the guilt eat you because that wouldn't do any good to anybody. Not to you, not to your daughter and definitely not to Kurt." His father in law laid his pal on his shoulder and squeezed. "He is strong, Kid. He is so much like his mother. She fought for years till her last breath. We just have to have faith in him and give him time. He will wake up when he is ready." With that Burt stood up, discreetly wiping away his own tears and went to sit down next to his wife.

"If Daddy is sleeping why don't you wake him up?" Quiet voice broke his thoughts. He looked down to see Elijah's big confused eyes.

"Oh Buddy, it's not that easy. He is sleeping but really, really deep. We can't wake him. We have to wait for him to wake up alone."

"But he doesn't want to wake up? He doesn't want to be with us anymowe?" Elijah frowned biting his lip.

"No, no, nothing like that buddy" Quickly Blaine scooped him up and stood him in front of his so they were on the same eye level. "Listen Eli, if Daddy could he would be with us without a question. But he, he is sick Honey. So now he has to sleep a lot so he will get better okay?"

"But I want him to be better now! I want him" He hiccupped wiping his nose on the sleeve of his button down.

"I know you do. Me too" He said softly taking him into his arms. Elijah sniffed for a few times and then settled down in his lap. For the rest of the picnic he didn't move from his arms and by the end of it he was asleep his head lolling to side a little. Abby too felt asleep with her head laid in Rachel's lap. Jordan and Mackie still had enough of energy for them to chase their father around the backyard. To say that Finn wasn't in his best shape anymore was understatement. Caleb was idly playing with Frodo, tossing him little rubber ball while Leah was showing Burt and Carole pictures she took last weekend when they took trip to horse farm.

He sat there watching his family his heart heavy and broken. He just couldn't help it but this just didn't felt right. Kurt was in hospital bed while they were happily sitting on their garden having bliss. But frankly he knew it wasn't true. Everyone was tense and more than once he saw Carole and Rachel wiping away their tears. He looked down at Elijah's sleeping face stroking his cheek softly. He was just glad that the little kids didn't seem to be affected that much. He knew it wouldn't last. The more days would past, the more Kurt's absence will be visible. God even now it was just too silent without him.

If Kurt was here, he would probably hear him laugh to some jokes Finn or his dad said or to something their kids did. He would coo over how cute Abby and Jordan look together when they hold hands. He would hum softly while holding Elijah, because he knew that he got shy and overwhelmed quickly when he was in crowd and sadly it also meant family. He would reprimand Burt for trying to steal cookies or Finn for his eating manners. He would hold his hand, kiss his cheek softly, lay his head on his shoulder when he would get tired or cuddle to him when he would get cold. And Blaine would embrace him and kiss his forehead and told him he love him. And now when he saw Rachel leaning against Finn's side and Burt's palm resting on Carole's lower back it became too much for him.

"I- uh I think I will put Eli in bed" He said suddenly clearing his throat. Rachel looked at him confused by his sudden retreating but the she understood. She shot him an apologizing grimace but Blaine only shook his head mouthing 'It's fine' at her. He hoisted his son more comfortably to his side kissing the top of his head.

"Yeah I think that's good idea" Carole said and stood up with stretch. Blaine only smiled at her and went inside the house and to the twins' room.

Later, it just reached midnight, he was laying in his and Kurt's bed, curled on his side touching the sheets softly over the place where his husband should lay replaying the conversation he had with Doctor Kim over the phone few hours ago. Kurt had seizure while being in coma. She said it wasn't life threatening and then it could happen sometimes but it freaked the hell out of him. It just didn't look like Kurt was getting better it was the opposite of it. He was only step away from jumping in the car and marching into that hospital so he could barricade himself into Kurt's room but Burt stopped him. It wouldn't do any good to anyone. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door opening.

"Pop?" Quiet voice said behind him making him jump. He strained his neck to see Leah standing in the doorway in her bright purple night gown.

"Hey princess can't sleep?" When she shook her head he patted the spot next to him opening the covers. She slipped under them quietly, resting on her side facing Blaine. "God I can't even remember the last time you were here. I think the last time you slept into our room was when you were thirteen and you had the earache." He chuckled softly petting her long hair tucking free locks of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, that was horrible" She said quietly looking him in eyes. "Pop what's wrong with Dad? Aunt Rachel and Grandma didn't tell me much. Just that he had the baby."

"Yeah princess your Daddy went into pre-mature labor and had to have emergency surgery. I will be honest with you because you are my big girl and I don't want to lie to you, it's not good Honey." He selected his words carefully. He wanted to tell her the true but didn't want to scare her even more. "He had some complications and he fallen into coma"

"Coma? Like that he will not wake up?" She asked her eyes wide with fear and tears.

"He will wake up Honey. It will just take a time but he will" But that didn't do anything to easy her worries. Her face contorted and she let out a few sobs. Wordlessly he tugged her into his embrace stroking her hair and making soothing noises.

"This is all my fault Pop!" She whined into his shirt clutching it tightly.

"What do you mean Princess?"

"I was arguing with him about the party and the dress and just throwing tantrums for a few weeks. I just, Josh always got so mad when I brought the kids to our dates and, and, I-" She was full on sobbing now, chocking on her words.

"Alright Baby calm down" He sat them up handing her box of paper tissues. "Now tell me. Who is Josh?" Leah blown his nose and took a huge breath.

"He is, was my boyfriend. We were together for six months" Blaine looked at her confused. He did have no idea his little princess was dating someone. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell it to you or Dad. It's not like I don't trust you or, or I'm ashamed of you but you would want to meet him and you would not approve of him. He, he is kind of trouble maker and bad boy. He gets into fights often and he smokes and drinks" Well now it all was making sense, Blaine thought to himself, the Leah's acting up. "I know you would tell me he will have bad influence on me or something. I didn't see it at the start but I see it now." She sniffed wiping at the tears which were still falling. "I thought that I loved him!"

"And you don't?"

"No. It, it was just nice to have someone compliment you and spend time with but, but he never understand me, or cared enough about me. And now I can't lose my Dad because of him! I'm just so stupid Papa" Blaine's heart broke at hearing his daughter calling him 'Papa'. That didn't happen for years and he would probably be ecstatic if he would hear it under different circumstances.

"You will not lose your father. He will get better and wake up. And you are not stupid Sweetie. Just, when people are in love they can do stupid things"

"Like kissing the best friend of your love interest?" Leah said with small smirk wiping her tears way.

"Oh you guys will never let me live it down, will you?" He groaned falling back in the pillows. Leah chuckled at this throwing the used tissues in the trash can near the bed. "But really Honey it's not your fault. Yes, you definitely should tell us you have boyfriend. We will talk later about it. But don't blame yourself for what happened."

"Okay" She said with small nod of her head but didn't look convinced. She laid back down watching the ceiling. "And what about the baby? Is she gonna be okay?"

"Yeah the doctors are positive. She is doing pretty well. Do you want to see picture of her?" He reached to the nightstand for his phone showing her the pictures he took.

"God she is so little. And she has so many tubes in her."

"Yeah but they are helping her. She will be fine." His eyes fallen on the small digits on the screen showing him it was almost one in the morning. "We should get some sleep"

"Can I stay here?" His daughter asked turning on her side.

"Of course" He smiled at her and letting her cuddle close to him. A few minutes later she was breathing evenly, asleep. He stayed up for a little longer listening to her breathing, kissing the top of her head a few times his thoughts back to his husband.

'Just hang on Kurt okay? I love you Angel and I'm not ready to part yet. So please, please hang on'. And with these thoughts he closed his eyes and followed his daughter into the land of dreams.

A/N: So did you like the family interactions or was it full of crap?

By the way I will post photos of all the dresses I spoke about in this chapter on my Tumblr so don't forget to check it too.

Love Helen