Blaine was hoping for just a few minutes of peace and quiet. That was all he wanted. He wanted to clean up the apartment a little bit to make it nice for Kurt when he got home, but the only thing on his priority list anymore was sleep.

He'd gotten maybe four hours of sleep in the past two days. Micah had woken up on Thursday with a fever and earache, so Blaine took off work to take care of him. The nine month old had refused to eat or sleep all day, no matter what Blaine tried. He considered taking him in to see the doctor, but he couldn't get him an appointment.

All through the night Micah had cried. Blaine eventually just let him lay on the other side of the bed, where Kurt normally slept. His husband couldn't have picked a worse time to travel. But it was Los Angeles, and Vogue was paying for him to go with Isabelle, his boss, so Blaine encouraged him to go with promises that he would take care of Micah and they would be fine.

At 3:30 in the morning on Friday he was really beginning to regret his decision. Micah was a picky eater on a good day, so getting him to eat when he was sick was like trying to skin a cat. He cried if Blaine didn't hold him, and he cried if he held him the wrong way. He cried if he was cold, and he cried if his blanket was wrapped around him too tightly. He cried when Blaine dared to doze off for more than five minutes, and he cried when Blaine hovered over him to try to help him feel better.

He just couldn't win. Blaine hadn't used any of his sick days at work, so he called in again on Friday to stay home. Their babysitter would probably quit if she had to take care of Micah all day. Blaine kept a close eye on his temperature, but it never went above 101.5. Kurt wouldn't be home for another day, and Micah was showing no signs of improvement. Blaine let him stay in his and Kurt's bed overnight again, and he got even less sleep than the night before. Micah cried until Blaine decided to give him a bath, and out of all the things he had tried, that was what soothed him.

He dressed the baby in some new pajamas Rachel had bought them, and it felt like a dream come true when he actually fell asleep. Blaine was holding him, but he didn't dare set him down. If he woke up and cried for the rest of the night, Blaine wouldn't forgive himself.

He couldn't sleep very comfortably with a baby in his arms, but at that point he was thankful for any sleep he could get.

When Micah woke up whining and whimpering, Blaine just wanted to roll over and ignore him, he was that tired. But Micah kept on, and Blaine forced himself to wake up and take care of him. His fever had been all over the place the past couple of days, but he felt pretty hot. Blaine held him and let him play games on his phone until that afternoon. Kurt would be home at around six, so Blaine had promised him he would fix dinner. Micah clung to him like glue, so Blaine held him on his hip with one hand and managed to cook with the other.

He had never been so relieved to see his husband before. When Kurt came in the door, Micah looked up and began to whine for him. Blaine walked over to him, his eyelids heavy, and Kurt kissed him on his forehead.

"He's sick," Blaine informed him, gesturing to their son. "He's been sick since Thursday. Nothing bad, but he hasn't slept. We haven't slept."

Kurt took Micah from his arms, and Blaine leaned into him. Kurt rubbed his back and simultaneously shushed his whining son.

"You're okay," he cooed. "Daddy's home."

"I'm making dinner," Blaine mumbled. "I got started late. He wouldn't let me put him down. It'll be done soon, though."

"No," Kurt said softly. "Go get in bed. You're exhausted. I can take care of him and finish up dinner. Take a shower first, and by the time you're done I'll have the food ready."

Blaine didn't need to be told twice. He felt bad that Kurt had to take care of the baby and make dinner right when he got home, but he hadn't had to be up for two days straight. Blaine had earned the right to sleep. He took a hot shower, and Kurt had everything finished by the time he was done.

Blaine ate everything on his plate, considering he hadn't had any time to eat since Micah got sick. Kurt held their son on his lap and managed to get him to quit crying long enough to eat. Blaine tried to listen to Kurt talk about his trip, and he was interested, but too tired to care at the moment. He tried to wash his dishes, but Kurt took them from him and forced him into bed.

"Just get some sleep," Kurt told him. "Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of it all." Blaine just nodded, and even though he felt bad about leaving Kurt to take care of the baby, he fell asleep without a second thought.

Author's Notes:

Yay a daddy Klaine drabble! I love writing Klaine with kids. It's so fun to write them as a little bit older and married and taking care of their babies.

Anyways.

I got some great prompts yesterday so I'll be filling them soon! And in between that I'll work on updating my other stories. Thanks for sticking with me through my writing break and leaving me super nice reviews and messages!