Chapter 4 is upon us! Thank you guys for all of the sweet feedback you've given me so far! Question: regardless of what happens with their relationship, do you guys want Ryan to stick around until the end of the story? And (if I even have a way to write him back in) do you want to see Tyler causing drama too? Leave me a review and let me know!

A few weeks passed and Blaine was still with Ryan. Their first date had gone amazingly, even though Blaine was still slightly upset at what he'd found out about Tyler. Ryan had dropped Blaine back off his apartment and left him with a gentle kiss goodnight, causing Blaine to grin for ages after he left.

He'd grown impossibly closer to Kurt, and he wasn't as terrified around Cleo - who absolutely adored him - anymore. He'd babysat a few times, but he didn't trust himself to look after a baby all night by himself so he'd only do it for a little while if Kurt had to run some errands or something.

Tonight, though, Blaine had agreed to look after her for the entire night as Kurt had to work late and he couldn't get a babysitter on such short notice. He knew he had the capability to look after her safely, he was just terrified that he'd do something stupid.

"I hope you realise you're leaving your child's life in my hands for the entire night," Blaine said as a way of greeting when he arrived at Kurt's apartment.

Kurt laughed in reply. "Blaine, if I didn't trust you I wouldn't be letting you look after her."

"I know you trust me," Blaine said. "I just don't think I trust me."

"You'll be fine," Kurt assured him. "I've written a list of things she is and isn't allowed to eat on the fridge, and I've written down when she needs to go to bed too. Most of her toys are in her bedroom and she's got loads of DVDs in there too if she gets restless. I'm only a phone call away if you need anything, okay?"

Blaine breathed out a nervous breath. "Yeah," he said. "Okay."

Kurt smiled. "She loves you, Blaine," he pointed out. "You're like her best friend."

"That's really cute," Blaine chuckled. "Okay, I think I've got this."

"Let me just go and get her up from her nap," Kurt said, heading in the direction of Cleo's room. He returned a few moments later with a very sleepy looking Cleo, her head on Kurt's shoulder and her eyes closed, her dummy in her mouth as she grasped Kurt's shirt tightly. "Baby," Kurt said softly, bouncing Cleo a little bit in his arms until she opened her eyes. "I need to go now, baby girl."

Cleo seemed to just stare at Kurt in confusion while he spoke before laying her head back down on his shoulder, eliciting a chuckle from Kurt. He gently eased her into Blaine's arms, shaking his head with a grin when she went willingly, cuddling up to Blaine and keeping her eyes shut.

"Try not to let her fall back to sleep or she won't sleep when it's her bedtime," Kurt said to Blaine, carding his fingers gently through Cleo's hair. "If you need anything, just call me, okay?"

Blaine nodded. "I think I'll be okay."

"You will," Kurt assured him. "Okay. Cleo, baby?"

Cleo didn't move an inch, only blinked her eyes open sleepily.

"Daddy will be back later, okay? I love you lots, you little monkey." He said, pressing a kiss to Cleo's cheek and causing her to giggle at the nickname.

Once Kurt was gone, Blaine sat down with Cleo on the sofa, trying to keep her from leaning against him and sleeping. He put the TV on at Cleo's request, putting her into her playpen with a few of her toys while he ventured into the kitchen to look at Kurt's lists.

Okay...he could do this. He'd be fine. He could cook, so that was dinner sorted. He (finally) knew how to change a diaper, so that was fine. Cleo was the sleepiest child Blaine had ever met, so getting her to bed shouldn't be an issue. Other than that, all Blaine had to do was keep her occupied, which would be easy.

Blaine jumped when he heard a loud crash sound from the living room, Cleo's cries filling the entire apartment. He dropped the list from his hand, all but sprinting back into the living room to find Cleo lying on the floor, her playpen turned onto it's side where she'd clearly tried to climb out and made the entire frame fall over.

"Cleo," Blaine said, rushing over to the one year old and lifting her into his arms, trying to calm her down a little. He sat down on the sofa and checked her head to make sure it wasn't bleeding or anything. "You're okay," he whispered, close to tears himself as he cuddled her close. "You're okay."

Cleo, however, wouldn't stop crying. Blaine stood up and bounced her gently, trying to calm her down. He could hear her voice growing tired, but she still wouldn't stop.

"Cleo," Blaine whined, sitting down on the sofa and bouncing her on his knee. He held her tightly against him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number, trying his hardest not to cry.

"Blaine?"

"Ryan," Blaine choked out, unable to hold his tears back.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ryan asked gently.

"I don't...I'm babysitting Cleo," Blaine explained. "I went into the kitchen for like thirty seconds and she tried to climb out of her playpen but she tipped the entire thing over and fell out and she won't stop crying and I'm freaking out."

"Okay, first of all - breathe," Ryan said. "Is she bleeding at all?"

"No," Blaine replied, trying to calm down. "I don't think she's hurt, but she won't stop crying and I don't know what to do."

"She's probably just scared from falling out," Ryan explained. "How long has she been crying for?"

"I don't know," Blaine said, still crying himself. "I don't know she's just...she's been crying long enough that she's struggling to keep crying."

"Do you want me to come over?" Ryan asked.

Blaine let out a shaky breath, wiping his eyes with his sleeve before putting his arm back around Cleo.

"I'm at Kurt's," he said. "Is it okay if I check with him first and then I'll send you his address?"

"Sure," Ryan replied.

A few minutes later, Blaine had already texted Kurt to make sure it was okay that Ryan came over, and he was texting Ryan Kurt's address.

Blaine leaned back against the sofa, cuddling Cleo tightly as she let out broken whimpers, clinging onto Blaine like her life depended on it.

He felt terrible for needing Ryan to come over and help him. How was he supposed to look after an entire class of kids by himself if he couldn't even look after one? How was he supposed to know that Cleo would try climbing out of her playpen anyway? She was having fun in there before he left.

Blaine was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on the door, which also resulted in Cleo beginning to cry loudly once again. He stood up and cradled her head to his shoulder, kissing the top of her head as he made his way over to the door.

"Hey," Ryan said when Blaine opened the door, leaning in and hugging him as best he could with Cleo in Blaine's arms.

"I'm so glad you're here," Blaine breathed. "I thought I could handle this but I can't."

"You can," Ryan countered, pulling back from the hug and leading Blaine over to the sofa. "Okay, let's make sure this little one is okay."

Cleo whined loudly at being taken away from Blaine, but Ryan immediately calmed her down, bouncing her on his knee and talking to her in a baby voice about Blaine being silly, causing her to giggle a little.

"How did you do that?" Blaine asked in shock.

Ryan smiled. "Did you even try? Or were you just freaking out?"

"Well, I..." Blaine sighed.

"Babies reflect your emotions," Ryan explained. "If she's already upset and then you get upset, she won't calm down. If she's upset and you're calm then she'll calm down."

Blaine deflated a little, leaning back against the sofa. "How the hell am I supposed to be a teacher if I can't even look after my friend's child?"

"As long as you tell yourself you can't do it, you won't be able to do it," Ryan said. "You're perfectly capable of looking after her, you just don't believe in yourself."

"I guess that's always been my issue," Blaine concluded. "I've never really felt like I was good enough for anything."

"Why?"

Blaine shrugged. "I guess because when I was younger I was never good enough for my parents," Blaine said. "They were never really accepting of me being gay and they just used that as a reason to put me down for anything. No matter what I did they were always comparing me to my brother, and they still do - 'Cooper has a good job and a family already - you're still in school and you're with that stupid boy, Timothy or whatever his name is.'" Blaine mocked.

"I'm guessing you don't like your brother that much?" Ryan asked.

"I do," Blaine corrected. "He's probably the only person in my family who couldn't care less that I'm gay, or that I'm basically just wandering around New York like a lost puppy who has no idea what he's doing. I just hate how my parents are always comparing us, it's like...no matter how hard I try I'm never good enough. The worst part is is that I feel so lost sometimes, but I know I could never go to my parents for help or advice because they'd just tell me that 'Cooper wouldn't have this problem, you know.'"

"Maybe you should stop listening to them, then?" Ryan suggested, standing up and picking Cleo's playpen up before setting her inside, both of them making sure to keep an eye on her this time around. "I mean, I know they're your parents, but they clearly aren't a positive influence in your life."

"That's easier said than done," Blaine said, cuddling up to Ryan's side when he opened his arms up. "It's like, even though nothing I do is ever good enough for them they never seem to leave me alone."

"Well," Ryan said, Blaine looking up at him in question. "I think you're amazing, so screw what they think."

Blaine smiled, leaning up to press his lips to Ryan's in a chaste kiss. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned round to see Cleo pulling herself up onto her feet using the bars of the playpen as leverage, causing his heart to speed up a little bit as he sat up straight. He sighed a little in relief when all she did was lift her arms up, clearly having learned her lesson the first time she climbed out.

He lifted her out of the playpen, smiling a little when she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder.

"What's wrong, little one?" Blaine asked, sitting down with Cleo on his lap.

"Want Daddy." Cleo said, hiding her face in Blaine's shit.

"He'll be home soon," Blaine assured her. "What do you want to do until then?"

Cleo looked up at Blaine, her face confused for a few moments before she pushed herself off his lap and ran into her bedroom.

"Blaine!" She called loudly, causing Blaine to laugh as he followed the one year old into her bedroom, finding her standing on her bed reaching up for the top shelf next to it.

Lifting Cleo up, he allowed her to grab a pink Lego box from the shelf before he set her back down on the floor and laughed as she ran excitedly through to the living room.

The three of them played with the Lego until dinner time, and then cuddled up one the sofa together and watched Winnie The Pooh until Cleo eventually fell asleep.

"I told you you could do it," Ryan whispered from the doorway of Cleo's bedroom as Blaine carefully laid Cleo down in her bed and tucked her in without waking her.

Blaine grinned, shooing Ryan out of the room with his hands and closing the door before kissing Ryan properly for the first time all night.

"You were right," Blaine whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryan's neck. "I overreacted about the whole thing."

"I'm always right," Ryan teased, pulling Blaine closer and kissing him again.

They continued to kiss for a few minutes until they heard the door opening, causing Blaine to pull away and hide his face in Ryan's shoulder.

"You can hide all you like, but I know what you were just doing," Kurt laughed as he entered the apartment.

Blaine whined, keeping his face hidden while Kurt and Ryan laughed at the situation.

"You guys are awful," Blaine commented, turning his face so that he could see Kurt but keeping his head against Ryan's shoulder.

Kurt shrugged, grinning proudly and pulling his coat off. "How did it go?"

Blaine finally pulled away from Ryan, holding his hand instead. "It went okay," he said. "It kind of start off terribly but, yeah..."

"I told you you'd be fine," Kurt pointed out. "She adores you. I also see she roped you into watching Winnie The Pooh." He laughed.

"Yeah," Blaine laughed. "She insisted."

Kurt shook his head with laughter. "Thank you so much for tonight," he said. "I've never really been comfortable getting babysitters. I don't really want a complete stranger alone in my house, much less alone in my house with my baby."

"It's fine," Blaine said. "I...if you need me to look after her again, I'd be happy too."

"You sure?" Kurt asked, smiling.

Blaine nodded. "I think I'm a little less afraid that I'm going to cause havoc."

"If anyone's going to cause havoc, it's Cleo," Kurt laughed. "Speaking of, I think I'm gonna go kiss her goodnight. Do either of you need a ride home?"

"I can drop Blaine off," Ryan said, Blaine nodding in agreement.

"Okay," Kurt smiled. "Thank you again - both of you."

"No problem," Blaine replied with a smile.