[A/N] Now I wrote half of this and then wrote the other half, but my internet crashed and I lost the second half, so I had to rewrite it. I'm not sure how it turned out, but here it is! There's more on Blaine and Kurt's occupations here and there isn't as much family time, but next chapter I will be focusing a lot more on Klaine being daddies! Enjoy!
One thing that Blaine and Kurt noticed was that Elijah wasn't a particularly loud baby. Considering everything that had happened with him, he barely ever cried. However, when he did cry, he cried. Loud, ear drum bursting wails that echoed through the entire house. They didn't even need the baby monitor to wake them up, even though Elijah's room was down the hall.
On their first night with him, Carole helped a lot by showing them the best ways to calm him down. She explained that Finn had been a particularly loud baby, especially as he hurt himself a lot. Unfortunately, after a week, Burt and Carole had to leave and therefore Blaine and Kurt were left to do it alone. Although they loved their son dearly and were eager to make him as happy as possible, being woken up at 4 AM after only a of couple hours sleep wasn't something they enjoyed.
"Your turn," Blaine mumbled into his pillow when the wails were heard once again.
"Blaaaaaine, you said you'd take this one. I have to go and talk to my boss tomorrow, you can sleep in," Kurt complained.
"Ugh, fine," Blaine moaned, rolling over and letting his feet drop over the side of the bed. He shuffled down the hall to Elijah's room, opening the door and letting light spill into the nursery. He took a quick glance around as his eyes adjusted. Burt had helped Kurt decorate the nursery in the short amount of time he was here. Now the walls were duck egg blue, the cot in the corner was a soft, light wood with blue and cream bedding and there was a changing table, chest of drawers and tiny wardrobe to match. Blaine couldn't help but smile at the two cream, cushioned, high back chairs that sat in one corner, allowing Kurt and Blaine to sit together at bed time and read to Elijah or cuddle him.
"What's wrong, my little angel?" Blaine asked as he reached into Elijah's crib and scooped him out, holding the crying baby close to his chest. Elijah didn't stop crying, but his whimpers died down a bit. "You know, I think your lungs rival your Aunt Rachel's. You know her and Uncle Finn can't wait to meet you this weekend, but if you cry like that then Uncle Finn's eardrums will burst and Aunt Rachel will want to have screaming matches."
Blaine bounced Elijah gently on his chest. Elijah's crying calmed a little, turning into whimpers that were muffled against Blaine's sleep shirt. "Are you okay now baby? Now that you made Papa get up?" Elijah gurgled, as if in agreement. "You really are a little devil. And so is Daddy for continuing to sleep. You two just don't want me to sleep, do you? But I love you both anyway."
By this time Elijah had quietened down and his little mouth stretched into a yawn. "That's it, you go back to sleep," Blaine whispered.
He stood for a few minutes, rocking Elijah until his minute eyelids fluttered shut and he fell back to sleep. Blaine couldn't help but smile at how adorable his son was. He gently laid him back down in the cot and pulled the cover over his small body, before leaning over the side to kiss his head. "Goodnight," he muttered, and crept slowly out of the room and back to bed. When he slipped under the covers, Kurt immediately wrapped his arms back around him.
"I love you, too," Kurt mumbled, sleepily.
"Hmm?" Blaine tilted his head to look down on his husband in the dark.
"The baby monitor was on," Kurt explained. "Your really cute. I like hearing you call yourself 'Papa'."
"And I like being Papa." Blaine shuffled down the bed slightly so that he and Kurt were face to face. He dropped a kiss to Kurt's lips before snuggling into his chest. "I like being Papa with you."
"And I like being Daddy with you."
"Where's my nephew?" Rachel's voice echoed from the hall.
"Rachel!" Kurt ran into the hall and put a finger over his sister-in-law's lips. "Elijah's taking his nap!"
"Too late!" Blaine called from the living room, and Kurt groaned in frustration.
"You know, we gave you a spare key to check on the house when we were away, not to let yourself in whenever you come over," Kurt complained.
"We're family, what's the point in knocking? Now, where's my nephew?" Rachel repeated.
"He's in the living room with Blaine. But try not to be too loud, he's only just woke up," Kurt warned.
Rachel kicked off her heels by the door and quickly dropped her coat over the banister before rushing into the living room. Finn stood, looking slightly baffled, by the front door.
"I'm pretty excited to see the little guy too, but she's been buzzing the whole way. Wouldn't stop talking. Something about starting voice lessons as early as possible," Finn said.
"Well, let's go save my son from my crazy sister-in-law," Kurt smirked.
Finn followed Kurt into the living room, where Rachel had already taken Elijah into her arms and was holding him carefully to her chest. "Kurt, he's the cutest little thing ever. He looks just like you. And he has Blaine's nose," she babbled.
"Rachel, he's not biologically ours. He can't look like us," Kurt reminded her.
"No, he definitely looks like you both, genes or no genes," she insisted.
"Can I hold him?" Finn asked, eagerly.
"As long as you're sitting down," Kurt replied. "You drop everything you hold."
"Hey, I've only just held him," Rachel complained.
"You'll get plenty of time to hold him," Blaine said.
Rachel frowned, but kissed her nephew's cheek and carried him over to where Finn was now sat firmly. She held him out to Finn and placed him in Finn's arms.
Elijah looked up at Finn curiously. Blaine understood that, even sitting down, Finn was pretty giant, and baffled the majority of people with his size. Elijah's eyes darted over to his fathers, as if uncertain. Smiles from both his parents and from Finn seemed to encourage him, and one of his arms swung around to gently land on Finn's face and then dragging down to his neck. Finn chuckled at him.
"Hey, little one, I'm your Uncle Finn," he introduced himself. "God, guys, he's so small."
"He is only a few weeks old, Finn," Kurt reminded him.
"Looks like you're going to be Blaine-size," Finn said.
"Hey!" Blaine protested.
"Don't worry, honey, you're just fun-size," Kurt assured his husband, giving the small of his back a rub. Blaine frowned, but didn't protest any further.
"Still can't believe I'm an uncle," said Finn.
"You can be a fun uncle all you want, Finn, but I swear if you teach him to cuss before he's even in high school, I am going to murder you," Kurt told him. Finn gulped rather loudly.
Elijah, who had previously been blinking up at Finn in curiosity, now emit of series of whimpers. "Looks like someone's hungry," said Blaine. He walked over to Finn and scooped Elijah out of his arms. "Come on, papa will feed you, baby."
Rachel shot up straight away. "Oh let me do it!" she called, rushing after Blaine in the direction of the kitchen and leaving her husband and brother-in-law smirking after her. Finn and Kurt sat in silence for a moment, until Finn broke it.
"I'm really happy for you guys, you know. We both are," he said.
"Thanks, Finn," Kurt replied.
"Really," Finn continued. "I don't know any couple who deserves this as much as you do. And to think we thought it was going to take years. You're really lucky."
"I know, I still can't believe he's ours. I know we've only had him a couple of weeks, but he's already our son and I can't imagine what we'd do without him," Kurt said.
Finn smiled at his brother. "You're going to be the best dad," he said.
"And you're going to be the best uncle," Kurt returned. "Though I'm sure there are going to be a few times you bring him home sugared up or cursing, I don't doubt that you're going to do a great job."
The brothers smiled at one another, before Finn jumped up out of his seat and wondered over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around him.
"Thanks, dude," he said. "I can't wait."
Time passed quickly and soon, Kurt had to return to work at Vogue. He hated the idea of not seeing his son and husband all day, but he knew that they needed the money. So, after a month of spending time with his son and husband, Blaine was left to look after Elijah alone for the day. Which was okay with him; he loved spending time with his son. However, he realised that without Kurt there, he was worried every time he left Elijah alone.
He left Elijah in his cot in the nursery whilst he showered, taking the baby monitor into the bathroom with him, but then came running out, dripping wet and in a towel when he was sure that he heard a noise from the baby monitor. When he got to the nursery, there was Elijah still napping in his cot with his fingers hanging from his mouth. Blaine sighed and went back to get dressed.
All day, every time he left Elijah alone he was sure something would happen and came running back into the room. By the time Kurt got home, Blaine was in the kitchen, Elijah on the floor in his baby seat, and carefully cooking dinner, glancing at his son every so often.
"Hey, honey, how was your day?" asked Kurt when he came in, scooping his son out of the chair and giving him a kiss on the head, before walking over to the husband and doing the same.
"It was okay, I guess. I was being a bit of a worry wart and had to keep Elijah in my sight at all times, but hopefully, that will change once I get used to it," Blaine replied. "And how was your day?"
"Hectic! The magazine have hired a bunch of new writers and most of them are stuck up and impatient. One of them yelled at me for not being quick enough when I was photocopying. At least the others had to decency to just sigh really loudly," he reported.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Blaine replied. "I'm sure once you get to know them things will get a lot easier."
"I really do hope so," said Kurt.
Blaine finished up dinner and took it through to the living room, where they ate from dinner trays on their laps. Both had agreed that sitting at the table made them uncomfortable when Elijah would have to sit in his support seat on the floor, therefore they decided to eat on dinner trays until Elijah was old enough to sit in a high chair.
"Are we going to talk about daycare?" asked Blaine. "I'm going to have to go back to work, there's only two months left of the school year, and there's only so long I can get cover for."
"I talked to Sarah, who's got a daughter a year older than Elijah, and she said she's been going to this daycare not far from the office for about six months now and is really pleased with them. She wrote down the number and who to talk to, so I think I'll give them a call tomorrow," said Kurt.
"I know I need to go back to work, but I still hate the thought of leaving him with strangers," Blaine said, sadly.
"Me too, but I know we're going to have to. We have no friends or family that live near by and don't have to go to work," Kurt replied.
"At least school will be over soon after I go back. Then I have all summer with my son and my husband," Blaine said with a grin.
"I love being a family with you," Kurt sighed, dreamily.
"And I love being a family with you," Blaine replied.
Blaine's return to work came way too soon. Way too quickly, Blaine was kissing Kurt and Elijah before heading off to school. He knew he'd miss his son; they hadn't been apart since he was brought home, but he knew that it would be worth it to be able to pay the bills.
When Blaine walked into the staff room, Heather, a fellow colleague and good friend of Blaine's was already waiting for him with coffee.
"Blaine!" she called when she saw him, holding the mug out to him.
"Heather, you are a life saver!" he replied as he scooped the mug from her hand and took a gulp. He smiled at her and gave her a hug, thanking her for the coffee.
"How's little Elijah? Do you have pictures?" she asked eagerly.
Blaine unlocked his phone and quickly flicked through the pictures he had of their son with Heather. "And this is of Kurt with Elijah last night, when they both fell asleep on the coach. It was the most adorable thing I've ever seen."
"He's so cute, Blaine," Heather said. "I bet you're going to miss him today."
"I sure am. But I've got to get back to work at some time," Blaine replied. "Anyway, what have I missed here? Anything interesting happen whilst I was away?"
"Well, little Tommy Simmons broke his leg and is on crutches, Holly Thompson's joined choir, Tanya Reilly is moving to Florida at the end of the school year; I think that's it really. It's been pretty quiet," Heather updated.
"And how's choir going? I text Gemma, who's been covering, but her replies were very vague," Blaine questioned.
"I think they've just missed you. They've all been asking when you'll be back," Heather replied.
"Well, I look forward to choir practice at lunch then," Blaine said with a grin.
"Mr Anderson, you're back!" Angela was the first in the choir room at lunch, and her face lit up at the sight of Blaine.
"I sure am," Blaine replied.
"Did I hear Mr Anderson's back?" came another voice. Dylan was next to enter, followed by the rest of the group of middle schoolers. They all grinned at Blaine's return and babbled excitedly.
"Have you guys been practicing properly with Mrs Morton for the show at the end of the year?" he asked.
"We tried," piped up Elise. "Mrs Morton wasn't as good as you though."
"Well, we'd best get practicing then," Blaine chuckled.