Blaine rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes as he unlocked the front door, giving up on stifling the latest in a series of yawns that had been threatening to come out all evening. He loved teaching, and directing the show choir, but he already wasn't getting much sleep and competition season was going to kill him.
He smiled as he heard Kurt's high, clear voice coming from down the hall, singing the song that had been his favorite for months now. 6 months on Tuesday, to be exact.
Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.
Blaine walked down the hall, leaning quietly against the doorframe, content to watch Kurt pace the room.
Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
He'd always loved when Kurt spoke French, thought it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard. But it was different now, his lips curling fondly around the words. Blaine slid his jacket off, draping it over his arm as he began to loosen his tie, smiling in silent greeting as Kurt turned and caught his eye without stopping his song.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You'll understand.
Kurt inclined his chin slightly and Blaine approached quietly, pressing a kiss to the tiny head nestled in Kurt's arms, then to Kurt's cheek. The baby sighed and stirred a little but didn't open her eyes.
"Night, Shelly," Blaine whispered as Kurt let his own lips touch the mess of dark curls before carefully lowering the baby into her crib.