Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

"I'm home!" Rachel called cheerfully, hanging her coat on the hook by the door and dropping her keys into the bowl. "I know I'm late, but Gregg kept asking to run the last number again and again, and you know that Leanne needs as much help as possible so I had to stay late. How are my boys?"

The scene in their tiny living room made her stop in her tracks.

Blaine was a sleep on the couch, limbs sprawled lazily. His glasses were askew, and his left arm hung off the side, poised above the book he had obviously been reading before he had fallen asleep. On his chest, centered directly over his heart, slept their tiny son, wrapped in the green blanket Blaine's mother had crocheted for him. Blaine's hand rested protectively on the little boy's back, keeping him safely in place as they both slept.

Tiptoeing over to the couch, Rachel carefully extracted the baby from Blaine's grasp and held him to her chest. She gently placed the back of her hand against his soft skin and was pleased to find that he felt cool to the touch. She brushed her lips against his hair and then moved into the small nursery they'd set up in the spare room of the apartment. Gently tucking the blanket around her son, Rachel rubbed his back soothingly before taking up the baby monitor and slipping back out into the living room.

Rachel crouched beside Blaine's head, leaning against the couch. She lifted a hand and gently slid his glasses off of his face, folding them and setting them on the coffee table. Blaine's hair was getting long—she'd have to remember to offer to cut in the morning—but for now she was content to running her fingers through the dark curls.

"Blaine, get up," Rachel whispered, trailing her fingers through his hair. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed."

Blaine awoke suddenly, squinting at her. He murmured something she didn't understand before sitting up abruptly.

"Where's the baby?" he asked, looking around the couch.

Rachel chuckled and placed her hands on his knees. "He's fine, Blaine. I just put him in his crib."

"Oh, okay," Blaine sighed, sagging back into the couch. "Good."

Rachel stood and slid on the couch beside him. "How's he feeling? Any change?"

Blaine nodded. "His fever broke around six this evening. I called the doctor, but she suggests we keep giving him the ear drops for another day at least."

"Poor baby," Rachel sighs. Her hand quickly finds its way back to the curls at the base of Blaine's neck. Perhaps she won't mention the haircut after all. "I remember getting ear infections when I was little. It kills me that he has to go through this."

Blaine smiles and squeezes her leg. "I know. But he's feeling better now, and in a day or two he'll be screaming simply for the fun of it and not because he's sick."

"Yay," Rachel sighed. "I can't wait."

They sat in silence, enjoying each other's company in the quiet of their apartment. With a three month old son, these moments were rare, and Rachel and Blaine knew to savor the rare moments where they could stop and catch their breath. Eventually, however, Rachel nudged Blaine awake again and pulled him toward the bedroom where they changed and slid into bed.

Raising her son by herself would have been impossible, Rachel thought. She knew that there would have been no way she would have been strong enough to do it if she hadn't had Blaine with her every step of the way. He provided her with so much strength, so much comfort, and Rachel knew she was perhaps the luckiest woman in the world to have him.

It was true that even two years ago Rachel would have laughed if anyone had suggested that Blaine Anderson would be helping her raise a child. A child that wasn't his. But although he was not the biological father to her son, that did not mean that Blaine loved him any less. To look at the two of them together, to see the completely love and adoration on Blaine's face as he held their son, or fed him, or even changed him. There was no question who that baby's daddy was.

The real father—Rachel refused to let herself think about him very often—had fled at the very mention of their son. But Blaine…Blaine has chosen to be there for Rachel and her baby. He had chosen to help build their little family. It was no wonder Rachel had fallen in love with him.

At one time in her life, she would have said that her entire world consisted of the stage, fame, and golden stars. But now? Now her world consisted of the man sleeping beside her in bed and of the little, tiny boy that slept soundly in the crib next door.

Her boys.

Oh, how she loved her little world.