"Kurt, go!" Blaine told his husband. "We'll be fine. You're only going into work for two hours." Kurt looked back at his husband. He wasn't showered, had large dark circles under his eyes and was wearing clothes that had questionable stains on them...possibly baby puke or poop. Kurt wasn't really sure. They only reason that Kurt didn't look that way was because Isabelle's assistant had called him in a panic over some emergency with an upcoming photoshoot that they were doing. Kurt was supposed to be out on paternity leave, but Isabelle wasn't in the country so he was the next person in charge.

"You can't do this by yourself. What if they both start crying at the same time and want to eat." Kurt said.

"We just fed them. They should be fine for two hours. They're sleeping." Blaine told him. "Plus, I have Penny to help me. Right honey?" he called to their three - soon to be four year old as she told them.

"Yeah Papa! I'm a big sister and I get to be a helper now." Penny proudly announced.

"Honey, I'm sure you'll be an amazing help. I'm just worried that watching three kids at the same time might get too challenging for Daddy." Kurt told Blaine. He glanced over to their three week old twins, Charlotte and Caleb. They were sleeping peacefully, but Kurt knew that they wouldn't stay that way. He was convinced that they were allergic to sleep...or nocturnal.

"Kurt, this is our new normal. We just need to get used to it." Blaine told him. "I'll be fine. Go save Vogue from whatever crisis is happening. They need you."

"You're absolutely sure?" Kurt asked, hesitation evident in his voice.

"Positive." Blaine replied. "Penny, tell your Papa to get lost."

"Get lost Papa!" The the little girl screeched joyfully with a laugh. Kurt took a deep breath and then grabbed his coat. He pulled it on and grabbed his car keys.

"I will have my phone on me." Kurt told him. "If you need anything, just call me."

"Okay, but we'll be fine." Blaine reassured him.

"Okay, I'm gonna leave now." Kurt said.

"Ok, Bye." Blaine told him before turning back to their youngest daughter. Kurt left the house and then headed to work, praying that everything would be okay.

"Alright, Pen, what should we do?" Blaine asked his daughter.

"Let's play princesses!" the little girl replied before running off to the playroom. Once there, she pulled out her huge hamper of princess clothes. "Daddy, you get to wear the purple tiara."

"Oh I do. Thank you." Blaine replied as he took the plastic piece of jewelry. Princesses wasn't his favorite game, but if there was one thing that Blaine loved most. it was seeing his little girl smile. "And what are you gonna wear?"

"I'm gonna wear the pink tiara and a pink skirt!" Penny announced. Suddenly she gasped and ran toward her bin of toys and pulled out a pair of high heels.

"Where did you get those?" Blaine asked.

"Aunt Rachel gave them to me! And I have another pair for you." she told him. She pulled a pair of hot pink high heels out of the bin and handed them to her father. For what occasion did Rachel ever wear these? They were horribly ugly.

"Daddy doesn't think his feet can fit in these." Blaine told her.

"Please, just try." Penny begged, her lower lip jutting out into a pout. Blaine was a sucker for that lip.

"Fine." Blaine sighed. Luckily, he had pretty small feet. He slipped his foot into first shoe. Crap, it fit.

"You're just like Cinderella! Put them on! Put them on!" Blaine slipped the other shoe on and then stood up. These hurt his feet. They were pinching his toes and digging into the back of his foot.

"Come on Daddy! We have to go to the kitchen and get the tea for our tea party." Penny told him. She slipped her own high heels on and shuffled into the hallway onto the hardwood floors. Blaine followed along behind his daughter. He walked slow and steady as he tried not to fall. "Daddy, you're going so slow!"

"I'm going as fast as I can Penny!" Blaine retorted with a laugh. They got to the kitchen and Blaine got out two tea cups and a tea kettle for them to play pretend with. Blaine set the dishes on the table and suddenly he heard one of the twins start making noise.

"Maybe they'll go back to sleep." Blaine thought. He thought wrong. The baby started screaming and then came screaming from the other set of lungs in the cradle.

"Hang on babies. Daddy is coming." Blaine replied. He turned abruptly and his ankle buckled underneath him and he went crashing down to the floor. When he landed, he heard a sickening crack and felt pain begin to radiate up his leg.

"Daddy? Daddy? Are you okay?" Penny asked, coming to her father's aid. Blaine gritted his teeth and laid on the floor.

"I'm okay. Penny, honey, I need you to go to the counter and get my phone." he told her. "I have to call Aunt Rachel." The three year old scrambled out of her own high heels and ran to the counter. She reached up really high and was just able to reach the cell phone. Then she ran it back over to her dad. Blaine dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Came Rachel's voice over the phone

"Rach, it's me." Blaine began. "I need your help. I tripped and fell and I think I fractured my ankle. I heard a crack."

"Oh my god Blaine. Where is Kurt?"

"He had to go into work. Please, I don't want to bother him. Will you please take me to the ER?"

"Of course, I'll be there soon." Rachel replied before hanging up. The next hour was a whirlwind of chaos. When Rachel got to the house, she put the twins in their carriers and loaded them in the car. Then she helped Blaine up and he hopped out to the car with Penny following behind them. They headed to the ER and Blaine was taken back to get assessed and get x-rays.

Meanwhile at work, Kurt had defused the crisis and everything was running smoothly. Maybe Blaine had been right. Everything was fine. Suddenly, he saw a phone call coming from Blaine's number.

"Hey honey." he said as he answered the phone.

"Hi Papa!" came Penny's little voice over the phone.

"Penny, what are you doing with Daddy's phone?" he asked.

"Aunt Rachel gave it to me to play with." Penny replied. "I saw your picture and wanted to talk to you."

"Why is Aunt Rachel there?" he asked. Suddenly, he heard sounds of "Code Blue" in the background. "Penny, where are you right now?"

"We're at the hospital. Daddy got a fraction in his leg." Penny told him. Kurt felt his heart rate begin to quicken. He knew something was going to go wrong.

"Penny, honey, where is Aunt Rachel?" he asked.

"She's trying to get the babies to stop crying. I think they're hungry." Good God. The babies were at that germy hospital. Their immune systems were not strong enough for that.

"I'll be there soon okay." he told Penny.

"Okay, bye Papa!" Kurt hung up the phone and grabbed his things and ran out the door. He sped all the way to the hospital and then ran into the ER. He saw Rachel sitting in a few chairs in the waiting room.

"Rach!" he called.

"Oh Kurt, you're here?" Rachel replied. "Wait, how are you here? I forgot to call you."

"Penny called me."

"She doesn't even have a phone…" Rachel looked over and then saw the young girl hiding her father's cell phone.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter. Where is Blaine?"

"He's in the back in one of the rooms. You can go back and see him. I'll watch the kids." Kurt nodded. That was a good idea. He asked the nurse at the front desk and she escorted him back. When he walked in the room, Blaine was lying on the bed. His foot was propped up on a pillow and was swollen and black and blue.

"Hi…" Blaine said hesitantly.

"You know, you were not the child I was supposed to be worried about getting hurt." Kurt told him with a smile.

"I know. I screwed up. It was an accident."

"Care to tell me how you managed to do this to yourself." Kurt asked.

"Well, Penny wanted to play Princesses. She got these high heels from Rachel and made me try them on." Blaine explained. "I tried to walk and then I turned my ankle and fell."

"Oh honey," Kurt cooed. "You were so not destined to be a princess...or a drag queen." Blaine let out a laugh.

"No, I guess you're right."

"You know Penny told me you have a fraction in your leg." Kurt told him. "Do you have an actual diagnosis?"

"The doctor came in before. It's a fracture in my ankle. It was complete and the bones are already aligned. I'll just need a cast and to be on crutches."

"I guess that's not too bad." Kurt replied. "This will make taking care of the twins even harder."

"I know. I'm sorry." Blaine replied.

"Do you think maybe we could call your mom?" Kurt asked. "I know that she's been wanting to come out and see the babies anyway. We could really use the help."

"I think that's a great idea. She would love that." Blaine said with a smile.

"Plus, she'll help take care of you too. You're an even bigger baby when you're sick."

"Rude!" Blaine exclaimed. "I am broken here."

"Well, I suggest learning to walk in heels properly." Kurt replied as he kissed the top of Blaine's head. The doctor came in not too much later and casted Blaine's leg and then they were able to go home. Kurt grabbed Blaine's things and then Blaine hobbled out to the waiting room on his crutches.

"Daddy, did the doctor fix your fraction?" Penny asked.

"Honey, it's called a fracture." Blaine told her. "And it'll take time, but I'll be just fine." That answer was good enough for the three year old. Rachel grabbed one of the baby's carriers and Kurt grabbed the other and they headed out to the car. When they got home, Kurt helped Blaine get comfortable on the couch and they he promptly threw out both pairs of Penny's high heels. After all, they didn't need anymore "fractions" in this family. Kurt already had way too much to worry about!.