A/N: We like the idea of Klaine having kidlets. Apparently they get sick a lot though... :P

Rating: G/K

Blaine swore under his breath, hanging the phone up. He'd just tried calling Kurt again, and he still wasn't answering. He glanced at the clock, readjusting his grip on the baby in his arms. She whimpered sadly, and Blaine rocked her gently.

"Shush, it'll be okay, Daddy will be home soon." He whispered to her, turning to look out the window. "He'd better be."

Tahlia started coughing then – dry, hacking coughs that she had to fight for breath through. Blaine quickly lifted her up against his shoulder, patting her back, trying to make it easier for her to breathe.

He was still pacing the hallway when Kurt got home.

He rushed into the lounge room as Kurt opened the front door, trying to make sure Tahlia didn't get caught in the cold breeze coming through the door, and calling Kurt into the room after him.

"Blaine? Is she okay?" Kurt fussed, rushing into the room.

Blaine passed Tahlia over to him, gently wrapping her blanket back around her as Kurt settled her into his arms.

"Oh baby." He sighed, rocking her as she coughed weakly. Blaine turned worried eyes on Kurt.

"I don't think she's getting any better."

"What did the doctor say? When you took her this morning?"

"She thinks it's just a virus. She told me to take her back if she wasn't better by morning." Blaine said, stroking Tahlia's hair helplessly.

Kurt half-smiled, still worried.

"Well, that's what we're going to do. We're going to have dinner, and give her a bath, and then sit with her until she falls asleep." Kurt smiled. "Same as we do every night."

"I suppose." Blaine sighed. "I haven't had a chance to cook anything yet."

Kurt sighed, handing him the baby back.

"Take away?"

^.^

An hour later they rested at either end of the couch, discarded take away boxes scattered on the coffee table. Kurt held Tahlia, cooing to her as she yawned.

She'd been half asleep for quite a while now, but every time she started to slip into proper sleep, she'd have another coughing fit and wake herself back up. She was exhausted, grizzling and crying because she didn't understand why she felt so bad.

Seeing her like this was hard for them. She'd never been this sick before – normally confined to a cold, or blocked nose.

As the night went on, they listened in concern every time Tahlia coughed, trying to judge whether it was getting better or worse. Finally, some hours later, Kurt shot Blaine a worried look.

"I think she's getting worse..." He said, as Tahlia had another coughing fit, whimpering weakly. "I didn't think it would ever get this bad..."

Blaine nodded, leaning forward to take the baby, wrapping her blanket back around her.

"Shh." He soothed as she wheezed.

She cuddled into him, finally falling asleep with a sigh, her entire body going limp.

"There." Blaine sighed, slumping further down against the couch, his eyes already shutting themselves.

Kurt smiled fondly, disentangling their legs and grabbing a blanket, draping it over them both and settling back on the other end of the couch.

Blaine mumbled his thanks as Kurt reached to turn the lamp off, both of them too lazy to move upstairs to sleep in their actual bed.

Tahlia snuffled in her sleep, and both Kurt and Blaine froze, their eyes shooting open as they listened intently. When the room filled with her sleepy breathing again they both relaxed.

Blaine's soft voice broke the sleepy silence.

"Kurt?"

"Mmm?"

"I think she's going to be fine."

A/N: I guess it's just a good source of angst. 4 to go. 12 hours.