A/N: Haii. Jacky and I are playing with rubber gloves and Claire is trying to sleep. Yup. The masterminds behind this collection. Annyway... our uploads are going to be very...very...stunted, as of the next couple of weeks. We obviously didn't get to 200 tonight... (mind you, we've got 2.5 hours, you never know...) :D But still, we've got a surprise coming and it HAS TO BE AT A SPECIFIC TIME so there's going to be a lull in the uploading while we finish it.

"Taylah, please!" Kurt begged over her crying. "You've been crying all day! Please Taylah, just please stop crying!"

Holding her to his chest, Kurt paced the room – too fast for it to be comforting.

"I've fed you, and changed you, and you don't want anything – for heaven's sake, you're not even tired!" he told her. "So can't you just please stop crying?"

When Taylah's cries just got louder, Kurt glanced at the clock in despair.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes, then Blaine would be home.

^.^

When Blaine arrived, Kurt was waiting next to the front door.

"Hey!" Blaine said happily. Kurt held Taylah out.

"Just take her."

"Why?" Blaine asked in concern, scooping her gently into his arms.

"Because I can't deal with her crying anymore!"

"Kurt... she isn't crying." Blaine told him gently. They both looked at the baby in his arms.

"Well that's just perfect!" Kurt said loudly, turning and bolting up the stairs.

"Now what have you done to your daddy?" Blaine asked her gently. Taylah cooed up at him, giggling happily. "Would it hurt you to behave for him once in a while?" She giggled again, waving her fists in the air, and Blaine smiled down at her, smoothing her hair back.

"I'm going to go look after your daddy, okay? Now, would you behave yourself?" Blaine asked her, mock-sternly. Taylah cooed as Blaine settled her into a playpen, reaching her hands out to bat at the mobile. Blaine leant down to kiss her cheek before turning the baby monitor on, disappearing up the stairs.

"Kurt? Babe? Are you okay?" Blaine asked hesitantly, knocking on the door of their room before pushing it open.

"Why does she hate me?" Kurt asked in a small voice, muffled by the pillows.

"Oh Kurt..." Blaine sighed, pulling him into his lap. "She's only a baby, she doesn't even know what hate is..." he soothed quietly, rubbing at Kurt's back as Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder.

"But she does." Kurt sobbed. "Why else does she cry all day?"

Blaine pulled his face up, kissing him gently.

"Remember what Carole said?" Blaine questioned. "About how babies pick up feelings and emotions easily?"

Kurt nodded into his shoulder, his grip on Blaine tightening briefly.

"I think that Taylah is just picking up on how tired and stressed you are." Blaine told him gently, still stroking his back.

Kurt pulled away from him.

"So now this is my fault?" Kurt demanded.

"No, of course not! It's just, I know you haven't been sleeping properly since we brought her home, so you're tired, and little things are stressing you out."

"No they –" he yawned "-aren't." He argued, burying his face into Blaine's chest.

"Shh." Blaine soothed. "Have a nap, and see if you feel better when you wake up."

"Mmkay." Kurt mumbled, cuddling into Blaine. "Taylah?" he questioned.

"I'll go get her when you fall asleep."

Kurt agreed, burrowing into the blankets. Blaine tucked him in gently, patting his back until Kurt relaxed, his breathing evening out.

Blaine waited a few more minutes, making sure Kurt was properly asleep before he slid out of the bed, switching the baby monitor off and going back downstairs.

^.^

Almost two hours later, Kurt made his way down the stairs.

"Feel better?" Blaine asked softly, wrapping him in a hug. Kurt let himself be held, nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck.

"Much." He grinned, but his eyes were still worried. "Where's Taylah?"

Blaine smiled at him reassuringly.

"She's waiting for you. In the kitchen." Blaine pointed. Kurt bit his lip hesitantly. "Want me to get her?" he offered, pulling back slightly and taking Kurt's hand.

"Blaine.. .What if it doesn't work? What if she really does hate me?"

Kurt had his eyes on the floor, and Blaine ducked until he could gaze up into Kurt's eyes.

"She doesn't hate you." He promised, kissing him softly. "You're stressed, so she's stressed, that's all." Blaine soothed, running a hand through his hair. Kurt nuzzled against his hand, eyes still worried. "Come on." Blaine said, tugging on both of Kurt's hands. "Come sit with me in the lounge, and relax properly, and then we'll worry about Taylah."

Kurt nodded again, letting Blaine pull him into the lounge and push him onto the couch, curling against Blaine's side.

Blaine petted his hair, rubbing at his back, waiting until Kurt relaxed completely against him before moving out from under him, kissing at his cheek.

He slipped into the kitchen, picking Taylah up out of her rocker. She cooed up at him, waving her fists in the air before tucking one into her mouth. Blaine smiled, kissing her forehead as he carried her back into the lounge room, whispering to her;

"Behave for your daddy now, please?"

Taylah giggled, making Kurt look up from where he'd settled back into being half awake, practically draped over the end of the couch.

"That's where you went." He murmered drowsily. Blaine laughed, running a hand through Kurt's hair comfortingly.

"I went to get our baby." Blaine murmered, settling back onto the couch at Kurt's side. "Hold your arms out." He instructed gently, placing Taylah in them once he did.

Taylah cooed again, grinning up at Kurt, and Kurt beamed down at her.

"Blaine!" he whispered. "She's smiling at me."

Blaine kissed his temple.

"See? You just needed to stop stressing."

A/N: This be Claire nao; Omg, this fic was like, three times longer then it should have been. It's been sitting open on my laptop for three or four days now (When stories are annoying me, I leave them open and unsaved until they get finished, or my laptop being on starts to annoy me), and just gah...