This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Don't Know Whether It's Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

"Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry Kurt! I need you!"

"Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed."

"And I don't need sleep? You think it's easy for me to function like this?" She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn't get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. "Who is that?" Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Guess," Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel's tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. "Does she know what time it is?"

"Mhm."

"You should never have done it in the first place," Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn't get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. "Rachel! Shut up!"

"Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won't call for the rest of the night! I'm desperate here!" She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn't really moved.

"This is your crotch goblin," Kurt snapped. "We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?" Now, he truly loved Rachel's son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

"Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking," she soothed. "Now, I'm going to do a video call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there."

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. "Where is the child's father?"

"It's okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better," she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn't even acknowledge her as he screamed again. "Jesse is working on that movie and won't be back until next week. Now pick up!"

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice's chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

"Brice? Hey buddy."

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

"Hi. What's the big deal?" Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt's name. "Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep."

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. "I'm telling you, it's all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants."

Kurt grinned. "Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!" He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

"He likes you better than me," Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice's face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. "Rachel, that's not true! Hey, don't cry! Listen, you're just tired and alone. It won't be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?"

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. "If I last that long."

"You will." He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. "I'm going to bed, Rach. I'll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?"

"Wait! You have to sing!" Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. "Please, Kurt! He won't sleep otherwise!"

"I thought you could sing?" Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. "You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better."

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. "He likes it when you sing. Please?"

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn't do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) "I'll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?"

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn't being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. "'Bout—"

"Wait!" Rachel interrupted. "You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance."

"Rachel, it's too early for choreography," Kurt replied, exasperated.

"Please?" She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. "You have to commit to it!"

"Fine," Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. "But I'm billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use." He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn't worry about making it look good this early in the morning. "'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ."

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel's neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby's eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

"Thank you so much, Kurt," she whispered. "I have no idea why he won't do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake."

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. "The boy knows talent, what can I say?" He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn't even argue. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine's head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine's. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine's quiet murmur.

"Le Jazz Hot?"

"Yes. Le Jazz Hot."

"Why don't you just record it?"

"We tried that. Rachel says he knows it's not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it's over."

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. "That kid is too smart for his own good."

"Mhmm."

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

"What do you think about us losing more sleep?"

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine's back. "Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I'm so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I'll blow you in the shower."

"Well, now I'm a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?"

At this, Kurt's eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. "Seriously? You want a baby?"

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. "Yes I do. We've talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don't know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you." He toyed with the collar of Kurt's silk pajama shirt. "You are just so good with him, I know you'd be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?" He smiled up at him hopefully.

"I don't know…"

Blaine's smile began to fade away.

"What if they sleep even less than Brice?"

Blaine's sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt's chest. "Don't scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?"

"I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you."

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt's lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt's lips. "I'm so excited I don't know if I can go back to sleep." Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn't wait.

"Well, why don't you come up with some names you like and I'm going back to sleep." He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

"Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!" He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. "Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn't a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn't it? I don't know about Glinda. It's not a bad name, but is it our baby? There's always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—"

"Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head," Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt's top button. "Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you'll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…"

"Blaine."

"Ugh. Fine. But don't think I'm not waking you up like you said."

Kurt didn't reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn't wait!

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Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)