“Where are you?”

“I’m on my way home.” Blaine said through the phone. He was glad that his school week was finally ending. It was quite a stressful week. He couldn’t wait to get home and relax. “Thank God it’s Friday!”

“Yes, yes. While you’re out there celebrating, do you mind getting me some coffee on your way here? I have to finish my sketches tonight and my caffeine levels are dangerously low.” Kurt said pouting at his work table.

“Dangerously low? Don’t worry, the brave knight of the Anderson clan will save you!”

“My hero.” Kurt said, taking in a tone of a damsel in distress with a hint of annoyance. “Just hurry up and get here. Do you know my coffee order?”

“Of course I do.” Rolling his eyes at the reference. “ I’ve known ever since we were sixteen, Kurt.”

“Just checking. Can’t be too careful. How can I be sure that I’m the only guy you bring coffee to?”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Don’t change the topic. Who’s the guy then? Is he taller than me? Is he better looking than me?” Kurt accused playfully, trying to play the victim.

“I’m hanging up now.” Blaine warned.

“Do I know him? Who is he, Blaine? WHO IS HE?”

“Bye, Kurt.” Blaine said in sing-song as he hung up. He needs to get home fast or else Kurt will wreck havoc again. He dare not remember the last time he was deprived of caffeine in the middle of work time.

Blaine was blasting Katy Perry songs on his iPod as he reached their apartment. He checked their mail box and grabbed a couple of envelopes and Kurt’s vogue subscription. He scanned the mail while going up to their unit. Apparently the bills are here again, nothing new there. He kept on walking while reading his mail until he heard a disturbance in the song. “Since when did Last Friday Night have baby coos in it?”

He took off his earphones and looked for the source of the noise. He looked sideways and realized that no one in their floor has a baby so where the hell is that coming from?

He turned around the corner to his apartment and saw it; he knew where the noise was coming from. Lo and behold, a pink baby carriage was sitting right in front of his door. He almost didn’t notice the bulky travel bag on the corner as he walked towards it. He stared at the little baby wrapped in a blanket inside the carriage. It rocked a little as the baby kicked its legs.

“Where did you come from?”

Blaine looked around for a tag or something that would explain the appearance of a baby on his doorstep. He heard a crunching noise and realized that the baby had a grasp on a note. It was handwritten but Blaine didn’t recognize the penmanship.

Blaine and Kurt, 

                Please take care of my baby. I don’t know anyone else who could take care of her

The note didn’t end there. The rest of the message was smudged by . . . tears? Throw-up? Blaine didn’t know. He searched around their floor hoping that the person who left the baby was still around. He just assumed that’s how it worked. That’s how it worked in the movies, at least. He was hoping to see an emotional woman trying to spy around the corner but he didn’t find one. Disappointed, he went back to the baby. “What am I supposed to do with you?” Blaine asked hopelessly.

He really didn’t know what he was supposed to do. The note was addressed to them so the mother knew who she was leaving the baby to. This is not some random baby delivery. He picked up the carriage and the travel bag and decided to bring the baby in; at least he could start from there.

The apartment was quiet. He expected Kurt to have it filled with Broadway songs while he worked on his sketches. He placed the baby carriage on the coffee table and dropped the travel bag on the floor. The baby was blowing spit bubbles. She did look kind of cute; adorable even, Blaine thought. As he stared longer, the baby stopped moving. Afraid that something was wrong with the baby, he went on instinct and picked her up. Blaine didn’t know anything about this stuff. Why would someone give a baby to him in the first place? She wasn’t crying so he took it as a good sign. He carefully placed the baby back in the carriage when all of a sudden she breaks into a loud cry.

“Shh. Please don’t cry, baby.” Blaine pleaded to the little crying bundle. He picked her up on instinct again and rocked her back and forth. “Please don’t cry. I don’t like crying babies.” Blaine said as he continued to sway with the baby. “Would you like it if I cry? Huh? Would you like that?” Blaine felt silly as he heard the words escape his mouth. Of course the baby won’t talk back. The crying was getting louder and louder and Blaine just didn’t know how to stop it.

Kurt heard the door open but was too busy to greet Blaine. He just assumed that Blaine would come barging in their room, coffee in hand with a goofy smile on his face. But, he didn’t. Kurt heard someone talking and realized that Blaine might be watching TV. He didn’t mind the noise until it got louder. Kurt couldn’t concentrate so he decided to put an end to it.

“Honey, can you turn the volume down?” Kurt said as his head popped through the doorway. He was shocked by what he saw. Blaine was there, bouncing up and down carrying a . . baby?