Kurt looked dumbfoundedly at the crib in front of him. His son, Toronto, was sleeping peacefully, and at two years old, looked so much like Kurt it was adorable. Rachel had agreed to being the mother, so long as she got to maintain a relationship with the child. Good thing, too, because Rachel and Blaine looked so much alike, Toronto actually looked like his and Blaine's kid.
Everything had been going great the past two years. But now he had a dilemna.
"Blaine?" He whisper-shouted, hoping his husband would wake up. "Blaine!"
"Mm?" The dark haired male gumbled, sitting up in the king sized bed in the bedroom of the tiny New York apartment.
"Tori is sucking his thumb!" Kurt panicked. "Now he's going to have crooked teeth, and he's going to have to wear braces in middle school and that's just not cool and now no guy or girl will want to marry him because he has crooked teeth and-"
"Kurt," Blaine said gently, getting up to place a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Just put the pacifer in it's place. We can get the habit to break soon, okay? Calm down and come to bed."
Blue eyes blinking, Kurt smiled softly and looked to admire his baby once more. Sqaure jaw, pale skin, small nose (like Kurt), and dark tumbling brown hair and a wide mouth (like Rachel, and therefore like Blaine). "Okay."
He kissed his husband softly before climbing back into bed with him, falling asleep quickly.
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