"We’ll be fine." Kurt murmured weakly. "I have my book. You’ll be ok."
"Okay," he whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. "I’ll be out later?"
Kurt drove one-handed, the other constantly reaching out for Blaine. He hated having to separate for the meeting, staying in the care.
Blaine kept a tight grip on Kurt’s hand and took a deep breath as he glanced at the building then back at Kurt. “Okay?” he asked softly, giving his hand a small squeeze.
Kurt took one last look at him and then left, holding Blaine’s hand. “We love you, baby boy.”
"Love you, sweetheart," Blaine said shyly, and wasn’t surprised when Alex just nodded. That was a start at least.
Kurt obliged, fiddling with the DVD player for a moment before kissing Alex’s forehead. “Last chance. Daddy’s leaving.”
"Love you, Daddy. See you after while," Alex said softly, giving him the go ahead to leave without him.
Kurt tucked a blanket around his shoulders and handed him a doll. “Behave, sweetheart. No snacking, Daddy’s going to bring you a treat.”
"Okay," he whispered, leaning against the couch. "Can you put in the Lion King for me, please?"
Kurt gathered some of Alex’s favorite toys, setting them in a circle on the living room floor. “Come here, sweetheart.” He called.
Alex had changed into his favorite footie pajamas and had grabbed his Franklin, but still gave Kurt a skeptical look. “Give me a warning call when you’re on your way,” he said softly as he sat down.
Kurt nodded again. “However you want to do it. Are you ready to go? I think I’m going to set the baby up in a living room nest.”
"Yeah, I just need to get my shoes. Get him set up and I’ll meet you by the front door." He gave him a small kiss and let him leave first before he went to get his shoes on.
Kurt nodded, handing him his toothbrush. “Do you need me to mediate for you?”
Blaine shrugged, brushing his teeth quickly. “It might be better if it was just me and him.”
Kurt was immediately at his side, rubbing his back. “My poor husband. You’re wilting, sweetheart. You need to rest. But you also need to talk to him. And work with him.”
"This whole thing is making me physically sick," he whispered, leaning into his side. "I think first needs to be the meeting which starts in an hour, then tonight I’ll sit down and talk to him."
Kurt went to find Blaine. “I don’t know what to do here, sweetheart. I need you to try and fix this.”
Blaine finished throwing up and wiped his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He sat back on his ankles and shrugged. “How can I fix it? He won’t talk to me.”