Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.

PROLOGUE: September 10, 2021

Kurt closed the door to the labor and delivery room with shaking hands. I can't do this, he thought frantically. There is no way I can do this.

He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, ignoring the curious looks from nurses walking up and down the hall as he covered his face in his hands. How did I think I could do this? he thought, his throat tightening. I shouldn't be a father. I'll be a terrible father.

But his child was going to be there any minute now, whether he liked it or not. Whether he was ready or not.

"I have to do this," he whispered. "I'm going to be a dad. I've always wanted to be a dad."

He glanced back at the closed door and swallowed hard.

This was really, really happening.


"Are you serious?" Burt said.

"Look at how cute he is," Mollie cooed, peeking into the living room. "He's so adorable."

"He's got a baby doll," Burt said flatly.

"So?" Mollie said. "Oh, he's the cutest thing."

She smiled widely at the sight of her little boy. Three-year-old Kurt sat on the couch quietly watching The Little Mermaid, his tiny bare toes wiggling in time to the music. He sucked on a pacifier (a habit his parents were desperately trying to get him to break) and in his small arms he clutched a baby doll, wrapped tightly in Kurt's own beloved blankie. Kurt absently rocked the baby doll back and forth, still absorbed in the movie.

"Why'd you get him a baby doll?" Burt asked, perplexed.

"Because he asked for it," Mollie said. She turned around to face her husband. "We were in the toy aisle at Target and he started doing that little grabby hands thing and he looked so sad…so I bought it for him." She glanced back at Kurt. "He named it Ralph. Isn't that cute?"

"But…but Moll, he's…he's a boy," Burt said, floundering helplessly. "It's kind of weird that a little boy would want a baby doll, right?"

Mollie shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with it," she said. "If anything, it's teaching him to be gentle and nurturing. That's not a problem, right?" Burt scratched the back of his neck. Her eyes narrowed. "Right?"

"I guess not," Burt sighed.

Mollie poked her husband lightly in the ribs. "Come on, it's cute," she said. She squeezed his arm, then headed into the living room.

Kurt glanced up as she sat down next to him on the couch, breaking into one of his sunny smiles and clambering onto her lap. "What are you up to, KK?" she asked, popping the pacifier out of his mouth.

"Rocking my baby," he said, hugging the soft doll to his tiny chest. "He's sleeping, Mommy."

"Oh, I see," Mollie smiled, brushing Kurt's hair off his forehead. "So we should be quiet so we don't wake Ralph up, right?"

Kurt nodded solemnly and rocked the doll back and forth. "I want to be a mommy when I grow up," he announced.

Mollie was flabbergasted into silence for a moment. "That's wonderful, Kurt," she said, recovering quickly. "But you grow up to be a mommy, you have to be a daddy."

Kurt scowled. "Why?" he asked.

"Because you're not a little girl."


"Because you're a little boy."


"Because little girls grow up to be mommies and little boys grow up to be daddies," Mollie said. Kurt's scowl deepened, and she hastened to explain. "The only difference is the name, precious. Daddies love their babies and take care of them just like mommies do. They just don't carry the baby in their tummy like a mommy does."

Kurt brightened. "Okay," he said, pleased. "I wanna be a daddy when I grow up."

"I'm sure you will be a very good daddy," Mollie said, kissing Kurt on the cheek as he cuddled his baby doll.

"Sh, Mommy," Kurt commanded, putting one chubby hand over Mollie's mouth. "Ariel singing."

"Sorry," she whispered, half laughing against his small fingers. She kissed his palm and glanced back at Burt. Her husband was watching them, grinning almost foolishly, and she smiled back.


Burt glanced away from the TV to find his eight-year-old son fast asleep, looking tinier than usual in the overstuffed armchair. He looked up at the clock and sighed. It was already past ten- definitely past Kurt's bedtime.

With a grunt he stretched for the remote and switched the television off, then sat back and surveyed his son. Kurt was out like a light, slender arms and legs splayed out, lips parted as he breathed heavily. Burt stood up and walked over to him, about to wake him up. He paused, though, as Kurt shifted a little in his sleep, and decided against waking him.

Burt leaned down and picked Kurt up, letting his son's head fall against his shoulder. Kurt whimpered. "It's okay, kiddo, it's just Dad," he soothed, patting Kurt's back. Kurt sleepily wrapped his legs around Burt's waist and didn't fight back.

Burt carried his son carefully up the stairs, rubbing his hand against the small of Kurt's back. He should have been in bed already, he scolded himself. He had been a single parent for almost a year now; surely he could at least remember his kid's bedtime, right?

Kurt burrowed drowsily into Burt's shoulder as he carried him into his room. "Okay, kiddo, let go," Burt said, tugging at Kurt's arms around his neck. "You gotta let go, Kurt."

Kurt frowned but obeyed as Burt set him down on his bed. "You awake enough to get into your PJs, scooter?" he asked. Kurt made a displeased, noncommittal noise and buried his face into his pillow. Burt sighed and started unbuttoning Kurt's school shirt.

Kurt sort of woke up as Burt helped him into his sleep clothes, an oversized tee shirt and thick flannel pajama pants (the kid was always freezing when he slept), but he frowned deeply, his eyes squinty with sleep. "All right, there you go," Burt said, tossing Kurt's school clothes over the back of a chair. "Bedtime, kiddo. Under the blankets."

Kurt obeyed sleepily, crawling under the covers as Burt tugged them around him. Burt squeezed his shoulder. "You need anything?" he asked.

To his surprise, Kurt reached one arm up and hugged Burt around the neck. "You're a good dad," he yawned. "When I grow up…I wanna be a dad like you."

Burt stared down at his child. He wasn't a man to get choked up, but damn, he was close. He hugged Kurt tightly to his chest. "Sweet dreams, scooter," he said gruffly. Kurt kissed him on the cheek and let go, snuggling into his pillow with an angelic smile on his face. Burt brushed his hair back, his heart aching, and slipped out of the room.


For the fourth time that day, Quinn darted into the girls' bathroom, her hand over the mouth. She shoved the door open, ignoring the shocked occupant standing by the sink, and hurtled into the nearest empty stall. It wasn't easy to get on her knees anymore, so she ended up crouching, one hand pressed against the flimsy wall to brace herself as she threw up.

She paused, gasping a little, her eyes burning in shame and frustration and the pure uncomfortableness of it all, and realized that there was a gentle hand on her back. "Are you done for the moment, you think?" Kurt asked gently.

She sighed. "I don't know," she said. "I don't know."

Kurt flushed the toilet gingerly with the toe of his boot and smiled at her, looking vaguely alienlike with the tinges of purple clinging to his ears and cheeks. "Want to sit?" he asked.

"I guess," she said bitterly. He held onto her arm as she slowly lowered herself down, on hand on her rounded belly. "Why are you in here?"

"Slushied again," he sighed. He sat down next to her, their knees touching. "So the morning sickness. It's not letting up."

"I'm seven months, it's supposed to be over," she said, angrily swiping at her suddenly watering eyes. "I'm so tired of this. Of everything."

"I can imagine," he said. He clasped his hands together. "So her name's Beth?"

"Puck's naming her Beth," she said, folding her arms and resting them on her belly. "Her parents can name her whatever they want, I don't care."

Kurt picked idly at his thumbnail. "So you're definitely giving her up for adoption?" he said. "I mean, I know you were going back and forth for a while…"

"Definitely adoption," she said, still rubbing her eyes in the vain hope that they would just stop welling up. "Definitely. I'm not…I'm not ready to be a mom. I mean…I'm…I don't have a home anymore, I'm living with Mercedes' family, and…and there's no place for a baby in my life." She dug the heel of her palm against her eyes so hard it hurt. "Maybe I should have aborted the damn thing when I still had the chance."

Kurt said nothing for a moment. "You know, my mom was in high school when she had me," he offered softly.

"Yeah?" Quinn said sharply. "How'd that work out for her?"

"She…gave up everything to have me, married my dad, and got kicked out of her house," Kurt said, his lips quirking a little. "In that order, actually." He looked up and smiled. "I wish you could talk to her. She would have taken you in in a heartbeat, like a little lost duckling."

"Why can't she?" she said, suddenly envisioning an idyllic life with Kurt's family, her baby cooing in her arms.

Kurt faltered. "She…she died when I was eight," he said.

And there came the guilt. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I just forgot," she apologized, reaching over to take his hand. He squeezed it. "Thank you for staying with me. I'm so used to waiting most of this out on my own…"

"Well, I would much rather sit with you on a dirty bathroom floor than run laps in gym class, so thank you," Kurt grinned. They smiled awkwardly at each other until she dropped her gaze, still feeling ashamed at snapping at him just a moment earlier. Kurt cleared his throat. "So have you met with any adoptive parents?"

She shrugged. "I'm supposed to meet with a social worker about it," she said. "I'm not looking forward to it, to be honest."

Kurt looked down at their still-linked hands. "Would you…would you ever consider letting a…a gay couple adopt your baby?" he ventured.

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "You're a bit young to be a baby daddy," she said, half-teasing.

"No, no, I don't…I mean, not now," Kurt stammered, his cheeks going slightly pinkish. "But…I mean…I've always wanted to be a father, and, well…I don't know if anyone would ever even consider giving their baby to…to someone who was gay."

Quinn leaned back against the stall partition and smiled. "You know, if you'd asked me that a year ago, I would have said no without even thinking," she said softly. She leaned her head back, eyeing him critically. "At this point, though, as long as I knew the baby was going to a family that wanted her and would take care of her, I would be fine."

"So…a gay couple would be okay," he said, his eyes still wide and blue.

"As long as they promised not to let her turn into another Rachel Berry," she teased.

Kurt relaxed and smiled. "The world only needs one Rachel," he agreed.

Quinn winced. "Oh, she's awake," she grunted, patting her belly. She looked up at Kurt's wide-eyed face and slipped her fingers out of his grip, placing his hand on her stomach. "Here. Wait a second."

"Quinn, I don't-"

The baby kicked, sudden and sharp, and Kurt jumped. "Oh my god!" he said, lighting up in a smile. "Oh my god, she kicked!"

"She does it a lot," Quinn said. "Usually she waits until I'm in class. Sneaky thing."

Kurt scooted closer. "Hi, baby," he cooed. "Hi, little Beth." He looked up. "Is it okay if I call her Beth?"

"I don't mind," she said.

"Hello, little Beth," he said. "Ooh, you're going to be a dancer with kicks like that. Or a cheerleader like your mama."

Quinn watched Kurt pat her round belly gently, murmuring to the baby, and suddenly her heart tightened. If he doesn't get to be a father, life just isn't fair for anyone, she thought, and she reached over to smooth Kurt's hair in a gentle, almost motherly gesture.


"…and so that's the fifth time the council voted me down for a solo," Jeff continued.

Wes tossed an empty soda can across the basement and bopped Jeff on the head. "God, Jeff, stop complaining already," he said.

"Well, Kurt asked," Jeff said, clearly offended.

"I think he was just being polite," Thad said. "Good manners are the hallmark of a Warbler."

Blaine leaned back against the couch and laughed as Jeff stomped away to sulk. The Christmas break Warbler sleepover was one of his favorite traditions, especially since this year they were in David's huge basement. Kurt perched next to him with his legs crossed Indian-style, dressed in a loose gray hoodie with the sleeves pushed up and red plaid pajama pants so long the hems covered his feet. He was sort of participating in the boisterous back-and-forth conversation, mostly by laughing and smiling awkwardly while he fiddled the tab on a can of Sprite Zero. Blaine leaned over and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Having fun?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," Kurt said, his smile widening. "This is fantastic."

The basement door swung open. "David?" Mrs. Barnes called. "I hate to interrupt, but Lucy stopped by and I figured you'd want to see her."

David scrambled to his feet. "Send her down, we're decent," he hollered.

"Ooh, David's got a girlfriend," Dylan teased. Nick made kissy noises.

David just rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous," he said.

Lucy skipped down the stairs, still dressed in her navy winter coat and white beret. She held a toddler on her hip, also bundled up in so many layers that he looked almost spherical. "Hi, boys," she sang. "Don't mind me, just stopping by."

David bent to kiss her. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm dropping off belated Christmas gifts, mostly of the baked goods variety," Lucy grinned, adjusting the little toddler on her hip. "I had to bring the baby with me."

"Aw, who's this little guy?" Dylan asked.

"This is the youngest of my six brothers, Toby," Lucy said. She took Toby by the wrist and waved his little hand up and down. "Say hi to the Warblers, Toby. Say 'I'm gonna be a Warbler when I'm big'."

"All in favor of voting Toby Trevelyan a Junior Warbler, say aye," Wes said promptly. He was promptly ignored.

Toby wriggled in Lucy's grasp and whined. She sighed. "All right, Tobester, I'll put you down for a little bit," she said, putting him down carefully on the floor.

Blaine grinned as the three-year-old waddled around the basement, swathed in so many layers that he could barely move. "Hey, little guy," he said, patting the top of Toby's knit hat as he passed by. Toby ignored him, however, making a beeline towards Kurt. Kurt set aside his soda can.

"Hi," Kurt said. Toby raised his small arms and opened and closed his mittened hands. "You want up?"

"You can hold him," Lucy smiled. "He's very cuddly. Which is good, because he's the youngest of seven. There's a lot of cuddling that goes on."

Kurt gingerly picked Toby up and set him on his knee. "Oh, he's so cute," he said, tapping the tip of his finger to Toby's button nose. "Hi, buddy." He looked up at Blaine. "Oh, god, I sound like my father."

Blaine laughed. "I think he likes you," he said. Kurt beamed and bounced Toby on his knees.

Lucy glanced down at her watch. "Oh, I'd better be heading home, it's time for him to have dinner," she said. "Come on, Toby baby, let's go home to Mommy."

Toby pouted, but allowed Lucy to pick him up. Lucy kissed Kurt on the cheek. "We're still going shopping next week, right?" she said.

"Oh, definitely," he said.

"Bye, Lu," Blaine said, pinching her affectionately.

"Bye, Blaine," she said. "Bye, boys! Have a good sleepover! Make good choices."

David took Lucy by the hand and walked her up the steps. Kurt picked up his soda can. "Oh, that little boy is so cute," he said.

Blaine leaned back, stretching his legs onto the coffee table. "I hope my kids are that cute when I have them," he said.

Kurt choked. "Y-you what?" he sputtered.

"When I have kids," Blaine repeated, tilting his head to look at Kurt. "I want kids someday."

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or not, but Kurt's ears seemed to be turning red. "You want kids?" he said.

"Yeah, one or two," Blaine said. "Maybe three. I don't know. It depends on if my partner wants a lot of kids too." He nudged Kurt lightly. "Oh, come on. You think about it, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Kurt said into his Sprite Zero can.

"So?" Blaine prodded. "How many, boy or girl, names?"

"Two kids," Kurt confessed. "A boy and a girl. And I don't…I don't really have any boy names that I like, but I always thought it would be nice to name a daughter after my mother."

"What was her name?" Blaine asked, his tone gentling a little. Kurt never talked about his mother.

"Mollie," Kurt said softly, his cheeks definitely turning red.

"Mollie," Blaine tried. "Very cute. I like it."

Kurt's face went from slightly red to almost tomato, and he took a long swig of his Sprite.


"All right, you little barf machine," Finn said, eyeing his baby sister carefully. "You're done with the spitting up for the night, right? Right, Emily?"

Emily giggled, kicking her tiny bare feet. Finn sighed and picked her up off the changing table. "You'd better be done, because I'm tired of changing your onesies," he informed her. "Next time you spit up all over yourself, you're just going to wear it and think about what you've done."

Emily responded by gurgling and shoving most of her first into her mouth. Finn sighed and patted her back.

The front door swung open. "Finn? Are you here?" Kurt called.

"In Emmy's room," Finn shouted back.

Kurt stuck his head in Emily's nursery. "Where did our parents go?" he asked.

"Went out to dinner and left me," Finn grumbled. "Thank goodness you're home."

Blaine followed Kurt into the nursery. "Oh, hi, Finn," he said. "You're looking particularly domestic today."

Finn stuck out his lower lip. "I'm wearing the apron to defend myself against her spitup attacks, okay?" he said.

"What a good baby, only spitting up on Finn," Kurt praised, reaching for Emily. The baby went to him happily, waving her small fists. "Thank you for not spitting up on big brother Kurty." He tickled the baby under her chin. "Look who's here to see you, Emmy. It's Blaine. It's big brother Blaine. Can you say hi, Emily? Say 'hi, Blaine'."

Blaine leaned over Kurt's shoulder. "Hi, sweet girl," he cooed. Emily grabbed onto his finger and stuck it in her mouth. "Ooh, someone's teething, isn't she? Isn't she?"

"Okay, you guys are disgusting," Finn said.

Kurt looked up and glared. "And why do you say that, Finn Hudson?" he said.

"Just look at you," Finn said. "Acting like you're already married and stuff. It's like you're playing house."

Much to his horror, identical dopey expressions spread across both Blaine and Kurt's faces. "Really?" Blaine said. "We act like we're married?"

"Dudes. Before you were dating, you acted like you were married," Finn scoffed. "Now you've got a baby to play with it and now it's like…like…oh, never mind, I'm going to go play Halo 3 and kill some stuff."

He untied the apron and tossed it over the rocking chair in the corner, ducking his head. Kurt and Blaine turned their attention towards Emily, tickling her lightly till she giggled. Finn grinned despite himself. He had been this close to telling them how cute they were. But at least he had escaped with his reputation intact.

Mostly. The apron really hadn't done much for him.


"Okay, so this is probably one of the best weddings I've ever been to," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand.

"That's because I planned it," Kurt said. "Well, most of it. Lucy helped a little."

"Which is good, considering she's the bride and you're just a lowly bridesman," Blaine grinned. The two of them sat on the low garden wall, watching the other wedding guests file past as they held hands and sipped champagne. Blaine sighed. "Well, the first of the Warblers has married off."

"Nick's engaged, though, right?" Kurt said.

Blaine nodded. "They haven't picked a date, though," he said.

Kurt sighed into his champagne flute. "We're so old," he said.

"We're not old," Blaine laughed, nudging him. "You're twenty-four, Kurt."

"And out of college, and working full time in fashion," Kurt said, gazing across the garden.

"That's pretty good for twenty-four," Blaine pointed out.

"I guess," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine squeezed his hand. "What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Why are you so upset?"

Kurt bit his lip. "I just…I watch David and Lucy, and they're young and married and they're probably going to get pregnant right away…and I'm just…"

"You're jealous," Blaine finished softly.

Kurt dropped his head. "I know it's stupid," he mumbled.

Blaine kissed him softly on the cheek. "It's not stupid," he said, smiling. "It's not stupid at all."

Wes stood up and took the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's my honor to introduce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. David Barnes," he announced.

They set their champagne glasses down to applaud as David escorted Lucy onto the dance floor, both of them radiant in their joy. Lucy's wedding dress, a soft taffeta pickup gown that she and Kurt had created together, swirled beautifully as David guided her around the dance floor in perfect time to the music.

Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder; Kurt kissed the top of his head. Blaine hid a smile.

Kurt didn't need to know about the engagement ring lurking in the bottom of Blaine's sock drawer back home.


"So you know how last spring, I said that David and Lucy had the best wedding ever?" Blaine said, sliding his arms around Kurt's waist as the elevator doors clanged shut.

"I seem to recall this," Kurt said coyly, locking his arms around Blaine's neck.

Blaine leaned in to kiss the soft skin behind Kurt's ear. "Yeah. I think ours was a million times better," he said.

"It was pretty good," Kurt breathed as Blaine kissed his neck. "Was the cake okay?"

"The cake was perfect," Blaine said, kissing him gently. "The cake was perfect, the clothes were perfect, the décor was perfect…if you ever quit fashion, you could have a brilliant career as a wedding planner."

The elevator chimed at the top floor; Blaine adjusted his collar as they walked back into the hall, hand in hand. "It would be fun, but I don't want to switch careers," Kurt said. "Not if…well…oh, look the honeymoon suite."

Kurt fished the room key out of his tux jacket pocket. "If what?" Blaine pressed, sliding his arms around Kurt's waist. "What, babe?'

Kurt turned around in his arms, giggling. "Ooh, it's the honeymoon suite," he said. "Are you carrying me in, or am I carrying you in?"

They paused and stared at each other. "How about I carry you now, and you'll carry me over the threshold when we get to our place after the honeymoon?" Blaine suggested.

"Ooh, pick me up, pick me up," Kurt said, raising his arms. Blaine scooped him up in his arms and nuzzled his nose. "Hi, husband."

"Hi, husband," Blaine grinned. He hefted Kurt in his arms and carried him into the honeymoon suite. "I do believe you're a little bit tipsy."

"Just a little bit," Kurt said, nuzzling Blaine's neck. He paused and gazed around the lavish room. "Oh god. This is all for us."

Blaine smiled and set Kurt on his feet. "All for us," he said, kissing Kurt softly. "But you were in the middle of saying something."

"Saying what?" Kurt asked, busily tugging at the knot of Blaine's tie.

"Something about how you couldn't switch careers," Blaine said, leisurely unbuttoning Kurt's jacket.

"Oh, it was nothing," Kurt said, leaning close to kiss Blaine's neck.

Blaine tugged back just the tiniest bit, sliding a protective hand around the back of Kurt's neck. "It sounded like a something," he said. He kissed Kurt on the lips, slow and soft and gentle. "Come on. We're married now. You have to tell me everything."

Kurt dropped his head. "I was just…well, I don't want to do anything that would delay us having a baby," he admitted.

Blaine paused, then laughed. "Are you already thinking about babies?" he said.

"Don't laugh," Kurt said, scowling. "I want a baby. I want to be a dad." He hooked his fingers in the loops of Blaine's trousers. "I want to be a dad with you."

"We've got plenty of time for that," Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt into his arms. "We're young. We're still in our twenties. And sure, Finn and Rachel are already expecting, and David and Lucy are going to start trying, but that doesn't mean we have to jump into parenthood the second we get married. Let's give it a few years, maybe wait until we're in our thirties or something. We've got time." His hands slid to the front of Kurt's pants. "And besides, our honeymoon just started. It's our wedding night."

Kurt shuddered and dug his hands into the front of Blaine's shirt. "Oh my god," he mumbled before shoving Blaine onto the bed. "Say that again."

"Which part?" Blaine stammered, his hands gripping onto Kurt's hips.

"It's our wedding night," Kurt murmured into Blaine's ear.

"Oh, that's hot," Blaine mumbled as Kurt learned down to kiss him thoroughly.

March of 2020

Blaine was in the middle of teaching a class when his phone went crazy.

He usually kept his cell in his pocket with the ringer turned to vibrate, just out of habit, but he didn't get phone calls during the handful of classes he taught. But his phone was definitely ringing- five long vibrations at a time.

It happened once, twice, three times. By the fifth call he was starting to get frustrated. There were still ten minutes left in class, and the constant vibrating was annoying.

Then he got a text- three short vibrations. Oh, well, at least this was manageable.

He maneuvered the podium as he lectured and managed to wrestle his phone out of his pocket. Surreptitiously he glanced down to check the screen.

Mount Sinai ER. Ask for Lucy.

His blood ran cold. The text came from Kurt's number; so did the five phone calls.

A student cleared his throat. "Uh, Mr. Anderson?"

He glanced up. "What?"

"You sort of trailed off in the middle of a sentence," the student said, hiding a smirk.

"Oh," he said. "Well, I've got…I've just gotten some bad news, class is over for the day. I'll see you Monday."

He grabbed his attache case before the surprised students could start rejoicing over their sudden freedom and bolted, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. With shaking fingers he tried to call Kurt back, but he didn't pick up.

He didn't remember calling a cab, or telling the driver to go to the hospital. All he knew was that one second he was in the classroom, and the next he was bounding up the steps to the Mount Sinai emergency room. He stumbled up to the nurse's desk; she glanced up in mild interest.

"I'm looking for…for Lucy Barnes," he said. "What room is she in?"

The nurse suddenly seemed a bit sympathetic. "Down the hall, hon, room five," she said.

Blaine thanked her absently and ran down the hall, searching for the right room. He could hear the frantic sobbing long before he reached it. For a moment he paused outside the door, but he could hear Kurt's voice, soft and soothing, and he pushed it open.

Kurt hunched on the flat uncomfortable hospital bed, hugging Lucy tightly. Lucy's face was buried in Kurt's chest, and she sobbed uncontrollably- a harsh, wracking howl. Kurt smoothed Lucy's tangled red hair, his cheek pressed against her temple. "I'm right here, Lu," he kept murmuring. "I'm here. I won't go anywhere. I'm right here."

Blaine dropped his attache case by the door. Kurt looked up at him, his eyes bloodshot. "Blaine, thank God," he whispered, his lips trembling.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked hoarsely. "What happened?"

"It was a car accident," Kurt whispered. "Blaine, David's dead."

The world stopped for a moment.

Blaine sank to the floor, his knees giving out from under him. "Oh…oh my god," he mumbled. "Oh my god…you're…you're not serious."

Kurt shook his head. Lucy's sobs redoubled, muffled as she buried her face in Kurt's chest. "I'm right here," Kurt reassured her, his voice breaking. "I love you, Lucy. I won't leave you."

Blaine dropped his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. They sat in silence for a long time, lost in the shaking rhythm of Lucy's tears.

Lucy's injuries were manageable- concussion, cuts and bruises, a sprained shoulder. She was discharged from the hospital the next day, and Blaine and Kurt brought her home with them. Until she wanted to go home, they told her.

Lucy didn't go home. Lucy hid in the guest room while they talked to David's family back home in Ohio and made funeral arrangements. Blaine took care of the logistics and the plans and the paperwork; Kurt took care of Lucy, coaxing her into eating and showering and coming out of the guest room every so often.

David was laid to rest in Ohio. The funeral was packed with former Dalton students, as well as David's extended family and a swarm of college friends. Wes and Jo came too, Wes silent and shaken, barely able to speak at the memorial service. Lucy said even less, clinging to Kurt's hand at the graveside, dry-eyed and quiet. Blaine stayed close too, wrapping an arm around Lucy's shoulder and reaching over to brush his fingertips against the sleeve of Kurt's black jacket.

They stayed in Lima for a week, dividing their time between Kurt's family and Blaine's. Lucy was left in the capable hands of her family, all of them anxious to be there for her. But Kurt and Blaine were just finishing dinner at the Hudson-Hummel house, clearing their plates from the table as Emily busily stacked the dishwasher, when she called Kurt.

"Hi, sweetheart," Kurt said, tucking his phone between his cheek and his shoulder. "What's going on?" He paused. "What do you mean, you can't stay there?"

Blaine frowned. What's wrong? he mouthed.

Kurt shook his head. "Lucy, Lu, take a breath," he coaxed. "It's okay. Calm down and tell me what's going on." He pressed his lips together tightly as he listened, dropping his dishes on the counter and walking away.

Emily glanced up. "Is Lucy okay?" she whispered.

Blaine squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sure Kurt's taking care of it," he said. "Here, you rinse, I'll stack."

"I'll break," she teased.

He and Emily worked on the dinner dishes for a while, until Kurt stuck his head back in the kitchen, the phone still in his hand. "Blaine, can you come here for a minute?" he whispered. Blaine nodded, handing a plate to Emily and wiping his hands off on his jeans as he followed Kurt into the living room.

Kurt sat down on the couch and tugged Blaine down beside him, setting the phone on his knee. "All right, Lu, you're on speaker. Tell Blaine what you told me," he said.

Blaine heard Lucy heave a shuddering breath, the sound staticky. "I want to stay with you," she said, her voice small. "Just…just for a little while longer. I can't…I can't stay here, with my family, they're just…they mean well, but they're suffocating me. And I can't go back to the apartment because…because David…"

Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand, feeling Kurt's fingers latch tightly around his. "Lucy, we would be more than happy for you to stay with us," he said quietly. "We know how rough this is."

She breathed in deeply, the sound crackling over the speakers. "I know…I know you just got married and you need your space, but I…I don't know where to go. I don't know what else to do," she whispered. "I just…I don't know what to do without David. He was…he was my life since I was fourteen. And…and we were just talking about having a baby together, and now…I'll never…I'll never have that."

"You have us," Kurt said, leaning over the phone. His eyes were red-rimmed again; Blaine reached over and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's going to be all right, Lucy. You're going to be all right. I promise."

They flew back to New York two days later and officially moved Lucy into the guest room. A few weeks later, they helped her sort through the apartment where she and David had lived during their short life together.

And sure, it was a little rough. Some days Lucy was fine, helping Kurt make dinner and tidying up the apartment. Some days she only left her room to go to work. Some days she didn't leave her room at all, and Blaine would come home to find Kurt sitting outside her locked door, talking to her gently.

Eventually it was spring, and the three of them snuck out of Easter mass early to stroll around Central Park in their Sunday best. The sun was shining and buskers were playing music on the sidewalks and flowers were blooming and for the first time in two months, Lucy laughed.

May of 2020

"Kurt, there's someone for you at the front desk."

He glanced up from his drawing board. "Hm?" he asked absently.

Sofia grinned at him. "There's someone here to see you up at the front," she repeated. "I recommend you pack up your stuff."

"Am…am I fired?" he stammered.

She laughed. "Don't give me those sad puppy dog eyes," she said. "Trust me. Just head home for the day. We'll see you tomorrow."

Still confused, he put his desk back in order and packed away his sketches. He picked up his messenger bag and headed towards the central desk, only to find his husband waiting for him, grinning ear to ear. "Blaine," he said, surprised. "What…what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is Lucy all right?"

"Everything is perfect," Blaine reassured him, leaning in to kiss him. "I just thought it might be nice to steal you away from work a little bit early and take you out to dinner."

Kurt blinked. "It's…it's not our anniversary, is it?" he said.

"Kurt, we got married in December," Blaine reminded him gently. He pried Kurt's bag out of his hand and slung it over his shoulder. "Come on. Let's go have a nice night, just the two of us."

After knowing Blaine for ten years, however, Kurt knew something was up.

He knew something was up when Blaine kept jiggling his leg during the cab drive to the restaurant.

He knew something was up when Blaine ordered wine, a really nice wine, with their dinner.

He knew something was up when Blaine stared at the menu for ten minutes but couldn't come up with an answer when the waitress asked what he wanted to order.

Something was most definitely up.

Kurt waited for the waitress to leave with their menus before folding his hands and resting his chin on his knuckles. "So," he said. "What's going on?"

Blaine looked up quickly from the napkin ring he was rolling around in his fingers. "Hm?"

"Blaine, you can't fool me," Kurt said. "There's something going on."

"There's-" The napkin ring started to roll it away; Blaine hastily stowed it in the bread basket. "There's nothing going on. I'm…going to run to the bathroom."

Kurt held up his hand as Blaine started to scoot his chair back. "Blaine," he said softly. "Whatever it is, just tell me."

Blaine halted, then sighed and sank down into his chair. He stared down at his gleaming silverware, then looked up, his eyes hopeful and anxious all at once. "Give me your hands," he said.

Kurt smiled, his heart skipping a beat at the words, and held them out his hands. Blaine grasped them, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against Kurt's knuckles, his grip warm and tight and firm. "Kurt, I've been thinking about this for a while," he said slowly. Kurt sat up a little straighter. "I thought…that I wanted to put this off, but the more I think about it…I just…I think we should do it. I think we should go for it."

"Oh my god," Kurt breathed. "You…you want to move? I know you got that job offer in Massachusetts, but…but Blaine, we love New York. Do we really want to move?"

Blaine blinked. "What? No…oh, no, Kurt, I'm not taking that job," he said. "This has…this has nothing to do with a job. It has to do with us."

A nervous, excited thrill shot through Kurt's spine. "Can you just go ahead and say it, please, because I don't think I can take much more of this," he said.

Blaine took a deep breath. "I think we should look into our options…about starting a family together," he said.

For a second, it was like the entire world paused. The clatter of silverware and plates, the chatter of other patrons, the soft music from the pianist in the corner all silenced. He wasn't even entirely sure if his heart was still beating.

"Kurt? Kurt, babe, are you still here?"

Kurt blinked, crashing back down to earth as everything fell back into place. "Yes," he sad, startled. "Oh my god. Yes. Did you…did you just say what I thought you said?"

Blaine leaned back, dropping his gaze. "Well, I was just thinking about it, and…" He took a deep breath and looked up. "I don't want to wait too long and miss our chance, Kurt. Not like…" His voice trailed off. "I want to have kids. I want to have a family with you. And…I don't think it would hurt if we got the process started now."

Kurt swallowed hard. "I…I think…are you sure, Blaine?" he said. "You wanted to wait."

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands tightly. "I'm sure," he said. "I want us to be parents. I want us to be daddies."

Kurt choked on something between a laugh and a sob that stuck his throat. "Daddies," he repeated. "I'm…I'm going to be a daddy."

Blaine smiled at him, his amber-brown eyes soft and warm and so loving that it made Kurt's heart ache. "Let's have a baby," he whispered, and he stood up a little to lean across the table and capture Kurt's lips softly with his own.

Author's Notes:

Oh my goodness. Okay, so. This story has been my headcanon for months. Months, I tell you. Every time I write anything with future!Klaine, it's with this story in mind.

I'm really excited to start publishing this one. It's going to be five fairly long chapters, so I can publish one every Sunday. I'm already working on chapter 3, so it won't interfere with Extravaganza! updates.

I'd love to know what you think of this! And let me know what you think about if their first baby should be a boy or a girl, and what the name should be.

(Of course, if you follow me on Tumblr, you probably already know. But don't give it away to the others if you know!)

Special thanks to Kat, Christina, Gilly, and Dana for their help on beta-reading. I've been going back and forth about whether I wanted to post this for forever, so you can thank them for talking me into posting this.