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

December of 2020

The doctor folded his hands on his desk and surveyed the three of them carefully. He was an older man, smiling and fatherly, and while his kindness put them a little more at ease, it didn't make them any less anxious over what the final decision would be. "So you two want to have a baby, with this young woman as your surrogate," he said.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. "That's right," he said. "Lucy's been a friend of ours for years. We trust her completely, and we can't think of any of anyone else we'd rather have to be the mother of our child."

The doctor nodded, his silver glasses sliding down his nose, and he turned back to their paperwork. Kurt gripped Blaine's hand tightly. Lucy knotted her fingers together.

"I don't see why we can't get the procedure started soon," the doctor said. "Although, I must say that this is an expensive process, with plenty of legal ramifications. Are you prepared for this?"

Kurt paled. "Oh my god, I didn't even think about that," he whispered, dropping his head. "Blaine, what are we-"

Blaine squeezed his hand again. "My father is a lawyer and has agreed to handle all of the legal aspects," he said. "He's also agreed to cover the costs."

Kurt stared at him, mouth agape. Blaine smiled at him. Surprise, he mouthed.

"And you, young lady," the doctor said, turning to Lucy. "Are you prepared for this?"

"I am," she said. "I've thought about this for a long time, and I want to do this. They deserve a baby."

The doctor beamed at them. "It looks like everything's in order, then," he said. "We'll arrange for Louisa's health screening and psychological evaluation, and as long as she clears both of them, we'll make arrangements for the procedure. Have you decided on the donor?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and nudged him lightly. "We decided that I will be the baby's biological father," Kurt said, holding tightly to Blaine's hand. Lucy squeezed his arm.

"Good for you," the doctor said. "Good for all three of you." He shuffled their paperwork back in order. "Let's go ahead and schedule that screening, shall we?"

They chose a date that Kurt penciled into his sleek gray agenda and left the doctor's office. "Well, that was easier than I thought," Blaine said as he tugged his scarf around his neck and stepped into the elevator

"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt burst out as the door closed and dinged. "Your dad. Are you serious?"

"He's really going to pay everything?" Lucy questioned.

"Everything," Blaine said. He rubbed Kurt's back affectionately. "I told my mother about the adoption falling through, and she told my dad, and…well, he sort of…" He took a deep breath. "My dad isn't very good at being affectionate, or voicing his emotions, so he usually just…does things."

"I'm going to send him a thank you letter," Kurt said, slightly dazed. He wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist as they left the elevator and walked out onto the street. "Maybe I can get him a nice jacket from the closet at work and send it to him."

"I'm sure he'll love that," Blaine said.

Lucy sighed heavily and slid her mittened hands in her coat pockets. "Is it all right that I'm still a little nervous about this?" she said.

"It's perfectly fine," Kurt reassured her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the temple. "Most girls are a little nervous about getting pregnant, even if they want a baby. And you don't even get the fun part."

Lucy poked him lightly in the side. "I don't think Blaine would take very kindly to that," she teased.

"Although it would be easier if we could just skip the middle man and have the two of you make a baby the old-fashioned way…" Blaine mused. Kurt blanched and Blaine laughed, pulling him to his side. "Only kidding. Only kidding."

"Good, because I have no desire to be pimped out," Kurt groused, tugging on Blaine's ear.

January of 2021

"All right, then, we're all done," the doctor said, pulling back.

"Did it take?" Kurt asked anxiously. He clutched Lucy's hand tightly. "Is she pregnant?"

The doctor stepped back and pried off his rubber gloves. "Well, from here on out, this will proceed as a normal pregnancy," he said. "If the procedure we did today was successful, a home pregnancy test in a few weeks will come up positive."

"And if not?" Blaine asked.

"If not, we'll continue tracking Louisa's cycles and try again in a few months," the doctor said. He smiled at the three of them. "Now, we'll have you rest for about half an hour, all right? If you need anything, feel free to page a nurse."

"Thank you," Blaine said; the doctor nodded and left the room.

Lucy shifted awkwardly, screwing up her face. "All right, so that was one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever done in my life," she said.

"Well, at least you didn't have to hide in a doctor's office with a bunch of dirty magazines so you could provide a…specimen," Kurt said. He shuddered. "That was traumatizing."

"I'm very sorry," Blaine consoled, reaching over to squeeze Kurt's wrist affectionately.

Lucy shifted again, one hand resting on her stomach. "Don't move!" Kurt exclaimed, squeezing her hand. "Stay still. Stay perfectly still."

"All right, Mister Bossybritches," Lucy said. She sighed. "God, I hope this works."

"Me too," Kurt said. He raised her hand to his cheek. "Thank you for doing this, Lu."

She smiled. "I would say don't mention it, but it is a little more than just offering to babysit or something," she said. She squeezed his fingers gently. "I'm glad I could do it, though."

Blaine smiled at both of them. "I wonder if it'll be a boy or a girl," he mused.

"I hope it's a boy," Lucy said. "I hope it's a little boy that looks just like Kurt, and he'll grown up to be the butchest little jock that ever graced a football field. It would be hilarious."

"I wouldn't know what to do with him," Kurt said. "Blaine, you and Finn would have to raise him. Oh, god, that baby would have three dads. Two gay and one straight. And the straight one would also be his uncle. He wouldn't have a family tree, he'd have a family climbing vine."

"I'm sure that if we have a little jock baby, you'll be an excellent father," Blaine said, leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek.

Kurt smiled. "So do you want a boy or a girl, Blaine?" he asked.

"A little girl," Blaine said. "I think that would be perfect. A little girl with your eyes."

"I hope you don't have a little girl. She'll have you wrapped around your little finger before she's even born," Lucy laughed. She rubbed her thumb against the back of Kurt's hand. "What about you?"

"I don't mind either one," Kurt said. "Boy or girl. At this point, I don't care. I just want to have a healthy baby."

Blaine's eyes softened and he tugged Kurt a little closer to his side. "I'm sure we will," he said.

Lucy leaned back. "So does this mean that you want to keep the gender a secret until the baby's born?" she asked. "Because that sort of sounds like fun, keeping a secret from you."

"Sure, why not," Kurt said. "I was hoping to design a gender-neutral nursery anyway."

The doctor bustled back in, flipping through his clipboard. "It looks like everything's in order," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, just a little…strange, I suppose," Lucy said.

"It is a rather invasive procedure," the doctor agreed. He smiled at the three of them. "But hopefully we'll have some good news soon." Kurt squeezed Lucy's hand so tightly his knuckles turned white.

January of 2021

Blaine stared up at the darkened ceiling, his hands folded across the ceiling. He sighed deeply. Beside him, Kurt slept soundly, curled up on his stomach like a child. Blaine turned to look at him, hazy in the dim light, and smiled.

He loved sleeping beside Kurt. There was nothing better than falling asleep beside him at night, listening to the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, and waking up to him in the morning, all wide sleepy smiles and tousled bedhead.

And then Blaine's mind ran away with him, and all he could picture was a little one with Kurt's brilliant eyes, curled up in between them, maybe with a blankie in hand. He could see it so clearly it almost hurt- their baby sleeping snugly in the middle of their bed, rosy cheeked and content, and waking them up in the morning, batting small hands against their faces and piping "daddy, daddy, daddy" in a sweet high voice.

He had never realized how much he wanted a child until it was so close he could almost taste it, and yet there was no telling if he would ever be a father. They still didn't know if Lucy was pregnant. She had been curiously reticent in the weeks since the procedure, insisting that she didn't want them to get their hopes up too high until she could tell them for sure.

But oh, how he wanted that baby.

Kurt shifted a little in his sleep, pulling his arms in closer to his chest and rubbing his cheek against the pillow. Blaine cuddled a little closer, cupping Kurt's cheek with one hand and rubbing his thumb against his jawline.

Kurt's eyes opened slowly, his lashes brushing against his cheek. "Wha'?" he murmured drowsily.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep," Blaine soothed.

Kurt snuggled closer, nuzzling his cheek against Blaine's shoulder. "You sleep first," he said.

Blaine sighed. "I can't," he said.

"Why not?" Kurt asked, burying his face in the crook of Blaine's neck.

Blaine rubbed Kurt's back gently. "Do you think Lucy's pregnant?" he asked.

Kurt shot upright, suddenly wide awake. "Why? Have you caught her throwing up? Because I've been listening for it, and that girl must be a ninja because I haven't heard a thing," he said.

Blaine crossed his arms across his chest. "No, it's not that," he said. "What if...what if she's not pregnant?"

Kurt visibly deflated, sinking down to lie on his stomach. "Do…do you think it didn't work?" he ventured.

"I don't know," Blaine said. He curled a hand protectively around the back of Kurt's neck, rubbing his thumb lightly against the short hair at the nape. "But it's been three weeks. There ought to be some kind of symptoms by now, right?"

Kurt relaxed, resting on his elbows. "Some women don't show any real symptoms for a while," he said. "We won't know for sure until she misses a…a cycle."

"What will we do if she doesn't?" Blaine asked.

Kurt groaned and dropped his forehead to Blaine's shoulder. "Please, honey, can we not talk about this right now?" he said. "I really…I really don't want to think about it. Please."

Blaine sighed. "Okay," he relented. He kissed Kurt's forehead. "Okay. I'm sorry. I guess three o'clock in the morning isn't really the best time to talk about it."

"It is not," Kurt agreed, kissing down Blaine's jaw as Blaine stroked his hair absently. "Most definitely not. People should be sleeping at this time of night." He kissed Blaine on the chin. "Unfortunately, I'm wide awake right now, and I blame you for that."

"I suppose you're right," Blaine said, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry."

Kurt scooted closer and kissed Blaine on the lips, long and slow and heated. Blaine's hand gripped tighter in his hair. "Well, since we're both awake…" he said in a low voice, sliding up against him.

February of 2021

Kurt glanced surreptitiously down at his watch. Blaine should have been out of that meeting twenty minutes ago, he thought irritably.

It had been a miserable day for him at work. The spring line was way behind schedule, and he'd spent most of the day running around like a maniac. All he'd wanted was to go home and faceplant in bed while Blaine made dinner, but no, of course Blaine had to attend an emergency department meeting.

Kurt shifted his weight impatiently from one foot to the other. If only Blaine's office was open, he thought. All I want to do is sit down.

He heard footsteps down the hall and straightened as Blaine walked towards him, his coat halfway on and his briefcase in his hand. "It's about time," Kurt said irritably before he could stop himself. "What was that meeting about? Solving world peace?"

"There wasn't a meeting," Blaine said, clearly equally as irritable as he brushed past Kurt, still struggling into his coat.

"Wait, what? Are you sure?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," Blaine snapped, thrusting his hands deep in the pockets of his coat. "I walked all over the building looking for it. Nobody's here but the janitors, who saw me circling like a vulture for an hour and a half."

Kurt rolled his eyes and followed him outside into the gray February slush. "Who told you about the meeting?" he asked.

Blaine plunged two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. A cab pulled up to the curb. "When I got up this morning, Lucy had left a note on the fridge saying the school called a department meeting at five," he said, climbing into the cab. Kurt followed, pulling his coat tighter around himself. Fashion didn't always necessitate warmth. "Maybe one of my students prank-called the house or something."

Kurt burrowed into his coat. "I hate your students," he said bitterly.

"Today, I do too," Blaine said. He leaned his elbow on the door handle and gazed out the window. "God, all I want to do is go home and sleep."

"No, that's what my plan was," Kurt objected. "I wanted to take a nap while you made dinner."

Blaine glanced over at him. "Maybe we can talk Lucy into making dinner," he said. "We can both take a nap."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Kurt said. "Lucy needs her rest."

Blaine turned away, facing forward, watching the streets rush past. "Kurt, we need to stop this," he said quietly.

"Stop what?" Kurt asked, his heart turning over in his chest.

Blaine took a deep breath. "I don't think Lucy's pregnant," he said.

It felt like someone had ripped his heart out of his body and stomped on it. "Please don't say that," Kurt said, shaking his head. "Please don't. Maybe it's just-"

"It's been over a month," Blaine said softly. "I don't…I don't think it's meant to be, babe."

Kurt turned sharply to glare out the window. "No," he said between his teeth. "I told you I don't want to talk about it."


The cab pulled up to their apartment building and Kurt strode out, head held high and his jaw clenched. "Kurt!" Blaine called, hastily handing over their fare to the cab driver and following him up the steps. "Kurt, wait."

"We are not discussing this right now," Kurt said, breezing through the lobby and leaving his husband behind. He ducked into the elevator and jammed the 'close doors' button, and it wasn't until the doors clanged shut that he reached up to rub at his wet eyes.

The elevator continued its slow journey upwards, pausing every so often for people to join him. He smiled thinly as the new passengers stared curiously at him, his red-rimmed eyes gazing straight ahead, until the doors opened on his floor to reveal Blaine leaning heavily against the wall, panting.

Some of the tension drained from Kurt's shoulders. "Blaine?" he ventured.

"You're right," Blaine said, his breathing coming fast and heavy. "You asked me to stop talking about it, and I didn't. I'm sorry. We're both tired and hungry and cranky and…I'm sorry."

Kurt's shoulders sagged. "Can we just go home?" he said meekly.

Blaine smiled, clearly relieved, and he held out his hand. Kurt linked his fingers through his as they walked down the hall together. "Did you seriously run all the way up here?" he asked.

Blaine grinned, one side of his mouth tilting more than the other. "It was just a few stairs," he said, fumbling to get his key out of his pocket and stick it in the lock. "Although you might have to get me a glass of water while I collapse on the living room floor."

"I can manage that," Kurt said, smiling as he walked into the foyer and turned on the lights. He stopped dead in his tracks, his smile fading. "Oh my god. Blaine."

Blaine struggled to untangle his scarf from his neck. "What?" he asked, and then he glanced up, his mouth falling open.

A large banner hung over their kitchen table, proclaiming "congratulations!" in round, cheerful blue letters. Underneath it lay a total of six pregnancy tests and a bright green envelope.

"Oh my god," Kurt breathed. "Oh my god. Blaine. I can't look."

Blaine stood completely still by the door, his scarf dangling from his hand. "I can't either," he said in a small voice. "Oh, god, it's like a train wreck. I can't look away."

Kurt picked up the envelope with shaking fingers and pulled out a card. "Dearest darlingest Kurt and Blaine," he read, his voice echoing in the thick silence of their apartment. A dropped pin would have sounded like a gunshot.

"I didn't want to say anything until I was completely, one-hundred-percent sure. You've probably guessed that. But I went to the doctor for the blood test today, and I know for sure now." He took a deep shuddering breath and looked up.

Blaine had gone completely pale. "What's it say?" he whispered.

The card shook in Kurt's hands. "She's pregnant," he said. He dropped the card on the table and flung his arms around Blaine's neck. "She's pregnant. Oh god."

Blaine latched one arm tightly around Kurt's waist, pulling him tight against his side, and fumbled for the card. "I went ahead and scheduled the first ultrasound for tomorrow. I knew you boys would be too excited to wait any longer," he continued reading, his voice trembling. "I'm staying the night with Jo and Wes so you can have some time to yourselves to celebrate. I ordered from your favorite place and it should be there pretty soon. Sorry about the fake meeting, Blaine, but I didn't know how else to make sure you'd both be home at the same time. I'll see you both tomorrow at the doctor's office, eleven o'clock. I love you both. Congratulations, daddies."

The note fluttered to the table beside the six tests, all marked with cheerful little pink plus signs. "Oh my god," Blaine marveled, staring blankly. "Oh…oh my god."

Kurt covered his mouth with his hands. "We're going to be daddies," he cried. "We're going to have a baby. Our baby."

Blaine turned to him slowly, the biggest, dopiest grin imaginable spreading across his face. "Say that again," he said.

"Our baby," Kurt said. He tucked his fingers in the lapels of Blaine's jacket and dragged him a little closer. "Blaine. We're going to have a baby."

Blaine let out a giddy little whoop and flung his arms around Kurt, seizing him and pulling him in tight for a kiss.

Author's Notes:


Well, I mean, they're not pregnant, but...well, you know what I mean.

SO YES. Lucy is pregnant. Kurt and Blaine are going to be daddies. THE ANGST LEVEL HAS BEEN REDUCED BY EIGHTY MILLION PERCENT.

Now I get to write happy things, like Kurt designing the nursery and Blaine picking out names and OH GOD YAY THEY GET TO TELL BURT HE'S GOING TO BE A GRANDDAD.

You have no idea how excited I am to get to the happy parts.

And feel free to let me know if you want to see anything in particular! The next chapter is all about Lucy's pregnancy, so let me know if you have super cute ideas- the boys doting on Lucy, Kurt and Blaine being overly precautious planners and getting scared by pregnancy books, their friends' reactions as they find out...