They were in the midst of unpacking in their brand new, spacious condo – the first piece of property the owned – when they got the call.
"Oh, God," Blaine said when he got off the phone, running over and grabbing Kurt by the sleeve. "It's time."
Kurt's eyes widened almost comically huge, and in any other situation, Blaine would've pointed it out.
Blaine nodded frantically.
Kurt's mouth gapped open and closed a few times before he came to his senses. "What're we waiting around for? Let's go!"
"Wait," Blaine said, digging his heels in the carpet when Kurt tried to drag him toward the door.
"You need shoes. And I need keys and my wallet."
"Right – two minutes than we're out of here."
The drive was tightly tense and silent and giddy all in one.
"You need to stop squeezing my hand, Kurt," Blaine said at one point.
"Sorry." Kurt released Blaine's right hand so he could drive, and Kurt started ringing his hands in his lap. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Me either," Blaine said. It was all that needed to be said.
Once parked and in the building, they ran through the halls and rode up an elevator all thrumming with nervous energy, until they got to the desk outside the maternity ward.
"Hey, we're having a baby," said Blaine to the nurse on duty. She blinked and looked at them confused.
"Marissa Ellington is having a baby," Kurt clarified, "And we're adopting it – him – her. We don't know yet."
"Oh, right, of course. I was told to expect you. Here's your visitor badges. Please keep them on, or they will mercilessly throw you out of the maternity ward. They don't want people stealing babies – I'm serious about that." And she leveled a look at them to get her seriousness across.
The two attached the badges their clothes and pushed through the hallway door until they found the room with Marissa's name on the placard. Blaine took Kurt's hand and they grinned at each other.
"This is it," Blaine said, voice all voice and husky with emotion.
Kurt just nodded. He knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice called.
Marissa was in bed, hair a mess, looking tired, but with a content type of look on her face. There was also a nurse, fussing over wrapping a baby up in a blanket.
"Hey," Kurt said quietly as they entered, almost afraid of the moment.
"Hey, guys," Marissa said with a small smile. She was a nineteen year old who had picked Kurt and Blaine specifically out to be the adoptive parents of her child. She never really wanted to be a mother, ever, but she had felt, or so she had told them, that there were people out there who want and deserve children who have a hard time getting them, so that was why she decided to carry her baby to term.
"How're you feeling?" Blaine asked, going to her bedside and leaning over to give her a loose hug.
"Like shit, but better now that labor's over," she quipped.
"Are these the daddies?" the nurse asked, newborn cradled in her arms.
Kurt nodded jerkily.
"You want to hold him?" the nurse said.
"Him?" Kurt questioned, looking over to Marissa for confirmation.
"It's a boy," she said.
"Here you go." The nurse carefully moved the baby into Kurt's arms. Blaine came to stand right next to him, and he carefully ghosted a hand over the baby's head, and then leaned down to brush a kiss to his forehead.
"He's beautiful," Blaine said. "Did you name him?" he asked Marissa.
"I thought I'd leave that up to you two, but I have suggestion…"
"Carson," she said.
"Carson," Kurt repeated, staring down at his child, awestruck, "I like it."
"Carson Hummel-Anderson," Blaine said. "Our son."
There eyes flicked up to meet. Blaine was wearing a face-splitting smile.
"Hi, daddy," he said to Kurt.
"Hi, daddy," Kurt said back.
Aki- So, this is the end. Don't fret too much. I do have another klaine fanfic started and have more planned (thought not a sequel for this one like many reviewers requested). Anyway. this is it. Bye bye.