June 17, 2026

Blaine leaned forward across the table and took Kurt's hand. His smile was genuine and warm – vintage Blaine. He rubbed his thumb across Kurt's knuckles. His eyes burned a bright hazel with flecks of golden. He loved gazing at his husband. After all the years, Kurt still took his breath away. There he was, sitting across him looking as dapper and debonair as ever in his black dress shirt and blue silk scarf – the one that matched his eyes. "Do you realize," Blaine spoke softly, "that this may very well be our last date before we become fathers?"

Kurt squeezed his husband's hand. He had been stealing gazes all night because Blaine looked so beautiful. He always did but tonight he looked extra special. Kurt was sure it was because he was about to become a father. He had a certain glow about him – a look of pride. It also didn't hurt that he had worn his favourite bowtie – the one he had worn when he proposed. Kurt couldn't understand how he ever got so lucky to find this man, fall in love, marry him, and be on the verge of starting a family. "I do realize it," he smiled. "But Blaine, I'm so ready to start our little family. I simply cannot wait."

"Me either, honey." With his free hand he forked a piece of cheesecake into Kurt's mouth. "You know that tomorrow marks Rachel one day past due so it will be any moment now."

Kurt let the cheesecake melt in his mouth. Blaine had made it earlier that day from scratch. He had been planning this night for a long time, probably for nine months, knowing Blaine – like he knew how special this night would be. Their baby's due date was today, June 17th. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, "are you scared?"

"Terrified."

"Me too."

"But, Kurt, just like with everything we've ever been through in our lives," Blaine smiled at him, "just like with everything we've accomplished and surpassed, we are going to do this together -you and me. Yes, we'll have help – Rachel and Jesse and our parents – but ultimately it's you and me honey. We are going to raise the most loving, honest, caring, beautiful child because that's just what we do."

Kurt's eyes glowed. It was partly because of the candle light, partly because Kurt's eyes just did that, but mostly because he had tears in them. He had never been more in love with Blaine as he was in that moment. "Since this might be our last date for eighteen years, I propose you take me upstairs, Mr. Anderson-Hummel, and you might just get lucky tonight," Kurt smiled and waggled his brows.

"Oh, is that so," Blaine teased. "You would rather go upstairs than finish this cheesecake that I slaved over all day?"

Kurt leaned in with a grin and whispered seductively, "let's take it with us."

Blaine smirked softly. His heart beat a little faster in his chest, and his pants felt a little tighter in the front from the amazingly enticing thought of Kurt (with cheesecake) in their bed. "Okay," he whispered, "let's go."

Kurt and Blaine have always had undeniable chemistry. When they made love they made love – love literally seeped from their pores, tumbled from their lips, and burned into their very souls.

As intense as their passion always was, Kurt was not prepared for how Blaine made him feel that night. Blaine was on fire. Their kisses soared to new heights – and that's saying something. Blaine found places inside Kurt that Kurt didn't even know existed – deep down in his soul and tucked away in the corners of his heart. "Jesus, Blaine, you drive me crazy. Don't you dare stop," Kurt moaned into his mouth.

Blaine didn't know what had gotten into him – all he knew was that he had never loved Kurt as much or never wanted Kurt as much as he did right now. His soul felt like it would combust into flames. His heart felt like it would explode into golden bits of glitter. He couldn't get enough and didn't ever want to get enough. He was quite content to spend the rest of his days making Kurt happy in every way – but now there was only one way he could focus on. "Not stopping, ever," he hissed as he trailed kisses down Kurt's throat.

The cheesecake was forgotten on the bedside table. Their mouths were far too busy for any kind of food. Their attention was on nothing but each other. The love-making was slow and gentle, but hot, hot, hot. It wasn't a frenzied, rip-your-clothes-off sort of a dance but more of a disrobe-you-slowly and take-my-time one. They revelled in each other, tasted each other, whispered to each other. Their fingertips caressed, their breaths were hot and alluring on bare wet flesh. They took turns orchestrating their movements. The sheets tangled and the headboard banged as their bedroom filled with the sweet scent of sex.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine and collapsed onto his side of the bed. His head was swimming in a cloud of intense love. He concentrated on catching his breath. He was sweaty, sticky, and tangled but he felt glorious. He turned his head to the side to catch glimpses of Blaine through his watery, unfocused eyes. He waited for some blood to filter back into his brain before he attempted to speak, "three times, Blaine. Damn."

Blaine could do nothing. He simply lay there drawing in oxygen as his body trembled from the intense orgasms he just had. Yes, orgasms – multiple – more than one, more than two. Oh God, he was so in love with this man. Blaine felt Kurt looking at him. He turned his head and smiled. His hand reached blindly, searching for Kurt's. He needed to hold it. Holding Kurt's hand was one of his favourite things to do. It kept him anchored and safe. It was a gesture that held a special place in Blaine's heart. He thought back to the very first time he kissed Kurt – in the commons room of Dalton Academy. Before he had kissed him he had placed his hand over his. It hadn't been a conscious thing – it just happened, like a divine energy drew their hands together. Since that day, it became their thing. He clutched at Kurt's hand as he heard him speak. His voice sounded as raged as Blaine's felt. It was beautiful. "Three times," he confirmed.

Kurt wrapped his fingers around Blaine's hand and gave a tug. "Come here," he patted his chest. "I need husband snuggles."

Blaine smiled and complied – easily. He snuggled close into Kurt as he drew the covers up. His cheek on his chest, his arm and leg draped lazily over Kurt's body. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you more," he kissed Blaine's curls and let his fingertips caress his draped forearm.

"It's time to sleep. We need to take advantage of it while we still can," Blaine grinned into his husband's flesh then placed a good night kiss there.

And that is when Kurt's phone rang.

Before Kurt could end the call from Jesse, Blaine was already up and putting pants on. "Is it time?" he asked.

Kurt's eyes were huge as his breath quickened. "It's time," he confirmed.

"Get up, Kurt. We have to hurry," Blaine had his shirt on and was looking for shoes. He looked over to see Kurt was still in bed, seemingly frozen. "Kurt!"

"Oh, yeah. I'm coming," he jumped out of bed and found clothes. For the first time in his life he didn't care if his pants matched his shirt or if his hair was perfectly coiffed.

Both of them dressed quickly, grabbed their wallets and keys and dashed out the door.

Kurt and Blaine ran into the hospital. They took the elevator up to the delivery unit. Usually, and under different circumstances elevators made them feel a little bit anxious and a little turned on but there was no time for that now. Their best friend and surrogate was in labour and ready to deliver their first child..

"God, hurry up," Kurt slammed his finger into the 3rd floor button repeatedly.

Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's arm, "calm down, honey, don't break it".

The doors finally opened and the two men ran out to find Rachel. A nurse saw the sheer panic on both of their faces and slipped out from behind the station to greet them. "You must be the expectant fathers," she asked.

"Yes," they both said in unison.

"She's over here." She led them into a large private room where they found Jesse hovering over a calm and collected Rachel. She lay on the bed suited in one of those ugly hospital gowns but she looked radiant.

"This is happening, you guys," she smiled.

How can she be so calm, Blaine thought. He was on the verge of throwing up.

Kurt moved toward her first and bent to kiss her on the forehead. Blaine followed suit. They also greeted Jesse. "Thanks for calling us so quickly," Kurt said.

"The contractions are five minutes apart," Jesse said. "I don't know what that means but it's been four minutes since her last one." He was nervous. After all, his wife was about to deliver a baby. Regardless of the circumstances Jesse loved Rachel and wanted only the best for her and for their friends.

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other. They weren't ready for this.

"What do you want us to do, Rach," Blaine asked. "Can we get you anything?"

"We are going to do just what we rehearsed in prenatal class. Please tell me you guys remember."

Kurt found it hard to breathe. He closed his eyes and mentally went through all the steps they had learned in class. "Yes. We can do this." He clutched Rachel's left hand.

"We must do this." Blaine moved to take her right hand.

Just then Rachel screamed. She flailed her body back onto the pillow and held her breath. Then she screamed again. "Owwwwwwwwww!"

"Oh God," Kurt was scared. "Are you ok, what's happening?" He tried to ignore the fact that Rachel was squeezing his hand very tightly. He thought she would break his fingers.

"Rachel," Blaine leaned down. "Breathe. Breathe. You can do this."

She screamed again and crushed Blaine's hand. She gasped out words, "it's coming".

Jesse ran out to get the nurse. Blaine and Kurt had never been more scared and more excited in their lives. They would not leave Rachel's side for even a second. They looked into each other. They didn't need words – they knew everything just from the look in their eyes. They were in love and were going to be dads.

Rachel tried to breathe. She pressed her feet down into the bed as she growled and screeched. Then out of nowhere she screamed directly at Blaine, "YOU did this to meee!"

Blaine wanted to cry. He knew that aside from supplying the sperm – to Kurt's insistence - he hadn't actually done anything to Rachel. But he hated to see anyone in pain – especially a loved one. "I'm sorry," he said and placed his free hand on her head, stroking.

The next few hours were excruciating for Rachel. Kurt and Blaine hung in with her every step of the way. They knew they were out of their league but Rachel was their best friend. It was their child. There was no way they were going to let her down. They guided her through breathing, held her hands, encouraged her, and held her steady while she took an epidural.

"The head is crowning," the doctor finally confirmed. "Ok, Rachel, you really need to push now. We need to get this baby out."

Kurt thought he would pass out. Blaine reached over with his free hand and took his husband's hand. Kurt looked up and saw Blaine mouth out the words silently, I love you.

Rachel screamed. And pushed.

Seven terrifying hours after Kurt and Blaine had arrived at the hospital, their beautiful and healthy baby boy was born. It was the early morning of June 18, 2026.

Blaine and Kurt heard their son's first cries and the doctor say, "it's a boy!" That is when they broke down. Kurt literally had to sit to keep himself from falling. Blaine moved beside him and clutched his hand. He couldn't say or do anything but cry.

The nurse wrapped their son up in a yellow blanket. "Who wants to hold him first," she asked. Normally the mother would take him but Rachel immediately said, "his dads. His dads need to hold him first."

The nurse delivered the baby into Kurt's arms as he was the one sitting. He could barely see through the ocean of tears that washed over his face. His sobs were joyful … and endless. Through the blurry tears he could see immediately that their son would have Blaine's dark curls. This made him cry harder. He felt Blaine's hand on his shoulder, squeezing.

Blaine was sobbing. It was all too much. He was meeting his beautiful son for the first time but to make everything more emotional he could see and hear that Kurt was a puddled mess. This was the happiest moment of their lives. He clutched Kurt's shoulder then kneeled down beside his chair. He stared at their son. He had Rachel's nose, cheekbones, and eyebrows … thank God … but he could see already that he had his own mouth, eyelashes, and hair. He wouldn't be able to see his eyes for a few hours yet as his little eyelids were still closed, shutting out the light. Shakily and in between sobs, Blaine spoke to his son for the first time, "hi baby. It's us, your dads. We love you more than anything."

Kurt thought he would die. He heard Blaine's voice talking to their son. He had never heard his voice that soft and raw before. This made his heart do flips in his chest. Without taking his eyes off their beautiful baby, he tilted his head to the side so that he could lean into Blaine's wet cheek. He whispered his confirmation, "more than anything".

Blaine, Kurt, and Rachel had agreed that after the birth they would not see each other for about a month. It wasn't ideal for their relationship, especially now, that they had all shared something so emotional; but, it was necessary. Kurt and Blaine wanted to bond exclusively with their son. From here on out Rachel would take the role of Auntie Rachel and although they wanted her and their son to be very close, their bond with their child was the most important thing.

Rachel and baby had been given the clear to go home the next day. Jesse took care of taking Rachel home and Kurt and Blaine were left alone with their son for the first time.

"Are you sure he's strapped in correctly," Kurt asked.

Blaine was bent over the car seat inspecting every strap and buckle. "Yes, he's in there snuggly."

He stood up beside Kurt. For a few moments they only gazed down at their son who was sleeping soundly in his seat beneath the yellow blanket. His eyes were closed but Kurt remembered last night when their son had opened his eyes for the first time. They were beautiful and clear … and hazel like his husband's. He knew the colour could change but the soft intensity that he already possessed was all Blaine and he knew that would never change. Kurt had fallen in love for the second time in his life. Their son was perfection.

Blaine slid his hand into Kurt's. "Ready to go home?"

Kurt looked at him. "Does this mean we have to drive?"

Blaine gave him a curious look. "Well, yes, unless you want to take the helicopter."

"Very funny, mister," Kurt kissed his cheek. "Just promise me you'll drive slowly. And that you'll avoid traffic."

"Kurt, we live in New York. There's traffic everywhere. But I promise I'll be careful," he nuzzled his face to Kurt's and lingered there a moment. "I'm so happy."

Kurt pecked a kiss, "Me too. Come on, let's take our son home."

Blaine carefully picked up the car seat. They thanked the nurses and slipped down the hall into the elevator. When the doors opened on the main floor they both walked out with their hands clutched together and swinging happily. Their son slept soundly in his seat against Blaine's hip as they headed for home.