Kurt groaned and slammed his head into the steering wheel of his sleek, clean, crème coloured GMC Yukon XL. He was stuck in a packed, long line of gridlock. It was the same every day, just like this, he was used to sitting in traffic for hours at a time, but today he really didn't have the time.

It was 2018, he was 25 years old, he had become a successful and quite popular designer with the help of Vogue, and had been with Blaine through it all. They lived together in a big apartment just outside of Manhattan, Blaine had managed to land a part as an underscore for Fiyero in Wicked as a side job to writing and recording music for his Work-In-Progress album. On the rare nights that Blaine had to cover for the regular cast member as Fiyero, Kurt would come and watch. He loved watching Blaine, and Wicked was one of his favourite musicals of all time. He always got a little jealous when the scenes where Blaine kissed the girl playing Elphaba came around, he didn't like sharing his man. Blaine always kissed him and reminded him that it was just acting, and that there was nobody he'd rather kiss.

Kurt honked his horn and muttered to himself, stressed, "I really don't have time for this." he let out a whimper and pulled out his phone. He dialled Blaine's number, and brought it to his ear, straining his neck to see if the traffic was making any progress. "Hi Honey, I'm stuck in traffic, I don't know how-… pardon? …. Oh yeah, I think it was a collision, drunk driving, most likely…. I-… I don't know, babe… How is she? … Good, good… I think I-… No, its backed up really far, I don't know if I'll make it…" he sighed, "I'd give up everything to be there right now… Love you too, bye boo" he hung up.

Blaine was sitting in a hospital room, not the patient, but one of the most important people in the room. He tapped his foot and picked at a hangnail nervously. Kurt needed, NEEDED, to be here. Blaine stood up and started pacing the room.

"He's stuck in traffic. He said he doesn't know if he'll make it here on time… he.." a tear rolled down his tanned cheek, "He has to be here.. He.. He has to.. God.. I.. I need to step out.. I'm going to go to the gift shop for some food.. I.. I'll be back." He said anxiously, as he began to exit the room.

He bit his lip as he walked down the hallway to the elevators, occasionally dodging a stretcher or a nurse. He squeezed into the elevator with a woman holding a baby, and her family. He smiled at them as the elevator descended. He was the last one off, and he strode straight into the gift shop and grabbed the first things he saw; a bag of ketchup chips, a full sized Kit Kat bar, and a Gatorade. After making the purchases, he left the gift shop and sat down on a bench near the reception desk. People were walking by, some frantic and worried, some excited, probably the families of those in the maternity ward, but most were laidback and calm; visitors of a stable long term patient, in for a regular check-up, staff, etc. Blaine opened his Kit Kat and took a bite, it was very good, it tasted brand new, like it had jus been made, like it hadn't spent any time in shipping, maybe it was just a normal Kit Kat bar, who knows? In any case, Blaine was impressed. He could see the front doors from where he was sitting, and he was hoping so badly that Kurt would come through them.

He sighed and stood up, he had to get back upstairs. More than anything, he didn't want Kurt to miss anything, but he knew he couldn't miss anything either. He pulled out his phone and texted Kurt.

Blaine Anderson - 2:17pm: Baby where are you? Is it moving?

He knew Kurt was driving… but he figured if the traffic wasn't moving it wouldn't be distracting him…

He got back up to the room, no reply from Kurt. He sat down and opened the bag of chips, letting the patient in the bed next to the chair he was in take a handful. "Are you even allowed to eat when you're in this condition?" he asked her, then looked up at an approaching doctor, "is she allowed to eat?"

"Yes." The Physician replied. "Eating is fine. I'm just here to check her."

"Thanks. Go ahead. I cant see anything." he said as the doctor approached the bed.

The doctor checked his patient and quickly left to check his next patient.

Blaine sighed. "I'm so anxious…"

The patient squeezed his hand. Not to comfort him, but because she was in pain.

Blaine sat alert and upright, holding her hand. "Breathe, Lydia. Inhale, exhale… good, good… you're doing great… good job…" she relaxed, and Blaine did too.

He took another big handful of the chips, just as his phone buzzed against his leg.

Kurt Hummel - 2:43pm: Sorry Boo, I misplaced my phone and I didn't hear it beep. I'm almost there, I'm out of the jam, but I'm still downtown. I love you.

Blaine smiled as he read it, half because, well, it was Kurt, and half because he was on his way. He reread the text a few times before putting it back in his pocket. "He's on his way, he's out of the traffic jam," he beamed.

"Oh Good!" Lydia replied, also overjoyed.

Blaine heard the door open, and his head shot up to see who was there. Kurt's 19 year old stepsister, Natalia walked in, wearing bright red jeans and a solid deep blue Hollister tank top, with a thin black cardigan and grey/black American Eagle ballet flats, a typical outfit for her.

"Hi Talia." Blaine stood up and greeted her, slightly disappointed, he thought Kurt may have texted him that he was downtown, only to show up seconds later. But he was glad she was here.

"Hey Blaine." she looked around the room before falling into the chair Blaine had been sitting in before. "Where's the other gay?"

"Kurt is on his way. He was stuck in traffic, but he should be here soon."

"Oh. Well that sounds likely. He's probably buying new clothes, because he soiled whatever he was wearing with some guy at the office." she smirked.

"Oh my god, Natalia! Really? Seriously?… Just.. Take some chocolate and shut your mouth" Blaine sighed, aggravated, passing her a piece of the Kit Kat, which he hadn't finished.

She took it with an innocent smile, "Thank you, Bowtie McLatte ass."

Blaine grumbled some profanity and slumped down in a chair on the other side of the bed. Lydia had grown accustomed to Natalia and her "special" ways over the time she'd been staying with them. She really didn't mind. It was almost refreshing in a weird way. Lydia liked that Natalia spoke her mind. She'd even laugh at the remarks Natalia'd make.

"How are you feeling?" Talia asked, her mouth full of chocolate.

"Pretty good," she stated, adjusting her blankets, 'I mean, they're coming every four minutes now, but since they gave me 'the juice', I only really feel the intense ones"

"That's good." she licked her fingers and threw the wrapper at Blaine's head.

Blaine tossed it into the wastebasket and felt his hair to make sure she hadn't wrecked it. He wasn't in the mood to argue. He wanted Kurt…

"Baby where are you?" he breathed to himself, gazing out the window at a pair of birds, perched on a traffic light. He rested his chin on his hand, "I need you…"

Natalia giggled.

"Natalia.. Shut up.." Blaine said, without shifting his gaze, watching the birds as they seemed to float so blissfully away.

"I'm glad you feel that way, gorgeous" he heard Kurt's voice say. He shot up and embraced his partner faster than the taller boy could prepare for. "Whoa there, tiger," he giggled, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy, "I take it you missed me?"

"Uh, yeah! I did! Quite a lot! I thought you weren't going to make it… I love you."

Kurt chuckled, "I love you too, Blaine." he kissed the shorter boy softly before sitting down on the end of Lydia's bed, taking her hand gently. "How's it been? A lot of pain?"

"It was, but they gave me the epidural an hour ago, now I'm fine. It's just pressure."

"Aww. Well I'm glad you feel better now." He smiled.

This was a day to go down in Hummel-Anderson history. Kurt and Blaine were about to become daddies. They had decided a year before that they wanted kids, for a couple of weeks they debated over how they should do it, Blaine said adoption, Kurt wanted to use a surrogate. They eventually decided on using a surrogate, Kurt was pretty persuasive about "making friends" and the fact that the baby would be biologically theirs, Kurt didn't want to miss out on having biological children just because his partner wasn't a female. Blaine gave in, and they spent the next few days searching for the perfect woman for the job. They came across a few great ones; Blakely Johansen seemed like a good choice, she was a 25-year-old tall blonde, who was a successful college graduate, they thought she was pretty great. They came across tons of girls like that, even arranged meetings with them. Eventually they came across Lydia Charlotte Houstonson. She was perfect. She looked enough like the two of them that their kids would actually look like them, she was very responsible, she was a University graduate with a doctorate in Paediatric Cardiovascular and Neurological Surgery, and a fabulous IQ. They found all of this out just by looking at the information sheet their consultant had given them.

They immediately asked to meet her, and when they did - as soon as she walked into the coffee shop they had agreed to meet her at - they knew she was the one. They spent three hours talking to her, whereas with all the others they'd met, it'd only been a mere hour and a half, at the very most. They fell in love with Lydia immediately, not only was she everything the information page said about her, she was also talkative and easy to talk to, she loved almost everything they loved; Kurt adored that she dressed well, her sense of style was very, very Kurt. Blaine loved her silliness. Not only was she smart, successful and overall perfect, but she was also not afraid to laugh and be goofy. Her personality was golden, she was just bubbly and fun at all the right times, and sympathetic and compassionate when she needed to be, and she didn't ever complain.

The past 9 months had been a storm of emotions. The fertilization was very emotional. Kurt and Blaine both wanted to be the father, but wanted the other to be the father too. It was a mess of "No you can," and "Really, its alright". They'd eventually settled for a draw, to mix their "Genetic contribution" together and leave the rest to fate, they figured it'd be the only way to solve it.

After that ordeal was done, there were, of course, other major decisions. The baby needed a name. They both wanted something that sounded overly cute or foreign, like Saoirse or Rylance. But there were so many. They liked the names Blythe, Frazier, Rhys, and Evelyn, along with Rylance and Saoirse. They stressed over it, even though they knew the baby wouldn't be born for a long while anyway. Kurt always thought the names would pop into his mind easily. As a little boy he'd think about what he wanted to name his future babies, it was always something like Marc or Alexander, but now that he really had to choose…he just couldn't think of a name that was absolutely perfect…

Eventually, after exhausting themselves with ideas and uncertainty on the matter, they chose to postpone the name choosing…it was much too stressful.

Then came the Nursery. Both agreed this was Kurt's job to take on. He spent a good long three and a half weeks hidden away in his office in all his free time plotting every idea that came into his mind. He wanted animals, toys, bright colors, shelves of endless fairytales, the cutest furniture to hold the worlds most adorable baby wardrobe - which was unanimously voted to be his responsibility as well. He wanted music and a nightlight that projected stars onto the ceiling, he wanted the bassinet to have a silk canopy and the softest of blankets and pillows. He wanted soft pastel colors and a collection of plush stuffed toys, a big rocking chair and a changing station fully supplied with all the best in baby skincare products and fitted for royalty. He wanted slides and swings and a corner of beanbag chairs and body pillows to curl up and read with his baby. He had endless ideas; enough to fill ten thousand nurseries, and he wanted all of it. He itched so terribly to get started on it, but he knew it could only be perfect if he knew exactly what the baby was.

Blaine had his own plans. Girl or boy, this baby was going to be covered in bowties. He supposed if it was a girl he'd have to use the bows in her hair or in the form of print on her clothing, rather than on her neck, but, even so, this baby was going to practically be swimming in bowties. He already had a small collection started by the time Lydia reached the second trimester.

"Oh really?" Kurt giggled.

"Seriously! That bitch was looking at me like I had fucking killed her whole family!" Natalia explained dramatically. "I probably would've, after that look she gave me…" she added, under her breath.

Kurt just sighed and smiled. "She was probably just jealous of your fabulous outfit."

She blushed, "Shuddup.."

Just then, Kurt received a text from a miss Rachel Berry.

Rachel B. Berry - 4:02pm: Hypothetically, if someone were to bring flowers up there, what kind would be most appropriate?

Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes, texting back.

Kurt Hummel - 4:04pm: Red and white roses, a dozen, with a fancy card. Hurry and get up here quick. Now.

Rachel B. Berry - 4:05pm: Bossy much?

Kurt Hummel - 4:05pm: I tend to be that way.

Rachel B. Berry - 4:07pm: Sheesh…

Kurt chuckled to himself, then looked up. "Rae's on her way, She's downstairs."

"Brilliant!" Blaine replied, laying a soft kiss on the temple of his partner.

Natalia looked at them with utter disgust, "Get a fucking room…" she crossed her arms and kicked Kurt in the calf.

"Lighten up, Hun. You're about to become an Aunt. Forget about the bitch at the restaurant." Kurt expressed desperately, wanting the air of emotion to be happy when his children came into the world.

Natalia straightened up in her chair and uncrossed her arms reluctantly. "Fine," she grumbled, forcing a very false smile.

Kurt smiled genuinely back at her, at least she was trying. "Thank you."

Lydia whispered something to Natalia, inaudible to the boys, that made her break the tiniest unadulterated smile and even giggle slightly.

Rachel knocked on the door softly as she entered the room, toting a large vase of gorgeous red and white roses, just like Kurt had asked for.

"Hey Rachel." Blaine smiled, "You can put those on that table." he stated, referring to the flowers and pointing in the direction of the table of little stuffed toys, flowers, and cards.

"Thanks." she placed them on the table gently before sitting down on the windowsill. "Rough day?" she asked Lydia.

"You could say that," Lydia giggled, "Not the easiest of days, that's for sure."

Rachel laughed, "Definitely. How many centimetres are you now?"

"I believe I'm about eight. The doctor should be coming soon to check."

Rachel looked at Kurt and Blaine and squealed with elation, "Just a little longer guys!"

"How many centimetres dilated does she have to be?" asked Blaine, curiously.

"Ten." an approaching Gynaecologist - the same one as before - answered, smiling, "ten and then we can deliver you some babies. Let's take a look and see how far you are now." he approached the bed and knelt down to check Lydia's cervical dilation.

Blaine smiled, "Alright, thanks!"

The doctor checked Lydia's cervical dilation before standing up and informing his patient and the others in the room, "She's nine centimetres dilated now. I'm going to get the nurses and another OB/GYN in here, and by then she'll be prepared to push."

Kurt looked at Blaine, a huge grin on his face, "Blainey!" he squealed, elated, pulling the smaller boy into a tight embrace, "Oh…my…god… Blaine in just a few minutes, we're gonna be…DADDIES!"

"I know, sweetheart!" Blaine spoke, trying to keep calm externally despite being extremely excited internally, "Just a little longer and we'll be holding our babies."

A few months earlier, at a routine check up they had accompanied Lydia too, as always, they discovered something huge. Lydia was not carrying one single child, but she was carrying twins.