Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Warnings: None yet, possibly Rated T for later chapters.
It's basically the Burt raising Kurt. It will get better.
Burt Hummel stood outside in the waiting room. He shouldn't be scared, Karleigh or Kurt was going to be fine. Elizabeth wanted the gender to be a surprise, despited Burt's protesting.
He really wanted to be with his wife, that was until he almost passed out. It wasn't as if he couldn't take a little blood. He played football as a kid, blood was no mystery to him; it's just see Liz in so much pain, that was something he couldn't take. He'd almost passed out. The nurse had looked down at him and chuckled.
"Sorry, Sir, but I won't be able to carry you out." She had said.
So now Burt was in a waiting room with other expecting parents. There was a particulary nervous next to him; the poor guy was practically hyperventilating. Burt leaned over. "First kid?" Burt assumed.
"Oh, huh, yeah." The man said quickly. "You?" He asked.
"Yeah." Burt nodded.
"I'll tell you," The man breathed, "I am nervous."
"I hear ya." Burt muttered.
Soon a nurse in pink scrubs entered. Burt and the other man jumped to their feet; along with a couple other parents. The nurse smiled and shook her head. "Bradley Davis." She called.
The nervous man raised a shaky hand. "How are they?" Bradley asked.
"Perfectly fine," She smiled, "You have a daughter."
"Oh thank God." He ran his hands through his hair. "Can I see them?" He asked.
"Sure, right this way." She motioned for him to come with her.
"Good luck buddy." Bradley patted Burt on the back. Instead of his nervous look, he was now wearing a toothy grin. He followed the nurse down the hall; Burt noticed the skip in his step. He then found himself incredibly nervous, what if something went wrong? They'd tell him right.
These thoughts kept poisining his mind, he hadn't even heard the nurse.
"Burt Hummel." She repeated.
He looked up. He almost tackled the nurse. "Are they okay, is the baby okay, did they die?" He rambled. The nurse shook her head and giggled. She put a small hand on his shoulder.
"Want to meet your son?" She asked.
He nodded eagerly, and then followed the dainty nurse to the hospital room. When he was entered he was greeted to the greatest sights of his life. His wife holding a little blue swadled baby; she was softly singing to the baby.
Burt took off his baseball cap, and approached his wife and child.
Elizabeth looked up and smiled. "Hi daddy, are you just going to stand there or are you going to see your son?"
Burt moved sit down in the seat next to his wife's hospital bed. He gazed at the little baby wrapped in his wife's arms. He was content. His eyes closed and his tiny hands were clenched into fist.
"He's beautiful." Burt whispered. He stroked the infant's tiny hand, "He looks just like you."
"He has your nose." She noted. She kissed the babies forehead. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel." She smiled.
"Elizabeth." Burt mumbled.
"Oh, c'mon his middle name shows he's sensitive." She smiled, hitting Burt playfully.
"Just imagine what the boys on his football team are going to say." Burt muttered.
"Oh, already choosing his future?" Elizabeth raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
"I don't imagine him doing anything else." Burt shrugged.
"What if he don't want be a football player?" Elizabeth smirked. "What if my baby wants to be a ballerina, or a cheerleader?" She gave her husband a questioning look.
"I'll still love him." He grinned, kissing his wife's head.
My first story :D
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