As soon as I saw the finale I knew I had to explore this storyline further. Rachel is Klaine's surrogate. It's gorgeous. There is, of course, a million ways that could have gone (did she donate her eggs or did they use someone else's? how long were they thinking about it before they decided to go with surrogacy and how did Rachel come to be the lady they went with?). Mine is just one potential path that just generally feels good and right to me and I hope you enjoy this tale I'm about to weave over the next couple of months.

Also since I'm writing this as I go I have some polls for my readers to be revealed as they become relevant in the story:
1. Should the baby be boy, girl, or intersex?
2. Should Kurt or Blaine be the genetic father? (whether or not they know whose it is - which father should the baby get their genes from?)
3. BABY NAMES GUYS GIVE ME ALL YOUR IDEAS

Surprise visiting Mr...Will (Kurt would never get used to that, not ever) on father's day had been a good idea. Emma had just had twins last fall and giving the two of them a couple of hours had easily been the very best gift that any of his students had given him to date. Also Kurt couldn't get the twins out of his head. One had been curled up in his dad's arms guzzling away at their trainee sippy cup. His dad looked just like he did in some of those old pictures, back when Kurt was a baby, with this sort of prideful glow because he was the one that this baby needed right in this very moment. He only got to raise one kid though. Kurt. And they had had quite a beautiful journey together. Burt deserved the chance to have that again, even if he was just, say, the grandpa.

The thing that lingered longer, though, was the other baby. In Blaine's arms. As they danced about. As Blaine tried to copy a routine Daniel had 'made up.' Truth be told it looked an awful lot like a clumsy version of some of the routines that Kurt was so deeply familiar with. That was when he'd seen it. The gleam in Blaine's eyes. The two kids. It was their future. With red hair. That part was pretty impossible because their odds of producing red hair were practically zero. But everything else looked exactly like everything he wanted.

"Meet your new baby girl!" the TV blared.

"Emily!" the woman sobbed. Kurt wanted to wrinkle his nose at the name but he couldn't. There were tears in his eyes.

This was his one a.m. guilty pleasure. Baby shows. Documentaries, long running tv series (except 20-whatever kids and counting - he refused to support anyone who would advocate so strongly against LGBT rights). Reruns. Movies. Look Who's Talking and Too had become a tiny bit of a guilty pleasure. But not the ones with the talking dogs. That one just lost sight of everything that made him cry in the first two movies.

Blaine knew nothing. Or if he did know he didn't say anything. Usually Kurt watched it when he was home and Blaine wasn't. But they were both in Lima still, ready to dedicate the next day to spoiling Burt Hummel some more. And maybe paying a visit to Mr. Anderson if only to say hello. Kurt was trying to be a good son-in-law but Mr. Anderson didn't even want to acknowledge their marriage. As he put it, it wasn't that he didn't like Kurt and it wasn't that he wasn't ok with his son being gay and with a man. It was that two men just should not get married. Hopefully he'd come around before the two had kids. Kurt knew Blaine wanted him in their lives.

"I didn't know this show was still on the air," his father spoke beside him. He hadn't even noticed the man approaching.

"Oh yeah, I guess it is," he said as he reached for the remote control. There was no pretending he hadn't been set on this channel. The control was well out of his reach from his position. Even with all the stretching he did there was no hope for him. His body wasn't built to reach that thing without putting his feet down. Burt picked it up for him.

"How new is this hobby?"

"What hobby?" Burt motioned to the television.

"And don't get smart with me. I know you too well and I'm not nearly as dumb as people think I am."

"...I don't know. I caught an episode of that new show about the parents with septuplets...about six months ago. It was interesting."

"This isn't that show."

"I know." Burt sunk down on the couch with him. "I sort of started watching a lot of other shows like these. They're everywhere."

"I guess. If you look for them."

"...Yeah." They watched as the family took little Emily - a premie baby - home for the first time. Everything, so they said, was different with a premie baby. "Wasn't I premature?"

"Only about...almost two weeks? Not like that kid. With you it's entirely possible we just got your due date wrong and you were actually really close to being on time. You were just a bit small. Didn't cry much. Slept more than we thought you would. The doctor said that was just because you were probably so exhausted. Its hard being a baby. You have to fuss all the time and be spoiled constantly-" He laughed as Kurt gave him a gentle shove. "Have you given any thought to your own?"

"My own what?"

"Baby." There it was. Out in the open for them both to digest. Burt didn't even realize what he was suggesting until it had come out of his mouth. His son - his one and only child - was old enough and secure enough in a marriage to be thinking about children.

Man did he feel old.

"Dad…"

"Yes Kurt?"

"I...Ok I have. I mean, we have enough money and we're really stable in our careers. I'm pretty sure almost no one our age can boast that. We're great. I never, ever, thought that I'd be doing this well as a performer. Let alone me and my husband both being this successful. But there's so many reasons why its not a good idea to be thinking about this right now."

"Like?"

"Like...we always rush into things. We said I love you within what two months? We got engaged before Blaine had even graduated from high school!"

"And that turned out so badly."

"Well...at first it did…"

"But what about now?" Kurt let himself fall into silence before his father could trap him in even more logic. That didn't stop Burt of course. "What you two did was a bit crazy and I could have warned you that at least one of you would panic, committing to something so grown up at such a young age. But when you actually got married things really started working out, didn't they?"

"Suddenly all those fights were a lot easier to manage. They weren't a sign of doomsday, they were a sign that we were meshing our lives together and that all our dreams were coming true."

"Mmhm. So, yes, you rush into things and yes you don't always think things through, and babies aren't something to rush in to. But I know for a fact that a man in your position can't just accidentally become a father. So what, even if you're younger than most people like you-"

"Gay men?"

"Yes, among other things. Your whole generation is having babies older now too, right? Maybe it just means that you are ready. It might be a bit crazy. That doesn't mean you two can't handle it."

"...Were you ready?"

"Well, Kurt. I was younger than you are now when you were born. I had just gotten my hands on a broken down old building that I was going to turn into a car shop. We didn't have any money, I'd spent all my savings on my business dream, and we barely had a stable roof over our heads. So...no."

"And I turned out just fine."

"More than fine. I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks Dad." They both let out a deep sigh. The kind that Kurt had just grown up sighing, just like his father, perhaps because that was how his father sighed. He wanted that. A little child who grew up with some of his subtleties. Who grew up with some of Blaine's subtleties. A mish-mash of them. A human being all its own that they had raised into the son or daughter that they were proud of. That amazed them the way his father seemed to be amazed by him every single day.

"You should talk to him."

"Hm?"

"Blaine. You should talk to him."

"About what?"

"Kids."

"We do talk!"

"About someday how you're going to have two kids and it's going to be lovely, right? You decided on your married name because you wanted your kids to share your last name. Kurt. If you could see yourself right now...someday seems like it could be a lot sooner than some distant unknown day. It could be...a couple of months from now. Or, a year from now more likely." The young man opened his mouth to deny it but he couldn't. He was twenty-four years old. Most people his age were just starting to get started with their lives and here he was with every inch of his body bubbling at the idea of cradling his new born baby soon.

"But what if he's not ready."

"Then he's not ready. But you won't know that until you talk to him."

"...I'll think about it." A yawn escaped him. Burt wrapped an arm around him to squeeze his shoulders. "I love you Dad. I think I'm going to go back to bed."

"I love you too. Goodnight." As the father decided to stay up and see how Emily's tale ended, Kurt crawled himself up the stairs and back to his wonderfully warm and waiting husband. Blaine tried to pretend he was asleep but Kurt knew better. He scooted in behind and wrapped his arm and leg over the man.

"Have you been awake since I left?" His husband let out a sigh before rolling over to face him.

"Yes but don't blame yourself. I always wake up when you get up. Its instinct. You're my personal alarm clock."

"Usually you fall back asleep though."

"Usually it's morning back home and I don't have to be up for another two hours." Blaine gave him a light kiss. "I can't sleep in strange beds without you."

"If this bed is strange then who was I sleeping with in high school."

"You know what I mean. It's not our bed." The bed they'd bought together to fit in with the style of their new apartment. Their marital bed. The bed that had only ever seen them as two husbands who would fight through anything so that they could still be together at the end of each day.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Their lips pulled together like desperate magnets to metal. Soft, sweet, gentle. Like they always belonged together and even though they were still stable entities when they were apart the connection was one that needed to be made. It was more than they could ever have asked for. And as they kissed, all Kurt could think about was how wonderful it would be to have their child nestled in between them as they read him (or her) stories until she (or he) fell asleep. Safe and warm between their two daddies.

Burt was right.

Kurt Anderson-Hummel wanted a baby.