Kurt Hummel turned over in bed, reaching for his wife in a sleepy haze. He frowned as her prone form was not beside him. He felt of the sheets where she had been lying, and it was cold. He chewed on the inside of his lip and got out of bed. He knew where she probably was. It was where both of their minds where, really. He found her in the babies' room, looking absently out the window. Rachel was sighing softly in the gliding rocker, her hand softly caressing the large baby bump.
"Hey," Kurt said softly. "You okay?" She looked at him, a small frown forming on her lips.
"Your children are kickboxing, or playing on the jungle gym. I'm not sure which," she said with the most pathetic face she could manage.
Kurt came over and sat at her feet, rubbing and caressing them with a sad smile. He kissed her swollen abdomen. The twins were due any day now, and they were told to be careful and watch for any labor signs. It was hard to believe that just within a few days he was going to be a father of twins. At any other point in his life, the idea of being a father to anything was mortifying.
"I'm sorry," he said, running his hands up and down Rachel's calves. She whimpered her approval and wiggled in the chair.
"They're so active," she said. Kurt placed a hand to her belly, feeling them move around under his fingertips.
"They're trying to tell you something," said Kurt with a laugh, trying to be funny. "Time's up. They're ready to come out."
"Ugh," said Rachel, making a sour face. "I just want to sleep more than fifteen minutes." She blew her bangs out of her face. "I'm sorry for complaining so much these days. Sharing your body and feeling like an overstuffed teddy bear isn't easy."
"I can only imagine," agreed Kurt.
"Next time, you're carrying our children."
"Very funny."
"Don't even start. I will impregnate you with triplets and let you see how that feels."
"I have no uterus so that might be a little hard."
Rachel narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "I would find a way."
Kurt didn't doubt that. He inched away backwards from Rachel, half expecting her to try it now. No, just no. He smirked as an idea formed in his mind. He pulled closer, triplets be damned, and lay his head against Rachel's baby bump. The brunette smiled when she heard Kurt start to sing a familiar tune but in a slower, softer key:
Ne sois pas à la ramasse, sois une reine
Que tu sois fauchée ou toujours confortable
Tu es d'origine noire, blanche, beige, chocolat
Tu es libanais, oriental
Que les infirmités de la vie
T'aient laissé exclu, maltraité ou assommé
Réjouis-toi et aime-toi aujourd'hui
Car, bébé, tu es né comme ça
Que la vie soit gay, hétéro ou bi
Lesbienne ou trans
Je suis sur le droit chemin, bébé
Je suis née pour survivre
Noir, blanc ou beige
Chocolat ou venu d'orient, qu'importe
Je suis sur le droit chemin, bébé,
Je suis née pour être courageuse
Rachel pretended to sigh after Kurt had finished, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Only your children," she said playfully as she slid a hand down the side of her belly, feeling a little foot. "Would calm down after their father sings them Lady Gaga in French."
"Of course," smiled Kurt. "I'm a treat. They get to hear you all the time."
Rachel leaned down and kissed his forehead, smiling.
"Let's go back to bed. Maybe I can get a few hours worth of sleep." She rubbed her back in preparation for the move. Kurt got quickly to his feet and helped her up. The babies couldn't come quickly enough he thought as they walked out of the room. Or Rachel would find a way to make good on her triplet promise. He shuddered as he turned off the hall light.
AN: Kurt is of course singing two verses from "Born this Way." ;)