Chapter One

Here is the start of the sequel to Angel's Lullaby.

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Thank you for all the support for Angel's Lullaby, this story will be a bit different, as you can tell in the description, and will have a slight time jump for plot purposes.

Don't Own Glee.


Kurt was propped up on the couch, his swollen ankles and legs propped up on the other end. He was 32 weeks pregnant and miserable. It was early February, and although it was freezing outside he couldn't get comfortable or cool. So while Christopher was in a blanket sleeper, playing in the floor in front of him. Kurt was in a pair of very stretchy shorts and a tank top that did nothing to hide his huge stomach. He resented Blaine's ten pound weight gain, and how easy it was for him to get back into shape. Kurt thought round would be the only shape he'd be for the rest of his life, after gaining forty pounds. He can contribute the weight gain to his insane cravings and Blaine's need to fulfill every single one. So his midnight runs for rocky road ice cream may have worn Blaine out, but he was always smiling, happy to be taking care of a healthy husband and their babies.

Kurt's pregnancy was night and day from Blaine's, Kurt wasn't sick as long, but was sicker than he was. Kurt gained weight, a lot of weight, which was expected with twins and being on bed rest. Most of all, they were all healthy, and Kurt after experiencing Blaine's traumatic delivery opted to delivery naturally. He didn't want to be put to sleep and not wake up for three and a half months. Even though the doctors told him that wouldn't happen the thought terrified Kurt. So when he went into pre-term labor two weeks ago, he dealt with the contractions by breathing and cussing Blaine. Blaine just agreed to everything Kurt said, and apologized for "doing this to him". Thankfully with medicine they leveled off and haven't come back. He has gotten steroid shots for their lungs if they decide to come before 37 weeks. Once he hit twenty weeks and they asked if he wanted to know the sex of the twins he decided against it. After losing their daughter it didn't matter to him, he just wanted two healthy babies to grow up beside their healthy son.

Kurt couldn't believe how different his life was than how he thought it'd be right now when they left for New York that day in July. Kurt decorated the nursery himself, using soft yellows and greens that would change to a boys or a girl's room by just adding another color. All the clothes had been washed, put away; everything was ready for the babies to get here. Kurt was determined to get to at least 35 weeks, less chance of the babies not being able to come home with him then. He watched his nearly two year old son play with cars in the floor and turned his attention back to his laptop on his makeshift desk on his lap. He had to pull out of his first year at Julliard, Blaine was still enrolled and doing well. Kurt had been too sick then the doctor's put him on bed rest for his blood pressure around 20 weeks. He attended about half of a semester of school before his doctor told him to stay home. He missed it, but was taking a few classes online so he didn't have to repeat everything next year. So Blaine's mom, Anne, came up and started living with them trading off with Carole so they could help care for Christopher and Kurt. Blaine worked his tail off at school, came home, made dinner for them all and took care of Christopher as soon as his work was done, giving his mother a break. They knew this all was only temporary, and while Kurt felt horrible for how hard Blaine was working, he always did it happily. When Kurt would feel the nesting urge it was Blaine who had to fulfill it. When he thought the floors were too dusty it was Blaine who mopped. When he thought the crib bedding hadn't gotten as clean as he wanted it, Blaine rewashed them. He also watched Blaine make Christopher's big boy room, it was painted blue, with pictures of trucks, and cars, and trains. Their son was all boy, and loved anything with wheels. He got his big boy bed at 18 months when they were awoken out of their sleep by their screaming son who had climbed out of his crib and fell in the floor.

"Dad?"

"Yeah buddy?"

Christopher looked lost in thought, staring at his trains and cars in the floor.

"You yike mah cars dad?"

Kurt laughed, "yeah buddy, dad just can't play in the floor with you right now".

Anne came in then, "he upset you can't play with him again".

Kurt nodded; it broke his heart every time, always made him feel guilty.

He grabbed his son's hand, giving it a quick kiss, "your daddy will be home in a few minutes, I bet he'd love to play cars with you".

He brightened up instantly; he was a daddy's boy, so much like Blaine, but with Kurt's attitude. Blaine played in the floor with him all the time, even when Kurt could it just wasn't something he did, that was Blaine. Kurt played pretend with him, puppets, pretty much anything but cars or trains..cause Kurt never played with them. He was afraid secretly he'd do it wrong, and Blaine was so good at it.

They heard the front door latch, and Christopher went running through the hallway.

"Stop running, daddy will still be there if you walk!" hollered Kurt.

Christopher's bright eyes and brown curly head met Blaine at the door, jumping up and down, ready for play time with his daddy.

"Play cars daddy..pease?"

Blaine smiled and scooped his son up, "there's nothing I'd rather do".

He kissed his mother on the cheek and kissed Kurt's lips, "how you feeling babe?"

"Uncomfortable and huge..other than that I'm great!"

Blaine laughed, "smartass".

"Well what do you want me to do lie?"

Blaine shook his head, "I'm sorry you're miserable, but it's not much longer okay?"

He nodded, "can we eat Chinese tonight?"

Blaine laughed again, "sure babe".

"Chichese!" Christopher squealed happily, clapping his hands.

"Chinese it is!" Blaine laughed.

Blaine walked into the kitchen, taking out the phone book to call the Chinese restaurant. They didn't talk about their twin that was sick, not in front of Christopher. They knew it wasn't rare, and odds were in the baby's favor, but Kurt was still on edge and Blaine did everything he could to keep his mind off of it, and relaxed.