Warning: Contains male pregnancy and minor character death.

I do not own Glee.

When Kurt woke up at 3AM to an empty bed, it didn't take him long to find his husband. He slowly got up and hesitantly crept to the room across the hall, finding Blaine curled up in the rocking chair with a small, pink blanket clutched to his chest. "Honey?" He said softly as he walked in, frowning at the sight before him. "Blaine?"

Blinking, Blaine looked up from where he sat, his red and puffy eyes clear indicators that he'd been crying. "Oh. Hey." He mumbled, shifting in the chair. "What're you doing up?"

"You know I can't sleep without you there to cuddle with me." Kurt responded, moving to stand in front of the rocking chair. He smiled just slightly at his husband, but his smile faded after a moment and his expression turned worried. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you in here for a while."

The curly haired man sniffed softly and shrugged his shoulders, not looking up at his husband. "Today wasn't a good day." He said softly.

"Oh?"

"I went to the doctor's."

For a moment Kurt stood there in shock, with his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "You... did?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah..." He said softy, closing his eyes now. "I thought that... that maybe..." He trailed off and shook his head, taking a few calming breaths before he dared to look up at Kurt. "I thought I was. So I went to check."

Immediately, Kurt crouched down in front of his husband with his hands gently resting on his legs. "Honey, I would have gone with you! You know I'll go to any appointment with you. Why didn't you ask-"

"The results were negative."

Those words seemed to silence the countertenor, and Blaine continued.

"I-I... I'd really thought that... that I was." He said shakily, his voice hardly above a whisper. "I was so sure... All the signs and I... I was so excited. And I wanted to surprise you, so I didn't tell you about the d-doctor's visit. I wanted to come home and... and show you the official results. Like I did.. when... when.." He suddenly had to stop and visibly calm himself by taking deep breaths and rubbing his hands together. "But then the doctor... she told me I wasn't and I... I didn't know... how to tell you when I got home.. and and I..." Once more he trailed off, this time with a choked sob as he buried his face into the blanket his was holding. "M'Sorry!" He wailed miserably.

Kurt suddenly launched into comfort mode, not hesitating to take his husband into his arms. "Oh, honey." He whispered, his own glasz eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he slowly rocked his husband in a soothing motion. "Shh, it's okay. Don't apologize, it's okay. Don't cry."

The calming words went ignored, however, because Blaine shoved Kurt away and continued to cry. "I just want a baby!" He said miserably, gripping the blanket in his hands even tighter. "It's not fair! I... I..."

"Blaine." Kurt reached forward again to gently try and calm his husband. He knew it would be difficult, though. It always was after he had a right doctor's visit.

Blaine closed his eyes and allowed himself to be comforted this time. He melted into Kurt's arms before suddenly clinging, not wanting him to let go. "It's just not fair." He whispered into Kurt's shoulder.

It wasn't fair, that after years of trying, Blaine couldn't have a baby; no, instead he had to be taunted by the world around him. All of his friends were becoming parents- Finn and Rachel had just given birth to their second child, Mercedes was pregnant with her first, Quinn had a crowd of three already, and, hell, even Cooper had two kids of his own by now!

But Blaine?

He was left to watch it all, trying his best to be happy for his friends despite the continuous struggle raging inside of him. He just wanted a baby. A son or a daughter. A child that was both his and Kurt's. He wanted it so badly it hurt, but...

It hadn't happened yet.

But it almost had, three years ago.
Three years ago when, after so long of trying, the doctor had happily told him he was expecting. Both Blaine and Kurt were over the moon- as fatherhood was something both men craved- and they prepared for their new baby in every way possible.
They read all the books, made sure Blaine ate healthily, and after finding out that they would be having a little girl, decorated a nursery and even picked out a name. Their baby was to be called Emma Grace, a name that both men thought perfect for their little princess, and they were ecstatic while awaiting her arrival.

Her arrival, however, did not go as planned.

Blaine went into an early labor, without warning, at barely six months pregnant. He'd given birth to his tiny Emma Grace, who was immediately rushed to the intensive care unit just after birth. He didn't even have a chance to see her, until it was too late. The doctors did everything they could, but in the end, the little girl's lungs were just too underdeveloped and she passed away after only three hours of life. Both of her father's were devastated.

As expected, both men grieved greatly for the loss of their little girl, with Blaine taking it especially hard. He felt responsible for the early delivery of his daughter- there had to have been something he'd done wrong, and despite Kurt's reassurances that he'd done nothing, Blaine still blamed himself. He had been the one to carry her, after all.

It took a while, but after nearly a year of many sleepless nights, teary kisses, and upset confessions and reassurances, both men felt the need to try again for a family. The desire of parenthood was deeply tugging at Kurt and Blaine, and they desperately wanted to have a little family of their own. So they began to try yet again.

But… Blaine just couldn't get pregnant. He went to special doctors, tried certain medications, tried certain home remedies, tried having lots of sex… to no avail. Hopeful visits to the doctor ended in tears, and many nights, Blaine couldn't sleep because his mind was racing with reasons why he couldn't conceive Kurt's child. Was he being punished for something? Was there something wrong with him? He just didn't understand. Why couldn't he have a baby?

Sighing softly, Kurt pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Blaine's head, jolting him from his thoughts. "It's okay." The countertenor said softly. "We can try again. And next time I'll go to the doctor with you… I don't want you feeling like you have to go at it alone. You don't. We're in this together, you know. Me and you, like always."

Still sniffling, Blaine hugged Kurt tightly, finally feeling like he might be calming down, just a bit. "Okay." He whispered softly, and then, after a moment, "I'm sorry."

"Hey now, no need for apologies. You haven't done anything wrong."

"But…" Blaine pulled back from his husband's embrace and stood up, walking towards the crib that sat in the corner of the room. "I'm just tired of disappointing you. I just want you to be happy."

"Blaine! I am hap-"

"You don't have to pretend." The shorter man interrupted with a small shake of the head. "I can't... I can't give you a child, and it kills me, Kurt. Absolutely kills me. I want… I want you to be able to hold a little girl or boy in your arms and see them look up at you and think.. 'Wow. This is our baby.' Our baby that we created out of our love for each other. B-But I can't do that; I can't give that to you. And I'm so… so sorry, Kurt. I…I… it kills me.. I.. don't understand…"

Kurt sensed by Blaine's tone that the tears were about to start again and he flew to his side. "Blaine Anderson-Hummel." He said softly as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "If you think for minute- even a second- a moment that I'm not happy because we don't have a baby, then you're wrong." He said softly, holding up a hand when the other man opened his mouth to speak. "I'm not saying that I wouldn't be overjoyed about having a child, because I most definitely would be, but I am saying that it's okay. It really is. You know why?" He didn't even wait for an answer before continuing, "Because I have you, and you make me happier than I will ever be able to explain. Baby or no baby, and I mean it, honey. I truly do." He stopped then and looked at Blaine with a small smile, waiting for him to say something.

It took him a moment, but slowly, Blaine nodded and reached up to wipe the tears on his face away. "I… I'm sorry for being such a crier." He mumbled, sort of laughing as he looked up at Kurt. "But I just… I can't help it. I feel so… so discouraged, and even though we don't have to have a baby, I want one so badly. So badly that it hurts… It's like this ache, this empty feeling that won't go away and I just… I.. you know what I mean?"

"I do, sweetie."

Nodding, Blaine leaned in to rest his head on Kurt's shoulder while dropping a hand to his stomach. "Can we keep trying?" He asked in a timid voice. "I don't want to give up, not yet. I… just want this, Kurt. I want it."

Kurt's grip tightened and he gave his husband a small, gentle squeeze. "Okay." He said quietly, knowing that he couldn't deny his husband something that he wanted so, so much. "Then we can. We can keep trying."

"Thank you, Kurt. Thank you." With that, Blaine leaned in for a gentle kiss, and as he let Kurt hold him there, standing in the never-used nursery of their apartment, he knew that they truly would be okay. They would have their family some day- he just knew it- and they would be just fine.

Urgh, I'm crying. D: Sorry for the crap ending, I'm never good with ending things.

For now, this is a one-shot, but that's not to say I won't continue it. I suppose it depends on what ideas I get and what you all think of it. So... let me know?