"Kurt, calm down. Do we seriously need a bag for the vile?" Blaine wondered as they pulled into a drive through for coffee. Kurt, who had been nervous all morning, clutched onto the small, black bag they use to use for traveling toothbrushes. He doubted Kurt would ever want to use it for that again after today. Blaine was forced to drive since Kurt wouldn't let him touch the bag or the vile inside.

Kurt glared at him, clinging to the small bag for life. "Yes, we do. I refuse to look at it."

"Why? It's not like you've never seen sperm before." Blaine chuckled, making Kurt glare harder. "Well, it's not!"

"No, but we don't save it and carry it around either." Kurt grumbled, refusing to even look at the small bag. "It's not like you're the one who had to…"

Kurt paused, his proud mind refusing to let thought transfer to conversation. He didn't have, Blaine finished it for it. "Ejaculate into a tube and then carry it around?"

"Blaine!" Blaine retrieved the coffee from the confused drive through Barista. He extended one out to Kurt, but his husband was too red from embarrassment and anger. After a quick stare down, Kurt took the coffee with his free hand and shrunk to the other side of the car, giving Blaine the biggest bitch-glare he's ever mustered. Blaine laughed harder and turned back to pay the Barista.

"We're having a reproductive day." He explained. It wasn't until Blaine drove away that Kurt realized what Blaine said. With a shake of his head and a small smile, he told him.

"That comment automatically makes you the lame dad, just thought I should tell you that."

()

The call came a week later—after going through the entire process of cleaning the sperm and allowing it to mingle with the eggs, it was decided two would be implanted in Rachel for the first attempt. After assuring Finn up and down it wasn't anything he needed to come in for, Kurt and Blaine went in with Rachel and her four-year-old daughter, Fanny.

"Rachel Hudson?" The nurse called out. Rachel gave Kurt and Blaine a reassuring smile.

"Wish me luck."

"Sure you don't want one of us to come with you?" Kurt asked his sister-in-law, niece sitting on his lap. Fanny was almost Rachel's little clone (Rachel had made sure of that) with her long dark hair pulled back in ribbons and wearing a dress Kurt wouldn't let a child of his get caught dead in. The only thing that marked her as Finn's child was her beautiful brown eyes. She was still pouting that she wouldn't get to go into the doctor's office with her mom.

Rachel laughed and asked. "Do you really want to see it?"

"No, not really." Kurt answered with a grimace. Rachel leaned over to place a kiss on her resisting daughter.

"Be good for your uncles, Fanny." Then Rachel practically strutting away, acting very much like the Broadway actress she was. Blaine smiled at the way Fanny huffed.

"Come on, Fanny. Would you really rather spend your time in a stuffy old office than out here with Uncle Kurt and I?" He asked. Fanny relaxed just as bit, but was still holding her ground. Kurt rocked her in his arms gently.

"Is something else bothering you, honey?"

"I know what's going on." Fanny said at long last. Kurt and Blaine shot each other a look. "Mommy's going to have another baby and forget all about me."

They weren't sure how to go about this. The subject could be confusing for an adult sometimes, how did you explain it to a four year old? "Fania Carole Hudson, how could you even think that? Your mother loves you and so does your dad!"

"But why do they want a new baby then? Mommy told me there was going to be a baby in her belly." With a sigh, Kurt gently stood up and placed Fanny on the seat he had been sitting on. Kurt leaned down to get eye-level with Fanny.

"Sweetie, the baby mommy's going to have isn't going to be your brother or sister. It's going to be your little cousin. Mommy's helping Uncle Blaine and I have a baby." He explained in an even tone. The look of confusion on Fanny's face was so similar to Finn's Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"But how?"

Kurt looked up to Blaine for help—his husband leaned down and took Fanny's hand. "Well Uncle Kurt and I wanted to have a baby, so we had another friend help us make the baby, and now the baby is going to be put in your mom's belly. She's going to carry the baby for us and in nine months, and then she'll give birth to your new cousin. You won't even have to live with him…"

"Her." Kurt tried to correct. Blaine rolled his eyes and continued.

"…after that. You'll still be mommy and daddy's little princess." Fanny switched her looks between Kurt and Blaine for a few seconds.

"I won't have to share my toys or my spotlight?"

"Only when you want to." Kurt assured. Fanny smiled and looked down to the hands in her lap.

"Well, I guess that's okay… I have another question though." She said quietly.

"Oh? What is it?" Blaine asked, confident it couldn't any more awkward than the last.

She looked up at Blaine with large eyes. "Why can't Uncle Kurt carry the baby?" Kurt threw his head forward and groaned while Blaine started laughing so loud people in the waiting room started giving him funny looks. Kurt looked up to give him a look before turning to Fanny very seriously.

"Because boys can't have babies, Fanny…Not even when their voices are like mine. They don't have the right equipment."

"Why?"

"Fanny." Kurt said in a gentle but low voice. Blaine was still trying to hide his chuckles even as Kurt was glaring daggers at him. "Ask your dad about it. Although, you probably know more than him by this point."

She shrugged. "Okay…Uncle Kurt, you and Uncle Blaine are still going to love me the most right?"

Kurt sighed and stood up. "I give up. I can't win with you child. Why don't you go play with the toys for little bit?" Fanny got up and skipped over to the corner where a variety of toys were laid out. Kurt took his spot next to Blaine and punched him hard in the shoulder. "I don't believe you! My niece thinks you can impregnate me and you laugh?"

"Kurt, I had no choice. The comment needed to be laughed at." Blaine responded, rubbing his arm where Kurt had hit him. "Besides, she's four, she doesn't know any better."

"Still, the fact that she'd pick me out of the two of us is aggravating to say the least. Apparently, I look child-bearable."

"Well, you do have nice hips. Ow, stop doing that!" Blaine glared at Kurt when he hit him this time. Kurt bore a satisfied smile before adding.

"So, you really think it's going to be a boy, huh?"

"Yeah, boys are pretty predominant in my family. All my cousins are boys and obviously, both my brother and I are boys. Granted, he won't have Anderson genetics in him but because it's going to be my son, it'll count. Plus, how awesome would it be to have a house of all men?"

"Oh, Blaine you're longing for the Warbler years again." Kurt rolled his eyes at his husband's logic. "I want a little girl to dress up and have tea parties with! My old tea-set has to go somewhere."

"Sorry, it's going to be a boy. I know it." Blaine said with a cocky smile. Kurt returned it with one of his own. With an amused look, Blaine added. "Winner gets to decorate the room?"

"Um no." Kurt said, knowing it to be a cold day in hell before Blaine would touch his dream nursery. "How about the winner gets to name the kid?"

Blaine pat Kurt's thigh and chuckled. "You're on, Hummel… You'll regret this when you're holding baby Dumbledore."

Kurt released a huff of air and sunk in his seat. "Not only are you the lame dad of the two of us, but you might possibly be the lamest dad ever."

()

It was one thing for Kurt and Blaine to talk about being parents. Another when it came to the moment three weeks later. Kurt and Blaine were going over to Finn and Rachel's for Sunday breakfast but also to see the results of Rachel's first pregnancy test. When they arrived, Finn was fixing pancakes while Fanny sat tiredly at the table.

"Are you managing not to burn them?" Kurt asked with a chuckle, planting a kiss on his niece's head before sitting at the table next to Blaine.

"Hey, I've learned a few things from the Swedish chef, haven't I Fanny-cake?" Finn said over his shoulder. His daughter smiled at him before letting her head drop on the table. "Oh by the way, thanks for having me ask me about…you know, the equipment."

Blaine stifled his laughter when he noticed Kurt watching out of the corner of his eye. "Where's Rachel? Still sleeping?"

"No, uh…She went to do the test just before you guys arrived." Finn came over with the pan, shuffling a pancake onto Fanny's plate before returning to the stove. Rachel entered the room shortly after that, already made-up and ready for the day.

Blaine and Kurt's eyes drew to her immediately. "Well?" They said in harmony. She gave them both a confused look before realization hit her.

"Oh no, it takes a few minutes for the results. We can all look together after breakfast." So they sat and ate the blandest pancakes (at least Finn was trying) ever and made idle chatter, the same thing all in their heads. The results were pushed back further as Blaine and Kurt did the dishes while Rachel and Finn got Fanny ready for the day.

Finally they were standing in the Hudson master bedroom. Finn and Fanny watching t.v. out in the living room while the three of them stared at the bathroom. Each of them wondering who would go look at the test.

"I'm not touching it." Kurt decided. No matter what, he just couldn't justify touching something Rachel pee'd on.

Rachel pat Blaine's back and smiled. "Looks like you're it, Blaine. One of you should be the one to see." Blaine chuckled and nodded. He was about to step into the bathroom when Rachel stopped him. "Wait! Before you look…I want you two to promise me that if it's negative, you won't give up. We'll get more eggs from Santana and baby gravy from Kurt if we have to," Kurt blushed when Rachel said that last part but allowed to continue. "But you have to promise here and now you won't give on this. On us."

Blaine gave Kurt a gentle look. Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "Alright."

The shorter husband continued into the bathroom. Kurt listened for any signs—a groan of disappointment, a shriek of happiness, but got nothing. He felt like forever when Blaine finally emerged. His expression unreadable.

All it took was one look from Kurt and a smile broke across his face. "Rachel's pregnant."

"What?" Kurt gasped as Rachel clung onto him. She was so excited, tears started falling from her face. Unexpectedly, Kurt embraced her and looked to Blaine for a second confirmation. "She really is?"

"No Kurt, I said it to play with your emotions—YES SHE'S REALLY PREGNANT!" Blaine bolted across the room. Kurt managed to move Rachel in time to catch Blaine. The men laughed, cried and embraced each other as they realized—holy shit, this was actually happening. Then they both hugged Rachel and thank her until their throats were sore.

It was just them at first. Then they went out to tell Finn and Fanny, and then they called the entire New Direction girl's and told them the exciting news. Santana was the first they decided to call.

"Guess what? One of your little Santana's powered through." Kurt said over the phone. The Latina laughed.

"I told you those bitches were beasts. First time and everything. Congratulations Hummel. Bet you didn't think we'd ever make a child together, did you?"

"Can't say I did, but I'm so grateful we did….I could never repay you for this, Santana. Thank you so much." Kurt could feel Santana beaming. He was sure she felt it off of him too. The emotional tie was so strong that Kurt felt like crying all over again.

Instead, he laughed when he heard Brittany's voice ask. "Santana, is Rachel sitting on your egg?"

"Babe, we talked about this, I didn't lay an egg and…Kurt I have to go. Wicked job fertilizing the girls."

"Thanks." Kurt laughed just as the line went dead. He stared at the phone trying to hide the blush that came across his face. "I just didn't realize we'd be talking about my part in it so much…"

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