"Looks kind of like a sea-monkey." Santana said during her and Kurt's coffee date almost a week after. At first, Santana had been hesitant to even look at the picture, but with some subtle convincing, she eventually looked.

"That's what I said." Kurt murmured taking a long drink of his coffee. "Blaine's been calling it Dumbledore to get under my skin. Either that, or his obsession with Harry Potter is officially beyond control."

"If that hobbit tries to name my seed Dumbledore, I'll go Mordor on his ass." Santana spat out. Kurt gave her an odd look. "Don't ask how I know that, I just do." She then slid the picture back to Kurt who tilted his head.

"You don't want to keep it?"

Santana shrugged. "Kurt, don't take this personally, but even if I did, isn't the whole point of this for me not to get invested? It's you and Blaine's kid, not yours and mine."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you can't be involved in the baby's life." Kurt tried to sound assuring but the look on Santana's face was hard to read. Was it sad or uncomfortable? Or both? Either way, it seemed to suggest that she believed getting too involved was a bad idea, and while selfishly, Kurt wanted to limit how much of influence Santana would be to his baby, another part of him knew it hadn't been for Santana, this baby wouldn't even exist. "In fact, I was hoping you would take one of the seats of honor at the baby shower?"

"Whoa, the baby was conceived almost months ago and you're already planning a baby shower? Typical porcelain."

Kurt chuckled at his old nickname. "Well, this is a little different. Typically, a female friend plans a baby shower, but since we owe all our female friends, we're throwing the party and not asking for gifts. We just want to celebrate the baby. What do you say?"

"I-I don't know Kurt, Brittany and I are talking about moving and if all goes as planned, we'll probably be gone before your bundle of 'joy'" She made air-quotes to go along with it. "Even arrives."

Kurt smiled weakly. "Well, just think about it and let me know…As long as we're talking about that though. Blaine and I bought you a gift. To thank you." Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a small, velvet box out and extending it toward Santana. Narrowing her eyes on the object, she grabbed it and opened it. Revealing a beautiful, 18k diamond ring. One large cut in the middle and the band surrounded by smaller gems.

"Um, as flattered as I am that you and your hobbit would ask me to be your wife, there's a little too much boner going on there for my taste."

"Close. Blaine and I bought it hoping you'd ask Brittany to marry you." Santana closed the box, her expression unreadable. Kurt remembered thinking that was the most dangerous thing about Santana. You never knew what she was thinking or what she was capable of. Now he realized it was actually the most vulnerable thing about her, because sometimes even she didn't know what she was capable of feeling. "If you don't like the ring, we can get you a different one and sell that one."

"What makes you think I'm proposing to Brittany?" She blurted out at long last. She wasn't angry, at least, not completely.

"You two have almost been together almost as long as Blaine and I have. You're almost 28 now, I honestly thought you would have asked before now." Kurt answered honestly.

Santana snorted. "Contrary to what you believe, Lady Lips, not all of us need that suburban white picket fence, complete with little rugrats." She nudged her head to the sonogram picture. "That might work for you, but it's not who I am."

"Then sell it." Kurt said, becoming annoyed with her lack of attitude. He allowed a few moments of calm to set in before he continued. "Sell it and take a trip or do whatever. I was trying my gratitude not start a fight. But since you decided to give me a baby intervention, let me give you your own intervention… You've wanted to do this for a long time. Probably since high school. You don't want to admit it San, but all of us can see how in love you two are. And no, I don't see you living in security with bundles of children running about, but I don't see you without Brittany either."

Santana looked away and played with a lock of hair. Kurt knew she was still listening so he continued. "Brittany wants it too, believe or not. You can't tell me you didn't see how crushed she was when Blaine and I got married. Or Mike and Tina for that matter. I know you're scared she'll reject you—that's always been your biggest fear, being rejected by her again, but I guarantee you she won't."

It was an odd effect in the Glee club alumni. Somehow, a small group of people had found solace and strength in one other in the one place they thought would make them outcasts, but it also brought a lot of pain and anger. They were only kids then, and had no idea just how much they could hurt one another, and while they were now adults (even Brittany had matured somewhat) it still stung to think of the cruel ways they had unintentionally hurt each other. For Kurt, it was when Blaine had left him at Scandals and for Santana; it had been when Brittany spurned her for Artie. It made each of them insecure even as adults.

And that exactly was why Blaine had suggested this; he knew what everyone else did. Santana would never do this alone.

Something must have sunk in. She took the velvet box and shuffled it into her jacket and grumbled. "I'll thank you when she says yes. If she says yes and if I ask…"

"Not if, San." Kurt said, the amusement finally returning to his face. "When."

()

A few weeks past and Blaine hated to admit it, but he was jealous of Kurt's project. Not so much the small pricks and cuts Kurt was getting on his fingers, or the moments he cursed and screamed because he had screwed up the quilt. But rather the pride Kurt held when he finally made progress. Currently, he was sewing green silk around soft mint colored cotton that looked so comfortable and inviting (Even if it was just the outside of the quilt, Kurt had bat his hands away when he had touched it for too long.

"Stop, it's not stable, you'll ruin it!" Kurt said, taking the long, piece of fabric away from his husband. He quickly checked over his work before smiling his relief. "Do you like it?"

"For the ten seconds I had it, I like it a lot." Blaine responded as the pang of jealously hit him again. Kurt was making something for their child—something that had been a tradition and would carried on. Blaine didn't have anything like that.

Then a thought hit him and he smiled. He'd just have to make something up for himself.

()

The focus was fuzzy for a moment before it finally settled on a table where Quinn was sitting at. Photos were scattered along the table as the New York attorney pasted something onto the book in front of her. Blaine walked out from behind the camera and sat in the chair next to her, placing a red velvet book in front of him.

"Hey baby! Well, you're probably not a baby anymore but you weren't even born yet by this point. It's your daddy Blaine and Auntie Quinn. Say hi Auntie Quinn!"

Quinn looked up for a spilt second and shook her head. "You're a dork."

"Auntie Quinn is showing me how to make a scrapbook. Well, one scrapbook, the other's going to be your baby book. That's what Auntie Quinn's working on now." Quinn sheepishly lifted her book showing the green, velvety texture before placing it back down. "The other one is going to be a book about how daddy Kurt and I got together, fell in love, and had you. Now, you're probably wondering why I'm doing this and, well…not going to lie, I kind of got this from Harry Potter, which I'm sure you've seen a million times by now. I also decided to film it so you hear me talk about the stories and I don't have to get my voice tired to do it. So, let's get started."

Blaine picked up the first photo and smiled fondly at it, turning it so the camera could see. It was the first picture Kurt and Blaine had taken 'together', the term being used loosely because they weren't even touching. Rather, it had been a cell phone picture taken by one of the Warblers the day of their Teenage Dream performance. Blaine was five feet in front of Kurt, wagging his finger at the boy, who stood completely stunned. "Now I know what you're thinking—is that James Bond I spy? Unfortunately not, I love your father to bits but worst. Spy. Ever. See, at the time we were different Glee clubs. Your daddy with the New Directions and I was with the Dalton Academy Warblers. One day, this little spy here came to our school but got lost along the way—looking so out of place and was so obviously not a student. Of course, out of all the kids he stopped in the hallway, he had to ask me just as we were about to do our impromptu performance of Teenage Dream."

Quinn snorted. "Right. Impromptu. I'm suppose to believe that a group of boys listen to Katy Perry so much that they all know the words to all of her songs? Even I didn't know all the words."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "ANYWAY, your dad was and still is, the cutest thing I've ever seen in skinny jeans, so I decide to serenade him. Word of advice that could save you a lot of time and plenty of awkward moments? If your heart just melts when you look at them, even the first time you see them, then it's probably love at first sight."

"Did you really just insert a Teenage Dream lyric in a story about said song?" Blaine ignored her and continued.

"But when I talked to your dad after the performance. He told me that he was having bullying troubles at his old school. I tried to help him by giving some awesome advice but…somehow I made things worse. I'm unconsciously good at that." Blaine flipped the picture and looked at it again. A frown coming across his face. He gulped and looked up to the camera. "Not to get off topic here but…I want you to know honey, that if you're ever bullied or you feel alone, or you don't feel loved enough…You are. You're not even born, and I already love you so much and daddy does too. And you can always come to me for your problems, no matter what, I promise you I'll still love you as much then as I do now."

He cleared his throat and grabbed the glue stick, the smile coming back to his face. "So, first picture! Here we go."

"Blaine, you can't just paste it in there. You have to make it into a shape or something!" Quinn scolded and rolled her eyes. "This video's going to last forever because you'll ruin every scrap book you touch."

The older man sighed and smirked at the camera. "Baby if you ever doubt how much I love you, look at this film and see what a pain this is and how I'm still willing to do it for you."

()

Weeks later, Blaine, a vocal coach/song writer for a recording studio, had been given tickets to the Yankees game by one of his higher end clients. Rachel was about a week away from three months along and Kurt didn't have an interest in going so he and Rachel hung out her house while Blaine, Finn, and Fanny (apparently forgetting she didn't like baseball) went to the game. The duo had originally planned to go out for dinner but Rachel felt too tired so they opted to get delivery and watch musicals.

"Oh, what about Tevye? For a boy?" Rachel asked as they watched Fiddler on the Roof.

"Well, it's good compared to Dumbledore, but if it's a boy, Blaine gets to name him. But keep in that in mind for your next child."

"Kurt, have you met my child? I swear, she's destined to be an only child." Rachel said, voice filled with the guilt of even the idea of putting her child through something like having a sibling. Kurt laughed, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

"She's so your child."

"Well, what about Golde for a girls name? Or, or! Sally like from Cabaret."

Kurt threw a piece of popcorn at her. "Contrary to what you believe, every child in our family doesn't have to be named after a Broadway character."

"Says the boy named Kurt." Rachel teased. Having finished off what was left in her bowl, Rachel stood up and took her bowl into the kitchen. "What names have you thought of?"

Kurt pondered the thought for a moment, just long enough to miss the wobble in Rachel's walk. "I kind of like Alicia. Or what do you think about Alexa? Like Alexander McQueen."

"I think…" Rachel's eyes widened as her face turned very green. Kurt noticed this time. He stood and very quickly walked over to Rachel.

She just stood there, the blank expression on her face. "Rachel? Honey, are you okay?" That was when she fainted. Kurt grabbed her before she hit the ground—quickly balancing her spine and lowering her to the ground. He didn't want to take any chances on Rachel or his baby, and called 911 asking for an ambulance.

Despite the calmness his voice carried, he couldn't help the tears that rolled down his face. Not only was his sister-in-law—his best friend, in danger because she wanted to help him, but it might prove for nothing. He had promised all the New Direction girls that he wouldn't give up and he hadn't at this point, but if he came so close to having a child and then lost it…

The pain might have crushed any hope he had left.

So, being completely evil and leaving you guys with a cliffhanger! I'm hoping to have the next chapter up soon, shouldn't be a problem since it's almost the weekend. Thanks as usual, for all the alerts and reviews—keeps me writing :) Hope it continues to please!