A/N: I had a lovely Guest-review on the last chapter, who asked a very good question: 'You refer to Blaine as Hummel-Anderson, but then talks about Kurt being his boyfriend.' It actually pointed out a mistake I made (during the flashback), but otherwise it's meant to be. I promise that an explanation will come regarding their joined last name, why it was possible even though they're not married (or it would be in my country, anyway). The explanation comes in a few short chapters actually, although the explanation in it self isn't as dramatic as the rest of the chapter. Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, following and favoring. Here's chapter 3 – enjoy!

WARNING: Sensitive topics about abortion – I am all for abortion (if it's under the right circumstances), but I know that some people are against and/or find it to be a very sensitive topic, and I fully respect that. If you're one to find this a sensitive topic, scroll down to part two of this chapter (indicated with '– – – – –').

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Chapter Three

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With an excited smile, doctor Mason told the expecting couple that she'd print out a sonogram for them. She pressed the same button, she'd pressed mere minutes before and moved her fingers across the ultrasound's touchscreen – a few lines, numbers and dots appeared, and with a calculating expression, she announced that she expected them to be around five weeks into the pregnancy. "At this stage of the pregnancy, the embryos are developing at a normal rate." She wiped Kurt's stomach clean from the gel and told both he and Blaine to take a seat in the chairs by her office table. The couple did so; they were so engrossed in their conversation regarding color-themes and what not, that they missed that their doctor's expression had changed to a more solemn one.

"Wow." That was the word that Blaine kept repeating, his hand permanently attached to his boyfriend's slightly protruding belly. Once they realized that Kurt was indeed pregnant, both he and his partner could see the obvious swell of Kurt's belly. "Wow."

Kurt giggled, his hands resting upon the younger one's as he, too, looked down on his stomach. "I can't believe it," he reached up to rub his eye, before he held his hand to his forehead. "We've tried for what? Nine-ten months, and with no luck. And here we are, expecting sextuplets. It's crazy! I even too-," Kurt stopped himself with a furrowed brow, and turned towards his gynecologist, who had now taken a seat in her own, velour-covered office chair. "I took a test yesterday. It was negative."

"Ah," doctor Mason nodded. She took her glasses, which she'd left on the table before doing the ultrasound, and placed them on her nose-bridge. "Pregnancy tests aren't always accurate. Often, but not always, a positive pregnancy-test is to be considered faithful, but there are certain incidents, where a positive test has been inaccurate. A negative test, on the other hand, are often not to be trusted.

When you become pregnant, your body produces a pregnancy hormones called human chorionic gonadotrophin. Sometimes the concentration of this hormone in a pregnant man or woman's body is not high enough to be detected by a home pregnancy test."

"But shouldn't my human chloro-, ehm, pregnancy hormone be extra high if I'm expecting sextuplets?"

The woman shook her head a few times. She crossed her legs, her right over her left, and folded her hands in her lap. "The concentration of the pregnancy hormone doesn't increase the more babies the mother or father is carrying, but instead the concentration changes the further along in the pregnancy one is. An early test, certain medications, even too much fluid can alter the result of a test. Now," she paused; doctor Mason took a deep breath and closed her eyes for s short moment. When she opened them, they were filled with ruefulness; this was her least favorite part as a gynecologist, but she knew that she had to remain objective. "There are certain risks when it comes to pregnancies concerning multiples."

"Risks?" Blaine's triangular eyebrows rose in worry, and his smile faded instantly, as did his partner's.

"Yes. With any pregnancy there's always a few risks, but the risks increases the more fetuses that are at stake."

Both Blaine a Kurt nodded in understanding, but they also both feared for what they were hearing. "What kind of risks are we talking about, doctor?" Blaine asked; his hand were tightly entangled with Kurt's, and he could once again feel Kurt shake.

Doctor Mason swallowed a bit of clucked-up saliva, which had gathered in her mouth and licked her lips. "There are always the risk of premature labor. The skin stretches the further along the pregnancy you get, but at some point it just cannot stretch anymore. Another factor is that the uterus cannot stretch anymore as well, just like the pressure it will cause your inner organs. This reduced space gets critical once you enter late-second to early-third trimester."

With his right hand still tightly clutched in Blaine's and his left placed protectively on his stomach, Kurt asked his questions. "Aren't there anything to be done by that? A drug which can stretch my skin and uterus?"

"I'm afraid not," the doctor apologized. "But, there's one risk in particular that worries me."

The couple could feel how the atmosphere in the room changed. They felt cold; Blaine would've compared it to the Dementors in Harry Potter if you'd asked him how he felt at that very moment. His mouth felt dry. He tried to produce saliva to moisturize his even dryer thought and his mind felt empty. How had this day gone from perfect to nightmare in the interval of thirty minutes?

With a deep breath, Evelyn Mason spoke. "Often regarding multifedal pregnancies, the parents are advised to do a reduction."

"A reduction?" Kurt whispered; he had a feeling what that meant, but he refused to believe it. He refused to acknowledge that his doctor, doctor Mason, who had seemed so excited just a few moments ago, where now suggesting what she was suggesting. "What exactly does that mean, doctor?"

"A reduction is where we terminate one or more fetuses, often from a triplet to a singelton pregnancy, although in this case we would probably reduce to a triplet or a twin pregnancy."

Kurt shook his head, though his fierce eyes, now a blinding grey color, stayed firmly on the doctor. "No. No, there's no way. No, we won't do it. Blaine, tell her."

Blaine, who had pressed his lips together while the doctor had explained the definition of reduction, had remained calm. He'd heard the term before, but he'd never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would ever be put in a position where he had to make such a dreadful decision. He'd always wanted to be a father, even as a teenager, and an abortion had just seemed so far away. But he also knew that if the doctor were advising them to do one, then it was because she meant that it was for the best. "Are you advising us to get one? A reduction, I mean."

"I am," their doctor answered, both of her patients oblivious to her dejected tone of voice. "There're a lot of couples who chose to do a reduction now-a-days, even couples who're expecting twins. It is procedure to bring up the alternative that is reduction, especially when the expecting couple is expecting more than two babies, solely because of the grave risk-factors."

"What kind of risk-factors are we talking about?" the younger finally questioned.

Kurt whipped his head around, his eyes filled with unshed tears, brought forth by hurt and betrayal. "What? Blaine, how could you possi- are you agreeing with her?" he cried. His eyebrows twitched with frustrations, wrinkling his lineament.

"No," was Blaine's first reaction, but it was said with great uncertainty. He took a deep breath, "maybe," before he turned back towards the doctor. "The risks, what are they?" He ignored the protests coming from Kurt, although it killed him on the inside to even consider a reduction.

"Do to the minimal space in the later part of your pregnancy, the babies' physical, but also mental development might suffer. Babies' lungs are one of the last organs to fully develop, so they might suffer lung damage if they're delivered too early. But there are other consequences as well. Heart problems, mental retardation, a reduced immune system just to mention a few, but they are also the most common side effects that premies often experience. There's other risks as well, another one being..."

The two men sat still -the oldest finally calm from his previous hysteria- as they listened all the cons about multifedal pregnancies. What caught their attention, though, was 'the total survival of your children are minimal, even with modern day technology.'

"So," Blaine started with a trembling voice, "what're you're saying is that without a reduction all of our children will die?"

"No, but there's a huge possibility that one or more wouldn't survive the pregnancy. It could be something that happens during the pregnancy, but also something that happens after they've been delivered. Like I said, it's very rare that people expecting multiples go full term, and the risks increase with the numbers of fetuses."

"No," Kurt said, shaking his head. His fists were bolded together, clutching so hard that his knuckles turned white. At the same time his face held deep determination; his nostrils flared and his lips pressed tightly together, forming small wrinkles around his mouth. "I won't – it's Sophie's choice all over again. No, it's Kurt's choice, and I won't choose. I can't. "

Next to him Blaine closed his eyes, though he didn't let his tears fall. Not yet. "Kurt- I.." He turned back towards the doctor. "What're their chances of survival?"

"It varies," replied doctor Manson with a small shrug. "As this is the first case I've ever had where sextuplets are involved, I am sorry to say that I have no real percentage to give out. With an uncomplicated pregnancy, where you," she motioned towards Kurt with her head- her red hair moving back and forth with the movement, "go full term, or at least forty weeks, I'd say that they have the same chances as a baby born from a singular pregnancy. But, the risks get higher the more babies that are involved, and it is seldom that a person with triplets or quadruplets go full term, or even close to full term, and you're expecting six small babies. Kurt," she once again acknowledged Kurt, "a baby is small, but compared to the amount of space they take up, they're huge. I would advise you to at least consider it. A reduction will higher the chances of a total survival."

"No," Kurt said, once again in the same determined voice he'd used before. "I won't do a reduction."

"Kurt," Blaine said; his voice was weak, almost raw. He didn't like the idea either, but he liked the idea of no babies less. "Think about the bab-"

"No, Blaine," Kurt's voice was the exact opposite of Blaine's. It was strong and determined, something that Blaine usually loved about his partner. His stubbornness was something that Blaine found incredible sexy, but right now it kept Kurt from listening. "You think about it. Can you honestly sit there and tell me that you'll be able to pick one or two of our babies, and kill the rest?"

"Kurt-"

"Because I can't." he paused and turned towards Blaine with pleading eyes. "Blaine, if we do a redu..." he found the word difficult hard to even say. He couldn't believe that Blaine was actually considering it, after all the time they've spend trying to get pregnant. After everything they'd been through. "If we do a reduction, we'd never get to know them. Our children, Blaine. We'd never get to hear their laughters or their voices. We'd never see if they look like you or me, of if they're into music, or skateboarding or if we've made the next Nobel Prize winner. What if-"

Blaine had to cut in; with tears now roaming his cheeks freely, and his voice quivering, he cried out. "Okay, Kurt – what if we didn't do one, and all six of them die because of complications." His tears fell another after another- big, round tears. His lips were swollen and red, his eyes dry, yet full of yet to be shed tears. "No, I don't want to do a reduction, but Kurt, if it's the only option we have, then I am willing to take it. They're-" and that's where Blaine's voice broke and he started to sob. Loud cries echoed from the young man, not even twenty-six, as he poured his heart out to his love; scared for his children.

Kurt turned towards doctor Mason, who'd so far sat quietly in her chair, feeling horrible and out of place. "Would you excuse us, doctor?" The gynecologist seemed almost relieved when she was asked to leave, and she hurried out of her own office, just as Kurt turned his attention back to his partner. "I am not agreeing to a reduction, Blaine. You of all people should be able to understand that. I can't lay on that table over there and point on the screen saying 'that one, that one and that one goes, we'll keep the rest.' It doesn't work that way." He took a short breathing pause; he tried to keep himself calm. He needed Blaine to understand. "I got pregnant now for a reason, with sextuplets. That's a miracle, Blaine." He reached out to Blaine's hand and placed it on his own, growing abdomen. "How can we look them in the eye once they're older and tell them that they actually had three or four more siblings, but we decided that they shouldn't at least have a chance at life."

Blaine didn't know what to answer; he knew Kurt was right, in some way. He wouldn't be able to tell their kids the truth, about the fatal decision that they made all those years ago, if they decided to go through with the reduction. "But what if we don't go through with the reduction, and decide to keep all six. Go through with the pregnancy. What if five of them don't make it? How will we be able to tell our child, that he or she could've had siblings, but they didn't make it, because we didn't do a reduction. Kurt, if we don't do this, there's a chance that we'll walk out of this with no babies."

"Well," there was a deep tension in the room, one darker than the grey clouds outside the window. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. Because then I'd know that we gave these babies a chance at life. Blaine, please, don't consider anything else. Have faith in these babies; they're strong. I know that no matter what happens, then it's going to be for the best. Please don't make me do a reduction. Please, Blaine." Kurt's tears were now falling as freely as Blaine's, and they quickly entangled their hands as they stared deep into the other person's eyes. "We just found out that we're pregnant, after trying for so long. This happened for a reason, I can feel it. I- we got pregnant with six miracles. These babies are our saviors. Or miracles."

They looked at each other for a long time, both afraid of the end-result. Of course Kurt understood what Blaine meant, but even though the risks where there, Kurt still couldn't get himself to even consider the proposition of reduction. Kurt was normally all for abortion, but they wanted kids. An abortion was just not an option for him. Finally, after many minutes of staring, pleading and crying, Blaine closed his eyes with a soft, single nod. "Okay," he whispered. Naturally, Blaine had known all along that he in the end would've agreed with Kurt. He wouldn't have been able to go through with terminating one or more of their children. "No reduction."

Kurt beamed, his smile just as big as when they first received news of their pregnancy, if not bigger and he threw his arms around Blaine's neck. "I love you," he whispered. He pulled away slightly, still smiling and kissed his boyfriend passionately. Kurt's mouth opened slightly, urging Blaine to get into action and kiss back. He quickly did so, a smile slowly growing on his own lips, and he pushed his tongue through Kurt's lips and entered his mouth. Their tongues battled, not for dominance. Things had been settled, and at that moment their kiss wasn't sexually- it was full of love and compassion. And now filled with happiness. As they separated, Blaine lifted his hands to Kurt's face, and held him gently, before he pressed their foreheads together.

"I can't believe it," he whispered. "I am going to be a father."

"In just eight small months, we'll have six little babies to care for;" Kurt added and they pressed their mouths to each others again, hard and kissed. "Thank you."

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The characteristic beeping of skyping rang through their tiny apartment. "We should really consider a bigger home, Blaine. Maybe a house, with a garden," Kurt added with a soft smile. "And a white picked-fence." Both he and Blaine were dressed in sweatpants and oversized teeshirts, although Kurt had taken his off a few minutes ago, for the sake of the surprise. It had been a couple of days since they discovered that they were expecting, and those days had been especially hectic. Blaine still had to work his case; his trial was this Thursday, and even with all of this going on, he still had to go to court and defend his client. His older boyfriend had called Isabelle immediately after they'd left the gynecologist's office, informing her that he might need to work shorter hours from now on. Isabelle had squealed, and then promoted him on the spot, which Kurt was still processing.

Blaine smiled at Kurt. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, whereafter the normal sound 'blop' sounded, and a small window appeared on the computer-screen. Kurt grinned; a pillow was secured in front of him, hiding his belly. He wanted to surprise his father, but first he needed to know how he was. His father hadn't been the same since his heart-attack nearly ten years ago, and Kurt worried nearly every day.

"Hey kiddo," Burt said as soon as the video had stopped loading and both parties could see the other. "How are ya?"

"I'm good dad. How are you? Is your pacemaker still working?"

"Kurt," the old mechanic held his hand up to demonstrate, and to stop his son from ranting. "Relax, I'm doing fine. My pacemaker is working. No need for you to worry at all." He smiled confidently, but Kurt still didn't look convinced, and so he added, "Carole makes me a salad every night for dinner, and there's no chips in the cupboards anymore."

That brought the smile back on his son's lips. Kurt knew he could trust Carole when it came to make Burt eat more healthy. Sure, this was the woman who raised Frankenteen, but she loved her husband, and she would do anything to keep him safe. And alive. "That's good. Just remember to check in with the doctor, and be truthful when he asks you questions. I know you dad, you avoid those 'serious' questions."

"I do, I do. Now, what's the real reason behind this skype-call?" He shifted his baseball cap a tad on his head, hiding the ever balding head. Years with a heart disease, and prostate cancer were taking a toll on his body, but he tried to hide it the best he could when it came to his son. He didn't want Kurt to worry too much, God knows that the boy had too much on his plate already.

Kurt chuckled; his eyes caught Blaine's, who was standing behind the computer, cooking dinner. "Can't a son just call his father for the enjoyment?"

"Sure," Burt prolonged the 'u', making his son grin. "If you were nine. Kurt, I know you-"

"Stop stealing my sentences, dad."

"-and you don't skype-call me unscheduled unless it's important. Now, spill it kiddo."

The young son bit his lip excitedly and motioned with his hand for Blaine to come over. The young man did so, and sat down behind his boyfriend, his hands resting on the pillow, in front of the hidden stomach. "Dad," Kurt said, his eyes shining brightly. He could feel Blaine's lips pressing against his shoulder, before he felt the pillow being removed and his stomach exposed.

"What?" Burt murmured, not being able to see the slight swell of his son's abdomen. Kurt moved so that his side was visible, and once Burt noticed the roundness, his eyes widened. "Oh my- you.. Kurt, are you..?"

"I'm pregnant, dad," he cried, happiness radiating from him.

Burt's smile grew wide, and he laughed his man-bear laugh, calling for Carole to come. "You're pregnant," Burt said, just as Carole came to sit next to him by the computer. "He's pregnant," he cried out, pointing at the small computer screen. He knew how desperately Kurt and Blaine wanted kids, and he too had felt horrible every time a pregnancy showed either a negative or a false positive.

"Congratulations, Kurt, Blaine," Carole said.

"Thank you."

"How far along are you?" Carole gushed, having moved closer to her husband. Though Kurt wasn't her biological son, he was still her son, and she had been there for his ups and his downs. Kurt had come to her, when he'd needed a mother- when he'd gotten his first boyfriend, and when he'd experienced his first heartbreak. She was the first to know about Kurt's crush on Blaine a few years back, and she was the first he told when they'd finally become a couple. No matter what, Kurt was family and this was her first grandchild. "With that swell I'd say at least a few months!"

Kurt chuckled, hiding his face in his lover's shoulders. "How are we going to tell them?" he whispered.

"I guess we should just, I don't know, tell them." He protested with a fake 'ouch' as Kurt hit him with the very same pillow that had previously hidden his stomach.

Burt, still with a strong smile, questioned the two boys. "Tell us what?"

"I'm five, almost six weeks along. We're expecting sextuplets, dad." Burt froze; much like Blaine had done at the doctor's office. Sextuplets, what the hell was that? "I'm pregnant with six babies."

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Hello my lovelies – how are you? I just had an awesome day yesterday – a crime technologist came by the school and talked about being out in the field, solving crimes and dealing with evidence and I am telling you – I think I love that man. Everything he said was so awesome and cool and interesting, and I definitely know that I want to work as a forensic scientist!

This was my longest chapter yet!

8 (technically 9) reviews, 47 followers and 22 favorites - My Gosh, you guys are AMAZING! Like always, please review – tell me what you thought, what you like/disliked. Please don't hate Blaine too much (if you did), I really tried to write him very sympathetic, but it was hard, because I was rooting for Kurt the entire time :p

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