AN: Hey, everyone! Thanks for reading! Only one more chapter and the epilogue after this. My hope is to have Chapter 7 to you next Saturday, and the epilogue up the Wednesday before the very much anticipated Glee Season 5 premiere.

Again, thanks for reading and let me know you think!


They were celebrating. Celebrating the fact that Kurt had gotten his promotion at work, celebrating the fact that it was Valentine's Day and it was one of, if not completely, Kurt and Blaine's favorite holiday, and they were celebrating the fact that they were weeks away from becoming parents. This was why when Kurt's phone rang during dinner, and he saw that it was Finn, he immediately silenced his phone and placed it in the pocket of his jacket. Nights where they would be able to enjoy nights out, just the two of them, were about to disappear for a while and whatever Finn needed could wait until later.

The baby was due in two weeks and it felt like every free moment Kurt and Blaine had, was spent getting ready for her arrival. They'd hired the lawyers to take care of all the paperwork, and everything was set to be completed by the time their yet-to-be-named little girl arrived at the end of the month.

Going through the adoption process was both exciting and terrifying. Because despite how much they wanted this, everything was still very dependent on Rachel who had plenty of time to change her mind. They reminded her with each new bit of the process they went through that Rachel could back out if she wasn't sure about anything. But in response Rachel would sit back, place her hand on her swollen belly, smile and repeat the very words that Burt had told Kurt, and that Kurt had repeated to Blaine.

"There's a reason I showed up on your doorstep that night," she'd said, "and it was to give this little go to you."

And while Kurt had had his hesitations at first, and he would admit that his behavior the night that Blaine asked him to be a father with him was a little overdramatic, even for him, now that he was onboard, he'd never wanted anything more in his life. Plus, it meant he got to decorate.

They'd begun making minor changes to the guest room, painting the walls, changing the curtain, but they couldn't do a lot with Rachel still living in there. So for now, there was an empty crib in the corner of Kurt and Blaine's bedroom where their little girl would sleep until she got a room of her own.

The night Kurt and Blaine put the crib together, while Blaine was asleep next to him, Kurt sat in bed and looked at the cherry wood crib with the purple, black and white bedding, and for the first time Kurt pictured himself standing over the crib, his little girl in his arms, watching as she looked up at him with rich brown eyes. Eventually she'd smile back, and then talk, and walk, and throw a temper tantrum. But Kurt smiled because he was going to get to watch her do it. He was going to be the person that little girl called "daddy" when he came home from work and whose shoulder she cried on because she fell off her bike and scraped her knee. The thought of it all made something warm settle comfortably in the middle of his chest.

And the more Kurt spent getting ready to become a father, the more time he spent with Rachel. They were becoming friends, bonding over musical theatre and Vogue magazine. And yes, she still got on his nerves, but she was giving him and Blaine the baby that was growing inside of her, and for that, Kurt learned to push away all his negative feelings towards her. They'd never be best friends, but as of the day Kurt agreed to adopt her baby, they became family.

A few moments after Kurt's phone rang, Blaine's vibrated in his pocket. He slipped it out to see that Finn was now calling him. He shot a confused look at Kurt before answering.

"Hey, Finn," Blaine asked.

"At least one of you had the sense to answer your phone," Finn responded, "Jeez; you'd think you both forgot you've got a baby on the way."

"Rachel's at home."

"Rachel is on her way to the hospital," Finn corrected, "She's in labor."

"What," Blaine shouted gaining the attention of the people at the tables around him, and most importantly a very concerned Kurt, "How do you know?"

"We were Skyping," Finn told him, "when her water broke."

"Why didn't Rachel call us," Blaine said signally for Kurt to get a waiter.

"Because she didn't want to bother you guys when you were out for Valentine's Day," Finn explained, "and it's probably going to be a while. But I thought you two should know."

"Thanks, Finn. We'll get to the hospital right away."

Blaine was about to hang up before he heard Finn's voice, tense in his ear, "Blaine?"

"Yeah, Finn."

"Can you let me know how she is," Finn asked, "I don't want to bother her until after it's over, but I want to know that she's alright."

Blaine smiled, "Yeah, Finn. We'll call you when we know more."


Both the nurse and Rachel looked up startled when Kurt and Blaine came racing through the door of Rachel's hospital room.

"What are you doing here," Rachel exclaimed as the nurse excused herself.

"You're in labor," Kurt said.

"You're having our baby," Blaine said simultaneously.

Rachel huffed, "It'll be hours. I didn't want to ruin your night."

"We should be here," Kurt said walking over and taking Rachel's hand, "And one day we will tell her about the thirty-six hours of labor we watched you go through."

Rachel smiled, "How did you even know I was here?"

"Finn called us," Blaine said coming up on the other side of Rachel's bed.

"Of course he did."

"But I wish you would have called us yourself. This, being here with you while you deliver our baby, is more important than anything else we could ever be doing," Kurt said softly.

"I know, I'm sorry," Rachel said, "and I am glad you're here. This hurts."

The boys laughed and Blaine leaned in and kissed Rachel on the cheek.

"I should go call Finn," Kurt said, "We promised we would."

"Could you," Rachel started, "Could you let him know I'm alright? I think I freaked him out a little when this all started."

Kurt smiled. He never thought in a million years that he would want Rachel dating anyone he knew, let alone his brother. But they were special to each other and he knew that you couldn't help it when you were falling in love. It was how it had been with Blaine and it was what he accepted for his brother and the mother of his child.

"Yeah," Kurt said before leaving the room.

Seven hours later at 2:58 AM on February 15th, the first cry of a newborn baby girl echoed a hushed delivery room.


The last time Kurt had held a baby he was maybe seven and his aunt brought over his new cousin for a visit. He remembered how he had to sit down on the couch and hold his arms just right so that his aunt could lower his cousin into his arms. He'd held his cousin for maybe five minutes before she became fussy and was taken away from a bottle or to be changed or something. And he remembered the care and the delicateness that he had practiced then as the nurse placed a tiny little girl, his tiny little girl, in his arms for the first time.

When Kurt was in high school he dreamed of New York and Time Square. There was nothing or no one more beautiful than standing in the middle of the lights surrounded by the constant shuffle of people. But he'd been wrong. Through the shuffle he'd found Blaine and in his arms was a little girl who shined brighter and was more beautiful, only hours old, than any light, any star, any sun.

"She's beautiful," Blaine whispered standing behind Kurt, a hand at Kurt's waist, the other gently

"I love you," he said turning to look at Blaine, "I love her," he said as he looked down and the little girl. Her eyes were closed and she was probably asleep, but he couldn't move. He didn't want to disrupt the harmony of the moment by moving on to the next.

But Blaine patted Kurt's side and moved in front of him with a smile.

"Okay," he said, "My turn."

Kurt reluctantly let Blaine take their daughter into their arms. He immediately felt like part of him was missing.

The little girl fussed as she settled into the arms of her daddy but Blaine shushed her, "its okay, baby girl, I've got you."

"We need to name her," Kurt whispered. The sight of Blaine holding their daughter making up for the fact that Kurt desperately wanted for it to be his turn again, "We can keep calling her baby girl forever."

"Try me," Blaine said with a quiet laugh, "Thoughts?"

Kurt took a deep breath and went over the countless lists that they'd created. They'd spent so much time looking at every name from the most common to the most outrageous. But he looked at his daughter, sleeping in the arms of her father, and one name stopped him, "How do you feel about Madeline?"

"Madeline, huh," Blaine said looking down at their daughter, their beautiful daughter, "Madeline Rose Anderson-Hummel."

"Madeline Rose Anderson-Hummel," Kurt repeated, his eyes beginning to mist.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah," Kurt said as a tear began rolling down his cheek, "I love it."

Madeline Rose Anderson-Hummel. Welcome to the world, little girl.


She's here!