"How am I supposed to put my shoes on if I can't even see, much less reach my feet", Kurt groaned in frustration, staring down at where his view of his feet was being obstructed by his belly.

"Slip ons, babe", Blaine appeared beside him, pressing a kiss to his temple as he slipped on his own pair of loafers, "I've been wearing them since my eighteenth week, I'm surprised you've made it this far without switching", He muttered.

Kurt scowled at his shoe collection, "I'm not sure if I own anything that doesn't lace up", He murmured, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

"Well, I'd offer you a pair of mine, but I don't think they'd work since my feet seem to be one of the only things that haven't gotten bigger over the last few months", Blaine sighed, tugging at his cardigan. "Speaking of which, you may have just inherited a new cardigan", He frowned, pulling the garment back off and replacing it on its hanger before searching out another one.

Kurt wandered back out into their bedroom, lowering himself onto the bed, "Aren't we a pair", He grinned, rubbing a hand over his belly, "Twenty-two and thirty weeks pregnant and we can't come up with a complete outfit between the two of us."

"Hey, speak for yourself", Blaine laughed as he made his way back into the bedroom, buttoning up a navy blue cardigan and smiling triumphantly, "I've still got some stuff that fits."

"Yes, but none of it matches", Kurt replied, wrinkling his nose in distaste as he took in outfit his husband had put together.

"But it fits", Blaine reiterated, "And it's my baby shower so I can wear whatever I want, it's not like anyone is going to be here to see it anyway."

Kurt only hummed in response, thinking back through his shoe options before finally giving in and retrieving his slippers again and adding shoes to the long list of clothing and baby items they needed to buy.

"Did anyone from Lima actually RSVP for the shower", Blaine asked when Kurt finally entered the living room.

"Other than my parents, just Quinn, Puck, and Finn", Kurt sighed, "Rachel was going to come but the baby was running a fever this morning. Carole seems to think that more will show up though, if the amount of food she's brining is any indication."

They sat in comfortable silence, the television on but neither of them watching it as they waited for Burt and Carole to arrive and begin the set up for what was looking to be a pretty dismal baby shower. Now that Kurt was thinking about it, he realized that aside from his family, none of his friends had even been to their house in the three years they'd lived there, they most likely wouldn't even be able to find it even if they did decide to come. He was still angry; at his friends for their lack of support and at himself for letting them get away with it for so long. He vowed to keep his emotions in check though, if he got angry again, Blaine would be the one that would end up crying, not the people he was actually disgusted with. Just as he was finally getting settled in on the couch, his back ache fading, and the wiggling baby in his belly finally stilling, the tell tale sound of car doors slamming reached his ears, and with a tired groan, Kurt hauled himself back to his feet. He met his parents just as they were climbing the stairs up to the porch. He found himself smiling when Carole practically threw the bags in her arms down to pull him into a hug before going to through their new routine of her patting over his growing belly until he shooed her towards Blaine, who was struggling to pull himself back up from the couch.

"No, No, now don't you move Blaine", Carole instructed, pushing Blaine back down onto the couch and quickly grabbing a nearby pillow to situate behind him, "This is your day and I don't want you moving a muscle."

"Just listen and do as she says, kid", Burt laughed as he pulled Kurt into a hug, "We've got everything under control, and that goes for you too Kurt", He pulled back, leading his son back towards his husband. "We've been here enough to know where everything goes, so we'll get this all set up, we don't want either of you stressing or straining yourselves unnecessarily."

"Okay", Kurt held up his hands in surrender, lowering himself back down next to Blaine, "I think you guys are making a big fuss over nothing though, you probably should have just stopped and picked up lunch at the diner down the road since there will only be seven people here."

"We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we", Carole replied, sharing a look with Burt as they finished hauling tables and chairs in and began unpacking sandwich trays and other foot items.

Kurt still wasn't convinced but snuggled into Blaine's side anyway, one of his hands creeping up to rest on Blaine's belly, feeling their daughter kick and move while feeling their other child wriggle around in his own belly. After a while, Kurt found himself watching with wide eyes as Burt and Carole wandered in and out of the living room, bringing a never-ending array food, decorations, and gifts with them. Finally, nearly a half hour later, they seemed to be finished when Burt carried in the thickly padded rocking chair that Kurt and Blaine had bought awhile back and set up in the nursery. Carole spent the next hour fussing over the food arrangements and decorations, shooing Kurt and Blaine back to the couch any time they moved to get up for anything other than trips to the bathroom. As the set time for the shower quickly approached, Kurt's stomach began to twist into nervous knots; he was fully convinced that no one would show but now he was actually scared about it. How was it going to affect Blaine if they went to all of this trouble and no one came, how would he react to essentially what would be confirmation that their closest friends didn't care. When the clock ticked to one o'clock, Kurt found himself holding his breath, straining in hopes of hearing car doors slam, and hoping beyond all hope that their friends were as big of assholes as they'd been making themselves out to be for months now.

He felt Blaine's shoulders slump when 1:00 changed to 1:01 and then 1:02 without a peep from outside the house and when he heard Blaine try to muffle a sniffle at 1:05 he was torn between wanting to kill someone and wanting to join Blaine in crying. It was 1:07 when Kurt heard the front steps creak, but by 1:10, he was convinced that his mind was playing tricks on him but at 1:12 the doorbell rang and he and Blaine both nearly jumped out of their skin in surprise. Carole shooed them away from the door and Kurt strained to hear who might have come while Burt helped both men move from their places on the couch to the chairs set up in the middle of the room and just as they were settled the house was filled with a stream of voices talking over one another. Kurt felt his eyes widen and saw Blaine's jaw drop in his peripheral as a large group of New Directions and Warblers fought their way down the hall with Mercedes right in the big middle of it all.