The week after they got home had been busy to say the least. Keeping true to his promise, Kurt made Blaine help him clean out the guest room before it was strictly off limits (even buying 'caution' tape to put over the door so he'd know if Blaine was peeking). Other than that, Kurt was busy planning the party that was a little more than two months away and working on the quilt.

Blaine on the other hand, was balancing his time between making his scrapbooks/video with Quinn and calling favors for a separate project. One he hoped would be ready in time for the big party Kurt goes on about.

They still manage time between those things and work to accompany Rachel her latest appointment. "Please…"

"No."

"Come on, Kurt! Rachel you're on my side, right? Aren't you just dying to know what the genders are?" Rachel sat in between the men as they were waiting for their appointment. Her shoes tapped against the linoleum. She desperately wanted to know what genders the babies were, but was held under Kurt's famous glare.

"Well, maybe the doctor could just tell…"

"No one but Dr. Everett knows what we're having and that's final." Kurt said, trying to end the conversation. Blaine had other ideas as he reached over Rachel to put his hand on Kurt's leg.

"But baby, if you let them tell us, I might have a surprise for you later." Rachel shifted uncomfortably between the boys—even more so when Blaine's hand moved up Kurt's lap. Kurt would have put a stop to it except he was still pretty mad about the early morning food/sex craving she made him deal with.

Instead, he reached behind Rachel and twirled a finger in his loose curl. "What kind of surprise?"

"Um, guys…?" Rachel squeaked as Blaine tried to get as close to Kurt's ear as he could. Normally, she wouldn't have minded Kurt and Blaine being lovey; she just didn't like being smushed between them while they're doing it.

"A good one…" Blaine practically purred.

"Rachel Hudson?"

"Here!" Rachel called out in a small voice before standing up, breaking the boy's hands apart from each other. Kurt smirked before standing along with her, reaching for Blaine's hand.

Once he was up Kurt told him. "We're still not finding out the gender."

()

"And there they are…" Dr. Everett pointed out on the sonogram machine. No matter how many times they say it, it would never grow old. Blaine and Kurt would still smile and tear up like it was the first time. "Everything looks normal so far. We like to keep a closer eye on multiples because they can cause the most trouble—in that, I mean they tend to come early and are at higher risk for complications. "

"How much earlier? Are they born I mean?" Blaine asked, hand tensing in Kurt's when he heard the word 'complications'. Dr. Everett shrugged.

"Well, there's no real way to know, but as opposed to 40 weeks, twins usually come around 37 weeks. So even though the due date's December 27th, you may actually be looking at somewhere in the first week of December or late November."

Kurt snorted. "Well, so much for a Christmas baby."

The doctor laughed as she finally found on a good angle of the babies. "You never know, I've seen twins that have gone the whole 9 months, I'm just saying be ready for earlier… Now, the big question of the day, do you want to know the sex?"

"Yes!"

"No!" Kurt shouted over his husband, giving him a glare. Rachel smiled sheepishly as she explained.

"They have an on-going bet but Kurt has his heart set on having a gender-reveal cake at their baby-shower." Rachel leaned forward to whisper to her. "I'd go with Kurt, he can be pretty scary when he wants to be."

"Rachel! Whose side are you on?" Blaine yelled but finally relented. "Fine, fine whatever…Just going to be more embarrassing when you find out Dumbledore and Hagrid's sex in front of everybody."

Dr. Everett laughed and pressed print. "Okay, so no sex-reveal today. I'm assuming you'd like me to call the baker and tell him what it is?"

Kurt nodded. "If you wouldn't mind." The doctor smiled as she gave Rachel tissue to clean off her stomach.

"Now, we still have awhile yet, but it's important to start thinking about some things. Have you decided how and where you're going to give birth Rachel?" Dr. Everett asked. Rachel rolled her shirt back over her stomach and cleared her throat.

"Well, I wanted to do a home birth so it would comforting and natural for the baby." Rachel began rather dramatically. Kurt rolled his eyes. "But…I was outvoted by the babies father's and the biggest betrayal, my own husband."

"We just think especially if it's twins, it would be safer to do it at the hospital." Blaine explained quickly. Rachel huffed.

"But I am planning to deliver without an epidural." The proud smile faded as the doctor started to snicker. "What's so funny?"

Kurt leaned over and said in a singsong voice. "Because that's what you said about Fanny but three hours in you were threatening to crack heads if you didn't get drugs…"

"I'm sorry, Rachel. Obviously, we'll respect whatever you choose, but if I had a quarter for every time a woman told me she was going with natural birth and ended up with the epidural, I could retire." Dr. Everett teased. Kurt couldn't help but laugh as Rachel sulked. "I don't know if you remember from delivering Fanny, but we do have a limit on how many people can be in the room during delivery."

No one did, but now that she mentioned it, Kurt very clearly remembered that he had been in the waiting room with Burt and Rachel's dad's when Fanny was born, while Carole and Shelby had gone in with Finn and Rachel. "How many people exactly are allowed in? Just two more?"

"Normally, it'd be the woman, her partner, and two others yes…however, in this circumstance, since there's a woman and two father's, you only have room for one more." She explained apologetically. "I'm sorry, if it were up to me, I would let you bring more but unfortunately, it's hospital regulation. A good one; things can get complicated if too many people are around but god knows we had a hard time choosing when my son was born."

Rachel offered a small smile. "It must have driven you and your husband crazy."

"Wife actually." Dr. Everett corrected with a smirk. "And I found a way around my occupation limit, she was the one who had the baby so I got to deliver my own son. It was pretty scary, but totally worth it."

The adults all looked at the doctor, genuinely impressed. "Wow, that must have been…incredible."

"It was. Although my wife insists we're not doing it for the next child." Dr. Everett handed each of them a picture of the babies. "We do have a family room area where they can watch the birth on tape also, but as I've said, you still have time to think about these things, just keep it on your minds."

Kurt took the photo and sighed. As much as he would love for his father to be there when the children were born, he knew who the extra person had to be. These would be their children but Rachel was the one who would be doing the work and she deserved to have Finn at her side, helping her through it. That was what she would want and Kurt and Blaine needed her to be comfortable.

He took little comfort in the fact that other person he felt should be there—the other person who helped them make these babies—probably wouldn't want to be there.

()

Kurt was going to knock again when Santana opened the door to their apartment. Kurt's smile feel when he caught notice of the background. Packed boxes everywhere. "Hi…Am I interrupting something?"

Santana sighed and opened the door so Kurt could come in. Kurt heard the faint sounds of Brittany singing in the other room. "Haven't you ever heard of calling ahead, Porcelain? Or are you always looking for a dramatic entrance?"

"I could say the same thing about my baby intervention, though I might say it a little more inviting." Santana hesitantly offered him a seat on the couch. Kurt politely declined. She shrugged and dropped down on it, putting her feet up on a box. "I know you said you were thinking about moving, but I thought I would have more time to convince you to come to the shower…although I have a feeling that's contributing to it."

"Not really." Santana lied. He heard it in her voice. "Brittany got offered a part in a music video and I want out to be in California before it gets cold. Not everything's about you and your rugrats you know."

"Good, then you won't mind if I give you this." Kurt extended one of the sonogram pictures he had received at the latest appointment. Santana scoffed and looked away. "I left you a phone message telling you so, but in case you missed it, it's twins. Both the eggs took."

"We've been over this…"

"Santana, if you don't want to be a part of this, just say so." Kurt said in a frustrated tone of voice. "Tell me, and I'll stop bugging you about it. I knew it wouldn't be easy for you to give them up, but don't you think moving to the other side of the country is a bit much?"

"I told you it has nothing to do with it…" Santana said through her teeth. She then stood up and tried to walk away from Kurt. He followed her into the kitchen. "And no, Kurt. I don't want to be a part of this! I'm not the one who wanted to have kids you are! I gave up whatever parental rights I had when I donated. Do you know what that means? It means now that they're out of my body, I have no feelings, obligation, or anything else. I'm nothing to them and isn't that what you wanted?"

She was going to open the refrigerator when Kurt shut it again, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "I wanted Blaine and I to be parents…and you wanted to help, isn't that why you showed up in my living room, practically shoving your reproductive organs at me?" He said. It was somewhat crude for him but Santana thrived best on catty and out-of-line thinking. "And just because I don't want you to raise them with me doesn't mean I don't want you in their lives or that you have to not want it."

Santana gave him a low dangerous look. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's okay to want to be in their lives, San." Kurt said with a tired voice. For a split second, he saw a break in her resolve and he went for it. "Whether you want to admit it or not, you're tied to them too. You may not be their mom and maybe all you'll ever be to them is…the egg donor. But you must want something more if it's bothering you this bad."

"I don't want anything, Kurt. I did it because…because in high school you understood. You and Blaine were just as oppressed as Brittany and I. The only difference is you fought harder than I ever did." Santana confessed. Her stone 'don't you dare touch my feelings' gaze came back. "And I wanted to help you make a difference. I didn't get in this so I could be someone's mom, auntie, or whatever…"

Kurt smiled. "Well, I was thinking godmother." Santana relaxed as she became confused. "One of them anyway…Yes, I know I'm an atheist but turns out, godparent doesn't necessarily refer to religious upbringing anymore. It just means you'll be in their lives, and before you throw another hissy fit, don't worry—Rachel and Finn are getting the kids if something happens to Blaine and I."

Santana was so caught-off guard that she left her mouth open. As if she wanted to make a sarcastic remark but simply couldn't.

He saw her questioning him with her stance, her gaze, with everything. Kurt sighed and moved from the refrigerator. "Without going into the details, Blaine's dad was less than pleased when he found out that I was the sperm donor. Long story short, he's probably not going to be there while their growing up, never mind when they're born." Kurt said, trying to keep the emotion from his voice. Even a week later, it still stung. Not so much for the insult on him but for the pain it would cause his children. "But Blaine is and Blaine loves these kids. They're his and nothing will ever change that. That being said, that doesn't mean they can't be yours too or Rachel's or anyone's who wants to be there... Frankly, if it hadn't been for you and the other girls, I'd still be at home sulking and feeling sorry for myself."

Santana sighed, opening the fridge and reaching in. "I'm still moving. That was happening anyway."

"As long as you're here in spirit." Kurt smiled again. Santana actually smiled back as she brought out two wine coolers, handing one to Kurt and keeping another for herself. He gave her a confused look. "What are we drinking to?"

"The twins or moving, or hell, won't be able to drink when they're born now will you?" It sounded as good as reason as any, so Kurt twisted off the cap and clunked his bottle with Santana's. "To your fatherhood and my god motherhood."

Kurt repeated it and added. "You're still going to be at the shower right?"

"We'll see what happens, lady lips."

"Santana, where is…Oh hi Kurt!" Brittany said as she walked into the room. Kurt swallows his swing of alcohol and waves. "What are you doing here?" She gasped. "Did the babies hatch yet?"

Santana rolled her eyes but Kurt just laughed. "No, not yet Britt. I brought a sonogram picture if you'd like to see."

She swiped in from his hands and held it up to the light to better see. Her eyes are wide with the child-like wonder that made her so easy to adore. "They're soooo cute! Look Tana, this one has your eyes!"

Santana braved a look. She seemed much more comfortable when Brittany was happy about them. "Yeah, I think you're right. And my nose too."

"Kurt, could we keep this? I want to put it on the refrigerator at our new place." Brittany pouted like she would beg and plead if he said no. His eyes went to Santana who released a heavy sigh but nodded.

"Sure Britt." Brittany nodded and hugged the picture to her chest before slipping it into her pocket for safekeeping.

"I can't wait for them to hatch. You, San, and Blaine are going to make such cute babies." Santana took another swing of alcohol to hide her smile. Kurt just laughed and shook his head. Though in his heart, he was thinking the same thing.

()

Another week later, and Blaine gets a call on his cell phone while at work. It's unusual because the only person who calls Blaine while at work is Kurt, and even then, he just texts him. Besides that, Kurt is probably busy at work himself (As a Broadway choreographer). From the moment he steps into the dance studio until the end of the day when he's changing the dance routine, he barely has time to stop and think of Blaine, never mind call him.

He still doesn't expect to see his mother's name come up. Blaine plays with the idea of just ignoring it but he owes her more than that. His mother was far from perfect—workaholic and enabler were two things that checked off immediately—between that and her just blatant lack of true maternal skills, she hadn't been the mother he wanted. That being said, she often defended Blaine and was the first of his parents to accept Kurt and had supported his decision to pursue music as a career. He even inherited some of his vocal talent from her. Rather than be bitter about the things she wasn't good at, Blaine had decided it was one of those situations where the thought had to count for something.

Still, that day when the truth about the children came out, she had left with him. He understood his lying had hurt her, but she knew her husband better than he did. Surely she could understand why he did it? But rather then be neutral, she had taken his side and allowed herself to be whisked from presumably his life. His children weren't even born yet and he couldn't fathom doing that to one of them.

Yeah, he was still pissed. But he answered the phone anyway, "Mom?"

"Blaine, hi…" Abby spoke softly. Unsurely. As if maybe this phone call was a huge mistake. "Am I…interrupting anything?"

"Work." He said simply.

"Oh….I can call back later if it's better for you…"

"No," Blaine decided, shutting the door to his office. "I can take a break, I think we should talk." He was already frustrated. His mom had this weird habit of making everything so formal and business-like. Even when discussing a rather nasty fight, she still acted as though she was closing a deal. "Does Dad know you're calling me?"

The awkward silence was all he needed to answer that question. "This isn't about him…Blaine, why did you lie?"

Anger. Sadness. Disbelief. It bubbled into one explosive emotion. "Do you not know your own husband? Have you failed to notice the multiples ways he's tried to make Kurt feel uncomfortable or not welcomed? Why the hell would I think he'd accept those kids as mine when he can't even accept Kurt as my husband?"

And Abby couldn't argue it. Not even a little. "But you lied to me too."

"You would have told him. Mom, half the time I have no idea whose side you're on."

"There are no sides Blaine, we're a family!" She practically shouted. Blaine didn't no whether to laugh or cry.

"Yes there are. It became sides when one person decided that marriage didn't mean anything if it's between two men." Blaine ended up going with crying. As much as he didn't want to, it couldn't be help. Tears were pushing at his eyes. Frustrated ones. Kurt had been in his life for ten years now, and his father had made no progress. If anything, the vacation had set him back. "Kurt's my family. He's yours too. I married him and that makes him your son, but you refuse to make Dad see that!"

"You don't think I've tried?" His mother's voice broke, indicating she was crying too. "As soon as we left I begged him to turn back and apologize. I pleaded with him to try and make things right before you went home. And he hasn't slept a full night since that day Blaine. He feels terrible about what happened but he's too stubborn to make things right…But I want us all to be a family, Blaine. Us, you, Kurt, and my grandchildren. Please tell me how we can fix this."

His anger broke when he heard his mother say 'my'. Even more so that she wanted Kurt in the equation (though it may have only been so Blaine would agree, but his mom always seemed to like Kurt).

However, it wasn't that easy. The fact that his mother was reaching out without his father even knowing was painful in itself. "You have the invitation to the shower Kurt gave you and I want you to come. And I want you in my life Mom, but unless Dad apologizes to Kurt himself and proves he wants us—me, Kurt, and my kids, then he just needs to stay away. I really don't want to do this for another 10 years."

"You couldn't talk to him?"

"I'm done talking. I've given him a choice, ball's in his court." Blaine sighed, then before she could protest it further, he added. "I have to get back to work…For what's it worth, I am sorry I lied."

There's silence again. Blaine thinks he's just going to have to hang up and give up any hope of either of his parents showing up at the shower. Then his mother said in a sweet, truthful voice. "I'm sorry we forced you to do so… I know I can't speak for your father Blaine, but I still love you, and I'm still excited to meet you and Kurt's children."

Blaine couldn't help but smile. He wiped another tear from his eye and laughed. "Thanks mom. Me too."

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