Okay, I am so sorry for taking approximately 892 years to update this. University is crazy, and I recently became addicted to Queer As Folk US, and all my spare time was taken by shipping Brian and Justin like my life depended on it :P

Anyway, this chapter contains ex-boyfriend drama and strong language. Just so ya know.

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Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be.

It was a mild Autumn morning, and I was peacefully sleeping. Evie had gone to work, the baby was having a rest from kicking me (I swear, this kid is going to be a footballer. Or a dancer. Or a kickboxer. You get the idea) and Ernie was cuddled up to my side and snoozing away with his adorable little puggy sniffle. I could've quite contentedly stayed in bed for hours, what with it being my day off work and all, but somebody had other ideas. Somebody named Kurt freaking Hummel. Anderson. Hummel-Anderson? You know, I'm still not sure about that… Anyway.

'KIM! ARE YOU THERE? IT'S 10AM, YOU SHOULD BE AWAKE BY NOW!'

He banged at the front door to the point of Ernie actually getting fed up of barking at the noise, so I decided to stop trying to pretend I wasn't there and dragged myself from the depths of my duvet cave to let him in.

I opened the door to the sight of a perfectly coiffed and presented Kurt, who was bearing two takeaway Starbucks cups in one hand and a bag of something in the other.

'Don't be mad at me for waking you up Kim, we did have plans. And I bought you a hot chocolate!'

It took a few seconds, but it finally dawned on me. I was going shopping. With Kurt. Oh dear god.

'Shit, I forgot, I'm sorry! And sorry for the language. And the state of dress. And the state of the flat. But thanks for the hot chocolate!'

Kurt toed off his obviously designer boots and scooped Ernie up for a cuddle.

'I didn't want to say anything about the flat. But you're a perfectionist Kimmy, what's going on?'

'Well, Evie's firm just landed this huge new case, so she's been working herself ill trying to help, and I…'

I paused and desperately tried to wrack my brain for an excuse before coming up woefully short anyway.

'I just can't be bothered anymore.'

Kurt sighed, and wrapped his free arm around my shoulders.

'I know this is hard for you. I know you haven't spoken to your parents since that day, and that you're confused about your future, and that you're lonely…'

'Way to make a girl feel good Kurt.'

'Sorry. But, none of that is any excuse to stop being the fabulous woman I know you are. So, I'm going to clean up a bit and make you a nice healthy breakfast, and you are going to take this hot chocolate and go shower and get dressed, and then we are going baby shopping. Because Blaine is hopeless at colour-coordinating and I simply can't not have a second opinion.'

He said the final sentence with a quirked smile and shooed me to the bathroom, before donning Evie's half-naked man apron and setting to work.

I emerged from my bedroom forty minutes later looking far more presentable, in a cute brown pregnancy kaftan and jeans that Evie had gotten for me when I had a meltdown over my growing stomach. I followed my nose to the kitchen, where Kurt seemed to be putting the finishing touches on a batch of pancakes with oh holy mother of god strawberries and vanilla ice cream.

'Yeh, I know it's not particularly breakfasty, but it's 11am and you need it, so eat up and let's get going!'

I heeded his advice and scarfed down the pancakes like a rabid animal, my gaze falling on the bag on my (newly tidied) kitchen table.

'Kurt, what on earth is in the bag? We're buying things from the shops, not taking stuff to them…'

He smiled and reached into the bag, pulling out a gift wrapped in blue tissue paper with a silver ribbon.

'Well, I realised that Blaine and I had never gotten you a graduation present..'

'You didn't have to, nobody else did.'

'Shush, let me finish. As I was saying, we never got you a graduation present, and we felt that you definitely deserved something. So when I saw this, I couldn't resist.'

He handed over the present, and I began to unwrap it, gasping when I pulled a dark green peacoat from the paper.

'All those months ago, when we first met, and we got drunk, I distinctly remember you telling me that, and I quote, 'I would die for a coat like yours Kurty, I would love it like a child'. So, when I saw one, the same as mine, in a size that would fit you during your pregnancy as well as after, I just knew it was meant to be yours. I'm pretty handy with a sewing machine, so I adjusted it for your figure, and I'll do the same after the baby is born. So… yeh. Here.'

I shook the coat out, and couldn't help but admire the work Kurt must've put in to alter it for me, and the thought that went into getting it in the first place. I visibly balked when I saw the label (fucking Alexander McQueen? Jesus…) but Kurt shot me a look that quite clearly said 'don't you dare try and not accept this', so I simply grinned and pulled it on.

'Well, I guess we should go buy this baby some stuff, huh?'

Kurt beamed at me with a full, toothy smile and grabbed his bag.

'No child of mine should ever come into this world without a good amount of stuff, Kim. So yes. Let's go!'

Kurt, somehow, has an insane knack for performing the impossible and nearly always finding a parking space in central London. Don't ask me how, because whenever I used to drive into the city with my parents, the day would inevitably end with my mother shouting, my dad crashing into a bollard and my sister crying over the road map.

But anyway, he deftly reversed into a (on street!) gap, and cut the engine, before turning to me with a notebook which I could not for the life of me work out where he'd hidden.

'Right, here is a list of all the baby focussed stores within a suitable walking distance of here..'

'Wait, how? We only just got here…'

'I planned for many variables, now don't interrupt. Okay, so they're listed in distance order, and colour coded as to what they sell. Red is for clothing, blue for furniture etc etc, there's a key at the top of the page.'

'Right…'

'I told you not to interrupt. Now, there's also a list of necessary facilities such as public toilets, coffee shops and certain designer clothing stores.'

'Of course.'

'Exactly. Now, this is obviously all contingent on how much walking you're going to be able to do, because I understand that you will inevitably get tired…'

'No sir, fatigue is for the weak, sir!'

I added a salute for good measure.

'Don't get cocky with me. I think that's it for now. I bought pens and highlighters with me to add to the itinerary if necessary, I really don't want to forget anything, but let's just get started. First item on the agenda; nursery furniture.'

We walked the five minutes to the designated furniture shop ('The map clearly stated this was a three minute walk away, Kurt.' This was then punctuated with a marvellous bitch glare and a stuck-out tongue. Phew.) and arrived at a rather lovely, quaint little window display, with broderie anglaise crib bedding and lacy curtains and an adorable cream rocking chair.

Kurt sighed happily at the sight, and dragged me through the door, zeroing in rather efficiently at the lone sales girl and striding over.

'Hello there. My name is Kurt and I am purchasing furniture for my baby's nursery. I wonder if you could recommend anything? The colour scheme will be baby blue and cream, but I don't want painted furniture, I'd much rather have a natural wood finish, a pale beech effect or something similar preferably.'

The girl looked momentarily perplexed, but quickly regained her sales face and beamed a smile at Kurt before leading us to the other side of the shop.

'I think we have just the thing for you. A five piece set, including crib, changing table, wardrobe, drawers and a rocking chair. It's pine rather than beech, but I believe the effect will still be desirable with the colours you have picked, and all of the pieces are engraved with a beautiful vine leaf design. It's certainly sturdy and built to last, hand crafted by our carpenters from only the finest pine, sir.'

She passed an apparently inferior white crib before showing us the set she was referring to, and oh my. I had to admit that it was beautiful. I could imagine it in the nursery Kurt and Blaine were creating perfectly (I had seen the room before), and even Kurt was supressing a smile of satisfaction at the find. He walked around the pieces, trailing his fingers across the wood and testing the mechanisms of each item before sitting down in the rocking chair.

'I have to admit, it is absolutely perfect. Well done…' his gaze narrowed on her name badge 'Laura, this is exactly as I imagined it should look. I suppose I should ask the price now?'

Laura's face froze in a fake smile, and trotted off to fetch the price.

'I don't think I even want to know how much this is going to cost, so don't tell me. Just… buy it Kurt. It's perfect.'

'Hmm, we'll see.'

Laura returned moments later, clutching a piece of paper in her hand, before handing it to Kurt.

'This is how much the entire set costs, sir.'

Kurt didn't show shock at the figure, so I assumed it was an acceptable price before…

'I think we'll be going. Lots to consider! Goodbye, Laura, thank you for the assistance.'

I shot him a confused look before following him to the door of the shop. We made it about five steps before…

'Wait!'

Kurt turned back to Laura.

'Maybe we could reconsider the price…'

Twenty minutes later, Kurt emerged from the store with a heavily reduced, hand crafted bespoke nursery furniture set under his belt, and a satisfied smile on his face, much to my naïve confusion.

'Um… How did you know that you could get it cheaper?'

'Kim, it was obvious. It was an independent business. That was the most expensive set in the store, handmade, one of a kind, and absolutely nobody would pay what she wanted to get for it if they had a working brain. I was probably the first person to show the least bit of interest in buying it, and they've probably been dying to sell it for ages. I offered to buy it for a reduced but reasonable price, and she was most likely relieved that it was finally sold, rather than annoyed at the lesser offer. It's standard haggling, Kim. Honestly, you'd save so much money if you just tried!'

He threw an arm around my shoulder, and kissed the top of my head.

'Now, I think we need a coffee. Agreed?'

We found the nearest café from the list in Kurt's notebook, and headed in the right direction, our arms linked and sunny smiles of our faces from the so far successful trip.

My smile faded pretty damn fast as soon as we entered the cosy looking café though.

'Shit.'

Kurt stopped walking and turned to face me with a worried expression.

'Kim? What's wrong? Is it the baby? Have you gone into labour? Breathe Kim!'

'Calm down Kurt, it's not the baby, I'm not in labour, I'm breathing fine. It's nothing that serious. It's just… ex-boyfriend. Two o'clock.'

I had to hand it to him, Kurt knew how to subtly check out his surroundings. He clocked sight of the man in question, and turned back to me.

'Hmm, got to admit, he's pretty fine…'

'Kurt!'

'Sorry, sorry, joking. Bad break up?'

'Yeh. Look, where's the next café? I'd like to go…'

'Sure, let me get my…'

'Kim? Is that you?'

I cursed all the holy entities from every single world religion (including the flying spaghetti monster) when they couldn't just give me a break and let me leave unnoticed.

'Mark! Hi!'

Bloody Mark Strallen. Just… crap.

I chanced looking at his (stupidly handsome) face, and saw him staring at my stomach with undisguised shock. And then I realised, no, I couldn't tell him I was a surrogate, Kurt was right there, and thanks to me, Mark knew all about Kurt and Blaine, and I wouldn't put it past him to tell the papers. So I just plastered on a smile and started again.

'Wow, it's been a while. How are you?'

He dragged his gaze away from the bump, but did not attempt to rearrange his features from the unpleasant mask they presented.

'I'm doing well, thank you. Got a promotion two months back. I see you're prospering…'

I choked back an angry retort (and some tears) to answer him politely.

'I'm so happy for you, I know you deserved it. I just gained my PhD, but I've been a bit held up when it comes to finding a job, obviously!'

I laughed despite the completely unfunny situation, when I saw Kurt returning with, thank god, two takeaway cups in hand. My saviour.

'Kim! We must get going, we have so much to do. Nice to meet you, I'm Kurt. Now, come on!'

Mark shot me one more look… I don't know what emotion he was expressing, but I would say that it was a strange mixture between relief and disgust, before returning to the people he was with, and Kurt and I left the shop.

Kurt managed to steer me to a bench in the park down the road before I burst into angry, ashamed tears. He set the drinks next to him before pulling me into an embrace and letting me cry all over his beautiful cashmere jumper.

'Shhh, there, shhh Kimmy, it's alright. Come on, calm down, it's okay.'

I continued to cry ugly, fat tears into his chest before he pulled me away to wipe my eyes.

'Please tell me why this affected you so much. Just start from the beginning. I won't judge.'

I took a deep, calming breath and nodded.

'Well, erm, we met at university in Edinburgh. I was 20, he was 21. I thought it was love at first sight, but… Well, we fell quite easily into a relationship, and when I got the offer to come to London for post-grad, he came with me, got a job at an advertising agency here. We didn't live together, but I thought we were happy.

And then, well, the inevitable started happening. We'd been together three years, of course marriage jokes were going to occur. Just the whole 'when are you going to make an honest woman of her?'sort of thing. He usually just brushed them off. So did I. And then his friend got engaged. They had this dinner party, started the joking again, telling him it was about time he made a commitment. It wasn't serious, we were 24, of course it wasn't, but… He didn't talk to me for the entire evening, wouldn't touch me at all.

We got back to his, and he politely explained that he didn't want to marry me, he never wanted our relationship to be so serious and he regretted it immensely. I left in tears, of course. Had a week of wallowing in my pyjamas with some Ben and Jerry's before Evie dragged me out saying that if I didn't go do some research, I wouldn't graduate when I wanted and she'd be damned if that man ruined any more of my life. She never liked Mark. You should always listen to the best friend. Anyway, that was about five months before I met you, so I haven't seen him in nearly a year, and when I do, I'm pregnant. He must think I'm a baby craving slut or something…'

Kurt had been silent comfort through my teary story, rubbing circles on my back and humming his acknowledgment at appropriate times. When I finished, he held me tighter.

'Sounds like an asshole, Kim. You were lucky to get out. You will meet the right guy some day, and you'll get married and have children of your own. You're too wonderful for that not to happen.'

He stood up and pulled me with him.

'Me and Blaine can finish the shopping some other time. What do you say to going back to ours, calling Evie over and watching some musicals and eating some Chinese food?'

'Sounds bloody brilliant.'

We got back to the car and headed to Kurt and Blaine's flat.

'Sorry about today. It was meant to be perfect and structured and orderly.'

'It doesn't matter Kim. It can be done another time. You're more important right now.'

We pulled up to the gates and parked in the private car park, before leaving the car to go and spend some quality time with our loved ones in front of Mamma Mia.

Kurt didn't even notice he'd left the itinerary behind.