*hides behind Chris Colfer*
I can't believe how long it took me for this… and I'm so sorry. I know it sounds like a load of excuses, but there were some personal things that happened, and believe me, if I would have continued in that mindset, you wouldn't like the way this would have gone. So I really needed the break.
Also, I'm apparently not capable of working at two stories at the same time, so I've focused of SGIASC, and finished that one (it wasn't that long, but I'm quite proud of it, so feel free to read it).

I'm gonna leave you now, and hope you are all still here :) I promise I'm back on track with this, and I hope to have the next chapter online during next weekend or the week after that.

I don't remember who I replied to last chapter, but I promise I'll reply to everyone that reviews this in private.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 9

Sunday, March 10th, 2024

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Santana grumbled as she followed Blaine into the building.

"It's okay, San. It's just one interview," Brittany tried to sooth her.

"I took time off to enjoy our baby, not to give the press some kind of scoop."

"Please, Santana, I know, but the paparazzi and rumors are going crazy. It's just a short interview to clear things up," Blaine lied smoothly. "They've already published several photos of the two of you in magazines and people are going crazy with making stuff up about the reason you are both pregnant."

"It's private; it's none of their business," Santana snapped.

"I know it is, but you are a public figure. We can't change that."

"It'll be okay," Brittany confirmed.

Santana grumbled as the couple followed Blaine down the hallway. He had insisted on accompanying them. Santana was convinced it was because he didn't trust her to answer the interviewer without snapping the poor man's head off, which was ridiculous. Being pregnant doesn't mean that she can't control what comes out of her mouth. She's always the perfect lady when it comes to interviews.

"Okay, it's in here." Blaine pointed to the door of the auditorium. "Just, try to be nice, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," replied Santana, pushing the door open.

"Surprise!" a bunch of voices yelled simultaneously.

Santana stumbled back slightly at the noise that came for the room. "What?"

"Surprise." Kurt came forward out of the crowd of people. "It's a baby shower for the two of you."

"A baby shower?"

Blaine skipped forward so he was standing next to Kurt and nodded enthusiastically.

"So no interview?" Santana asked timidly.

"Nope, Blaine just made you think it was so you would come here."

"Did you know about this?" Santana turned to Brittany, who shook her head in denial.

"You don't like it?" Kurt grimaced. He knew Santana was difficult to please sometimes, but he had assumed she'd at least like a party for the expected baby.

She looked around at the auditorium in wonder. The whole thing was decorated in red and silver. Balloons were hung up against the walls and in the middle was a big table with presents. Another table was filled with food, cupcakes and cake pops mostly, in matching colors of course.

"It's classy," she admitted grumpily.

…

"Come on, San," Brittany giggled as she pulled on her wife's arm. "Come play with us."

"No thank you, I'm perfectly fine here," Santana replied from her seat at the table.

Brittany pouted before giving Santana a peck on the lips and joining back in the festivities. From across the room, Kurt frowned at his Latina friend, wondering what was wrong with her. She had been sitting on the sidelines the whole afternoon, refusing to join any of the silly games he had prepared. She had even refused to have any of the treats Kurt had ordered. It was like she was refusing to have any fun at all.

…

"Aargh," Kurt hid his head in his pillow to muffle his screams. "I hate her so much sometimes."

"Who?" Blaine turned to his side so he was facing his husband.

"Who do you think?" He turned so he was staring at the ceiling.

"Santana?" Blaine asked timidly.

"She's horrible. Do you know how much time and effort I put into that shower? Let me tell you, it's a lot, and she can't even pretend to like it. All she did the whole evening was frown and say how she would love to be at home on her couch. It's like she doesn't even care."

"Hey, you know Santana. She cares;, she's just not good at showing it." Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's stomach and rubbed it softly. "Just try to remember how exited Britt was. She was like an adorable puppy."

"It's just… It's not fair, Blaine."

"What is ?" Blaine looked confused at his husband.

"She doesn't even know how lucky she is, being able to be pregnant. It's not fair."

"Baby, please tell me if I'm wrong, but are you jealous of her?"

Kurt huffed. "So much, it's not even funny."

"So… You want to be pregnant?" Blaine's tone was cautious.

"No! Of course not!"

"Then, what are you saying?"

"I want to be able to feel our baby. I want to have that connection she can have. They can lie in bed at night, and just know their baby is with them. She can feel it, whenever they want. It's not fair. All we get to do is rub Britt's stomach every now and then, and it's not fair!" Kurt's voice was catching. "I want to be able to hold our son, to know he's here with us."

"Hey, hey," Blaine crawled closer to Kurt and pulled the other man into his arms. "Don't be upset."

"It's just so frustrating, to know he's there, but we can't be there for him. It's not fair. It's just…" Kurt sighed deeply. "I don't know. I don't want to be pregnant, not really; I just want to have our son with us, now. I don't want to wait."

"You're impatient," Blaine replied, smugly. "I knew it. I'm always the enthusiastic one who one who gets carried away, but you're just as bad as I am."

Kurt shrugged. "I never had to wait for Luna, except these few hours in the delivery room. I wasn't really there before that."

"Oh, Sweetheart, it's only a few months left. Thirteen weeks."

Kurt groaned. "Why does it feel like forever?"

Monday, March 11th, 2024

"Blainers," Santana said in surprise as she opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you," Blaine answered, walking by Santana and into the apartment.

"Okay?" She followed the man inside.

"Look Santana, you're one of my best friends, and I get that you're pregnant and hormonal, and I know you're always a bitch, but you have to realize your actions hurt the people who love you."

She raised her eyebrows quizzically before sitting down on the couch.

"You hurt, Kurt, a lot. He spent a lot of time on that baby shower, and her was really excited about it as well."

"So?"

"So?!" Blaine raised his voice. "You didn't say a thing; you didn't even thank him, or have the decency to pretend to enjoy yourself. You just sat there with a sour look on your face the whole night. Don't you know how much it hurt him? Do you have any idea?"

"Oh come on, he's an ice queen; he can handle it."

"He's not! You don't get it, do you? He doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve like I do, he doesn't skip around singing from the top of his lungs, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He cares so much."

Santana frowned.

"I know it doesn't always look like it, but he's so excited about our baby; and he's so grateful Brittany is willing to do this for us, but you never appreciate anything he does. He cooks dishes for you, he gives Brittany way more time off at the shop than any other boss would, he organizes you a freaking baby shower, and you don't appreciate a thing. I'm tired of your bullshit, Santana. You can act like a bitch and use pregnancy hormones as an excuse for strangers, but not on us. We're almost your family; start acting like it." With that Blaine turned around and stormed out of the apartment.

Friday, March 16th, 2024 (week 28)

"So, I see you brought your daughter again," Dr. Nete gave Luna a friendly smile, and Luna loosened her stranglehold on Blaine's arm.

"Yes, she decided that having a little brother might have its advantages," Kurt looked proudly at his daughter. "Like getting a larger room, which she decorated beautifully."

"Did you?" Dr. Nete lifted Brittany's shirt while continuing to talk to Luna. "Well it's only fair that the oldest gets the biggest room, right?"

Luna nodded shyly. "I got a four poster bed."

"Since she did such a great job on her own room, I'm sure she'll be a great help with the nursery."

"I'll bet you have great taste like your dad. Now, let's see how the little boy is doing." Dr. Nete squirted the lube on Brittany's stomach. "You're in your third trimester now; it's getting closer. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, tired most of the time."

Dr. Nete nodded while she moved the ultrasound device over the stomach. "Ah, here he is. Say hi to your daddies and sister, Sweetheart."

"He's big," Luna commented. "He's grown a lot in four months."

"Yes, approximately…" Dr. Nete clicked some boxes on her device. "… well, look at that, he's a big boy, already 14 inches. That's a bit above the average."

Luna looked up at Blaine and smiled. "So you're sure he's yours?"

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "Shut up, you."

"Is it normal he's so big?" Kurt asks in concern. "He doesn't have any growth problems, does he?"

"No, it's completely fine. We have a chart, but every baby is different. It's the last 12 weeks now, so he won't grow as fast anymore; he'll mostly gain weight from now on. Since he's already so big, he'll probably be more than the average 20 inches when he's born."

"How big was I when I was born?" Luna asked, curiously.

"You were exactly 20 inches," Kurt replied, "but you were a little under the average weight, 7 pounds."

"Well, it seems like your boy is gonna be a big one. He weighs two and a half pounds at the moment, also a little over average."

"Cool," Luna fixed her eyes back on the screen and tilted her head a little to the right to get a better look. "Is that a nose?"

Dr. Nete bit on her lip. "No, Sweetheart, that's how we know he's a boy. His nose is here."

"Oh, oh!" Luna blushed bright red. "Okay, I think I'm ready to go now," she mumbled, before shuffling back behind Blaine.

"We have to do some tests first," Dr. Nete said.

Blaine tried to suppress his grin as he grabbed his daughter's hand. "That's okay. Luna and I will wait in the office."

Luna nodded fervently, following Blaine outside while Kurt stayed with Brittany and the doctor.

"She seems to be doing better," Dr. Nete observed.

"Yes," Kurt agreed. "We had a breakthrough over Christmas when she saw her little niece."

In the waiting room, Blaine sat down with Luna. "So, what did you think?"

Luna shrugged. "It's still weird that in three months that thing has to come out of Aunt Brittany."

"It's not a thing, Luna; it's your brother."

"Yeah, my brother…"

"You're okay, right?" Blaine asked, carefully. "You seemed to be warming up to the idea of a brother."

"I… yeah, sure. I guess a little brother won't be so bad."

….

"Thanks again, Britt, I love you so much," Kurt hugged the girl. At that moment Santana walked into the living room. Kurt released his grip on Brittany and put his hand on her stomach. "Bye little one, Daddy loves you." He looked over at Santana who had just exited the future nursery dressed in overalls. If the sounds that travelled through the walls were any indication she had been yelling the workmen they had hired to paint the room. Apparently they had used the wrong shade of fuchsia. He could understand the problem, and nodded at her. "I should go; Blaine and Luna are waiting downstairs. I brought a lasagna dish. It's in the fridge."

"I… thanks," Santana said, hesitant.

Kurt nodded with a small smile. "You're welcome. I'm sure you're tired as well. Pregnancy takes a lot out of you." He turned around to leave, but Santana's voice stopped him.

"You always do this…"

"What?"

"Bring us stuff, food. A few weeks earlier Britt said you washed and ironed all her clothes."

Kurt shrugged. "I just wanna help. You two are doing so much for us."

"You organized a baby shower for us."

Kurt took a deep breath and swallowed, trying not to remember the hurt that was still fresh in his mind. "Yes, well, as I said, Blaine and I are very grateful for what Brittany is doing for us."

"I'm sorry I'm such a bitch sometimes…" Santana said in a soft voice.

"Pregnancy hormones, right?" Kurt answered with a humorless chuckle.

"I… no, I'm just a bitch. I'm sorry."

"Okay." Kurt nodded. "I really should go."

The door fell closed behind Kurt, leaving a very guilty Santana standing in the middle of the living room.

"I know a way to apologize," Brittany said. "Nathaniel is organizing this thing…"

Monday, April 15th, 2024

"Uhm, Blaine, Sweetheart? What's all this?" Kurt frowned as he entered the living room.

"Just… stuff," Blaine answered absentmindedly.

"O-okay." Kurt walked around and looked curiously in several of the bags that were laying criss-cross around the room. All of them were filled with various things, ranging from baby clothes to paint to decorative toys and bears. "Are you… have you gone shopping?"

"What gave you your first clue?"

"Blaine… what's wrong?" Kurt frowned at the snappy reply he got, and wondered what had gotten into Blaine. Everything had been fine a few days ago. Sure Kurt had been upset with Santana and the whole baby shower fiasco, but Santana had apologized, and he was trying to get past that. She was one of his oldest friends, and he really couldn't hold a grudge against her. He knew he had been a little self-absorbed, and taken a lot of his frustration out on Blaine, but he hadn't noticed anything different about his husband.

"Nothing's wrong! I need to prepare for the baby. It's almost here and nothing's ready. I have to get ready; I can't believe I haven't started on this before…"

"Hey, hey, calm down, what brought this on?" Kurt tried to step closer to Blaine, but took a surprised step back when his husband roughly grabbed several bags and marched back to the nursery.

Kurt padded behind him and looked at the scene unfolding in before his astonished eyes. He watched as Blaine opened a can of pale sky blue and violently slapped several streaks onto the wall, following it swiftly with a few streaks of brilliant yellow. He stepped back and frowned at them, his hand on his hip, heedless of the paint dripping from the brush onto the floor. He groaned and was turning to open a third can when Kurt decided to step in.

"Okay, Blaine you have to calm down."

"I am calm!" he raised his voice, "I just have to do this now! Before it's too late."

"Blaine, hey, Sweetheart!" Kurt frowned as Blaine failed to react to his words. He needed to get his husband's attention, and fast. "Blaine, please, I love you. Tell me what's happening because you are scaring me."

This seemed to do the trick as Blaine turned around abruptly with wide eyes.

"Do I have your attention?"

Blaine nodded wordlessly.

"Okay, good." Kurt took a step towards Blaine and grabbed the paintbrush, putting it aside and closing the lids on the cans. "Now come in the living room with me so we can talk, okay?"

Kurt let out a sigh of relief when his husband followed him and sat down on the couch next to him. He sat sideways so he could look at Blaine and put a hand on his face, caressing the slight stubble for a moment before pressing a kiss against Blaine's hairline. "Okay, Sweetheart. Tell me, what happened. Why did you go shopping?"

"I was dropping Santana off at home after our meeting, we had a meeting regarding the duration of her break and the details around it, and she asked me to come in to see the baby room, and it was finished. It's completely done."

"Okay?"

"We have nothing. Nothing! And our baby's due a month earlier than theirs."

"And that freaked you out?" Kurt guessed.

"Did it freak me out? Yes it freaked me out! Why haven't we decorated it yet? Why don't we have baby furniture? Why did I not think of this? I'm gonna be a horrible father. Scratch that, I am a horrible father."

"Hey, none of that," Kurt silenced a protesting Blaine. "You are a wonderful father, and we have a wonderful, feisty, 13-year-old to prove that. Our baby room isn't finished yet because Luna barely moved out of it a month ago." He felt this wasn't the real issue; Blaine had always been good at avoiding the real issue by making something else up. "Besides, you decorated Luna's room in our apartment in less than two weeks, so you don't have to freak out over that."

"What if I can't do it though? What if I'm not good at it?"

Kurt crept closer to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his husband, feeling, to his relief, Blaine falling against him, the tension slowly subduing.

"What if I can't do all this baby stuff? I had it easy with Luna. You had already raised a perfectly well-behaved little girl."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, you're not alone. We're both in this, together. I had loads of help from Dad and Carole. I was just as, probably even more, inexperienced than you are. As long as you love our son with all your heart, you can't mess it up. We'll learn from practice, we both will. I was so young with Luna, and I honestly couldn't have done it without my parents, just as you won't have to do this without me."

"I do love him."

"I know. As do I. Just the fact that you're freaking out about this shows you'll be a good father. You care so much. We'll make it work. We always do, right?"

Blaine nodded against Kurt's shoulder.

"I love you."

"And I love you," Kurt replied, while they sat in silence for a few moments, until Blaine suddenly spoke up.

"Have you ever noticed how Luna's name starts with the second letter of both our names?"

Kurt frowned and chuckled. "I can't say I have, but I see it now that you mention it. You would notice something like that. I guess it's fate, huh?"

Blaine shared his smile and continued. "I've been thinking about that for our son…"

….

Let the speculation begin!

One more thing, and know it's been ages, but I wanted to address this anyway. I've got on anon reply I really feel like I need to reply to. I would have preferred to do this in private, but since it wasn't a signed in review, I can't, so I hope the person who left this review will get this, and maybe considers replying so we can talk in private.

ALittleAngry7/17/12 . chapter 9
Okay, I like your story, a lot, but more and more you're making Kurt seem like the girl and Blaine like the man, when Kurt is obviously a man, I don't know a guy, straight or gay, who would want to carry a child, and a baby shower is for a woman, not a man. I'm sorry if I come off as an ass, but it's one of my biggest pet peeves when they make a gay couple one seem like the women and one like the male, when they're both male, trust me, I'm ussually the one treated like a girl, and it hurts.

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First, I'm so sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way. I did not want to do that, and believe me when I say I felt horrible after reading your review, because my goal is never to hurt anyone with any of my stories.
Second, I don't see Kurt as 'the girl', at all. I know they're both men, and I respect that, but that being said, I do think Kurt is more feminine (even though I'm not sure this is the word I need, but I can't think of any other way to describe it) then Blaine. That's not just me, even Chris Colfer said that himself. That doesn't mean I see him as 'the girl' in the relationship, it just means that Kurt would rather go shopping with his girlfriends than play sports with the boys, and that's what I'm trying to bring across.
About the 'pregnant' thing. I can see where that went wrong. I hope this chapters explains it a bit more. It's not about the 'actual being pregnant', but more about the connection with the baby. That's not something I'm making up, when my best friend was pregnant, her husband often said how he envied her of having the baby with her. Like, he could only feel the baby when he decided to move or kick, but a women is connected with the baby 24/7. It's even worse for Kurt and Blaine, because they don't live with Brittany.
And sorry, but a baby shower is for a couple. Gay, straight, or whatever. That's how I interpreted it, and I don't think there's anything wrong with a baby shower for Kurt and Blaine. Now, I'll be honest, where I live we don't do baby showers, but I've checked with my beta (who does live in the USA), and she's confirmed this.

I really hope you're still here, reading this, and give me a chance to discuss with you in private. Don't ever be afraid to leave me a 'signed in' review. I promise I'm not a horrible person, (I won't think you're an ass) and I'll never get mad at anyone for leaving their opinion. I'm not perfect, and I can't make this story perfect for everyone, but I do want to talk and discuss about our opinions. (except when somebody leaves me flaming reviews… I'm not gonna reply to those) So yeah. Again, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, at all, and I hope your still out there somewhere.

Love, Joyce