I wrote a whole damn chapter and my computer crashed. skjfhewiufhhfiuewpgfhsewiuf

9000 words too! I don't even know how I did that. And I don't even know what happened. Just fml. :(

Klaine makes everything better tho.

The first version was better -.-

"Wait I thought Quinn just wanted to donate the egg?" Sam asked Blaine over the phone a week later while Blaine searched for his breakfast cereal in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"Yeah, well, apparently she wants to carry the baby too," Blaine told him, shrugging even though he knew Sam couldn't see him.

There was a pause in which Blaine could tell that Sam was thinking of something. "What exactly are your thoughts on having a second child?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, pausing mid search.

"Well you've been talking all about how Kurt and Quinn want the baby, but you haven't really said much about what you think about the subject."

Blaine had a pang of affection course through him for his best friend, he knew that while Sam was extremely blunt, he did also care deeply for Blaine's opinion on everything. "I don't know, really. I guess I feel like we're still not ready though, you know? I mean we were young as hell already when we had Elijah. I know Kurt and I agreed to have kids at a young age, but still I don't think we're ready for another one."

Sam thought about this for a bit before saying, "Well even if you do decide to have another one, I think you guys will be pretty kick ass dads. I mean you already are, but yeah, bringing another kid into this world would be exposing them to that awesomeness."

Blaine smiled widely. "Thanks Sam. That means a lot."

He could hear Sam's own smile through his voice. "Of course, bro. Hey anyways, I gotta run. My sister got sick in school or something, so I have to pick her up. Give my godson a kiss from me."

"Yeah, alright, hope your sisters okay," he replied, continuing his search, and eventually giving up.

"Will do, bye buddy."

"Bye Sam," Blaine turned off his phone and looked through a cabinet one last time. "Kurt!" He called through the house. "Kuuuuuuurt!"

"Why are you yelling when I'm right in the other room?" Kurt asked walking with Elijah on his hip, setting him on top of the counter.

"Where's my cereal?" Blaine asked getting frustrated.

"Seriously? You yell through the house because you can't find your cereal?" Kurt turned to Elijah who was watching the interaction between his fathers. "See this is why you don't copy daddy. Daddy's so obnoxious isn't he? Yeah, that's right he is."

"Daddy bad?" Elijah asked innocently, eyes wide and curious.

"Yeah that's right, good boy," Kurt grinned, ruffling his hair and kissing his cheek.

"No, daddy isn't bad. Daddy just wants his cereal because he's hungry. Kuuurt, where is it?" Blaine whined.

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned towards his husband again. "You finished it yesterday, don't you remember?"

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Kurt rolled his eyes again and turned his attention back towards their son, who had now taken to grabbing a spoon that was in the sink and banging it loudly against the metal. "No Elijah, that's bad."

"Me bad?" the toddler asked in his broken English, that made Blaine smile every time he tried.

"No little man, you aren't bad, but banging the spoon is bad," Blaine explained.

Elijah looked between his two fathers curiously before dropping the spoon loudly in the sink. He turned his head grumpily towards Kurt, possibly annoyed at Blaine. Kurt gave him a kiss on top of his head and gave him a plastic spoon instead, which he promptly began to bang against the sink instead, but making a much softer noise in the process.

"And you tell me I baby him," observed Blaine, shaking his head at Kurt.

"What? I don't baby him!" Kurt said.

"You didn't want him to bang a spoon on the sink, but gave him a plastic one to do it with instead. You definitely baby him."

Kurt rolled his eyes once more, and made his way towards the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. "Whatever," he said, but kissed Blaine's cheek so he knew he was joking.

"Kurt, how are we going to be able to take care of another baby?" Blaine blurted out, not knowing how they kept avoiding this conversation.

Kurt took a couple of sips of water and closed the bottle again. "I was hoping we could figure it out, like we did with him," he said, rubbing Elijah's back in circles.

"Kurt, we can't even buy a new coffee maker," Blaine said stiffly.

"So you don't want to have another one?" Kurt asked defensively.

Blaine sighed, coming closer. "No, I didn't say that. Have you even called your dad and asked him what he thinks? Kurt, we can't just wing it. We need to be prepared, and we need to be ready. I don't think we're either of those things at the moment."

Kurt sat on a seat behind the counted, Elijah on his lap. "I don't think we'll be winging it though, Blaine. I think we can be ready, if we want it to happen. Do you want it to happen?"

Blaine stood on the other side of the counter, right in front of them. "I guess- I guess I sort of do... but I- I don't know. I'm not sure yet. Don't get me wrong Kurt, I want to have more kids with you, I want Elijah to have siblings. But at the same time, I want to keep my job, and- and have time, with you, with our friends, and you know how busy we were when E was born, we barely had time to do anything."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "And I want all those same things too, Blaine, but I just... I feel like if we don't try now... we're not going to get as many chances in the future."

Blaine went around the counter so he was standing next to his husband and son without the counter in the way. "I know," he said softly, putting his arms around Kurt.

"Can you at least promise me you'll think about it?" Kurt asked, equally as softly.

"Anything for you," Blaine promised, kissing the top of Kurt's head.

"Me too daddy!" Elijah exclaimed, forgetting he was angry at Blaine and asking for a kiss too.

Blaine and Kurt laughed softly and they both kissed Elijah firmly on his head.

It had been a week since Blaine and Kurt last had a conversation about having a second child, and true to his word, Blaine had been thinking a lot about it. There were both pros and cons to the subject and Blaine even made a list noting them all down.

Pro: seeing Kurt with baby.

Con: no sex with Kurt because of baby.

Pro: baby.

Con: baby diaper.

Pro: baby.

Con: Kurt evidently spending too much money on baby.

Pro: Kurt's baby.

Con: money.

Pro: baby and Kurt and Elijah.

Con: baby and Kurt and Elijah.

Pro: baby.

Con: baby.

Pro: baby.

Con: baby.

And that's kind of how the whole list went.

So to say Blaine was conflicted was an understatement. It wasn't as though the baby would be a nuisance or anything, or that Kurt, Elijah and the baby together would be one, but Blaine needed time, and he needed to go to work, he had songs to write, and bands to sign. And how would he be able to focus if he knew his family was altogether without him? Kurt could work from home. He usually did these days. With just his sketch book and cellphone beside him. All he really had to do was send in sketches and answer phone calls. Being a fashion designer did have its privileges sometimes.

But it wasn't like that for Blaine. He had to actually be there at the studio. It wasn't that easy for him. And being apart from his husband and son for eight hours a day four days a week and six hours a day two days a week already killed him. And the worst part was that he couldn't put either parties at hold. Of course he had the option to take a break from work for a few months and return later, but Blaine made seventy dollars an hour. Which added up to $560 just for one day for eight hours. It was pure bliss to know that he was able to make money like that without being a singing and dancing waiter or a stripper.

And yeah, Kurt made a lot of money selling his designs and his clothes, and writing articles about Broadway shows and actors, it was good money. But he knew that neither he nor Kurt would willingly quit their jobs even if it were for a week. They both loved what they did too much, and the fact that they were able to get an opportunity like this at such a young age made them feel so good. It made them feel so much better than the bullies in high school who forever tormented them, telling them they were worthless and would never be good enough for anything. The fact that they both had actually proved them wrong, made all the difference in the world. So yes, they both had duties and obligations and if they had another baby it would be so difficult to live up to those duties and please everybody.

But Blaine wanted another baby. He thought for days and weighed both the pros and cons, even if his list was crap, which he knew it was. And the thought of holding another life that he and Kurt were going to raise, made his heart swell up and made him smile uncontrollably. He wanted this. But he also had to work. But he knew if they did have a baby, he was going to have to be home, at least for a month. And he knew his boss was sort of lenient with family stuff, but he would also be on Blaine's case about it. But he wanted to be home with Kurt and Elijah and their baby. And he also didn't seem to care much about missing work. But he still wasn't sure.

If anything, Blaine needed to cancel the word 'but' out of his life permanently. No buts, Blaine. Cut the crap. No more buts. Just tell Kurt you want another baby. He'll be so happy. He may even be so happy you might get laid tonight. Oh yeah, okay, anything for sex. But what if he doesn't want to have sex? Fuck I just used 'but' again. Why do I hear a bird? Why am I so distracted. Just tell him. Fuck he's coming. That's him, that's fucking him. Okay just say it. Don't be a pussy like that asshole Jake said you were in eighth grade. He's you're fucking husband. Why am I cursing so much. Why am I even contemplating this. Play it cool, Anderson, play it cool. Don't freak out and don't blurt it, just tell him casually. Oh my god-

"Hey babe," Kurt said walking into the room, taking away Blaine's trail of thoughts, much to his pleasure. He bent down and kissed his cheek, which was a small action, but it still gave Blaine shivers.

"Hey," Blaine responded, turning in his chair to look at him.

Kurt must have noticed Blaine's tense posture and immediately addressed him on it. "Blaine? What's wrong? Do you have a fever? I-"

"I want to have another baby," Blaine blurted out. So much for playing it cool.

Kurt visibly paused and a look of shock etched his features. "R-really?" he stuttered. "Y-you mean that? You want another baby?"

"Yes. Yes Kurt, I want another baby. I want us to have another baby," Blaine took Kurt's hands in his and stood, grinning. Kurt just let out a very high pitched shriek and jumped into his arms.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," he chanted in his ear, kissing his neck that his face was burrowed in.

Suddenly they both heard a high pitched happy shriek again, except this time it wasn't from Kurt, it was from an over-excited two year old with bouncing curls, running up to his fathers saying "me too, me too, me too," and attaching himself onto his fathers' legs.

"Hi Dad," Kurt said into the phone nervously. Why was he nervous? Oh yeah maybe because he was telling his dad that he and his husband were going to have another baby. His dad was going to love that. Yell at him a bit, sure, but love it, definitely.

"Hey kid, why do you sound like you're gonna crap your pants?"

"Blaine and I want to have another baby," he blurted. It felt easier to just blurt it out, like ripping off a band-aid.

He heard Burt let out a frustrated sigh and heard him take a deep breath. "I had a feeling you two were going to do this again soon. You know when you first told me you wanted to have a baby when you had just turned twenty-two, I thought you were crazy. And Blaine wasn't even twenty-one yet. And now- you're what?- twenty-four? And you want to have another one? Kid, I can't tell you what to do anymore but are you sure you're ready for this kind of commitment?

Kurt rolled his eyes, and even though Burt couldn't see him, he knew that his father could some what tell that he was doing that. "Dad, I was ready the second I married Blaine." And it was true, he was ready for the evident fights they would have, the difficulties life would bring, the obstacles, all of it.

"Well, again, I can't tell you what to do, but I hope you've both thought about this and you're both ready for this," Burt told him in his usual gruff manner. He started talking again, not giving Kurt a chance to speak. "You know when you were born, your mom and I, we fought all the time. So much. I didn't think it was normal to fight so much. We were so young, we had you at just eighteen you know. And we were always just fighting over the stupidest of things. So I asked my dad, I asked him if this was normal, if this happened to everyone. And you know what he told me? He said it was. That when you're married and you have a kid, you're going to be at each other's throats. It's just something that comes with parenting, I guess. He said it's normal, and he told me not to worry. So I, uh, I guess I want you to remember that. And even if that fight is so bad, if you and Blaine ever fight like that, I just want you to know, you're gonna get through it. We were planning on having a second child too, you know? But your mom fell ill when you were about six, and we were trying for years before that, and it just wasn't happening for us. I just want you to be prepared, and be ready for anything, because if I've ever learnt anything from my time with your mom, it's that you have to live in the moment. And you have to have faith that everything will be okay.

"When she died, Kurt, I wasn't okay. I really wasn't. I was depressed, and I was scared of being alone. And you were just eight. And you knew. You knew that I wasn't okay. But being with your mom told me to have faith. It told me to just believe it would be okay. And look at me now, kid. I'm okay," Burt whispered softly towards the end.

Kurt ran a hand under his eye, catching a tear that hadn't already fallen. He sniffed audibly, and whispered back into the phone. "Thank you for telling me that, Dad."

"You're welcome, Kurt. Now I love you and Blaine, and I love Elijah. I always told you I wanted grand babies, and even though I still think you're too young to be having more kids, I'm excited. You're a great father, son. You and Blaine both. But I guess when everyone told you, you were too young to be married, and you proved them wrong then, I guess you'll prove us all wrong again."

"I love you, Dad. I hope you know that."

Burt laughed softly. "I do, Kurt. And I love you too, I hope you know that."

"I do, Dad," he sniffed again. "You're taking care of yourself, right? You aren't eating the bad food and stuff? Not stressing out or anything?"

"Always the worrier, like your mother. I'm fine, Kurt. Carole's taking good care of me."

Kurt smiled. Burt and Carole both needed each other, they balanced each other out. And he was glad they had each other. "Tell her I said hi... you'll give her our news, right?"

"Of course I will."

"Okay. Thank you, again, Dad, I have to go, I have an article that's due, but thank you. I miss you."

"Miss you too, kid. Take care of yourself. And that toddler husband of yours. Love to Elijah."

Kurt laughed at the comment. "Bye dad."

"Bye, Kurt."

"Quinn? Yeah, hey, are you still up for that offer?" Kurt asked Quinn later that week.

"About the baby?" Quinn asked, excitement pouring into her. "Uh, yeah, yeah of course it is."

"Okay, well, I think we might just take you up for that."

I hate my laptop. I hate it so much. You have no idea how angry I was when it crashed. I literally put aside money to buy a new one, which I'm doing later this week. Thank god for summer jobs. Ugh. Even though the one I wrote before was considerably longer- and- well, better, this should do for now.

So after I (hopefully- fingers crossed) get my new laptop this week, I will post the new chapter. If not, I will resign to the cyber cafe in the city and spend a few hours there. Because I actually have a whole thing planned out on what to write and stuff.

And if you're curious about why my house only has one laptop, I'm staying in my grandparents house for summer, where technology is basically not in their zone. Meaning nobody here knows what an iPhone is.

Hope you liked this. :)

-Marz