"He'll kill me for putting this in, but…" Blaine handed the picture over for Quinn to see. A smile formed across her lips. He then showed it to the camera—the picture was of Blaine wearing a 30's style suit and hat while Kurt was wearing next to nothing but pants, straps, and suspenders. Blaine was only slightly made up while Kurt's already pale skin was powered white with heavy make-up on his face. It was for their NYADA production of Cabaret—the first starring role Kurt had received as he had been selected to play the Emcee.

"It's cute, but why are you putting it in the scrapbook for your kids?" Quinn asked. Blaine gave her a look of disbelief.

"You don't remember? The closing night of that show was the night I proposed to Kurt. At the cast party backstage. Granted, we didn't get married for a few more years because we wanted to finish college and Kurt wanted to plan an event to put the royal wedding to shame, but it was one of the best nights of my life." Blaine stated. Then he looked back to the camera. "Still, might draw some questions from Dumbledore and Hagrid though…"

"Forget the kids, I'd be afraid of Kurt."

"Oh look, here's one from the wedding!" Blaine picked up a photo of he and Kurt running down the makeshift aisle of beautiful garden. Laughing as petals were thrown over them. "We were running to the horse-drawn carriage—dramatic much? Which would take us up to the ballroom where our reception was. All I have to say is thank god no one could see us….You know, I might just have to delete this section of the video."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Gee, you don't your kids will want to hear how their dad's did it in the horse drawn carriage they hear about in fairy tales?"

Blaine blushed and started snipping the photo. "To be fair, we didn't go all the way…"

()

August had arrived before either of the men knew it and their projects were progressing nicely. Blaine was almost finished with his scrapbook and nothing had disturbed his secret project yet. Kurt, having only about a month left, had set the party planning to overdrive. The only downside was between that, the quilt he had started plus the new quilt he added, and decorating the nursery, Kurt was stressed out and overworked. Of course, Blaine would have loved to help except Kurt wouldn't let him touch anything except a few decorating details.

"Kurt. Honey are you listening?..." Blaine was getting frustrated. He had practically begged Kurt to come out of the nursery and have dinner with him since they've hardy eaten together all week. Kurt, however, was looking through a catalog of baby furniture. "Kurt, could you maybe put that thing away for ten minutes?"

Without missing a beat, Kurt responded. "What color do you like better? Light green or turquoise green?"

"Did you hear me?" Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed, flipping the catalog closed.

"Yes I did… Blaine, do you realize how much time we have before the kids get here?"

"Yeah, probably around 4 months. We still have plenty of time to get ready." Blaine muttered. Kurt shot him a 'are you serious?' look, before shaking his head. Blaine caught the look just before Kurt started digging into his salad. "What's gotten into you?"

"I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out when exactly you plan on preparing for these kids, when Rachel's in labor? Or were we just going to wait until they go to college?" Blaine rolled his eyes. For once not amused at his boyfriend's dramatics. "Why is it suddenly so terrible for me to look through baby catalogs?"

Blaine huffed. "Because that's all we ever talk about anymore! We talk about the nursery I'm not allowed in or the party I can't help plan. And if we're not talking about one of those, we're talking about something else baby related. Maybe I just wanted to have a conversation with my husband without involving our kids!"

Kurt shoved himself up from the table and grabbed his plate. "Well maybe you should have thought of that before we decided to have kids! Did you think it'd all just be dress up and play time? No, we have to baby proof the place and get cribs and, I don't know, give them names that won't get them beat up!"

He walked down the hallway with his food. "Where are you going?"

"Back to work!" Kurt shouted with a slam to the nursery. Blaine gave up eating all together. He scraped his untouched food into the trash, washed the plate 7 or 8 times, paced around the apartment with his fist clenched, cleaned the plate some more, and just let his aggression run it's course.

Once it did, he was able to think with a little more clarity. In retrospect, the argument was ridiculous and should have never escaladed to the point it did. But maybe it was good that it did. They were obviously stressed out and in need for some release. Blaine just didn't mean to take out on Kurt and he knew it was vice versa. He struggled with the choice of leaving Kurt alone or risk breaking the barrier into the nursery. Struggled with it much longer than he thought he did because it was 11 when he finally crept it open.

"Kurt? Sweetie?" He pushed down the caution tape so the door could flex open. The moment he saw the room, it took his breath away. The hardwood-floored room had been changed so much in just the small month. The walls were painted a bright warm-green except the one where the windows were—that was painted almost completely white. The green walls were fresh with incredible if unfinished paintings of trees in full bloom. Upon closer look, he say the characters and little castles and carriages and realized they were scenes from a fairytale. He almost stepped over a paint can as he admired the detail.

He knew Kurt had artistic talent, he also remembered that in college Kurt had taken a set design course that involved a lot of painting. Blaine just didn't realize how good Kurt was—painting wasn't exactly one of his favorite things. Too much mess. Yet, it was apparent this was the reason Kurt had been so busy.

Then there was Kurt himself. Sitting in a wood rocking chair passed out. An opened book lay across his lap. Blaine smiled and walked across the room to his husband. The moment his hand grazed Kurt's shoulder, he stirred.

"What time is it." Kurt grumbled. Blaine laughed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "And aren't you suppose to be mad at me?"

Quarter past 11 dear, and it's hard to stay mad when I'm standing in what has got to be the most kick-ass room I've ever seen." Then Kurt jerked up with eyes wide, almost hitting Blaine in the head. The older man looked at husband and groaned.

"You weren't suppose to see it until it was done!"

Blaine took his dried-paint covered hands up off the book and held them in his own. "I'm sorry. I was just worried after the fight we and then you weren't coming out of the room. I just…didn't want to go to bed angry."

"I'm not." Kurt sighed, squeezing the hand back and forcing a smile. "And I'm sorry. I've been so worried about the kids coming I forgot I have a husband who needs my attention too."

"Well, I'm sorry too…I know it's been stressful with everything on our plate and maybe I haven't been helping like I should." Blaine sheepishly threw in.

Kurt shook his head. "No Blaine, you've been perfect. It doesn't help that I won't let you touch anything. I just wanted it to be a surprise."

"And you're a control freak."

Kurt laughed tiredly and leaned forward from hid chair. "That too."

The book bumped up against Blaine's hand and he looked down. The page closely resembled one of the scenes he had seen on the wall. "Where did you get this?"

His husband looked down to the book. His smile faltered slightly. "From my dad's house over vacation. I snuck it out of my room so you wouldn't see it." Blaine took the book and looked at the cover. The Most Beautiful Fairy Tales Ever Told. "My mom use to read this to me all the time. After she died, I couldn't even look at it. I found it again when we moved out of our old house and I had forgotten how beautiful the scenery was. I use to dream about it every night because the way she talked about it felt like heaven."

Blaine took a look around the room and smirked. "It is beautiful…"

"It will be I get it done in time." Kurt sighed, freeing a hand so he could run it through his hair. "I have to finish painting the room, buy the furniture for it, finish the quilts, and on top of that, plan the biggest damn baby shower in New York."

Kurt sounded so exhausted; Blaine decided the only thing that needed happen right now was that they needed to go to bed. He stood up and forced Kurt up with him. "Well, now that I've seen the nursery, I could help you with it. Why don't you let me pick out the furniture? It'd be one thing off your list and my taste isn't that bad…"

"Says the man who wants to name our children Dumbledore and Hagrid." Kurt joked, but he did find most of Blaine's tastes and fashions to be acceptable. Plus, he did feel somewhat bad that he was keeping Blaine from participating in the decorating—they were his kids too after all. "I get final approval on everything though."

Blaine faked a gasp. "Kurt Hummel is giving me control of something? Oh my god, I might have a heart attack." He laughed as Kurt playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Just don't get use to it."

()

Things progressed nicely after that. September came faster than either one imagine and now it was only a week before the big party. Fortunately, the nursery was a little more put together (Blaine had picked some wonderful cribs that went with the room much to Kurt's relief) and the party was hitting planning overdrive. Mercedes had flown into town to help Kurt with the finishing details, which called for a shopping trip.

"I don't have a problem with chocolate—the color just takes better with white." Kurt insisted as they tried to decide on a cake flavor. The cake designer by the name of Stephanie watched as Kurt glared at the very pregnant Rachel across the table. Mercedes sat in the middle of them, tapping her nails on the table and waiting for the stare off to end.

"Well, I'm carrying the babies and they want chocolate!" Rachel demanded. She then turned to Mercedes. "You agree with me right?"

"No, she agrees with me!" Kurt leaned closer to Mercedes. "Right?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes and looked to Stephanie. "Can't you just do a layer cake and have the top and bottom layers be white for the colors and the middle be chocolate for Ms. Hormones over here?"

Rachel glared at Mercedes but seemed to have no objection about the cake. Stephanie looked to Kurt for approval. He thought about it and nodded. "That would work."

Thankful the tension was broken, the cake designer moved on to colors. "Now what color do you want the cake to be."

"Lime green!"

"Emerald green." Kurt and Rachel glared at each other again. Stephanie looked absolutely horrified but all Mercedes could do was laugh. She missed these little things about her friends—even if it took hours to ever actually get anything done.

()

Rachel came out of the dressing room wearing a flowing, purple maternity gown that looked more appropriate for Prom than a baby shower. "What do you think?"

Kurt opened his mouth to say something snarky but closed it again. Of course, the stereotype that pregnant women were crazy and hormonal was just that. Matter of fact, most women he knew who were pregnant were too excited to be anything but happy and joyous. Rachel however, fit every single stereotype in the book—moody, hungry all the time, and very sensitive. A comment like 'You can't go to my baby shower dressed as a formal grape.' would have resulted in an hours worth of crying when normally she would have scoffed and walked away.

Thankfully Mercedes stepped in. "It looks beautiful Rach, really, but I don't think it shows your …star quality." She glared over at Kurt who mouthed a 'thank you' to her. "Why don't you try on the one Kurt picked out?"

Rachel took a look down at the dress and shrugged. "Okay. Be right back!" The dress fluttered behind her as she rushed back into the dressing room.

"I owe you." Kurt muttered. Mercedes snorted.

"Boy, you owe me for the rest of your life." Mercedes teased, Kurt laughed and gave her a look.

"Excuse me, but if I recall someone broke the window on my original baby." Mercedes groan and threw her head back.

"I thought I told you never to bring that up ever again."

"Mercedes, you broke my car window. I'm pretty sure I get to bring it up for the rest of our lives." Kurt reminded. Mercedes held her hand up to signal she was through talking about it. "At your funeral, I will still be talking about how you got so jealous of Rachel and I, you broke my car window."

"Not if I kill you first." She sing song'd. "Though it is kind of funny that it happened and now Rachel's having your baby."

"High school me would be so confused. Particularly high school sophomore me." Kurt said, looking absent-mindedly at the dresses on the wall by the dressing room. "I must appreciate what she's doing for me though. I held my tongue about fashion of all things to spare her feelings."

Mercedes laughed and then 'aw'd' "See? Somewhere Kurt Hummel has a soul."

"It must have been that damn Blaine Anderson." Kurt chuckled. Just then, Rachel reemerged wearing the dress Kurt had picked out. It was a simple velvet blue number that stretched over her growing belly but fit in all the right places. The adjustable black settled just about her stomach. The dress came up just above her knees, which was perfect for a girl as petite as Rachel usually was. The best part in Kurt's mind about the outfit was that it would go great with one of the many pairs of stockings Rachel had in her drawer. It was presentable yet Rachel.

"That's defiantly the one." Mercedes said breaking the silence. Kurt nodded in agreement.

"We can get you a blue scarf, some black earrings to go with the strap, it'll look great." Rachel looked down self-consciously. When she was pregnant with Fanny, she hardly showed. This time, she was about 6 months along and huge.

"You really think?" She asked. Kurt nodded and offered her a reassuring smile. After a moment or so, Rachel smiled back. "Could we maybe look at some nice shoes that won't make my feet scream? All I have are heels."

Kurt snorted and Mercedes chuckled out loud. "Rachel, did you forget whose children you're having?"

"Yeah," He added, wrapping a friendly arm around Rachel. "My babies would be livid if I let you go to their shower without the most fabulous shoes. It's all on me too—dress, shoes, everything."

Without warning, Rachel started tearing up and buried her head in Kurt's shoulder. He thought about telling her about how her tears would stain his shirt, but instead, he rubbed her back and sighed. Rachel was emotional enough. Mercedes gave him a sweet supportive smile.

Besides, Kurt could feel Rachel's stomach pressed up against him. He felt close to his children. There was a jealousy that settled deep inside that he couldn't touch them everyday. He didn't know if they were okay, couldn't feel if they were moving unless they so pleased, and couldn't properly bond with them. He sometimes whether secluded in the nursery or lying in Blaine's arms that they would be born and the only person they'd want was Rachel. Hell, they heard Finn's voice more often than his. Kurt told himself these things were silly, but part of him still worried about whether he or Blaine would be the parents they wanted.

Rachel's crying broke with a giggle. Mercedes gave her a funny look before she explained. "One of them… or maybe both of them but it feels too much in place to be both, always moves when you're near, Kurt. " Kurt pulled Rachel away to look at her. Her giggles grew. "It's practically dancing when it hears your voice."

Kurt, beyond happy to hear that, pat Rachel's back and tried to hold back his tears. He didn't want to cry again—eventually, it was going to start to get ridiculous. He felt a little entitled since months ago, he was crying because it appeared he and Blaine would never have a child. And soon, he'd have two and he'd get to be there for them all the time. It was scary, and it was moving, but most of all, it was incredible.

And he couldn't say he hated it when he cried.

And there's chapter 10! I feel like there should be a party—or I'll just celebrate with a pudding cup. Close enough, right? Also have to get to celebrate reaching beyond 30 reviews too! Which I can't thank everyone enough for! As well as thanks as usual for the alerts :) Next chapter—the long talked about baby shower! As well as the gender-reveal. Well, it might take two chapters, not sure yet, but hopefully I'll have it up soon.