"Hey Lady Lips, ready to let me have it for missing the shower?" Santana asked with questionable good grace. Kurt had called her while he was sewing over a few out of place stitches. It was three days after the shower and he had reflected quite a bit on Santana and her relationship with his children. After seeing Blaine and Ryan make something of a mends, he decided perhaps it wasn't his place to decide how close Santana should be to them. Even if he felt she wanted more, it was ultimately her choice how to handle her feelings.

"No. You do live in California now, not exactly a cheap flight. I did want to tell you that we found out the genders."

There was a long silence Kurt mistook for sorrow. He found he was mistaken when Santana asked. "And…?"

"We're having one of each like a real life love story."

"No shit?" Santana beamed. Kurt chuckled along; hardly believe the turn of events himself. It was just so perfect he and Blaine would have a son and a daughter. "Well, congratulations. I seriously wanted to come Porcelain. It's just well…Thanks for the ring." Kurt almost pinned his finger when she said that. The quilt dropped onto his lap.

"You asked her to marry you?"

"Made it nice and romantic too. It had a horse, some singing, I even got some cheerleaders. It was pretty much the most badass proposal ever."

"And she said yes?"

"Well obviously." He could hear the roll-of-the-eyes tone of voice. "Actually, her exact words were 'can I wear the dress?' but after I assured her she could, she said yes." Santana, for the first time in a long time, sounded completely elated.

"That's great. I'm really happy for you." Kurt responded.

"Yeah. We're not getting married right away though. Brittany has a lot going on now a days and god knows, that girl can't concentrate on too much…But when we do, I was kind of hoping maybe your rugrats would be in the wedding. Actually, now I have a ring-bearer and a flower girl." Kurt smiled to himself. His children weren't even born and already they were going to be in a wedding. Not just that, but Santana finally confirmed she wanted to be in his kid's lives.

"I'm sure they'll be thrilled to find out."

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Halloween was one of Kurt's favorite holidays. He had always loved seeing the costumes the kids in his neighborhood could come with and since she was born, Kurt had always made Fanny's costume. This year, the young girl had decided to dress up as Maria from West Side Story. He was finishing the final touches the Sunday before Halloween as the next day Fanny would be wearing her costume to class.

"I know we live in New York, but I swear, no one her age is going to get the costume." Kurt said, his mouth full of pins as he adjusted the white dress with the red band. Rachel was watching from the kitchen table while Blaine was making Rachel some lunch.

"I don't care. I…" Kurt cut off his niece before she could throw a fit.

"Yes sweetie, you're going to be Maria and no one can stop you, I know. Just don't move too much." He put another pin in Fanny's dress and smiled. "And here I was worried the pattern I got would be too small—good thing you're a shorty like your mom."

"Hey!" Mother and daughter said at the exact same time. Blaine laughed and gave Rachel her grilled-cheese and soup. Kurt stuck the last pin into Fanny's dress and pulled it down to make sure it fit properly.

"Alright, very carefully take that off an bring it back to me." He helped Fanny down from the chair and she ran into the bathroom. Kurt laughed and situated himself in the chair she had jumped down from. "You know Blaine, you should wear your Tony costume from high school and take her trick or treating.

"Only if you wear your Officer Krupke costume."

"I don't even have that thing anymore. Wasn't any room in my closet for it."

Blaine snorted. "And like I would still have my Tony costume?"

"I didn't keep my Maria costume, but I have at least two different ones in my costume chest." Rachel declared proudly. Kurt rolled his eyes, of course Rachel would. "Hey! There's another Broadway name…Maria or Tony."

"For Dumbledore? Already picked it, Rachel. Where have you been for the past few months?" Blaine teased her. She huffed and chewed a bite from the sandwich harshly.

"I did not carry these children so you could name them after Harry Potter characters! If you're going to name them after anything, it should be after Broadway shows so it matches my daughter's name!"

"Okay Rachel calm down." Kurt chuckled at his sister-in-law's annoyance. "I've already got a name picked out and it's not after a book character or a Broadway character."

"You do?" Blaine perked up suddenly. Kurt nodded. "What is it?"

"Uncle Kurt!" Kurt sighed and stood from the table.

"Guess that's for me to know, and you to find out." Kurt said over his shoulder as he left to help Fanny. Blaine, clearly annoyed.

Rachel took notice and talked in between spoonfuls of soup. "Is something wrong, Blaine?"

"No, well, not now." He admitted, leaning on his forearms. "I just can't believe Kurt's already picked out a name for our daughter."

Rachel gave him a sideways glance. "You don't know what you're naming your little boy? I had Fanny's name picked out years before she was even born."

The corner of Blaine's mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, but we didn't actually think you were going to name your daughter Fania, or that Finn would let you."

"You want to know what Finn wanted to name Beth when he thought she was his daughter? Apple. No joke. He wasn't touching my baby's name." Rachel said as if the very idea made her mad. "Not that it was a problem, he liked Fania."

Blaine's smile faltered slightly. "I just…I want to pick something meaningful. I feel like it's such a big decision. He might think it's just a name and not a big deal, but this could determine the rest of his life. What if my kid gets picked on because I picked a stupid name?"

Rachel had finished her lunch in record time. She blushed as he picked up the dishes to clean them off. "This may seem a little ludicrous coming from me, but don't you think you're over thinking this a bit too much? I mean, I've never had a kid make of Fanny's name and her nickname is Fanny…easy target, never had a problem. I think you're alright..."

Kurt reappeared with Fanny back in the dress she had worn there. Kurt was holding the costume in his hand while glaring at his niece. "There's a reason I told you carefully… I think the blood will be hidden by the seams though."

"Blood? Oh my god, Fanny!" Rachel quickly looked over her daughter. Fanny held up her index finger to show Rachel and pouted.

"I poked myself with a needle. Uncle Kurt had to help me get the needle out." Fanny recounted. Rachel sighed and smiled softly at her daughter.

"Impressive, considering Uncle Kurt hates needles." Rachel joked. Kurt mumbled a snide remark was too busy focusing on the dress. Inside, he was looking forward to doing this with his own daughter and son. Designing their clothes, running to them when they needed him and sharing a family moment like this.

Blaine couldn't appreciate the moment. He mind was too busy thinking of baby names.

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Kurt had promised to drop off the costume at Rachel's house on his way to work tomorrow so she could take Fanny home. Kurt switched between working on the costume and finishing the last few details on the quilts. The due date (the probable one) seemed so close now. He had gotten so much done in that short amount of time and yet, he felt like there was still so much to do. His head hurt if even began to think of all the things he had to do so he instead, focused on the stitching and technique on his fabric creations.

He felt Blaine's presence suddenly. "I'm almost done with the costume." He said, realizing it had to be late. Blaine smiled as he walked further into the bedroom. In his hand laid his own little project.

"Could you maybe take a break? I have something to show you." Kurt looks over his shoulder to deny him when he sees the scrapbooks. Without realizing it, he placed the costume on the sewing table and faced Blaine. Blaine took his place on the bed, motioning for Kurt to join him.

"Blaine, what's this?" Kurt sat beside Blaine. His husband showed him the green velvet scrapbook with the words 'Baby Book' written on the front. Kurt took the book and stared before flipping through it.

"Quinn made that one. I asked her to teach me to scrapbook so I could make our kids a baby book…I never had a baby book made for me." Blaine confessed. Kurt loved how beautiful each page was—how the placement of photos and shapes told the story of his not-yet-born children. "My parents were kind of over that fad after having Cooper. So I wanted to make sure they had one…It's almost done, we just need a few more photos…" At that very moment, Kurt reached the last page. Two blank photo spots were left open on the last page. Above them, Kurt noticed there was one blank nametag, and one that was not.

Blaine watched for Kurt's reaction. He had spent hours thinking of baby names, determined to think of one that night. He wouldn't get peace of mind unless he did. He had almost overdosed on Advil by the time he thought of it, but once he picked it, it was just so perfect. And he had to tell Kurt, even if Kurt didn't share his name.

"Court Jaden Hummel-Anderson?" A breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke the name Blaine had picked for their son. Blaine nodded.

"I know you think it's cheesy, but I always thought the Burt-Kurt name thing was always kind of cool. I picked this one because it's kind of a combination of your name and Cooper's, that way it has a little bit of both our family's in there. And I picked Jaden because jade's green and since we're going with a color theme here…" Kurt laughed at Blaine's over-thoughtful perspective of his son's name. "Plus, it's the birthstone of March and they were technically conceived in March."

"God, why don't we just name him Court Sperm.?" Kurt joked softly, quickly adding. "No Blaine, seriously I love it. I think it's wonderful. I can't believe you'd name our son after me."

"Well, I've said it before but I'll say it again, I love everything about you Kurt. And if he turns out even half as wonderful as you are, I'll be a proud papa."

Kurt was glowing. Completely lost in just how loved his husband could make him feel. Against his original idea, Kurt set the book aside and walked over to the sewing table to retrieve a marker. He sat back down and wrote on the second nametag.

Blaine looked for the name as soon as it was written. "Amy Blaine Hummel-Anderson?"

"No, no honey…" Kurt giggled, pointing to the name. "See how it's spelled? It's A-May. Aimee. It's French."

"Of course it is." Blaine muttered, but he was in complete bliss. Kurt had given their daughter his name as a middle name. "Good thing Blaine's kind of unisex, huh?"

"Would have made a nice girl's name, but I thought that was a little too much. It felt weird even naming her after my mom." Kurt said. Realization hit Blaine's face.

"Your mom was Amy wasn't she? Amy. Aimee." Blaine watched as Kurt fought with his tears. This time, he won the battle but the emotion was still there. "I think it's great Kurt. I really…God, we're saps aren't we?"

"Yeah." Kurt said quietly, but he loved every minute of it. "So, it's Court and Aimee then? I love our designer baby names."

"Me too." Blaine said, his voice raw with emotion. He then closed that scrapbook, and opened the red one. "I made this scrapbook too. This one's so our kids can read about how we got together."

"Oh Blaine…" Kurt's fingers trace each picture. Each one with an emotional story, some with a funny memory, others just meant the world to them. Kurt reached the end and saw a DVD in a case. "What's this?"

"I sort of made a documentary of the making of the scrapbooks. I just wanted them to hear all these stories from me." Blaine explained sheepishly. Kurt checked the time—nearly 11:30. He'd be so tired at work tomorrow.

But he wanted to see it, right then. "Could we watch it while I finish up Fanny's costume?"

Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead and grabbed the DVD. "Sure, hon."

Kurt took his place at the sewing machine and listened as virtual Blaine recounted the life they shared together. He laughed when Blaine stumbled his way through the Gap-Attack story. Cried when Blaine recounted how he had been so moved by Kurt singing Blackbird he realized he was in love with him. Blaine talked about the years they spent in college and the wedding that bonded them together. The costume was finished and Kurt had even finished the last details on the quilts. The shining glimmering green one he had made for Aimee, and the velvet patch one he had started for Court when he found out they were having twins. He finished just as virtual Blaine said.

"Your daddy said it best himself. I know there are things you won't be able to tell us. There were also be times when you'll want us to lift the world off your shoulders. And whether we can or not, just remember…You'll always have a home with us. If you're ever lost or confused, just come home."

Kurt switched the video off and joined Blaine on the bed. They stared at each other longingly, lovingly, and only in a way you could with someone you've loved for 10 years, and intend to love for many more.

"I love you, Blaine." Kurt whispered. Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him and kissed his husband deeply.

"I love you too, Kurt." And they did the act that could only be done between the two of them. No other thoughts crossed their mind. Not even Aimee and Court.

It was just them. And Kurt was certain he would be exhausted tomorrow but didn't really care.

Don't have a lot of time to write a note, so sorry if it seems fast. Wanted to post this before my next class (started writing and just couldn't stop during my break). Hope you guys like the baby names! Thanks as always for the reviews and alerts : ) I love them all and wanted to share my thoughts on a few of them but like I said short on time right now, but I'll probably do a few next chapter. Hope you love chapter 12!