I know this is short, but the story is winding down quickly and I didn't want to cram everything into this one. Also, make sure you read the last line if you decide to skip the smut. :)

Chapter 14

34 Weeks Pregnant

"I have cankles, Kurt, CANKLES," Hayden screeched, stretching out her legs and putting them on the coffee table. Kurt glared at her feet but said nothing.

"Hayden, you are beautiful, stop it," Santana soothed, pushing her hair out of her face, "It's almost over, sweetie."

"Why can't it be over NOW?" Hayden no longer resembled the woman Kurt and Blaine met, but rather a large beach ball.

"You have three weeks left, at most," Blaine set a smoothie in front of Hayden, "and at least they aren't keeping you awake anymore."

"No, just my size is. I would go almost full term with these rug rats. Most women pregnant with twins have the babies by now," she pouted more and slurped the smoothie down quickly. "And they are constantly on by bladder. Help me up, Kurt?"

Kurt grasped Hayden's hand and pulled, hefting her up so she could go to the bathroom for the fifth time in two hours. "You know, the longer they stay in, the better chance they have of not staying in the NICU for weeks and weeks, correct?"

Hayden glared, but her face softened when she saw the hopeful look between Kurt and Blaine. They had recently had a breakdown when Hayden thought the babies were coming at 31 weeks – which would have guaranteed the babies to be in the hospital for at least three weeks. "I know, I'm just sick of being pregnant. I'm never doing this again."

"Don't worry, we won't be asking you again," Blaine winked, "I think two is all we could ever handle."

"Aren't you having any of your own?" Kurt pondered.

Santana laughed, "No thank you. With you, Berry, and Jade having babies this year I think it's safe to say that we won't. Plus, we watch Regina's brat all the time now that you two are constantly busy."

Hayden nodded, "That was never in my life plan, anyway."

Blaine frowned, "Would you have had them if you weren't being our surrogate?"

"Nope, just not in the cards," Hayden shrugged, "Besides, if we ever decided, Santana would have them."

Santana gave her best bitch face to Hayden, "Well then, we definitely won't even talk about it anymore. But Hummel, if we do, I'm coming for your swimmers."

"Anderson," Kurt corrected, "and they're yours if you ever want them."

Hayden waddled down the hall, "What about his swimmers?"

"Kurt here wants a piece of Santana. I always knew that experimentation with Brittany meant more," she winked at Kurt to show she was joking.

"Although, Blaine and I would make some pretty attractive babies," Santana slinked over and ran a finger down Blaine's chest, "what do you say?"

"I…I thought we were operating on the assumption that you didn't want children?"

Santana laughed, "You boys are so easy."

Next Day

"Blaine, would you hurry up?" The stupid birthing class rescheduled. We have to go get Hayden and Santana," Kurt wrapped a light scarf around his neck, "This is such a waste. Our outfits looked perfect for some window shopping."

"When was the last time you actually window shopped?" Blaine teased, grabbing his jacket.

"2010," Kurt reasoned, "Hush and hurry."

Kurt and Blaine all but ran towards Hayden and Santana's house, "Hey, we're outside," Blaine said to Santana. "What? Fine. We'll be up."

"Santana can't get Hayden off the couch again." Blaine laughed, this was the fourth time that Hayden couldn't get up on her own, and Santana wasn't strong enough to pull her up.

The men clambered into the front of the house, and to their surprise were met with a shrieked, "SURPRISE!" from about fifty people.

"Oh my god, no," Kurt whispered, attempting to find Santana in the crowd to glare at her.

Blaine was blushing scarlet, "They didn't," he turned and buried in face in Kurt's neck, "Please tell me this is a dream."

"Nightmare, actually," Kurt turned Blaine around and smiled, "Wow, thanks guys."

Blaine regained composure, "Yeah, thanks! You really all didn't have to do this."

Burt and Carole received them first, "Like we would let you two get away without having a baby shower," Carole kissed them both, "Now it is a little untraditional..but we figured you wouldn't mind." Kurt stared at his step-mother and father, he hadn't even known they were in the city.

"Mom, Dad! I thought you were in Connecticut?" Blaine hugged them both tightly.

Catherine bit her lip, "Promise you won't be mad?"

Blaine nodded slowly.

"We're moving to Connecticut, New Canaan," Catherine peered at her son.

"But..that's only like an hour and a half away," Blaine figured.

She nodded, "More or less. Blaine, we wanted to be closer to our grandchildren. Are you angry?"

Blaine threw himself at his mother, "Why would I be angry?"

"We're moving out of your childhood home…" She started.

"Don't even think about it!" Blaine jumped up and down a little, "We'll talk later but I have to greet other people."

He spotted Rachel and Jesse next, "Bernadette!" He took the infant out of Jesse's arms, "How is my little button?"

"Keeping her parents up all night," Rachel sighed, "I can't imagine what's going to happen with two of them."

"We'll figure it out, I'm sure they'll sleep through the night," Blaine crossed his fingers in the air, holding onto Bernadette with the other hand. "She's so precious though."

"Thank you," Rachel said softly, wrapping her hands into Jesse's, "she's our angel." Blaine held out his finger and the small child took it, cooing up at the man.

"She thinks I'm funny looking, doesn't she?" Blaine laughed as her other hand slipped out from the blanket.

"That's because you are, darling," Kurt teased, sidling in beside Blaine and putting a hand under Bernadette. "You're beautiful," Kurt cooed at the baby, "so pretty, like your mommy."

Rachel reached over, "Okay, okay, give my baby back. From the looks of Hayden, you'll have your own very soon. Very, very soon."

Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine around the room, stopping at their friends and family members.

"Jade, you're glowing!" Kurt put a hand on her stomach and marveled how tiny it was in comparison to Hayden's huge one. "Do you know what you're having yet?"

"You ask that every time," Jade laughed, "I told you I'm almost positive it's a boy."

Blaine gasped when he saw the pile of presents, "Oh my god guys, we have an apartment, not a warehouse to put everything in!"

Everyone laughed at Kurt's face when he saw the baby clothes hanging from the ceiling, "Oh my god, Blaine! Look at that bow tie!" he pointed to a small bowtie with white polka dots.

Blaine had his eyes on the small tutu hanging from the chandelier in their dining room.

Three hours later, Blaine and Kurt sat amidst the piles of wrapping paper, bows, and boxes. Kurt, Blaine, and Hayden all had hats with bows taped to them, and Kurt was sure he saw stars from how many pictures were taken.

Burt stood up and cleared his throat, "Right, well, Carole and I weren't sure what to give these boys because we figured no matter what we got, someone would upstage us. Now, I'm sure my buddy Jack did, but Carole and I found these and ordered them right away."

Finn and Puck walked into the crowded dining room holding two large objects covered in sheets.

"Every good nursery needs a rocking chair. But there are two babies and two of you, so why not get each of you one?" Burt motioned for both men to pull the sheets off of the chairs.

"Dad! They're perfect!" Kurt ran his fingers over the silky wood of the chairs.

"I had to call David about the wood stain. Are you sure you like them? We can return them!" Burt fiddled nervously with his cup.

"No," Blaine ran his fingers over the musical notes carved into the head of the chair, "They really are perfect, Burt. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star too?"

Kurt smiled even wider, he hadn't noticed that the musical notes actually formed a song. He ran to his father and wrapped his arms around him tightly, "This is the best gift, dad."

Burt blushed slightly and took his baseball cap off, "Oh hush. I'm sure Jack is about to upstage me anyway."

Jack bit his lip, "Well, we didn't get you anything quite as personal…but we did get you something I think you need…something that will put me at greater rest." Jack threw a box at Kurt, "You can open it, buddy."

Kurt opened the small box and furrowed his brow. He appreciated fine jewelry as much as the next man, but now really wasn't the occasion.

"Open it," Blaine's mom chided.

He opened the box and saw a key sitting in the middle of it, "No offense…but I can't live in Connecticut."

"It's a car key, Kurt," Blaine glared at his father, "You really bought us a car?"

Jack nodded, "And two car seats. I couldn't have my grandbabies in that clunker. Besides, I expect lots of visits to come see us. It's nothing fancy, but it's a good family car."

"It better not be a minivan or a station wagon," Kurt said to Blaine under his breath.

"It's an SUV dear," Catherine whispered, "I talked him out of the wagon."

The baby shower passed quickly, but not painlessly. Hayden punched Blaine in the arm three times and hissed into Kurt's ear about fifteen times.

"I hope our children don't inherit her shrill voice," Kurt complained, balancing a teddy bear on top of a huge tote filled with clothes.

"I hope they get her left hook," Blaine opens the door, balancing a changing table between his hip and the wall.

This was there fifteenth and final trip up to the apartment. "Thank god that's over," Kurt sighed.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's feet and started massaging them, working his thumbs into Kurt's arches.

Kurt watched Blaine and smiled a little. "Blaine, stop."

Blaine pulled his hands away, "Why?"

Kurt crawled over top of Blaine, pushing his body flush with the older man's, "Because I just realized once we get those babies, we are going to be too tired to do this," Kurt circled his hips into Blaine's and started mouthing at his neck.

"Oh," Blaine gasped, turning his head and catching Kurt's lips in his mouth.

"Naked," Kurt blurted out, sliding his hands up Blaine's sides until he gave up and started tugging Blaine's shirt up to his shoulders. "You should be naked now."

"I can't argue with that," Blaine moaned, lifting his arms up and pulling on Kurt's shirt. Blaine decided Kurt wasn't working fast enough and started helping him, a fury of fingers.

Kurt watched Blaine kick his sweatpants the rest of the way off and leaned in, unable to help himself, taking Blaine's cock in his hand and stroking him.

"Shit," Blaine gasped, his hips jerking up into Kurt's grip. "Kurt, fuck," he says. "You've got to stop that, oh my god."

"Language," Kurt chastised.

Blaine choked out a laugh. "No, no, just—go more slowly," Blaine's cheeks reddened and Kurt saw the tell-tale lust blown eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered in a low voice, his hand sliding back up to brush over Blaine's cock as he leaned to kiss Blaine quickly.

Blaine grabbed him, rolling over and kissing Kurt deep and frantic, trailing his lips down Kurt's neck, over his throat and down his chest.

"Blaine, shit," Kurt groaned, usually he didn't curse and it turned Blaine on even more.

Blaine's tongue is swirled just under the head of Kurt's cock when he tried to push Blaine away and says, "Blaine..honey, slow down, please. We have all night.."

Blaine removed his mouth, "Sorry, you're just. You look really good and I reallywanted to do that," Blaine grinned and grabbed Kurt, pulling him back towards the bedroom.

"Well?" Blaine asks, holding the lube out to Kurt. Blaine's cock is flushed and hard on his stomach and his legs are folded up and Kurt's maybe still having trouble taking all of this in.

Blaine tossed the lube towards Kurt, "Please, baby."

Kurt nodded, taking his time to warm the lube on his hands and grinned down at Blaine, he leaned in for a kiss, missing Blaine's mouth.

"Let's hope the actual fingering goes better than- Blaine jerked, gasping as Kurt stroked over his hole.

"You were saying?" Kurt asked with a grin.

"I was saying you're evil," Blaine laughed breathlessly, but his laugh quickly cut off as Kurt started to ease a finger inside.

Kurt quickly changed the angle of his fingers, moving it directly where he knew Blaine loved. Something about the angle change made Blaine shudder, and Kurt watched as Blaine grabbed onto the sheets, spreading his legs and arching his back just a little bit.

"Just like that, fuck, Kurt," Blaine groaned, and something about the way Blaine's voice had gone all hoarse went straight to Kurt's cock, makes him twist his fingers in a little harder.

Kurt quickly added another finger and watched as Blaine fell apart even more underneath him.

Blaine kept making these noises when Kurt rubbed just right, little broken off groans that stared to sound more like growls when Kurt twisted his fingers.

Kurt reached out, letting his fingers trail up Blaine's cock, rubbing just beneath the head, and Blaine moaned in a way that made Kurt want to never leave the room again.

Blaine looked up at Kurt with big hazel eyes, "Please."

Kurt pulled back, just a little, just enough so he could reach down and grab himself, pushing his head against Blaine's hole. Kurt whimpered when he felt the tightness around him and Blaine shifted his hips downward, causing Kurt's thighs to start trembling.

"Please," Kurt begged, "please do not do that, I really want to make this last."

Blaine flushed red all the way down to his chest, his eyes closed and his mouth opened, and he looks beautiful. Kurt was stuck between wanting to make him shatter and wanting to keep him like this.

Blaine's thighs are pressed against Kurt's hips. Kurt let out a harsh breath when Blaine trailed his hands down his back and pressed him further in.

"Move," Blaine groaned into his ear, his hands still on Kurt's ass, and Kurt started to rock his hips, slow at first, staying deep and letting them both get used to it. Blaine's tried to pull him closer and Kurt felt Blaine's cock brush against his stomach. Kurt leaned down and bit at Blaine's bottom lip.

Kurt brushed a stray curl away from Blaine's forehead, moving a little bit faster, pushing in deep and staying there for a second or two before pulling back. Blaine trailed his hands up and down Kurt's back, his fingers digging in every time Kurt thrusted back in. Blaine's eyes are closed and his head tipped back, his mouth open and panting. Kurt moved his hand between their bodies, wrapping it around Blaine's cock.

"Shit, Kurt, if you want to make this last you really shouldn't do that," Blaine gasped.

"Don't care," Kurt mumbled, doubling his efforts and pulling back. He wanted to see Blaine fall apart.

Blaine had other ideas and pulled Kurt back downward.

Kurt bent his back and leaned into Blaine more, straining his back.

Blaine started to make desperate noises against his mouth. Blaine rolled his hips up against Kurt's, pushing Kurt's cock deeper and Blaine's cock further into his hand, and Kurt bit down on Blaine's bottom lip, Blaine groaned a few times, pulling Kurt even deeper as he came between them.

Kurt's coming before he made a conscious decision to stop holding back. He groaned against Blaine's neck, biting at the sensitive skin.

Blaine pulled him down against his chest, petting weakly at Kurt's hair and kissing his temple, mumbling soothing nonsense to him. Blaine ran his hand up and down Kurt's spine, sending a few more shivers down Kurt's spine.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine and panted, "Thank god we don't have to get up early tomorrow. I'm exhausted."

"You were the one who wanted it to last longer," Blaine teased, kissing against Kurt's shoulder again.

"We aren't going again," Kurt warned, but moved closer and turned, allowing Blaine to spoon him.

The next morning they both were thankful they didn't go again, because at 7:12 in the morning they got a shrill phone call from Santana that said one thing – "Get to the hospital, now."

One more chapter and an epilogue I think. I'm not quite sure yet.