Merry Christmas, Darlings!

I really hope you are going to have merry and calm holidays. I want to wish you that everything you dream for would happen, that you will get everything you want and that you'll spend the holidays with everyone you want.

Also I want to thank you for your constant support of me. You are the best readers writer could ask for. I'm posting this story already for almost a year (it's gonna be year in ten days exactly) I must say it was pretty good year for me with you.

So I hope you will have the most beautiful Christmas. I know you were nice so you will get many presents

This chapter is actually mine Christmas present for you. It's another part of Parties, dresses and temper tantrums (or PDTT for short) and I'm more than sure that you are gonna want to kill me after reading it. Please don't! Instead, give me all your angry thoughts in reviews

Thank you, my sweet amazing Beta gleeklaineKIT, for checking this long, long part in incredible speed. I love you!

And once again thank you, Esther who is my biggest fan and who is working on designing fan t-shirts. *lol* You are sweet, I love you 3

WARNINGS: Some swearing

DISCLAIMER: I STILL DON'T OWN GLEE

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I love you all,

Helen

Parties, dresses and temper tantrums (part 5)

He didn't know how he got there but suddenly, Blaine found himself sitting at uncomfortable plastic chair in the hospital waiting room. In one hand he held unopened water bottle, the other held half empty plastic cup with coffee from the hallway coffee machine. He didn't know who drank it but the foul, sour-bitter aftertaste on his tongue and palate told him, that actually he was the one who did. Funny thing, he didn't even remember doing it. The last thing he remembered, well he was sure he would never forget it.

He would never forget the way Kurt's back arched off the bed with pain and his eyes rolled back in his head. He would never forget the scream, which cut through him like thousands of razors. And he would never, ever forget the blood. He was never sensitive about blood; Kurt was the fainter in their relationship. He personally even thought about becoming a doctor or surgeon back in the past. But seeing blood today, knowing it was his husband's and that the amount was life threatening for both Kurt and the baby, made his stomach twist in painful knots.

When his heart began beating too fast he got up to his feet, letting the cup and bottle slip from his fingers. Some woman sitting in the corner of the room sent him disapproving glare at the mess and noise he made, but he didn't care. He began pacing in front of the chairs his mind swirling.

Kurt was somewhere in operating room, possibly fighting for his and their baby's life. He was fighting for their lives. He could lose them. Blaine's mind began running in circle, only thinking about the worst case of scenario.

Suddenly he felt like he was suffocating. He opened the three buttons on his polo shirt but that wasn't enough. The room, the whole situation was choking him, stomping on his chest. With anguish cry he turned around and ran from the room. But he didn't stop on the hallway; he continued, not listening to the hospital stuff calling after him, chastening him. He run, not knowing where, even though his legs were burning and his lungs were protesting from the lack of oxygen. He stopped only when he felt like he would collapse.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway, doubling over, and his palms pressing on his thighs coughing and gasping for breath. His legs trembled and soon he found himself sitting on the cold linoleum ground, his back pressed against the wall. He closed his eyes trying to calm his hitching breathing not exactly succeeding. It took him a while to get himself under control. But after the initial shock was over, the tears came.

How in the name of God was this fair? Kurt already went through so much, why it kept happening to him? What did he do so badly in his life that the universe felt like punishing him all the time? Hell Kurt was the kindest person he ever met, and he wasn't biased, Kurt really was. He already fought so many battles, why more?

He sat there on the cold ground crying for what felt like hours. He checked the phone to see what time it was but it immediately slipped off of his mind, because his eyes felt on the gorgeous picture of his family on the lock screen. It was taken last month on the family gathering in Lima. His eyes welled with tears again and he quickly closed them.

'Dear Lord' he began muttering to himself as he leaned his head back against the wall 'I know I don't speak to you often. Actually I've talked to you only like fourth times or something in my life. I don't even believe in you. But I could really use your help right now. You need to help my husband. Kurt and our baby. You can't let them die God. I need them. Please, just don't take them away from me, God; just don't take them away from me.

The worlds sounded familiar on Blaine's tongue and he realized that it wasn't the first time he said them. And just like that, his mind transported him nineteen years back when said this words for the first time in his life.

*Flashback*

Nineteen years ago…

'Don't take them away from me, God, just don't take them away from me.'

Twenty four year old Blaine prayed but it didn't help. His boyfriend still lost their baby. He prayed to Lord, to Virgin Marry, to anybody up there but nobody helped.

'I knew you weren't there' He said to himself as he held his broken, sobbing boyfriend close to his chest.

It happened nineteen years ago but the memories were still as painful as then. He sniffled and wiped under his eyes and looked back at the picture. Carole insisted that she had to take new picture of them, because the kids were growing up so fast.

Kurt was sitting down on couch flanked by the twins. His belly wasn't as protruding that time; he was only six month ago and all the swelling happened literally during the night. 'Did you put pump in my ass while I was sleeping or what?' Kurt asked him one morning while he observed his body in mirror.

Caleb was on the photo sitting on the arm rest of the couch and Leah was behind him, her arm around his shoulders. And Blaine was standing behind the couch, leaning down his chin hooked over Kurt's shoulder. They all had big smiles on their faces and looked happy. Even Leah, which was something to tell, because lately she was being a prototype of moody teenager. But as he looked at his princess he couldn't help but think back to the day she was born.

*Flashback*

Seventeen years ago…

Blaine was just lying down on bed in Kurt's old room in Lima, watching the TV. He had to come to Ohio for his grandfather funeral. He really didn't want to come, he didn't even know him much because it was his father's father but his mother insisted that he had to come. And Kurt encouraged him to go; he said it would be good for his relationship with his father. But Blaine was still insecure about leaving Kurt alone when he was only two weeks away from his due date. So Kurt called Carole who was more than happy to come to NYC and spend the three days with Kurt because Burt was on some business meeting in DC.

So that's how Blaine found himself back in Ohio. He went to the funeral, exchanged a few words with family members that still talked to him (many parts of his father family stopped talking to him after his coming-out, not like he cared) but soon enough he was leaving the house where he spent his childhood and headed to the Hudmel's house. Carole offered him that he could stay there instead of hotel room and he was glad because now he could lie on bed which still smelled like his husband.

He watched as the snowflakes danced behind the window and he couldn't help but smile. The Christmas Eve was just two days away and he couldn't wait for getting back home. He knew that Kurt would with Carole's help do some Christmas baking and he was really looking forward to eating some of the goodies that were surely waiting for him.

With happy sigh he shifted his body in more comfortable position and began channel surfing. He found old re-run of Home Alone and immediately thought back to Kurt. He loved the movie and Blaine was sure Kurt was watching it. He reached for the phone, ready to call him when the phone rang. He looked at the screen and grinned when Kurt's face smiled at him back.

"Hey Baby, I was just about to call you. Are you watching Home Alone too?"

"Hey Blaine, this is Carole" Blaine frowned at this, why was Carole calling him from Kurt's phone?

"Hey Carole is everything alright?"

"Darling don't freak out okay? Kurt went into labor"

"What?" Blaine gasped and sat up. "But- but how? Where are you? Are you at hospital? How is he? Is he in lot of pain? Where the fuck are my shoes?" He said as he searched the floor for his Doc Martens.

"Blaine, Sweetie calm down. Yes we are at the hospital, we just arrived. Doctor Kim is just having look at him"

"But what happened?" He asked while changing into his jeans throwing the sweats back into his case.

"He woke up with some back ache so I made him breakfast and sent him back to bed. He didn't eat lunch because he wasn't feeling well. We were just sitting down to dinner when he realized that the pains are in fact contractions."

"So he is in labor for what now? Eleven hours or so?"

"Yeah. Listen Sweetheart I need to go back to him."

"Okay, I'm gonna head to airport now and try to get on some flight. Can you tell Kurt I love him? And that I'm gonna be there in no time?"

"Of course. Drive safe"

Little over hour later Blaine found himself standing in airport in front of the check in desk taping his leg nervously.

„I'm sorry Sir, there is nothing I can do, all flights to New York are full." The young woman behind the counter said, shaking her head while she looked at the computer screen again.

"Please, please I'm begging you. My husband is in labor I have to get to him." Blaine begged the woman desperately. "I'll take anything. I don't care if there are gonna be any layouts. I would even take first class I don't care. You just have to get me on plane to New York"

"I'm so sorry but it's Christmas. Everything is full." She shook her head smiling in sympathy the ball on her Christmas hat moving with the move. Blaine groaned out frustratingly and banged his head on the counter. "I can put you on stand-by if you want. I don't know if any place would…"

"Please, please do."

"Okay you can sit down, I'll call for you if anything clears out for you" Miraculously it did and Blaine was able to get on flight which departure was at 1:05 am. And two and half hours later Blaine found himself jogging through hospital hallways trying to find room 206. He was out of the breath when he finally reached his destination but he didn't stop to take a breath, he only quietly pushed the door open.

And the sight which greeted him took the rest of his breath away. Kurt was lying in bed, asleep, looking absolutely drained but peaceful. Carole was standing in front of window her head bowed down. It took Blaine a moment to realize she was actually looking at something lying in crib.

"Oh my god" He breathed out making Carole jump slightly and turn around.

"Blaine" She looked at him with big happy smile her eyes glistening with tears.

"It's- The baby- Kurt.." He stammered, tripping over his own feet as he neared Carole.

"It's girl" She smiled softly and for the first time Blaine looked at his daughter. His daughter! He was immediately choked by sobs.

"Oh my god Carole. She is so beautiful" He said as he took in the sight of his sleeping daughter. She was small, pink and so incredibly beautiful. "Hey princess" He whispered softly kneeling down in front of the crib. "I'm your Papa, remember me?" He touched her soft cheek with the back of his hand.

"She is precious" Carole squeezed his shoulder and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Are they okay? I mean Kurt and her?"

"Perfectly" Carole smiled at him as he got up to his feet. "Congratulation Darling"

"Thank you" Blaine whispered in her shoulder and hugged her tighter. "And thank you for being there for him. I can't believe I missed it."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. Important is that you are here now" She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to have some coffee. Do you want some too?" Blaine only shook his head gently taking Kurt's hand in his.

"I love you Angel" He whispered and kissed the back of Kurt's hand. "Thank you so much Baby. I love you" Leaning down he pressed his lips against Kurt's. The sleeping man stirred slightly, his beautiful glaze eyes blinking open.

"Mmmh Blaine" Kurt murmured against the lips and put his palm on Blaine's cheek.

"Angel" Blaine breathed out and pushed back a little so he could look Kurt in the eyes. "I love you so much Baby. Thank you"

"I love you too" Kurt smiled back at him but his eyes were drooping with exhaustion and soon he was fast asleep again.

Blaine smiled at the memory. He was so guilty that time for missing Leah's birth (and he still regretted it a little) but he made it up to Kurt when their second baby, Caleb was born. He smiled as he looked down at the photo on his screen and let the memory overcome him.

*Flashback*

Twelve years ago…

"Come again?" Blaine turned to Kurt, the things he held in his arms dropping to the floor.

"I think I'm in labor." After that Blaine's eyes widened comically. Kurt was in labor. The logical thing to do in situation like that would be to rush his husband to hospital. But that was kind of impossible. Right now, they were standing in basement of the Hudmel's house in Lima, Ohio. But the worst thing was that hurricane was raging behind the windows. The power already went out and Blaine just got from upstairs, where he went to gather things which would be the most needed as food, bottled water, and orange juice for Kurt, flashlights, blankets and so on.

"Okay. Did you have contraction?"

"Yeah. I think they are ten minutes or so apart. I think I already had some in the morning when we arrived."

Fuck!

"Alright you need to lay down Baby. I'm gonna run up pretty quick and take some more things we would need okay?"

"No Blaine! You can't go up there! What if something happens to you?" Kurt asked panicked gripping Blaine's forearms tightly.

"Don't worry nothing's gonna happen to me. But I really need to go. The sooner I go, the sooner I'm back, okay Angel? Come on, let's get you on the bed" Blaine smiled encouragingly and helped him to lie down on his bed. "You don't even know how happy I am that even in the new house you decided to live in the basement. This will make things so much easier right now" He grinned at his husband and leaned down and pressed his lips against the tip of his nose.

Ten minutes or so later he was climbing down the stairs to the basement. He was just at the first steps when he heard the quiet whimpers coming from his husband. Literally he flied down the stairs, dropping the other things at the legs of the bed and kneeled next to his husband's quivering form.

"It's okay Honey, it's okay. Just breath" He kissed his forehead and let Kurt grip his hand painfully.

"I think-nnnh" Kurt groaned out and slumped back on the pillows when the contraction stopped. "I think the little one is done waiting"

"Obviously" Blaine chuckled and whipped the sweat from Kurt's forehead with wetted towel he brought with him. "Okay Baby, I know you are not gonna like it, but I need to check you, to see how dilated you are."

"No way. That's not going to happen. No" Kurt shook his head unconsciously shifting his body away from his husband.

"Honey, it's very possible that I'll be the one who is gonna help you during the birth. I'm gonna see lot of more of you in the next hours. The sooner you accept it, the better" He smiled at Kurt calmly and leaned down to kiss him on his lips.

"Okay, but don't be grossed out okay?"

"I won't" And with that Blaine helped Kurt took of his sweats.

"Alright" He said some time later, helping Kurt into more comfortable position. "You are probably little over five centimeters. It still can take a while"

"Maybe the hurricane will be over soon" Kurt said hopefully but just as he said it loud thunder sounded and the little window shook with the force. "Or maybe not" Kurt groaned but then giggled.

bTwo- in both men's eyes long- hours later…/b

"I can't do this anymore Blaine!" Kurt moaned out as another contraction ripped through his body. Blaine gently patted his thigh and kissed the arch of his knee.

"I know that you are tired Baby, but you are almost done! Just a little more and our baby would be here. You can do this!" He encouraged firmly one of his hands sneaking up to take Kurt's. Kurt immediately latched on it, gripping it tightly.

"It hurts so much Blaine, I swear the baby must be giant" He slumped back and took a few shaking breaths.

"We'll see it in no time Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you Kurt, you are so strong" He smiled in the skin of his husband's thigh and kissed it. The last two hours were very hard on them. The transition part was hard for Kurt. He was in lot of pain, he throw up a few times and almost passed out from the need to push when he couldn't yet. But after the transition ended it all spiraled down pretty quickly.

That's how he found himself two hours later between Kurt's spread legs waiting for another contraction so he could couch Kurt through it. He didn't have to wait for long.

"Fuuuuck" Kurt moaned out arching his back off of the bed.

"Breath Baby, you have to breath"

"I know, you stupid little jerk, fuck I'm gonna kill you when I'm done heeeeeeere, nnnh" Kurt sobbed out trying to shimmy away from Blaine.

"No, no Honey stay there. You can kill me, or do anything you want but stay where you are and PUSH!"

"I so hate you right now!" Blaine had to bite of a laugh after hearing it. He knew that people during giving birth can say things they don't mean and he must say, he found it pretty funny.

"I love you too"

"Fuck I'm done. Can't you just smoke him out? I don't care how you are gonna do it, just grab his leg or something!"

"Him? So you are hoping for boy?" Blaine asked with gentle smile and began massaging Kurt's belly.

"Kind of" Kurt gasped for breath but another contraction came way too soon for him. "Oh shit, this one is going to be big one, I can feel it."

"So push Kurt. It's gonna be over soon, just push" Kurt did as he was told, with loud sobs and gasps. "I can see the head. Kurt, I can see the head!"

"Good for you! Oh my god it hurts so much!"

"You are so close Baby! You are doing so good, you have to push just little more and we are gonna have our little baby here." And soon Blaine's palms were closing around little shoulders, gently helping the little, and tiny human out of Kurt's body. "It's boy Kurt! Oh my god it's boy" He looked down and the baby and quickly cleaned out his nose and mouth. Suddenly the face of the newborn scrunched up and soon enough the room was filled with theirs baby's crying.

"Oh my god is he alright? Let me see" Kurt sobbed out half happy, half exhausted.

"Soon Baby. Let me just clean him and cut the cord" Blaine worked quickly and methodically and soon he was sitting down next to Kurt, handing him their beautiful baby boy.

"Aw Blaine, I can't believe he is here. Hey there, baby boy, I'm your Daddy. Yes I am." Kurt cooed to the baby, tears and sweat sliding down his cheeks.

"And I'm your Papa and I love you both so much" Gently he caressed his son's (SON'S!) smooth cheek. "Gosh Kurt I love you" He tore his eyes away from his son so he could look at his husband. "I'm so proud of you." Kurt smiled at him happily, although tiredly, and they shared sweet and loving kiss.

Yeah, that was pretty intense memory. Blaine still could feel adrenaline run through his veins when he thought about it. But if anyone asked him about it, he would say that it was the most amazing experience in his life. He would never forget the feeling when he held his son for the first time in his life. He was the first who could hold him. That made him incredibly happy and proud.

He was tracing the lines of his husband's face on the screen and thinking about the two first births he couldn't but think about the third one too.

*Flashback*

Four years ago…

"Okay Kurt, let's get the back to the business" Doctor Kim clapped her hands from her spot in front of Kurt's legs. Kurt was currently resting with his back pressed against Blaine's chest who was whispering sweet nothings in his ear. They were in hospital for nearly eight hours and the first baby of the twins was born exactly nineteen minutes ago. It was little girl, soft and pink and Blaine could see nurses cleaning and checking her over in the corner of the room. But it looked like her sibling just didn't want to come out. Kurt pushed and pushed but the baby was stubbornly staying inside.

"Alright on the next contraction I need you to push as hard as you can okay Kurt?" Doctor Kim said as she positioned herself.

"You can do this Baby, you already did it" Blaine said sweetly and let Kurt laid his head on his shoulder.

"Wait, wait Kurt don't push!" Doctor Kim shouted suddenly, standing up and palpating Kurt's belly.

"What's- what's wrong?" Kurt asked as he fought the urge to push.

"Your baby is in breech" She said her expression serious. "It means it's not positioned head down but by its butt" She murmured and continued to palpate Kurt's stomach. "I think it's for the best if we don't try to change its position. Don't worry everything will be alright Kurt." She smiled at him reassuringly. "Okay on the next contraction push." She patted his thigh as she sat back to work.

And it was everything alright. Exactly ten minutes later they heard the unmistakable sound of newborn baby screaming. Their son was born.

Blaine remembered how Kurt joked a few times that he was impossible to give birth without any complication or exciting situation. Blaine laughed that time too, but when he was in the bed later that night he prayed to God for calm birth. But it seemed like God really didn't listen to him.

'Lord doesn't listen to sinners' his grandmother would say. Maybe she was right. Or maybe there really wasn't any God. Blaine sighed and rubbed at his eyes. Finally he looked at the time and saw it was already 2 am. So it meant that Kurt was in the surgery for more than five hours. How come anybody didn't tell him anything yet?

'Maybe because you are not in the waiting room' little voice in his head said. With sigh Blaine picked himself up from the ground and got on the way to the waiting room. He didn't take many steps when voice behind his back stopped him.

"Oh here you are! We've been looking for you for so long!" Penny, the nice nurse who always took care of Kurt, and how he realized now, she was the one who navigated him into the waiting room and pushed the coffee and water in his hands, rushed to him.

"What's going on? How's Kurt?" He asked her his heart beating fast. She looked too serious. Actually he never saw her looking as serious as now.

"I'm sorry Blaine, but…" He didn't even let her finish, he just knew. The beating of heart beat speed up and he couldn't hear much over the blood pushing at his ears drums.

"No" He choked out, shaking his head.

"Blaine, wait!" Penny said quickly and reached for his hand but Blaine was backing away from her. And soon enough he found himself running through the hallways of the hospital. But this time, he didn't run away from reality. He ran because he needed to know the reality.

A/N: Really guys, don't kill me. I know you want, but don't.

But I hope you liked it at least a little bit.