Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all of your reviews and "cyber rotten tomatoes" threats! :P Ahaha! That made me laugh :D

Right, FIRST: You ARE going to find out the gender in this chapter!

NOW: I had requests for both genders, and unfortunately I can't please everyone :'( So I'm so sorry if you would have preferred the other one, but I flipped a coin in the first chapter and got this one, and before all the controversy started I'd sort of warmed to it…so I'm sticking to my guns

And also, I've been thinking a lot, and if everyone comes through the birth okay, I've had some ideas for if I was to carry it on, and if I do, I sort of need the baby to be this gender so I can use them…I'm sorry, I really hope you'll keep reading even if the gender wouldn't have been your choice…

Hope you still enjoy! Xxx

Kurt quickly replenished his hair with spray in his locker, looking in the mirror placed neatly at the back of it. After setting it firmly into place once more, he found his favourite cherry chapstick and carefully applied it. It was Blaine's favourite flavour, and with them now being at the same school, Kurt made sure he was always wearing it, just in case of…emergency.

"Come on, you're worse than the girls!" Puck waited dutifully beside him-but patience was not in his nature. "By the time we get to the canteen all the good food will be gone!"

"There's actually good food in that place?" That was news to Kurt-but he felt a pang. "I feel bad making you wait for me, Puck," he murmured, trying to finish up as quickly as he could.

"No, no, you're not making me wait, I want to," he said quickly. "I wanna get you to that canteen and Blaine in one piece, then Finn is looking after you this afternoon,"

Kurt blinked in surprise. "You guys actually have a rota?"

"Yeah-I drew it up on the back of a poster for the Science club that I…may…have torn down…but hey, those guys are so smart, they probably had it memorised anyway. Yeah, Finn and I swap around shifts-in particularly deadly zones, we both walk with you," he explained.

Kurt was touched. "That's so sweet of you!" But he felt a sting of guilt…

"Yeah, definitely one of my better ideas-perhaps I should add my supreme organisation skills to my pool-cleaning business…We were hoping to get some of the other guys doing shifts too, when you tell them-Sam's pretty ripped, and Mike might look thin but he's strong-"

"Tell them?"

"Well…you're going to have to sooner or later…" Puck pointed out awkwardly. "I mean-I won't lie to you-people are totally already wondering what the hell's going on with you-sitting out from Glee club, being escorted down the halls-and not to mention-dude, you're doing a good job hiding it, but it's not exactly flat there any more," He gestured Kurt's stomach. "All I'm saying is-maybe telling them-before they guess-is a good idea,"

Artie picked at the mess of soggy vegetables that was perhaps once in a past life a curry on his tray-then threw down his fork. "Right. There's something not right here,"

"What do you mean?" Tina voiced everyone's thoughts as the Glee club members sat around their usual lunch table all turned to look at the bespectacled boy, who had a most curious expression on his face.

"Something's going on…" he said-suspiciously.

"What?" Rory's light, singing Irish tone questioned.

"Well, I don't know what-that's why I said "something"," Artie snapped, hating being interrupted while he was talking to himself.

"Hey, leave the Leprechaun alone," Brittany chimed in, playing absent-mindedly with Santana's hair. "Don't worry, Rory, I don't know what he's talking about either," she said comfortingly.

"Well, that's nothing new," Artie said scathingly.

"Now, you hold on a second there, Stubbles," Santana growled at him, rushing to Brittany's defence, even though the remark had gone right over her head. "Your legs might be out of working order already, but you mess with my girl, and soon you won't have any arms either-or any junk-"

"Okay, okay!" Quinn cut in, not wanting an argument. "Settle down. What do you mean, Artie?" she asked, turning back to him.

Artie rested his elbows on the table, leaning his head on his arched hands. He stared just above Sam's head as he thought hard. "There's something weird going on…with Kurt,"

Immediately-Rachel and Mercedes looked at each other in alarm. But before they could say anything-there was an instant flurry of agreement, sighs and exclamations and a lot of worried nodding.

"You're right," Mike agreed. "You're totally right,"

"You know, I've been thinking that for a while," Quinn put her head to one side thoughtfully.

"Do you get the feeling there's something he's not telling us?" Tina wondered aloud.

"I don't know-it's hard to notice anyone else in the choir room with me there," Sugar said in her usual, dreamy way-to which Rory very quickly and enthusiastically agreed.

"Oh come on, give the boy a break!" Mercedes cut in quickly-that little bit too deliberate and loud. "He's allowed to have his own business too, you know! Now why don't y'all quit chatting about him and keep your beaks out!"

Instantly- "Do you know something, Mercedes?"

Rachel sighed as everyone stared expectantly at the diva-who looked shocked and terrified. "Why can't you leave the lying to me?" she hissed in her ear. Then, quickly, with the air of a professional actress performing, she hurriedly turned her fellow's attention and suspicion from the trembling Mercedes. "What do you mean by weird?" she asked casually.

"Well…I don't know, really. Just…weird," Mike frowned.

"Hmm…" Everyone thought hard.

"Perhaps we need to tackle this side-ways on," Artie said, taking charge. "If there's something wrong with Kurt, we need to sort it out. Why don't we just ask Finn?"

Rachel panicked slightly, knowing Finn would sing like a canary under pressure.

"Or Blaine," coined Tina. "Kurt would tell him everything,"

"But he's less breakable," reasoned Artie. "And totally loyal to Kurt. He wouldn't tell us if Kurt didn't want us to know something,"

"Hang on-why don't we go see his father?" Quinn suggested. Everyone turned to her.

"What? That guy scares me…" Sam muttered.

"Mr Hummel's a lovely man," Tina protested. "However, "Papa Bear" is an understatement when it comes to Kurt with him,"

"Therefore-surely he might tell us?" Artie was warming to the suggestion. "He's totally in support of the Glee club-if he thought we might be able to help Kurt…and anysides, if he doesn't know about it, then isn't it our duty to tell him that there's something wrong with his son?"

There was another pause as everyone considered. "It's worth a try," Rory agreed, to much nodding as they became convinced by Artie's logic. Mercedes and Rachel exchanged nervous glances.

"We'll all go to his house after school then," Artie said decidedly.

Later that day:

"Knock then,"

"No, you knock,"

"I think you should knock, Artie-you're the reason we're here,"

"No, Kurt is the reason we're here, but Kurt can't knock,"

"Look, you knock,"

"Will someone just knock?"

"Why don't you?"

"No!"

"You should knock!"

"No, you should knock!"

To everyone's shock-the door swung open to reveal Burt Hummel, in his baseball cap and work clothes, looking half surprised and half amused. "No. I knock," he said, rapping his knuckles against the wall. He stared around at Quinn, Mike, Artie, Tina, Brittany, Santana, Rory, Sam and Sugar who all stood or sat on his doorstep, and looked bemused. "Hello," he said awkwardly. "You're the Glee club kids?"

"Y-yes," Artie wheeled forward a little, unofficially being nominated the speaker. "Good afternoon, Mr Hummel,"

"If you're looking for Finn, he's out-"

"No, Mr Hummel, it's you we wanted to see," Artie said, trying to sound as mature and businesslike as he could.

Burt stepped back a little, taken by surprise to have nine mismatched teens on his doorstep looking for him. Nevertheless-he'd been faced with stranger. "What?" He folded his arms and looked at them, listening.

"M-Mr Hummel, I do apologise if we are overstepping…" Artie began. "But…as Kurt's friends…we couldn't help but be c-concerned by his current…weird behaviour…"

Burt's eyes widened-oh crap. He knew what they were onto. But…hang on, had Kurt not told them? Weren't these guys his friends? Maybe they were not…

"Look," he began protectively. "If you want to talk to Kurt-"

"Could we?"

"Well, he's at the doctors at the moment-"

"The DOCTOR'S!"

Once again, Kurt lay on what looked like a stretched-out dentist's chair, holding Blaine's hand tightly, while Dr Mitchell set up the ultrasound machine with well-practised ease.

"Kind of nervous," he murmured to him.

"Me too," Blaine admitted.

"I just hope everything's still okay with the baby," Kurt said, biting his lip worriedly.

"And you," Blaine added, kissing his hand.

"Right," Dr Mitchell turned back to Kurt. They knew each other well now, so Kurt was more relaxed. "Shall we take a look then?" Crossing the room, she gently pulled back Kurt's t-shirt and gently applied the cold gel to the growing baby bump. "We'll be able to have a much better idea of how things are going after this, but from what I can tell, everything seems to be normal with the baby,"

Kurt smiled, relieved.

"And what about Kurt?" Blaine asked. Kurt never seemed to ask about his own health at their meetings. It was always left to Blaine.

"Well…I'm slightly less worried than I was last time-you've obviously taken on all of my advice, and your last blood sample showed you're taking in plenty of iron, which is important,"

"Yeah, my step-mother's been really good with that sort of thing. And Blaine is always on my back about not straining myself and eating right," Kurt smiled at his boyfriend.

"Good. Keep annoying him, Blaine," the doctor smiled-then looked serious again. "But I think you should definitely continue coming to see me every two weeks. As I've told you before, although obviously you're not completely typically male, this is still pretty hard on your body. There's…" She paused. "With everything going so well at the moment, it's easy to relax…but I have to say, I do worry about you, Kurt,"

They were on first-name terms now, which was nice-but Kurt looked up at these words.

"I do worry-I'm sure you're familiar with the statistics with cases of male pregnancy-you've put a hell of a lot at stake here just going through with it," Her tone was slowly becoming less and less professional as she looked him in the eyes in a motherly fashion. "This is so high-risk-there's the much higher miscarriage risk, which thankfully hasn't happened so far, not to mention the risks of complications-and to you…I really, really want you both to get through this okay," she said, looking at Kurt worriedly. "If you could both come out of this okay-and alive-I don't think I'd ever doubt my abilities as a doctor again!"

"You've been fantastic," Kurt told her.

"I know," she said, smiling jokingly-then went back to her serious, concerned manner. "I'd just like you to keep coming back to see me-so if anything goes wrong, we can find and sort it out as quickly as we can-and please always remember you can phone right away if you're worried, or anything," She gently touched Kurt's arm. "Like I said-I really want to be invited to the baby's first birthday," she smiled cheekily, and Kurt grinned back.

"You're top of the list,"

"But let's get the baby born healthy first-and get you out of this alright too," A pause-then she brightened back to her cheerful, professional manner. "Okay, shall we get this started then?"

Blaine had to say-he was pretty ill at ease with everything they'd just heard. He'd seen the statistics-he knew how much risk there was-actually, he worried about it most of the time. Reading Breaking Dawn had not helped-he could not help but envision Kurt as sick and weak and ill as Bella had been as the foetus slowly destroyed him…okay, Kurt was not carrying a little half-vampire with super strength-but it was still worrying.

He shook his head to try and get rid of the thoughts. Everything was fine now. Concentrate on that. And he hadn't enjoyed reading the Twilight saga one bit anyway…

"Right. Here you go, guys,"

On that screen-a blurry, black and white image flashed up once again.

And-once again-Kurt and Blaine's hearts both overflowed with love as they were able to see their child…

There was a perfect silence.

"Oh…wow…" Blaine's reaction was precisely the same as it had been the first time. He still couldn't put words to it. The baby looked different from the photograph from the twelve-weeks: it just looked so much like a real baby now, not alien like at all, but completely human. So perfect, and beautiful and…just…well. Some moments in life just don't need description.

"…I-I know…" Kurt whispered back breathlessly again-then they both smiled. Blaine gently kissed Kurt on the forehead.

"…Yes, everything seems to be developing normally…" Dr Mitchell took a while to double check everything, as Kurt and Blaine waited anxiously. "…No, I don't think there are any problems at all. I tell you, this is going to be one tough kid,"

"Well. It has Kurt's genes," Blaine grinned with relief.

"Speaking of "it"…I know what it is!" She smiled, and there was definite genuine excitement there. "Do you want to know, or do you want a surprise?"

Blaine looked at Kurt, who looked back. Each willed the other to say something first.

Then-simultaneously:

"Yes,"

…

"It's crazy…"

"I know, right?" Kurt leant back, head resting on Blaine's shoulder. They were sat on Kurt's bed, Blaine's back leant against the wall with Kurt sat between his legs, leaning against him comfortably. Blaine's arms were wrapped gently around Kurt's waist, as they both looked at the new black and white photo of their baby as it currently was. "Knowing,"

"We'll tell Burt and Carole and Finn what it is tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "They'll be delighted.

"Well, I certainly am," Blaine still couldn't stop smiling.

"Me too," Kurt kissed him lovingly on the cheek. "Aaaah, I'm so excited!"

"Me too!" Blaine grinned, kissing him back. "Let me guess-you're going shopping now?"

"Hell yeah!" Kurt beamed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot our child was going to be in designer diapers," Blaine grinned. Kurt flicked him playfully. "But I'm not kidding-with you in charge, this kid is going to rival the Beckham kids clothes-wise,"

"Rival? Hell, overtake!" Kurt giggled. "But, clothes aside…it's nice to know,"

"Yeah, you're right," Blaine grinned, stroking the baby bump gently.

"Still turning backflips in there," Kurt put his hands over Blaine's as the baby gave more little flutters. "This child is going to be a gymnastics world champion…It's really weird, sitting in Biology, or wherever, and feeling the little flutters and knowing…"

"Yeah…"

The two of them took a moment of silence just to savour today…

Blaine kissed his hand and gently stroked it against Kurt's baby bump-which was, now Kurt had removed his jacket and Spanx and whatever else he used to hide it and was just in his pyjamas-definitely growing bigger rapidly. Kurt was still small for about five months, but he was pretty much all in the belly; the rest of him was still pretty slender-despite what he might say.

But he looked so beautiful…Blaine could honestly say that Kurt had never looked more beautiful than he did tonight.

But then again, he'd said the same yesterday. And probably would again tomorrow.

That was it. Even now, in just his pyjamas and dear white socks, his hair still slightly damp from the shower…he still took Blaine's breath away. And as he grew more and more, gently swelling with Blaine's child…it was unfathomable how much he loved him.

"I say now…" Blaine kissed Kurt again. "I say this now. Right in this moment-I am the happiest guy in the world. I don't care what people might say-I am. With you…" He kissed him adoringly and devotedly on the lips, capturing exactly how he felt right now forever.

"With you…and our little princess,"