Blaine's face lit up like the ball in Times Square on New Year's. "Please," he breathed out, eagerly holding out his arms. The nurse set the baby gently in his outstretched arms, and it was like a switch flipped in Blaine. His entire demeanor switched from "Hey, babies are cool!" to full on "I will kill anyone in my path that tries to harm even one tiny hair on your head" protector mode.
"Hey there, buddy! I'm your daddy, and I love you already. See him over there? That's Kurt, your other daddy. But we're not going to call him Daddy - it'll confuse you and I called dibs. We'll see if he wants to be called Dad or Papa or whatever else, but I'm Daddy. I don't know what we're going to call you yet - you don't look like a Taylor or a Jordan but as soon as Papa Kurt gets a chance to look at you we'll figure it out - "
"Shit, I can't get this bleeding to stop," Blaine heard the doctor say. He immediately whipped his head around in concern. Dr. Hansen was performing a little "maintenance" (as she called it) on Kurt, but she was frowning. "Nurse, please prep him for the OR - I'm going to try one more thing, but if I can't stop the bleeding, we're going to have to get him in there before he hemorrhages."
Panicking, Blaine practically shoved his son back into the arms of the nurse who had handed him to him in the first place. "Kurt?" he asked, his voice cracking in distress. "Doctor, what - "
She held up her hand to stop him. "It's okay, Blaine. We've got him. Don't worry."
Don't worry, she says, what the fuck does she think I'm gonna do?
He went to Kurt. "How are you feeling, baby?"
Kurt's face was ashen. "I'm kinda weak, but I'll be okay. How's the baby?"
"Oh god, Kurt, he's absolutely beautiful. He's already got some hair, and it's your coloring, and so far, no hints of the Anderson family curls. Here's hoping!" he babbled on, taking Kurt's mind off the doctor working between his legs.
"Blaine, can I - " His voice caught and he had to swallow before he could continue speaking. "Can I have something to drink?"
"Yeah, honey," Blaine said, looking for the pitcher of water that had been there before. He poured a cup and began to hand it to Kurt, but the nurse swooped in and snatched it from Blaine's hand before Kurt could even touch it.
"Not yet, boys," she said. "If we have to take Kurt into surgery, we're not going to want him to have anything before he goes in."
"Surgery?" Kurt whimpered, looking at Blaine with a terrified look on his face.
Blaine looked pleadingly at the nurse. "Why surgery?"
Just then, Dr. Hansen grabbed the cup of water from the nurse and handed it to Kurt. "It's okay. We're good. I found the spot that was still bleeding and patched it up - good as new!"
Kurt gulped the water greedily, and Blaine sighed with relief. "That's good. You had me scared for a minute. Everything is okay, now?"
Dr. Hansen caught onto what Blaine was really asking. "It's fine, Blaine. No damage. As soon as he heals, he'll be all ready for round two!" she joked.
"NO!" Kurt roared, causing Blaine and Dr. Hansen to burst out into laughter at the look of horror on Kurt's face.
Dr. Hansen whispered in Blaine's ear. "Don't worry - once they forget the pain of childbirth, they're usually much more receptive to the idea of more."
Kurt's outburst did more than just amuse the doctor and Blaine - it woke the reason they were there in the first place.
"I do believe this little guy is ready to bond with his daddies," said the nurse who had been holding him ever since Blaine had thrust him in her arms earlier. "He might appreciate a bite to eat, too."
"Oh my god, please... give him here!" Kurt begged, making a grabby hands gesture. She gently placed the baby in his eagerly outstretched arms and Kurt snuggled him, immediately developing tunnel vision. He truly only had eyes for the little boy.
"Here, I'll give this to you since I doubt he even knows I'm here," the nurse addressed Blaine, handing him a small bottle filled with formula. Even then, it took a few moments for Blaine to tear his eyes away from the sight of his boyfriend and his son bonding. When Blaine had taken the bottle, the nurse left the room to allow the new family privacy to get to know each other.
The baby's little mouth began rooting around on Kurt's chest, looking for something. "Oh honey, you're not going to find anything there." Blaine jumped up and passed him the bottle that he had just received, and the hungry child calmed down as he began to eat.
The two men watched as their baby ate his first meal in the outside world. Blaine broke the silence. "So... we never really did discuss it. What should we name this little guy?"
"Oh, I'm sure whatever you choose will be fine." Kurt brushed off the question.
"Don't give me that, Kurt," Blaine said with a little bit of frustration. "You're his father, too, and you have every right to help me name him. And I KNOW you have some opinions."
"Well, I do like the name Noel. And Ian."
Blaine mulled over the choices in his head for a few moments. "I like them."
"Noel Ian Anderson," Kurt said, testing out the names. "Hmm, doesn't really flow. Ian Noel Anderson? It sounds better that way, but I like Noel first."
"Hummel-Anderson. It sounds better when we put your name first. Noel Ian Hummel-Anderson."
Kurt looked pained. "Blaine, we should really keep my name out of this. We wouldn't want to confuse him later if this relationship doesn't work."
"If? Kurt, has something happened to make you think that we're going to break up any time soon?"
"Well, no, but - "
"Are you not invested in this like I am?"
"God, no, it's not that at all. Of course I'm invested, I love you! It's just -"
"Then Kurt, what is it going to take for me to convince you that we're going to be just fine?"
"I just - I'm just not used to anyone wanting me around, okay? People just want me for a purpose, and then when that purpose is served, they just leave. My purpose for being here was to carry a baby for you, and now I have! And now that you've gotten what you wanted, I'm terrified you're going to leave me like everyone else does!"
Kurt burst out into tears and was shaking so hard that Blaine was scared he would drop the baby. Blaine scooped Noel (last name still in question) out of Kurt's arms and crossed the room, placing him gently in the bassinet that the nurses had left there. Noel was a little peeved that he was no longer in someone's warm embrace, but it had to be done; Kurt had to come first right now.
Blaine returned to Kurt's bedside and gathered up his still-IV'ed hand in both of his.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm a terrible boyfriend..."
A/N: Just a little of my own birth experience in there for a bit o'realism. I was about thirty seconds away from being hauled off to the OR myself. And since I'm shit with coming up with names, I took a few from Chris' upcoming film about Noel Coward that he'll be starring in with Sir Ian McKellen.