10 weeks later…

"Come on, you can do it. Say Daddy," Blaine said as he sat next to Devon on the floor. The almost two-year-old giggled and reached for the block Blaine was holding.

"Bock."

Blaine sighed, then leaned down to give his son the block, who took it happily and started to chew on it's corner. Kurt came around the corner and kneeled beside his two favorite people.

"Papa," Devon said as he held out his block.

"For me?" Kurt asked, as though he was offered a five-carat diamond ring. Devon held it closer to him and Kurt took it, holding it close to his chest. "Thank you, Baby."

The timer went off in the kitchen. Kurt jumped back up and ran to the stove where a pot of soup was sitting. He stirred it a few times before taking it and pouring it into the bowl on the counter beside him. He grabbed a spoon and walked over to the couch where his father had fallen asleep watching football. After a few shakes, Burt groaned and cracked his neck before opening his eyes.

"Hey, I didn't want to wake you, but your soup is ready," Kurt said as he held the bowl out.

"Thanks," Burt whispered. He grabbed the bowl and slowly adjusted himself to a sitting position.

"Do you think you'll want to take a walk later?" he asked. Burt had a much harder time healing than Blaine did. After they got out of the hospital, Blaine took well to his physical therapy and his wounds healed quickly. He had an appointment in a few weeks to get his prosthetic fitted.

His father was the opposite. Bones that should've taken weeks to heal, took months and some days he didn't have enough energy to get off the couch.

"Sure, only around the block, though."

"Kurt, could you help me up?" Blaine asked. Kurt walked over and helped him stand, then handed him his crutch. "Thanks," he said, then hopped away.

"Alright, little fella," Kurt said as he noticed Henry rubbing his eyes, "It looks like its time for a nap." He picked him up, ignoring the weird gas he felt as he leaned down, and carried him to his room.

He sat Henry in his crib and felt the weird gas bubbles in his stomach again. After he placed the blanket on his son and brushed his hand through his hair a few times, he went over to the bed and sat down. He took a few deep breaths as he tried to get rid of the weird feeling filling his stomach. He brushed his hand down his oversized sweatshirt until he reached his small bump. At sixteen weeks, he was definitely growing, and he hoped whatever was happening in his stomach was not affecting his baby.

He tried to fight his anxiety but being pregnant was making him crazy and he needed to be sure things were okay. He ran over to his computer and searched what could be causing the weird bubbles, when he got to an article about being sixteen weeks pregnant. It said some parents can feel the baby move as early as fourteen weeks and it usually feels like a flutter or bubbles.

Kurt placed his hand over his mouth. There was nothing wrong with him, his baby was moving. He placed his hand back on his stomach and brushed his thumb down it slowly.

"Hey there. It's your daddy. I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner you were trying to introduce yourself. Its crazy to know how big you've gotten in there. You used to be so tiny you could barely be seen on an ultrasound, but now you're becoming quite big, if my waistline is anything to go by. I hope you know, that just because I haven't told Blaine about you, doesn't mean I'm ashamed of you. I love you."

A knock came from the door, interrupting his speech. "Hey, Kurt. I helped your dad get ready for your walk."

Kurt resituated his sweatshirt, so it covered his bump, then opened the door. "Thanks. Henry's already down, so you can have some peace and quiet."

Blaine gave him a mischievous smirk. "And maybe after we can have some alone time?"

Kurt kissed him and held on for a moment before moving away and helping his father get off the couch. Every moment he had with Blaine he made sure to cherish, because he knew that the moment he told him the truth, that he was carrying another man's baby, it would all end. The fairytale life he'd dreamed of having, would be over.

10 weeks ago…

"Alright, here he is," Kurt said as he walked into the room with Henry on his side.

Immediately Blaine's eyes filled with tears. Kurt placed him on the side of the bed and sat in the chair next to it.

"Look honey, this is your other daddy. He's gone through a lot to be with us, so make sure you give him your biggest smile okay," Kurt said as he tickled Henry's tummy.

"Hey Henry. It's nice to meet you." He held out his hand and waited until Henry made a movement, not wanting to scare him by moving to fast. Instead of giving him a high-five, he laid his head on Blaine's lap.

"He's pretty tired. It's usually his nap time right now," Kurt explained as he wiggled Henry's foot to keep him awake. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's to stop him.

"No, I don't need him to be awake. I just want him here with me." He rubbed Kurt's arm. "I just want you both to be with me."

He took the hand that wasn't holding Kurt's and placed it on Henry's back. "He's beautiful and he looks so happy and healthy. I always knew you'd be an amazing father."

Kurt huffed. "Well, I try, but some days when I've been working, going to classes, and then coming home to his little tears, I just have to turn on Paw Patrol even though all the parenting website and books say tv under two is a big no no."

"You're perfect." They stayed in silence for a while, until Henry woke up demanding to be fed. Kurt gathered the winey toddler back in his arms and left with the promise to try his best to come back later.

"Kurt don't worry if you can't come back tonight. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives." Blaine promised and his smile felt like a stab to the chest as he remembered the secret he was keeping deep in his belly.

Present day…

Kurt helped Burt back into the apartment an hour later, and smiled when he saw Blaine at the stove, moving around vegetables in a pan, Henry sitting on the counter.

"And this is a carrot. Can you say carrot?" Blaine asked.

"Caro," said Henry.

"Close enough," He said and leaned down to give him a kiss on his curly hair. That's when he noticed Burt and Kurt at the door. "Oh, hey guys. I was just making some dinner. Henry is such a good helper. Isn't that right? Are you daddy's little helper?"

"Hepa," he squealed. Kurt couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. He loved the picture in front of him, but because the child inside of him, he felt he was living a lie. After he helped Burt back to the couch he ran to his room, tears filling his eyes. He laid on the bed and faced away from the door.

A few moments later he heard the creak of the floorboard as a crutch leaned into it.

"You looked a little upset." Kurt didn't look up, so Blaine hopped over to Kurt's side of the bed and sat beside him. He placed his hand on his thigh. "I left Henry with Burt so we could talk."

Kurt shoved his face into his pillow. "You're going to hate me Blaine."

Blaine scooted closer and turned Kurt's chin, so it was facing his own. "Hey, I could never, ever hate you."

"But I've been lying to you about something important."

Blaine brushed his finger against Kurt's cheek. "Is it that you're pregnant?"

Kurt shot up. "You know?" Blaine nodded. "How do you know?"

Blaine shrugged. "I put it all together. Ever since we got back from the hospital, you've been distant, but I wasn't going to say anything. I was just so happy to be with you again. But then the morning sickness and you started wearing baggy clothing. I also might have found your ultrasound in your bag."

Kurt looked away. "So, I guess you're going to leave now. I fully understand if you do."

"Hey, hey, hey, is that what you think of me?" Blaine asked, hurt.

Kurt turned back to him. "No, I just figured since you knew I'd been with someone else and I'm having someone else's baby, that you wouldn't want to be a part of all this, all this mess." The tears rolled down Kurt's cheeks as he started to hyperventilate.

Blaine took Kurt's head into his hands. "Breathe, okay. Breathe in and out, just like you taught me."

5 weeks ago…

He'd been tossing and turning every night for the past week. Kurt didn't want to wake him, but it was taking a toll on his body and being pregnant, among the other things he had to do, were not easy, especially when running on barely any sleep.

"Blaine," Kurt said as he gently pushed his shoulder.

"No, no, no," Blaine whispered.

Kurt leaned over and saw the distressed look on his face. "Blaine?"

"No, I just want to go home. Please just let me go home. I won't tell anyone, I promise." Kurt froze. He shook him harder.

"Blaine come on. It's just a dream."

He started to raise his voice as he clung tightly to his pillow. "No, I need to go home. Please don't hurt me."

"Blaine wake up," Kurt said, tears rolling down his face onto Blaine's stubbled cheek.

"AHHHHH," he screamed as he jumped up and waved his arms around, searching for a light. Kurt rolled over and turned his bedside lamp on, then rolled back over and curled his body around Blaine's.

"It's over. It's all over. You're home, Blaine. You're home with me and your son, and we're all safe."

Blaine couldn't hear him over the sound of his own beating heart. He stared at the wall in front of him as he held the comforter tightly in his grasp.

Kurt rubbed slow circles on his back and whispered, "Breathe in and out. In and out." Blaine didn't follow. "Come on Blaine, in and out," Kurt said forcefully over and over until Blaine listened. He calmed down his breathing until he was able to lie down. Kurt laid next to him, his arm across his chest.

"You did so good, Honey," Kurt said, but Blaine huffed.

"I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not," Kurt assured him. "But, if these dreams are this bad, maybe you should talk to someone?"

Present day…

After that meltdown, Blaine started seeing a psychologist, who diagnosed him with PTSD. He was given ideas to help him cope and had been doing better, little by little.

"Kurt, I want to be with you, and I want to be a part of your family, and now that family includes this little guy or girl." He placed his hand on Kurt's stomach. "How far along are you?"

"Sixteen weeks."

"Wow, sixteen weeks. That's like almost halfway, right?" Kurt nodded. "I'm guessing the other father isn't going to be involved?" Kurt nodded again. "Well, I'd be more than happy to have another baby. Though I'm sure it will be loud and crazy, I'm going to love every second of it, because we get to do it together. That is, if you'll have me?"

Kurt threw his arms around him and pulled him tight. "Of course. I would never want to be with anything else. This was all a big mistake. I was missing you, Henry just had his first birthday, I-"

"-Kurt you don't have to explain anything to me. You thought I was, well gone and I wasn't coming back. I would've been crazy to think you'd be by yourself the whole time."

Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's, and they leaned back onto the bed. For the first time in over two years, Kurt was able to be with the man he loved. Burt took care of Henry for the rest of the night.