Just a little bit of fluff mixed with a smidge of gossipy-ness as the picnic winds down. Enjoy!

Saturday afternoon, Lima City Park

It was one of those absolutely beautiful, picture-perfect fall days, where the sky was blue, the sun was shining and temperature just right. The time spent together was just as pleasant. They ate lunch, talked and laughed and nearly all of them took a turn keeping Tracy entertained. Everyone had their chance to hold baby JJ, Mercedes internally cursing her traitorous heart as it flip-flopped in her chest at the sight of Sam cradling the infant, grinning at her over the baby's head.

"She's so calm," he said to Mercedes. "Like, just super chill, no fussing even as she's been passed around to all of us. How is that possible when you look at who her parents are?"

Mercedes laughed and repeated the phrase she'd said to Kurt earlier in the day. "I don't know – genetics are weird. Maybe somehow her DNA already knows she's going to have to be the calm in their storm."

"Maybe."

"What are you guys all wearing to this thing tonight?" Rachel asked.

"I cannot believe they're recreating Brittany's insane dino-prom theme," Kurt said, shaking his head.

"But we don't have to dress like it's prom, right?" Mercedes asked. "Because I am not busting out promwear for this, even if I had actually packed any, which I didn't."

"Well, I'm certainly not doing that," Quinn said with a laugh, gesturing at her belly. "A regular dress and some leggings are pretty much my only options right now, so that's what they're getting."

"That's kind of what I was thinking too," Mercedes agreed and Rachel nodded.

"That sounds good to me too."

At that moment, JJ apparently hit her limit for the afternoon and began to fuss.

"I didn't do anything," Sam said in alarm and Rachel laughed as he passed the baby to Mercedes to hand to Quinn to hand to Rachel.

"No, you didn't," she assured him, seeing how JJ's mouth was moving. "She's just getting hungry. We should head back to my dad's now anyway – she'll want to eat and then she can nap and hopefully still be asleep when we head out." She stood up and started getting JJ strapped back into her carrier.

Quinn stifled a yawn. "A nap sounds good to me too – I swear I don't remember being this tired the last time I was pregnant."

"Well –" Kurt started to say and Quinn pointed her finger at him across the table.

"Do NOT say it's because I was a teenager then."

"I was only going to say you were a lot younger, is all," Kurt said innocently and Quinn laughed, looking around at the whole group at the table.

"Oh, I love you guys," she said as she got up and Ty followed her lead. "We'll see y'all in a little bit."

Rachel had JJ secured by this time and goodbyes were said all around as she and Jesse walked out with the other couple.

"Bye, baby," Tracy said from her current spot on Blaine's lap before suddenly jumping down and crawling under the table and popping up in between Sam and Mercedes.

"Well, hi, kiddo!" Mercedes said. "What are you doing?"

Tracy pointed away from the picnic shelter. "Buh-fly," she said.

Mercedes looked at Sam and then across the table at Tracy's fathers – all three men shrugged - before looking back at Tracy. "What, sweetie?"

"Muh-say – buh-fly!" Tracy said, patting Mercedes's knee and pointing out into the park again.

"Okay, I get that the first part was an attempt at my name, but –"

"Oh!" Kurt said suddenly. "Butterfly! She wants to go back over to the butterfly garden area over there."

"Oh, okay," Mercedes said with a laugh. "C'mon, let's go look at butterflies," she said as she stood up and reached for Tracy's hand.

Tracy smiled up at her and took her hand, then reached out with her other hand to tug at Sam's jeans. "Unk Sam go too."

"Of course!" Sam stood up and took Tracy's other hand. Swinging her between them, the three set off to the butterfly garden.

Kurt looked at his husband and pointed at their friends as they walked away. "I'm calling it now - she will be pregnant before the year is over, you just wait."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't know, Sam said they weren't sure about kids yet and would probably wait a few years," he replied uncertainly.

"Yeah, Mercedes said the same thing, but did you see their faces every time the other one was holding the baby or playing with Tracy? Looked like their insides were turning to mush." He pointed at the trio again. "And look – they cannot keep their hands off each other." They were only halfway to the garden, but Sam had swung Tracy up on his right hip and was holding Mercedes's hand with his left hand.

Blaine laughed. "I hope they can while they're responsible for our child," he joked and Kurt laughed, bumping his shoulder against Blaine's.

"I didn't mean that in a dirty way. Just that if they're near each other, they're touching. It's a good sign really. Shows connectedness."

Blaine nodded, scooting closer to Kurt on the picnic bench so that their legs were touching. "Like this, you mean?"

"Exactly," Kurt grinned.

"I am really happy for them," Blaine said. "I know Sam said they had been talking more in the last year or two and as far as I know, he stopped dating anyone else like a year ago, but I didn't realize how serious things were. I get the feeling that in a lot of ways they were a long-distance couple without officially being a long-distance couple, if that makes sense."

Kurt nodded slowly. "It does, actually."

The two men fell silent, smiling as they watched their friends with their daughter, standing up and starting to pack their things up as they saw the trio heading back towards them, Mercedes carrying Tracy this time, until they got close to the shelter and she squirmed to be let down. Mercedes set her down and she ran to her fathers, squealing with laughter, where Blaine caught her and swung her in the air.

"You've had a great day, haven't you, Trace?" he said and she nodded, wrapping her pudgy little arms around her daddy's neck. "Ready to go to Gigi's?" he asked and she nodded again, resting her head on his shoulder. He glanced at Kurt and grinned. "Ah, now I see it – the insides turning to mush look, but on your face," he teased quietly and Kurt just rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," Kurt said, "so we're taking her to Blaine's mom for the night and then we'll meet up with you in a little bit, okay?" He glanced at Tracy in Blaine's arms again, her eyelids fluttering as she fought sleep. "Hopefully, she'll nap on the way there and it won't be miserable for Pam."

"That angel? Making things miserable?" Sam said in a mock-shocked tone. "Never."

"You'd be surprised," Kurt replied with a laugh. "Alright, we'll see you guys later!"