"This may sound like a weird question, Rachel, but do you have any pickles?"

Rachel stared at Blaine like he had grown another head. Kurt merely rolled his eyes. Now that he was expecting, Blaine was always either of food, avoiding food, or wolfing down everything within arms distance. Both Kurt and Blaine's homes had run out of pickles three days ago.

"Ummmm…"

"Op! You have chocolate. Never mind," Blaine beamed at Rachel and stepped away, humming happily as he walked to the snack table Rachel had set up in her basement.

"I have to say, Rachel," Kurt said, glancing around at the party, "This event is far less wild than your last house party. Not that I'm complaining, since your last party involved sucking face with the love of my life, but I digress…"

Rachel laughed uncomfortably. "Yeah, well… my dads are chaperoning this time." She gestured to the interracial couple standing by the door. "They thought it would be best if they supervised the alcohol intake."

"Wise choice," Kurt said.

Rachel's face took on a scary, mothering quality. "Do you need anything, Kurt?"

"Maybe some pepto bismal," Kurt joked. He could see Blaine out of the corner of his eye, scarfing down chocolate covered pretzels with unnatural relish. Kurt had the feeling Blaine would regret that once the nausea kicked back in.

But Rachel didn't seem to notice that he was joking, her face dramatically and obnoxiously concerned. "Of course you would. Tell you what; I have some organic rice cakes upstairs. Don't move a muscle, Kurt!"

Yeah, with that look in her eyes, Kurt didn't plan on being there when she got back.

The other New Directions members gave Kurt a wide berth as he danced across Rachel's basement. He swayed to the music, occasionally making small talk with Mike, who never left his side, until Tina lured him upstairs for a torrid make out session.

It was twenty minutes into the party that Kurt reached for his first wine cooler.

"Hey!"

Kurt looked down to see Artie frantically flagging for his attention. Artie shouted something. "What?" Kurt leaned down to hear him better, and Artie snatched the wine cooler from his hands. "Hey!"

"You should be thanking me," Artie said. "I can't believe you were going to drink that."

"Why not?" Kurt called back. Artie's eyes widened.

"Kurt, you're not a kid anymore! You're a baby-daddy now; do you really think this poison should be going into your body? Think of little Kurtina!"

"… I guess you're right," Kurt said, thinking of his boyfriend and their future child. Blaine was giving up alcohol, why shouldn't he? Kurt smiled. "Thanks, Artie."

"Hey, it's no big. But I can't really drink this; I'm supposed to help Brittany find her way home after the party…" Artie's eyes lit up, and he spun around, tossing the bottle at the couch where Blaine was sitting with an offhand, "Hey, Blaine, you like booze!"

Blaine caught the bottle out of instinct more than anything. He stared at the label for a long moment, slowly set it on the coffee table, glared viciously at the back of Artie's head, and went back to chatting with Quinn. Artie rolled after Brittany, satisfied at a job well done.

Kurt shook his head, opting to go and join Blaine and Quinn.

"I used to love the name Rachel for a girl," Quinn glanced up at where Rachel and Finn were sucking face in the corner and sighed, "Now I think I'll stick with Johanna."

"Yeah, Kurt really likes Elizabeth, but I'm still not sold on the idea," Blaine said. "It's so, old queen of England, you know? I like the name Athena, but Kurt wants something more traditional. I know we're naming the baby Toronto if it turns out to be a boy, but girl names are so hard to – Hi, Kurt!"

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt bounced on his heels before settling in beside them. Quinn watched the two of them grin at each other like fools and smiled, quietly excusing herself. Kurt barely noticed, "You're beautiful."

Blaine blushed, "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Don't argue with me." Kurt pressed a kiss against Blaine's forehead.

Blaine looked across the basement to where Mr. and Mr. Berry stood, subtly holding hands and smiling at each other. "Do you think we'll be like that someday? Together, with kids and a home?"

"I do," Kurt said. "Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?" Blaine popped another chocolate covered pretzel in his mouth.

"We're never calling our daughter Kurtina."