Well everyone, we've reached the end! I am sorry that I didn't write a wedding or proposal drabble (YET!). If I do, I will be adding it on to this, just give me some time, I'm currently kind of wedding-ed out at present, as I am maid of honor for 3 right now, but I'll try! So we have some parental!Klaine for today. Thank you all for sticking with me for this long! It's been a ride, and all of your reviews/favorites/alerts have meant the world to me. :)
For wedding Klaine, I used something I wrote a while ago, called "A Wedding Song"-it's on my profile, so if you absolutely must have wedding Klaine, hit that up! :)
"Blaine! Eyes on the road," Kurt shouted as Blaine wove in and out of traffic. "I would like to meet my new offspring alive, if you please."
"We're gonna be dads, I can't believe it! We're gonna be dads, Kurt! Do you know what this means?" Blaine said, looking at Kurt.
"I'm sure I'll have a better idea of it if you don't send us headlong into a guardrail," Kurt said, clutching the dashboard. "EYES ON THE ROAD!" He screamed as Blaine narrowly avoided hitting another car.
"How are you so calm? What if the baby doesn't like us? What if I turn into my dad? Oh my god, the baby's going to hate me! I can't do-"
"Blaine!" Kurt interrupted. "First of all, I am screaming on the inside, believe me. Secondly, the baby will love us, it is a baby, they love anyone who feeds them. To continue, you are not your father, and the baby won't hate you. Now keep your eyes on the road, or we will have a baby without parents who looks a hell of a lot like one of us."
"Okay, okay," Blaine said, actually bothering to use a turn signal to change lanes. "This-well, this means it's all real. We'll actually be dads, so this is all real."
"Our fabulously decorated nursery would beg to differ about how this is the thing that makes this real, but yes, we're going to be fathers," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand and squeezing it. "And you know what? There's nobody I'd rather be doing this with."
"She's definitely yours," Blaine said as he looked in awe at the little girl nestled in his arms. "She has your eyes."
"A lot of babies are born with blue eyes," Kurt replied as he held out a finger for her to grab. "She has quite the head of hair, I don't know if you've noticed."
"That could always be Rachel's contribution," Blaine said, then looked up to meet Kurt's eyes. "We're dads, Kurt."
"I know," Kurt replied, tears in his eyes. "I honestly thought that I'd never-"
"Me neither," Blaine said, still holding his gaze.
Kurt crossed behind Blaine and hooked his chin on Blaine's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. "So, is this the next great adventure?"
"You better believe it," Blaine replied, turning his head so he could peck Kurt's lips. Kurt hugged him closer as they both gazed at their daughter.
"Hey dudes!" Finn burst in the door of the nursery, champagne in hand. "I got us champagne and some cigars so we can celebrate…I also have a couple of special guests-"
"Hey kiddo," Burt said as he and Carole entered the room.
"Dad! What are you doing here?" Kurt asked as he let go of Blaine and went over to hug his dad. "She was just born yesterday; we weren't expecting you until next week!"
"Well, you only get to meet your first granddaughter once," Burt laughed. "And have we decided on a name for her yet?"
"Autumn Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson," Blaine answered as he rocked her in his arms.
"She's precious," Carole said as Autumn gave a small yawn, burrowing into Blaine's arms.
"You never said any of my kids were precious!" Finn said indignantly as he set down the champagne and pulled a few cigars out of his pocket.
"Well Finn, your kids unfortunately inherited far too many of Rachel's genes, and screamed from the time they were born," Kurt retorted. "Autumn has been-"
Kurt was cut off by a wailing noise coming from Blaine's arms.
"You spoke too soon," Burt laughed, slapping Kurt on the shoulder. "You gotta remember that she has some of Rachel's genes too."
"What do I do?" Blaine asked, looking around helplessly. "Oh my god, Kurt, we're totally unprepared, I can barely-"
"Blaine, honey," Carole interrupted, "just calm down. Try rocking in the chair over there, and sing to her, Finn used to like that."
Blaine sat down carefully in the rocking chair, careful not to jostle Autumn. He started to rock and hum, and within a couple of minutes Autumn was fast asleep.
"You're a miracle worker, Carole," Blaine sighed.
"Nope, I've just been through this," Carole laughed. "How's Rachel doing?"
"She said it was a lot easier than when we had Brian and James," Finn laughed.
"So, when do you get to take her home?" Burt asked, looking towards Autumn and Blaine.
"Tonight," Blaine breathed, running his fingers over Autumn's sleeping features.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Kurt said as he knelt in front of Blaine, grabbing his free hand.
"We should go," Carole whispered to Finn and Burt.
"Why?" Finn asked. "We didn't even get to crack the champagne yet!"
"I think the new parents need some time alone," Burt said, shoving Finn out of the nursery.
"She's coming home with us," Blaine said. "Oh my god, what are we going to do? What if I screw up? What if we-"
"Shh," Kurt said, smiling as he pressed a finger to Blaine's lips. "We'll be fine-we've read every parenting book we could get our hands on, plus we have my parents nearby, and for everything else, there's Google."
Blaine kissed Kurt's finger, then took his hand as he looked down at Autumn. "So, Miss Autumn, are you ready to go home with us? Your daddy and I set you up a beautiful nursery. We love you so much."
"Come on," Kurt said, standing gesturing for Blaine to come along. "It's time to go home."