A/N: Keep in mind that I am not a gynecologist, nor have I actually ever been to one. Whatever happens/are said in this fiction is purely a part of my imagination and what I think might happen when you visit one. Enjoy!

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Chapter Two

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"Don't be nervous," Blaine said as he placed his hand on his boyfriend's shivering knee. His rubbed his thumb up and down in a soothing way. Kurt turned his head towards the curly-haired man next to him and smiled, though his smile contained uncertainty and anxiety. A lot like the smile Blaine gave Kurt in return; they were both afraid of what the gynecologist might say.

'I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson. It looks like you're not able to get pregnant.' The doctor sitting on the small back-less stool in front of Blaine looked anything but sorry. Displeased, uncaring, but not sorry.

'W-what?' There must've been an error on those papers currently stacked in the doctor's hands. How could he be unable to conceive? That was outrageous, unheard of. Of course he was able to get pregnant, there was no other way. He was going to be a father; he'd dreamt of it his whole life. Ever since he was a small child he'd folded clothes and placed them underneath his shirt, pretending to be pregnant. He was meant to be a father!

'Sometimes, scar tissue in the lover regions of the abdomen or PID can lead to-' Blaine had to stop him.

'PID?'

'Ah yes, Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, well, sometimes these types of accidents or sexual transmitted diseases are the cause of infertility. I am sorry to be one to deliver such bad news, but the chance of you getting pregnant is less than one percent.'

Blaine was lost in the memory- he'd been here before, when he had gone to the gynecologist a few years back, before he'd met Kurt. He'd had stomach cramps, so he'd went to the doctor first, who'd sent him to the gynecologist.

He looked over towards Kurt; the older boy's head was turned towards the window. He let go of Kurt's knee and took his hand in his.

"It's going to be okay."

The silence between them had been broken. Kurt didn't move a muscle, didn't to the obvious eye react or acknowledge Blaine's statement. But the younger man knew that his boyfriend had heard him. He knew from the tightening of their entangled hands, he knew from the ever-growing vein on Kurt's neck. He knew, because he was sure that he saw a small tear find its way out of Kurt's glasz eyes and down his cheek. Kurt's mood matched the weather. It was a grey April day. A raindrop, followed by another one, smacked down upon the fragile window. Kurt was certain, that if the rain fell with a little more speed, or a little more weight, that those windows wold no longer be able to hold the rain out.

"What if it's not?" The whisper was almost not audible, but Blaine heard it. He'd been searching for any noise coming from Kurt.

Blaine sighed deeply, his thumb still rubbing Kurt's soft skin near his very own thumb. The sensitive skin where he was rubbing were turning red, but Kurt didn't seem to mind, or to care. He found the rubbing comforting. "What ever doctor Mason has to say won't change the fact that I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know," Kurt whispered. He bit his lower lip, pressing down hard. The surrounding skin whitened at the impact.

"Don't do that sweetheart." Blaine reached up, his thumb brushing his lover's lips. "Don't." Kurt let his lip go, leaving marks of teeth on his skin. He drew in several loud breath through his nose and exhaled just as loudly. The time between each breath increased, until there was little more than a second between. "Relax," Blaine finally let go of Kurt's hand, and pulled his boyfriend in close to him, his head resting on his chest. "It's going to be okay. You just wait and see."

Kurt didn't answer, not that Blaine had expected him too. This was Kurt; if he was stressed out or nervous he would crawl into his little protective shell and stay there until he deemed whatever had caused him to do so to be over. Blaine suspected that it was a survival mechanism, which had its roots in Kurt's High School years. Blaine held Kurt for a few minutes, rocking him back and forth, while humming their song.

Kurt, with closed eyes, started to slowly hum along. "Mm," he breathed. "I love this song."

"Me too." Blaine smiled.

When the sung was over and they'd hummed the last notes, Blaine still didn't let go of his boyfriend. He kept him close, knowing that it was what Kurt needed at the moment. He needed him to be there for him, to support him. "Your heart's beating really fast," Kurt muttered after a moment of silence. "Like a lot faster than normal."

They pulled away and looked into each other's eyes. "Oh."

"Are you okay?"

Blaine stared at Kurt, really observed him. "No," he whispered. "I'm not."

Kurt nodded, and this time it was him who took his boyfriend's hand in his. "It's okay to be sad. It's okay for you to be sad too. I haven't exactly been fair to you, and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Kurt."

"No, I should. I haven't been very considerate of your feelings. I've been selfish, really. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Blaine nodded. He reached up to pull a run-away curl away from his face. He secured it behind his ear. "I understand. It's been very hectic for both you and me, but for you more than anyone." He stopped and looked towards the closed-door. Behind the closed-door, down a small hallway, waited the gynecologist. Doctor Mason was a very nice woman, with several years of experience. She was a small woman, a few inches shorter than Blaine, with a mop of flame-red hair, which almost looked as if it was on fire in the sunlight. She was a small woman, yes, but in moments like these she was frankly the most terrifying woman on earth, and for one small reason only. She was the one who could tell them whether or not they would be able to become parents.

"I love you," Kurt said. He leaned in and kissed Blaine's cheek. With just a small opening of the mouth, he pressed his tongue out and touched Blaine's cheek with it, before he pulled away with the edges of his lips turned upwards.

"I love you too. You know, whatever she might tell us today, doesn't mean that you and I cannot become parents. There's always artificial insemination, surrogate. There's even adoption."

"I know," replied the oldest. His eyes caught a small boy playing in front of his pregnant mother. "It's just not the same." The boy lifted the airplane high into the air, creating small 'phew phew' noises with his mouth.

They both turned their heads towards the receptionist, when they heard their names being called out. "Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Doctor Mason is ready to see you now."

"Thank you." Blaine pulled Kurt up with him, and walked towards the door.

"You're welcome sweetheart. Just down the hall- it's the third door to the left."

Blaine nodded his thanks and opened the white door. It was a very 'doctor-like' hallway, if you asked Blaine. The floors were white linoleum, with mint green walls and photographs of the inner organs and what not hanging in row. The receptionist obviously hadn't needed to point them in the right direction: a sign saying 'Doctor Evelyn C. Mason' hung on the door. They knocked, and carefully opened the door.

Doctor Mason gave them a firm nod as they entered, waving them in with her hand. "Take a seat."

"Thank you for seeing us so quickly," Blaine added, once he and Kurt had taken a seat in the soft velour covered chairs. "I know that you usually want us to call in at least a week ahead, but it's just.." He trailed off, finding it hard to get the words out. It was a hard enough topic to discuss with Kurt, but with a not-so total stranger like doctor Mason it just seemed almost impossible. Maybe it was because she actually could give them an answer as to why it was so hard for them to get pregnant.

Doctor Mason pressed her lips, as well as her eyes, tight together and nodded in understanding. "I know that it's hard to talk about, but you have to be honest with me. Otherwise I cannot help you."

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, somehow surprised to find the other one's eyes filled with tears. Kurt gulped, feelings his hands shake in his lap; he quickly folded them together, trying to steady the shivering. "I'm not pregnant," he whispered, finally letting the tears flow. He felt Blaine put a comforting arm around his shoulder, and desperately leaned into his boyfriend's embrace, seeking a much-needed comfort.

"How long have you been trying to get pregnant?" Doctor Mason turned towards her computer and started typing.

For about a year, maybe a little less." It was Blaine who answered, staring directly at the doctor. Kurt moved a little bit with his head on his shoulder, adjusting slightly. "We've tried since late July- or I think so." He turned to Kurt, "honey?"

"Yeah, late July sounds about right. It was before you got your case."

Doctor Mason nodded and once again added a few words to the screen, with a slightly scrunched up face. Her nostrils widened to its maximum reach and her nose-bridge wrinkled, lifting her glasses just a tad. "And how often do the two of you indulge in sexual activity where penetration is included?" She turned around, reached up to remove her glasses from her nose. As she looked up, expecting an answer, she was met with two confused faces, and she quickly reformulated her question. "How often do you have sex? Would you say once a day, twice a week?"

"Multiple times a day, it seems like." Blaine dry-laughed slightly. Kurt blushed by his side, but said nothing to go against what Blaine had just said. It was the truth, after all. "But lately we haven't had as much sex as usual."

"Oh, why not?"

Blaine looked down at Kurt, quickly placing a kiss on his head before answering the doctor's question. "Kurt haven't been feeling very well, lately."

"Really?" Doctor Mason's posture changed. "Is it something recent, or?"

Kurt furrowed his brow a bit, thinking back. He wasn't exactly sure for how long he'd been feeling sick. He was therefore surprised when Blaine cut in, "eleven days."

"And how have you been feeling sick? Nausea, stomach cramps?"

"Both, actually," Kurt said, his voice wavering. "But mostly just nausea."

"Hmm, " the doctor noted, turning around and typed in the newfound information into their personal medical achieves. "And does the pain increase during sex, maybe after?" Kurt shook his head. "Any spotting?"

"None."

"Have you lost any weight during this time?"

Kurt chuckled slightly for himself. "No," he answered with a wry smile. "I actually seem to have gained weight."

"Well, at least that's a good think. I would've been concerned if you'd lost any weight. But if we are to get back to the original topic, I would like to do an ultrasound of your stomach, Kurt." A sudden struck of panic hit Kurt. An ultrasound? Why? His eyes darted around, going from the doctor, to his boyfriend and then back to doctor Mason. The gynecologist seemed to detect Kurt's disarray, and soon answered his question. "It's procedure, although I am rather concerned about the fact that you've had stomach cramps for the past two weeks."

With a bit of hesitance, Kurt got up from his chair, closely followed by his younger lover, and moved towards the examination table. "Do you want me to remove my shirt?"

"It would be the easiest for the both of us. If we don't find anything, I'd have you remove the rest of your clothes and put this gown on," she indicated towards a white blue-spotted gown hanging in the corner. Kurt looked at the small gown, instantly appalled by the hideous pattern, but the situation silenced his protests against hospital discrimination of patients. He quickly shed himself of his shirt, and climbed up on the table, helped by Blaine. "Now just lay back down, and try to keep as calm as possible."

"Will it hurt?" Kurt mumbled, his voice still small.

Doctor Mason chuckled friendly, and shook her head. "Not at all. Now, this gel," she lifted her hand as to demonstrate, "might feel a bit cool, but it's definitely painless."

"Oh."

"But it's completely harmless," as she spoke those words, she squeezed a good amount of gel out unto Kurt's stomach, rubbing it out with a plastic stick. Kurt's eyes were drawn to the stick. "This is a transducer probe; it sends out sound-waves and receives the echoes." Doctor Mason moved the transducer around for a few more seconds, before she seemed to settle down. Her eyes fixated on the screen in front of her, and so both Blaine and Kurt turned their attention to the monitor.

"What does that show you?" It was Blaine who spoke this time, anxious to know what it was that they were looking for.

Doctor Mason still moved the transducer around, but only a few inches at the time, as she answered. "This is the same ultrasound that I would use on a pregnant man or woman. It gives me the opportunity to see what's going on inside Kurt's stomach. Normally I would be looking for a baby, but right now we're looking for any possible abnormalities."

"A-abnormalities?" Kurt stammered. "Blaine!"

"Yes, cysts, tumors – anything out of the ordinary really. This is a way for us to determ-" she cut herself off mid-sentence, her expression changing drastically.

The change of mood worried Kurt; he could feel small drops of sweat forming on his forehead. "What? What is it? Is it a tumor? Is it cancer? Oh my god, I'm going to die aren't I?"

The doctor didn't answer. She moved the transducer around a bit, before she moved it back to the same spot. Her eyes widened slightly as the seconds passed by. She paused the picture on the screen, but kept the transducer firmly plastered on Kurt's gelled up stomach. "See this?" she said and pointed to small, peanut looking white spot on the screen.

Both Kurt and Blaine nodded, with Blaine murmuring "mhm, what is it?"

With a smile, doctor Manson turned towards the couple, moving the screen a bit so that the couple could get a better view. "That's an embryo," she concluded, pressing a button on the screen. A printer started somewhere in the room, but it went unheard by the two men in the room.

"An embryo?" It came out as nothing more than a mere whisper, as Kurt's eyes stayed permanently rooted on the screen.

"Yes, in fact," doctor Manson activated the screen an moved the transducer around a little bit. "I see two embryos, right he-, no wait." She moved it a little more, "Three. I definitely see three."

"Three?!"

The gynecologist was moments away from answering, when she stopped. She paused, froze, excused herself and left.

"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt said.

With a smile Blaine shook his head. He, too, was worried why she had left in such a haze, but at the moment he couldn't find himself to care. "We're going to be parents, Kurt."

That seemed to bring Kurt back into the situation. "Oh my god," he whispered, covering his mouth with a shivering hand. His hands hadn't stopped shivering since they'd entered the doctor's office. "Three babies, Blaine. Three!"

"I know baby, I know." Blaine leaned down and slapped a sloppy, wet kiss on Kurt's plum libs. He laughed into the kiss, but didn't pull away. How long they'd waited for this, and just when they thought that it was endgame for them, the most unbelievable thing happened.

Kurt grinned, tears trilling down his face for the oomph time that day. Happy tears. "I know. Wow," he turned his head back towards the screen. Blaine moved down, gathering Kurt's hands in his. "Look at them."

"They're the most beautiful babies I've ever seen!" And it was the truth. Even though there wasn't much to see, Blaine was sure that they were. How could they not, with Kurt as their father. They both turned their heads towards the door, when it was opened. The gynecologist walked in, followed by three more white-dressed people. "Doctor Mason." Blaine could barely recognize his own voice; it was wavering, a few pitches higher than usual. It didn't sound like his voice at all.

The young woman gave him a wry smile, but otherwise ignored the newly found father-to-be. She picked up the transducer, started it and moved it around. Murmuring followed, as the doctors spoke with each other. This went on for at least ten minutes, where the four of them ignored the couple in the nicest way possible. Finally, doctor Mason thanked the three men as they left, before she turned back to Kurt and Blaine. She repositioned the transducer and once she'd found her wished for spot, she spoke. "We've found more than just three embryos."

"More?"

"Yes, see?" she pointed towards the screen. "We have one, two, three, four, five over here and this small half-circle is a sixth embryo hiding behind its brother or sister."

Blaine's entire world froze. The sounds around the room, the beeping from the monitor, the squashing of the gel, seemed to be hundred of miles away. His vision whitened around the edges, and he felt slightly dazed. Six?

He found his way back, when he heard Kurt's angelic voice. "Excuse me, did you say six?"

"I did, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Six small embryos with six strong beating hearts." Suddenly Blaine tuned in on the beeping from the machine. He could detect the sound of a heartbeat. And then another one. And another one. The red-headed doctor turned towards the shocked lovers. "Congratulations. You're expecting sextuplets."

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