A/N: Once again I would like to reach out to a guest reviewer – chloeskye; I am open for name ideas, although I do have a few ideas. And don't worry – Elisabeth and Ellie are not on the list. Their middle names, though, are ALL figured out, since Kurt is naming them after certain people (not any of the Glee-kids either), but sure – if you've got a couple of names, please don't hesitate to throw them in a review. Who knows, maybe I like them better than the ones I've got on the list! This is a bit of a filler – I'm sorry. Enjoy!

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7 weeks

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Chapter Four

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Blaine swallowed a bit of saliva, before he rose from his chair. He could feel his heart thump against his ribcage, almost painfully so. A quick glance to his left, and he could see his father give him a curt nod to continue on.

"Thank you your honor," he acknowledge and turned to the rest of the jury with his hands folded in front of him. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, your honor, my name is Blaine Devon Hummel-Anderson and I, along my co-partner Anthony Cooper Anderson the second, are here to defend Mr. Benton against the untrue accusations which has been placed upon him. We'll do so by explaining the events which occurred on this particular day and by the use of evidence, or as the defense has chosen to call it, the anti-evidence."

He took a deep breath, walked around the chairs, one which his brother sat on and took stand before the jury. "

We're going to give you the real event which took place January 27th, 2012. My client, Mr. Benton, was at a meeting starting at exactly eleven-zero-zero a.m and lasted until three-twenty-seven p.m. Of course, you say, this gives him plenty of time to drive home from his office, which is two hours away from his home in East Manhattan and take the life of Alice Marie Benton. The late Mrs. Benton was murdered at approximately seven-zero-three p.m., stabbed twenty-seven times with a common filet-knife or a knife of same structure. Mr. Smythe has already gone through every single stab in details, so I won't go into further details regarding the stab-wounds. However, what has been neglected in this case is the fact that Mr. Benton did not drive home to his wife immediately after the meeting. Instead, he had an affair with a miss Celine Rose Johnson and the-"

"Objection, your honor," Sebastian Smythe cried out as he too rose from his seat, with his hand on his tie, straightening it ever so slightly. "We've been in contact with Miss Johnson, and although she confess to knowing accused, she has dismissed the alleged affair. We have this on paper, your honor." He gave Blaine a sly smile.

The judge turned to Blaine. "Mr. Hummel-Anderson, if you have no real point with the alleged affair, I'd have to overlook this part of your defense."

"I have a point, your honor."

Judge Alastair nodded, and sat back in his chair. "Overruled, Mr. Smythe. Please continue Mr. Hummel-Anderson."

"Thank you, your honor." Blaine licked his lips, slightly put out from the objection coming from Sebastian. Once again he turned towards the jury, knowing that it was them that he needed to persuade. "Miss Johnson and my client had an affair. Fact. They were in love. In fact, my client was about to divorce his wife, the late Mrs. Benton, before she was murdered. They were in love, still is, which is why Miss Johnson has chosen to stand up for the first time and confirm to you," he nodded towards the judge, "your honor and to you, ladies and gentlemen, that my client is innocent of all charges."

Once again Sebastian rose, this time with fury in his eyes, and perhaps a small spark of fear. "Objection, your honor. This wasn't on the defense's witness list this morning."

"Overruled, Mr. Smythe. Please, Mr. Hummel-Anderson, bring forth your witness."

Blaine nodded for the guards to open the door and retrieve his witness. He could hear the gasps from the audience as Celine walked through the doors with a confident strut. Blaine could see why an old man like Mr. Benton would fall in love with her. She was beautiful, and from the small conversation he'd had with her, she was a smart woman as well. She neared the end of the small pathway, and walked through the lowered swing-door, which separated the audience from the rest of the courtroom.

"Take a seat, Miss Johnson," the judge said and pointed to the elevated witness stand next to him. Celine did so; once there she placed her hand on the Bible and swore in front of God, judge and every man that she would tell the truth and nothing but the truth. She took a seat and exhaled silently. "Defense, it's your witness."

Blaine gave a small acknowledging nod, followed by a 'thank you, your honor,' before he walked over towards the secretary. "Miss Johnson, please state your relationship with the accused."

The young woman answered with a soft-spoken voice. "Gunther Benton is my fiancé."

"Could you point him out with a description as well?" Blaine cleared.

"Of course," she lifted her right hand and pointed at Blaine's client, much to his relief. "That's him. He's wearing a blue suit with a red tie. I gave him that one," she added with a smile.

Blaine grinned, "thank you Miss Johnson. Now, you are Mr. Benton's mistress?"

"No. I am his fiancé."

"But you were his mistress at the time of the murder?" She nodded. "Could you please speak out the words?"

"Yes," she said, her voice a little strained. "I was his mistress."

"When did the affair begin?"

"It's hard to say, actually," Celine said with a light chuckle. "I fell in love with him on the first day, really. I don't think it was the same for him. I mean, he was a married man, with kids none the less. I think he was confused really. But our affair started a few months before the, ehm. Before all this happened. November 15th, to be precise."

Blaine nodded, feeling ever so smug at the moment. He'd surprised Sebastian; it had been a last minute call which had changed Celine's mind about going. "Now, were you or were you not with the accused, Mr. Benton, on the night of the murder."

Celine looked over towards the old man, her eyes sad with unshed tears. "I was," she whispered.

"What were you two doing?"

"We made love. He came with me to my apartment after his meeting. We made love, but he told me that it had to be a quick one."

"Why?"

She sniffled. "Because he was going to tell his wife about us. He was going to divorce her, and be with me instead."

"I see," Blaine said nodding. "And when did he leave?"

"I don't know, really. He sent me a text once he'd left the apartment."

Blaine nodded and turned towards the jury. "I've personally seen this text message, and it was sent at six-forty-one p.m., twenty-two minutes before the murder occurred. Photographs of the phone has been placed in the case-folder, and the cell phone has been through technical investigations. It has not been tampered with. Now, the drive from Miss Johnson's apartment is almost the same length as the drive from his office, that is two hours. This puts the accused at a different spot at the time of the murder. My client couldn't possible be the one murdering his wife, as he was with his lover, Miss Johnson." He turned back towards the witness, feeling ever so confident, and continued his interrogation.

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Kurt shifted uncomfortably in the green plastic chairs in the hallway. He placed his left leg upon his right one to stop his legs from bobbing up and down, but it didn't seem to have any effect. With a nervous glance he looked for his boyfriend. He didn't know why he was so nervous; he kept switching between biting his lip and biting his fingernails. Maybe it was because of the check-up; their last one had gone mildly bad. Kurt had decided on 'mildly bad' since they had discovered that they were pregnant, but all the crying and the preposition of a reduction had demoted the visit to 'bad'. Or perhaps it was because Blaine was walking back and forth in the far end of the room, growling into his cell phone. The small bits and pieces that Kurt had snatched up had him believe that his boyfriend was needed back at work. He knew that Blaine would never leave him behind, he especially would not abandon him while at the doctor's, but from what he could understand, Blaine's presence back at court was necessary.

The waiting room was small, and only a few other couples were waiting for their turn to see the their own, individual doctors. An Afro-American couple sat cuddled together next to each other, the father humming a song to his wife's swelling stomach, while a young girl with curly hair sat with her eyes permanently attached to the television screen. The television was turned away, so Kurt couldn't see what she was watching, but she seemed very interested in whatever it was. There were a few more couples, although the room was primarily filled with young woman waiting for their vaginal examination.

"God dammit," Blaine hissed loud enough for a few of the other waiting couples to look up in surprise. A woman even locked aghast by Blaine's outburst, and kept sending Kurt disapproving looks. Once again Kurt lifted his left index fingers to his teeth and bit down, immediately feeling a lot calmer. He glanced between Blaine and the woman on the opposite chair from him for a few mortifying minutes, before Blaine finally hung up and sat down next to him. "Sometimes I wonder why I hired my assistants in the first place."

"Everything okay?"

Blaine's curls shook from side to side, following his rapid movements of his head. "No. The prosecutors have discovered new indications against my client, and my team wants me to be there to go through the newly-found evidence since the trial continues tomorrow."

"Oh," Kurt whispered, his hand instantly going to his stomach, wrapping around it protectively. He was ready for this case to be done. Blaine was spending a lot of late hours at the office, and Kurt felt sorry him; Blaine was going to miss out on a lot, especially if this continued. He wouldn't be present for important milestones, such as their babies' first kicks. "Can't they just wait for you?"

"Apparently not," uttered the younger one. He moaned in frustration and leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee as he rubbed his nose-bridge. His eyes were scrunched together, and Kurt could see his eyeball move behind his eyelids.

Kurt rose from his chair and walked over towards the receptionist. He took a few steps, and furrowed his brows. He could already feel how he was slightly waddling, and he feared how this waddle would progress the further along the pregnancy he got. "Excuse me," he said, once he'd reached the receptionist. The young woman looked up with a bored expression. "Hi," he was somewhat indecisive, and this woman's attitude didn't exactly help him. "My name is Kurt Hummel-Anderson. We have an appointment in thirty minutes with doctor Mason."

"I already know that" Her voice was monotone. "You checked in ten minutes ago. Sit down, I'll call your name, when she's ready to see you."

"I know," the pregnant man hurried to say. "I actually wanted to know if she could maybe see us before our scheduled appointment? See, my boyfriend has a really important meeting he has t-"

The receptionist cut him off with a firm head shake. "Sorry, no can do," she muttered without even checking doctor Mason's agenda on the computer.

"But, he's a lawyer and he's needed ba-"

"Doctor Mason is full-booked today. If you can't do your scheduled appointment today, I can reschedule you for another time. The earliest is," this time she clicked on the computer mouse and turned her attention away from her fingernails and towards the screen. "Thursday next week."

Kurt looked appalled. "But that's ten days from now!"

The middle-aged woman behind the desk merely shrugged. With a huff Kurt turned around and sat back down beside Blaine, who gave his older boyfriend an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry about it, love. Coop'll take notes about the evidence, and mail them to me later today. I'll stay, you know I will."

"I know, it's just.. what a horrible woman!"

Blaine chuckled and leaned over towards Kurt, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, before he grabbed his hand. "I know. But don't let yourself be bothered by people like her. They're not worth it."

"I know."

They both turned their heads when they heard an intended cough from behind them. "Hi, I'm sorry," a young female with auburn locks and freckles said. "I overheard your conversation with the receptionist. What an awful lady, huh?" she laughed, gaining a toothy-smile from Blaine.

"You heard that?"

"Yeah," the woman said with upward-turned eyebrows. "Again, I'm sorry for listening in."

Kurt gave her a reassuring smile, and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that this entire clinic heard it so don't feel too bad."

"I won't," grinned the young expectant mother. "Actually, that's why I came over. I have an appointment with doctor Mason," she lifted her left arm to look at her clock, "any minute now actually, but I'm not doing anything after. You can have mine, and we'll switch appointments. I'll take yours in thirty minutes."

Kurt's eyes widened in astonishment, and he could hear a quiet in take coming from Blaine. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, totally. I mean, 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' is on, and you could kind of say that I'm an addict."

"Thank you, Mrs...?"

"Tirane," grinned the girl. "But call me Freya."

Kurt nodded, "thank you Freya."

"You're welcome." She looked them both in the eyes, before she looked down towards Kurt's stomach. "Wow, you must be pretty excited, huh? Is this your first time being pregnant?"

Kurt and Blaine nodded, both equally excited about finally becoming parents. "Yeah, you must be too! Excited I mean."

Freya huffed slyly, "yeah. Although I'm only a few weeks pregnant. When are you due? I bet that it's going to be a July baby."

"Oh," Kurt mumbled, looking down. He felt his cheek reddened and he could feel how they got warmer with each second. "They're not. I'm actually due mid-November."

"Huh," Freya was shocked to say the least. Kurt was round. "Twins, or perhaps triplets? That must be exciting. I'm only expecting one, this is my third, though. If you need any parenting advice you know who to look for."

"We'll definitely call you then," Blaine said happily. "Although, we're expecting sextuplets."

Freya was quiet, her face suddenly very serious. "You're kidding, right? Six?"

"We're not kidding, although that was the exact reaction Blaine had when doctor Mason first told us as well." Just then the receptionist called out 'Mrs Tirane, doctor Mason is ready to see you now.'

"Well good luck. We might bump into each other some other time, since we both have a long journey ahead of us" chuckled Freya, before she turned her back towards Blaine and Kurt and sat down in front of the television. The two men got up and walked though the door – Kurt sending the receptionist a chesty smile.

The young lawyer knocked four times on the doctor's door, before they entered. Doctor Mason had her back turned towards the couple, a for the few seconds the couple waited for her to turn around, Kurt admired her French braid. "Do you do your own hair, or does someone do it for you?"

The middle-aged doctor turned around with a gasp. "Kurt, Blaine," she exclaimed, her voice shocked. "I wasn't expecting you just yet."

"No," Blaine said. With a firm grip on his boyfriend's hand, their fingers entangled, they took a seat in doctor Mason's patient chairs. "I have to get back to the office soon, and Mrs. Tirane overheard Kurt ask the receptionist if we could expedite out appointment and she offered to switch appointments."

"She's such a nice young lady," the doctor agreed, and turned back towards her computer. "Let me just find your medical files. Kurt nodded while Blaine lifted his hand, followed by a 'go ahead.' While she typed, staring intently at the screen, she continued talking. "So, how have you been?"

Kurt's eyes were focused on the gynecologist's fingers, as she typed on the computer keys. H-U-M-M-E-L. "Good, we've been good. I've gained a lot of weight though," he mumbled the last few words, feeling rather embarrassed.

Evelyn Mason stopped typing as soon as she found the right medical chart, and turned back towards her clients. "You don't sound too happy about the weight-gain." Her young client shrugged. "Just remember that gaining wight is a positive thing when being pregnant. The fetuses inside of you is growing, and they're dependent on the nutrition that you digest. I am going to give you a small list of pre-natal vitamins that you should take during the pregnancy, along with a recommended diet plan. Now," she leaned forward and folded her hands on top of the table. "Kurt, gaining weight is essential. Most of the weight gain is fluid – partly the fluid that your children are currently lying in. this fluid will increase in amount, and you may start to swell up in the later part of your pregnancy, but that is completely normal. Also, some pounds of your weight gain is in fact your children."

"I know," Kurt continued to mumble.

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile; it was a toothless smile, with her lips pressed hard against each other. With raised eyebrows, she asked, "do you have any questions?"

Kurt looked to his left, where his lover of almost three years was seated. "Uhm," Blaine said hesitantly. It was weird, really. Inside a courtroom, he felt confident. He felt like he was in charge, and his power increased with every word he spoke, ever victory he gained. But here, inside doctor Mason's office, he felt more insecure than ever. With a reassuring nod from Kurt, Blaine continued. "We're actually wondering when we would be able to see our babies' gender."

"Don't hesitate to ask questions," the woman in front of him said encouragingly. "To answer your question, the earliest we'll be able to determine the gender of the fetuses will be in the twentieth week, although I am not sure if it's going to be very accurate. At that stage the space, where the fetuses are in, is minimal and they'll be entangled together. If we're lucky, we may be able to predict a few of them."

"Why can't you tell before the twentieth week?" Kurt wondered. "I mean, then there's less space. Is it because they're too small?"

"Primarily," the doctor nodded. "But also because your children hasn't started to develop their genitals yet, making it exceptionally hard for us to determine their gender."

"So," Kurt frowned, his eyebrows turned upwards in confusion. Next to him he could imagine Blaine doing the same; his bushy, triangular eyebrows forming a tent on his small forehead. "Right now our babies are genderless?"

"Technically yes, the fetuses are what we like to call uni-sex. They're genderless, but that doesn't mean that their gender hasn't been decided. Gender is determined by the code, which the sperm brings with it during fertilization, although this code isn't activated until between the fifth and the ninth week. The 'Y' chromosome is carrying a so-called SRY-gen, which stands for Sex-determinating Region Y. If this gen is activated, the fetus will start to produce testicles and other male genitals, while if it's not-"

"The baby will produce female genitals," Blaine concluded.

"Yes. But like I said; their gender has already been determined." The gynecologist 'tsk' lightly, and continued. "After the gen has been activated, the process of developing genitals doesn't happen over the duration of an hour or a day. It takes time, and once they've been completely developed, and the babies are slighty bigger, their gender can be determined with an almost hundred percent accuracy."

Kurt grinned and cocked his head innocently. "Almost?"

"Why yes, there are a few known cases where we've been wrong. I've been wrong, but it's seldom."

Blaine couldn't help but grin, as he still found it odd that his babies were not yet boys and girls. "There's another thing," he said, coughing slightly. Kurt blushed; he knew which question Blaine was going to ask doctor Mason. Sex was an important factor of their lives, and especially lately, while they've tried to conceive, their sex-life had taken a drastic turn upwards. Of course it was a question they wanted to ask their doctor; Kurt had heard from a lot of experienced pregnant couples- Tine and Mike among them- that sex during pregnancy was totally safe. But both Kurt and Blaine had waited, wanting to hear this from a person with these sort of questions as her expertise. Also, neither Blaine nor Kurt knew anyone who'd ever expected sextuplets. "We wanted to ask you how the pregnancy would affect our sex-life."

The red-haired gynecologist nodded her head. "A very common question. Now, normally sex is a safe act for two expectant parents, but with multiples the risks are too high for me to give a heads up.

"The risk of miscarriage?"

"Among others," doctor Mason nodded. "Now, I don't think there's any need for you to completely stop having an active sex-life. Sex is a very healthy act between two lovers, and it shouldn't be neglected. Which is why it is great that I've never had a case where anything but penetrative sex should be a problem. Other sexual activities, which does not include penetration, is safe for now.

"For now?"

"Yes, later on in the pregnancy I'd recommend it if the two of you put your sex-life on pause, for the safety of the babies. With multiples miscarriage and premature labor is a frequent factor, which eases as the months grow. But, speaking from experience, neither of you would feel any sexual lust at that stage anyway. Being pregnant is hard, especially with multiples. Both physically but also mentally. But for now, any sexual activity which doesn't involve penetration has a green light from me. Do you have any more questions?"

Kurt shook his head, while Blaine muttered 'no'.

"Good. Stand up, and we'll start by measuring your stomach."

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"I'll drop you off at the apartment."

Kurt was staring out the window. After leaving the doctor's office, he'd exchanged numbers with Freya, where after they'd headed down to their car in the parking lot. He was once again biting his lips, watching as trees, people and houses flashed by as they drove. "Sure."

Blaine was silent. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip around the steering wheel. "I'm sorry, baby." When Kurt didn't reply, the younger sighed solemnly. "Please don't be mad."

"'m not mad, Blaine. I'm just.. I'm tired."

"Okay," Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand. He tried to entangle their fingers, like they always did, but Kurt didn't separate his fingers, so instead he settled in only holding his hand. "I don't know when I'll be home. I'll try to be home as early as possible, but I really need to study this new information."

"I'll leave your plate in the microwave then." He turned his head towards Blaine, and pulled of the most natural-fake smile he could muster. He tried to be convincing, but he knew that he was failing. "Just promise me that when this case is done that you'll take smaller cases next. At least until the babies are here."

"I promise."

"Thank you." The car slowed down at a red light, and Kurt took the opportunity to lean over and kiss Blaine's cheek. "I'll jump off here, Bee."

"You sure?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I think walking could do me good. I love you," he said opening the door.

"I love you, too."

Kurt closed the door and walked over to the sidewalk, where he turned around and waved Blaine off as the light turned green. He stood still, looking after the black SUV as it drove off, before he reached for his cell phone in his front pocket.

To Ashley

Hi. What are you doing?

He only had to wait a few seconds before his screen lit up with a new text message.

To Kurt

Nothing. Just bitching about Paul to Mary and Lola. Why?

Kurt could feel tears form in his eyes as he typed his words on the touchscreen.

To Ashley

I just need some comfort right now. But it's okay – see you later.

To Kurt

Don't be silly. Text me were you are, and we'll hang out -just the two of us.

Kurt looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He noticed a street-sign, and typed in his location in his next text, followed by a 'hurry.'

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I know, I know – you've waited for a LONG time. Let me explain: first of, my internet said 'screw you, Simone. I quit!' and died for like a day or two. Then I hung out with my boyfriend (my friend who's a boy) for a couple of days and lastly I've been working in the laboratory in school – we collected fingerprints yesterday and the day before that we had to determine eight different blood-types and our own. I actually found out that only three percent (earth-wise) is the same blood-type as me, which I find extremely awesome btw. The day before the blood-typing we were given a piece of paper and we had to determine which fabricant the paper came from (we had been three given fabricants), so as you can understand I've been very busy :)

Thank you to everyone who followed, favored and reviewed my story – please keep it up, I squeal like a baby monkey every time a little box pops up and tells me 'you've got mail – from '.

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