A/N: Hi :) I just wanted to say that at the moment things are not focusing on the babies very much, but don't worry. Troubles and tragedy will come regarding the babies – in a few weeks (pregnancyweeks). Also, I had a lovely review asking me if she/he could translate my story into Spanish – sure, just wait until it's done and please mention me in your fic ;) Enjoy.

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8 weeks

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Chapter Six

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Blaine sat on the couch; he'd been doing so for a couple of hours. Ever since he came home from the office earlier in the morning. He'd spend most of his time with his head buried in his hands, every so often shaking it in despair. He felt torn; divided between two choices, both of them weighing equally when it came to importance, although in two very different fashions.

"I promised him," the twenty:five-year old lawyer whispered to himself. With a quick motion he lifted his head and banged his fist against his right temple. Three times he repeated this movement, before he stopped – his hand mid-air. He drew in a shaky breath and listened for footsteps. Had Kurt woken? His eyes followed a straight line, before they fell on a black, antique clock, hanging on the wall.

Seven:zero:nine.

Kurt wouldn't rise until at least another hour, maybe two. It gave Blaine a sense of calmness to know that he had at least a few more hours to decide what to do. It should be an easy choice, Blaine knew that. He knew that the choice which was obvious was to choose Kurt. The love of his life, the father, currently carrying his babies, and yet the conclusion seemed so hard and so far away. Either way he was going to be a man who broke his promise. The question was, if he should break the promise he made to Kurt and his own family, or the promise he made to Mr. Benton and his.He rubbed his stubbled cheek gently, noticing that he hadn't shaved, maybe in days – Blaine wasn't sure at the moment. He liked the stubbles. Kurt didn't. A small movement of his lower half, and he felt a hard something rub against his but-cheek. It was the ring; a golden engagement ring with their initials engraved on the put the ring back in his pocket and leaned back against the couch, closing his tired eyes.

The young man didn't know for how long he'd been on the couch, and was startled when he felt Kurt sit down beside him. He opened his eyes and gave Kurt a soft smile. "You didn't come to bed last night." A hand reached up, and rubbed Blaine's upper chest softly and the young man couldn't help himself. He too reached up, and took hold of Kurt's soft hand, squeezing it gently. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," Blaine lied, mostly because he hadn't come to a decision yet. He knew that Kurt saw right through him, he always did, and yet Blaine couldn't get himself to tell his lover the truth.

Kurt didn't say anything. He licked his teeth once, before he nodded and looked around the apartment. It was a fairly big one, but small compared to what they were to expect. "I googled sextuplets last night, when you were working."

"Oh."

The older ticked his lips, and continued, "we need a bigger apartment."

Blaine sighed, and looked around too. A beautiful table stood in the corner, almost alter-like, with a round, white tray and pink roses. That definitely had to go; with six small toddlers waddling around that array would surely break. "We do," he finally agreed. "Or maybe we should buy a house."

Kurt nodded. "That would be nice," he finally said. "A yellow house made of wood. And a white picket fence. Out on the countryside, maybe close to a lake."

Both of them chuckled. "You want a real family, huh?"

"Yeah," Kurt breathed; neither of them were looking at each other. "I'm tired of this life, Blaine. I mean, I love my job and New York is amazing- but with kids, and six none the least, I just don't think that we could cope. The babies need better."

Blaine nodded, and for a few seconds he didn't answer. This wasn't making his choice easier; he knew that for Kurt and him to get by with six kids they needed good jobs, jobs that they both currently had. Moving away, quitting those jobs did no good. But Kurt was also right. Kids didn't need a hectic everyday life, where both daddies were working eight-to-seven six days a week. "And a dog."

"A golden one. A retriever. I heard that they're good family dogs." When Blaine didn't answer, he finally turned towards his boyfriend with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?

Blaine blew air through his mouth, his lips filling with the air like a balloon. With a high-pitched gulp, he too turned to look towards his boyfriend with tear prickling in his eyes, demanding to be released. But he couldn't. "I'm sorry." His voice broke, and he could feel a soft sob escaping his lips.

A look of shock appeared on Kurt's porcelain face, though the emotion which cut through the most was a look of sadness. He was sad for Blaine, and the obvious struggle he was going through. Kurt therefore leaned in and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, all the while he rested his head on Blaine's chest. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"No," Blaine whispered, shaking his head. "Just hold me close for a while."

Kurt didn't say anything else. He just did as Blaine had requested, and held Blaine close against him. He could feel Blaine's heaving, struggling to keep both air and sobs in him. For a while they lay like that, before Kurt turned his head with his chin resting against Blaine's upper chest, close to his collarbone. "What happened yesterday?"

"We won," Blaine said with raised eyebrows. "He wasn't guilty."

Kurt didn't move a muscle; he could sense that there was more to the story which troubled his boyfriend, but Blaine would have to tell him that on his own. He wouldn't push. "Congratulations."

Blaine chuckled, a tear-filled one, and closed his eyes. The tightness of the pressed together lids released a thick tear to roll down his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"What for, Bee?"

A deep breath through the nose could be heard from Blaine, as he tried to steady his voice. His eyes were still closed. "I was at the office last night, signing papers and-" he cut himself off and sniffled. "My client called. They arrested his son for the murder."

"Oh," Kurt said, not knowing what else to do. "Did he do it?"

"No," Blaine protested weakly, but then he changed his statement. "I don't know." Both remained quiet. Blaine couldn't continue with the conversation. This was confidential; evidence, witness' statement, everything job related was private and not something he could discuss. Not something he was allowed to discuss. Not even with Kurt. He had to be careful what he said. "They want me to take on his case."

Kurt tensed; every fiber in him contracted and a lump began to grown in his lower throat. He finally began to understand Blaine, and with that understanding he nodded. Blaine apologized because he'd already decided. He'd already accepted the job, and now he was battling with himself, trying to find a way out and at the same time trying to come up with a good enough explanation for why he did what he did. But Kurt already knew why. Blaine was like that- he wanted to help as many people as possible, and right now this family needed his boyfriend more than he did. "You took the job."

"I did," confessed the younger male. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I wish that I didn't have to, but this is my job. This is what I do."

Once again Kurt nodded. "I wont even make you promise that this one will be a fast one, or the last one, because I know that it's a promise you cannot keep." He took a pause to breathe and collect himself. He willed himself to remain calm, even though every inch of him wanted to scream, to cry, to hurt Blaine for what he was doing to them. "I need you too, Blaine, and I won't even try to hide the fact that I am mad and disappointed in you. I'm mad at you, but mostly I am mad at the situation. I am mad, because I want you to take on this case as much as I don't want you to."

"I'm sorry," the younger man repeated, and he was pulled into a hug. Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine's shaking form; both of them knew that a crack was staring to build in their relationship, but at the moment they had no kitt to repair it. It was a crack which was inevitable.

"Do what you think is the best for this family. I support you, you know I do. Just be sure that this is what you really want to do."

Blaine's lower lip quivered; his head was on fire and sweat was forming on his forehead and over his lip. He nodded, "it is."

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12 weeks

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Kurt walked into the gynecologist, as he'd done so many times over the past few weeks. He'd felt like a celebrity every time; the news about him carrying sextuplets had spread like fire, and everywhere he went he met people who congratulated him, who wanted to touch his stomach, people who just in general was curious about his condition. At first Kurt had accepted the attention, raveled in it actually, but at times when his hormones were at a high, he just couldn't help himself and he bitched. He'd even threatened a woman that if she touched him one more time, he would jam the fork, he was currently holding, through her eyeball – and his boyfriend was a lawyer, so he'd probably get away with it too.

He took a seat next to Rachel; he'd asked her if she'd wanted to come along, and she'd accepted before he'd even finished the sentence. Blaine couldn't make it, and the pitying glances Rachel shot him every so often didn't help. Kurt looked around, but didn't spot Freja anywhere. He'd hoped that they would bump into her, just so that he could ask her a couple of questions, but he guessed luck just wasn't on his side that day. There weren't a lot of people at the office, only a very pregnant male and a young girl, who Kurt guessed was there for a regular check-up.

"Have you thought about something bigger?"

Kurt turned his head towards Rachel, having zoned out while staring at the pregnant man's belly. The expecting father looked down lovingly, as his husband – or so Kurt guessed from the ring on both of their fingers – cooed over the huge bump. "Huh?"

"House, have you thought about something bigger?"

"Oh, yeah," he shook his head to clear his mind. "We found a house, two hours away. Warwick."

Rachel nodded with a solemn look on her face. "What about your jobs?"

"With the promotion that Isabelle gave me, I don't have to work whole lot from the office. Ashley will be my prolonged arm at the office, and everything which needs to be done there, I can trust him to get done. He'll mail me everything so I know what's going on, and then he'll take care of it – on my orders, of course," they both chuckled at that last statement.

"And Blaine?"

Kurt suddenly bend his head, his eyes cast downwards. "Blaine isn't sure what to do just yet, which is why we won't be selling the apartment. When he's on a case, he can stay at the apartment, and when he doesn't have one, he'll stay with me. And the babies."

"Is that what you want?" the question was asked hesitantly.

"No," Kurt wasn't about to lie or dull the truth. "But it's what we have to do to get by. Babies cost a lot of money, and if we both quit our jobs, or even if only one of us did, we wouldn't have the economy to get by. We're both fortunate to have such great jobs; without them I don't know what we would do."

Rachel nodded just in time for Kurt's name to be called out. If doctor Mason wondered about Blaine's whereabouts, she didn't show it. With a non-faltering smile, she greeted both Kurt and Rachel and asked them to take a seat. "Hi, I'm doctor Mason."

"Rachel Berry." Kurt was astonished; for once his best friend didn't mention 'Broadway star' or anything else Barbra related.

The red-haired woman turned to Kurt once more. "How are you today?"

"Huge," was Kurt's automatic answer; an answer he'd taken up giving every time the elderly doctor asked that question. "I gained a lot of weight since last time. Well, I wouldn't know just how much, since I cannot see the exact numbers due to this big thing," he grinned and patted the ever-growing baby stomach.

"Well gaining weight is what you want. We're going to talk a little bit more about that, but first let me just congratulate you on entering your second trimester."

"Thanks," Kurt sounded relieved. He hadn't had the typical morning sickness, well he had in the beginning, but ever since they actually found out that they were expecting, the morning sickness had stopped. He'd had a couple of dizzy spells, but no more than so.

The doctor scribbled something, and without looking at Kurt she asked him to rise and enter the scale. "A hundred and eighty:eight," the numbers nearly gave Kurt a heart-attack, and it probably would've had he not been expecting those numbers. "Now," they both took a seat once more. "I would recommend you to eat more this trimester. Remember that you're eating for seven people right now, and it is crucial that you're on a strict diet from the beginning."

Kurt nodded his head, agreeing.

"Five thousand calories is what I recommend you to eat."

Once again Kurt felt his eyes widened at the information, but he trusted his doctor and he wanted to do whatever was best for his babies. "Sure."

"I've called around and spoken to a few specialists, and while some wanted you to fly out and have you admitted to their local hospitals, so that they could keep an eye on you and the babies, others didn't think that was such a good idea. So they've emailed me various diet-schedules and I've gathered them for you here." She handed Kurt a bunch of papers, all with a different day on them, starting with 'Monday'. "Now, last time we spoke about delivery date."

"You said that we were aiming for thirty weeks."

"Yes, precisely. Your due-date is in late December, but you probably wont have a full-term pregnancy, so expect it to be around the beginning to mid-October." She smiled gently at the expecting young father, when she saw his face pale. "How's everything coming along? You feeling stressed out?"

The young male nodded his head, "yeah. It's just-" he couldn't continue, and raised his hand to mouth, covering it. He took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself. "I'm scared."

"I know," comforted the doctor, because she did know. She herself was a mother of three, now almost grown-up kids, but with the twins she'd been afraid too. "We're keeping an eye on these babies; I've been a gynecologist for twenty:one years, so I know a lot of what's to be expected. It's fully normal to be scared, to feel clueless – most mothers and fathers do when they're expecting their first baby. Heck, most second- and third time parents feel those feelings as well. But Kurt," she tilted her head. "Everything works out in the end."

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"Hey Ash," Kurt greeted as he walked out of the elevator at VOGUE. The younger male nodded his greeting with a smile, and even though he actually needed to be another place – which was the reason he was standing by the elevator, he walked with Kurt back towards the pregnant man's office. "So everything's ready. I spoke to the photographer-"

"Rick Jacobs?"

"Yeah, and he said that the models are on their way."

Ash nodded, and wrote something down in his notebook. He looked concentrated, the tip of his tongue poking put from between his lips, as he wrote down everything that was on his mind. He looked up, "and the models? Did you get it like you wanted it?"

"Yup – three women and two men. Rick sent me their portfolio, it should be in my mailbox. Could you check it out?" The assistant nodded his head, his golden-blond hair swaying from the motions, before he left for his own desk. Ashley didn't have an office, or not an office in a separate room. He had a desk and a computer in the hallway, with only a portable-wall to separate him from the remaining twenty assistants. Kurt took the time to breath; it had been a hectic day. He looked up when he heard a knock, and was surprised to see Paul standing there. Paul wasn't his assistant, and ever since his promotion he hadn't really seen the grouchy male much. "Yes?"

"Isabelle needs you," was the only thing he said, before he turned around with a huff.

Kurt made an unhappy face at the back of Paul, before he rose; he held unto the arms of his office-chair hard, and carefully lifted himself up. "Umph," he gasped. He waddled a few doors down, until he reached the door labeled 'Isabelle R. Wright.' Kurt looked at the 'R' – even after a short year of working for the fashion-icon he still didn't know what the 'R' stood for. He knocked.

"Come in."

"Paul said you needed to see me?"

"Oh, right – I did tell him that." She sounded confused, but when didn't she? Kurt took a seat, once again with difficulty – he was only ten weeks along – and lifted his right leg up and crossed it over his left. He exhaled deeply, folded his hands on his knees and turned his head towards the older woman with an expectant stare. "I was contacted yesterday, by a man called Thomas Seagaw."

Kurt's one eyebrow lifted, and his right corner lip raised a bit like it usually did when he wasn't happy about something. "Okay?" Kurt knew who he was, or at least he'd heard of him, and from what he'd heard, it wasn't something he wanted to get involved with.

"He's a producer," was all Isabelle got out, before Kurt held his hand up.

"My answer is no. I don't want him or anyone else following me around with a camera all day, exposing me to the media and people as if I was some kind of circus freak."

"Kurt," Isabelle used her usual tone, the one who pleaded with Kurt, but he wouldn't butch. He shook his head, no. "Think about it, would you?"

With a sigh, Kurt's straightened his back even more and leaned forward. "Isabelle, I'm telling you this because I love you. Shut it." His boss didn't even look offended; they had a bond, and though Isabelle didn't tolerate everything that came out of Kurt's mouth, she still respected him.. and his fashion. "I don't want to expose my children. With both mine and Blaine's job they'll be exposed enough as it is. If it's the economy you're thinking about, then Blaine and I are doing just fine."

"Okay," Isabelle said, the expected defeat in her voice not showing. "I respect that."

"Thank you. Did you need anything else?" When his boss shook her head no, he rose and started to move towards the doors. He'd almost reached them, when he was stopped by Isabelle's voice.

"Oh, and Kurt," he turned around to face her as she spoke. "We'll miss you around here."

It brought a smile to Kurt's lips. "It's not like you won't see me."

"No, I know. But it's just not the same."

"Just be sure to visit me once the babies are here."

The curly-haired fashion legend nodded, "I will."

"How's Blaine," Ashley asked as soon as Kurt had sat down in the car. It wasn't a long drive to the location, but Kurt wanted to take the car, feeling like he didn't need the extra exercise, even though doctor Mason would've disagreed with him. "If you don't mind me asking," he quickly added.

Kurt shook his head, "not at all," even though it did bother him. He couldn't really be mad at Blaine anymore, even though he hadn't seen him much since that morning a few weeks ago, when he'd taken on yet another case. It bothered him, because even at this time of what should be pure happiness, he felt depressed and alone. That he felt like he was the only one excited for these babies, and that he was the only one preparing for their arrivals. "Everything's fine. Once this case is over, fully, Blaine said he'd take his vacation days and spend them helping me move into the new house."

"That's nice." The reply sounded so distant.

"Yeah." They didn't really speak much after that, and the ride was therefore spent in almost silence. Once they'd arrived, they both hoped out of the car and walked towards the small trailer, where the bikinis were hanging. "Could you help me up the stairs?"

Ashley quickly nodded, and helped Kurt up the stairs. With a deep intake, he felt chills and goosebumps arise on his skin as his hand made contact with Kurt's and he ever-so-slowly rubbed his thumb against Kurt's hand. It was smooth, like a baby's butt.

"Thanks," Kurt smiled and entered the trailer, leaving Ashley standing in the door. His eyes were permanently stuck on Kurt, and he closed the door.

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Guys, I passed my 'Crime and Chemistry' examination AND I turned 21 (on July 1st) – I am so excited! Here's another chapter, and let me just celebrate, as the last chapter received the most reviews I've ever gotten; 5 people took their time to review (well 1 reviewed two times, but I still count it as 2 reviews!) and I am so excited about that too! Thank you so much, please keep reviewing – it does help me write this faster, especially since I should be writing my final assignment for the course 'Crime and Chemistry' ;)

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