A/N: Thank you for the birthday greeting – although I'm Danish, and I've been LEGALLY drinking since age 16 :) Enjoy!

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12 weeks

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Chapter Seven

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Blaine's black SUV turned right and pulled into their new driveway. The front yard which surrounded the small driveway was small and mostly decorated in bushes and flowers, but in an open spot stood a lone tree. "I was thinking that I might build a swing there," the younger brother said and pointed towards the apple tree. Right beside the tree was a tiny, almost circular pond with a sprinkler in the middle. He turned off the engine and unbuckled himself. "The babies would be able to swing on it and pretend, I don't know, that they're flying over the ocean or something."

"They'd like that," Cooper agreed, smiling at his brother's thoughts and dreams for his kids. He'd make a wonderful father; if Blaine was only half as good a father as he was an uncle, then he and Kurt had nothing to worry about. "Come on. Show me the rest."

They exited the car and with clattering keys and shaking hands Blaine unlocked the door. "It has three bedrooms," he found the need to inform his brother. "And an office."

"That's good. Does it have a basement?"

Blaine shook his head, no. "But it has a pretty big attic."

"You should make that a playroom. I think the kids would enjoy an entire attic to themselves."

Blaine shrugged and placed the keys on the kitchen counter. He put his hands in the front pocket of his khaki pants and turned around towards Cooper. "Actually, Kurt and I thought we'd make the attic our bedroom."

"Never mind then. I like that idea better. Then you can separate the girls and the boys and have one united playroom in the third room. Are they on the same floor." Blaine nodded. "Good, then they don't need to go too far to play." Once again Blaine nodded. "How far along is he again?"

"Twelve weeks, almost thirteen."

"Ah," said Cooper knowingly. "Then you guys don't know the sex yet."

"No, not yet," said Blaine. "But as soon as we can, Kurt and I want to know, so that we'll be able to plan and stuff. You know cribs, toys, clothes- you know how Kurt is with clothes."

The older chuckled, "oh I know," he remembered the first time he'd met Kurt and how the sarcastic younger man pronto had proclaimed his hate for Cooper's clothes and that he for their next meeting should wear McQueen or at least Dolce and Gabana. No one said anything after that. Instead Cooper took the opportunity to look at his kid brother's first house. Blaine had always lived in apartments, finding it to be more safe than moving into his own house, but with six babies on the way, a house was inevitable. He noticed the kitchen island and stated, "Kurt must love that."

"He does," beamed the young man proudly, and once again he urged to further explain. "He spent ten minutes gushing over the fact that he would finally have a separate island for food and stuff when he's cooking."

"How is he, by the way," Cooper asked, trying to sound distracted and nonchalant, but failing. He wouldn't make a great actor, that's for sure. He wanted to know- it had been too long since he saw his future brother-in-law, and Blaine spoke almost nothing about him. He knew that it hurt his younger brother to speak of Kurt; it was almost as if Kurt had died, and in some way it must've been exactly what Blaine was feeling. He never did see Kurt, rarely spoke to him and more often than not Blaine slept at the office, buried in paper works and drowning himself in coffee the remaining hours. The blue-eyed Anderson entered the room attached to the kitchen- the dining room.

The curly-haired brother sighed and followed the taller man into the dining room, again taking a stand next to Cooper and leaned against the wall. "He's lonely and sad," he spoke with sorrow in his voice. "Which is understandable. He's pregnant and I'm an asshole."

"You're not an asshole, Blaine. You're just.. you're too kind for your own good, and Kurt knows that. But sometimes kindness towards one person, means suffering to another," he turned slightly, his face turned towards Blaine, who didn't look up. He didn't want to, because he didn't want Cooper to see the tears in his eyes. But the big brother did see them. He always did. "Blaine, it's time to detach fantasy from reality, and here's the deal: reality sucks, man. Whenever a good turn comes and we think 'hey, life's pretty good', another one comes and kicks the positive idea to the gut. But we've got to get back up and stay positive."

"It's just not fair to anyone right now."

Cooper shook his head, "of course not. Nothing's ever fair. But Blaine, about this job- someone has to do it, and you're pretty good at it, so why not you."

"Yeah."

The older brother chuckled, "and modest too."

"Shut it," Blaine smiled and mock-hit the taller man's shoulder. After that both Andersons decided to drop the topic. It wasn't something they could do anything about right now. Blaine also knew that Cooper, although he tried not to show it, was going through the exact same thing with his wife and son. "Kurt wants to paint the walls mint green," was the topic Blaine chose to switch to.

Cooper's styled eyebrows rose with a smile. "He's got style that man of yours," he endorsed. "I can surely imagine mint green in here. What about the table-set – are you going to keep that, or find something bigger?"

"We'll buy something bigger. Kurt wants it to be white to match the door frame." Blaine walked into the center of the room and raised both arms, demonstrating his next statement. "We both wanted to hang our picture here. You know, the one you took of us at your wedding. The black and white one."

"The one where you're dancing?" Blaine nodded his head, placing a few run-a-wild curls behind his ear. He hadn't gelled his hair today, having decided to take the next three days off. The Benton case was pretty set- neither of the Benton men were guilty, and he would be damn sure to prove that. In the meanwhile Cooper stood next to his brother, a loving smile firmly planted on his lips. The picture was a beautiful one. Kurt had his head resting against Blaine's, and all that was visible of Blaine's upper body was a head full of messy curls. It would be a good place to hang the reminder of their first 'I love you's'.

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Kurt stared with absent eyes towards the photographer. He should've checked the guy's portfolio more carefully before hiring him and he was currently mentally slapping himself, again, for not doing so. "Ashley, please tell me again why I'm not out there, directing my photo-shoot?"

"Because you'd rip his head of if you were."

"Right." With an angry growl the pregnant man turned on his heels and marched away from the window promptly. The mere sight of the catastrophe out there made his blood boil. "They look like they're snapping shots for a page nine spread for Playboy or something," he shrieked. "Not a high fashion magazine."

A quick glance out the window proved Kurt's words to Ashley. A blond model was being directed by the photographer at the moment. She lay in the sand, her butt facing the camera. Playboy was no exaggeration."I'll speak with Isabelle as soon as we're out of here."

"Still couldn't get a hold of her?"

Ashley could only bring a negative answer to Kurt's question. "I'm sorry." He'd tried dialing her phone five times in the last fifty minutes, and every time it went straight to voicemail.

"Don't be – it's not like it's your fault. I was the one who hired him." He stomped his foot on the ground and growled. "You know what? Let's just get out of here. I'm hungry, and I seriously don't want to take part anymore than I already have in that porno out there." He grabbed his purse from the floor and started heading towards the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Don't worry about Isabelle. I'll deal with her in the morning."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, let's just go. It's time to feed these anyways," he rubbed his stomach and gave his assistant a sly smile. "How does salad sound to you? We could take it with us and eat it in Central Park."

Ashley sounded alleviated; he was on a strict diet, having always been a chubby child, and though he'd mentioned it to Kurt maybe once or twice, the older man seemed to have remembered. "Sounds good. It's on me."

"Ash, you do-"

"I mean it, and I want to." It was a short drive to the salad bar. Finding a parking lot, however, proved to be a hard task and it took almost three times the time it took driving from their photo-shoot spot, but once they did, they enjoyed the walk in the sunny day. "I need to work on my tan."

Kurt laughed out loud. It was a known fact that Ashley couldn't tan. Instead he turned lobster red, which remained for either a day or an entire week depending on the intensity. "Sure you do."

"I'm serious," exclaimed the assistant, his voice perhaps a bit too loud. It attracted a few stares from people walking around them, and the two men chuckled to themselves. Kurt blushed. "I was thinking," he continued once they'd walk away from the still staring people, "that I might go to Europe soon."

"Oh," Kurt's eyes widened and his voice drooled with jealousy. "I'd love to go to Europe."

The blond's eyes glanced towards Kurt, who was staring straight ahead with a dreamy expression. "Yeah?" he semi-whispered. "Come with me."

"Oh no," he shook his head, his hair flying like a feather in the wind. "I couldn't. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"But you wouldn't. I want you to come with me."

Kurt smiled while sighing. "Yeah, had it not been for this," he padded his stomach, "I might've taken you up on that offer. Rein-check?"

Ashley looked disappointed for a moment, before he recovered and nodded. "Of course." The walked down the green-decorated path, passing a few lakes and even a few playgrounds, before Ashley decided he couldn't take it anymore. He knew that he needed to tell Kurt exactly how he felt about him, and the only chance he had been slipping away. The time was here and now, before Kurt started working from home and their meetings would be rare and short. "Kurt," he started, gathering courage. He'd need it.

"Uhu," Kurt said distractedly. His eyes were scanning the park for someplace to eat. Of course, being the person he was, he couldn't just sit anywhere. He needed a good view to enjoy the food. Ashley opened his mouth, but felt no words escape. Instead, the only sound escaping him was his breathing, and he quickly closed his mouth. "Ash?" Kurt asked worriedly, noticing the prolonged answering-time. "You okay?"

Ashley nodded with his eyes closed. 'You can do this', he whispered to himself. He opened his eyelids quickly before his bravery ran up. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay?"

"I," once again the words escaped. "It's hard. I don't want you to hate me."

"It's okay, Ash," the expecting father tried to sound comforting, but he was starting to worry himself. "You can tell me anything. You know that."

Frantically nodding, Ashley continued. "I don't know when it started, actually, but.. for a while now, I've, ehm.. Kurt," he turned towards the light-brunette man, and lifted his arms, placing them on either side of Kurt's upper arms. "I'm in love with you."

Time stood still the few seconds it took Kurt to register Ashley's words. His mouth was oval round and his eyes large and round, having a disbelieving look in them. He could feel his heartbeat quicken and panic start to kick in. This couldn't be happening."W-what?" He worried his lip between his teeth, pressing down hard.

With a shaking tremor, Ashley nodded his head, "I'm sorry." What should he do now?

"Ash, listen." Kurt was trying to see reason. The young assistant wasn't in love with him, this was only an infatuation. "You think that you're in love with me, but really you're no-"

"No," he started to feel tears forming. Why wouldn't Kurt understand? He could be so much better for him, he would be there for Kurt and the babies. He'd raise the sextuplets as if they're his own. "I love you. I'm in love with you." To prove his point he leaned in and captured Kurt's lips with his own. He drew in a deep breath, extending the kiss and finding some relief in the fact that Kurt didn't pull back. He smiled and deepened the kiss even more, and was about to raise his hand to Kurt's cheek, when he felt Kurt pull away. "No, no, no," he whispered over and over, but was stopped when he saw the look of pure horror in Kurt's face. Kurt had gone deathly pale, his eyes even lighter blue than they usually was. A quick flicker led Ashley's eyes downwards, until they reached Kurt's crutch. A deathly dark spot grew quickly, encircling the mid-part of Kurt's pants.

Blood.

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"I was thinking," Blaine said as he took a seat in the green bed-sofa they'd placed in the living-room. Kurt had no idea that he and Cooper had taken the day off -and the next two in Blaine's case – to move into the house. In fact, Kurt didn't know that they were moving in so soon. The couple they were buying the house from, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, had decided to move in with their parents while their new house was being renovated, and Blaine had jumped at the opportunity to move their furniture in and settle down, surprising Kurt in doing so. But that wouldn't be the only surprise. In his back pocket lay the ring he was going to give to Kurt tonight. "I'd put a tablecloth on the dining-room floor, lit up a couple of white candles and scatter roses around the room."

Cooper nodded with a grin. "What a romantic little brother I have."

"Don't give me all the credit, Coop – we both know Kurt's groomed me well." At that they both grinned and relaxed in the surprisingly comfortable IKEA-sofa. "I'd make lasagna and serve alcohol-free wine, because the moment just needs to be enjoyed." He sighed dreamily. "And Lionel Richie will be playing in the background."

"There's no way he'll say no to that," the older brother winked playfully, but in all honesty he was impressed. A few years ago, Blaine saw marriage as something two people did to prove their love, a fact which Blaine saw unnecessary. 'If you love someone, you shouldn't have to prove it with a piece of paper and a ring. Loving someone means showing it, physically and mentally.' The idea of a romantic engagement had seemed so distant, and in just the few years of knowing Kurt, Blaine had come a long way when it came to romanticism, and it couldn't make Cooper any prouder of not only Blaine, but Kurt as well. "He's lucky to have a man like you."

"Maybe," Blaine shrugged, a habit of his. "This is also a way to prove myself."

"Prove yourself?" 'Look who's talking.'

Kurt nodded his head, bobbing his foot to an imaginary beat. "To Kurt. Prove to him that even-though I'm not there at the moment, and might not be very much in the future either, that I'll always be there for him. That I'll always love him."

"But Blaine, Kurt already knows that."

"I know," Blaine said, and he did know. But this would be just like the promise-ring he'd given kurt when they'd both changed their surnames on their second anniversary – almost two years ago. "I just need him to know that I am his, always."

Cooper shook his head, again knowingly. He'd felt the exact same way with Anna-Louise- the need to prove to not only her, but himself as well, that she was the only one for him and that he was willing to spend the entire life with her. "Have you thought about the wedding yet?"

"Nah," Blaine shook his head with a grin. "He hasn't said yes yet."

"But he will."

"You don't know that."

"Ah, but I do." Cooper had a way of sounding old and wise all the while looking like a young dumb-ass. The older Anderson had been through a lot, even seen a lot, and was therefore very knowing at a lot of different topics, and a very good advice-giver. This was why Blaine was certain that he couldn't have asked for a better older brother. Of course they'd fought, no more than they did when they were younger, but what siblings didn't? Deep down Blaine knew that he'd always looked up to Cooper, wanting to be exactly like him, and now – at twenty:five, he was pretty damn close in reaching that goal. He was going to ask his love to marry him, and they were expecting their first babies. Six babies. "Kurt has confided in me."

Blaine's brow rose, although it didn't seem much due to its size. "Confided? Are you sure you should tell me then?"

"Probably not, but if it make's your pie-hole shut, then I'm willing to break this kind of confidentiality and tell you that Kurt has confided in me; he's expressed his desire to marry you. Of course he'd used the words 'eventually' and 'once we've settled down', but he's expressed the tendency none-the-less."

"Really?" The sound of axenic happiness in the younger man's voice couldn't have been a better gift for the older.

He nodded, "really. And-" a ringing cut them off.

"Two seconds," Blaine held two fingers up to show 'two'. "It's Kurt," he said to Cooper and pressed the answering button. "Hey babe. You wouldn't guess whe-"

"Blaine, it's Ashley."

"Ashley?" He gave Cooper a confused look, and a shrug of the shoulder, before he turned his attention back to the phone.

Quick breathing, and a few muttered words- Blaine guessed that Ashley covered the speaker of Kurt's phone and spoke to someone next to him. Probably Kurt, Blaine thought. He was wrong. "Listen Blaine, something happened. Kurt's in the hospital."

"What?!" Blaine's breathing quickened, and he once again searched the comfort from Cooper, who was standing next to him, only catching snippets of the phone-conversation. "What do you mean? What happened?"

"I don't have time to explain. Kurt needs you. He's at Urgent Care Manhattan, one-nine-nine Amsterdam Avenue."

Blaine nodded, and though he didn't hung up, he didn't continue the conversation. "Coop, Kurt's at the hospital – something happened."

He reached for the keys on the kitchen-counter, but Cooper slapped his hand away. "There's no way you're capable of driving. I'm driving."

Blaine didn't argue and they both jumped into the SUV, still parked in the driveway. The way to the hospital, Blaine spoke a few words with Ashley, trying to get the shaken assistant to tell him what had happened, but all he could get out of Ashley was that something had happened during lunch and that the doctors were fearing for the babies. God he hoped the babies would be okay. Please, please, let Kurt and the babies be okay.

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I know that it's short – but I suck at writing intense and terrifying scenes (sue me, there's a lot more to come!) Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think :) I still can't believe that I have 80+ followers and 40-something favorites. It's amazing you guys – much love from me to you!

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