A/N: I'm sorry about the long wait for an update, but I guess I took Cory's death a little harder than expected. My thoughts goes out to everyone involved with Glee, Cory's friends and family, but of course also Lea. This chapter is a filler, but those are also welcome sometimes. Enjoy!

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16 weeks

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Chapter Nine

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Kurt's head lay nestled against his fiance´s armpit. His nose wrinkled a bit as a few of Blaine's armpit-hair tickled it and he wiggled his head a bit, trying to move his nostrils away from the flaring hair. He could feel Blaine moving, and with a tired sound in his voice he asked, "what are you doing?" He yawned and reached up, with the arm not covered by Kurt, to hide his mouth

"It tickles," Kurt explained, his voice tired and slow much like his lover's. "There," he mumbled, once he'd finally found a good spot for him to lay on. "Much better." One of Kurt's hands moved to Blaine's chest and he twirled his fingers around some of Blaine's curly chest-hair.

Blaine chuckled, but didn't move whatsoever. He enjoyed the small twists Kurt made with his chest-hair, almost enough to release a small moan. When he'd first met Kurt, the older male was inexperienced when it came to sexual contact, and something he remembered Kurt gushing about a lot was the intimacy of touching. 'A touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets,' and when it comes to Kurt, Blaine couldn't agree more. The airy, feather-like touches of Kurt's soft fingers made goosebumps protrude and chilly waves run down his entire body. A soft touching on Blaine's skin always made heat and passion expand from the spot, filling his body with love. Much like rings in the water. Through half-lidded eyes he looked down towards Kurt, who in return looked back at Blaine with a smirk on his face. "You're weird, you know that," chuckled the youngest, amused by Kurt's facial expression.

Kurt hummed in agreement, "but you love me."

"I do," Blaine said, nodding his head. "A lot actually." Kurt giggled and leaned up to capture a real kiss from Blaine. He connected their lips in a soft lip-lock, pushed in a little further to deepened the kiss. Their mouths were still closed, and for a while that was enough for the two men. Kurt let out a moan, when he felt a small nybble on his lower lip, and he reached up to grab Blaine's stubbled cheek, caressing it softly. When he pulled away, he was biting his lip and blushing ever so slightly. "You're amazing," breathed Blaine and reached in for a short peck.

When they pulled away again, Kurt whispered softly that he needed to use the bathroom.

"Okay," Blaine said, "I'll be waiting for you."

Kurt's smile was love induced as he got up and walked down the stairs, leading to their master bedroom in the attic, carefully. It had been a day since his soon to be brother-in-law had come over to help them bring home the rest of their furnitures; they still needed to buy a dining table and matching chairs, but the couch was a perfect match against the russet wall and the antique coffee-table Ashely'd found at the flea market four weeks ago was a match made in heaven. At the thought of his assistant, Kurt's smile quickly faltered. He pursed his lips and took the last step down, entering the second floor hallway.

Kurt sighed in relief once he'd emptied his bladder. He was sure one of the babies had found a comfortable spot on his bladder, pressing down on it every ten minutes.

"What are you doing, Blaine?" he asked once he had climbed the stairs again.

Blaine's head turned left towards Kurt's voice, and with a smile he gestured for Kurt to come closer. The pregnant man obeyed and waddled over to the bed again, sitting down on the edge. He leaned in towards the computer to see what Blaine was doing. The younger man had googled various webpages in his fiance's absent, and he'd found a lot of good stuff. "What do you think of this one?" He zoomed in on the picture he wanted to showcase, enlarging it for a better view.

It was a beautiful white crib, with a heavy headboard decorated with incarnated roses. Converts to toddler bed and either a full or a queen bed! Kurt liked it a lot – he could definitely picture it in the babies' room, both for the boys and for the girls – although he didn't know exactly how many of each he was carrying. He shook his head. "No."

"You don't like it?" Blaine asked, already shifting through the pages and highlighting another one. "This one is-"

"No, Blaine," Kurt said. He'd placed his hand on Blaine's elbow, stopping him. "I like it, and I want that one if that's the one you like. It's just- I think it's too soon to buy cribs."

Blaine looked unsure for a moment, a small scowl sitting in his triangular brows. "Okay," he said slowly, his head slightly tilted. "Maybe cribs are a little bit early to think about. We still have a few months left, and we don't know the genders of the babies just yet."

"Right," Kurt was quick to agree.

"You're right. Let's wait until after the sonograms, and then we can buy cribs and clothes and stuff. Maybe it's more fun too, when we know how many little boys and girls are in here." He pushed the computer aside and reached over, placing both hands on Kurt's stomach. With a slow motion factor, he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against the swell. He moved his hands around a bit, pressing down, but he couldn't feel anything. He was slightly disappointed, not because he'd ever felt a small kick before, but because Cooper had talked about nothing else when Anna-Louise was pregnant with Anthony.

Kurt smiled down at Blaine, noticing his movements. "You won't be able to feel anything," he said, placing his own hands on Blaine's, steadying him. "I can't even feel anything yet. Doctor Mason said that I would be able to feel small kicks around the same time we could determine their genders."

"I guess," Blaine sighed. His hands remained where they were for a while though. He wanted to be closer to the babies, a way he felt he couldn't. Not in the same way as Kurt was. Kurt could feel them all the time, maybe not kicking yet, but he still had them inside of him. He kissed Kurt's abdomen just above the naval, humming their song gently.

Kurt listened with a smile as Blaine hummed 'Teenage Dream'. The song was old by now, rarely played in the radios anymore, but the couple still saw the song as their song. "If you keep this up the babies might come out singing that song."

The dark-haired male chuckled, but didn't stop singing. His hands remained on Kurt's belly the entire song, though sometimes he moved them around. When he was done, his movement ceased and he looked up at Kurt. "Let's go downstairs."

"Okay," Kurt fumbled a bit to get up, dreading the fact that he was not even halfway through his pregnancy, and he was already having trouble getting up and sitting down. "We have to start with preparing for tonight."

Blaine nodded, his tongue sticking out softly through his plum lips. "I'll clean, you'll cook?"

"Deal."

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Ten minutes later Kurt found himself in the bathroom once more, urinating at least another gallon and wondering where all that fluid came from. He hummed to himself – Teenage Dream stuck on his mind – as the tickling sensation, indicating that he was almost done, washed over him.

As he flushed the toilet, he looked into the bathroom mirror – hung above the sink – scowling ever so gently. His face had swollen with the pregnancy, not a lot, but his usually defined cheekbones were no longer as prominent as they'd been just a few weeks ago and his nose did seem larger, wider somehow. He reached up to touch his cheek, but stopped mid-air. His hand hung loosely, before he finally willed himself to complete his movement and touched himself. He loured as the expected feeling of water behind plastic didn't happen.

His eyes fell further down, glancing down on the protruding belly and a small, almost delicate grin plastered on his face. At least this kind of weight gain was a positive thing, he though to himself. The smile, however, quickly faltered. His eyes looked back up again, settling on nothing in particular as he stared into the oblivion. He could feel dread fall upon, and he willed himself to take deep, regular breaths to keep himself calm. He promptly exited the bathroom after that.

He could hear rummaging coming from the kitchen, and he set path towards the noises. On his way he passed the living-room, which he with careful eyes scanned, trying to come up with constructive criticism. It looked good, honestly, and it made Kurt proud to see the beautifully decorated room, but there was still one thing in that room which bothered him. The flea marked coffee-table. He loved that table – its historian structure mingling well with Kurt's vision of a classic, yet childproofed home, but the fact that it was Ashley who had bought it, made the pregnant man squirm.

He felt dumb for not realizing that Ashley had been flirting with him. It had been so overly obvious, and yet the small, accidental touches and the longing stares hadn't triggered anything in Kurt. Maybe it was because he didn't want to recognize the subtle sign that his assistant had sent him? Ashley had always been a sweetheart towards Kurt since his first day at VOGUE, the two then-assistants clicked immediately, agreeing on not only fashion but healthy food and gay rights as well.

Kurt shook his head – he had to tell Blaine about the kiss, but he was scared about Blaine's reaction. Would he be mad at him, when he learned that Kurt's first reaction to the kiss hadn't been to pull away? And that he hadn't felt absolutely horrified about his colleagues actions? Pressure against his lips brought him out of his 'worst-case telling Blaine scenario' and it came as a shock to Kurt, when he realized that the pressure against his lips was brought on by himself. With a slow movement, he guided his fingers downwards, though still connecting to his lips, until he'd pulled them down so far that they plopped back into place. He didn't want to admit it, but he had, momentarily, enjoyed the kiss.

It had felt so good.

And it was something that he'd been missing from Blaine. Kissing. The touch of Ashley's lips still lingered on Kurt's and it made him undoubtedly guilty.

"Hey," he felt two pair of arms wrap around him, brining him out of his memories. He couldn't help but smile as Blaine's arms snuggled closer around his belly, one palm pressing against his bare stomach. "Where'd you go? I was talking about what theme we should paper the babies playroom with, when you suddenly disappeared."

"I went to the bathroom," Kurt answered, resting his head against Blaine's.

"Again?"

"Yes again," mimicked Kurt. "Besides, you saw me two minutes ago."

Blaine pouted for a second and nibbled Kurt's ear lovingly, making the older male giggle. He tightened his grip around Kurt. "That was two minutes too long ago."

"You're silly, Blaine."

Blaine huffed and with a rapid, last hug, he finally released Kurt and crossed his arms in front of his chest with another childish pout, this one with an even bigger underlip. "I resent that."

"Of course you do, mr. lawyer," said Kurt, tipping Blaine's nose with his finger, but otherwise remained indifferent to Blaine's behavior. To be frank he'd missed this side of Blaine. When they'd first met, Blaine had been a very spontaneous person, one which Kurt would secretly nickname Goofy and Mr. Dapperpants. But after graduating law-school and earning a spot in his father's company – and now especially since they'd discovered that they were expecting sextuplets, Blaine had grown more serious. Kurt didn't love Blaine any less, and his fiance's sacrifice regarding work only made Kurt love him even more, but he did miss the Blaine he'd first fallen in love with. "We were so carefree then," he ended up saying with a saddened sigh.

Blaine frowned. "Back when?"

"Back when our biggest concerns was whether or not you should wear a red or a blue bow-tie to the Warbler reunion, or if our movie nights every Saturday should be a marathon of old black and white love stories or more modern ones. I miss those days."

"Okay," Blaine said and took a step closer to Kurt. "Where'd all this come from?" Kurt shook his head, not feeling like explaining all of his thoughts to Blaine. In stead he pulled his shoulder, mumbling that he didn't know. "We could still have those, you know."

Kurt didn't look up, but it did peak his interest. "Like, now?"

"Of course."

"But Blaine, we're having your family over for Saturday night dinner."

"Then we'll make it a Sunday night movie marathon. Come one," he grinned, leading Kurt into the kitchen, where he'd left his half eaten bowl of cereal. "We're going out grocery-shopping anyway. Here, write whatever junk you think we should eat at our movie night." He handed Kurt a notebook off the fridge and scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, crunching down.

Kurt looked skeptical, yet excited – his one eyebrow raised a tad and a sly smile on his lips. "I want popcorn."

"Then add popcorn."

"And coke."

Blaine grinned, "I like coke."

"No you don't, Blaine," grinned Kurt and wrote down Fanta instead.

"Maybe not, but you do and that's what counts. Anyway," he continued, before Kurt could object even further, "I was thinking we could rent those Nicholas Stark movies."

"Spark," corrected Kurt, "and sure. I like those." He paused his writings for a minute, before he once again looked up. "What should I cook for your parents tonight?"

"I don't know," shrugged Blaine, not finding that question to have great value. "Just cook whatever, they'll love it either way. Anthony wants hotdogs, though. He always wants hotdogs. But the rest of us will be happy as long as there's food on the table."

Kurt kept his head cast down, his eyes glued to the paper and his pencil barely touching the block. "I know, it's just- it's the first time I've seen your mother since I became pregnant."

"What are you so worried about?" Blaine filled his mouth with yet another mouthful of cereal, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, when a line of milk ran down.

The older male nibbled his lip, "I don't know. I just.. I don't want her to be disappointed."

Blaine swallowed hard. "Why would she be disappointed? You're carrying her grandchildren- Kurt, that woman will love you forever and I'm sure she wouldn't judge you for whatever you're afraid that she will." He placed the bowl on the counter, and took a step closer to Kurt, braiding his fingers with Kurt's. "Why do you think that you've disappointed her?"

"Because of what happened." It came out weak, Kurt's voice suddenly deeper than usual.

"The incident?" Kurt nodded, "honey, come here." He pulled Kurt into a hug, enchanted by the smell of Kurt's vanilla aroma. "You've got nothing to worry about, okay? My mother would never be disappointed in you, never. And what happened was out of your reach, and she knows that. She's just glad that you and the babies are all right."

Kurt didn't answer that, instead he embraced the hug and let his fiancé sooth him with his comforting words. "Maybe."

"Look," Blaine said when they pulled away from each other. "I know that my mom and I aren't exactly Lorelei and Rory with each other, but she would never -could never- be disappointed in you. You mean a lot to her, Kurt."

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"I'll get that," Blaine said hurriedly, placing the last plate on the table. "Could you set the rest of the table, please?"

"Sure," said Kurt and walked into the kitchen to get the rest of the glasses and serviettes. He could hear heartfelt greetings in the hallway, and forced himself to hurry with the table-setting. Just as he placed the last napkin on the table, he heard a happy Kurt! from behind him. He turned around with a smile, his arms already outstretched. "Anthony!"

The little four-year-old ran towards Kurt, his arms extended as well, but was firmly stopped by his mother. "Anthony Cooper!" cried a young brunette, entering the dining room with haste steps. "What did mommy tell you?"

"Not to run in the house," mumbled an embarrassed Anthony.

"And?"

The young boy looked up, his face scrunched deep in thoughts and his tongue sticking out between his thin lips. "Oh," he exclaimed happily, "and take it easy with Kurt."

Anna-Louise nodded, her pony-tail swaying from side to side. "That's right."

Anthony proceeded to greet Kurt, more carefully this time, wrapping his small arms around Kurt's legs. Normally Kurt would've bent down and lifted Anthony into the hug, but his energy was running low and his back was killing him. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

When the little boy let go of Kurt, the older man found himself being pulled into another hug, this time by his lovely friend and sister-in-law to-be, Anna-Louise. He crunched in towards the smaller woman – it had been too long since they'd last seen each other, but both had been busy, not only with their separate careers, but also with moving and just living their own lives. "It's good to see you, Kurt."

"You too, Al," replied Kurt with a small tear in his eyes.

"And look at you," Anna-Louise pulled Kurt an arm-length away, her eyes immediately falling to his growing abdomen. "You're so huge. It's so weird, the last time we saw each other you were barely showing and now you look like you've downed two watermelons."

Kurt grinned at that, and soon after Anna-Louise was pushed aside, and Kurt was pulled into hug by both Cooper and Tony Anderson, but also Tony's ex-wife, Donna.

"What's for dinner?" asked Anthony after a while, making the adults laugh. Kurt sighed happily, leaning into Blaine's embrace. It felt good to laugh a little after their hectic start of their pregnancy. He only hoped that their laughter would continue.

A small ring brought everyone out of their happy thoughts, and Kurt gestured for everyone to take a seat and he'd return momentarily with dinner. "No, sweetie," Blaine protested. "Sit down, I'll serve the guests." He knew that Kurt would protest, so he added, "like doctor Hale requested," which silenced Kurt's unspoken words of objection.

"Blaine, honey," Donna Anderson said with a frowning lip. "The pasta hasn't been cooked long enough."

Blaine sighed, foiled by his mother's antics. He loved his mother, dearly – but sometimes she was just too frustrating. "They're cooked like it said on the package, which is eight minutes. I added another twenty seconds just for good measure."

"I like your pasta, Blaine," mumbled Anthony from his seat, to which Blaine could only smile sadly. Especially considering that it was a hotdog laying on is nephew's plate.

"Well, I still think they're undercooked," huffed Donna, before scooping in another fork rolled with spaghetti and a meatball on the tip. "And don't think that you can talk back to me like that."

Blaine put the fork down forcefully – he knew that it would come to this. "I don't, mother"

"Donna, please-" said Tony, but he was cut off too soon by his ex-wife.

"No, Anthony," she growled, using her former husband's full first name. "You always let the boys behave like baboons, talking to people however they want to. Being disrespectful."

Cooper and Anna-Louise chose to stay out of the conversation, as did Kurt. Although this was a common event during family dinners, he still felt awkward and out-of-place whenever a family feud occurred, especially between the Andersons. He squinted towards the married couple and could see that it affected them just as much as it did him. Anthony, however, seemed to be taken it the hardest. "You done, Anthony?" Kurt asked in a hushed voice, trying to lead the young child's attention away from the arguing family members. It worked, and the small boy turned his head towards Kurt and nodded. "Why don't you go watch some TV. Blaine and I went DVD shopping today, and we even bought a movie about dinosaurs!" He raised his voice a bit, trying to excite the boy and smiled when Anthony thanked Kurt for dinner -polite as ever- and rushed towards the living-room. Kurt sighed in relief and turned his attention back to Blaine and his mother.

"I've lived for fifty-seven years, Blaine – I think I know a little something about cooking."

"Sure," argued the son back, his meal long forgotten. "But Kurt has cooked for a long time as well, and he showed me a new way to mix the ingredients for meatballs and I think that these are just as good as the ones you make."

Donna shook her head, and even though her movements were swift, her styled hair didn't butch – glued to its form by too much hairspray. "I'm not saying that they aren't, but when you serve Italian food, you ought to be following the Italian recipe."

"Mother please-"

"Don't use that tone with me!" pointed Donna with her index-finger.

Blaine groaned, but kept his tongue. Instead he let his father take over the discussion as he rose from the table and gathered everyone's plates. He entered the kitchen and with a clatter he placed the dirty dishes in the sink. He could feel movements beside him, instantly knowing that it was Kurt. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," shrugged Kurt. "Your family is crazy, but they're still your family."

With a sigh, Blaine acknowledge that, but he couldn't help adding, "and I love them, I do. I just wish that mother wouldn't be so pathetic."

Kurt wrapped an arm around his fiance's shoulder placing his head comfortably against his pointy shoulder. "She's not pathetic, she's just- she wants what's best for you, but she also wants to carry through traditions. But the important thing is that she loves you."

"I know."

Kurt waited a good second before pulling away, padding Blaine's shoulder. "Go out there and reconcile." With a peck on the lips, Blaine did just that.

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Aaand there you have it – I want to say thank you to gottriplets, who's been a HUGE inspiration to me and who's answered all of my questions regarding pregnancy with multiples. She's a warrior that one!

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