A/N: Hi guys – here's a slightly serious chapter. A lot of tears (in both parts of the chapter), but I feel as if Kurt's in a very emotional state of his pregnancy. Also, this is the last chapter before we find out the genders of the bebes. ARE WE EXCITED OR WHAT? I know I am! Enjoy!

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Week 16

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Chapter Eleven

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Kurt found Blaine on the edge of their king-sized bed, clutching a cellphone in his hands, when he emerged back from the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow, when he noticed that said cellphone was his. "Blaine?" he asked hesitantly, stopping in his tracks by the door. He grabbed on to the door frame, steadying himself. "What are you doing with my phone?"

"You've got a text," was what Blaine chose to say. He didn't look up. Instead he flipped the phone over and unlocked it -the switch sound of an iPhone sounding across the bedroom, and found the messages. He took a deep breath and handed the phone over to Kurt.

The older male took an apprehensive step closer, his eyebrow still high as he leaned down to read the message. He lowered his eyebrow quickly into a frown, feeling a deep pink blush cover his neck. "Oh," he said, his eyes scanning the words over and over again. He didn't know what else to say. Exhaling deeply, he took another step closer. "Look Bee, I can explain-"

"Explain what, Kurt?" exploded Blaine, finally looking up at the standing man. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and he could feel his nose clucking. When Kurt didn't say anything else, he shook his head and laughed -unbelieving to their situation. "How could you do this to me? To us?"

Kurt's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, feeling mute for any words. "Blaine, I-" he stuttered, but cut himself off.

Blaine took over, when Kurt didn't seem to continue. "I never believed you to be a cheater." He threw the cellphone on the bed, raising from it as he did so and moved away from the gaping male. He huffed, pulling his shoulder. He didn't know what to do with himself, and settled for folding his arms around himself, protectingly. Behind him he could hear Kurt's barefoot footsteps smack against the wooden attic floor, moving towards the bed, and wanting to create more distance between the two of them, Blaine walked over towards their closet.

Kurt stopped by the foot of the bed, feeling heavy in his entire body. Cheater? He forced himself to bend down and snatch his phone from the bed, before he turned towards his younger lover. Confusion and hurt clear on his face, "I didn't cheat." He tried to remain calm, but it was hard.

"Right," Blaine said, having a harder times remaining calm. He'd thrown open the closet-door, and was grabbing whatever shirt came to hand and pulled them from their hangers. Each time he did so, he threw them behind him on the bed. He paused, panting heavily while hanging onto one last shirt. Without missing a beat, "so you didn't kiss him?"

Kurt's answer was quick. "No." His eyes moved back and forth between Blaine and the disheveled clothing items on the bed.

The curly-haired man pressed his lips together tightly, small wrinkles forming around his mouth. With his back still facing Kurt, he whispered his next questions. "So you guys didn't kiss? Ashley was lying?"

"No but-"

"So you lied then?" Blaine turned around on his heels, his voice high and agitated. "You just said that you guys didn't kiss?" He was shaking from top to toe, anger souring through his entire being. He'd never felt more betrayed, more hurt than he did now. He was angry at Kurt, for cheating on him, at Ashley for ruining everything. But mostly he was angry with himself. He'd let this happen; had he not worked as much as he'd done those first weeks of their pregnancy, then Kurt wouldn't have felt so lonely. Lonely enough to go about kissing other people.

Kurt was shaking too, but for entirely different reasons. He could feel his heart pumping a few hundred beats per minute, thumping against his ribcage. It was uncomfortable, and he needed to sit down. Without aim he swung his hands behind him, searching for solid material. He found their bed and sat down, light-headed. "I- I didn't cheat," he said again, his voice trembling. "Please Blaine," he looked up, his eyes pleading for Blaine to believe him. "I didn't cheat."

Blaine, however, didn't listen. He'd found their old duffel-bag above the dresser, and he carelessly threw his shirts and trousers into it, occasionally adding a pair of briefs and socks. Shaking his head he zipped the bag, and only when it was closed did he look up. During this commotion he'd let the tears fall freely, wetting his cheeks and upper lip.

"Blaine, please -you're wrinkling your shirts!" As soon as he'd spoken the words, he cringed.

Blaine looked aghast. "I don't care, Kurt. I don't care about my Armani-shirts or my Marc Jacobs-pants. I just-" he paused, realization kicking in. "I need to get out of here."

"N-no," trembled Kurt, still sitting on the bed. His eyes fogged over and became slightly unfocused. Blaine was leaving him?

Blaine let another tear fall from his eyes at the sight of Kurt. "I can't Kurt," he said, sounding absolutely devastated, "I don't know what to do."

"Then don't go." Kurt got up again, walking around the bed and standing next to Blaine. He flinched when he felt the younger male tense, but he didn't let go. He needed Blaine to understand. "Please Blaine, let me explain."

Blaine shook his head, "I need time to think."

"Blaine, ple-"

"I can't look at you right now, Kurt. Don't you get that?"

Kurt shook his head frantically, clutching onto Blaine's arm tightly. It was hard to do so with sweaty fingers, and he slipped a few times, but managed to hold onto Blaine. "No, I don't – Blaine, listen. I didn't cheat on you."

"You kissed another man, Kurt. That's cheating!"

The pregnant man paused, his eyes wide. "No," he finally whispered, realization finally kicking in. "I didn't kiss him."

Blaine was moving about, trying to loose Kurt from his arm. His fiancé was making this so much harder for him. He couldn't think straight, and all he wanted was for Cooper to take him in his arms and comfort him. Tell him that he was overreacting and that everything wou- "What?"

"I-I didn't kiss Ashley." He stood tall in front of Blaine, eyes slightly cast downwards in order to look into Blaine's eyes. He tried to portray as much sincerity as he could muster, but it was hard for him to limn any other emotion than sadness. He clicked his tongue, trying to form the right words. "We were at the park," he said in a hushed voice, his eyes flickering all over Blaine's face, trying to detect anything from him. "Ashley he.. he told me that he was in love with me."

At that Blaine's facial expression did a one-eighty. He paled, almost to the point of being even lighter than Kurt in skin-tone. "Oh God."

"I told him that he was foolish of course, but he-" he stopped himself, closing his eyes at the memory. He could feel the burn from the sun against his exposed skin still, as he remembered what had happened that day. "I'm sorry," he broke, hulking softly. "When he leaned in and kissed me, I should've pushed him away. I should've done something, but I didn't."

Blaine's heart was swelling. This was definitely not what he'd expected Kurt to say, and he felt bad for the reaction he'd had earlier. He felt horrible, to tell the truth. This always happened -Kurt would do something Blaine didn't approve off and the younger of the two would blow up, yell curse-words here and there before the taller male would have a chance to explain what or why. "Why didn't you say no?"

"I don't know." Kurt was some-what honest in that answer. He did know, to a depth, why he hadn't back away from the kiss. He'd missed kissing, he'd missed being intimate with someone. So much, in fact, that he'd allowed what had happened to happen. But he'd also known that he should've stopped it. That it was wrong for him to even feel somewhat good about it. "I just... I can't explain myself in that fashion." He looked up, still with widened eyes, pleadingly so. "Blaine, I'm sor-"

The curly-haired man shook his head. "Don't be." With trembling hands he let go of the duffel-bag, let it fall to the ground with a thud and opened his arms. Kurt immediately embraced Blaine, hugging him tightly. He felt relieved beyond borders- this could've ended catastrophically, but they'd managed to survive. "We've both acted like idiots. Just next time, please tell me okay?"

"M'kay," nodded Kurt into Blaine's white wife-beater, for once not caring if he was ruining the younger man's shirt with his tears and snot.

"When was it?"

Those three words made Kurt's heart stop for a beat or two. Of course Blaine wanted to know when it had happened. He couldn't tell Blaine. He could imagine his reaction when he found out, especially since the young assistant hadn't accompanied Kurt to the hospital. Blaine would beat his silly little butt back to what-ever European country the younger blond-haired assistant came from. But he also couldn't lie to Blaine. "May twenty-eight," he whispered into the white cotton shirt.

Blaine tensed. With a hitch he gulped down the air in his mouth, swallowing hard. "Was he the cause of-?"

"No, maybe," said Kurt. "Doctor Hale said that it was a mixture of a lot of stuff -stress, work and such. Ashley kissing me was just the drop to make the water overflow." He pulled away from the hug. "Please Blaine, don't get mad at Ash."

Blaine breathed heavily through his nose. He had to, otherwise he couldn't contain himself. He felt like screaming and growling and ripping his hair out. He needed to kick something, anything. "Okay," he said after a good ten seconds silence. "I just- I don't want to see him, ever."

"Sure."

"And," he continued. "I don't want you to be alone with him."

"What? Blaine, he's my assistant. You can't just go around dictating my every move."

Blaine sighed, "I know." He couldn't demand such things of Kurt. "I just don't want him to think that he can ago about kissing you."

"And he won't Blaine, I promise. Look, I'll call him right now to tell him." Kurt turned his head from side to side, searching for the discarded phone, he'd thrown somewhere.

Blaine stilled him with his hands, clutching his fiancé's bare shoulders. "It's okay. I believe you. Let's just- I'm hungry."

The taller male smiled, biting his lip as he did so. "Me too."

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week 18

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"You're so weird," grinned Kurt, holding his forming stomach as he laughed at his father's antics. It had been a long time since he'd last spoken with his father over Skype. The older man had been busy, and although both of the Hummels were saddened that they hadn't been able to meet during Kurt's pregnancy, they both knew that it had been impossible. Burt was always traveling, one day he was in Washington, another he was in San Fran – talking about homosexuals and their role on their modern society, and he still had to keep his shop running. When they'd both quieted down from their high, they smiled at each other. "I miss you."

"And you bet I do you too," Burt said, tucking his cap. "Carole's a mess as well. She's been decorating the old office room into a nursery."

Kurt smiled, though not a sincere one. It felt -hard, talking about the babies, and it was a subject which Kurt tried to avoid. "Great," he managed to press forth, the smile never faltering. "Hey, how's-"

"No, no," Burt grumbled, a sudden face of seriousness crossing his features. He crossed his arms over the protruding stomach of his own -rounded for entirely different reasons, staring his son down. "I ain't Skyping with my kid so he can just change subjects on me. Now tell me about my grandkids."

They stared into each other's eyes, but in the end it was Kurt who broke the contact and looked away. "They're fine," he mumbled. His hands went to rest on his stomach automatically, while he worried his lower lip with his teeth.

"Hey hey, none of that," Burt pointed out over webcam. "Didn't that man of yours tell you to not bite your lip?"

Kurt nodded. "He did, didn't he?"

"You betcha he did. Now, tell me – when's your next doctor's appointment?"

"I have one tomorrow – just a normal check-up, high-risk pregnancy and all, but the next one including sonograms is.." Narrowing his eyes in concentrations, Kurt tried to remember the date. He came up blank and shrugged. "Not entirely sure," he said, quickly continuing talking when he saw Burt roll his eyes. "But sometime in two weeks. Thursday, I think."

"Okay, Thursday in two weeks. I expect to get a fully detailed report from both you and Blaine when you've been, including sonograms of each and every little baby Hummel-Anderson. That's your twentieth week check-up, right" Kurt nodded. "I want to know how many of each you're having."

"You'll be the first to know," Kurt said with a soft sigh. He pressed his lips together, looking off to the side awkwardly.

"Hey," Burt said, trying to gain the attention of his expecting son. This was an entirely different attitude he was seeing in his son, and it wasn't a good change. "The last time we Skyped, you were ready to buy the entire Kids 'R Us chain. What happened?"

Kurt shook his head, "nothing." He tried to sound clueless, but he knew exactly what his father meant. Blowing air through his lips in a whistling sound, he turned back towards his father, facing the older man. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. It was hard explaining something to another person, when he wasn't entirely sure what was the matter himself. He searched for words, but came up with only one sentence. "I'm scared, daddy."

"Of what, kiddo?"

"I don't know," Kurt whispered, almost too low for Burt to hear it. "I just, talking about the babies is too soon. Blaine wants to buy cribs and clothes already, and I just- it's too soon."

"Kiddo, the babies will be here within a few months. It's never too soon to buy cribs."

"But what if they won't, dad?" cried Kurt, tears stinging his eyes. He shook his head in frustration, swallowing a clutter of saliva in his mouth. Right now he was glad that Blaine was in Manhattan, helping Cooper with a tough case involving the murders of four young girls, so that he couldn't see his breakdown. "What if we buy all this stuff for the babies, and something goes wrong? I can't go home to an empty crib!"

Burt took off his cap, rubbing his balding head with a cold hand. Putting the cap back on, he took a deep breath. "It's that kind of scared. Your mother had that kind of scared too."

"What did she do?" mumbled Kurt. He sniffled, and the young man reached up to rub his nose with the back of his shirt. His lips were quivering, almost non-controllable, but it was undetectable through the blurred webcam.

Burt gave Kurt a soft smile. It wasn't often that Kurt and he talked about Francesca, but those little moments, when his young boy would open up and ask questions, where moments he cherished. He remembered when he used to talk about his late wife with Kurt all the time; explaining to the young boy how his mother used to smell like daisies on a rainy summer-day, and how her laughter was like music to his ears. He was real cheesy in his descriptions on Franny, but it was the only way to describe her. "She believed."

"In what?" The way Kurt changed posture reminded Burt that Kurt, even-though he was an expectant father and therefore clearly sexually active, still was a small child. His small child, and now Kurt was seeking guidance from him.

He lifted is hands from his belly, and turned his head slightly to the side. "She believed in you. That she was meant to have you, and that you were strong enough to fight whatever challenges you'd meet."

Tears blurred Kurt's eyes even more, and he tried to blink them away. "But," he said, hiccuping before he could continue. "My kids will face obstacles even tougher than anyone I've ever known. Even with the will to survive, it's hard when the environment you're in is against you."

"Just like the challenges you've faced, isn't it Kurt?" He could see the redness of Kurt's cheek forming, and his lips swelling from the crying. It was a sight he hated- especially since he wasn't there to hug his boy close and comfort him. All he could do was talk, and he wasn't that good with words. Never had been, but right now that was all he had. "You've lived in a world I cannot imagine, kiddo, and you survived that. If these babies of yours are anywhere near as tough as you, then I believe that they'll pull through." His smile fell slightly, and he moved his head again, looking down at his fingers. He folded them in front of him, rubbing one thumb against the matching one. "Yes, realistically speaking then there's a risk that one or more of your babies won't make it. But their chances of surviving decrease if their own father doesn't believe in them."

Kurt remained quiet during his father's speech, occasionally sniffling or hiccuping. When he was done, the older Hummel nodded to Kurt, asking if he'd talked to Blaine about his worried. "No," Kurt said, shaking his head. "He's so happy, dad and I'm just not."

"I know, but Kurt-" he moved closer to the webcam, staring his young boy down. "Your mother wasn't the only one who's scared. Those first few weeks after she told me that I was going to be a father – I was freaking out. Of course, as the months flew by I got more used with the idea, but I was still a worried wreck. Look, my point is that Blaine's probably as scared and nervous about your children' arrival as you are."

Nibbling his lip with his teeth, Kurt let go of the swollen lip and asked his dad, "do you really think so?"

"No. I know so."

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Blaine pulled up into their driveway, feeling exhausted. His brother's case was a tough one this time. Emotionally Blaine didn't know how to handle cases like these -they never trained them how to in law-school. He swiped away a run-a-loose curl from his forehead and secured it next to the rest of his gelled-down curls. It didn't matter anyway, he though to himself. He wasn't at work anymore.

He grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat and exited the car.

Beep beep.

He locked the car automatically and went to the front door, unlocking with tired hands. He would have to tell Kurt that Cooper needed him tomorrow as well. The older brother was tired and exhausted, having worked night and day with this case. Cooper believed his client to be guilty and therefore had a hard time defending him, but something about the evidence told Blaine otherwise. He rubbed his tired eyes, gnugging them softly as he placed the keys on the counter and turned the lights in the hallway on. "Kurt," he called out, not expecting an answer immediately. "I'm home."

This time he expected an answer, but when no came, he lifted his left hand and looked at the Rolex.

Nine-thirty-two.

Kurt shouldn't be sleeping yet, but it was hard to tell. Somedays the older male fell asleep at seven, and other times he was awake half the night. He took off his shoes, 'aah'-ing at the chilly feeling and headed towards the stairs. When he reached the second floor he paused, sighting lights from one of the children's rooms. He walked towards the door with caution and opened it.

Inside he found Kurt with paint patterns all over him -his face, clothes and even a clunk of paint had found its way into his neatly coiffed hair. "Kurt?" he said, amusement and surprise in his voice.

Kurt spun around, a paintbrush still in his hand. "Oh," he said, his voice equalling the surprise in Blaine's. "You're home early."

"Early? Kurt, its half past nine."

"Really?" Kurt said, but didn't do anything to verify Blaine's statement. "Times fly sometimes, huh," he chuckled. He threw the paintbrush on the floor and stepped away from the spot he'd been standing. With an awkward gesture, he pointed towards the beige-painted walls. "What do you think?"

Blaine looked around, taking in the work Kurt had done to the room. The previously white walls had been painted light beige, bringing life into its otherwise chilly space. "I like it," he smiled, walking over to Kurt and grabbed him around his hips. Kurt protested, claiming that he was still wet from pain, but Blaine didn't care. "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt said, and leaned down to kiss Blaine fully on the lips. When they broke apart, Kurt licked his lips and chuckled when he tasted coffee. "I've got another surprise."

"Oh," Blaine said, shock evident in his voice. He hadn't been gone for long, a few hours at most, and yet Kurt had managed to paint the entire room all by himself. "You've painted the other baby-room?"

Kurt shrugged, "that too, but that's not the surprise." He took Blaine's hand and left the room, walking across the hall into the other baby-room. He stopped when he placed his hand on the door-knob, turning around towards Blaine. "Close your eyes." Blaine chuckled, but did as Kurt told him to. He could hear the silent screeching of a door opening, excited for whatever it was Kurt was hiding in there. He could feel his fiancé pull him along as they entered the room and it got harder to keep his eyes closed. When Kurt finally told him he could open his eyes, he felt shock and love fill him up. Kurt had decorated the room with the same beige color as the other room, but underneath each window stood three small cribs. "The ones I showed you," he pointed towards the white cribs.

"The ones you showed me," Kurt nodded.

"But how did you manage to do all of this by yourself?"

"I wasn't alone," he said, moving in to fold an arm around Blaine's waist. He tilted his head and rested it against Blaine's lower shoulder, feeling at ease. It had felt so good decorating the room and buying the cribs. "Finn and Kenneth helped me."

"Did they bring along their girlfriends?" Blaine could imagine the bitching Rachel and Jessica would create, and was therefore surprised when Kurt nodded. "Wow."

Huffing softly, Kurt agreed. "You tell me." He looked down at Blaine and kissed his forehead lovingly. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed." The walked out of the room hand in hand, swaying their arms in symbiosis.

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I promised someone that I would post this today and it was THIS close to be a lie! First, I woke up and it was the middle of the day. And I was like – where'd the day go? My mom and I then decided to go to the beach, which failed bigtime, since it started raining the moment we parked by the beach. Oh well, we waited it out – 5min – and then went to the beach. When we came home, we both fell asleep and slept until like 7 pm, and then I woke up, opened my computer and realized that I had only written 1 page of this! Then finally, after many hours of just writing writing writing, I was proud to say that I was done and guess what the happened. The internet died. OMFG! But it's all right now, everythng is fine. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I am not tired at all and here's a new chapter of Twenty-Four Months.

Please review guys – I got an amazing amount of reviews on the last chapter and I would love it if I could top that amount with this one ;) Thanks again for reading!

Simone