A/N: So this is based off of some doodles I doodled during my history class today. I'm clearly a good student. IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE. But yeah. Daddy!Klaine. Love you all my dears, I hope you like it!
"I don't want a baby brother!" exclaimed Betsy, stomping her foot. "It's Papa and Daddy and Betsy and no baby."
Blaine sighed. "Betsy, sweetheart, you were all for this six months ago when we started talking about this And for the six months since it's been all you've been talking about – in a good way." He paused to yawn. "Just because Miss Keller is taking a long time to have your little brother doesn't mean that he's going to be bad."
"If he's always going to be late then we can't have him," grumbled Betsy, frowning at her fathers. "We can't have a late person in the family."
Kurt felt himself begin to laugh. "Betsy, it's not his fault that he's taking a while to be born."
"But I don't want him."
"Yes you do, sweetheart," said Blaine, pulling her into his lap. "What's this really about?"
"Nothing, Daddy," she replied to Blaine, "don't want another baby."
Kurt stood up from his seat and kneeled in front of Betsy, taking one of her hands and one of Blaine's in his. "Betsy," he said in an authoritative yet kind voice, "please tell us."
"You won't love me as much anymore," murmured Betsy, the stern face faltering.
Kurt and Blaine's jaws dropped as the two of them met each other's eyes. A silent moment passed between the two of them – neither had any clue where this was coming from.
"Elizabeth Anne Hummel-Anderson," began Kurt, "where on earth would you get an idea like that?"
She fidgeted in Blaine's lap, trying to get away from her Daddy's strong grip, and refused to look into her Papa's blue eyes. She grumbled something Kurt and Blaine couldn't hear.
"Betsy, sweetie, please," said Kurt quietly, "why on earth would you think that?"
Her bottom lip trembled. "Some bigger boys at school told me that no one loved me and I was a mistake." She was beginning to cry softly. "They said I had two daddies because my real mommy and daddy didn't love me and that you guys were the ones who would take me." She started crying harder, pressing her fists into her eyes. "You guys are gonna love my brother more and give me up like my mommy did. But I love you guys because you're my Daddy and Papa and I don't want another baby to take you away from me!"
Blaine and Kurt sighed in tandem. "Betsy, that's just silly," said Kurt, moving to the seat next to his daughter and Blaine. "You know that your Daddy and I will love you from the ends of the earth to the edge of the universe and back. Forever and ever, infinity plus one. Right?"
"But what if the new baby takes up more of your heart than I do?" said a frowning Betsy. "Daddy already has your heart, I heard you say that."
"Daddy may have his heart," began Blaine, "but you fill it. And you know what happens when the new baby comes along?" Betsy shook her head. "His heart will grow and change and have enough room for all three of us." Blaine touched Betsy on the nose. "And my heart with have room for the three of you as well. All of you."
"You won't stop loving me?"
"You couldn't pay me in a million cakes to stop loving you," said Kurt, giving his daughter a warm smile.
Betsy sniffled, nodding a little bit. "Okay," she murmured. She paused for a little bit, refusing to meet either of her fathers' eyes. "I told a fib. I do want my brother. Do I get in trouble for lying?"
Blaine shook his head. "Of course not."
"And I'm a big girl," said Betsy, "so don't tell anyone I cried. Four year olds don't cry."
"Crying doesn't mean you're not a big girl," said Kurt. "Your Daddy's cried so much in the past few days."
Blaine gasped theatrically and poked Kurt in the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, but I do believe you cried when we watched When Harry Met Sally the other day."
A moment passed between them as Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand. "Yes," said Kurt softly, "but that's for a whole different reason."
Betsy looked from her Daddy to her Papa, and frowned. "Are you guys getting all mushy gushy again?" she complained. "Geeze Louise, save that for when I'm at preschool."
The two men burst into laughter, and were still laughing as the nurse came out and said, "Katie Keller is ready to see you now."
The small family walked into the room after donning the hospital clothing, Blaine holding Betsy away from the birth so she wouldn't get too squeamish from the blood, but Kurt went to hold Katie's hand.
"You ready?" he asked, smiling down at her.
She nodded. "I'm so glad I found the two of you," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as another contraction started. "If I can barely handle childbirth, I could never be a mom at 17."
"Hey," said Kurt softly. "You're doing great."
She managed a smile, and their eyes locked until the doctor said. "Katie, I need you to push now."
It was another two minutes before Kurt and Blaine's son was born, and they had absolutely no problem allowing Katie to hold him for a few moments.
"He's perfect," said Katie, choking on her tears. "And…And he deserves the best parents. He deserves you two. I trust you guys." Katie pressed a final kiss to the little boy's head and held him out to Kurt, who took the young boy in his arms with the same amount of nervousness he felt when he first held Betsy all those years ago.
"Oh, he's so perfect," breathed Kurt, "hi, baby."
"I like him," declared Betsy after a few moments of looking at her new brother. "He can stay."
Blaine and Kurt had tears in their eyes as they realized: in that moment they had their family. They knew at that very instant their family was complete. Kurt, Blaine, Betsy and –
"What's my brother's name?" asked Betsy. "He needs a name if he's going to stay."
After the papers were signed and all the protocol had been completed and all the rules had been followed, the three of them were still faced with the problem: the new baby, or "my brother" as he was being referred to by Betsy, needed a name.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. "His middle name can be Burt," said Kurt, looking down at the baby. "He's not quite right for a Burt."
"And naming him after my dad's not really a plan," said Blaine quietly.
"Jackson," stated Betsy, nodding.
"What?" Blaine asked, giving his daughter a confused look.
"I like that name," she said, shrugging. "There's a nice boy named Jackson in my favorite book. I like that name."
Blaine and Kurt exchanged a look, glancing down at the baby still in Kurt's arms. "Jackson Burt Hummel-Anderson," pronounced Kurt. "I like it."
"I really like it," added Blaine. "Jackson. Kurt, Blaine, Betsy and Jackson."
"Our family," said Kurt, getting a little choked up again."
"His name is Jackson," said Betsy authoritatively to the adoption agent, "you can write that down right there."
The three adults burst into laughter as Betsy just folded her arms where she was perched in Blaine's arms and asked, "what's so funny? What did I do?"