Meet the Hummelberry Baby

Setting: The first time the Family meet Blaine

Summary: In which Blaine meets the 'HummelBerry baby'

SCOOBIES 101

"The HummelBerry Baby"

"Hey, Blaine, Kurt's told us loads about you." Santana grinned in a predatory manner at the dapper looking prep schoolboy.

"Um, hello." Blaine looked between the three girls opposite to him in the booth. "It's Santana, right?"

"Yep." She leaned in, watching the younger boy squirm in his seat.

"And I'm Brittany." Brittany grinned at him - this one much nicer than her girlfriend's. "This is Rachie."

Blaine let out a sigh of relief at the familiar face of the 'calm' girl he met previously. "Rachel, I know." He returned the smile she gave him. "It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise." Rachel said.

The booth they were in was filled with silence and the awkwardness was suffocating the Warbler lead. He gave a cough or two, but Santana just raised an eyebrow at him while Brittany asked him if he needed a cough drop but she ran out since her cat was using it as some sort of 'drug'. He looked at Rachel for help, but she just eyed him analytically.

"Um, uh, have you three ordered anything yet?" He asked, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Oh, we've already eaten." Rachel said. "But I'm sure San would love another round of breadsticks if you're offering."

"I can hear the underlying offer." Santana didn't even ask him as she raised a hand to call for the waiter and ordered herself some 'sticks.

"I'll have a lemon iced tea – three ice, two sugar cubes. Please and thank you." Rachel added.

"I want breadsticks, too." Brittany joined, raising her hand for effect.

When the waiter turned to him, he looked down at the menu and just stuttered a reply. He pointed at a picture that looked adequate enough. "Um, I, uh, I'll just get one of this."

He looked up at the three girls. Each one of them wore a smile – a predatory grin (Santana), a hyperactive grin (Brittany), and an amused smile (Rachel).

He knew immediately they were planning something – possibly his death.

"Thanks for the treat, Frodo." Santana said, smirking back at him.

"Breadsticks tastes yummier if the money that pays it comes from someone else's pocket." Brittany nodded wisely.

Rachel didn't speak. She just gave him a, 'just take it in, buddy' smile. And he knew Rachel knew her friends better than he did. So he took it in.

"By the way, we didn't get to 'talk' like we're supposed to." Santana looked at him, her face set in a look that would make a great cover for a 'torture 101' manual. "So, let's talk."

Blaine's face had gone white. He looked at Brittany's face, which looked so weird without her grin and with a determined frown, and Rachel's 'sorry, bud, I can't help you' face. He gulped and straightened his back. "Of course."

"Not here, though." It was Rachel who interjected. "Really, it's a little too… I don't know. Whatever. We can have some friendly chat in my house." She gave Santana a side-glare when the buxom cheerleader looked like she wanted to argue.

"Yay! Ray's house." Brittany stood up from the booth and grabbed Santana with her. "Let's go, San. We can talk later."

"We'll meet you there, Samgee." Santana motioned to Rachel.

Blaine slumped in his seat once Santana and Brittany walked out of their hearing point. "Thank you." He told her.

"I only gave you probably half an hour, maybe less. You should do your speech in the car." She told him.

"Still… thank you." He breathed out, looking at Rachel as if she was an angel from above.

She laughed. "Come on, bud, let's go. San and Brit will be driving in San's car. You can follow me on mine."

"Uh, actually, I didn't bring my car." He told her.

"Well," She bit her lower lip, looking unsure. "You can ride with me."

"Thanks, Rach."

"Mhmm… I'll introduce you to Gracie." She told him as they maneuvered out of the restaurant.

"Gracie?" He asked her.

"My baby girl. She's named after Grace Kelly." Rachel spoke as if there wasn't anything wrong with what she said.

But for Blaine, it was another matter entirely. Kurt had told him some of the ala soap opera drama in McKinley. One of the New Direction's girls was pregnant just last year. Did he mean Rachel?

"Your baby girl?" He asked, trying to make her clarify.

"Well, mine and Kurt's baby girl." She nodded. "Kurt hates it when I try to claim her as just mine. Apparently, he helped make Gracie too."

Blaine's eyes grew wide and he sputtered out. "W-what!?"

Rachel stopped. She cocked her head to the side and watched him cough and stutter. "Hm?"

"Y-you a-a-and KURT? The two of you…. you two… w-what?" He kept stuttering, his eyes growing wider with every syllable and his index finger pointing at her and at nothing and back again.

"Oh? Gracie? Well, she really wasn't planned." Blaine was hyperventilating with every word that passed her lips. "And Kurt being the one to… well, you know. It was really a surprise. But it's a nice surprise, you know."

Blaine wanted to pass out. He could hardly breathe. He knew that Kurt went to have a 'Butch' phase sometime around last year or something, but he didn't knew that it was Kurt who got Rachel PREGNANT!

"Excuse me?" Rachel looked at him and he just realized he spoke outloud. "Um, Kurt got me pregnant?" There was a pause before Rachel began to crack up. "Oh my! Hahaha!" She bent over, trying to get her bearing. He could hear her throw in words like 'Kurt' 'Me' and 'Holy Mother of Broaway'.

Blaine didn't know what to feel. He just stared at the girl he considered as his (as she proudly exclaimed the first time they met) fellow Hobbit with flabbergast. He watched her as she huffed and panted. She just looked at his face and she began to crack up again.

It was five minutes later and people were looking at the two of them weirdly that he decided that, yes, even Rachel Barbra Berry (and yes, she does need the full name) needed to breath. He grabbed her by the shoulder and told her to stop laughing. She seemed to try to stop. She tried to do breathing but the amused grin never left her face.

"What?" He asked her.

She breathed a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry." She bit back another round of giggles. "It's just that… the simple thought is enough to crack me."

"W-what?" He blinked, not sure what she was getting at.

"I wsn't the one who got pregnant. And Kurt – I love him and all, but I know for a fact that he'd sooner barf or burn his Armani suit than kiss – let alone touch a girl." She swallowed another round of snickers.

"B-but… G-Gracie?" He stuttered out.

Rachel just laughed and dragged him towards a car. No. It wasn't just a car. It was a very beautiful black Chevy Impala.

"Year '67. It's an old model." Rachel said. "My Daddy bought her from an old shop – Mr. Hummel and Kurt made her all new. They even added one of the best motor in her so I can go the fastest I want."

"T-this is Gracie?" He stuttered.

She gave an annoyed sound behind her throat and said, "She's Gracie. Kurt takes pride in her, you know."

As he looked at the immaculate paint job, it barely looked like it was really an old model. When he entered it, the car seat was leather and looked really new.

"Say hi to Gracie, Blaine." Rachel said, starting the engine.

"Hi, Gracie." Blaine let out a laugh, both at the foolishness of the situation and of him when he jumped to the conclutions.

I LOVE SUPERNATURAL! KYAAAA!

Hehehe… Meet Gracie, the HummelBerry baby. I got you there, didn't I?

Anyway, Rachel actually knew where Blaine's thoughts were leading. She was really having fun with him. She just cracked up at his reaction. It was the best part.