"We really need to start talking about names." Blaine says softly.

Kurt looks up from the textbook in front of him and over at his boyfriend, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his own book now closed beside him. Kurt turns back to his desk and sets his pencil down before pushing his fingers through his hair and stretching his arms over his head with a gentle yawn. It was always Blaine who kept him from his studies; whether it was talking about the baby or crying because of one of those abandoned animal commercials, he always managed to distract him. Sometimes he thinks he does it on purpose, just to smite him for getting him pregnant. It seemed that way, but as Kurt turns back to look at him, he can't stop the smile that plays on his lips. Such an innocent face that boy has… no wonder he never got in trouble for sneaking out of Dalton late at night like the others did.

"I mean," Blaine continues, worrying his bottom lip. "I'm thirty weeks pregnant; in a little over two months she's going to be here and we haven't even picked out a name, much less set up the nursery…"

"We're painting this weekend, remember?" Kurt stands up and walks over to the bed, crawling into it and lazily lying down, wrapping an arm around his waist in a weak attempt to pull him down into his arms. "Why are you fighting my love? Come here…"

"Stop it, I'm stressing." He chuckles and pushes his arm off, looking down at him with worry flickering in his amber eyes. "I'm serious, Kurt. I don't feel like we're ready."

"We're ready." He says softly while resting a hand on his tummy. "I like the name Judy…"

"We are not naming our daughter after Judy Garland, Kurt." He lies down on his back and looks over at Kurt, bringing his hand up to cover the one on his belly, lacing their fingers together.

"Why?" He scoots closer, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. "She's amazing."

"I didn't say she wasn't." Blaine looks back into his eyes and smiles. "I like Stacey…"

"And that's better than Judy?" Kurt raises an eyebrow and props his elbow up, resting his head against his palm. "How exactly does that work?"

"It's cute."

"It sounds like a slutty cheerleader."

"Wow."

"What about Lilly?"

"I don't want our kid to be named after a flower."

"Whatever."

"Karen?"

"Sounds like a secretary. Our daughter is better than that."

"There is nothing wrong with clerical work!"

"Macy?"

"Jennifer?"

"Natalie?"

"… Elizabeth?"

Kurt opens his mouth to suggest another name, but all that comes out is air as he stares at the boy below him. His fingers tighten around Blaine's for a moment and tears sting his eyes. Unable to look away for even a moment, blue burns into hazel as their eyes stay firmly locked. Before he could stop it, a tear silently slides down his face and Blaine tenderly reaches up with his free hand to brush it away, a warm smile dancing across his soft lips.

"Really?" Kurt asks quietly through his tears, searching Blaine's eyes for any sense of doubt, but all he finds there is powerful conviction.

"Your mom is important to you, Kurt." Blaine says back, his voice just above a whisper. "It doesn't have to be her first name, but maybe, with your permission of course… it could be her middle name."

"Oh, Blaine…" He breathes out, a few more tears falling. "I would love that…"

"Yeah?" He smiles and cups his face with both hands, wiping away his tears. "Now we just need a first name, and then we're all set…"

"Yeah…" He sniffs and leans down, pressing their foreheads together, still looking into his eyes. "What about Markie? That's cute…"

"That makes me think of a meerkat."

"Gross."

They stare at each other for a moment before erupting into a fit of giggles. Without thinking about it, Kurt leans in and presses his lips against Blaine's, closing that small gap between them. Their laugher dies down as soon as their lips meet, but nothing but happiness and pure elation is floating about in the air around them. Kurt slowly pulls back from the kiss and sits up, leaning his back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He feels Blaine sit up next to him and rest his head on his shoulder, but he's too deep in thought to really notice. After everything they've been though together, they were finally on their way to their happy ending. They've got a baby on the way, the bullies were quieting down, and McKinley High was on its way to acceptance… what had gotten them to this point?

"Courage…" Kurt says, looking over at Blaine once he breaks out of his reverie.

"Um, honey?" Blaine asks, confused. "That's sweet, but we can't name her… courage."

"No, no… I mean…" He turns to him slightly, excitement all over his features. "What does courage translate to in Spanish?"

"Valor… but I don't under-"

"Valor!" He cries out happily, a grin splitting his face. "Valorie!"

"Um… what?"

"Her name! Her name is Valorie!"

"Valorie…" Blaine slowly smiles at his boyfriend. "Valorie Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson…"

"Courage…" Kurt breathes heavily, reeling back in from his happiness explosion. "It's perfect… "

"When did you get so clever?" He beams, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together.

"What are you talking about? I've always been this clever." He beams back, leaning in and kissing him firmly before mumbling. "You just haven't appreciated it."

The weekend came along fast. Friday morning, Blaine finally got the call from his mom saying that she was okay and that afternoon Kurt went with him to the Lima Bean to meet up with her. She explained everything that happened, saying she got away scot-free and Mr. Anderson had no way to track her down. Malaya was currently staying at a hotel one of her friend's own, so it isn't costing her anything. Kurt could see how much Blaine loved to have his mother around, knowing that she was on his side in everything. They sat there for three hours, just talking and catching up. Kurt didn't say much, but he didn't mind just watching. Both of them were so happy, and when it came time for them to part, their hug lasted a few minutes. They were meeting her again in a few days, but Malaya promised that next time would be all about Kurt. This wasn't something he was particularly excited about, but hell. He might as well get to know his eventual mother-in-law. Now it was early Saturday morning, and Kurt and Blaine were dressed in old, raggedy clothes… ready to finally paint Pea… Valorie's nursery.

"I've got the paint!" Kurt announces proudly as he sets down the rest of the various colors of paint, some bright and some soft. "We can just go crazy, I guess. They're all girly colors."

"I'm surprised you don't have a plan for this!" Blaine teases with a playful grin. "Burt and Finn did a great job covering up whatever awful color was beneath this. I thought for sure they'd have to do four coats of white."

"Apparently this used to be my aunts room." He states, grunting softly as he tries to pull the lid off of one of the paint tubs. "Dad said she was in a rebellious stage and decided to paint her room an ugly color so grandma would get pissed."

"I hope Valorie doesn't do something like that." He winces as he watches his boyfriend. "Do you need help with that? You're going to-"

"Hey, I got this!" He says stubbornly. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" He questions, his eyes widening. "I just don't want you hurting yourself!"

"Blaine, I am a grown man, I think I can handle a little tub a pa- ow!" He pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest, the tub falling violently to the floor. "Damn thing cut me! What the hell?"

"I told you, you were going to hurt yourself." Blaine waddles over softly and gently pulls his hand away from his chest, smiling tenderly as he inspects it. "Oh you're fine, it's just a little cut. You're not even bleeding."

"Whatever… go away." Kurt pouts, but doesn't push him away.

"Stop that." He looks up into his eyes and lifts his hand, kissing it softly. "Come on. We need to work on her room now or it's never going to get done."

"Yes, mom." He teases, looking back into his eyes for a moment before sighing, getting serious. "You're going to be a great dad, Blaine. I mean it. You're going to be wonderful."

"You think?" He smiles and laces their fingers together, taking a deep breath. "I hope so. I really don't want to screw this up."

"That won't happen." He chuckles and kisses his cheek lovingly. "You'll be just fine. I assure you."

"Stop distracting me." He grins and pulls back. "Go get your dad and have him open these tubs."

They spent the entire day in the nursery, just painting things onto the plain white wall with the bright colors, making the room into one big collage. Music blared from their iPod dock and they sang along to it happily, painting guitars and music notes and the sun and little warblers. Kurt painted little sayings onto the wall as well. Blaine did a huge outline of Valorie's name and both he and Kurt colored it in with little pictures and other little words like 'beautiful' and 'strong'. All in all, by the end of the day they had most of it finished, except for the very top parts of the wall where they couldn't reach. Since Kurt didn't want Blaine getting on a ladder, he promised to call up the Glee girls later and get them to finish the rest. He trusted they wouldn't turn their masterpiece into a total disaster.

"We're awesome." Blaine says proudly as he stands by the doorway, hands on his hips. "Look at this room! And all in one day! She's going to love it!"

"Yeah, until she's a teenager and wants to paint over it." Kurt scoffs and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Are you kidding?" He turns to his boyfriend, beaming. "We'll be in New York by then! This will just be her room when we come to stay with your parents for holidays and stuff!"

"Well… I guess, yeah." He smiles and slips his arms around his waist, pulling him in close. "Everyone who loves her is going to paint something on the wall, even Finn and my dad. But we'll supervise with them."

"Oh yeah, definitely. We wouldn't want them to paint ugly things on our walls of amazingness." He chuckles and rests his head on Kurt's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his torso.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kurt asks, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Mhm…" Blaine looks up at him and smiles. "I think we need a shower, I feel gross."

"I think you just read my mind."

A/N: So a cute little chapter for you! I would like to thank OnceUponATime(dot)TheEnd and In GleeLand for their similar ideas for the baby's first name! I really, really loved it! A lot of you suggest Elizabeth, and I know like every fic uses it, but I just had to! I hope you liked it, guys More will happen in the next chapter, I promise! And I apologize for the late update! My cold was kicking my ass -.-