A/N: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ. So this chapter is going to be in Blaine's point of view as well. I want to warn you beforehand that the baby will be born in this chapter. It annoys me when people exaggerate the birthing process with a lot of cursing and angry words toward the one that got them pregnant. To me, having a baby is painful (and I'm going to make sure that point is across, believe me), but beautiful, and it should be written/handled with respect and love. Thank you so much and I really hope you enjoy it.

Blaine couldn't wait to get this baby out of him. He felt like a beached whale, he couldn't see his feet, and being this pregnant frankly just all around uncomfortable. A few weeks ago Kurt and the rest of his senior friends graduated, and despite wanting to enjoy watching his friends receive their diplomas, the baby had other plans. Throughout the entire ceremony he was having contractions. Not real ones obviously or else he wouldn't be complaining about still being pregnant, but his Braxton Hicks come at the most inconvenient times. Anyway, he was trying to enjoy the ceremony and cry tears of joy for his boyfriend, but he ended up nearly squeezing Tina's hand off the entire time. Afterwards, when Kurt walked over for pictures, Blaine felt disgusting. He was sweating like crazy from the heat and stress from the contractions, his hair was frizzy because he ran out of that special shampoo… it was God awful.

The first week of summer was okay, he kept telling himself that he could survive being pregnant until his due date. He watched as Burt and Finn set up the birthing tub in Kurt's old room in the basement so they could have some privacy for their labor and delivery, he interviewed for a midwife that would check the baby when she was born (weight, length, eyesight, etc.), and did what pregnant people do best; relax and take things as they came. Then the weeks came and went and Blaine was still pregnant. He went to the doctor while Kurt was at Santana's graduation party and found that the baby was just having a hard time descending, so he took the doctor's advice. He convinced Kurt to go for a walk with him around the block at least once a day to help her get a move on, and he thought it wasn't working, but he was wrong. A week after his official due date, he experiences his first bout of real contractions.

"Kurt?" Blaine calls softly through the darkness of their bedroom, nudging his sleeping form with his foot. "I think I'm having contractions."

"Whaa…?" Kurt mumbles back, grunting softly as he rolls over, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's protuberant stomach. "What?"

"They're each about eight minutes apart." He bites his lip and looks at the clock. "They're lasting about a minute. They don't hurt too bad right now, but each one is getting a little stronger."

"What are you going on about?" He questions grumpily, still practically asleep.

"Kurt, I'm in labor." He whispers, shaking his shoulder. "I'm in labor. Wake up."

"That's not funny." He responds, sounding more awake than before. "Don't say that. Do you want Taco Bell or something? Is that why you're waking me up?"

"No, I don't want Taco Bell." He rolls his eyes and smiles. "You could make me pancakes though, since I'm going to have your baby soon, being in labor and all."

"Pancakes at two in the morning?" He opens his sleepy blue eyes and looks at his boyfriend before what he was saying actually registers in his brain. "Wait, labor?"

"Yes, Kurt." He chuckles and ruffles his chestnut hair. "Make those pancakes; I'm going to take a shower while I can still stand."

Before giving him the chance to respond, Blaine stands and goes to the bathroom. Everything in the shower went smoothly, aside from one particularly strong contraction that caused him to double over and stay just like that until it passed. He finishes up in there and changes into one of the long night shirts Kurt bought him. He feels ridiculous wearing it since it goes down to just below his knees, but it is cotton and super comfortable. When he enters the kitchen, Kurt is there fully dressed and flipping pancakes, a sleepy Carole sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee beside an equally sleepy Burt. Finn is between them, his forehead resting on the counter with his eyes closed.

"Oh." Blaine says softly as he waddles over, hands on his stomach. "You guys didn't have to get up…" He looks at Kurt and smiles lovingly. "I was kidding about the pancakes, actually."

"You don't want them?" Kurt turns his body a little to look at him, instantly smiling. "You're wearing it."

"It's comfortable." He smiles and drops onto the stool beside Finn, who was currently dead to the world.

"I'm glad." He smiles and sets a plate in front of him, along with a glass of milk and syrup.

"You should eat now while you're still feeling good." Carole finally speaks up with a yawn. "I called the midwife and told her what you told Kurt about your contractions."

"Thank you, Carole." Blaine smiles and slowly begins to eat, nudging Finn, who merely groans in protest to his being disturbed. "Finn, go back to bed. I'm okay. You don't have to be up."

"… Promised Rachel and her dads I would be up to call if… if-" He stops to yawn and slowly sit up, rubbing his eyes, looking more like a giant than ever. "… If the baby was born."

"Well, that's sweet." Blaine chuckles and pats his back. "But it might not happen for another few hours, so you should get some sleep… all of you."

"No way am I missing my granddaughter's birth." Burt grumbles, taking a sip of his coffee. "I'll be right here the whole time. I still think having her here is stupid though."

"Burt." Carole scolds with a glare before looking at Blaine with tender eyes. "We're going to support you, so we're not going to bed until she's out here and safe."

"But you're not going to be down there with us, right?" Kurt asks as he leans against the counter across from Blaine. "We kind of wanted to do this with each other, not an audience."

"Don't have to worry about me, dude." Finn says with a look of disgust. "I love babies and all, but that's definitely not something I want to see."

"What if Rachel wants kids?" Burt asks.

"I didn't…. think about that." Finn says.

Blaine laughs and shakes his head, meeting Kurt's eyes for a moment before finishing up his breakfast and probably last meal while being pregnant. He stands with his plate and walks over to the sink, pausing when another strong contraction hits him full force. He closes his eyes and sets the plate down a little loudly, gripping the counter as he begins to breathe deeply. He feels arms wrap around him and he turns around, being tugged against someone. Comforted, Blaine rests his forehead on his shoulder and grips his shirt in his hands while leaning his full weight against him since he was still standing.

"Do you want to sit down?" Kurt asks softly, running his hands along Blaine's back in a soothing manor.

"I can't walk right now." Blaine lets out a grunt and shakes his head, holding him tighter. "Just don't let me fall."

"I won't." He tightens his arms around him. "I've got you."

An hour later, things weren't progressing quickly enough for anyone, but everything happens at a different pace for every person. Kurt and Blaine migrated to the basement so they could be alone while the midwife, Nadine, and Kurt's family waited impatiently upstairs for anything to happen. The tub was filled with water and was currently being heated while the two boys rested together on the old couch that was still down there after many years of being forgotten. The contractions were no stronger and no closer together, but still painful enough to tire Blaine out after just a few. Kurt does everything he can to help the situation by rubbing his back and massaging in places that he says the pain is the worst, which seems to be his lower back. So here they are… sitting on the couch with Kurt digging his palms comfortingly into the latter's lower back every once and a while, while they anxiously await the arrival of their little girl.

"Maybe you should try walking or something." Kurt suggest as he suppresses a yawn, rubbing his eyes.

"Maybe, I guess." Blaine sighs and closes his eyes, leaning his head against Kurt's shoulder. "I'm so tired already. You're having the next one." He looks up at his boyfriend and smiles halfheartedly.

"Not possible, but nice try." He chuckles and kisses his forehead, holding him close.

"Mhm…" He closes his eyes as Kurt's lips travel between his eyes, his nose, and then finally his lips. He smiles into the kiss and sighs just barely puckering his lips to return the kiss.

"Wanna try that walking?" He asks after he pulls back, and when Blaine nods, he moves to help him stand to his feet. "Now you have to tell me if you feel a contraction coming so we can sit back down. We're just walking the length of the room."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath and slowly stands to walk the length of the room with Kurt's hand resting protectively on his lower back. "I have to tell you, this sucks."

"I can only imagine." He replies, watching him carefully. "Just think, soon we're going to finally get to see her."

"I know." He looks over at him and smiles lovingly. "I hope she has your eyes."

"I hope she has your nose."

"I hope she has your hands."

"My hands?"

"I love your hands."

"I hope she has your lips."

"I hope she has your hair."

"I hope she has your hair."

"Uh, no way." Blaine laughs and shakes his head. "Not my hair. I would never curse someone with these horrible curls, especially my own daughter."

"I think they're cute." Kurt smiles and kisses the side of his head.

"I know you do." He smiles more. "So naive, my little Kurtie."

"You- oh my God." He steps away quickly. "That's disgusting, Blaine!"

"What?" He frowns and looks down, his eyes widening when he finally notices the puddle at his feet. "Oh! Kurt!" His face breaks into a huge grin. "This is good!"

"It's good that you peed yourself?" He makes a face, staying a good distance away.

"No, my water broke, idiot." He rolls his eyes and stares at him for a moment before gasping. "Kurt…"

"Oh, don't get all sensitive." He huffs and pushes back his messy hair. "These are cashmere socks and frankly I don't want to ruin them with your… bodily fluids."

"N-no… contra-contraction, ah…" He leans over slightly, pain contorting his face as he squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a soft whimper.

"Oh." He bites his lip and removes his socks before tenderly stepping over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend just as he had earlier when they were in the kitchen.

"I can't believe you… you just took… off your socks first…" He says breathlessly, gripping onto Kurt's shirt as he tries to breathe through the contraction. "I think… you need to get your priorities straight…"

"You know, if you weren't in labor, I would find that offensive." He kisses his head and closes his eyes, pulling him closer as he runs his hands along his back. "Shh… just breathe, honey…"

"Mmm…" He relaxes after a minute and licks his lips, shakily standing straight, but still holding Kurt for support. "That one lasted longer. I-I think I want to get in the tub now. Things are supposed to go faster after your water breaks."

"Okay, baby." Kurt gently pushes some curls from his eyes. "You're not mad at me for taking my socks off, are you? Because… I'm sorry…"

"No, no, of course not." Blaine smiles at him and pecks his lips weakly. "I was kidding. If I was going to fall, I know you would catch me, socks or not. Don't worry about it, honey."

"Alright… so let's have a baby, huh?"

It really didn't take long for things to progress from there. Soon the two boys were sitting in the tub, Blaine resting between Kurt's legs with his back leaning against his chest. The water was warm, but not too hot, and very relaxing. Of course, Blaine was naked, but Kurt was wearing his swim trunks. His contractions were coming almost every two minutes now and every one almost brought him to tears. Kurt's presence really helps with everything though, and he knows he has his undivided support. Blaine lets out a gentle moan as he squeezes Kurt's hand, trying to work through the pain. Earlier he was able to suppress his noises, but now he just couldn't. Kurt told him to just let it out, and dammit, he was.

"Kurt…" Blaine breathes out after the contraction passes. "I f-feel this pressure… I think… I think I need to push. You should get Nadine."

"Really?" Kurt beams. "Oh my gosh, really?"

"Kurt, the midwife. We need the midwife."

"Right, right." He nods and grabs his cell phone, finally sending the text that has been saved on his phone for the last three hours. "She's on her way down, babe."

"Okay… okay…" Blaine takes a deep breath and grips his boyfriend's hand. "I can't believe this is really happening… she's coming, Kurt, she's on her way…"

"I know." Kurt presses a kiss to his mop of curls and smiles. "I know, honey."

Still in her scrubs, Nadine lowers herself into the tub as Blaine spreads his legs in preparation. She calmly explains to him how to do it and not to get frustrated if she doesn't just come out, but halfway through the speech he stopped listening, for he had begun to push. It was like his body had a mind of its own and as soon as the contraction hit, every fiber in his being screamed at him to just push, push, push… his chest heaving, he leans his head back against Kurt's shoulder and closes his eyes, whimpering from the pain and exhaustion. He just wants her out; he wants this to be over…

"You've got this, baby." Kurt holds his hand and kisses his shoulder. "I know you can do this."

Too weak to communicate, Blaine just listens to his voice until another contraction hits and he bears down, gritting his teeth and groaning as he pushes with everything inside of him. He faintly hears praise from Nadine, but all he can really focus on if the pounding of his own heart in his ears. Everything hurt, but the only thing that kept him going was the constant voice in his ear, telling him how strong he is, how he can do this, don't give up, she'd almost here, you can do it.

And then it happens.

Just a few splashes and she is lifted from the water, her mouth and nose are suctioned, and she's screaming. It's a beautiful, penetrating cry that Blaine had only heard in his dreams. He opens his eyes and she's there, being ushered into his arms by the smiling woman. There was no gunk covering her, but her healthy pink colored skin was slippery in his arms. He holds her close, his little girl, as she cries loudly, her face scrunched up cutely. He looks through the tears in his eyes at her head, where on top of it sits a thin patch of tiny, dark ringlets. And these are the first words he chokes out.

"Kurt! Her hair is curly!" Blaine sniffs and reaches up, brushing his fingers across it.

"I-I see that!" Kurt sniffs and rests his chin on Blaine's shoulder, not bothering to hide his tears. "Oh, she's beautiful, Blaine… can you believe it? We made that…"

"I know." He looks at him for the first time and their eyes meet, the world stops…

Everything has changed forever, they both know, as her cries fill their air around them. Everything has changed… except their love for each other.

A/N: And that, my friends, is how I deliver a baby! Please tell me what you think, review, and answer my questions that I asked in the last chapter! I really love to hear what you guys think! Thank you so much(: I know it ended abruptly, but I felt the chapter was getting too long, so I decided to stop here! xoxo