Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be.

Treat it like you would with any pregnancy now, the doctor said. This was after he became very well acquainted with me and before he ordered me to stay away from caffeine, again. I think he could tell I was a bit of an addict from the crying incident. So, having witnessed a fair few pregnancy scares in my time, I knew what to do. Apart from weep hysterically that my life could be over and eat a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's whilst researching cheap but stylish baby clothes manufacturers. I had to wait to be late. There was no other way, he said, just let nature take its course. What will be will be. Que sera sera. All that nonsense. He said that I was the perfect age, nice and young, and that the chances of success were higher than normal. But still not that high. Somewhere in the 30-40% range. I just had to hope. And yes, Dr Farmer, stay away from caffeine.

I carried on as normal. I had about two and a half weeks to wait, and for most of that time, I just went about my day to day activities as usual. Except for the fact that Kurt and Blaine seemed to be everywhere I went. They got the whole concerned parents thing down fast, I'll tell you that. I'd come out of the labs at 7pm, and they'd phone me, being all,

'Hey Kim, we just happened to be at this nice little restaurant down the road from your university. Why don't you come and join us? Would be silly for you to cook when we could share a nice, healthy meal. And then we'll drop you off at home, you shouldn't have to walk all that way when we could easily drive you. And we'll walk Ernie for you tomorrow, have a nice day off, take the weight off your feet…'.

Because, apparently, the foetus could've just fallen out whilst I was walking my dog. I'm being sarcastic, I know. I liked their concern. It was comforting. But smothering.

It got a bit much after a while. I had to be grateful Evie still hadn't cottoned onto what was going on. They phoned the flat once looking for me 'because you weren't answering your cell and we just need to make sure you're alright', and Evie picked up. Thankfully, Kurt thinks fast, and Evie told me when I got out of the bath that she'd had a lovely conversation with a window salesman named Karl about when the best time to plant gardenias is. Never mind we don't have a garden to put gardenias in, but I really didn't fancy fielding the wrath of a celebrity crazed Evie just yet.

It came to a head about four days before I would start to become hopeful. I was sitting in Starbucks, all pretentious with my laptop, writing up my thesis abstract with my cup of very decaf tea, when I saw a chestnut head emerge from around a corner. Said chestnut head seemed to sense my sensing of it, and immediately retracted, only to be joined a few seconds later by a curly black one. At this point, even with my mind fuzzy with withdrawal, I knew beyond a doubt who it was. I closed my laptop and exited the shop, creeping up behind the men who seemed to be panicking about something, no doubt my disappearance from view.

'Looking for someone, gentlemen?'

At least they had the sense to look slightly abashed. Kurt went to say something, probably try and explain their presence outside the coffee shop five minutes from my flat and half an hour from theirs, but I raised my hand to silence them both.

'I know you're excited and concerned. This is your potential child after all. I don't blame you for being protective. But right now, this baby is in my capable hands. Until we know if it's really there or not, I can't really do any damage. Cooking myself dinner and taking Ernie on walks isn't going to make a jot of difference. If I was binge drinking every night and smoking then you have my complete permission to wrestle said items from my hands, bind me to a chair for 9 months and feed me on alfalfa and folic acid tablets. If you want to know what's going on, phone me or text me, on my mobile, and I will gladly fill you in. Please, please stop following me though. My professor has started noticing you hanging around outside the uni. He's not big into celebrities, so you're safe from him, but I thought we wanted to keep this from the public until the first trimester is over, and keep me from the public completely if possible. It's not going to happen if you're found following me.'

Blaine looked like he hadn't even thought about that. I'd told the guys over a week before that I'd never had any desire to be famous, and if it was at all possible then I wanted my identity to be hidden from the media and general public. I was obviously going to tell close family and friends, but I did not want to be recognised in the streets. They'd completely respected and agreed with my decision, but I supposed that the initial madness of this whole situation made their brains as fuzzy as mine was without caffeine.

'We're so sorry Kim. You're right, we're just excited and nervous. We just can't stand the wait anymore. We've been waiting for so long…'

I sighed at their identical puppy dog expressions. These men were three years older than me, for heavens sake, but I couldn't help but get sucked in anyway.

'It's fine, its your baby. Just a few more days okay? I'm going to go home. If I'm late in a couple of days, then I'll call, and I'll come over to yours and you can be there when I do the test. Not in the room, obviously, but you know what I mean. Okay?'

Kurt nodded furiously, and tugged on Blaine's hand to walk away, throwing a 'See you soon!' back in my direction. And I did.

Four days later, as predicted, I was hopeful. So I dialled Kurt and Blaine's number, grabbed the Clear Blue packet from my bedside cabinet, and set off to their flat.

I'd never been there before, but I knew the location. It was in a much nicer part of the city than mine, obviously, and the outside made me feel like I was in 'Mary Poppins'. They buzzed me in, after I made my way through the doorman and iron gates, that is, and I made my way to their place on the third floor.

Kurt threw open the door with a flourish and a beaming smile. He was bouncing excitedly and pulled me in as soon as he saw me standing there.

'How do you feel? Do you feel pregnant?'

Blaine came in from the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from behind.

'Let her speak babe' He turned and addressed me, 'Look, we all just want to know. I don't mean to be rude but we're really excited'

His matching smile assured me that he wasn't being rude at all, and before I could even ask, he pointed towards a door

'Bathroom's over there'

Thanks to my extensive knowledge of peeing on sticks, this wasn't a hard task to complete. I left the room with pee stick in hand, and put it on the coffee table in front of where Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the couch, results side down.

'Three minutes'

I sat on Kurt's other side, and he gripped my hand like a vice. Blaine stretched his arm behind Kurt to put his hand on my shoulder, and we waited. For one hundred and eighty seconds, the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the distant whir of the washing machine in the utility room. And then…

'Time's up'

Blaine nodded to me to do the honours. I guess he didn't want to risk touching my pee to be fair. I leant forward and grasped the test, closed my eyes and flipped it over without looking.

If the squeals and overjoyed sobbing of the men beside me weren't enough, the little pink plus sign certainly was. I stared at the result for a few seconds before bursting into happy tears myself, and we all moulded into one weeping unit, clutching at hands and backs and wanting to make this glorious moment last as long as possible.

After a while, when our tears had dried and the shaking had stopped and we'd double checked the result (thank god I'd bought multiple tests with me), Kurt retrieved a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne from their fridge and poured us all a glass.

'I would like to make a toast to Kim, for being an amazingly selfless person and doing this for us, to the beginning of a long and wonderful journey, and most importantly, to baby Hummel-Anderson'

'To baby Hummel-Anderson!'