A week between updates! Must be a record! This is the penultimate chapter of this fic, and aside from the final bit, is mainly a filler chapter. I'd like to thank my friend Phoebe for helping me with the plot, because I had no idea what it was going to be, to be honest. It contains David, because you seemed to like him last time, and is a lot shorter than the past few have been, I'm afraid.

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

'You know' said Kurt one night whilst we were eating dinner, 'you haven't introduced us to David yet.'

I coughed around my mouthful of pesto-topped salmon (seriously good food at the Hummel-Anderson household) and turned to face him.

'Do you have amnesia or something? I'm going out with David, the man you've known for half of your entire life. That David, who is one of your closest friends. I do believe you've met before…'

Kurt took a sip of apple juice before continuing in a calm tone.

'Yes, we've met. But we've never met in the capacity of him being the partner of the mother of my child. I need to make sure he's good enough for you.'

'Um, Kurt? You've been friends with him for way longer than you've been friends with me. Surely you should be interrogating me to make sure that I'm good enough for him?'

He dismissed me with a wave of his hand before standing up and collecting the plates.

'Invite him over for dinner sometime this week, would you?'

I turned to Blaine to plead for potential back up, but he just shrugged and went to help his husband with the dishes.

'I'm sorry that I'm not here to see this, it sounds like it's going to be hilarious!'

As soon as Kurt and Blaine had left for the kitchen I had snuck off to my room to call Evie. She was up in Newcastle for ten days assisting on a case, staying in the same hotel as Tom, the guy she's sort-of-maybe-kind-of-dating, and our daily evening phone calls usually consisted of me squealing over all the tiny details of their relationship that was slowly developing over room service and late night case studies. However, this time I was the one getting an earful.

'It is not going to be hilarious Evelyn Marie Carlton. It's going to be so embarrassing. They've known David for years? What the hell are they thinking?'

'They're being protective over you because you're carrying their baby and they want to do right by you. You know, even though you've never shown any sort of maternal wanting of this baby, they're probably still terrified in the back of their minds that you'll just up and change your mind and suddenly want to become a mother. And I can tell you that there's unfortunately still very little legal precedent preventing you from doing that.'

'But I don't want a baby for like, five years at the very least! And this is theirs, not mine!'

'I know that, and you know that, and actually they know that, but they had such a struggle trying to have a baby before you came along, and I bet you that somewhere in their subconscious there's a voice telling them that this isn't going to work out. You know they asked me to look over the adoption papers?'

'Yes…' I replied hesitantly

'Well apparently they went through adoption proceedings back in New York to adopt a baby from this teenage mother. Nearly processed the entire thing before she backed out, said she wanted the kid after all. Can you imagine what that must've been like?'

'Oh…'

'So this may be silly, Kim. But just let them do it, okay? You have two weeks til your due date, and then you'll hand that baby over and all their unwarranted fears will dissipate and life will be grand. Until then, just let them dote on you.'

'When did you get so smart?'

She giggled at the other end of the line.

'I like to think it was quite a while ago. Do you think I would've got into UCL Law without at least some brains?'

'Good point. I guess I better call David then, hadn't I?'

'Yes, you probably should. No staying up late phone sexing with your boyfriend, you hear?'

'EVIE!'

'Kidding! Night Kimmy, don't let the bedbugs bite!'

The next day was one of David's rare days off call, so instead of telling him over the phone, we found ourselves strolling hand in hand through a snowy Hyde Park eating ice cream from Pete's (because it's just that good).

'Kurt and Blaine want you to come over for dinner sometime this week, by the way…'

He slowed his walking pace and looked down at me with that stupidly charming grin of his.

'Sure. I'm on call every day but Friday though, if that's alright?'

'Yeh, Kurt's working from home anyway and Blaine's always back from the studio by six, so shall we say seven pm?'

He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head.

'Sounds great.'

We walked a little further before he stopped completely.

'There's something you're not telling me.'

I tried to protest , but he held up a finger.

'Just tell me Kim, it can't be that bad.'

I sighed heavily and dropped onto one of the few benches that were clear of snow.

'Just so you know, they may be a little… interrogatory. Is that a word?'

'Yes' he nodded, 'but why?'

'Evie says it's because they feel like they have to protect and look after me so I'll give them their baby.'

'Then I think Evie is very smart. You three have a weird sort of relationship you know?'

I could see him read my puzzled expression.

'No, not in a bad way, honey no. I just mean… When I was doing my foundation years I worked in the obstetrics department and I saw various surrogate births, and Nick and Jeff's son was born via surrogate. But it always seemed to be more of a business arrangement, you know? Like, the surrogate was always completely detached from the couple and the baby, and after the child was born you just knew that they'd never be in contact again, for the sake of both them and the child. You and Kurt and Blaine… You're practically family. You love this kid but you've never thought of yourself as its mother, and you've never had any qualms about giving her to Kurt and Blaine. It's like no relationship I've ever seen before. You're an incredible woman, Kim.'

I preened over the compliment for a few seconds until David poked me hard in the arm.

'Hey!' I laughed, 'that's mean!'

He rubbed my arm before pressing his lips to mine in a short, sweet, suitable for public consumption kiss.

'I guess you're right' I replied, 'I've just never thought of it as unusual, you know? It just seems completely and utterly right.'

'That's because it is', he assured me.

We sat on the bench for a few more minutes before I realised something.

'You know…' I began

He raised an eyebrow.

'You know what?'

'You called me 'honey' earlier…'

A look of alarm flashed across his face before I giggled.

'What?' he asked in an affronted tone.

'You looked so worried!'

'Well it was a bit sudden, wasn't it?'

'David, we've been us for over a month now. It may seem quick to some people, but it's fine by me.'

He smiled widely before leaning close.

'Sure it's not too fast?'

I nodded.

'Positive.'

He grinned again before navigating around the bump and closing the distance between us with a kiss.

The doorbell rang to signal David's arrival whilst I was setting the table. Due to my incredibly decreased walking speed, I knew that there was no way that I'd make it to the front door before Kurt or Blaine, and so reluctantly left it to them to go and let him in. I heard the door open before the sounds of them greeting my new boyfriend (is that the word I should use?) like they usually would drifted into the kitchen. I was momentarily relieved that they were treating him as they always have but that changed as soon as they entered the dining room.

David immediately came over to me when he saw me, giving me a swift hug and a light kiss before turning back to Kurt and Blaine, who were looking at him in the patented 'father meeting his daughter's boyfriend for the first time' way.

Due to the oven timer going off, neither of them said anything until we were seated at the table and tucking into the first course (red pepper soup, prepared from scratch by yours truly, thank you very much).

'So, David' Blaine began, 'what do you do for a living?'

David spluttered around his spoonful of soup and wisely set it back in the dish before speaking.

'Um, Blaine… You know what I do.'

Blaine merely raised an eyebrow at the answer, so I spoke up.

'Blaine, what are you doing?' I whisper-shouted.

'David?' asked Kurt from the seat next to his husband.

After glancing between all the occupants of the table, David seemed to decide to just go along with whatever they were doing.

'Well, I'm a first year speciality registrar in the Neurology department at University College Hospital, um, sir?'

I groaned exasperatedly into my napkin at the term while Kurt piped up.

'Sounds like a tough job, David. How easy do you think it'll be to maintain a serious relationship with such a demanding career?'

'It won't be easy' he began, 'but it'll be worth it. Kim is a remarkable person and I'll make every effort to ensure that my relationship with her isn't affected too badly by my work, and vice versa.'

Kurt nodded calmly and we all continued eating in silence before Blaine asked another question.

'So, we know that you're American, David, what keeps you in the UK?'

David smiled and squeezed my hand under the table.

'I have a dual nationality, and I much prefer the healthcare system over here. Not to mention that I have very close friends here that I like to keep in contact with too.'

Kurt and Blaine both broke character (whatever character they were playing anyway) to beam at him, but then Kurt coughed and the moment was broken.

'Well, I'm going to go get the next course' he began, standing up to collect the bowls, 'Blaine, will you come and help?'

After they had both left the room, I turned to David and groaned, burying my head in his shoulder before his hand came up to rub in between my shoulder blades comfortingly.

'I'm so so sorry, I don't know what they're doing. I didn't think it would be this bad!'

He laughed as he continued to hold me.

'It's fine, Kim. They're just scoping me out as your new boyfriend. It doesn't matter how much they know me, they don't know me as your partner. At least now I have practice for when I meet your dad.'

I lifted my head up to look him in the eyes.

'Are you sure that you're okay?'

'Completely sure.'

The meal continued in the manner of which it started for a while. The questions were annoying but eventually they became less frequent and Kurt and Blaine began to resemble the men I knew again. By the time we'd finished our dessert of strawberry tart everyone was much more relaxed and at ease, and you wouldn't be able to tell that the dinner had started off so strangely.

It was after Blaine and David had finished telling a story where they had shipped their friends Wes' infamous gavel off to David's mum's house in Cornwall that Kurt explained their behaviour.

'We're sorry about earlier, David. Well, I mean, not really. We needed to just see you as Kim's prospective boyfriend rather than our friend for a little while. We know that you're good for each other now, but we just had to make sure. Are you okay with that?'

'I thought it'd be something like that' David replied, 'and it's completely fine. Needed to make sure I was good enough for your baby mama!'

We all laughed at that and when Blaine and David went off to load the dishwasher with our final plates, Kurt came and sat next to me.

'You're not mad, are you?'

I shook my head and he wrapped me in a hug.

'Don't know why I ever doubted him. You two are great together, I can promise you that.'

'I know we are. We're working out scarily well so far.'

Kurt giggled and tightened his arms around me.

'Don't question it. Just go with it, and it'll be fine.'

'Will do.'

Later on in the evening, when the men had drunk some wine and I had drunk some 7up, David got up to leave. I went with him to the front door to say goodbye away from the prying eyes of the tipsy couple painting each other's fingernails in the living room (apparently a favourite drunken pastime of the two, Evie had caught them using her expensive work nail polish to do it once and went and bought them their own cheaper bottles for this very situation).

'So, I shall see you soon?'

He nodded and rubbed his thumb along the back of my hand.

'Of course. I'll let you know what days I'm off next week and we can go do something then, okay?'

'Sure, we co-'

A wave of mild pain across my lower abdomen cut me off, and David must've caught my wince.

'Are you okay Kim?'

I exhaled shakily and rubbed my stomach.

'Yeh, just damn Braxton-Hicks again. They don't tell you nearly enough about pregnancy on TV shows you know. They conveniently leave out the aches and pains and indigestion and swollen ankles and stuff…'

He laughed and leant down to kiss the top of my stomach.

'Call me if you need me okay?'

'I'll be fine' I assured him, 'Evie will be back just after midnight, so I won't be alone for more than a couple of hours.'

He nodded and kissed me before leaving, and I waddled off to bed.

The next morning I was not in a particularly good mood. The Braxton-Hicks had happened on and off all night, causing mild discomfort every couple of hours, and the baby was laying very inconveniently on my bladder, causing me to be up and down going to the bathroom constantly. I would've liked to stay in bed, but Evie insisted on me accompanying her, Kurt and Blaine on the weekly food shopping trip.

'Come on Kim, Dr Farmer says walking around is good to help the baby drop! Or something along those lines…'

'Screw Dr Farmer' I mumbled into my pillows.

'No, he's old and married and you're with David. So get the hell out of bed before I drag you out.'

After a lot of complaining and moaning about my unfair predicament, I was fed, dressed and bundled into the Range Rover for the trip to the supermarket.

We were in the salad produce aisle when Evie got a call from work that she had to go and answer and Kurt and Blaine went off to get a new bag of dog food. I was merely perusing the various types of lettuce on offer when I felt it. A ripple of pain much stronger than any of the other pains I'd had during the pregnancy, squeezing my stomach like it was in a vice, relentless and unbearably intense. I doubled over, leaning against the trolley, and began to breathe steadily against the onslaught of the contraction.

Which brings us back to our beginning. Apparently they weren't Braxton-Hicks at all. I'm an idiot. An idiot in full-on-oh-god-I'm-about-to-give-birth-to-a-baby style labour. I'm standing in a supermarket aisle clutching a trolley for support and in so much pain I just want to burst into tears.

Right Kim. Just… Kurt and Blaine will be back in a minute, and then they can call Dr Farmer and we can be on our way.

Just breathe through it, and it'll be fine. Until the next one. Oh god…

No, no panicking. You can do this.

Just breathe, Kim.

Breathe.

So, there you have it. Kim is finally in labour! It's hardly a spoiler to tell you that next chapter will contain childbirth, but please bear in mind that it contains scenes of childbirth from the perspective of the woman in labour. It's not going to be overly graphic, but I will be using medical terminology and there will be parts that some people may find icky.

Okay, see you next time for the last chapter! Please review :D