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[thirty-five weeks]
Kurt woke up with an intense pain in his back. Sighing, he hoped he could get back to sleep. After trying to find a comfortable position, and failing, Kurt looked over at the alarm clock. Seeing it was almost three in the morning, he sighed. Slowly crawling out of bed, Kurt walked over to their little kitchenette for a glass of water.
Standing by the sink, Kurt took a sip of the water. He was about to set the glass down when an intense pain rippled through his abdomen. He let go of the glass, causing it to fall crashing to the floor, and placed both hands on his large belly.
"Kurt!" He heard Blaine yell from their bedroom.
"Blaine, be careful, there's broken glass everywhere." He managed to get out before another pain swept through his body.
Blaine came jogging into the kitchenette, his favorite worn Nikes on.
"I think I'm in labor." Kurt said, hands still gripping his stomach.
"This isn't supposed to happen until next week. That's when your C-Section is."
Kurt smiled up at his boyfriend, "He probably wants to meet his daddies sooner, he just can't wait."
Scooping Kurt up in his arms, Blaine was careful to not let Kurt touch or step on the broken glass. He quickly made his way to the back stairway, and out to Kurt's Navigator. Luckily, Kurt had packed and placed their hospital bag in the car already. "Just in case, and this way we'll be prepared for when we do have to go to the C-Section," he said, smiling at Blaine's confusion. Blaine had never been more thankful for Kurt's preparedness.
Blaine was pulling out of the driveway when Kurt turned to him, "My dad?" He questioned.
"I'll make sure I call him when we get there."
Kurt nodded and tried to breathe through another contraction.
They got to the hospital quicker than they had before. Luck seemed to be on their side, since Dr. Meyers was the doctor on call.
The nurses rushed Kurt into a room to prepare him for surgery. Blaine stepped outside to call Burt.
"'lo?" Blaine heard a sleepy Burt answer.
"Burt? It's Blaine. Um, Kurt and I are at the hospital. You're going to be a grandpa soon!" Blaine said rushed, wanting to get the hospital scrubs on so he could join his boyfriend for the birth of their son.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Burt asked, sounding more alert.
"There was broken glass and then the baby was coming, and Kurt and then the hospital, um the doctor is coming I gotta go!" Blaine spoke even faster, before hanging up.
Blaine finally got changed into the doctor clothes the nurse had given him, and followed her through the hallways and into a strange room with lots of shiny equipment. Kurt was laying on the table with a blue curtain blocking the lower half of his body.
"Did you call my dad?" Kurt whispered.
Smiling, Blaine took his hand.
"Are you nervous?" Kurt asked, chuckling when Blaine shook his head, "You are, aren't you?"
"Kurt, they're cutting you open right now, how are you not freaking out?"
Blaine looked at the doctors, looking around the blur curtain, just in time to see Dr. Meyers pull a strange color and slimy thing out of Kurt.
"Do you want to cut the cord?" She asked, looking right at Blaine.
Unable to form words, Blaine just nodded, and moved closer to the doctor. Blaine used the medical scissors he was given to cut the tie between Kurt and their child, forever.
The nurses took the child away, and not long after, Blaine heard a sharp cry break through the room. To Blaine it was the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.
"Kurt, do you hear that? That's our son."
When Blaine didn't hear Kurt reply, he looked and saw his boyfriend with his eyes closed and machines beeping wildly. Dr. Meyers was moving quickly, trying to fix something Blaine couldn't see.
A nurse grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. Blaine tried to get away from the nurse and get back into the operating room, he had to get to Kurt.
"There's nothing you can do. Just let the doctors work, they will get him back to you." The nurse said before taking him to the nearest waiting room.
When Blaine sat down, he placed his head in his hands. His brain was trying to process what was happening. He could lose Kurt, he could lose him when he just got him. A couple minutes later he heard footsteps approaching, Blaine didn't even bother to look up at the person.
"Now, do you want to see your son?" The same nurse who had brought him here asked.
Looking up, Blaine saw a tiny blue bundle in the nurse's arms.
The nurse smiled, "Say 'hi' to daddy," she spoke softly to the bundle.
Blaine held his arms out and let the nurse carefully place his son in them. The little boy looked up at his father, more than likely irritated by all the jostling from one person's arms to another. Blaine smiled at his bright blue eyes. Sure every baby had blue eyes when they were born, but these eyes were Kurt's eyes and Blaine knew they wouldn't be changing. The child had Kurt's soft brown hair color, but Blaine could see it was already starting to curl. "Sorry, bud, looks like you have the dreaded curls." Blaine whispered to the now sleeping boy.
The baby shifted in the blanket, releasing one of his little arms. Blaine grabbed his little boy's hand, counting five little fingers. Unable to stop himself, Blaine found the boy's other arm, counting five fingers on that hand too. Before he knew it, Blaine had counted the baby's toes. His son had ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes.
He carefully pressed a kiss to the top of his son's head, and smiled down at the content baby in his arms.
"Blaine?"
Looking up at the sound of his name, he saw Burt and Carole walking over to him.
"Oh my goodness." Carole said, upon seeing the tiny baby.
Standing up, Blaine smiled. "Meet your grandson, Alexander Marcus Hummel." Blaine was glad he and Kurt had already decided on a name. "Alexander, because it was one of the only names we could both agree on. Marcus, after his awesome grandpa, sorry but Burt didn't sound as good and Kurt said your middle name is Marcus and that you would get over it." He said with a chuckle, seeing Burt smile as well. "Hummel, because that name means more to me than any part of Anderson, and maybe someday I'll be one, but until then, Alexander Hummel will have to do."
Placing Alexander in Burt's arms, Blaine could see Burt's eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Don't worry, he has ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes, I checked." Blaine informed the new grandparents.
"What about Kurt?" But asked, looking up from his grandson.
Blaine sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. He started losing a lot of blood and I was forced out of the room. I haven't heard anything since.
Handing over his grandson to his wife, Burt walked over to Blaine and pulled the teen father into a much needed hug.
-.-
An hour and a half later, Blaine was still sitting in the waiting room with Burt and Carole, and was holding his son. When he saw Dr. Meyers walk into the room, he quickly gave Alexander to Carole so he could talk to the doctor.
Dr. Meyers smiled, "Kurt is going to be just fine. It's always tricky with male pregnancies, but he's in recovery now. I am going to tell you now, that I had to remove the parts of Kurt that made him able to carry children, meaning he won't be able to have any more kids. But, he's in his room, and probably will be awake shortly if you want to go in and see him."
Blaine nodded. "Can I bring our baby?" He asked, quietly.
The doctor smiled and nodded. Quickly, Blaine got Alexander from Carole and followed the doctor.
"We put him in a private room, so you don't have to worry about any other families or another patient."
"Sounds expensive." Blaine commented, looking down at his sleeping son.
"It was the orders we got from," she checked her clip board, "a Laura Anderson, who also stated all costs go to her."
Blaine nodded, why would his mother pay for a private room for his boyfriend? She hated the idea of Kurt and the baby just as much as his father did, didn't she?
"Here we are. The anesthesia should be wearing off soon, it varies between person to person." Dr. Meyers smiled before leaving Blaine alone.
Carefully, Blaine sat himself in a chair that was placed next to Kurt's bedside. Looking down at the bundle in his arms, Blaine saw someone had woken up.
"Hey there, sleepy head." He said before placing a kiss on the baby's forehead.
"Look over there." Blaine moved the baby so he would be in view of Kurt. "That's your other daddy. He's sleeping right now, but I know he loves you so much. He worked so hard to make sure you were safe when you were inside him."
"Blaine?"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt starting to move around.
"I'm right here, love." He moved Alexander so the baby was being held by one arm, and grabbed Kurt's hand with his free arm.
"Baby?" Kurt asked.
"He's here too. And he's perfect."
Kurt opened his eyes and spotted the baby in Blaine's arms. "He's not ugly, is he? Please don't say he is."
"Nothing from you would ever be ugly." Blaine said before sitting gingerly on the bed next to Kurt. "See for yourself." He spoke before placing the baby into Kurt's arms.
Blaine watched as a single tear fell down Kurt's cheek. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Blaine took a quick picture of the two most important people in his life.
"I told Burt and Carole that we had decided on Alexander Marcus. That's still the name we want right? I mean I've only told your parents, I haven't even filled out the paper work because I wanted to make sure-"
"Hello Alexander, I'm your daddy." Kurt said sweetly, cutting Blaine off. "I'm sorry you had to spend all that time with your papa before you could even meet me." He whispered jokingly, before smiling up at Blaine.
Chuckling, Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt. Pulling away, he wrapped his arm around the former Cheerio and both teens stared down at their son in adoration.
"Just so precious!" Came a voice after a shutter click. "I know they said only one visitor but we wanted to stop in and let you know we will be back tomorrow." Carole said.
Burt stepped closer to the bed, "Glad you're okay, son. And you did pretty good with this one here." He said looking down at Alexander.
"I'm glad you think so, Grandpa."
Burt sighed, "I never thought I would be a grandpa at this age."
Blaine smirked, "But you love the idea, don't you."
"Of course I do." Burt said, before telling the new parents goodbye and leaving with Carole.
Another knock sounded at the door. "The little one has to go back." The nurse said. "Blaine can stay if he wants."
"I want." Blaine said with a smile, before sitting back in the chair.
"Get up here." Kurt said, as soon as the door clicked shut, and the nurse was out of the room.
"Kurt, I don't think I'm supposed to sleep in the bed with you."
"I don't care, I just had surgery and I want to lay next to you."
Blaine sighed, and sat on the empty side of the bed, Kurt had scooted over to make room.
"I guess rules were made to be broken." Blaine said with a whisper, as Kurt snuggled into his chest.
-.-
A light snapped on, shocking both boys out of their sleep.
"Only one person to a bed. Your friend is going to have to leave." A nurse, a different one than yesterday, said with attitude. "Fags." She muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me! What did you say?" Blaine almost yelled, bolting out of the bed, the nurse just glaring at him. "This is a hospital where my fiancé and I are supposed to get the best care available regardless of race, gender, sexuality, or anything else! It's people like you who keep this country from moving forward to the 21st century."
"It's because it's wrong!" The nurse yelled. "'You shall not lie with a male as a woman; it is an abomination.'"
"Oh yes, the Bible. Let's refer to the millions year old book! It also states to not wear synthetic fibers or to not cut your hair. Judging by your hideous, uneven, pixie hair cut that makes your face look even larger than it probably is, you don't abide by that. And I know you have to wear scrubs to work, but are you going to stand there and tell me there isn't any synthetic fibers? It shocks me to see that you think that color looks good on you."
The nurse glared at Blaine, before turning and running out of the room, not saying a word.
Turning to face Kurt, Blaine saw tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to make you cry."
Kurt looked up at Blaine. "I'm so proud of you. You insulted her hair and clothing as well as correcting her with the Bible and telling her what she thought about us was wrong. I love you."
Blaine smiled, "I love you."
Kurt then cleared his throat, "So, fiancé?"
"Um, yeah. Well, I've been thinking about things. And it, um, just, um, makes sense? Crap. I was going to do this better, and have a ring and everything. And then that horrible person had to be here and I wan-"
Kurt stopped Blaine's ramblings with a kiss. "I would love to be your fiancé."
Their second kiss was broken by a knock at the door.
Dr. Meyers walked in, "I heard there was some commotion?"
Sighing, Kurt answered, "Just a homophobic nurse."
"I'll see that that doesn't happen again." Dr. Meyers turned to Blaine, "There is someone asking for you. They were sent to the lobby. I thought you could go do that while I check Kurt and make sure he's healing properly. I've already seen your gorgeous baby, who will be in here when I'm done with the check up."
Blaine nodded, curious of who would be asking for him. He figured it was probably just one of their friends.
When he arrived at the waiting room, Blaine wasn't expecting to see his mother.
"Blaine." She whispered while pulling his youngest into her arms. "I'm so sorry. I talked to Cooper. I know our relationship won't be the same, but I want to try."
Blaine pulled his mother tighter into the embrace as his answer. Carole was great, but Blaine knew he always wanted his own mother. Pulling back, Blaine smiled through his tears.
"I'm a dad now." He stated.
"I've heard."
"Do you want to meet your grandson?"
Laura smiled, "Of course."
Nodding Blaine walked towards Kurt's room, making sure his mom was following him. "I just want to check on Kurt first."
Walking into the room, Blaine was surprised to see Kurt sitting up with the tiny blue bundle already in his arms.
"Hey," Blaine said quietly, trying to not disrupt the scene in front of him.
"The nurse brought him in just as the doctor finished up with me." Kurt said, looking up into the eyes of fiancé.
Kurt moved the baby out in front of him, giving the little boy to Blaine.
Blaine walked over to his mother, who was standing awkwardly in the door way. "Mom, I want you to meet your grandson, Alexander Marcus Hummel."
"He's beautiful." She said unconsciously moving her arms out to touch the baby, before stopping them.
"You can hold him, if you want." Blaine said, smiling at his mother's nod of affirmation. Handing him over, Blaine couldn't help but smile at the sight of his mother holding his son.
-.-
Finn followed his mom and Burt through the hospital room. Hoping they would find Kurt's room eventually, Finn couldn't believe how confusing hospitals could be. All he wanted was to see his almost step-brother and his new nephew.
He saw Kurt and Blaine sitting in one of those hospital beds that Finn always wanted. Why have a normal bed when you could have on that moves into a chair? He wouldn't have to have any other piece of furniture, the bed would double as a chair.
"Do you want to hold your nephew, Alexander?" Kurt asked.
"I don't want to drop the little dude." Finn said eyes wide on the baby.
Blaine laughed and shook his head, "I don't think you will, here." He said before placing the baby in his arms.
"Hey Alex. It's your cool uncle Finn. Just so you know, you can talk to me about anything, and don't worry we will have all kinds of dude days when your dads are out. Just you and me. We can watch football, I'll teach you the rules, and maybe even throw the pigskin around in the back yard. Though that should probably wait until you're older, I don't want Kurt to get all angry and that vein starts popping out of his forehead. Don't worry little dude, I'll teach you how to tell when that happens."
"FINN!" Kurt yelled in frustration.
Finn ignored his brother, "And, I'll be your favorite uncle, guarantee."
"Wrong, more like second favorite. Because ultimate favorite goes to the one and only Cooper Anderson, so get in line Frankenteen." Cooper said, announcing his presence.
"Wrong, Uncle Finn sounds way cooler than Uncle Cooper. Therefore Alex will view me as the favorite."
"Guys!" Blaine said breaking the tension, "Alexander will love you both equally and you will both be the favorite uncle. He only has two uncles, so he will make the best of it. Now give me my son before you really do drop him."
Finn handed over the baby to Blaine, while Cooper shuffled over to see his nephew for the first time.
"The kid is going to hate you though. Why did you think it was a good idea to give him your hair?" Cooper asked, before picking the boy out of Blaine's arms.
"You have no idea how many times I wished he wouldn't." Blaine mumbled.
Kurt sighed, "I'm not going to say I didn't want him to have my hair, because I did, but he's here now and perfect and healthy. Blaine you have survived eighteen years with your curls, I think our son will be able to do the same."
Blaine smiled and kissed his fiancé, before looking around the room to see all the people he cared about; Carole, Burt, Finn, Cooper, and even his mother. Somehow he knew everything was going to be okay.
-.-
Kurt gingerly walked down the stairs and into his and Blaine's almost apartment in the basement of the Hummel's house. Careful to not tear the stitches from the birth, Kurt sat down on their couch. Blaine followed with the carrier that held the tiny, sleeping, little boy.
"Welcome home." Blaine whispered to his son.
Taking care to not wake the child, Blaine took him out of the carrier and joined Kurt on the couch.
Kurt sighed, "He should probably be put in his crib so he can get used to sleeping there and not just in our arms."
"It will be fine just this time. Al will understand if we can't hold him all the time."
"We are not nicknaming our child, Al."
"Sure we aren't." Blaine said with a smile, content with the silence as he cuddled on the couch with his family.