The entire flight to Hawaii is spent grinning inanely at one another, with Blaine then making a funny little 'hmmm,' noise of contentment, turning to look out of the window before turning back to gaze at Kurt once more.

"What?" Kurt smiles.

"What?"

"You know what."

"So do you know what," Blaine grins, leaning over to kiss his lips. "Baby."

"Baby Hummel-Anderson," Kurt says with a small laugh.

"When do you want to tell everyone?"

"I think not yet," Kurt says, scrunching his nose adorably. "I mean, Santana knows obviously, because it's her body, and I expect she's told Lacy but...other than that, I like the idea of it being our secret for a while longer, if that's okay?"

"That's completely okay," Blaine says happily. "I feel the same. Plus the doctor did stress that it's early days. I'd hate to announce it and then something goes wrong. Let's wait a while."

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you want to find out? Boy or girl?"

"Nope," he says, then looks anxiously at Kurt. "I mean...if you..."

"No," he shakes his head. "It'll be a girl."

"Kurt! Seriously, you have to quit with that, or else when it's a boy you're going to be sorely disappointed and I don't want anything to ruin this for us."

"I won't be disappointed," Kurt chuckles. "It'll be a baby. A tiny little cutie baby with ten cute fingers and ten cute toes. With an adorable tummy made for tickling, a little button nose made to be kissed and..."

"Stop, you're making me cry," Blaine laughs, swiping at his eyes. "Let's just...let's just agree that whatever sex the baby is, it will be the cutest baby ever, in the whole history of babies."

"With the hottest parents in the entire world," Kurt adds.

"Naturally."

"It's a..."

"Hut!" Blaine finishes for Kurt as they walk hand in hand along the walkway. "It's still a hut."

"I just love it here so much," Kurt sighs contentedly. "Oh!" Stopping dead in his tracks, Kurt's eyes go wide.

Blaine follows his gaze but can only see palm trees and huts, and he looks back at Kurt who still seems frozen. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asks anxiously. "Kurt?"

"Oh, Blaine! Oh...ooh...tears," he says, fanning at his face. "Tears. Oh!"

"Will you just tell me what's wrong?" Blaine cries, voice full of concern as he looks at Kurt.

"The next time we come here..." Kurt starts slowly as a huge grin breaks out across his face. "It will be with our baby."

Blaine stares transfixed for a moment, before letting out a small squeak of happiness. "A family vacation," he says quietly. "Oh my goodness."

"Blaine!" Kurt says, grasping at his hand. "Oh my god! One of us will have the bags, one of us...actually...me...will be holding the baby. Oh! We can take them to swim with dolphins!"

"We can," Blaine grins, hugging Kurt tight as his tears flow freely. "Hey," he whispers kissing into his hair. "You will be the best daddy there is, you know that?"

"Uh-uh," he says with a shake of his head. "I want you to be daddy. I'll be papa."

"You...but I..."

"But you have waited for this much longer than I have, for a start," he says, gently caressing the side of his face. "And I have a very romantic notion of watching you with a little girl who looks up to you and calls you daddy. You let me be the...sperm donor," he says, wincing, "It's only fair that you get this."

"Thank you," Blaine whispers gratefully. "That means everything."

"Weird to think this will be our last vacation as a couple for like...eighteen years," Kurt says in awe.

"It won't be," Blaine laughs. "I'm sure Rachel or Kathy would bite our arms off to look after a baby for a few days...and of course, staying with grandparents is almost obligatory, I believe. We can dump and run."

"True. But still, we'd better make the most of this one," Kurt says with a wicked grin. "Lots of drinking, lots of dancing, tons of sex..."

"That sounds good to me. Hey!" he yelps as Kurt scoops him into his arms and leaves the bags abandoned on the walkway. "What are you doing?"

"Making the most of you," he laughs as they enter their room and close the door.

"I think we should change the car," Blaine muses the next day as they lounge side by side on the beach. "Get one of those big four by four things. They're safer. In fact, I think we should get two. I don't like the thought of having to take the baby on public transport. All those germs..."

"Blaine," Kurt sighs, rolling onto his front and lifting his sunglasses to look at him. "We're on vacation. Please be quiet."

"Sorry." He turns over too, ducking his head apologetically.

"It's not that I don't want to have all these discussions, because I do, I absolutely do...But Santana is only four weeks pregnant. We have thirty six more weeks at least to talk about all these details. I meant what I said, I just want to enjoy this time together."

"You're right."

"And so are you," Kurt says kindly. "About the car, I mean. But can we discuss it more when we return?"

"Of course."

"And now can we go for a swim and then get cocktails?"

"Cocktails?" Blaine says in surprise. "It's only just noon."

"C'mon," he wheedles, moving to Blaine's sunlounger and squishing up next to him. "Live a little. In a couple of years you'll be sitting here making sandcastles thinking 'damn, I wish I could have cocktails for lunch.'"

"You win again," Blaine sighs with a smile. "As always."

"I'm old," Blaine groans that afternoon. They lie on opposite ends of the couch in their room, the patio doors open and the warm breeze washing over them as the ocean rolls gently to the shore. They are still buzzing from the cocktails but it's a happy, relaxed kind of buzz- which has Blaine lying there with his eyes closed and arms folded behind his head.

"You're not old," Kurt says, watching him, his left toe wriggling to tickle at the sensitive spot just above Blaine's left hip.

"I'm nearly forty."

"You're three months away from turning thirty nine."

"Old."

"Perfect."

They fall silent for a while, the soft yet firm pressure of Kurt's hands massaging Blaine's feet being all the comfort and reassurance that Blaine needs. To Kurt he will never be old, but he will always be perfect.

"It's just over two years since we were last here," Kurt comments idly, stopping his massage.

"Mmmm hmm."

"Remember all the sex we had?"

"I've only just recovered," Blaine says, eyes still shut but smiling as he speaks. "Mind you, I don't think we do too badly now..."

"No complaints from over here." Kurt pauses a moment and Blaine feels him shuffling about a little before he settles once more. "I remember on our cab ride home you said 'no stone unturned.'"

"Mmm."

"And I corrected you."

"You did."

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like surprises?"

"Depends what the surprise is, I guess," Blaine muses. "I liked the surprise of you proposing to me, yes. I didn't like the surprise of Cooper hiding a frog in my sock drawer when I was seven. I cried for days."

"Blaine?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"Do you really not know where this is going?"

"Where what is going?"

"Open your eyes, Blaine."

Slowly, sleepily, Blaine opens his eyes to find Kurt at the opposite end of the couch, naked and stroking his rigid, hard cock, blue eyes heavy with lust and focused solely on his astounded husband.

"Mother of fucking god!"

"Watch me," Kurt commands softly, and Blaine nods eagerly, mouth still slightly agape.

"Can I...?"

"No," Kurt says, his voice cracking slightly as he gives a flick of his wrist around the head. "Just watch."

"I can do that," he breathes. "Jesus, Kurt. You're so hot. You get better and better as you get older. Fuck," he growls, shifting as he feels his cock hardening quickly and he becomes desperate to touch himself.

"So do you though," Kurt says, allowing his foot to wander slowly along the inside of his thigh. "I know you don't see it, but god... You do things to me, Blaine. The glasses, the flecks of gray in your hair, the way you work hard to keep your body so tight...so...ready...for me. You do all that for me, your one and only."

"Yes...yes..."

"How does that make you feel, Blaine?" Kurt asks, his voice low as he smears precome around his head. "To know that you're the only one who can ever touch me? Ever take me?"

"Good," comes the somewhat strangulated response. "So good!"

"No one else will ever see me like this," Kurt says, lifting his hips to tease over his hole. "Only you."

"Only...fuck...Kurt, let me..."

"Watch me," he commands again. "Watch me come for you, Blaine. Just for you."

"Yes, Kurt...finger yourself for me...go on..."

And Kurt obliges happily, sucking two fingers into his mouth before trailing them back to his entrance, still stretched from their morning activities, and pushes them inside, moaning loudly and throwing his head back.

"Does that feel good Kurt?" Blaine asks desperately, now sitting on his hands. "Tell me."

"So good," he acknowledges, slowly pulling his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing them back in. "So good...Blaine...not as good as you though."

"Not as good as my cock?" Blaine asks, getting a moan as a response as Kurt's other hand flies over himself. "Jesus...oh yes, Kurt...you look so hot...so hot... Go on," he says, seeing that Kurt is close. "Let go."

Kurt throws his head back and comes, thick white ropes which spill onto his stomach and run down his cock to the crease in his thighs. Blaine is there in an instant, burying his face into Kurt's groin as he laps at his come and moans happily. One hand rubs desperately at the bulge in his shorts, and when his tongue moves to clean over Kurt's stomach, he reaches inside and finishes himself off, coming hard yet silently, face smeared with sticky white and those big, amber eyes fixed on his husband who watches in blissed out awe.

"Huuuuuhhh," Blaine groans, collapsing onto Kurt's chest.

"Was that all you hoped it would be?" Kurt asks, playing fondly with his hair.

"That was... Oh my goodness. The hottest thing I have ever, ever seen. I always knew it would be. If my brain hadn't rushed south I would have had the sense to film that. Jeez."

"You are not filming anything," Kurt says primly. "I'll just do it again some time, that's all."

They laugh together then Kurt's arms tighten their hold. "Don't go anywhere yet," he murmurs.

"No? Don't you want to clean up?"

"Not yet. Just let me hold you awhile. The biggest thing that's gonna change by having this baby is the amount of time we get for stuff like this... So no. No cleaning up just yet. Only cuddles."

Romance becomes the theme for their vacation once again, with long, lazy days spent in one another's arms sharing sweet, intimate kisses. They take all the time they need to make love with one another- the result being that they return home exhausted but deliriously happy, and Blaine pulls his phone out the second they've landed to text Santana.

How are you? How is the baby, and most importantly, is anyone hospitalized?

Your dad is fine, if that's what you're panicking about. As for me... My breasts hurt. Like really hurt. And I'm not even feeling any rage. Baby is fine as far as I know- it doesn't talk much.

Can I come see you tomorrow? Kurt and Anna are going to look at possible new premises as we're gonna be needing that second bedroom back :D

You can take me out for lunch. Noon.

But when Blaine arrives the next day, he is met by a worried looking Lacy at the door. "She's throwing up," she says, panicked. "She's been at it since she woke up. I'm worried she's caught something."

Blaine rushes straight into the bedroom to find Santana glaring at him. "I hate you, and I hate your husband's sperm," she snaps.

"She hasn't caught anything," Blaine explains patiently to Lacy. "She's got morning sickness, that's all. The book says it usually goes by the end of the first trimester."

"That's seven fucking weeks away!" Santana yells. "I haven't eaten all morning, I'm starved! Trust you two to have an awkward kid. Typical."

"It's not the baby, it's your hormones," he says sweetly, taking her hand. "You know, the book says..."

"Fuck the book. Lacy has to go to work. You're taking me out to lunch."

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Blaine says warily. "Morning sickness can actually last all day. Maybe it'd be better if I made you some dry toast."

"Maybe it'd be better if you kept those balls that Kurt seems to value so much," she snarls. "Take me out for lunch."

Clearly the nausea passes, for Santana manages an enormous lunch and brightens considerably with food inside her. They take the afternoon to walk through the park, stopping for coffee overlooking Lake Michigan.

"Kurt wants to take you shopping for maternity clothes," Blaine says, sliding a coffee across to her.

"He doesn't have to do that. I can buy some stuff."

"You can, but you won't. Let Kurt and I, please."

"Ugh. Well if Kurt's gonna get all... Kurt about it, I guess I'd better indulge him," she says with a small smile. "Did you get me decaf?"

"Of course."

"Good. So...when do you want to tell everyone?"

"Well I was wondering if you'd come back to Ohio with us for the twins birthday? That would put you at ten weeks, and according to the book..."

"Do you sleep with the book?"

"I sleep with Kurt."

"Is Kurt the book?" she teases. "Or did Kurt eat the book, and he recites passages to you during sex?"

"You're impossible," Blaine laughs in spite of himself. "Look, everyone knows we're trying to have a baby, but no one knows about our choice of surrogate. So will you come home with us so we can tell everyone, please?"

"Will Berry be there, so I can see the look on her face?"

"She's a Hudson now."

"Whatever. Will she be there?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm in."

"I'm betting you fifty dollars that both our dads cry," Kurt says as Blaine drives them back to Ohio.

"Nope, I'm not taking that, because you know they will," Blaine laughs. "Fifty bucks says Rachel screams."

"No way!"

"I have to pee," Santana calls from the back.

"Again? We only stopped twenty minutes ago." Kurt sighs.

"I don't care, I have to pee."

Blaine notices Kurt's huffing and reaches across for his hand. "It's okay," he says, squeezing gently. "It's common to go a lot during the first and last trimester. The book says..."

"Blaine Hummel-Anderson if you don't stop quoting that book I will ram it so far down your throat you'll never speak again!" Kurt cries exasperatedly and a strained silence falls until Santana speaks again.

"Fifty bucks says Kurt 'accidentally' loses the book."

"I'm sorry," Blaine says quietly, once they've pulled over and Santana is safely ensconced in the restrooms. "I'm just... I don't know. Over anxious, I guess."

"Honey, I know," Kurt says kindly, reaching out to play with the curls at the back of his neck. "And I'm sorry for snapping. But please try to stop worrying. The baby is developing well, and Santana seems really healthy apart from mild morning sickness which she blows out of all proportion."

Blaine looks up at Kurt, eyes shining with tears. "What if I'm a really bad father though?" he whispers fearfully. "What if the baby arrives and I don't know how to hold it, or how to stop it crying? What if I can't bath it properly, or feed it the right way? What if it doesn't like me?"

"Oh Blaine," Kurt sighs, tugging him into his arms as best he can. "No amount of book reading will prepare you for the reality of actually having a baby in your arms. And we neither of us have any kind of experience in that area. But I do know this. Millions of people have done what we're about to do, and have managed to successfully raise a baby into a well adjusted adult. There's nothing to suggest we can't do the same. And we will figure it all out together, okay? And as for the baby not liking you... No one can resist those beautiful eyes, that charming smile and those dapper bow ties," he teases gently. "Blaine...just be you. Because you are loveable and you will love our child, and that will be enough."

"I'm done," Santana announces, climbing back into the car. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No," Blaine says, looking at Kurt and smiling softly. "Kurt was just reminding me exactly why I married him. I love you," he says, leaning across and kissing him tenderly.

Kurt sighs happily, letting his eyelids flutter closed as their lips linger together. "I love you too," he breathes and for once, Santana is silent.

The announcement is received pretty much as expected. All parents cry, Finn and Cooper holler loudly, Rachel screams and Wes wipes frantically at his eyes. Sebastian is the biggest surprise, completely overcome, gushing about how happy he is and telling Blaine he cannot wait to meet the new addition.

"So you found a good surrogate then?" Mike asks, still holding Blaine's hand tightly, too excited to let go.

"We did," Blaine nods. "Or rather, the surrogate found us. Santana is carrying our baby."

There is a clear moment of silence, where everyone looks to one another, but then Burt shrugs. "Right. Well. Makes sense I suppose. Santana, that's incredibly kind of you."

"Thank you Burt."

"Oh Santana, darling!" Sara gushes. "Are you comfortable enough in that chair? Michael, Blaine, move and let Santana have the couch to herself."

"No way!" Blaine laughs. "She's not gonna break."

"I liked you better with the book," she glares at him.

Rachel stands. "Santana?"

"Berry." Santana's whole face lights up, ready to embrace the fury, but Rachel smiles at her instead.

"Thank you. There's no way I could have offered to do something as selfless as that...and I'm in awe of you. Thank you for giving Kurt and Blaine such a wonderful gift."

"That's it?" Santana asks, disappointed. "That's all you've got to say? I was expecting full on banshee. I'm kinda upset."

"Okay, okay...well...let's just all be happy that everyone's so...happy," Wes interrupts as Finn wisely directs Rachel to the other side of the room. "So...due date?"

"March fifth," Kurt says with a grin.

"A spring baby," Sara says as she kisses his cheek. "New beginnings."

As time moves on, Santana proves to be the perfect surrogate. She attends every appointment with Kurt and Blaine, she keeps herself fit and healthy, and once the morning sickness subsides she becomes a whole lot happier. The three decide to attend counselling to help prepare them, with Santana receiving help to detach herself emotionally from the baby she is carrying and learning to be excited for Kurt and Blaine's arrival, and it gives them all a chance to air their thoughts, hopes, fears and misgivings in a safe environment. It helps enormously, with the result that by the time Christmas arrives, they are all three excited about the future.

"I got you guys a gift," Santana announces on Christmas Eve. She is twenty nine weeks pregnant, with a firm, round bump that she is happy to emphasise in clingy maternity tops. To Kurt's eternal delight, she looks effortlessly chic while pregnant, and is frequently stopped in the street by people asking to touch her bump. She snaps at them of course, and takes great pleasure in the looks on people's faces when she tells them it isn't hers, but still, when silent, she looks wonderful.

"I think you've already given us quite the gift," Blaine says, coming down the hall with a paintbrush in his hand.

"You're decorating?"

"Yes. You're letting yourself into our apartment again?"

"Yes. Nursery?"

Blaine's face becomes one giant, goofy grin. "Yeah."

"Can I look?"

"Sure. It's not finished, but..." Leading her down the hall, he stops outside the door to the second bedroom and pushes it open to reveal Kurt, with cans of different coloured paint everywhere, diligently painting a mural on one wall. "That's Kurt's side," Blaine explains as Kurt waves. "I'm not allowed over there. I have to paint the other walls."

"You've painted a giant rainbow," Santana tells Kurt as if he hadn't noticed. "Talk about gay pride."

"It's a fantasy woodland scene," he grumbles, and Santana notices all the little animals painted underneath the rainbow. Foxes, badgers, mice and bunnies sit alongside a unicorn and fairies seated on toadstools.

"Huh. Kinda...beautiful," she says in surprise. "Like, really stunning."

"And look what I did," Blaine says proudly. "Listen." He goes to the wooden crib, for the moment standing in the center of the room, and winds the mobile. The sound of piano music fills the air- not the usual tinkling chimes but real piano music, a gentle, soothing lullaby.

"God. I could fall asleep to that," Santana sighs. "Not cause it's boring," she adds hurriedly. "Because it's so soothing. Where did you find that?"

"I made it," Blaine says proudly. That's me playing. I bought the mobile, dismantled it and changed the music over."

"I love it," Santana grins.

"Would you...I...I have it on cd...if you wanted you could take a copy and play it..."

"Yes please," she says quickly. "That works for me to get to sleep and your baby will be born knowing the tune already. Perfect. The room looks amazing, you guys. This is gonna be one lucky baby. Oh, but now my gift seems really lame."

"Gift?" Kurt says, setting down his paintbrush. "What gift?"

"Well it's for the baby really," Santana explains, blushing slightly. "I uh...I know I'll see you guys all the time, but I wanted the baby to have something from me to...to...I don't know," she says, embarrassed. "To connect us, in some way? Am I making sense?"

"Perfect sense," Blaine says as he hugs her close.

She hands the bag to him and he reaches inside to pull out the brightest, most orange teddy he has ever seen. "Wow!" Kurt says with a surprised laugh. "That's...that's...orange."

"I know," she smiles. "You two are all pastels, yellows, greens, whites...so I thought I'd add a splash of color. You like?"

"It's uh...it's certainly different," Blaine says politely as he sets the teddy in the crib. "It stands out."

"Your gift won't be forgotten, put it that way," Kurt says, coming over to kiss her cheek. "Is the baby awake?"

"If I say yes that means I'm gonna have to sit with your heads in my lap for the next hour, so I'm going to lie and say no."

"Please?" Kurt begs, eyes wide.

"Go on then," she sighs. "But half an hour only. You've got all day tomorrow."

"We haven't," Blaine says as they all head into the living room. "My mom will monopolize you. Okay. Kurt? What shall we sing?"

"You are literally the only people in the entire world I would ever let do this," Santana huffs as she sits on the couch and pulls her top up to expose her stomach. "Here." Taking Kurt's hand, she places it on the top of the bump. "Say hello."

"Hello baby," Kurt coos, his face lighting up as he snuggles down and dares to kiss Santana's skin. She raises no objection though- how can you when the baby kicks sharply at the sound of its papa's voice?

"I think it knows you," she smiles.

"What about me?"

"Calm down, Blaine. You'll get a turn. Here, come the other side." She places his hand down low, pushing on it. "That's the head, there. You feel?"

"Yeah," he breathes, in awe as he always is. "Hello, little one. It's Christmas Eve," he says, forgetting completely about Santana's presence and reaching out to grip Kurt's hand. "And your papa and I are getting your bedroom ready so that tonight, Santa can come. Even though you're not here yet, he's gonna bring you some gifts ready for when you do arrive. And you know what? This Christmas will be perfect, because Christmases with your papa always are, but next Christmas will be the best ever, because you'll be sitting on my knee, tearing at brightly colored wrapping, and no doubt you'll be more interested in the box than the gift...but you'll be here. Our little one. And...oh look, I've made myself cry."

"And me," Kurt says quietly through a cascade of tears. "Oh Blaine. I can't wait."

Santana is used to these visits by now. She usually sits in complete silence and lets them coo over her wriggling stomach until she can't stand the sweetness anymore and announces it's her home time. But today she finds her hands reaching out to play with Kurt and Blaine's hair as tears roll down her cheeks. "I'm so happy I can do this for you two," she says quietly. "You deserve it more than anyone I know."

Kurt kisses her stomach once more before resting his cheek there, happy to feel a tiny foot batting at his face. "You know you're tied to us for life, right? Cause we're gonna love you forever."

"Shut up," she smiles, wiping at her wet cheeks. "I'm hormonal enough as it is. Tell me I'm fat and ugly or something so I can kick you."

"You're not. You're a beautiful...storage unit," Kurt says, which makes them all laugh loudly. "Can we sing?"

"You usually do," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Why don't you sing with us?" Blaine asks. "The baby hears your voice more than most anyway. Let's all sing some carols."

"I'm in the fucking Walton's," she murmurs, but when Blaine starts to sing Silent Night, she soon joins in.