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Rating; G/K

"We have some news."

Kurt wasn't proud of those words. He'd heard them too often in soaps, and they usually meant bad things. Finn shifted uncomfortably beside him, and for a fleeting second, Kurt was proud of him for understanding that this probably wasn't good news.

"Yes?" Kurt prompted when Burt and Carole were silent.

"I'm pregnant!"

Kurt was stunned, to put it lightly. For a second, he thought he'd misheard, but the look on Burt, Carole, and even Finn's face told them he hadn't.

"Oh…"

^.^

By the end of Carole's first month of pregnancy, only a week or so later, Kurt still didn't know how to react to the news. Their house was full of awkward silences, in fact the only ones who weren't awkward around each other were Burt and Carole – and that was purely because of their excitement.

Add to the fact that Carole's morning sickness had started right away – and lasted through the day – Kurt was very unsure of how to treat her, let alone work out how he felt about the pregnancy. He was left to clean and cook – and if he didn't the household was most likely to live off take-away for the next 8 months.

It was just weird - a concept he couldn't get over. He'd been an only child for sixteen years, and then he got a brother. And now a baby?

The hell was wrong with his family?

Blaine had come over to settle his worries.

"Babe, I don't know what you're so worried about. If it's a girl, you can teach her all about make-up and how to dress and everything. And if it's a guy, then you can teach him how to be a nice jock…or an awesome geek."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Have you thought about this before?"

Blaine ducked his head with a grin. "Maybe once or twice."

Kurt threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh. "It's going to cry and keep me up and everything will change."

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, a small smile on his lips. "You know everything will be fine, right?"

Kurt sighed. "Yeah…"

^.^

Three months in, and Kurt was still weird. The rest of the household had seemed to adapt, but Kurt still found himself creeping around, trying not to disturb the peace. There was something eerie nowadays, and no matter how many times Blaine tried to reassure him, he couldn't get over it.

He couldn't sleep – he'd been tossing and turning for a few hours. Every time he had tried to sleep, the image of a baby interrupted him, which prompted a whole new round of freaking out.

Deciding that sleep wasn't an option anymore, he made his way downstairs. It was one a.m., so he didn't expect the Finn that was draped on the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen.

"Finn…?"

The boy jumped and whipped around, his eyes wide. "I didn't-oh. Hey Kurt."

"What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep…"

"Neither." Kurt sighed, flopping onto the couch next to him.

They stared at the TV in silence for a few minutes.

"Kurt..?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you as freaked out about this baby thing as I am?"

Kurt sighed.

"Yeah..."

They lapsed back into silence.

"This is just so...weird." Finn sighed. "The whole house seems creepy all of a sudden."

"And Carole…"

"I keep feeling as if I'm gonna kill the kid inside her." Finn continued with his prompting. "I'm so tall and I'm not the most graceful guy around.And she's…" he paused, trying to find the right way to phrase it before giving up. "She's old…."

"…and fragile." Kurt finished softly, nodding.

Finn had probably summed up the past three months of his life in a few sentences.

^.^

In month four, Blaine came up with a solution to help Kurt, taking him to visit Jeff, and his sister, younger than him by more than ten years.

"Blaine…what are you trying to achieve with this?" Kurt whined as he got out of the car.

Blaine grinned. Kurt had become more temperamental than Carole lately.

"I'm trying to show you that it's not weird having a younger sibling."

"Yeah, but that's Jeff."

"And it'll be you soon. Come on." Blaine forcibly took his hand and pulled him to the front door, knocking firmly.

The sound of thundering footsteps and an excited squeal made Kurt grin. He liked kids.

"Jeffy! Jeffy!" a young, excited voice called. "They're here!"

"I can hear, Katelyn." They heard Jeff shout from inside the house. "Nick, can you make sure it's them?"

Blaine turned to Kurt with a grin, but he stopped short, seeing Kurt's freaked out expression.

"What?"

"What if Carole asks me to babysit and I neglect it! Or lose it!"

Blaine's answer was cut off by the door opening, and a blonde little girl's large blue eyes staring up at them excitedly.

"Blaine!" she cried, throwing herself at his legs.

"Hey guys." Nick grinned, opening the door fully to let them in. "Katelyn, they need to be inside the house before you ravish them with greetings."

"What's ravish?"

"It's like smothering."

She nodded at the familiar word and obediently let go of Blaine's legs, smiling shyly at Kurt – she'd only met him once or twice.

"Hi Kurt."

"Hey Katelyn. How are you?"

"I'm good."

The vague reply was met by her throwing her arms around his legs as he stepped into the house, but this time Nick didn't stop her. They stayed for dinner – Jeff's parents were at a meeting until late – and over time, Kurt realised what Blaine was trying to show him. The relationship between Katelyn and Jeff were more like father and daughter than brother and sister – Jeff was13 years older than her, but there was still an underlying hint of sibling rivalry.

He also found that there was nothing weird – Katelyn was a lot more intelligent than most three year olds, and Kurt realised this was because she had to grow up in a much older world.

He wondered if this would be the case with his little brother or sister.

"See. Having a much younger kid isn't going to be horrible." Blaine said when they were in the car, returning to Kurt's.

Kurt chuckled. "This was one incidence. She was in a good mood and she's lovely. Your argument is invalid."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Now you're just looking for excuses for it to be bad."

Kurt shrugged. "I'm preparing myself for the worst."

^.^

Month five was when Burt started to realise something wasn't right. He sat Finn and Kurt in the lounge room while Carole was at work.

"Are…you boys okay?"

Finn raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Kurt for support.

"About what? I feel fine…?"

Burt huffed. "I mean about the baby. Carole's pregnancy."

Both boys paused, and Burt nodded.

"I know it's a little strange, but are you guys okay with everything?"

Finn and Kurt both exchanged a look of panic, and silently agreed on one thing; lying. There was nothing Burt could do if they were unhappy, so why push the issue?

"Everything's fine." Finn said a little tooquickly, and Kurt nodded.

"It's…new, but it's something good. We're happy, and excited for you both."

Burt eyed him critically, but Kurt kept a straight face, and a charming grin. "Was that all you wanted?"

With a sigh, Burt nodded.

For weeks after, Burt continuously tried to get the two boys on their own – Finn especially. He was surehe could get the boy to crack under the pressure of a hard gaze. Kurt had intercepted his intentions though, always managing to keep Carole nearby or walk in on them trying to talk. Blaine and Rachel also were involved, running interference whenever Kurt couldn't.

He was sneaky, Burt would give him that much.

^.^

"Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Blaine asked for the fourth time that afternoon.

Kurt heaved a sigh, rolling onto his stomach. Kurt was freaking out more than ever.

"It all seems so…awkward. Like, once this baby comes…things will change."

Blaine crawled onto the bed, pulling Kurt into a hug. "You're having little children syndrome. I assure you, that once this baby comes, Burt and Carole will still love you equally."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's not that. It's just…it's always been Finn and Carole, and me and Dad. This baby…it's going to turn into Carole and Burt and the baby, and me and Finn."

Blaine studied him with a small grin. "You know you described exactly what I just said."

Kurt huffed. "It's different though!"

Blaine nuzzled his neck. "Yeah. I get it. But everything will be fine. I promise."

^.^

"Kurt!"

Kurt froze. It was the first time that he'd been alone with Carole, and so far he'd been hiding in his room. Burt and Finn were with Blaine at the shop – Blaine was making sure there were no awkward talks between them.

His immediate thought was to panic. What if the baby was coming? What would he do? The ambulance! He grabbed his phone and hurried to the stairs.

"Carole? What's wrong?"

"You should come down here!"

"Is it…do you need me to call an ambulance…or Dad?"

Carole chuckled and Kurt blushed. "No sweetie, I just want to show you something."

Kurt cringed and put his phone in his pocket, making his way downstairs.

She sat on the couch, one hand on her stomach, grinning.

"Come here."

Kurt remained at the foot of the stairs. "…Why?"

"Just come here." She laughed, patting the seat.

He didn't want to, but he made his way over, trying to smush himself into the other side of the couch.

"Are you okay?" her eyebrows knitted into a frown of concern, and he realised he was being fartoo suspicious. He shifted closer.

"Of course." He put on a fake grin. "What did you want to show me?"

"Give me your hand."

Kurt hesitated, before placing his hand on Carole's outstretched one. She pulled him forward, placing his hand on her stomach. He tensed up. This was weird.

"Just wait." She said softly, moving his hand around.

He fought the urge to jerk away, but then he froze.

It kicked him.

He stared at his hand, resting gently over Carole's stomach with his eyes wide and his mouth parted in shock.

"Feel it?" she whispered, and he nodded wordlessly.

"I'm eighty precent sure she's a girl." Carole said and Kurt's eyes widened further as two more kicks followed.

He took away his hand, still staring at her stomach.

"That's so…" he squeezed his eyes shut. "Strange."

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay Kurt?"

He nodded. "I'm okay."

"You know you don't have to be scared of her." She said soothingly. "She's just a baby."

"I'm not scared." He said softly, but Carole looked unconvinced, and it was hard to lie to her. "I'm just…trying to get used to the idea of a little person walking around."

"If you ever need to talk, you know I'm always here, right?"

Kurt nodded, giving her a genuine smile.

"Thanks Carole."

^.^

"The baby's due soon." Kurt said softly one day, and Blaine looked up at him.

"You've got at least another month…"

"That's soon." Kurt sighed. "Too soon. I'm not ready."

Blaine hugged him. "Yes you are."

Kurt shook his head and Blaine laughed.

"Come on. We should go shopping."

"For what?"

"Baby stuff!"

Kurt studied his face with a critical look. "Burt and Carole have already done that – I showed you the nursery."

Blaine laughed. "Not just anyold baby stuff. Something that she'll have and knowsit's from you. A little…sibling thing."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah."

Blaine grinned eagerly and took his hand, heading downstairs and outside.

^.^

When they returned, Kurt had a full bag of pink items.

"Blaine…" Kurt said, looking down at it. "What if it isn't a girl…?"

Blaine chuckled. "Aren't you always saying that fashion has no gender?"

"But…babies are influential!"

"Then it can be a boy who loves pink." He grinned, taking Kurt's face in his hands and kissing him.

"But I don't want to already ruin the kids' life! What if he goes into high school wearing pink! They'd kill him!"

Blaine laughed. "Then you're going to have to be the one to dry his tears and tell him stories of how you braved the bullies."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.

^.^

"…I mean…I'm going to New York…" Carole winced halfway through his sentence, but Kurt was looking at his hands. "This little girl isn't going to…she's not going to know me."

Burt sat in his armchair, watching Kurt sympathetically. They had finally gotten Kurt to sit down and spill, but before he could console his son, Carole straightened up, a weird sort of grimace on her face.

"Boys…" she started, and both Kurt and Burt looked up at her. "I think it's time I go deliver this baby."

There was a stunned silence as both Burt and Kurt took a moment to register what she'd said.

"Wait…what?" Kurt tilted his head, a frown on his face.

Burt hadn't moved.

"Burt, my water just broke."

Kurt suddenly shot up. "Oh god. Dad!"

"Kurt…go get the keys…and call Finn." Carole ordered, and clicked at Burt to get his attention. "Honey, help me to the car."

Burt finally snapped out of his shock and his eyes widened, standing up as Kurt fled the room. His phone was in his hand as he plucked Burt's keys from the bowl.

"Kurt, can you follow behind us? Burt will probably stay with me for a little bit."

Kurt grabbed his own keys too.

"Hello?"

"Finn! Carole's in labour!"

There was a stunned pause on the other end.

"What? Shit. Okay. I'll be there soon!"

"The hospital. Go to the hospital!"

Kurt hung up and raced upstairs; grabbing the overnight bag that Carole had packed a few weeks ago. He stumbled downstairs, tossing the keys to Burt and stuffing the bag into the backseat, before climbing into his Navigator.

^.^

Pacing outside her room, Kurt was freaking out. Carole had offered let him stay in the room while she gave birth but…no. That was crossing the line.

He couldn't sit – couldn't stand still. This was it. The baby was coming. A little girl. His little sister.

He shook his head.

"Kurt!" he heard Finn call from down the hall and whipped around to find Blaine with him.

They were both covered in dirt, in full uniform, with their footy bags in their hands. Kurt practically launched himself at Blaine, but stopped short.

"Sorry…can you…" he turned around, motioning to the bathroom. "At least wash the dirt off…"

Blaine laughed heartily, his eyes wide and alert and headed to the bathroom, Finn following.

Kurt went back to pacing.

When the two boys emerged, they had washed the dirt off and changed into their street clothes, looking far more presentable. Kurt hugged Blaine properly, and turned to Finn, who was looking freaked out.

"You okay?"

Finn nodded feebly. "How is she?"

Kurt laughed. "Ridiculously calm. Her…water broke, at home, and she just took control. No worries."

Finn laughed as well. "Sounds just like mum."

The next four hours were a mixture of worry, fear and trying to tell each other that everything was okay. Blaine was surprisingly calm as well, getting them drinks from the vending machines while they worried with each other.

It was around seven at night when the doctor finally emerged from the room, a grin on his face. Kurt, Blaine and Finn all stared at him expectantly.

"Everything went perfectly." He assured them, holding the door open. "You can go in now."

"Thank you!" Kurt called, looking at Finn and then grabbing Blaine's hand.

The three of them entered the room cautiously, and Kurt's face lit up when he saw a little pink bundle in Carole's arms. It wasa girl. Burt looked more tired than she was, but happy nonetheless, one hand on Carole's shoulder; staring down at his daughter.

Kurt sucked in a breath, stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hi."

Carole let out a small, breathy laugh. "Hey."

Finn and Blaine lingered at the door, watching carefully.

"Do you want to hold her?"

Kurt's eyes widened, shaking his head as an automatic reaction. "No…no no no. I'll…no."

Carole chuckled. "Come on. Hold out your arms."

Kurt didn't protest, holding out his arms and biting his lower lip. Carole sat up with a small wince and placed her in his arms, smiling fondly.

"You gave her up easy." Burt commented gently, a small smile on his lips. "She didn't let me hold her until she was sure I knew how – despite the fact that I managed to raise you just fine…"

Kurt laughed gently, trying not to rustle the tiny baby in his arms. She was so…small. And little. And perfect.

She was everything that Kurt imagined her to be – blue eyes with small tufts of brown patchy hair.

"What's her name?" Kurt breathed as Blaine came up behind him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Alice." Burt said softly, and Kurt grinned down at her.

"Alice…" Kurt repeated, and glanced up at Blaine.

He was grinning – his smile as wide as his face – and reached forward to gently stroke her little fingers.

Finn edged over, hesitating before peering at her.

"Do you wanna hold her?" Kurt asked softly.

Finn blanched. "No."

They didn't press the matter, and Finn relaxed, sitting opposite to Kurt. Carole and Finn Hudson, Kurt and Burt Hummel, and Alice Hudson-Hummel.

They were a family, and Kurt couldn't be happier.

"I…I am going to get a drink…" Finn said softly – it was all a bit overwhelming.

"I'll come with." Blaine offered, and he nodded. "Do you guys want anything?"

When they left, Kurt returned to just staring at Alice, captivated by how absolutely special she was.

"Kurt…" Carole said softly, and he looked up, a grin still on his face. "What you were talking about earlier…you will be a part of Alice's life. You're going to be her older brother who is in New York, making something of his life. You're going to be the one she talks about to her friends, because she has a famous older brother. She won't ever forget you."

It actually brought tears to Kurt's eyes, and he blinked them back, staring back down at Alice.

"Thank you…"

^.^

Kurt rocked Alice absently, pacing the lounge room. Blaine watched him from the couch, a fond smile on his face. They were due to fly out the next day, and Kurt was spending as much time as he could with Alice before he had to leave.

Alice was now a month old, and was quite a bit bigger then she'd been when Burt and Carole had brought her home from the hospital. Kurt had babysat her a couple of times – with or without Blaine, but they still didn't quite trust Finn to look after her by himself – Finn's reluctance to hold her playing a big part in that descision.

"I don't really want to leave tomorrow." Kurt said abruptly.

"I know. But you'll regret it if you don't."

Kurt sighed.

"I just don't want to miss her growing up."

"You won't. How many visits back have you planned already? 5 or 6? And that's only until Christmas." Blaine teased gently.

Kurt smiled, looking back at Alice. "I'm still going to be a stranger in her life." Kurt said softly. "Carole promised to talk about me…but that's all I'll be. It'll be like the awkward uncle nobody wants to show up, but does anyway."

Blaine scoffed. "You're an idiot. There is nothing awkward or uncle-like about you. You'll come home and she'll run into your arms and beg for you to stay for longer than a week this time. As she gets older, she'll start getting grossed out by how adorable we are as a couple and when she's even older than that she'll go and see you on Broadway."

Kurt smiled gently, placing Alice in her cot and pulling Blaine into a hug.

"I'm sorry I keep freaking out."

Blaine shrugged. "That's what I'm here for – to reassure you."

Kurt smiled and cuddled further into Blaine.

"I have a feeling you guys are going to be really good friends."

"Despite the age gap?"

"Despite the age gap."

A/N: So this one was in the works for a while, before I started doing the prompts - Claire helped me power through it :D