A/N: We just really like Klaine with pregnant daughters, okay...?

Rating: PG/T

"So... holy hell this is hard... Dads? Both of you? We need to talk."

Blaine and Kurt glanced at each other, raising an eyebrow as Emily paced in front of them.

"You okay Em?" Blaine asked, leaning against the table.

She ran her fingers through her curls, swallowing hard.

"I have something to tell you…and you have to promise not to freak out or get mad at me."

Kurt faltered. This could only mean bad news.

"Promise?"

Kurt nodded hesitantly, glancing at Blaine.

"Okay…?" Blaine said softly. He could sense the upcoming doom as well.

It wasn't like Emily to be this quiet – she was energetic and bubbly and outgoing and never nervous. It was a weird contrast.

"Alright…so have you guys ever considered grandchildren?"

"Oh my god…" Kurt whispered. It clicked in his head, and suddenly everything came flooding back and all he could think was why didn't I realise sooner?

Kurt wandered through the halls of the shopping mall, mentally sorting his list into aisles. He threw tissues, toilet paper and deodorant into the trolley, pausing as he passed the pads and tampons sections. He glanced at the list, trying to find them – because Emily always put them on there. He frowned when he couldn't see them, and chewed his lip thoughtfully.

Maybe she had just forgotten? Unless she didn't need any more.

He let it slide, shrugging and continuing on his way.

But it happened again and again, and it had gone two months without any of those items on his list. He was starting to get worried. But how could he ask her without it being awkward? Suppose she was getting them herself these days?

It took Blaine a little longer to catch on.

"Grandchildren?" he grinned. "I'd love grandchildren one day…"

Kurt face-palmed, a cold pit of dread forming in his stomach. He hoped to god this wasn't what he thought it was. Emily would've talked to them sooner, right? I mean, she was usually eccentric – this could just be a random question.

Kurt's eyes flew to her stomach, and dear godit was slightly raised. His eyes squeezed shut as Emily continued.

"Dads…" she was getting more nervous as she tried to explain it. "I…ugh, this is ridiculous. Dads, I think I'm pregnant."

Kurt took a deep breath, his hand immediately searching for Blaine's. Blaine had frozen, his mouth dropping.

"Um…" he whispered, and Emily smiled a little.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm pregnant…and…it's Kieran's."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Didn't…didn't you break up…?"

She nodded. "I…I suspected it after we broke up…but there's no reason to tell him. He's moved now, and I'm happy."

"How can you be happy about this?" Blaine asked, still reeling.

Emily, trying her hardest not to falter, continued to smile. "I'm having a baby…how can I not be happy?"

Blaine was pale and he was close to shaking. "But…"

Kurt took his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Blaine…Em…we need to sit and talk about this…properly." He swallowed hard and Blaine nodded, sliding to the floor.

Emily sat across from him, a smile still plastered on her lips – the smile started to look pained. Kurt followed suit, and they scooted until they were sitting in a triangle.

"Okay….I…" Kurt started, and Blaine shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I went to the doctor yesterday…I'm three months."

Blaine shook his head again.

"But…"

"Daddy, it's okay." She took his hand, and he let her.

"But…"

Kurt squeezed his other hand.

"I just…thank you…for not freaking out. I want this baby…and I want it to grow up with you two as his granddaddies."

Kurt suddenly grinned, and he let out a short laugh.

"Okay…okay. You've got me. I'm excited." He whispered, almost afraid to admit it. It was true, he was a little excited... but also worried as hell. His daughter, his sixteen year old daughter, was pregnant. But he couldn't do what he wanted – which was rant and rave and ask her how could she have been so stupid – because she needed them. She needed their support, and she needed to be able to depend on them, or she wouldn't be able to get through this.

Kurt took a deep breath as Emily grinned, leaning forward and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you."

Blaine still looked a little dumbstruck. "How are we going to…"

"It's okay…I've got it all sorted!" she grinned. "I'm going to work up until eight months – I'll be saving everything I can for this baby…and then I'll have it…and I'll live here for a couple of months, if that's okay, and then I'll move out and-"

"No." Blaine frowned, and Emily blanched.

"Daddy…?" she started to look scared, and even Kurt didn't know where he was coming from.

"No…you're going to live here. Until you're eighteen, at least. Baby or no baby." He commanded, and Emily let out a breath of relief. "If you want to move out with your baby after eighteen, that's fine…but baby, we're going to help you. That's what we're here for. We don't expect you to do this by yourself."

Her eyes watered slightly, and she practically crawled into his lap.

"Thank you…I just…didn't expect you…" She almost sobbed, and Blaine's arms closed around her, rocking her slightly.

"I know…" Blaine whispered. "It's okay... It'll be okay..."

"I just... I was so scared to tell you, and I prepared for the worst case scenario and..." Emily stammered.

"Em…I think…I think you need to talk to Quinn…" Kurt said slowly.

Blaine's eyes widened, and he nodded. "She was the same age, wasn't she?"

Kurt nodded and pulled out his mobile.

"What does Auntie Quinn have to do with…"

Blaine hushed her, and they listened to Kurt's one-sided conversation.

"Hello? Hey Quinn, it's Kurt…yeah, it's been a while, but…no, everything's fine. It's just… Emily's pregnant."

Blaine squeezed Emily a little, his hands going to her belly and tracing the bump.

"Yeah, she's okay…we just…we wondered if you could talk to her? … No, she doesn't know. Okay…thank you so much. See you in a few hours."

Kurt looked triumphant. "She'll be here after lunch."

Blaine nodded eagerly, squeezing Emily again.

"I was so worried." She said softly, "I thought you were going to kick me out…or hate me…or…"

Blaine hugged her tightly. "We'd never do that. You're our baby girl, and we're so proud of you…we love you so much."

"But…we're glad you told us before we found out ourselves." Kurt said softly. "We trust you to be honest with us…and we get that you needed to be sure before you told us…but we could've helped you sooner."

Emily nodded. "Yeah…I just…if it was negative, I didn't want…"

Kurt and Blaine both nodded, taking her hand.

"Were you scared?" Blaine asked gently, and she shook her head.

"I've always wanted a baby…" her eyes widened. "I mean, not that Kieran and I were trying or anything – we were careful and everything…it just happened."

Blaine gave a little chuckle.

"Well, I'm going to have a shower." She said softly, pulling away from Blaine. She was relieved she'd finally managed to tell them, but she needed some space – so she could break down in private, crying out her relief at being allowed to stay.

He clung on to her for a second too long, and she gave him a smile before heading upstairs.

When she was gone, Kurt and Blaine let out simultaneous sighs of relief.

"Holy hell." Blaine whispered.

"We're having a grandchild." Kurt whispered back.

Like magnets they were drawn to each other, Kurt in Blaine's lap and holding each other tightly.

"I just…wow." Blaine whispered. "I can't... I don't quite believe it..."

Kurt gave a half-smile, biting his lip worriedly. "We're going to relive our surrogacy."

Blaine snorted. "No thanks. That was worrying enough."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, and his eyes widened. "Oh my god our baby is going to have a baby…"

Kurt laughed loudly, clinging to his husband and nuzzling his neck.

"But our baby is going to have a baby." He mused.

Kurt nodded against his neck and sighed.

"Are you... are you okay with this?"

"No." Blaine snorted. "She's under eighteen, she's keeping the baby, and she doesn't have a partner. How can I be okay with this?"

Kurt nodded into his neck.

"That's what I thought. But she needs us, and we can't tell her what to do anymore... We have to help her grow up, to make her own decisions."

They were both quiet for a while, until Blaine spoke again.

"I bet it's a girl." Blaine grinned triumphantly.

Kurt shook his head. "Boy."

"Ten bucks I'm right?"

"You thought Emi was a boy…what makes you so sure you're right?"

"Gut instinct."

Kurt laughed.

"Alright, you're on. Ten bucks."

A/N: :) Supportive Klaine are love.