Long Time Coming

by CrazedLunatic

When Blaine gets accepted into Harvard, Kurt and Blaine find out exactly how hard it can be to maintain a relationship when they discover how much their dreams conflict. Sequel to What Brings Us Closer Together. AU.

45. Chapter 35

January 2020 (4th Attempt)

"I still can't believe you said that to my dad. I know it was only six words but that was one of the best moments of my life."

Kurt, who was sitting on their couch and sketching on his tablet, glanced up. "Honestly I had been trying to come up with something to say at the permanent protecting order meeting but that one really didn't pop up until I saw him."

"Bob kept randomly laughing about it in his office all day. The words got me but your facial expression got him… and my dad's reaction. It was the best." Blaine said happily, shaking his head and then covering his face with his hand. "Oh my God. I love you so much."

"I don't think the judge appreciated it too much, though." Kurt admitted.

"No. I think it was more Bob's reaction when you said it that she was annoyed at. She made him stay behind and talked to him about conduct." Blaine reassured him. "She thought you were cute."

"Yeah, well." Kurt shrugged one shoulder, smiling.

"'By the way, we're getting married.' I can't." Blaine laughed.

"I'm glad I said it because it made your day so much that you've laughed about it for, oh, eight hours?"

"His face, though. Nothing anyone could have said would have gotten that reaction. I'm pretty sure he thought we were broken up since, you know, Bob is my 'boyfriend' and all." Blaine sat down at his feet and took a deep breath to keep from laughing again, looking at Kurt. "Thank you for going, though. In all seriousness."

"I wouldn't have not come, Blaine." Kurt looked at him.

"I know. I still appreciate it." Blaine smiled. "I just hope he honors it."

"Well… that judge obviously really likes you. I have a feeling if he breaks it, she's not going to go lightly on him." Kurt tilted his head. "Then again, he may not make it to the court room because Bob might kill him."

"This is true." Blaine nodded and sighed a bit.

"You know it was transfer day today?" Kurt asked. "I kind of forgot with all of the craziness going on but I saw it in my planner when I was eating lunch at work."

"I remembered… I hope seeing my dad today didn't jinx it. Not that we're not jinxed enough already." Blaine frowned.

"Hey!" Kurt kicked at him gently. "Shut up. We're not jinxed. You are impatient."

"This is the fourth try. After today there are two tries left, Kurt. Two."

"I realize that."

"Yeah and I don't want to cum into a weirdly shaped short mason jar thing again once those last two eggs go byebye."

"I'm pretty sure they have enough that you wouldn't have to." Kurt looked amused. "Was it really that bad?"

"Yes. Because I kept trying but then I'd think about needing to get a flu shot and needing to have my car's oil changed and hoping I'd pass out so I would have an excuse to not go back to work." Blaine said. "Oh and I also thought about Kreacher dying."

"Don't say stuff like that!" Kurt glared at him.

"I didn't say it. I thought it! Well, I guess I did just say it… I mean, Kurt, he's like eight years old or something."

"They live to be 14 to 16, Blaine!" Kurt snapped.

"So I got upset over nothing?" Blaine scoffed, throwing his head back dramatically.

"Basically." Kurt sighed. "You act like you don't even like him half of the time."

"Not true. Only when he tries to sleep between us. Winnie sleeps at the foot of the bed like a good dog."

"Why did you train Winnie and not Kreacher?"

"Because Kreacher is a hyper pygmy puff and Winnie is a sloth."

Kurt blinked at him for several seconds before shrugging. "I'm not even going to ask what that is."

"Harry Potter reference."

"I figured."

"But still. I can't do that again. Ever. That was traumatic." Blaine shook his head. "No more mason jar sex for me."

"Not traumatic enough that you weren't trying to jump my bones the second I got home that night." Kurt gave him a look.

"I needed to replace the horrible memories." Blaine said. "I think it's psychological. Tell me I can't for three days and it's all I want to do."

"Then why was it such an issue in there…?"

"I don't know! I don't appreciate your judgement, Kurt." Blaine stood. "Honestly I probably couldn't even watch porn and get into it anymore."

"I guess I should be happy that I'm the only person or thing that can get you in the mood?" Kurt laughed.

"It makes me happy." Blaine smiled.

"Why are you standing up?" Kurt pouted. "You can't leave me. We probably won't see each other much the next two days."

"I'll be right back. I'm going to get the folder."

"Ugh. I hate that folder, Blaine." Kurt groaned.

"Adulting is hateful. I know." Blaine called from the other room.

"Adulting is fine. That folder is what's hateful." Kurt frowned when Blaine sat back down with it.

"We have to do it."

"I know. I just don't want to fool with it or even think about stuff like that, Blaine. She's not even pregnant yet."

"I know but Jake keeps asking me if I've done it yet." Blaine sighed. "It's like he knows Bob is super busy and is being my substitute Bob…. Honestly, I think he was probably too busy to come with us this morning but he did anyway…"

"I'm sure it's fine. He would have sent Jake with you or something if he was that busy." Kurt shrugged and then said, "We already have a contract for who will get the baby if something happens to us before the baby is born."

"Yeah… I don't think I ever told him, though."

"Blaine!"

"Nothing is going to happen anyway and he'd probably freak out."

"Yeah because if something happens to us, he's getting a human."

"Either way…" Blaine said loudly. "Yes. We need to decide who the godparents will be… in case something happens after they're born."

"You keep saying they're as in plural."

"Well we want two kids… but I think we need to be seriously considering the fact that twins run in the Anderson family. I don't know what it is but you need to mentally prepare yourself for that because it could happen."

"You and Alex weren't twins."

"I was supposed to be one… but I guess I ate it? So technically, you're kind of wrong. Alex wasn't, though."

"Wait. There was going to be two of you?"

Blaine nodded and said, "I guess I was really hungry?"

"Oh my God. I'm trying to picture a straight version of you but I just can't. I mean, what would you do if you were straight?"

Blaine looked thoughtful and said, "I would marry Emilia Clarke… She is so pretty."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I meant like… personality."

"Honestly if I was straight, I'd probably be a asshole who thought I was better than everyone else… Oh God. I could be in politics. That makes me want to puke." Blaine shook his head and then added, "But if I was straight and did not have a high ranking career, I probably would still have longer curls… my ears are cold in winter, Kurt."

"I don't think you would be an asshole… I think you would be a hipster." This time Kurt looked thoughtful.

"Okay. What if you were straight?"

"Pffft. Come on now." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You're right. I just can't picture you straight… like at all." Blaine titled his head. "Actually, I bet you would have, you know, really been on the football team. And you would have been good since Burt used to, you know, play at the college level… I, as a hipster, would have hated you."

Kurt pulled a disgusted face. "No thank you."

"I really don't know what you'd be like if you were straight… Anyways, the fact that I ate my twin and that Alex was only one child only gives all the more reason to expect it." Blaine shrugged.

"Godparents. You want to talk godparents tonight." Kurt said it as though it were a statement, not a question. "I don't want to think about us being straight anymore."

"Yes." Blaine nodded. "Among other things."

"Other things?"

"I mean… yes. Look, we're down to the last 2 eggs not including the one that was transferred today, Kurt. Statistically… if it's going to happen, it's going to happen soon."

"But can't we do this when she's pregnant?"

"Please get Bob and Jake off my back. They are both insistent. Apparently Bob harassed Ryan into doing it too. It ended in a huge shouting match… I think I was actually there that day but I was still an intern."

"Ryan hasn't needed it." Kurt pointed out. "So Bob was being… Bob."

"Okay. I will start with two people… well, two couples that I want it to not be." Blaine said.

"Who do you not want to do it? You've thought into this?"

"Kind of, yes. I don't want it to be Rachel and Finn… and I also don't want it to be Alex and Mia. Rachel and Finn have enough going on with their two babies and their jobs… plus, they're not as financially stable as the others… which isn't bad! I just don't… want them to raise my child? Our child?"

"I'm okay with that. But what about Alex? On the opposite end, he is the most financially stable of everyone we know. You and he have the same amount of money."

"He has four kids." Blaine said.

"Wait." Kurt said. "So we know we're going to have two kids in the end… are we picking one set of godparents for each of them? Or just one person keeping both kids?"

"That's why we need to talk about this." Blaine groaned. "I don't know. I mean I'm sure nothing will happen to us but… I think it would be a lot to ask someone to take in more than one kid. I mean, Kurt… what if in both times Quinn is pregnant she has twins? Or more than that? Can we really ask someone to take in four or more children?"

Kur pressed his hands together. "Blaine, you keep saying multiples. We don't know that will happen."

"There are two couples in four generations that have not had at least one set of twins. My parents and a great aunt and uncle. Four generations." Blaine said irritably. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I'm not saying I don't believe you. I'm just…it's not that common… So if we have twins do we not go again?"

"No. I want a baby that's part you too." Blaine looked at him with sad eyes.

"This is stressful. You're talking about us having babies and splitting them up if something happens to us." Kurt bit his lip.

"We also need to consider… godfather and godmother. Do we just pick a couple per kid? Either way half of our options are cut if we pick two godparents that aren't married to each other or with each other already."

"No splitting godparents. We pick a godmother or godfather for each child." Kurt said. "Wes and David."

"We don't just have to pick them because they're my best friends."

"It's not just about that. They both are the most financially stable. They both already have kids and make more money than Finn and Rachel so it wouldn't be a hardship. They're both already great parents. Also, they will already love our kids to death just like you love Scarlett and Oliver to death. And they're family. It... It makes perfect sense, Blaine."

"Wes and AJ were very adamant about only having one child. Wes literally got snipped to prevent them from having another one." Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes.

"Talk to him. There is a big difference in having another accidental baby and taking in your best friend's orphan child. I know he would agree… and you, David, and Wes are super close. We know that our kids will be together all of the time if something happens to us and we do die… and they will love our children."

"Okay. That's two." Blaine said. "I still think we need two back ups in case we end up with two sets of twins… or in case someone isn't comfortable with doing it."

"Alec." Kurt said. "Honestly, Eric is probably way more financially stable than you and I'm also pretty sure Alec is a trust fund baby… then Adrian."

"Erichas said he doesn't want kids." Blaine pointed out.

"Yeah. That was, like, four years ago. They're planning to adopt a baby or young child when Alec turns thirty. I think working with kids so long broke Eric down. Alec's always wanted kids, honestly… he was just willing to give that up to be with Eric." Kurt shrugged. "Have Adrian or Matt ever mentioned having kids?"

"No but you know how they are both in love with Scarlett… Honestly with how good Matt is with her, it would be really sad if he doesn't become a dad." Blaine said.

"You and Adrian are really close." Kurt nodded. "That makes sense."

"So… when should we talk to David and Wes?"

"When we're pregnant… and far enough to know if it's multiples." Kurt bit his lip.

"I don't know how to choose between them if its only one baby, Kurt. I mean you may have to do it because I literally cannot choose between them." Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes, not blinking.

"That's easy because we plan to have two kids in the end. David for the first and Wes for the second. We will have two babies by the time the next four years are done. You don't have to choose between them." Kurt smiled.

"Holy shit, Kurt. We just picked godparents for our future kids!" Blaine exclaimed. He then added, "You know… if she actually gets pregnant."

"Blaine."

"I know. Sorry!"

February 2020 (4th Attempt)

"Happy Valentine's Day, Blaine."

Blaine groaned and rolled over on the couch after Kurt kissed his cheek, pulling the pillow over his head.

"Okay then. Keep on napping." Kurt shrugged. He sat his bag down on the floor (sure Blaine would make a comment about how it was too expensive to put on the floor) and then went into the kitchen.

As always when Blaine took a nap before Kurt made it home from work, he came into the kitchen with messy hair and sleepy eyes. "Your expensive bag is on the floor."

Kurt bit back a smile and said, "Good evening, sleepyhead. How did your trial go today?"

"Literally lasted 90 minutes. Honestly the other lawyer was super unprepared… to the point where I wonder if something happened and he was filling in." Blaine yawned and then went to kiss Kurt. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's." Kurt smiled again.

"How was the fashion design world today?"

"I had to critique people all day. I hate when he makes me do that. I feel like such an ass." Kurt sighed.

"Ugh." Blaine cringed. "Well I had to train Bob's new intern."

"Oh, I bet Bob's pissed." Kurt's eyes widened.

"Oh yeah. And he's been super grumpy for two weeks because he's trying to go off this anxiety medicine after thirty six years of taking it. So, this poor kid thinks he's the biggest dick of dicks." Blaine shrugged. "I tried to be like 'Oh, he's great' and then Bob yelled at someone over the phone and about… I don't even know what about. Probably nothing."

Kurt looked at him as he trailed off. "Well he's not being rude to you, right?"

"I can tell he is trying so hard not to be rude to me. Which lets me know it has nothing to do with anything people are doing. He just wants to be a dick to be a dick. He said something to Brian yesterday. I have literally never seen him less than kind to anyone but he went off on Bob and then told him to take a chill pill… Obviously not knowing he's trying to get off chill pills." Blaine shook his head.

"Oh no."

"Oh no for Bob. Brian brings in the fourth highest amount of money and he may have this high profile case… if he goes to another firm, CMJ won't get anything." Blaine shrugged. "Actually, it was the first time I've seen Bob apologize for being an asshole, though. Gotta give him that. Tammy Jo never apologizes if she's in the wrong."

"Yeah. He knew he shouldn't have done it." Kurt nodded. "Is Brian still mad?"

"No." Blaine laughed. "Brian doesn't stay mad very long. He's too nice for that."

"Does everyone know Bob's going off of his medicine?" Kurt asked.

"I think Jake, Tammy Jo, Ryan, and I know what he's doing… I only know because Brady texted me to warn me that he was being an 'uber asshole.' Brady and he bicker all of the time so I didn't take it too seriously… and then I got to work. They were not exaggerating. So I asked Charlie what was going on and he told me… I don't even know if Bob knows that I know. That was a mouthful."

Kurt cringed. "At least he's not being rude to you?"

"Oh, it's coming. I know it is." Blaine laughed. "It's okay. I can just guilt him into getting dessert with lunch when we eat out next when it happens."

Kurt laughed and shook his head as there was a knock on the back door.

"Hey! Is Blaine here?" Quinn asked, stepping in when Kurt opened the door.

"Hi." Blaine waved.

"So… I hope you all done your stuff at the bank because I'm going to need a card."

Blaine tilted his head. "Huh?"

"A card for what?" Kurt asked. "I'm confused."

"Well I'll need the card… and I need you guys to go shopping with me…"

"For what?" Blaine asked this time.

"Maternity clothes!"

"What?!" Blaine gasped.

"Oh my God!" Tears filled Kurt's eyes. "Seriously?!"

"Yes!" Quinn nodded, beaming.

Blaine, who was sitting at the kitchen table, covered his mouth in shock.

"I'm sorry I have been avoiding your texts and 'forgetting to answer' but I just… wanted to make sure it was going to, you know, keep… but it's been three weeks and the doctor said it's safe to tell you that you're going to be daddies in October. In one week, I'll be moved to a regular OBGYN."

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, going over. "Did you hear?"

Blaine nodded, eyes wide. Although, honestly, he didn't even look like he'd heard Kurt.

Quinn came over too and bent to hug him.

"Are you… sure?" Blaine asked her.

"There is a fetal heartbeat. You can't hear it yet but it's there. I went to the ten day follow up and the fifteen day follow up and it was still showing that I was pregnant but today they checked and there is a fetal heartbeat. Your baby's heart is already beating!" Quinn said excitedly, pulling away.

Kurt went behind the chair and bent down, hugging Blaine as much as he could from behind.

"Oh my God, Kurt!" Blaine turned to properly look at him.

"There we go. You're coming out of shock." Quinn laughed as tears filled Blaine's eyes.

"I know!" Kurt exclaimed and kissed him.

"I'll get a credit card for you tomorrow." Blaine sniffled.

"Take your time!" She laughed when he stood to hug her. "I said that more for effect than anything. I'm not worried."

"I just… are you really?" Blaine asked as Kurt laughed and kissed the top of his head.

"Yes, really. I made sure to wait because I know how excited you are and how sad you were getting. I didn't want to get your hopes up and it not… hold, I guess." Quinn nodded.

"This is the best Valentine's Day ever!" Blaine sniffled, looking at Kurt.

"Yeah. I thought about waiting until tomorrow but then I thought that it would make your guys' night even more special… so here I am." She smiled.

"Is Puck freaking out?" Blaine laughed wiping his eyes again.

"Oh my God, yes. I half thought he was going to ruin it before I could tell you." She smiled and looked between them two. "He is obsessed with you guys."

"But… like… you're sure?" Kurt asked. "Sure sure?"

"Yeah! In two or three weeks you'll be able to see a little blob on the ultrasound. There's nothing there yet really. Well, not that we could tell was a baby." She nodded. "But in two weeks if you come with me, you might be able to hear the heartbeat. And the next week it may be big enough to see on an ultrasound but they said for sure at 6 weeks."

"I will seriously get the card tomorrow and if I can't you can have my debit card. And get whatever you want on it. And if you need us to get anything for you, just let us know and we'll get it." Blaine wiped his eyes because they would not stop tearing up. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

"Okay. I'm going to go ahead and leave so you all can celebrate but I'll text you tomorrow if I don't hear from you all first." She went to hug Kurt again. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Thank you so, so, so much." Kurt said, looking her in the eyes.

"Oh my God. I didn't even thank you. Thank you!" Blaine said.

"You're both very welcome. Honestly, I'm really excited to do this with you all. You two are going to make such good parents." She smiled at them again from the back doorway. "And congrats again, Daddies! Bye!"

Kurt waited for the door to close and started to bawl, which of course set Blaine's crying off again too.

After five minutes Blaine pulled away and said, "I think we need to call Burt."

Kurt nodded and wiped his eyes even though the tears kept coming. "And get dinner with David and Wes tonight or something."

Blaine wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. "Kurt."

"I know." Kurt pulled him into another hug. "I know."

"Should we call Burt now?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He quickly went to his call log, selecting 'Dad.'

"Kurt?"

"Dad, I know you're probably eating dinner but—"

"Have you been crying? What's wrong?" Burt asked sharply. "Did something happen to Blaine?"

"She's pregnant."

Blaine looked at Kurt, waiting for Burt to say something.

"Can you say that again, kid?" Burt asked. "You're on speaker phone."

"We're having a baby!" Kurt said.

They heard Carole gasp and then Melody letting out a ridiculous amount of squeals.

"Really, though? They're sure?" Burt asked, but you could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Yes!" Blaine spoke this time. "We're sure. In two weeks we get to see a circle blob of a baby."

Carole burst out laughing.

"That's what law school got you?" Burt chuckled.

"Yeah, Dad, at least he's speaking now. He just kind of stared for a good minute and a half before it registered." Kurt laughed.

They could still hear Melody squealing in the background.

"I'm so happy for you, kid. Well, kids. I'm so happy for both of you and I can't wait to have another grandkid to spoil." Burt said.

"Uhm, Daddy, you still have your kid-kid to spoil." Melody said from farther away. "Remember me?"

"Boys!" Carole exclaimed. "Oh my God! And you're so far away! Oh I'm so happy for you two but I wish I could squeeze you both right now."

"We'll make a trip soon." Kurt promised, laughing. "We'll wait until we have pictures of the, what did Blaine say? Circle blob of a baby?"

"I've got a couple of PTO days, so I'm good for almost whenever." Blaine added. "You know, as long as I don't have court."

"You two don't feel like you have to rush out here, okay?" Carole asked.

"Excuse you, Carole. They need to get the blob picture and take a redeye flight that night so we can see it by 9 the next morning." Burt said. "This is our grandchild. Well, our third. But their first. My boy is going to be a daddy. Well, my boys."

Kurt looked at Blaine, rolling his eyes even though he was smiling.

"We will take the soonest flight out that we can." Blaine promised, smiling back at Kurt.

"Okay, hons. You two should go and celebrate! You've got so much planning to do!" Carole said excitedly.

"Yeah… and work." Burt added. "A lot of work. So much stuff to buy, places to go, things to read, papers to sign…."

Blaine looked at Kurt.

"Not to mention any freedom you had earlier today is gone for at least eighteen years. Forget going to the bathroom by yourself. Melody still talks to me through the door and she's… well, too old to be doing that."

"Then don't take so long, Daddy." They herd Melody say. "I have a lot to say."

"Yes, Mel, you always do."

"Burt…" Carole sighed.

Burt picked right back up where he left off. "Grocery trips will take three times as long. You'll go through diapers like you go through oxygen. Forget having a sex life. They'll cry anytime you put them down and by the time they don't cry, they'll be old enough to crawl and talk. By time they're ten, maybe, but otherwise you better take some long lunchbreaks."

"Seriously, Burt?" Carole asked.

"Don't even bother with cloth diapers, by the way. Super unsanitary." Burt continued.

"Okay, Dad." Kurt said loudly.

"That is unsanitary, though." Blaine said. "What, do you just put it in the washer with poop?"

"Well Elizabeth wanted them, I did that, and she'd never use it again so I'm assuming no." Burt said.

"That's disgusting, Burt." Carole gasped.

"I was nineteen. I'd barely been washing my own clothes."

Kurt could imagine his father's shrug. "Okay, well, Dad, we're going to get off of here."

"I knew that was coming soon." Burt said sadly. "Okay. Well, you boys, don't go crazy buying stuff until you find out if it's a girl or boy, alright?"

"We won't." Kurt and Blaine said together.

Once they had gotten off the phone, Blaine looked at Kurt. "Wow."

"Wow." Kurt nodded excitedly.

"This is, like… the most amazing feeling in the world but I don't think I've ever been more terrified. Wow."

"I know. There's so much we need to do… to figure out…" Kurt said. "If it was three weeks ago, the baby will be born in late October, right?"

Blaine bit his lip and stared ahead, doing the math in his head. He then nodded eagerly. "This means we can get it a Halloween costume. Oh my God!"

Kurt sat next to him on the couch, beaming. "I'm so happy… especially because you're so happy. I know you've been so worried about it."

"Yeah and you were right. It happened at the perfect time because we're getting married September 4th and that's at least a month and a half in-between." Blaine took a deep breath. "Oh, geeze. We get married in like seven months and are having a baby in, like, eight and some change."

Kurt squealed a bit, squeezing Blaine's thigh. "So what do we do? Wait until we see if it's a girl or boy to buy stuff? Start getting essentials?"

"I don't know. I've never had a baby before." Blaine laughed.

"We're going to have a baby!"

"Okay." Blaine said calmly. "We need to calm down and… and…"

Kurt gave him a look.

"I know!" Blaine covered his face with one hand. "Oh my God."

Kurt stood, all but pulled Blaine up with him, and dragged him to the second bedroom which they had been using for a 'guest room'— which really meant 'dump room' since everything without a place was thrown in there. He opened the door.

"God. We've got to get all of this crap out of here by the end of October." Blaine groaned. "What are we going to do with it all?"

"I guess we should throw some of it away?" Kurt asked, looking at him. "Most of it is junk. We've not touched any of it."

"Yeah. You're right." Blaine nodded.

"Blaine… this is going to be our baby's nursery. I mean, until the next one comes along and we have to move into a bigger house." Kurt squeezed his arm. "This is going to be a nursery."

"We have to agree on nursery decor and we can't even agree on white versus ivory for wedding napkins." Blaine laughed again, this time louder.

"What… What do we do now?"

"Uhm…" Blaine paused. "I don't know. I guess there's a lot to do… but also nothing to do?"

"We can't really do anything until we clear out this room… and we can't buy a lot until we know if it's a boy or a girl." Kurt let out a little sigh. "I really hope it's a girl."

"Me too." Blaine smiled. "But a boy wouldn't be as bad as you think it would."

"A baby." Kurt's eyes teared up again and he leaned against Blaine. "Our baby."

"Yeah." Blaine's smile grew and he kissed the top of Kurt's head. "Our baby."

…

Blaine usually just walked in… but it was kind of late and he knew nobody would be expecting him to come over at 8:00 at night. Mainly because, well, he never did.

He knocked and waited patiently, moving his foot back and forth on the ground.

The door opened and Sam waved. "Hi, Blaine! Why did you knock?"

"It's late. I don't know?" Blaine shrugged, coming in. "Where's your dad?"

"Trying to get Miles to sleep." Sam closed the door behind Blaine and sighed. "This is the first time he's gone without crying in two hours. It's very annoying."

"How did your Spanish test go?"

"Horrible. Dad will have to sign the test so they know he saw it." Sam scrunched his nose up and plopped on the couch.

"Hi, sweetie." Sarah walked through, a sippy cup in her hand. "I'll tell him you're here… if Miles will let him put him down."

"No worries." Blaine sat by Sam. "Did you have baseball today?"

"Yeah. It will pretty much go through until May." Sam said.

"Still grounded?"

"Nope. I think Dad got sick of me whining about being bored… which I was hoping would happen. He's very predictable as a parent, Blaine."

"I heard that, Sammy." Bob said, coming in.

"Busted." Blaine cringed.

"Sorry but it's true." Sam shrugged and stood, scowling when Bob ruffled his hair. "See ya, Blaine."

"Bye!" Blaine waved at him.

"He looks the least like me… yet he acts the most like me. How does that happen?" Bob looked at Blaine and then his eyes widened. "It's 8:00. Your dad didn't show up at your house, did he?"

"No." Blaine shook his head. "I haven't heard anything from him since court."

"Is Kurt okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine."

"Then what are you doing here? Not that you can't be here but… you never show up after 8:00 so I'm kind of worried. Are you sick?"

"I mean my stomach is kind of questionable at the moment, but other than that…"

"What's going on?"

"Can I not just want to see you? Maybe I'm here to check on you. How are you feeling without the medicine?"

"That's not why you're here. I'm fine. What's going on?" Bob repeated, looking irritated.

"I need help with something."

"What do you need help with?"

"Can you help me find a bigger kitchen table?"

"I mean I can but that's a waste of money because the one in your kitchen is big enough for you and Kurt. You came over to ask me about a kitchen table at 8:00 at night?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be now… just before… October?"

"It's February, Blaine. Do you really think I'm going to remember this conversation in October? That's, like, eight months away."

Blaine grinned at him.

"I'm seriously going through Prozac withdrawal. I can't even remember what I had for dinner two hours ago. How do you expect me to remember something that's nine months away?"

"I mean… I'm going to need a bigger table in eight months."

"Why specifically eight months?"

"I might need help putting some furniture together too."

"You have furniture. New furniture. In your new house."

"I have to buy new furniture… and maybe you can tell me what kind sucks because you've bought a lot of furniture."

"All of the furniture in this house is at least eight years old, Blaine."

"Even… the crib?"

Bob's eyes widened. "Blaine?!"

"Yeah." Blaine's eyes teared up and he nodded.

"Oh my God! She's pregnant?! You're having a baby?!"

"Well I hope it's not a puppy." Blaine laughed as Bob pulled him into a big hug.

"Oh my God. Really?" Bob pulled back.

"Yes! Finally!" Blaine nodded eagerly. "I found out about three hours ago. We called Kurt's parents and were on the phone for a while… and then we were just talking about what we have to do… I was going to wait and tell you in the morning, but Kurt started doing some stuff for work and… then I thought you'd want to know sooner. I just really wanted you to be one of he first people to know."

"Holy shit. You're going to be a daddy in eight months, Blaine!"

"Technically a little less than eight and a half months." Blaine laughed and sniffled.

"I'm so happy for you! See, I told you it would happen!" Bob pulled back, gently shaking him. "See?"

"Yeah." Blaine wiped his eyes again. "I think I'm still in shock. I had just resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to happen and Quinn showed up and said we needed to take her maternity clothes shopping and— just— wow."

"Thank you for coming to tell me tonight. That means the world to me."

Blaine nodded, eyes filling with tears again. He then laughed. "Oh God. Everything makes me want to cry right now."

"You're going to be such a good dad, Blaine. Your baby is very lucky to have you as a parent." Bob said, looking him in the eyes.

"I really will need help with the furniture." Blaine sniffled. "I was serious about that. Mainly the crib. I don't really need a new kitchen table."

"I will help you with the furniture. I've put together at least five cribs." Bob laughed and then said, "Oh my God. Holy shit, Blaine."

"It has a heartbeat and in two weeks it'll be a blob you can actually see."

"You think it's real until you see the blob. Then it really hits you… especially when the blob starts to look like a human." Bob said, gesturing for Blaine to follow him into the kitchen. "How do you feel? Excited, nervous, scared?"

"All of it." Blaine sat at their kitchen table. "I mean, we've been trying for close to a year and then it happens… but it also happens now… but I'm also terrified."

"It is scary but you'll be fine."

"Not just that." Blaine shook his head and closed his eyes. "I know we have the PPO but I just… I know my dad. If he's not in jail, he's going to do something. He will. If not next week, next month, next year… he will come back. And it's going to be just as terrifying as it is every single time. It's like you said. He's acting desperate."

Bob watched Blaine carefully, frowning.

"I'm so happy but I'm also terrified that he's going to come after we have the baby and that I'll be so scared that I just freeze and he'll hurt it or—"

"Stop."

Blaine took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"Do not apologize for how you feel, Blaine. But also don't let him take away any of this experience from you. You're going to be a dad in eight and a half months. You're going to have this little baby and you are going to love this baby and you are going to protect this baby. I promise youthat even if he were to come after the baby is here, that he won't get near your baby."

"If I'm having a panic attack when he comes into my house it's a pretty high possibility."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Blaine. When you become a parent it's like something clicks into place. You don't even know it's there until it happens. It's basically 'Do whatever you want to me but don't fuck with my kid.'"

Blaine looked at him doubtfully.

"Nothing better happen… but if it does, I promise you that you won't act like you did in December, Blaine. Everything is different. The way you work will be different, the way you and Kurt are will be different, your interactions with your friends. You're the same person but stuff realigns. Priorities shift. And I promise you, your baby's safety is at the top of that list right up there with Kurt's."

"What if it doesn't? What if he shows up, I blank out, and he kidnaps it for ransom? Or hurts it to get back at me?"

"He can show up every day of the week, Blaine, and you won't let him near that baby. I promise you. There is no 'what if it doesn't?' You will not let him come near your baby." Bob said very seriously. "Having children brings out things you never knew you had in you… and I know if he got within ten feet of your children, you would be knocking him on the ground."

Blaine nodded, although he didn't believe a word of it.

"I promise you. Charlie is the most laid back person ever. Ask him what he'd do if someone tried to hurt Katie. Ask Kurt's dad. Ask Ryan even. He has gone off on some people for messing with his kids."

"Ryan?" Blaine looked surprised.

"Oh yeah. He's calm until he's pissed… and you don't want to be around him once he's pissed. The stuff with that girl that first year in New York was nothing." Bob nodded. "You don't know it's there until you've already acted on it."

Blaine nodded, looking unsure.

"Listen. In any case, they pushed the PPO stuff through early. It's set. It's… he would be incredibly stupid to essentially mess around with a PPO in place. The NYPD don't fuck around and you're a very well liked lawyer in this city. If he breaks his PPO, he's fucked with a ten foot pole… hopefully literally because then he'd be dead."

Blaine let out a little laugh and took a deep breath.

"And if he fucks with you again before the baby is born, he better hope the police get to him before I do. Especially now because I'm in withdrawal, I'm pissed, and I would love to punch someone right now… but that's not socially acceptable."

Blaine laughed again.

"Seriously."

"I know you're serious." Blaine bit his lip.

"And if it makes you feel any better, Kurt will have the same daddy instincts… and Kurt may be thin but I bet he would pack a really good punch when he's angry." Bob looked thoughtful.

"That is very true." Blaine sat up straight.

"You're going to be such a good father."

"What if I'm not?" Blaine asked.

"Come on." Bob laughed a bit.

"No. Really. I mean… look at my dad. What if I end up like him?"

"Honey, you will never end up like your dad. You don't have a bad bone in your body. Maybe a mean one when you're pissed… but it's, like, tip of your pinky finger sized. You're just a kind, sweet person."

Blaine smiled a bit.

"Your dad will not ruin any of this for you and I promise that you will not end up like your father. If you do, I'll give you my house."

"I hope I don't have enough kids to fill it." Blaine laughed. "We only want two."

"Yeah. Sarah and I didn't plan on having any but look at us now. Five and who knows if another one will appear."

"You didn't use birth control." Blaine laughed again. "It's your own fault."

"Oh we did until after Brady… we just thought it would end at Sam." Bob laughed this time.

"Thank you." Blaine said. "I don't even know why I brought that up but thank you."

Bob smiled. "Thank you for coming to see me tonight. I'm really happy that you came to tell me."

"You're… the one I tell stuff to first." Blaine looked sheepish, standing.

Bob hugged him. "Still. Thank you."

"You're welcome… you are still going to help me put the nursery furniture together, right?" Blaine tilted his head. "I was serious about that. I can't use tools."

"Yes." Bob rolled his eyes. "But for the second baby, you're at least trying by yourself first. I'll supervise."

"Deal. I should probably go home… it's like 9:30."

"Be careful and let me know when you make it home." Bob ruffled his hair when he pulled back.

"You did not just do that."

"Yep. I did."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"So, are you telling everyone at work tomorrow?" Bob asked.

"I don't think yet… I mean, I'll tell Adrian of course… and Ryan since he's helped so much. But I kind of want to just have close people know for now. Maybe I'll tell the who office on Monday."

Bob hugged him this time. "Okay. Seriously don't forget to text me when you get home so I know you made it there, Daddy."

Blaine looked confused and then got a smile on his face.

"Go on. Tell Kurt I said congrats to him as well." Bob smiled back at him. "We'll get lunch tomorrow. Goodnight, Blaine."

"Thanks for, you know… putting up with my craziness." Blaine laughed. "As always."

"Thanks for not getting mad when I snapped at you over a sugar packet this morning. Who does that?!"

"Apparently you!" Blaine walked out their back door, letting out a very loud laugh.

March 2020 (Month 2)

"Shit, shit, shit." Kurt huffed, getting on the floor and looking under the couch and coffee table.

"Nice view."

Kurt turned, glaring at Blaine who was grinning.

"What are you looking for?"

"My tablet. I keep losing the new one. I mean I hate it but if Marc found out I lost it, he won't be too happy since it has, you know, everything on it." Kurt pushed himself into a sitting position. "I'm late for work."

"I'm always late for work." Blaine laughed. "I usually don't get any contact until I'm two hours late, though."

"Yeah, well, you guys could technically work from home. Plus, you could murder someone and Bob probably just give you a price for him to be your lawyer and make up an excuse for you."

"Ha no. I kind of fucked up a case yesterday and he and Tammy Jo aren't too happy about it." Blaine sighed. "But I told them I didn't feel comfortable doing that big of a case with no notice and they didn't listen so they only have themselves to blame… which is why they aren't saying anything. They know one of them should have stepped up and taken it."

"Pfft. That's their fault for making you do it."

"Yeah! Don't give me a business law trial if I've never done business law. I was so pissed off."

"Did you tell them?"

"After I got back, yeah. Well I waited for Tammy Jo to be out of earshot and then, yes, I told Bob. Very angrily. He just made me take it because a lawyer was sick and Bob didn't want to do it. He told me himself that was the perk of being an owner when I graduated."

"What did he say when you got back?" Kurt said and then went, "Wait. What? You got angry with Bob?"

"Uhm yeah… which actually was a first… but it didn't bother him at all which was super annoying… which I also told him."

"HA!" Kurt, who had still been looking for his tablet while listening to Blaine, stood up. "It's on top of the fridge. Sorry, I'm listening."

Blaine stared at him. "… Why?"

"I didn't want to spill olive oil on it. Don't judge me." Kurt put his laptop into his bag. "What did you say that didn't annoy him? I can't see you saying anything that bad to Bob."

"I mean it wasn't so much bad as something I shouldn't say to my boss, so it was 'inappropriate.'"

"What did you say?!"

"'Sorry about your luck, buddy. I guess you should cover business cases rather than throw a new lawyer in to it. You can't even be mad.'"

"Oh my God. Blaine." Kurt laughed.

"Yeah but the thing is Tammy Jo had come back to say something else and walked in right as I said it. So, she wanted to write me up. Which they discussed in Bob's office which, as you know, is right next to mine… so I heard every word."

"Seriously? That's annoying."

"I was mostly joking… well, maybe half joking but it is true. If you want someone to win something, don't send them out as soon as they get in to go to a court hearing in twenty minutes. Hello. Ugh, I'm still so annoyed with him. And he didn't even ask if I wanted lunch with him yesterday and we always eat lunch together on Tuesdays. It's the one day we for sure eat lunch because it's the one day that we are strictly in the office… you know, which I lost for this week because they sent me to a trial that I lost. That brings my total losses up and I am not happy about it. I had a really good winning streak going, Kurt."

"Did you ask him if he wanted to go to lunch?"

"Well, no. He usually just says 'Okay, let's go' and if I'm on the phone he'll sit there and wait… which also really annoys Tammy Jo."

"Why does she care?"

"Because it's showing bias towards me. Half of the new people think he's my actual dad, though, and that I'm already married and had a name change. The funny thing is Bob doesn't even try to correct them. He gets a kick out of it… that also irritates Tammy Jo."

"Tammy Jo sounds annoying."

"She is either the best to be around or the worst to be around."

"Did you get written up?"

"No. Bob always wins when it comes to writing people up. We do all three have a meeting with Ryan tomorrow afternoon after Quinn's appointment, though. Blegh."

"Are you sure you're not in trouble?" Kurt looked worried.

"No, I'm not in trouble. If I was Bob would have already talked to me about it outside of the office. He doesn't do the whole blindsiding thing when it comes to something someone has done. He's very upfront. Honestly, half of the time Tammy Jo sets up a meeting he'll get with the person first without telling her." Blaine shrugged. "I'm not sure what it's about but it's not about my comment. Oooh, is that what you're working on?"

"Yeah." Kurt tilted the screen so he could see the dress better. "I don't like it, though."

"It's really pretty."

"Thanks." Kurt smiled.

"Aaaah, I can't wait for tomorrow afternoon." Blaine groaned. "It's killing me."

"I really hope we can hear the heartbeat."

"Me too. I want to record it on my phone." Blaine smiled excitedly. "That way we can hear it any time we want to."

"I didn't even think of that!" Kurt gasped. "This is why you make the big bucks."

"Yeah, well." Blaine shrugged, still smiling. "We can't all work at CMJ, Kurt."

"I love it that you acknowledge how good you are for once. You usually don't give yourself enough credit but you've really… you've really proved everyone in your family wrong and I'm so proud of you." Kurt smiled. "And you are an awesome lawyer."

"Thanks. You've done really well too, you know?" Blaine said. "We make a good team."

"Yeah. We do." Kurt kissed him. "I'll see you after work tonight, okay?"

"I love you." Blaine smiled. "See you tonight… don't forget we have to pick out wedding tables and chairs tonight."

"Shit. Yeah, okay." Kurt sighed before kissing Blaine's cheek and rushing out the door.

"I don't want to be on time to work today… ugh." Blaine scowled. "Maybe I should go back to sleep."

…

"Sorry I'm late. I've been throwing up all morning." Quinn, who was covered up and already on the bed, said as they waited for the doctor or tech to come in the next morning. "This morning sickness is so much more than with Beth."

"It's okay!" Blaine said. "I am definitely not in a rush to get back to work."

"Everything else checked out okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yep. Everything is perfect minus elevated hCG levels but I'm going to come back in three days so they can recheck it." Quinn reassured them, smiling. "It's not a big deal. Don't worry."

"You're sure?" Blaine asked as a doctor came in.

"Good, we're all here." The doctor smiled. "I have a feeling I know what we want to do first."

Kurt looked like he could bounce in excitement.

"Don't get too disappointed but we're going to check for the heartbeat last." She said.

"What else are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"We'll check the size of the baby, make sure the baby is developing in the right place, we'll make sure the uterus and ovaries are okay and that the size of the sac your baby is where it should be. Just checking for size and to make sure everything things normal essentially… and listening for the heartbeat. There is a chance we won't be able to hear it yet, but we should be able to." The doctor said as she put a gel on Quinn's exposed stomach.

Kurt took a deep breath, looking at Blaine.

Because this. Was. It.

"Everyone ready?"

"Yes!" Blaine said, almost too eagerly.

"Okay then." She smiled, turned on the screen, and then put the wand over Quinn's stomach. It took a couple of seconds before she got it pulled up on the screen.

"Oh my God." Blaine gasped.

Kurt tilted his head—really all you could see was black, gray, and white.

But still.

There was a baby somewhere in that.

Their baby was somewhere in that.

"There it is." She said, pointing, as a tech came in.

"Sorry. Someone's water broke." She apologized before going over to a computer that was next to the screen. "We had to push her to the hospital side through the lovely bridge tunnel."

"Dr. Garrison will be relieved. Her husband has been driving him crazy." The doctor laughed.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked the tech who was now sitting behind the computer.

"I'm going to use this program to track the measurements of the baby so we can see if it's where it should be for eight weeks." She smiled and then laughed. "I have to wait for the baby to show up, though."

The doctor moved the wand around. "The uterus is looking perfect."

Kurt looked at Blaine.

They had no idea what they were looking at except for dark colors and circles, but it was their baby.

Well…. Maybe.

"Oh!" The tech said. "That explains the elevated hCG levels."

The doctor nodded.

Blaine looked confused but the doctor had moved the wand and now the black circle was zoomed in and bigger—and there was an oddly shaped gray blob.

"Do you all see right here, how it's moving a bit?"

Blaine nodded.

"That's it's heart beating." The doctor said.

"163 beats per minute." The tech said. "Which is perfect."

"Oh my God." Kurt breathed, turning to look at Blaine who looked like he was thinking the exact same thing.

"I'm going to take some measurements but the baby is kind of curled up so it they will be smaller than the baby is. The next time we do this, we'll probably have a better idea." The tech said.

They saw a mouse moving around the blob, then green lines.

"Crap." The doctor said, moving the wand again.

"Crap?" Blaine asked, alarmed.

"We're good. I got it." She leaned over and pointed. "This right here is it's arm—well, it will be an arm soon. Now it's just a little nub. I can't see the legs on this one but everything I can see looks perfect."

"The baby length is 1.5 cm and the sac is 7-9 which is where it should be." The tech said. She typed something, the letter A (maybe for Anderson?), and they heard something print.

"Okay. So let's see if we can hear the heartbeat." The doctor said cheerfully. She clicked a button and they could her loud swooshing. "There it is."

Blaine's eyes teared up—he was so excited, he forget to even pull out his phone to record it. "Oh my God."

"It sounds perfect." The doctor smiled and, after several more seconds, turned the sound back off.

"Is that it?" Kurt asked, disappointed.

"For this one, yes."

"This… one?" Quinn asked.

"I bet you've been having a lot of morning sickness, haven't you?" The doctor asked.

"Well, yeah." Quinn nodded.

"Worse than your first pregnancy?"

They all three looked at the doctor, confused.

She moved the wand to a black blob with a smaller, gray blob inside it.

"I thought we were done." Blaine looked at her, confused.

"I said we were finished with Baby A." She said very calmly. "This is Baby B."

"Oh shit." Kurt looked at Blaine, eyes wide. "You were right!"

"Baby B isn't so curled up. Can you see?" The doctor asked, barely giving Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn's minds time to catch up. "Here's the head, arm 1, arm 2, and a little leg. They're both being still but you'll start to feel them moving in about two months, Quinn."

"Is that bad? Them being still?" Blaine asked, his own eyes wide.

"Not at all!" She smiled. "They are probably just sleeping. Fetuses and newborns sleep 90 to 95 percent of the time. When they're a bit bigger, it'll be easier to wake them up."

"They. Them." Kurt repeated. "As in plural."

The tech laughed and they saw the colored arrows appearing and then saw numbers pop up as she typed on her keyboard.

"This one is laying differently so it will be a little easier to see it's heartbeat. Can you see it?" The doctor asked, pointing it out. The tech moved the mouse over it as well.

"This one." Kurt repeated. "Oh my God."

"Kurt, it's beating." Blaine shook his arm. "You can see it beating!"

"Oh my God." Kurt looked at Blaine.

"Oh, they're racing already." The tech said. "B's heartbeat is 165 per minute and it's 1.4 cm long."

"If they would wake up, you'd be able to see them move some." The doctor pressed gently on Quinn's belly in two places and then laughed. "They're either stubborn or lazy already."

"They're." Kurt repeated her again. "Oh my God."

"They won't wake up but they both look really good! Next time it won't look quite as much like a blob… but everything is good. Uterus, sacs, limbs. They are perfect." The doctor smiled. "There couldn't be a better visit than this one."

"Wait." Blaine said. "Do we get to hear it's heartbeat too?"

"Of course you do. It will be quite a bit louder than Baby A's." She reached over and turned the volume up.

Both Kurt and Blaine listened intently until she turned the equipment off.

The tech spoke up. "The good thing is since it's twins, you'll get more ultrasounds than if it was only one baby… so hopefully you can make it to all of those appointments and see your babies a lot more."

"We will." Kurt said instantly.

Because they were not missing any chance to see their babies.

Babies.

The tech held out four pictures and gave them to Blaine. "One of each twin for both of you and I've got copies for Quinn as well."

Blaine went to give Kurt his copies but Kurt was still staring at the dark screen.

"We're about to do some things I'm assuming you'd probably rather not see, so you two are free to go. We'll get the next few appointments set up with Quinn after so you can go ahead and let your jobs know." The tech said.

"Thank you so much." Blaine said to Quinn.

"Yes." Kurt nodded, unable to find more words at that moment.

"Don't mention it… but you'll probably be buying me double the snacks, so, sorry." Quinn smiled and squeezed Kurt's hand. "I'll talk to you guys later."

They both left, walked down the stairs, and out of the building without saying a word.

They were both getting into Blaine's car when Kurt muttered, "I really hate when you're right."

Blaine laughed and handed Kurt his two pictures.

"Holy shit, Blaine. You're such an overachiever. Oh my God." Kurt's eyes were wide.

"Sorry?" Blaine said it more like a question, a silly smile on his face.

"How am I supposed to just go back to work when our amount of one little human just doubled?" Kurt asked. "Holy shit."

"Thank God I don't have any trials today because, I mean… I knew it was a big possibility but she was talking like it was one and then she swings over to Baby B." Blaine took a deep breath. "So, what do we do? Who do we tell? When do we tell?"

"Uhm. I don't know because it's not even really registered for me yet." Kurt admitted, looking back down at the ultrasound pictures. "Wow. Twins."

Baby leaned over. "That's a leg."

"Oh my God. I know." Kurt put both pictures together in alphabetic order, baby A and baby B. "Blaine… We need a bigger house."

"That was my first thought." Blaine admitted. "Burt is going to kill us for living in a house for like… maybe not even a year and then selling it. Depending on how fast we find a new one, I guess."

"I think he'll hear the word 'twins' and he'll understand why we have to." Kurt looked at him. "I know I just keep saying holy shit, but Blaine, holy shit. I don't even know what to say because there's two."

"At least we won't have to fight over who gets to hold the baby?" Blaine grinned.

"I just hope they don't look like you." Kurt joked and leaned forward to kiss him.

Blaine kissed him and then pulled back. "I was a cute baby, thank you very much."

"Blaine… how are we going to take care of two babies at once?" Kurt asked after almost a minute of silence.

"I mean… Two babies, two adults. We're fine." Blaine laughed—a very fake laugh. Because that was actually terrifying.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he got.

But a happy anxious. Not a bad one.

"One baby and two adults is supposed to be extremely hard. We both have jobs. Childcare will be through the roof because this is New York City." Kurt took a deep breath. "Blaine, everything just doubled."

"We knew going in that twins run in my family and doing IVF gives more opportunity for multiples. At least we're not Octomom, right?" Blaine took a deep breath himself.

"Oh my God. Two. There are two!" Kurt moaned and tilted his head back. "Oh my God. Two."

"When you freak out, you repeat yourself. Did you know that?" Blaine tilted his head.

"I am not going to be able to do anything at work. I literally… I mean, Blaine, we have to look at our money and we have to start savings accounts for them both and we have to pick a daycare and a hospital. We should just take stock in Pampers Diapers and maybe they'll give us a baby-lifetime supply for free!" Kurt took another deep breath.

"Kurt, they don't need a savings account or a daycare yet. You should be freaking out over the fact that we have seven months to buy and sell a house and get everything we need for two babies. Double the furniture, the clothes, the food, the diapers, the bottles, the baby wipes."

"Maybe we should scale back on the wedding." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes.

"No. We're getting our wedding just the way we want it. Remember, my inheritance is covering that anyway?" Blaine said. "I don't want anything to take away from that day, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, not sure what else to say.

"Oh boy…. Or oh girl… oh girls? Or oh boys? Oh boy and girl? Holy shit."

"Oh my God." Kurt fell back against the car seat. "Two. There are two."

Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath of his own. "I… I have to go back to work. I've got that meeting with the C, M, and J. Tammy Jo gets pissy if anyone is late to something like that."

"What do we do now?" Kurt asked.

"We… go to work like our lives didn't just get flipped upside down."

"Oh, I am not going back to work. There is no way." Kurt shook his head.

"Fine. You go back home, I'll go back to work, and I'll try to not be late so we can try to come up with a new plan… because it's twins."

"Twins." Kurt smiled.

…

"Blaine, did you even hear me?"

Blaine blinked several times and looked at Ryan.

"Did you hear any of that?" Ryan asked.

"Uhm… sorry. I got distracted." Blaine licked his lips. "What?"

Tammy Jo sent Bob a look. Bob, in turned, looked at Blaine.

"Is everything… okay?" Ryan asked.

"Why wouldn't it be? I mean, my whole life just got thrown into a blender but, yeah, it's okay." Blaine shrugged.

Tammy Jo and Ryan didn't react to that, but Bob looked concerned.

"Anyway, we were trying to tell you that—"

"Can we maybe do this later?" Blaine asked, cutting Ryan off.

"No." Tammy Jo looked at him like he was crazy. "I drove several hours here to do this now."

Bob shot her a look… and not a nice one.

"Is something wrong?" Tammy Jo asked.

"Not exactly."

"Then pay attention." She said. "I would like to make it back before rush hour and I've got two more of these meetings after this one which should have been over five minutes ago."

"Will you be back next week?" Blaine asked.

Tammy Jo turned, looking right at Bob.

"We need to do it now." Bob, who looked very confused, said.

"I understand that you three are super busy but can I have, like, ten minutes?"

"Yes." Ryan said.

Tammy Jo shot Ryan a nasty look as Blaine went out. "Well, I am rethinking this entire decision so maybe we should just move onto the next meeting."

Blaine leaned against the wall on the other side, hearing them speak.

"Get over yourself." Bob snapped. "Just because you're getting a divorce doesn't mean you can take it out on Blaine."

"He took a super long lunch." Tammy Jo said. "I saw the Intranet log in page."

"Oh good God." Ryan sighed. "Nobody does that stupid log in crap. If he actually uses it, you should be impressed by that in itself."

"Where are you going, Robert?"

"Maybe I'll post it on the Intranet when I get there." Blaine heard Bob say. Seconds later, Bob came out the door. He went to turn in the direction of Blaine's office and then halted. "Blaine?"

Blaine took a deep breath.

"What happened?" Bob asked after glancing around to make sure nobody else was in the hallway. "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Theoretically I'm great." Blaine said. "At least I'm supposed to be… and I was fine until about twenty minutes ago and… does everything ever hit you at once? Do you know what I mean? You're fine and then—bam."

"Blaine. Did the doctor's appointment… Was something wrong?"

"No." Blaine shook his head. "Everything was perfect. At least one of them has three limbs but the other was kind of curled up so they can't be sure but…"

"What are you rambling about?"

"They're twins. And I knew it might happen and I've been saying it since before we got pregnant but… there are two. I saw two."

"Oh my God! Blaine!" Bob gasped.

"If you think I'm freaking out, you should see Kurt. He didn't even go back into work." Blaine's eyes were wide. "I just… I need it to sink in. I'm sorry. I was fine and then it hit me as soon as I sat down for the meeting and I… There's two."

"Wait right here." Bob went back into the room. Seconds later they heard squealing and Tammy Jo rushed out.

"Oh my God!"

Blaine's eyes widened. Five minutes earlier she'd been pissed at Blaine… and now this?

"Congratulations!"

Blaine raised his arms as Tammy Jo hugged him.

"Uhm… Tammy…" Bob said.

Tammy Jo pulled back. "We're giving you a key. We want you to be a supervisor over the new first year lawyers. You and Adrian. You're getting a promotion."

"Yay?" Blaine looked at Bob.

"Bob, Tammy Jo and I will talk to Adrian. Take him somewhere." Ryan said.

"And you can go home after if you want!" Tammy Jo said excitedly. "Twins!"

"You just got upset with me for taking a long lunch to go to a doctor's appointment… and now you're saying I can go home?" Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"Babies! This is huge!" She exclaimed.

"Come on, Blaine." Bob put his hand on Blaine's back and nudged him forward. "Otherwise we will be here forever. Women don't shut up about babies."

"Where are we going?"

"Well we are making a pitstop at Jake's office and then we're going to maybe consume some alcohol." Bob said, stopping outside of Jake's office. "You should text Kurt and have him meet us at Lynah's."

"You don't drink."

"I don't drink much." Bob corrected.

"Oh God." Jake groaned. "What did I do? I haven't been in long enough to fuck anything up."

"Let us go… away from here." Bob said. "With Blaine."

Jake stood, looking confused. When he came out of his office, he looked at Blaine.

"Don't ask. I'll explain when we get there." Bob said before Jake could open his mouth.

"Hey." Blaine said, sounding distracted.

"Hi?" Jake followed Bob out.

"I'm not really hungry." Blaine said when they went into a restaurant.

"Then don't eat?" Bob shrugged sitting at a booth.

Blaine sat next to him and Jake sat across from him.

"So Blaine just saw his first ultrasound." Bob said slowly.

"I didn't know you two were pregnant!" Jake smiled. "Congrats!"

"It's twins."

"Oooh." Jake said. "I get it now."

"Get… what?" Blaine asked.

"Jake has twins." Bob said.

"Yep." Jake nodded. "Twin girls who are about to be ten years old."

"Really?" Blaine asked as Bob ordered three alcoholic beverages.

"Really?" Jake looked at Bob like he was crazy.

"They're not all for me. I would get Kurt's but I don't know how long it will take him to get here… Besides, do you think we're going to be out of here before 5? It's, like, 3:30." Bob gave Jake a look. "I am not stepping back into that building until Tammy Jo is at least halfway to Cambridge... and that will just be to get my car keys."

"True." Jake said but watched him carefully.

"You have twins?" Blaine interrupted them.

Jake looked back at him. "Yeah. My second and third kids."

"Well, you're still alive. That's a good sign."

Jake laughed loudly. "Well my first kid was just one so that did help soften the blow a bit… Plus, I'd already gotten the lovely pleasure of helping out with the first three of my five godchildren by that point…" He shot Bob a look. "Which by the way isn't fair, Robbie. When I agreed I didn't know you were having an entire high school band team."

"I didn't know what I was getting into either but here we both are." Bob shrugged as their drinks came. He then ordered some appetizers. "Your children are mean."

"Are you hungry?" Jake asked.

"No. I've got to pick Sammy up from baseball and Emily up from art club at 6:30, though, so I probably shouldn't be tipsy." Bob shrugged.

"Want to pick up mine?" Jake asked.

"No, not really. Plus, they all wouldn't fit." Bob laughed. "There's Kurt."

Blaine looked back and smiled.

"Hi, Kurt. It's nice to see you again." Jake said when Kurt sat by him.

"Hi. Hi, Bob."

"Hey, Kurt. Want alcohol?"

"No thanks." Kurt grabbed Blaine's water and took a sip.

"So… Make Kurt and Blaine feel better." Bob said. "Kurt, Jake has twins."

"I don't feel bad." Blaine said quickly. "I'm just… freaking out a little bit because everything literally just doubled."

Kurt cringed and took a deep breath. "I know. I've been looking at blogs and—"

"I'm about to make your wallet happy, guys." Jake said. "You do not have to buy double of everything. There are things you can get by with just one of them. Luckily most of it is the expensive stuff."

"Really?" Blaine asked, pulling a notebook out of his bag.

Jake turned towards Bob. "I get it now. He's adorable."

"Yep." Bob nodded as Kurt smiled.

"You were about to share information." Blaine said.

"You probably don't need to even write this down but you can." Jake laughed. "You only need one crib, one diaper bag, one stroller, one baby monitor, and one set of nursery furniture… although I do recommend maybe getting a second chair so you two can both rock babies to sleep."

Blaine nodded, taking notes.

Bob met Kurt's eyes and gave him an amused look. Kurt shrugged in a 'Eh' kind of way.

"Oh my God. You're really writing it down." Jake laughed again.

"Honestly, you two, there's so much stuff you don't even have to buy early… and it's all just going to take up space." Bob said. "Don't go out and buy two high chairs. They are huge and take up tons of space. The babies won't even be able to sit in them until they are maybe four months old but it could be as late as six or seven."

"Good point although, let me tell you the things you must have two of. Two of these are more for your sanity than anything." Jake said. "Two car seats, two high chairs, two bouncy seats, and two bath seats."

"Bouncy seats are your best friend now." Bob added. "At least, they will be very soon."

"What should we get first?" Kurt asked.

"What you should by first— and trust me on this. The nursery needs to be completely set up. Diaper bag, double stroller, and baby monitor. Those are the absolute necessities from day one. Then you buy a shit ton of pacifiers and you keep them in a designated spot in, like, every room of the house." Jake said. "Rattles and toys, but those aren't going to break the bank."

Blaine nodded, writing everything down.

"Well, the car seats too." Bob tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. "What else?"

"Oh God. Don't buy clothes. If you have one baby, you get gifted tons of clothes. When we had the twins we got, like, three times as much clothes because everyone thinks nobody else will get clothes. I think we didn't touch half of it." Jake said. "I mean obviously if you see something you like, get it. But I promise you'll have to put clothes in storage after you start getting gifts… We had so much stuff for the girls that they never even made it into… so if you've got girls, we can give you tubs. You know, if everyone else doesn't."

"You all still have that?" Bob looked surprised.

"She keeps so much stuff that I'm surprised the attic hasn't fallen in yet, Robbie."

"What about the rest of the stuff? Get two?" Blaine asked.

"Not entirely everything." Jake said.

"Buy more of the little burp blankets than you think you need. Then double that." Bob said. "When they're on formula you'll go through them like nobody's business."

"Honestly, guys, you're better off before having twins first. Our first child was just one and it left us very unprepared for twins." Jake said. "When you have your next one, it'll be a piece of cake—assuming it's not twins too."

"How many kids do you have now?" Blaine asked.

"Three." Jake said. "It was four… but our twins were in the middle, though… and for us it was fine. I mean, it's harder than just having one baby but there's two of you. It's kind of terrifying at first but honestly, you will be okay. There are going to be times when you are so tired you want to cry but once you two get it figured out, you'll be good to go. It doesn't take as long as you think it will. There are a lot of ways to make it a lot easier, though."

"Really?" Kurt looked relieved.

"Yes." Jake nodded. "Most important is keeping them on a schedule together. One wakes up, you wake the other one up. One eats, the other eats. Streamlining makes it so much simpler and cuts out a lot less crying. Simplifying mealtime helps a lot too because it's less chaotic. I'm assuming you'll be using bottles, so feed them together and burp them together."

Kurt and Blaine nodded.

"Bathing is a bit tricky. When they're smaller, we found it easier to do it at separate times… but when they could sit up, we had these seats you could put them in and strap them in so you could do both at the same time." Jake said.

"They have that?" Blaine asked.

"Well, it's two separate seats but they suction onto the floor of the tub so they're literally right next to each other." Jake nodded.

"Yeah, Miles doesn't like those seats at all." Bob laughed. "Pretty much Sarah and I have to do it together or he just doesn't get a bath."

"Are your twins identical?" Kurt asked Jake.

"No." Jake shook his head. "But someone Robbie and I went to high school had identical twins. She just pained their toenails different colors… Plus, there's always something unique even if it's an odd freckle or something."

"Didn't you all do sleep training?" Bob asked.

"Yeah! We had this sleep lady over for, like, three days. She had this nap schedule and after three days of getting the girls on a schedule, they both slept through the night and slept together at nap time. The best money we've ever spent." Jake nodded. "I griped so much about it beforehand but it's literally lifesaving."

"Did they get upset at the same time? Like, angry and crying?" Blaine asked. "Like in the movies?"

"Usually one will start. If you get that one quietened down, the other won't start. But one of my girls really liked this swing and the other liked to be rocked in a chair so if they were both wailing, we'd go in separate rooms, calm them down, and then put them back together when they were calmed down or asleep."

Blaine nodded.

"It's daunting at first. It really is. But two weeks in, you're tired but you're getting habits and on a schedule. Plus, people will offer to help you. Honestly Liz and I probably wouldn't have made it through the first week without Robbie and Sarah because by the time we had the twins, they had already had Charlie, Brady, and Sammy."

"You're welcome." Bob said, causing Blaine to laugh a bit.

"Everything is so much easier after the sixth month too. But… I mean, once they're here you just gotta do it otherwise all four of you will be crying. I'm only partly joking because twice that did happen… It was like two in the morning." Jake laughed. "You are more than welcome to talk to me or my wife and ask all of the questions you can think of."

"You'll also be surprised at how many people will offer to help." Bob said.

"And when they do, you take it! Let someone bring you dinner or watch them when you take a shower or a nap. The more help you have, the less stress you have in the beginning. That makes it easier on all four of you. I can't tell you how to get a routine but you two will find one that works for you. It will suck for a couple of weeks but you two will get it down and then it's just… double the love, per my wife. Double the tuition costs per me."

Kurt laughed, feeling better.

"You don't have to worry about that for a while, though." Bob said. "Plus, your job is not going anywhere and you make really good money. I'll make sure you're taken care of. Kurt makes good money too. You're both in a good position for this."

Blaine nodded as Kurt squeezed his thigh.

"You'll freak out a few more times before they come too so don't feel bad." Jake said. "Really, feel free to call me even if it's not at work. And, you know, Liz and I are pretty good at the twin thing so we can definitely help out… then you've got Bob the Baby Whisperer over here."

"What?" Blaine looked confused.

"Babies love him. He picks them up and even the angriest baby will just shut up, cuddle up, and fall asleep." Jake said. "It's weird because he's such an asshole."

Bob shot him a look. He then said, "I came over to their house at four in the morning so many times, guys. I threatened to move in when they were two weeks old because every night, like clockwork, they would cry at 11:40."

"Yeah and then they'd be like, 'Oh the baby whisperer is here. Let's quit crying and make him think Mommy and Daddy are crazy.'" Jake shook his head.

"I've got 5. I'm just thankful… but honestly, that didn't work at all for Brady or Sammy." Bob said. "And Miles, like, never throws fits. He might whine for a minute and then he's good."

"Yeah. Until you leave the room." Blaine laughed.

"Wait. You used to live here?" Kurt asked Bob.

"Yeah. We've lived here for four years when Brady was young and two years Sammy and Emily." Bob nodded. "That time being when their twins were born."

"You know… Miles being such a good baby is foreshadowing that he's going to be a horrible teenager." Jake said.

"Shit. It can't get worse than Brady totaling my car. It was wrapped around a tree. Oh my God." Bob literally covered his face with both hands. "I am so proud of myself for not crying."

"That car was Bob's baby." Jake laughed.

"Was because it's dead." Bob lowered his hands.

"How much did your car insurance go up?" Blaine asked.

"Don't even make me say it out loud." Bob groaned.

"$800." Jake said.

"How expensive was that car?!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Enough." Bob sighed. "Thank God he's somewhat getting his life together."

"Somewhat?" Jake asked.

"He's going to get a degree in Physics and Astronomy?" Bob raised his hands. "Is he going to be an astronaut? A physicist? What is physics actually anyway? Why are my kids so much smarter than me?"

"What does he want to do?" Blaine asked.

"Be a metallurgist. He tried to explain it but two sentences in I had to stop him because it was waaaay over my head. I had a hard enough time passing Chemistry in high school."

"He gets it from Sarah." Jake pointed at him.

"What did you get in undergrad?" Blaine asked.

"BA in Anthropology." Bob shrugged.

"His dad wanted to kill him when he declared." Jake laughed.

"Yep. I wanted to be a Museum Curator." Bob snorted. "He said I'd never get a good paying job so I took it as a challenge and got into Harvard Law. Literally submitted the application thirty seconds before the deadline… and I got in."

"Wait. You are a lawyer because you wanted to prove your dad wrong?" Kurt looked amused. "You had no desire to be one?"

"No, not really… Honestly I was hoping I wouldn't get offered a job."

"He really was." Jake said. "He was hoping he wouldn't get one because he wanted to play with dinosaur bones."

"Uhm, who doesn't?" Bob raised both of his hands. "Unfortunately, I did so well on the Bar that people just wouldn't leave me alone… even though I already had a job… Dad was happy though, so… Plus, actually having money after law school was a big plus."

"You literally wanted to dig up dinosaur bones as your lifelong career?" Blaine asked.

"Yes. Yes, I did. While Sarah was in pre-pharm taking all these smart people classes and I'm like, 'Yeah, I got an A+ on my arts and humanities pop quiz. I think she regretted marrying me in her senior year." Bob laughed. "Honestly, I'm dumb. The only reason I am where I am today is because I have a temper and I'm good at arguing… unless it's with Emily… speaking of, I actually have to leave to pick her up."

"Which means I also have to pick up my three." Jake groaned and stood. "Seriously, though. Just ask me any questions. You can even talk to my wife."

"Thank you." Blaine smiled as Jake walked out.

"Don't freak out, you two." Bob said, looking between Kurt and Blaine. "You're got help. I'm the baby whisperer."

Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt laughed.

"See you two later." Bob squeezed Blaine's shoulder as he almost always did when he left, and then headed out the door.

Blaine scooted so he was directly across from Kurt. "Do you feel better now?"

"A lot." Kurt nodded. "I think I was just shocked…I had mostly calmed down before you called, though."

"Good." Blaine smiled.

"I'm assuming you did too since they brought you here."

"Uh… yeah. Right during the meeting." Blaine cringed. "I feel better now too, though."

"Plus, we've also got Alex. He was super excited when he thought it was just one." Kurt pointed out.

"That's true." Blaine nodded. "I don't know why I didn't think of that."

Kurt shrugged and smiled. "I think we need to see if David and Wes can meet us for dinner?"

"Yeah! And we can stop by Alec's if you want too!" Blaine smiled back at him.

"I would like that."

Blaine pulled out his phone and called Wes. "Yo, you need to meet me for dinner because I have something to tell yoooou… What do you mean, you're with David? That's rude, Why wasn't I invited? … Fine, I guess we can come to you."

…

"So." Blaine said, sitting at Wes' table in front of David and Wes an hour later.

"So?" David asked.

"Hey, look at this hilarious picture of Scarlett. She is definitely my child." Wes held up his phone—in the picture Scarlett was laying, in full Princess Disney costume, asleep on the kitchen counter. "How did she even get up there? There were no chairs. Blaine, is she really yours?"

"She probably got her foot on the knob… wait, no. That's not possible." David tilted his head. "Did she catapult?"

"From what? By who?" Wes threw his arms up. "And where is that costume even from? Alicia hates Disney."

"What?" Blaine gasped.

"Yeah. I know. Matt had that same reaction." Wes shrugged again. "Although apparently he is a Pokémon fan and not a Digimon fan so he's not allowed around my child anymore."

"Sorry." Kurt sat at the kitchen table next to Blaine.

"Did you have a good pee?" Wes asked, facial expression very serious.

"Uh… I guess? Did you know there's a beheaded doll on your bathroom countertop?" Kurt tilted his head.

"She was supposed to throw that out." Wes shrugged.

"Okay. What's up? I'm assuming the appointment was good because you guys don't look upset."

Kurt opened his messenger bag and slid his ultrasound pictures to Wes. Blaine, likewise, slid his to David.

"So many pictures." Wes looked at them. "Is it different views?"

"Uh, Wes… that's two different babies." David said after barely glancing. "See the shadowing is all different? And this one's back is facing us."

"WHAT?!" Wes' jaw dropped. "What?"

"Yeah!" David pointed to the other picture. "That's an arm."

"We may as well just let David lead the conversation." Blaine shrugged.

"Which one is on the bottom?" David asked.

"I think Baby A?" Kurt asked. "That's the one she did first."

"Oh wow." David looked at his two pictures again. "Wow."

"ALICIA, KURT AND BLANIE ARE HERE!" Wes said and then leaned back.

"Lisha!" Scarlett giggled, coming up behind Wes.

"Hey. How did you get out of your bed? I had the thing raised up." Wes looked confused.

"She jumped." AJ came in and smiled brightly, going to hug Blaine and then Kurt.

"Look!" Wes handed her both pictures.

She looked at them side by side and said, "Yeah. That's not the same baby. Twins!"

"How did you—"

"The shadowing is different." David repeated. "Not to mention they're in two different positions."

"Positions? It's a blob." Wes looked at David like he was crazy.

"Yes. This one's back is facing us and this one is on it's side. See? Arm. Arm. Leg." David said patiently.

"How do you even know this? Do you do OBGYN too?"

"No, thank God. But when we have teams for babies that they think ate at risk, we see ultrasound pictures and videos to kind of give an idea of what we can expect, which baby might be worse off, and whatnot. I've just seen so many now that I know what I'm actually seeing." David explained.

"So, where's the head?" Wes asked.

"… Over the arms." David looked at him, amused.

"David is completely unfazed and Wes is too busy trying to dissect the picture. This is disappointing." Kurt told AJ.

"I will be happy and squeal because oh my God. You're going to be such cute twin daddies!"

"OH MY GOD. THEY'RE HAVING TWINS?!" Wes exclaimed. "THESE ARE YOUR BABIES?"

"What did you think you were looking at?!" David exclaimed. "Why would they have a random person's ultrasound pictures? Why would I explain it to you? Also, it literally says Anderson on it. Hey… shouldn't it be Anderson-Hummel?"

"I think the computer cut off the last part." Kurt said.

Wes got up, walked around the table, and attacked Blaine with a hug from behind his chair.

"Okay, Scarlett. Let's go play in the bathtub." AJ said, making her voice sound much more excited than she was.

"EEEE!" Scarlett ran in the direction of the bathroom.

"Yeah. Twins." Blaine said once AJ was out of the room as well.

"Are you freaking out?" David asked Kurt.

"I think we both were at different times… but one of Blaine's coworkers has twins so we chatted with him and Bob." Kurt said.

"Yeah. I feel a lot better after that… although I wish we'd waited to buy a house now." Blaine laughed.

"So…" Kurt sat up straight. "Can we ask you two a… question?"

"Oh God." David looked confused. "What?"

"Well…" Blaine pulled back the ultrasound pictures, stacking like ones on top of each other. He then slid one top photo to Wes and one to David. "Would you be their godfathers? In case something happens to us?"

"We don't want to force either of you to take two and… if something were to happen, we know they would see each other all the time." Kurt said. "And honestly… we wouldn't want anybody else to raise them if something did happen."

"You don't even have to ask." David said, very seriously.

"Wes, I know you all only wanted one baby…"

"No. I would want to." Wes said instantly. "Obviously I hope I don't have to, but I want to. I would never say no to that."

"Shit. Are we supposed to do that? Fuck. You guys want to take my two?" David asked.

"You two can just split Scarlett in two. She'll be alright." Wes waved his hand.

"But seriously." Blaine interrupted them. "We can put it in writing?"

"Yes." They both said together.

"Do you really think we'd say no?" Wes laughed.

"Well, no… but we also didn't want it sprang on you if something did happen." Kurt trailed off as Scarlett walked through, completely naked with a very real pineapple in her arms.

"Just ignore her." Wes said. "And, yes. I know she gets the weirdness from me."

April 2020 Month 3

"If you don't quit going to get him every time he cries, he will keep doing this. He never does this when you're not home. Why? He knows Daddy will wait exactly a minute and a half, then go pick him up."

Bob, who was looking down at his watch as she spoke, glared.

Kurt, Blaine, Bob, and Sarah were all sitting at the island (where they usually always sat when Kurt and Blaine visited) the weekend after finding out about twins.

"Anybody else is home, he is perfectly content to sit in his crib and babble to himself and play. You get home and all of a sudden he's this sad little baby needing affection. He knows you'll go get him."

Kurt looked at Blaine, amused.

"Sorry you're okay with a child crying in despair."

"Crying in despair? Are you serious right now? I guess you never want to have sex again since he won't sleep away from you either. You're like the mother duck."

"Actually, they call me the baby whisperer." Bob stood and left the room, clearly heading towards the stairs.

"Sorry. Anyway, I've been on Zillow and Trulia obsessively ever since Bob told me you have to get a bigger house—yay twin babies! I made an account and favorited twenty million houses… that was an exaggeration but I did save a lot."

"Yeah," Bob came in with a two year old Miles in his arms. "It's only nineteen million. All she does is look at homes."

Miles got an adorable grin and waved at Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt went right over to tickle him. "You're so cute and chubby." Kurt cooed.

Miles turned, burying his head in Bob's chest.

"Coddler." Sarah pointed at him.

"This might be my last baby to coddle so leave me alone. You're just jealous he follows me around and not you." Bob scoffed, heading towards the fridge.

"Want to see something funny?" Sarah asked eagerly.

"Always." Blaine nodded.

Sarah waited for him to open the fridge and then said, "Hey, Robbie, can you add something to the grocery list for me when you're over there?"

"We're going to be there for five hours at this point." Bob groaned. "What am I adding?"

"Cherry tomatoes."

Bob, who had just taken a drink from a bottle of water after closing the fridge door, began coughing. Miles then clapped his hands very close to Bob's face.

"Aaaah. I love doing that." Sarah said excitedly. "It never gets old and he never expects it."

"I hate you." Bob huffed, sitting Miles on the floor.

"Hate you!" Miles repeated, toddling behind Bob who had walked over to the sink.

"Love you." Sarah said.

"Hate you, momma."

"That's what you get for being a bit— a you-know-what." Bob said, scooping Miles back up. "Good job, Miles."

"He's having a hard time not cursing in front of Miles. Apparently Miles was saying the 'F word' at daycare." Sarah told Kurt and Blaine. "I wonder where he got that from."

"Like you don't curse too." Bob sat on the side of the island with Miles and then stood him up on his legs. He then said, "Simon says touch your nose."

Miles tapped his own nose, shakily standing on Bob's lap.

"Simon says stick your tongue out."

Miles opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out.

"Close enough. Simon says give kisses."

Miles licked him.

"Well, that's close enough I guess."

"How are you going to bring a cute baby over here and distract us?" Sarah sighed.

"Not baby." Miles said.

"You tell her." Bob laughed. "You're a toddler."

"Tob-grr."

"Oh my God. He's so cute." Kurt laughed.

"Unfortunately. Going in public with him is a nightmare because everyone's got to look at those cheeks and thighs up close." Bob said.

Miles started 'blowing kisses' at Bob by opening his mouth and hitting his own face. He then bounced up and down on Bob's lap.

"Okay. We're getting into dangerous territory here." Bob sat him on the floor and didn't even bat an eye when Miles toddled out of the room by himself.

"Uhm…" Kurt looked at Bob.

"If I followed him everywhere that he went, I would never have a life." Bob said.

"It's true." Sarah said. "We'll track him down if we hear something break."

"Honestly, I bet if you go and look he's probably sitting on the floor just out of eyesight."

Blaine, taking it as a challenge, went to look.

Bob was, indeed, right.

"Told you." Bob shrugged.

"Quit distracting us, Robbie." Sarah shot him a look and then slid the laptop over to the side Kurt and Blaine were on. "I saved these houses for you."

"You've organized it by area, price, and square footage?" Kurt looked at her.

"I had two paid days off this week. I was bored." She shrugged.

"You have a baby. How were you bored?" Bob looked at her, phone in his hands.

"When I put him down for a nap, he actually stays down for a nap." Sarah said and then snapped her fingers at him. "I will take it away."

"Sorry but I can't." Bob snapped his fingers right back saying with each snap, "I'm. Not. Emily."

"Why can't you put it away?"

"Because I don't want to and you just treated me like our nine year old daughter? I was only checking one thing but I now think I'll file all of my emails into separate folders."

Blaine had a hard time not laughing out loud. Because that was so… well, Bob.

Sarah sighed and then slid the laptop to Kurt, who was sitting next to her. Blaine stood behind Kurt and looked as well.

"That is close to Rachel so no." Kurt said at one point.

"That one is close to Wes." Blaine said as she scrolled past another.

"Did you know that AJ picked that one because it's super close to Adrian and Matt?"

"Well, wouldn't you? Matt is like a permanent built in babysitter. He'll go over to play with Scarlett and not even see Wes and AJ." Blaine laughed.

"Caldwell?" Sarah asked. "He's so cute. When Brady officially came out my first thought was 'Why couldn't he have been born earlier so he could have been with Matt?'"

Blaine let out a loud laugh.

"Well, he's pretty happy with Adrian." Bob said. "He'll bring Adrian lunch on Mondays and Wednesdays because he has a long break between classes. I just gave him a badge for the door because half of the time he comes, the receptionists are on lunch."

"You would." Sarah shook her head.

"Hey… Terry is selling their house and moving back to Washington." Bob said and then asked, "Who wants to move to Washington?"

"Are you crazy? They have five active volcanoes. Who wouldn't want to?" Sarah scoffed.

"Yeah, I'm okay not dying by lava flood. Sorry. I've seen the movies and it does not look fun."

"Who is Terry?" Blaine tilted his head.

"This doctor specialist or something. I don't know. He's the only one in the neighborhood Bob will talk to, though." Sarah said. "He's, like, five houses down."

"Four." Bob looked up from his phone. "For the record, I do not enjoy talking to him. I tolerate it… miserably."

"Are you sure? I am pretty sure it's five."

"Want to go outside and count?"

"Maybe… because I'm right."

"Care to bet on that?"

"Is… their house for sale already?" Kurt asked, interrupting them.

"I don't know if it's on any websites yet, but I'm sure they're working on it. They already have a realtor." Bob shrugged. "That's why I mentioned it."

"Which one is it?" Kurt asked.

"The white one with the cute porch and the swing." Sarah sighed. "If we had about two kids less I would totally buy it."

"I thought this was your 'perfect green Victorian house.'" Bob looked at her. "We have a porch swing."

"It is. I'm just saying that one is cute. It's too small for us anyway."

"I hope whoever moves in doesn't try to talk to me." Bob sighed. "There's only so many times I can say 'hello,' 'how are you?' and 'Yeah the weather does suck or is great.'"

"You are super antisocial." Blaine said, looking at him.

"Comes with a social anxiety disorder." Bob gave him a look. "Are you okay, Kurt?"

"Blaine, the house five houses down from here is on sale." Kurt said slowly.

"Four." Bob gave Kurt the same look he had just given Blaine.

"Whatever. Four." Kurt shrugged, clearly unbothered even though most interns would have scurried off and not spoken to him for two weeks.

"TEXT HIM RIGHT NOW AND ASK IF WE CAN COME OVER!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly, jumping up.

Bob hung his head. "Please, no."

"I don't want to look like a stalker." Blaine gave Kurt a look.

"Stalker, child, what's the difference?" Bob sighed, raising his head up.

"Why didn't you say this five days ago?!" Sarah asked. "Do you use your brain for anything outside of work and arguing?"

"No." Bob said sarcastically, pulling his phone out of his pocket again and typing out a text. "I actually remove it when I get out of the car, put it in a jar, and put it back in when I drive to work the next day."

"Text him or I will do it for you. From your phone. And then I'll ask about trains." Sarah glared at him. She then took the laptop and typed in the address. "Damn. No pictures. It's not even listed as for sale yet. Ask if we can come over! This is an emergency!"

"I'm working on it, woman. If you're so eager, why don't you text his wife?" Bob scoffed. "You think dropping a toilet paper roll is an emergency, Sarah."

"You have to do it because I won't want to. I gave birth to five of your children. You owe me all the uncomfortable things I ask of you."

"I can't argue with that." Bob groaned as his phone rang and left the room.

"You don't have to buy it, obviously, but it's really cute and has a pretty big backyard for being in Brooklyn." Sarah said. "It's got four bedrooms and a big living room and kitchen. Plus, you can make Bob come fix everything that breaks. Honestly, he may come over there to get away from me."

"I would never do that." Bob sighed. "So, are you three going to go over? They said you can come now."

"You are coming too, Robbie."

Bob mimed a gun to his head.

"Don't act like a child. We already have five of them." Sarah got up, grabbed his arm, and then pushed him towards the back door. She then called back, "Sammy, watch your brother and sister!"

"Shit." They heard Sam mutter from the living room. He then said, sounding slightly more enthusiastic, "Okay, Mom!"

"Could he be any more your son?" Sarah asked. "If Emily is my counterpart, Sammy is yours."

"Blaine, do not under any circumstances bring up weather, cars, politics, or anything that does not have a simple yes or no answer or you're fired." Bob said, sounding like he was at work and getting onto someone. "I know you're super friendly and personable but I'm not."

Blaine looked at him, laughing.

"Especially airplanes or trains. Oh God. Four hours of my life I will never get back. I have a feeling a colonoscopy would have been better than that." Bob went down the porch steps. "Sarah, I'm not washing your car for three months."

"Yes, you will." She chirped. "You'll feel bad if you don't."

"Why are we going out the back door?" Kurt asked.

Seconds later they heard a "Mommmma! Daddddy!"

"Keep going. Pull the cord." Sarah nudged Bob. "Go, go, go."

"Can't we just bring him?" Bob asked. "I can pinch his leg when I'm tired of being there and we'll have an excuse to go because he'll cry."

"You are a horrible person, Robert."

"This is why Emily would never let you put her down." Blaine looked at him.

"Yes." Sarah said. "Same with all five of them."

They all came to a halt in front of an adorable white house with a covered porch and a freaking swing. The only thing that would have made it better on the outside was a red door.

"Yes or no questions." Bob said before knocking on the door and putting on a nice, neighborly smile.

"He's such a bullshitter." Sarah whispered to Blaine after Bob walked into the house with Kurt.

"I know." Blaine laughed. "All day, every day."

Bob turned, glaring at both of them.

"Whoops. We got in trouble." Sarah said before waving at his wife.

"I want it already." Kurt said, only halfway into the living room.

"Don't you want to… uh… see the rest?" Bob asked.

"Yes." Blaine went to stand by Kurt. "Yes, he does."

"Fine but I still want it."

...

"I know the house was, like, perfect but would it be a bit stalkerish to move four houses down from Bob?" Blaine came into the living room that night after his shower, curls still wet. "I mean, he is my boss too. Is that crossing some unseen line?"

"I don't care if it's stalkerish or crossing an unseen line. That house is perfect. It's so cute and it's not too big."

"Kurt, it's huge."

"It has four decent sized bedrooms, it has two full bathrooms and a half bathroom. The kitchen isn't quite as nice as the one here but it wouldn't be hard to make it the way we want… Also, Blaine, a laundry room and a pantry. I have always wanted a pantry since Grammy got one." Kurt continued as Blaine sat next to him on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him.

"I know it's perfect… I just don't want it to look weird." Blaine bit his lip as Winnie hopped up, laying down between them. Seconds later Kreacher hopped up too, laying on Kurt's lap.

"Look weird for who?"

"I don't know. I mean, some people at work already think I'm his son— which is ridiculous because we look nothing alike. Also… It's kind of a big house to be our second home purchase."

"Honestly you both have dark hair. His eyes are brown, not hazel, but I can see why people would assume that… although if they saw Sarah, they could definitely tell he's not your dad." Kurt said, petting Kreacher. "But who cares what anybody at work thinks? And, hello, do you go up to everyone and say, 'Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson and I live at 123 Baker Street. By the way, Bob lives at 127?'"

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"You really are thinking too much into it. It is big enough to grow into." Kurt looked at him, not relenting. "Twins, Blaine. Add in my baby two years after and we will need every bit of space in that house. Honestly, it may keep us from having to move again in five or six years… And it's perfect!"

"It is perfect… but is that weird?"

"It's not weird… and also, I've seen this weird car in our neighborhood five times now when I've made it home from work. I might just be paranoid but I'm kind of worried that it may be your dad or someone he's hired." Kurt bit his lip.

"I don't know, Kurt."

"Even if the car isn't him, he will eventually find out where we live and he'll come here next. He won't do anything in public again. We do not have a security system and we don't have cameras. We have nothing here to protect us or to prove he's broken the PPO if he does come, Blaine."

Blaine nodded, not speaking.

Because Kurt made valid points.

And honestly, Blaine had really liked that house too.

"We are looking for a bigger house anyway because of the twins and baby 3 when that comes. This house has a security system, a door camera, and a Bob."

"I don't know, Kurt. Does that look weird?"

"You and Bob are really close. I don't think he would have brought the house being for sale up if he didn't want us to consider it. It's not posted anywhere. If he hadn't said something, we never would have known."

"Yeah. I guess." Blaine sighed this time. "But Bob's house was, like, $1.7 million. I know the house is smaller so it will be less but…"

"But we both make very good money and…"

"Don't." Blaine groaned.

"You wanted to use your money for something important. This is important. We don't have to buy it outright. Just enough so that the payments won't be too crazy while we get settled with the twins." Kurt said quickly. "Honestly, Blaine, I would rather have a smaller wedding and a better place to raise our family in."

"The houses in that neighborhood aren't exactly new. We'll have to fix stuff." Blaine pointed out.

"Yeah but that would be for any house." Kurt looked at him excitedly. "Come on. You loved the house too. Kreacher and Winnie could play in the back yard. Soon our kids could play in the back yard."

"That's evil." Blaine laughed. "Using the dogs."

"Another bonus… we're about to have two babies. Bob and Sarah have had, like, five. They could be a big help whenever we can't figure what's wrong… You know both of them would come over within five minutes to try to help us." Kurt said, getting more excited as he talked. "We can literally turn this into the house we've talked about since we were seventeen and eighteen, Blaine. I would really, really love to raise our kids there."

Blaine pulled out his phone, looking through the pictures that the homeowner had texted him— the ones taken for the website posting that they were now holding off on putting up because they wanted to give Kurt and Blaine time to think it over.

"See?" Kurt pointed. "Look, Blaine."

"I know."

Kurt scooted back. "Another huge plus to having Bob four houses down…"

"What?"

"He would make it over a lot quicker than the police if your dad found us and did show up."

Blaine took in a deep breath and let it out.

"That is huge, Blaine. We've both been pretty antsy since November. Between getting a security system and living that close to Bob… I don't think anything will happen." Kurt looked down. "And if it did… well, you know how Bob reacted in November. Good luck to your dad when there aren't two strong men to hold him back… and I promise you, I for sure won't be trying to keep anyone from hurting him."

Blaine nodded.

"You love that house as much as I do… I think tomorrow at work, you should see what Bob thinks about you living that close. If it's weird for either of you two, then we'll find something else… but I don't want you being worried he'll think it's weird to ruin our chance of a really nice house. So you better actually talk to him first."

"I… I'll talk to him tomorrow." Blaine promised.

Kurt let out an excited squeak and hugged him. "Yes, yes, yes!"

…

"How did you get back here?" Blaine gasped when Bob reached he and Kurt eight hours later.

"I told them I'm your lawyer and threatened to sue. I don't think that doctor was too happy with me." Bob said, sitting in the free chair by the ER hospital bed. "How is Kurt asleep?"

Blaine, who was sitting in the chair next to Bob's, shrugged and rubbed his face.

"Did they arrest your dad?"

"No. As soon as Kurt decked him in the face, he booked it." Blaine looked annoyed. "Surprise."

"Wait. What?"

Blaine rubbed his eyes. "He was in the house when we got home. We looked at a house in Manhattan but Kurt's stuck on the one in your neighborhood so it was pretty pointless anyway."

"Skip the back story. What happened?" Bob asked impatiently. It was one in the morning, after all, and he had gotten a call saying they were in the hospital because of Blaine's dad.

"We got home. My dad was inside sitting on the couch. I went in first. I don't think he knew Kurt was right behind me because he started his usual faggot this disappointment that thing. Kurt came in. Dad had barely put his hand on me to push me again and Kurt punched him in the face. Hard. Hard enough that his hand is fractured."

"Kurt fractured his hand punching your dad?"

"I know! He's so thin!" Blaine exclaimed, although in a hushed voice so he wouldn't wake Kurt. "That's why we're still here. They have to reset his last two fingers. They got three trauma patients back to back and Kurt's stable so… we wait."

"I can't even believe that. Kurt?"

"That was basically the police officer's reaction too after seeing him come outside. He had been inside with another officer." Blaine sighed. "It was, like, instant. Kurt pushed me out of the way and just punched him hard. Bob, my dad fell down."

Bob looked at Blaine, not blinking.

"One punch. Just one. On the floor."

"I'd love to see the bruise that asshole will have." Bob looked at Kurt, shocked. "Damn. He must have been pissed."

"My dad was in the house. He saw the crib box and the two car seats. He knows we're about to have twins. Kurt was pissed." Blaine let out a deep breath. "I'm pissed."

"How did he find you? How did he get in?"

"I don't know but can I ask you a serious question? And you answer honestly?"

"Oh God. What do you need?" Bob looked worried.

"If we buy that house down the street… will you feel weird about it? Like I'm obsessed or stalking you?" Blaine looked worried.

"Stop." Bob laughed. "No, Blaine. I told you about the house. Why would I have if I didn't want you to consider it?"

"I don't know? "

"Honestly it would make me feel better daily because when I see your car still in the driveway on my way to work, I'll know you overslept and didn't get into a wreck and die." Bob blinked. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"You get worried when I come in late? Even though I come in late 80% of the time?"

"Yep. You cause me daily stress. We gotta talk about that coming in late thing, though. Tammy's getting onto me for not getting onto you. She says I'm showing bias."

"You wouldn't show me bias. Pffft."

"I know that but she doesn't."

"Maybe we should get lunch together further away from the office? So they don't see us?"

"Yeah. That may be good… not that I'm admitting I show bias."

"Of course not." Blaine's tone was serious but he grinned.

"If you'd told me this would happen the day you started your internship, I'd never have believed it. I thought you were this rich white boy who had everything handed to him."

"I thought you were a jerk for being rude to Adrian two days before." Blaine admitted.

"What? What did I say to him?" Bob looked surprised.

"He didn't know the answer to three of your questions and you said, 'You're the one Rivers recommended?'"

"I did not." Bob shook his head. "When was that?"

"January of 2015."

"Ooh. Yeah, I probably did say that… but I also thought he was a third year at the time… which was why I gave him to Ryan. I didn't have enough time to train a new lawyer that summer."

"So… Adrian was supposed to be your intern?"

"Yeah. But I had only been out of the hospital for two weeks and that was my first day off FMLA. I was rude to a lot of people for weeks." Bob admitted. "That was the concussion from hell… and I've had several bad ones."

"So how did you end up with me then? Who was I supposed to go to?"

"Tammy Jo literally forced you on me. You were supposed to go with Brian. The third guy was supposed to go with Jeff but he barely did shit so I got you and Brian got the third guy. To be honest, Ryan didn't even really need an intern because his youngest son had just been born and he wasn't doing too much so he could get him from daycare earlier in the day. He and Adrian got along well and by the next fall, Ryan's case load had picked up. Honestly, it probably worked out better for him in the long run anyway. Adrian has no desire to do criminal law and that's mainly all I do."

"I almost wasn't even your intern. That is crazy."

"I know. Being a dick works out for me sometimes." Bob laughed a bit and then glanced at Kurt, making sure he was still asleep. "He must be tired to sleep with his hand broken."

"He's been working overtime." Blaine nodded. "For the fall fashion show… at least now, he'll have to take a break."

"To sum that whole thing up, though, no. I wouldn't think you were a stalker or that you're obsessed with me. Honestly with all this stuff going on with your dad, I would prefer you do get that house. It's a really safe neighborhood and I would worry about you a lot less." Bob looked him in the eyes. "Don't feel weird about it. If you two love that one, buy it. I promise I wouldn't have mentioned it if I hadn't wanted you to consider it."

Blaine nodded. "Okay. I'm making an offer on the house near you in the morning. Kurt loves it and we need to get the hell out of our place as soon as possible. Oh God." Blaine covered his face. "I can't believe this happened. I hope it doesn't take as long for the sale to go through as our last one did."

"Do cash. Cash makes everything quicker." Bob said.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Cash talks. Sometimes they'll take the price down for that, too." Bob nodded. "Plus, Terry isn't going to try to get every cent out of you. He's ready to go back to Washington. What did the police say?"

"They're going to try to find Dad but the officer said they probably won't be able to."

"I need to make sure they have a warrant out for his arrest here and in Ohio in the morning. Your dad is not going to get away with this… and if you two need a place to stay, you can always stay with us until everything is set up."

"Thanks. I'll talk to Kurt tomorrow… well, later today I guess… This is the only time I've been glad my dad touched me, though." Blaine sat up straight, glancing at Kurt.

"But your dad did move like he was going to push you again before Kurt punched him?"

"Yes."

"Good. Any charges on Kurt will be dropped if he tries to pursue action and if not, I'll take care of it." Bob sighed. "Although I don't think your dad is stupid enough to do that… it would mean admitting he was within 500 feet of you."

"I can't believe he hurt Kurt."

"Technically, Kurt hurt himself defending you." Bob pointed out. "What did the doctor say?"

"Some huge wreck came in not long after she came in. As soon as it quiets down, someone is going to fix the bones and he'll wear a splint or cast for six or eight weeks… so now his honeymoon will be unpaid but whatever." Blaine sighed. "They gave him some pain medicine although, honestly, he's too angry to even pay attention to it hurting… He was inside our house."

"You have to get out of that house, Blaine. I don't trust it. Not anymore. This is serious. This is the second time your dad has shown up since December. Last time at the office and tonight at your house. You two have got to get out of there."

"I know."

"So… how many times did Kurt punch your dad to hurt himself?"

"Once."

Bob let out a surprised laugh. "Holy fucking shit. Has he ever punched anyone before?"

"No." Blaine laughed and shook his head. "I mean, Burt taught him how to do it when he got picked on in school and obviously it paid off… because he's got a boxer fracture."

"How is he, though?"

"Oh, he's pissed… they gave him some good pain medicine, though, and he fell asleep about twenty minutes before you got here. He was pretty tired before anyway." Blaine looked up as a pretty woman came in. "Marcy!"

Marcy yawned and waved. She then said, "Sorry. What happened?"

"My dad. Kurt knocked him down… with his fist." Blaine said and then turned to Bob. "This is David's baby momma who he has yet to propose to."

"Well I'm pretty sure I've ruined two attempts if it makes you feel better." Marcy laughed. "Also, never call me a baby momma again or I'll kill you. Off the record, of course."

"This is my boss Bob."

"I assumed." Marcy waved at Bob and then looked at Blaine. "You want to wake him or should I?"

"I'm already awake." Kurt groaned, moving to push himself up with his injured hand. "You're loud, Marcy."

"Yeah, let's not do that." Marcy helped him sit up as David walked in. "Again? Who called you down?"

"Eric. There was this guy with half of his stomach hanging out. I had to triage and decontaminate it. He told me you didn't want to do this so… here I am." David shuddered, walking straight up to Kurt. "But what he is handling was worse so I guess I got the lucky end of the deal."

"How is that lucky?" Kurt asked.

"Well, you're right. There really isn't a lucky. Honestly, the guy would be lucky to be put out of his misery. Even if they get everything back in place the chance of infection is outrageous and with his body already so stressed out…" David trailed off, sighed and held his x Ray to the ceiling light. "Kurt. Pain level from one to ten?"

"Well I'm medicated so… five?"

"David, there's a lightboard two feet from you." Marcy shook her head.

"I don't see you offering to reset the bone." David gave her a look.

"I just… ugh. You can feel the pops. When I'm not nine months pregnant I can handle it but for some reason... Ugh. You and Eric are so mean to me." Marcy shuddered and then glared.

"You're five days overdue. I wish she'd just come already so I could have six weeks off." David moved a portable tray over to the bed and put Kurt's hand on it closer. After looking at his hand, his eyes widened. "Did you say your pain level is at five?!"

"I mean… maybe a six? It hurt worse before they gave me the medicine." Kurt shrugged.

"Okay. I'm going to give you a local anesthetic. We'll wait about twenty minutes and I'll reset your two bones." David said. "They basically put you on slightly stronger Tylenol. Are you a beast?"

"How many times have you reset bones?" Bob asked.

"In a day or ever?" David asked, wiping Kurt's hand with an alcohol wipe. "Also, hi, Bob."

"Good answer." Bob said as David gave Kurt a shot where he'd just cleaned.

"Honestly I probably reset bones fifteen or twenty times a week… Sometimes more, sometimes less." David shrugged. "Kurt, I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. I'm going to go and check on a toddler upstairs."

"Okay." Kurt yawned, unbothered.

"You're yawning… Wow. I can't even believe this. When Blaine sprained his ankle you would have thought his foot was facing the other direction." David looked at him, amused, before washing his hands and leaving the room.

"You clearly need supervising so I'm going to stay." Marcy said, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Kurt. She then smiled brightly at him and patted his thigh.

"Does it really not hurt that bad?" Bob asked.

"I mean after having surgery to re-inflate a lung and reset cracked ribs, nothing really hurts that much anymore." Kurt shrugged.

"Okay. Yeah, this is probably a walk in the park for you, then." Marcy laughed. "Got a battle scar?"

"Yep." Kurt nodded. He lifted his shirt to show her.

"Wow. They stitched it up nicely, though. I bet whoever did it was a plastic surgeon or at least did a rotation on it." Marcy said.

Eric poked his head in. "What are you doing, Marcy?"

"Assisting David like you asked." Marcy looked up. "You should come and look at this scar. It's, like, perfect."

"David isn't even in here." Eric looked amused.

"He'll be back." Blaine said cheerfully.

"I asked her to stay. I'm in a lot of pain." Kurt lied.

"Your chart says 'maybe 6.'" Eric looked at it and then at Marcy. "Did he really write 'maybe 6' on this chart? Oh my God."

"Sounds like David." Marcy sighed, rubbing her belly.

"By the way." Eric looked at Bob. "We really don't like when you lawyers pull that card to get into rooms like that. You took about three minutes of arguing time away from my patients. That's enough time for someone to code and die."

"… Did anyone code and die?" Bob asked.

"No."

"Aren't there other doctors who would show up even if it wasn't their patient?"

"Yes." Eric looked annoyed. "That's not the point. There are rules for a reason."

"Oh my God." Kurt groaned. "Get over it. Both of you. If anyone should be complaining, it's me. I can't even feel my hand."

Marcy covered her mouth to keep from laughing at Eric's facial expression.

"Oh, are you going to do it?" David asked walking in.

"Maybe six?" Eric held the chart up.

"Well we had a meeting saying charts needed to be specific… and he specified the word 'maybe.'" David grinned. "By the way, two of your interns are going at it again in the supply room."

"Oh my God. Can they not keep their pants on?! I hate interns. I need a vacation." Eric left the room.

"Sorry." Marcy said to Bob. "He's on day six."

"In a row?" Bob asked.

"Day of six not having left the hospital yet. You get mandatory sleep breaks, though." David said. "Ready, Kurt?"

"Do I have a choice?" Kurt asked.

"I mean… I'm assuming you'd like the use of your right hand for work in two months, right?"

"Shit. Work." Kurt groaned and looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah."

"Temper, temper." Marcy hopped off the bed.

"How long will this take?" Blaine asked, already feeling sick to his stomach.

"More than one minute, less than two." David said as Kurt placed his hand on the portable tray David had used before. "Are you ready?"

"Just do it." Kurt did not look away from the ceiling.

David moved the broken fingers down at a ninety degree angle.

"I'm going to puke." Blaine groaned.

"Ugh, the sound is coming. Hurry up, David."

They heard a pop and David felt on his hand and then said, "Done."

"What?" Kurt looked down.

"Your last two fingers are reset and your metacarpal is straight. You just need a cast or a split and I'll take another X-ray to make sure it looks good." David looked at both Blaine and Marcy. "You big babies."

"Did you hear that pop?" Blaine asked Bob. "He didn't even flinch."

"Well to be fair, I can't feel anything on this side of my hand." Kurt said.

"Yeah but that took a lot more effort than it usually does." Marcy said. "I'm impressed and I've done tons of those."

"What are you doing in here?" David suddenly asked as a child in pajamas walked in.

"Looking for you."

"How did you get down here?"

"Elevator?"

"I'll be back after your next X-ray comes back, Kurt. Marcy, can you have them come do a portable one? They can steal it from PEDS if they need to… as long as they put it back." David sighed and picked the kid up. "You know your mom freaks out every time you come out here and try to find me."

"You should just stay where you're supposed to." The little girl said.

"I'm supposed to be both places." They heard David say as he left the room with her. "We've discussed this multiple times."

"He's over the PEDS department." Marcy told Bob, who looked confused. "Some of the kids don't like when another doctor checks on them. That girl in particular. She will get up and wander the entire hospital until she finds David when her mom is asleep."

"That's so cute." Kurt said.

"Yeah. The kids like him a lot… and he's really good with them… Not so much adults sometimes." Marcy smiled before going to a phone in the room and requesting someone from X ray to come down.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Kurt asked.

"Not unless a trauma comes in again." Marcy sighed. "It's almost time for me to go home, though."

"Don't leave me." Kurt joked when Marcy got back on the bed with him.

"I'll try not to." She laughed. "I'll hang out until you're discharged."

"It's going to hurt after, won't it?"

"Yeah once all the anesthesia and medicine wears off, it will. David or I will prescribe you some pain medicine, though. Don't worry." She reassured him. "Although he can get you the better meds… APRN's don't get quite as much freedom when it comes to pain medications."

"Kurt, I'm putting a cash offer in on that house tomorrow."

Both Kurt and Bob looked at Blaine, shocked.

"The white one." Blaine added, as though they needed clarification.

"You were worried Bob would think you're a stalker." Kurt pointed out.

"Again. Kids, stalkers, what's the difference?" Bob laughed. "I don't think you're stalking me… and honestly, I would rather be close. You two need to get out of that house as soon as possible. Your dad knows he will be arrested if he's within 500 feet of you. He grabbed you after breaking into your house. Then to make it worse, he flees. He doesn't care anymore. He does not give a shit. He's desperate. Honestly, I've been getting more worried and this just tops it off. I feel like you'd be safer in the house down the street from me. Not only does it have an alarm system already, but it is also four houses down from mine. I am a lot closer than a police officer and I would love even a minute alone with him."

"I know, I know!" Blaine held up his hands defensively as a woman came in with a portable X Ray. "I just said I'm putting down an offer on it."

"Wait. You really are?" Kurt asked, face lighting up. "We're going to get that house?!"

"Yes." Blaine nodded. "You're right. We'll grow into it. It's a really good area."

"And you've got two super experienced baby makers four houses down." Bob added. "We've got your baby meltdowns covered."

"Blaine, you can't just say you're going to put cash down and not do it." Kurt said as the tech took shots of his hand.

"I'm not just saying it. Tomorrow morning, I am going to do it. I'm going to do it cash so we can get in quicker." Blaine said.

"You would when I won't be able to help." Kurt sighed a bit but then smiled brightly at the tech who had finished. "I really do love that house."

"Pfft." Marcy said. "You've got David, Wes, Adrian and Matt."

"Finn and Puck." Kurt added.

"Matthew would probably do circles around them all too." Bob laughed. "And I can help too… Sarah can keep you company, Kurt. I may even be able to get Charlie to help. Box it all up and label them, get movers for the furniture, and we can help you all get the boxes where they need to be."

"Let's do it, Kurt. I'll start packing up stuff tomorrow after we talk to the homeowner and I'll put down cash." Blaine said. "I'll buy alcohol and have David and Wes over to help pack. You just tell us where you want us to go."

"I mean, I feel bad that I can't help but if this goes through, I really don't want to wait to pack until my hand is healed… so I guess that sounds like a plan to me." Kurt shrugged as David walked in. He then looked down at his hand, cringing. "Okay, yeah… I can feel that now. Okay."

"Pain level now?" David asked, taking the new X-Rays from Marcy.

"Six."

"It's wearing off and it's still a six?" Marcy looked at Kurt, eyes wide.

"Don't judge me. I have a high tolerance for pain." Kurt sighed and then yawned.

"Okay. I know you don't want to be here another two hours for a cast so we're going to do a splint. I'm gonna tape your fingers and you're going to wear this thing. Only take it off to shower and Blaine can do the tape whenever it needs to be switched."

"Uhm…" Blaine's eyes widened. "I don't want to hurt him… or make it worse… or—"

"Scratch that." Marcy said. "David or I will do it. It's not worth the stress."

"What she said, I guess." David shrugged.

"Am I going to… be fine?"

"You'll may have some pain after the six weeks are up. If you do, you may need physical therapy." David said.

Kurt sighed. "And work?"

"Well… if you're lefthanded, you're good to go… but you can't use that right hand. If any of those bones slip out of place, you may end up needing surgery." Marcy said.

"Yeah… So use it as little as possible." David nodded.

Kurt scowled, looking at Blaine. "You know what this means, right?"

Blaine groaned loudly and said, "I really freaking hate my dad."

Marcy looked at David, confused. He made an obscene gesture and Marcy nodded and said, "Aaah. Yeah, that sucks… but at least you can see your toes, Kurt! Trust me. Nobody can get anywhere near my vagina and hasn't been able to for eight weeks."

"She's exaggerating." David gave her a look. "If you two want, get the dogs and sleep over at our place."

"I think we'll be fine," Kurt said at the same time that Blaine said, "Oh, thank God."

"We'll be fine." Kurt repeated.

"Do you want to break your other hand if he comes back?" Bob asked.

Kurt glared at him and then walked out of the room on his own.

"Yeah… he didn't sign the discharge papers…" Marcy said.

Blaine forged his signature. "We'll see you guys soon."

Marcy handed him her house key.

Bob followed them out. "Do you want me to follow you home in case?"

"We're fine." Blaine said, his hand on Kurt's lower back. "But I'll text you when we make it home."

"Okay. Just so you know, I'm way too old to be up this late so I will be late tomorrow." Bob yawned.

"Just so you know, I'm buying a house tomorrow so I won't be in at all." Blaine chirped.

"See who makes the rules here, Kurt? Doesn't look like it's me." Bob joked.

"Threaten to stop buying his lunch on Tuesdays." Kurt suggested.

"I'll make sure those warrants are out first thing when I make it in so don't worry about it." Bob waved and then walked off towards his own car.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, opening the passenger side door of his car for Kurt.

"Yeah." Kurt sighed. "Just annoyed. I hope I broke his face."

"On the bright side, we're getting the cute white house?"

"Yeah." Kurt forced a smile.

"Do you want me to get the pain medicine now or in the morning?"

"Can we get it now? It's starting to hurt more." Kurt admitted.

"Yeah." Blaine nodded and looked down.

"What?" Kurt, who had leaned back against the seat, sat up straight.

"Thank you." Blaine looked him in the eyes.

"You're welcome." Kurt smiled. "I'd do it again every day."

"Please don't." Blaine laughed.

"I guess I need to work on using my left hand if we're going to have proper sex in the next six weeks."

"Uh, yeah. You are."