Making the decision to adopt, as Kurt and Blaine learned, was by far the easiest part of the entire process. They had interviews and police checks and almost every other thing you could think of before they were even put on adoption lists. Kurt and Blaine knew it could take a long time before someone picks them, and as much as the men tried to not let it affect them, waiting over a year without a single phone call, was a huge strain, especially on a new marriage. One day in early April, Kurt was working from home because Maya was sick when he got a call from the adoption agency telling them the good news they had been waiting for. Her name was Marley Rose, she was due at the end of the month, she was a nineteen year old NYU student and the father was a boy she went to high school with, Ryder Lynn, who was her boyfriend's best friend. Three days later, Kurt and Blaine were told that she picked them and they should start to prepare for a new baby. For Kurt, this meant finding all of Alex's old things including his cot, pram and anything else that either he or Blaine had kept in storage. They told their families, as well as Alex and Maya about the new baby, that they seemed to be excited about.

Marley had been in contact with Kurt and Blaine about anything to do with the baby. She was overdue, and both men were waiting for the call to tell them their baby was born.

"I hate you!" Santana screamed as the next contraction hit.

"You're doing well." Blaine responded. They had been at this for just over thirteen hours.

"You're ready to push," The doctor said after the finishing the examination. "I need you to focus on your breathing and push only when I tell you too."

Santana nodded as the next contraction came. Blaine went to support her and she slapped him away. "You've done enough damage as it is Anderson!"

Blaine just stepped away and moved to the doctors end of the bed.

"You're doing so well Santana." Blaine commented when he saw the head coming.

Santana snapped her head towards him. "Shut up right now!"

Blaine silently watched his daughter's birth. And when Santana was being cleaned up, he held the small girl who looked up at him with Santana's facial expression. It was that moment he realised he was a dad and that he would do anything for that small girl.

"Wha-" Blaine was startled awake by his phone and fumbled to grab it. "Hello?"

It was Marley calling him to tell him the baby was born. He immediately called Kurt who arranged for Rachel to pick Maya up from Ballet and Alex from cross training. Kurt was driving to the hospital, and he and Blaine were dead silent.

Kurt sat in the hospital room with a blonde girl, Quinn, who one of his close friends. She had been in observation overnight after finding out that Alex was showing signs of stress.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" The blonde asked.

"I think he'll be fine." Kurt responded.

"He is fine," The doctor walked in reassuring them. "For safety, were going to have to perform a C-section."

Before either of them knew it, the blonde girl was being prepped for surgery and wheeled away while Kurt was told to wait outside the room. Twenty minutes later, a small boy was placed in his arms and Kurt never knew he could feel this way about another person. It was a shame that Quinn left Kurt and Alex a week after that.

They got to the hospital and were directed to the small boy who was placed in Blaine's arms. Kurt came behind the shorter man who was holding the small boy with a small amount of brown hair.

"Does he have a name?" Kurt asked.

"Does Cameron sound good?" Blaine asked. "Cameron Hummel-Anderson."

"We'll see what the kids come up with but that is a contender." Kurt laughed, remembering they promised the eight year olds they could help pick a name.

Rachel came with the eight year olds about an hour later, and the two kids got to hold the small boy. Maya was holding him when Kurt asked the name they chose.

"Harry," Alex responded as Kurt turned to Blaine. "Like Harry Potter."

"Blaine Hummel-Anderson," Kurt said as Blaine laughed. "You put them up to this!"

"That wasn't actually my idea," Blaine responded. "But how do we all feel about Cameron as his name?"

"I like it." Kurt was now holding the small boy.

"What about Harry?" Maya asked. "Cameron Harry Hummel-Anderson?"

"So while we have Alexander Elijah and Maya Isabella with two beautiful names, poor Cameron is going to be stuck with Harry?" Kurt asked.

"No one has ever called me Alexander Elijah dad," Alex laughed. "Not even you."

"And no one has ever called me Maya Isabella unless I am in big trouble." Maya looked at Kurt.

"How about Timothy?" Blaine asked. "Cameron Timothy Hummel-Anderson."

"I like it." Maya spun to Blaine as Alex nodded.

"I love it," Kurt looked down to the small boy. "I think he does too."

"Well it's decided then." Blaine went to find the nurse to give the small boy his name.

They spend one night without Cameron in the house. Neither men got much sleep, and were there early the next day to bring him home. They were officially fathers of three - Alex, Maya and Cameron.