The thing with saying that you'll talk about babies in the future, when the time is right, is the fact that it doesn't happen. Well not for Kurt and Blaine. Rachel, who was 20 weeks pregnant to her second baby, was talking to 29 year old Kurt.

"Sophia is going to her first ever sleepover this weekend," Kurt started. "It's scary to think she is nine, right?"

"I'm the same with Chris and he is only two," Rachel laughed, patting her protruding belly. "Hopefully this little girl doesn't grow up too fast."

"I still can't believe you want to name her Fanny." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"It's a great name," Rachel defended herself. "Speaking of babies, are you and your man planning to extend past Sophia."

"I'd like to think so; we haven't really spoken about it." Kurt said quietly.

"There is going to be over ten years between Sophia and the next one, that's pretty huge." Rachel responded.

"I know," Kurt was drinking his coffee. "It's crazy to think about it that way."

That weekend, Sophia went off to the sleepover and Kurt and Blaine were home, completely alone.

"Do you still want more kids?" Kurt couldn't get what Rachel said out of his mind.

"The gap will be huge," Blaine responded. "Like me and Cooper. But one more would be great."

"I'm sick of waiting for the right time," Kurt air-quoted. "It just seems like there never will be one."

"I guess we should start trying," Blaine smiled; before he realised they were all alone. "Now if you want."

This was going on for four months. It was at the start of October that Kurt and Blaine had found out that he was six weeks along. Not wanting to get their hopes up, they were going to wait until 12 weeks to start getting excited. During this time, Rachel had given birth and actually named their daughter Fanny.

Sophia was finishing homework in the kitchen, not two weeks later, getting Kurt's help with some math problems while he was chopping vegetables. The nine year old looked up from her math book when her father grabbed onto a chair and then fainted.

"Dad," The girl raced to the man, scared to touch him. She picked up Kurt's phone, which was on the table and dialled the ambulance, now crying. "Hello. My – my dad he was helping me with my math work and he fainted."

The officer reassured her that her father would be okay and that they were on their way. The girl was a sobbing mess when she called Blaine.

"Sophia?" Blaine was shocked when it wasn't Kurt. "What's wrong?"

"Dad has fainted. The ambulance is on its way." The girl was sobbing.

"Do you want me to stay on with you until they come?" Blaine was relatively calm. He knew if he broke down, Sophia wouldn't cope.

"Y-yes." The girl choked.

Blaine kept the girl calm until she heard the ambulance and raced to open the door, hanging up on Blaine who said he'd meet them at the emergency room. Kurt woke up in the ambulance.

"Dad," The girl broke down again. "You're awake."

"Have you been taking any medication, sir?" The ambulance officer asked as Kurt shook his head, looking at the crying girl. "Any medical illness we need to know about."

"I'm eight weeks pregnant." Kurt said truthfully.

They got to the hospital, Sophia not wanting to let go of Kurt. Blaine almost had to pry her away so Kurt could be checked up.

"Dad is right in there," Blaine was squeezing his daughters shoulder, as he pulled the nine year old into him. "He isn't going anywhere."

"So I'm going to have a baby brother or sister?" The girl looked at Blaine, with Kurt's inquisitive facial expression.

"You are," Blaine kissed her on the forehead. "You were so good calling the ambulance Sophia."

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked when Kurt came out and sat on the chair next to Blaine.

"Twins," Kurt said quietly. "Two babies Blaine."