Kurt, who was now 36 weeks, was at the breakfast table with Blaine and Sophia. They had told the girl a couple days before that she could pick a name for one of the boys as they realised two names was too hard.

"I know the name I want," Sophia said as Kurt and Blaine looked at her. "Dalton. You guys always say that it was where you met and it means so much to you, and I have a special birthday because it's the day you and daddy became in love and one of the boys should have a special name."

"I couldn't agree more," Kurt was relieved her name choice wasn't overall that bad. "Dalton it is. I was actually thinking we could name the other one Alex."

"After Alexander McQueen!" Sophia beamed as Kurt smiled at her.

"Dalton and Alex," Blaine nodded. "Great names. I was actually thinking that it should be Dalton Michael Hummel-Anderson. My family had that tradition where one of the boys gets the grandfathers name as a middle name. And there is a slim to none chance Cooper will settle down let alone have kids."

"Dalton Michael Hummel-Anderson." Kurt repeated as Sophia nodded.

"But I also like the name Lucas." Blaine responded.

"Alexander Lucas Hummel-Anderson?" Sophia offered as both men nodded.

Kurt dropped Sophia off at school soon after and came back to Blaine who was on a call to his manager. Kurt had been feeling really bad Braxton hicks for the last few hours and hadn't said anything to Blaine, not wanting to worry him, but they were getting a lot worse to the point where Kurt was timing them on the drive home from Sophia's school.

"I think I might be in labour," Kurt said fifteen minutes later when Blaine got off the phone. "I thought I was having Braxton hicks but they are starting to feel like contractions."

"How far apart are they?" Blaine asked.

"About five minutes." Kurt responded as Blaine found the hospital bag and they headed to the hospital where Kurt was told he was four centimetres and settled into a room.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked between contractions almost five hours later.

"A quarter to three." Blaine responded.

"Who's going to pick up Sophia from school?" Kurt asked as Blaine's eyes widened and he dialled Rachel. "Hey Rach."

"Hi," Rachel answered from the other end. "What's up?"

"Can either you or Finn pick Sophia up from school," Blaine asked. "Kurt has been in labour for the last five hours-"

"I'm on it," Rachel stopped him mid-sentence. "Call when you have the boys."

Half an hour later Kurt's waters were broken and that was the moment that everything hit the fan. Kurt had started haemorrhaging ten minutes later and one of the babies heart beats had dropped dangerously low. Kurt was prepped to have the babies out, and Blaine had been given a surgical outfit to throw on top of his clothes. The shorter man was holding onto Kurt's hand as the surgeon began the procedure. The surgeon began cutting into Kurt's abdomen and a couple of minutes later a loud scream filled the room.

"One of our boys," Blaine told Kurt as he squeezed his hand. "He is covered in blood but he looks handsome and very tiny."

The nurses were cleaning and checking the boy when the next baby, who was relatively smaller than the first one, was being removed. This time it was eerily quiet.

"That's our other one." Blaine said to Kurt.

"I can't hear crying," Kurt many have been out of it, but he had the most scared look on his face. "Blaine, is he okay."

Blaine was just looking at the small boy who was fighting for his life and he hadn't been alive a minute yet. That's what a soft cry brought tears to both Blaine and Kurt's eyes. Kurt was cleaned up and sewed back together. They got back to the room and Kurt moved the bed so he was sitting up, wincing in pain.

"That bad." Blaine asked.

"I have no idea why celebrities would elect to have this done." Kurt responded.

"Okay," A nurse came in wheeling both the boys. "You have an hour with them before they go into NICU for the night."

The nurse took the larger, and two minutes older, of the two boys out and put him of Kurt's chest, Blaine unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons and sitting on the chair, being handed the smaller boy.

"Do they have names?" She asked.

"Alex," Kurt looked at the boy he was holding. "This one is Alexander Lucas Hummel-Anderson."

The woman wrote the name down and looked at Blaine who smiled at the small boy.

"Dalton," He said as the nurse wrote it down. "Dalton Michael Hummel-Anderson."

"If you need anything, press the buzzer." The nurse smiled as the boys just nodded.

"Hi Alex," Kurt whispered as the boy looked up at him. "I'm you daddy. Your Papa and little brother Dalton are over there."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the small boy who was yawning in his arms. They looked exactly the same to Kurt and Blaine, except for their size and looking closer at Dalton, you could see he didn't have the big eyes that Alex, as well as Sophia and Kurt had. His eyes were more almond shaped liked Blaine's. The nurse took the boys and Kurt decided that he would try to sleep, Blaine heading off to collect Sophia from the Hudson's.

"Papa!" Sophia hugged the man. "I though the boys weren't meant to be born until next week?"

"Well they were born today," Blaine smiled at Rachel who had already told the girl the news. Blaine pulled out his phone and showed Sophia. "The big ones name is Alex and the little one is Dalton."

"They're gorgeous," Rachel peered over. "The little one looks like you Blaine. Are they okay?"

"Kurt is very sore after the caesarean, and the boys are getting there," Blaine nodded. "They will probably spend a few nights in NICU. I'm not sure."

Kurt spent four days in the hospital, with the twins allowed in his room during the day and limiting visitors down to Sophia, Blaine's parents, Burt and Carole because they were immediate family and the doctors didn't want to risk infection. Alex and Dalton were in the hospital for the next week and a half, Kurt and Blaine visiting them every day.