“Why am I so nervous?” Kurt whispered to the shorter man in waiting room for their first ultrasound.

“We are about to see our child for the first time.” Blaine smiled.

“Hummel-Anderson,” The doctor called and led them into her office, offering them a seat and shutting the door. “How are we today?”

“Were good.” Kurt and Blaine said in unison.

“Any more morning sickness?” She asked.

“The tablets really helped.” Kurt responded, folding his right leg over his left leg.

“That’s good,” The doctor said taking some notes. “I’m going to start by weighing you, Kurt.”

“Now is when I want to go home.” Kurt mumbled to Blaine.

Kurt stood on the scale as the doctor took some numbers down before getting out a tape measure and measuring around Kurt’s stomach.

“I’d say you are about 12 weeks,” The doctor said smiling at Kurt before telling him to lie on the bed and lift his shirt up. “Ready to see your baby?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be.” Kurt turned his head and smiled at Blaine before a loud heartbeat filled the room.

“Wow,” Blaine jumped up and grabbed Kurt’s hand. “I can’t believe it.”

“This thing the size of a peanut is your baby,” The doctor pointed to the small shape as Kurt felt tears in his eyes. “Everything looks healthy, and by looks of things, you are 12 weeks and 2 days which brings the due date to December 19.”

“A Christmas baby.” Kurt whispered to Blaine.

“I’ll leave you two a minute.” The doctor said as she went to collect a couple of photos for Kurt and Blaine to take home.

“He looks like you.” Blaine was holding Kurt’s hand still looking at the screen.

“He?” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Why?”

“There are like no girls in my family,” Blaine laughed. “It’s genetic.”

“Says the one who isn’t carrying around our daughter.” Kurt laughed.

“Well whatever it is, I don’t care as long as it is healthy.” Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek.

“I agree,” Kurt responded. “Now I can get started on the nursery.”

“It’s June, the baby isn’t due until December.” Blaine helped the taller man off the bed.

“I have a whole room to organise and paint.” Kurt said wiping off the gel.

That night Kurt and Blaine had gone over to Rachel and Finn’s house for Natalie’s third birthday. The small girl, who looked like a shorter version of Rachel, came over to the men and almost bulldozed Kurt into a hug.

“Uncle Kurt!” The girl beamed as Kurt lifted her up.

“Hi Natalie.” Blaine looked at the three year old who just laughed at him.

“I love you too Uncle Blaine.” She said hugging him.

They walked into the dining room where Rachel was sitting with Finn, Burt and Carole who had come down to see their boys and to be there for Natalie’s birthday.

“How’s everything going?” Carole asked the two men.

“Good, we had our ultrasound today.” Kurt responded, finding the picture in his wallet.

“It looks like you, Kurt.” Carole and Rachel both commented.

“I said that before.” Blaine responded, sitting down.

“You also said it was going to be a boy.” Kurt deadpanned Blaine.

“Can’t mess with genetics Kurt.” Blaine beamed.

“Can’t mess with your hormonal husband either Blaine,” Kurt responded sitting next to Rachel. “You know we have a couch.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” Blaine joked.

“Don’t test me then.” Kurt laughed.

“Sleeping on the couch is not fun dude.” Finn grimaced remembering the time he tried to cross a pregnant, hormonal Rachel.

“Are you going to find out the gender at your next appointment?” Rachel asked.

“Yes.” Kurt quickly said as Blaine said No.

“You don’t want to know the gender?” Kurt asked. “How will we know what colour to paint the baby’s room and names? You know I hate yellow Blaine.”

“Whatever you want,” Blaine smiled at his husband. “You’re the one doing all the carrying right now.”

“Thank you babe.” Kurt responded helping Rachel with the salad.