Blaine’s parents had invited them (well Blaine anyway), as well as Cooper, his wife and two sons to a dinner at their house for Independence Day. Kurt, now 16 weeks, was staring to not only feel the weight of a pregnancy, but the exhaustion that came with it. He was still able to get away with most of his clothing, but his protruding baby belly was starting to become noticeable.

“I do not have a good feeling about this,” Blaine said nervously as they pulled up at the huge Anderson house. “You don’t need the extra stress and-”

“Look at me,” Kurt directed Blaine’s head towards his. “I am perfectly fine honey.”

“Blainers!” Cooper pulled the shorter man into a hug, followed by Kurt. “How’s the – you know?”

“Okay.” Kurt responded. Cooper had found out when Blaine posted the ultrasound photo on his Facebook page and he seemed much more supportive of it than Blaine thought initially.

They were led into the dining room, where Blaine’s mother greeted them both and his father, displeased that Kurt was there, still shook his hand.

“Hi.” Both of Cooper’s sons said in unison, still focussing on their video games.

“Hey boys.” Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing him and Cooper were exactly the same when guests came over.

Everyone was seated to their meal, and most of it was silently pleasant. Until Jack Anderson asked Blaine how New York was.

“It’s okay,” Blaine answered shortly before looking towards his husband. “Actually we kind of have some news. We’re having a baby.”

“A baby?” Julia Anderson looked at two boys. “As in adoption or surrogacy?”

“Not exactly,” Blaine responded. “Kurt is pregnant.”

“So he has the body parts to match that ridiculous voice?” Jack sniggered, and Blaine caught a brief moment of laughter escape from Cooper.

“Excuse me,” Kurt said quietly. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Kurt left the dining room, and Blaine saw him holding back tears. Normally Kurt wouldn’t bat an eye at a comment like that, but his baby hormones meant he was crying, a lot.

“You are a horrible person,” Blaine spat. “That is my husband that you continuously poke fun at. No, he is my husband who is carrying our child, dad.”

“Kurt is actually a good person dad,” Cooper said quietly. “You should give him a chance.”

“Kurt is having our baby,” Blaine continued. “In a perfect world, we would love for you to have a chance to know your grandchild, but you know what, if you can’t accept him, then it’s your own too bad luck dad. Now, I am going to check on my husband to see if he okay.”

Blaine stormed out of the room, and knocked on the bathroom door to hear quiet sobbing.

“Kurt,” Blaine said quietly. “It’s just me, Blaine.”

The door opened and Blaine sat down on the floor next a sobbing Kurt, rubbing his back and just letting Kurt cry on his shoulder.

“B-blaine,” Kurt sobbed, crying heavily. “Is it true? Am I ridiculous?”

“No, my dad is just a jerk.” Blaine said quietly, trying to slow down Kurt’s heavy breathing.

Kurt’s breathing got more rapid and Blaine was starting to worry. He didn’t know if this would be good for the baby.

“I feel dizzy and lightheaded.” Kurt said.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance, Kurt?” Blaine commented as Kurt collapsed into his arms.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Blaine recognised the voice as his mums.

“Can you call an ambulance?” Blaine asked nervously, as his mum raced off to the kitchen.

Blaine went to the hospital with Kurt, and Cooper said he would drive their car back to the Hummel-Hudson’s and tell Burt and Carole where Kurt was. By the time Burt and Carole got there, Kurt was awake and slightly embarrassed.

“This isn’t your fault,” Blaine repeated, rubbing Kurt’s hand. “We know what my dad is like, and I should have just made you stay at your parents.”

“What is that bastard do?” Burt walked into the room, angry. “I am going to go over there right now.”

“Don’t dad.” Kurt’s eyes widened.

“I told him that if he can’t accept this that it’s too bad for him.” Blaine said as Burt just nodded.

“Mr Hummel-Anderson,” The nurse walked into the room. “We just want to do a quick ultrasound if that is okay.”

“Fine.” Kurt said as Blaine helped him off the bed, and told Burt and Carole to wait for them there.

“You feel better Mr Hummel-Anderson?” The nurse asked, setting up the machine.

“Much, thank you,” Kurt smiled. “And call me Kurt.”

“Okay Kurt,” The woman said as he squirted the gel on his stomach and waved the wand around. “Everything seems to be healthy. Would you like to know the gender?”

“You can tell us?” Blaine looked at Kurt.

“I want to wait,” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand. “As long as he or she is healthy, I am over the moon.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” Blaine looked at Kurt.

“Yes,” Kurt nodded. “We are going to adore this baby either way.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead. “But the nursery?”

“I picked out a nice yellow Blaine,” Kurt smiled. “I found it a couple of days ago.”

Blaine didn’t say anything until they were walking back to the room where Burt and Carole were waiting. Both me were kind of happy waiting until the birth to find out the gender. It was much more of a surprise that way.