Kurt was now heading into his final trimester, and the doctors had warned him of the biggest and most concerning complication right now – pre-mature labour. The baby was now sitting much lower than the doctors would have liked, which only made them further worry. This meant that Kurt and Blaine would have to start preparing from now. Kurt had finished the nursery, and now they had one task left – choosing a name.  Kurt was out with Rachel, looking for an outfit for baby to wear home from the hospital.

“We have been trying to find a name all week?” Kurt grumbled. “It has been hopeless. Three baby books Rachel. Three, and not one name.”

“Why not a broadway character?” Rachel asked. “Like your name.”

“No,” Kurt responded. “I don’t think so. It’s so difficult.”

“We had the same problem with Natalie.” Rachel offered.

Blaine had come home from work that day to see Kurt with all three baby books.

“I hate this,” Kurt grumbled, shutting the third baby book. “Our child will never have a name.”

“Okay,” Blaine sat down next to Kurt. “Why don’t I take a look and we’ll try and find a name.”

“There are none.” Kurt whined.

“How about Jacob,” Blaine offered, flipping through the book. “For a boy.”

“I guess it’s okay,” Kurt mumbled. “But it reminds me of that weirdo who tried to hit on Rachel in high school.”

“Okay,” Blaine nodded. “I’ll put it on the maybe list. How about Addison, if it’s a girl?”

“I don’t know,” Kurt said. “I guess maybe.”

“Okay,” Blaine wrote it down. “Adrian?”

“No.” Kurt shook his head.

“Chloe?” Blaine offered.

“Reminds me of the Kardashians.” Kurt dismissed the name.

“India?” Blaine said flipping through. “I don’t mind that one.”

“It can go on maybe,” Kurt suggested, picking up another book. “How about Sophie?”

“Sophie,” Blaine smiled. “I like it.”

“Me too,” Kurt pondered, writing it down. “Laila?”

“Pretty.” Blaine nodded.

“Audrey?” Blaine said before retracting it. “It kind of sounds like an 80 year old.”

“I agree,” Kurt commented. “I like Sophie and Laila though.”

“How about Elizabeth,” Blaine shut the book as Kurt froze. “For a middle name of course.”

“Sophie Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson,” Kurt smiled, as Blaine nodded. “We have a name if it’s a girl.”

“And if it’s a boy?” Blaine asked.

“Were still screwed,” Kurt huffed, opening to book again. “Jasper?”

“I didn’t know we were naming our kids after twilight characters.” Blaine shook his head.

“Fine then,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Timothy.”

“I don’t mind that.” Blaine smiled.

“Max?” Kurt offered as Blaine shook his head.

“Aiden?” Kurt asked.

“Maybe,” Blaine nodded. “Ethan?”

“I don’t mind that,” Kurt agreed. “But I also like Timothy and Aiden.”

“Okay,” Blaine pondered. “Aiden Timothy Hummel-Anderson.”

“I like that,” Kurt smiled, closing the book. “We have names now.”