Thanksgiving had come, and the entire Hummel-Hudson family, plus Rachel’s fathers had been seated around the table at Finn and Rachel’s place. Kurt was now 36 weeks and the doctors were confident this baby was coming any day now. They had been in for false labour once, and the baby was getting ready to be born. While they were enjoying their meal, they wall went around the table and said what they were thankful for.

“I’m thankful for Finn, Natalie, Broadway and my entire family sitting in this room.” Rachel said proudly, putting her arm around the small girl who just said she was thankful for chocolate and everyone realised that she really was related to Finn.

“I’m thankful for Rachel, Natalie, Food and Family.” Finn said without question, eating his dinner.

“Blaine?” Rachel asked the shorter man.

“I’m thankful for,” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand. “Kurt, our unborn child, and you guys, all of you. I am not even related to anyone on this table, but you care about me just as much. And I know that you Burt and Carole, will be great grandparents to this baby and Finn and Rachel will be the best aunt and uncle ever.”

“You bet.” Rachel laughed.

“You know your family, Blaine.” Burt and Carole said at the same time.

“I’m thankful for,” Kurt was next, and trying to concentrate on anything but the blinding pain in his stomach. “Bla-blaine.”

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked quickly.

“Fine,” Kurt tried to shake it off. “The baby just wants to tell us what they are thankful for I think. Where was I? Blaine, baby and the best family a guy could ask for. Ah.”

Kurt was holding onto his stomach, and Blaine was trying to talk him through it. What they taught them in that birthing class the boys went to a couple of weeks before. Blaine had moved Kurt onto the couch, and was sitting there with him.

“I think this is the real thing.” Kurt grumbled.

“They are still really spaced out honey,” Blaine said sympathetically. “Until they come much closer or your water breaks we have to stay here.”

Kurt managed to finish the rest of his dinner and the contractions started getting a lot closer. By about eight, after dessert, Kurt was in too much pain to handle, and Blaine noticed they were 5 minutes apart and getting closer.

“The baby bag.” Kurt mumbled.

“Okay,” Rachel said quickly. “I’ll drive Kurt and you go home and get the bag.”

Rachel helped settle the taller man into his room after being confirmed that Kurt was three centimetres. Blaine arrived about ten minutes later, and Rachel got up.

“I’ll leave you two,” She smiled. “Good luck and call when he or she is born.”

“Thanks Rachel,” Kurt threw his head on the pillow, looking at Blaine. “Ready to be a dad?”

“Not really,” Blaine answered truthfully. “How about you?”

“Terrified.” Kurt confessed.

Kurt and Blaine both managed to get some sleep until about three in the morning when the contractions started getting much more painful. Blaine had smartly found his glasses at home before coming so he wouldn’t have the first time he saw his child, a blurry mess.

“Blaine,” Kurt tapped him. “I want to pee, can you help me up.”

“Hold on.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and helped him off the bed in one swift move. At that moment, Kurt went pale and a gush of waters soaked him and the gown.  

“My water just broke.” Kurt said nervously, as Blaine helped him to the bathroom while he was still leaking some of the waters.

The doctor came in and said that Kurt was now five centimetres and if he wanted the epidural, it was now or never.

“I think were okay.” Kurt gritted through another, much more painful contraction.

“Okay.” The doctor said, as they walked out of the room.

Five hours later, Kurt was whining through pain and Blaine was feeling more guilty than ever. He was still five centimetres and the doctor said it wasn’t moving fast enough and the baby was starting to show signs of stress, so Kurt was put on a Pitocin drip to speed things up. An hour and a half later, just after nine thirty that morning, he had dilated five more centimetres and was ready to push.

“Ten centimetres,” The doctor confirmed. “You ready boys?”

“Yes.” Kurt whimpered as Blaine nodded.

“You push only when I tell you too, Kurt.” The doctor said very clearly.

“Okay.” Kurt responded.

Two rounds later, and no one was getting anywhere. If Blaine was feeling guilty before, he was wrong.

“I can’t do this.” Kurt threw his head on the pillow, now crying.

“Kurt Hummel-Anderson,” Blaine grabbed his hand. “You can do anything in this world. In a few minutes, we will hold a baby in our arms and I will be more proud of you than I ever have. Remember baby, Courage.”

Kurt nodded and pushed again, this time the baby’s head was crowing.

“It burns.” Kurt cried as the doctor told him it was normal and would go away in couple of minutes.

Kurt started pushing again, and silently grabbed Blaine’s hand, trying not to break his focus. In two pushes the head was out, and two more after that, a loud scream filled the room.

“I am so proud of you.” Blaine kissed the exhausted taller man.

“Would you like to cut your sons umbilical cord?” The doctor asked.

“Son?” Blaine asked going to the nurse, as tears filled Kurt’s eyes. “We have a boy? Kurt it’s definitely a boy!”

Blaine cut the cord and went back over to Kurt. Both men didn’t even have to look at the small boy to know he was perfect.

“Here,” The nurse placed him in Kurt’s arms. “Be careful of the head.”

Kurt just nodded and tears began falling from his eyes. The small boy looked up to him and stopped crying immediately.

“Hey Aiden,” Kurt whispered and nodded. “That is definitely your name isn’t it? And you look just like your papa, don’t you?”

The small boy had a small amount of dark brown hair which obviously looked like it was going to start curling soon and he had Blaine’s mouth and facial expression.

“He has your eyes though, Kurt.” Blaine smiled at the boy’s eyes which were a non-descript colour now but looked like they were going to go blue.

After Kurt was cleaned up, Blaine took a quick photo of the small boy, and sent it to everyone in is phonebook, as well as Facebook. Kurt’s phone almost immediately started ringing and Rachel began talking.

“Congratulations on the mini Blaine,” Rachel laughed and Kurt quietly giggled. “How are you boys?”

“Good,” Kurt yawned. “I am so tired right now, though.”

“That’s generally how it works,” Carole said from the background. Rachel must have put the phone on speaker. “He is very striking though, for a new born. We’ll come in tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Kurt said as they ended the conversation and a nurse came in.

“You ready for the best shower of your life?” The woman asked, as Kurt nodded and Blaine just laughed.

Blaine helped the taller man into the shower, and then into his pyjamas afterwards. Kurt basically fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow and Blaine thought that was his cue to leave. He grabbed his phone and smiled at the two most important men in his life now – Kurt and Aiden.