Blaine was huffing away beside him, having to jog slightly faster to keep up with his taller friend. "I'm sorry, man. I've heard that pregnancy can be…um…interesting. If it makes you feel any better, Kurt's making me a little crazy too. He's doing that nesting thing. He's cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, made more clothes than a set of triplets could wear, and rearranged most of the furniture multiple times. I can't get up at night to pee anymore without running into things 'cause I can't remember where they are!"

Noah grunted in sympathy. "Well, at least you don't have a spouse that thinks she's fat. I never know what to say, 'cause no matter what I say it gets me in trouble. And the crazy thing is Rachel's gorgeous when she's pregnant. She glows, and she gets all round and adorable. But all she sees are her swollen ankles. Dude, if I weren't so happy about you and Kurt finally having a baby, I would totally have to beat you down for doing that to her."

Blaine snorted. "Yeah, well, if I weren't so happy that we were able to rent out your wife's uterus so we could have a baby, I would be really creeped out by that statement."

The two men fell into another comfortable silence as they jogged through the park, enjoying the warmth of the summer day and the company of a good friend.

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"He didn't want to give me chicken nuggets, Kurt. What kind of evil husband doesn't get chicken nuggets for his pregnant wife?" Rachel complained as she browsed through the maternity rack.

"Rachel, you've been a vegan for years…which has absolutely no bearing on the fact that that horrible man wouldn't bring you what you wanted," Kurt finished as he caught Rachel's death glare halfway through his sentence. "At least you have a valid excuse for what you're going through. Pregnancy and hormones and everything. Blaine keeps getting irritated with me for trying to prepare our house and make it beautiful for our new baby…he's accusing me of nesting. Me! Nesting! Here, try this one," he said as he handed her another top.

"It doesn't matter what I wear, I'm as big as a house and I look it. Noah keeps trying to convince me that I don't look horrible, but look!" she exclaimed as she pointed towards her feet. "What do you see?"

"Well…I see really tragic, ugly shoes. Really Rachel, we've been over this a million times. You can always find something fashionable to wear, even when you're pregnant and trying to stick with comfortable footwear."

"Not what I'm talking about! I have cankles, Kurt. Cankles," Rachel said dramatically. "I'm fat, and I have cankles, and my husband won't get me chicken nuggets. And your husband is the one that did this to me," she suddenly scowled at Kurt.

Kurt walked up to her, took her upper arms in his hands, and planted a big kiss on her forehead, then pulled her into his arms. "First of all, it's kind of weird for you to say things like that, especially in public. Second of all, you look beautiful, you're not fat, and you're carrying our baby for us. As far as I'm concerned, that makes you an angel in my book."

Rachel put her arms around Kurt's waist, and smiled up at him when the baby kicked at the pressure against her belly. "Thanks, Kurt. I'm glad we were able to do this today."

"Me too," he smiled down at her as he pulled away to rub her belly where the baby was making her presence known. "Now let's find some amazing clothes for you."

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Kurt and Rachel walked into the Puckerman's living room to find their respective husbands sprawled in front of a baseball game. The two men looked up as Kurt and Rachel walked around the couch, Blaine pulling Kurt into his lap as Noah stood up to help Rachel carry her bags to the bedroom.

"How was shopping, babe?" Blaine asked as he nuzzled into Kurt's neck.

"It was great. I convinced her to get some tops that actually look good. Now if I could just steal and burn all of her ugly shoes…you would think that with me as a friend she would have gained some fashion sense over the years, but she's almost as hopeless as she was in high school," He mused absently. "Anyway, how was your run?" Kurt asked as he looped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed his freshly showered curls.

"It was good. Noah and I had a good workout and a nice talk. He filled me in on the pregnancy stuff and I told him everything we've been doing to get ready for the baby." At Kurt's pointed throat clearing, Blaine quickly amended, "All that you've been doing to get ready for the baby."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time. Why don't we put our bedroom back the way it was? I'll try to keep my rearranging to the rest of the house from now on," Kurt smiled as Blaine squeezed him around the middle and gave him a loud, smacking kiss on the mouth.

"That sounds great."

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Noah followed Rachel into the bedroom and set the bags down near the closet. He felt his wife's arms wind around his middle, tummy pushing into his backside, and he turned around to hug her properly.

"How was your jog today?" Rachel asked as she snuggled into his chest.

"It was good. It's really nice out and it was good to catch up with Blaine. How was shopping? Did Kurt talk you into anything outrageous this time?" he asked, remembering the last time his wife went shopping with the fashionista.

"No, we actually found some clothes that look really good on me. They minimize the tummy, so I don't look quite as big as I am," she told him.

"I'm sure you'll look amazing. Are you ready for lunch?" Noah asked, hoping that she wasn't craving anything too wild today.

"Yeah, I picked up some vegan soy protein chicken nuggets on the way home. But you guys will have to find something else to eat…those are all mine," she grinned up at him.

Noah smiled back at his imp of a wife. "I'm sure we'll figure something out," he said, thinking about more than just lunch as he gave her a quick peck on the lips and led her back out to the living room. And what they couldn't figure out, they could handle for a few more months. Thank God pregnancy was only a temporary condition.