Kurt and Blaine were enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon. There was a football game on the TV for Blaine, and a laptop open on the coffee table for Kurt. They were cuddled up on the couch under a throw blanket, Blaine snuggled into the V of Kurt's legs with his head on his husband's chest and Kurt's arms around him, just enjoying each other.

It was mid-October; the leaves were at their most beautiful in shades of golden yellow, fiery red, and burnt orange, the temperatures were finally comfortable again after the miserable heat and humidity of the summer, and there were Halloween decorations in almost every yard in their family friendly neighborhood. They had both just looked up at the cheering on the TV (the other team had scored, again) when Blaine's cell phone rang.

Kurt was only half paying attention to Blaine's hello as he reached over slightly to tap the touchpad on his laptop and bring up his latest design when Blaine sat up ramrod straight and yelled into the phone.

"Are you serious? How long? We'll be right there!" Blaine was quickly becoming slightly hysterical.

Kurt just sat calmly and observed his excitable husband with amusement as Blaine practically threw the phone on the coffee table and then almost faceplanted on the floor as he attempted to detangle himself from both Kurt's legs and the throw blanket.

"Kurt, come on, we've gotta go to the hospital. Rachel's in labor. Our little girl's on the way, let's go!" Blaine was bouncing in place and dangerously close to hyperventilating.

"Blaine, this is the third time Rachel's called and said she was in labor. I suppose we should have expected several false alarms from the queen of drama, but this is getting tiresome," Kurt rolled his eyes. It really was a little ridiculous.

"No no. Noah knew how close you were to inflicting bodily harm after the last time. I still can't believe how you lost your temper with his pregnant wife, who's carrying our daughter, I might add. This time her water broke and she's been at the hospital for the last six hours! They're going to have her start pushing as soon as the doctor gets there!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled him up from the couch.

"But, we were supposed to be there. We went to the Lamaze classes, we know how to breathe! We were supposed to help!" Now Kurt was getting a little hysterical.

Kurt's hysteria seemed to ground Blaine. "Okay, wait. We need to stop and breathe. Noah and Rachel have already had two kids. They both know what they're doing. We need to calm down, and get there in one piece," Blaine said soothingly. "Besides, we're only about five minutes away from the hospital."

Kurt took a deep breath. "You're right. You grab the keys and I'll get the bag of baby stuff from the nursery," Kurt said.

Blaine started to turn towards the kitchen when Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist.

"Blaine, we're about to have a baby," Kurt whispered. "We're going to bring our little baby girl home soon."

"I know sweetheart." Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt softly on the lips. "I can't wait to meet her. I can't wait to see her in your arms."

Kurt gave him one last kiss and then turned him and slapped him on the butt. "Okay, now go get those keys."

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Kurt and Blaine paused in front of the door, blue gowns, booties, and caps on. Kurt took a deep breath and held his hand out to Blaine.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked.

Blaine nodded and pushed open the door…just in time to hear Rachel start to scream an incredibly inventive string of obscenities. Noah was standing next to her, his hand clamped in hers and an eyebrow raised in amusement and a little bit of pride at the profanities coming out of his wife's mouth.

Noah looked up in relief. "It's about time! Blaine, you're the one that did this to her, get your ass over here and let her crush your fingers. Kurt, you take the other side. I've already done this twice."

Everyone in the delivery room knew the circumstances of this birth, so these statements didn't cause anyone to bat an eye.

"Ok Rachel, you're doing a great job. Now rest while you can, cause in a few minutes you're going to have to push again." The doctor had delivered both of Rachel and Noah's children and knew everyone involved well.

"I can't believe I agreed to this! All this pain and I don't even get to leave the hospital with her! You two are such jerks!" Rachel yelled at the two men, who looked at each other over her head with wide, uncertain eyes. What had they done?

"C'mon Rachel. Think about those two hellions at home. Do you really want to go through that all over again? Besides, remember how nice it is to visit and cuddle and spoil someone else's kid…then hand her back over when it's time for the parents to do the dirty work?" Noah coaxed from the end of the bed. Noah knew that everything was being said in the heat of the moment; Rachel could hardly wait to give her two best friends the same joy that she and Noah had. She was also honored to do for Kurt and Blaine what Shelby had done for her own dads so many years ago, and her dads were one hundred percent supportive of her and Noah's decision.

"Okay Rachel, push!"

The next several minutes were a blur to the dads; all they could remember later was yelling and grunting, sweat and crushed fingers. And the joy that burst in their hearts when they heard that first cry.

Kurt tore his eyes away from the squirming, crying, (and really quite messy, he thought, ew) bundle of pink to see the expression on Blaine's face. And fell in love all over again as he watched his husband fall in love with their daughter. Kurt felt the tears rolling down his own face as he watched Blaine crying.

The doctor held up the wrapped bundle and asked "Who gets her first?"

Everybody froze until Noah grabbed Kurt's arm and hauled him around the foot of the bed over by Blaine, then Kurt spoke up first.

"Give her to Blaine."

Blaine's smile was reward enough for the small sacrifice, bright enough to light up the room with his barely contained joy. Kurt moved behind Blaine and hooked his chin on Blaine's shoulder, gently wrapping his arms around his husband's waist under the baby.

They both looked down at their little miracle. She was all pink and cream, with chubby cheeks, arms, and legs. Her eyes were the same blue as every other newborn baby's, but Kurt just knew they would eventually change to a beautiful honey hazel color. The most surprising thing (or maybe not, considering her father) was the abundance of dark curls all over her little head. They were still wet (and Kurt did notwant to think too long and hard about that) but he could already tell that this little angel was going to have a head full of gorgeous, dark brown curls, just like her daddy.

Kurt turned his head enough to almost touch Blaine's earlobe with his lips, and softly inquired, "So what's her name, sweetie?"

"Mollie," was the soft response. "Mollie Claire Hummel-Anderson."

Kurt's eyes started welling up again. "I thought we were going with a neutral name," he sniffed.

"Nope, Mollie it is. You know your mom's looking down and celebrating with all of us," Blaine replied. "And now our daughter will always carry a part of her grandmother with her."

Kurt buried his face in Blaine's neck to stifle a sob. By the time he had partially composed himself, Blaine was turning to hand over Mollie. As Kurt gathered the little bundle to him, he was amazed to experience such a swell of love; he didn't know he had the capacity for that much love. Mollie stretched a little as he and Blaine watched, then let out a pitiful little mewl.

"Hey guys, I know you want to bond with her and everything, but she's gonna start making her displeasure known here in a few minutes if she doesn't get something in her tummy. Are you sure you still want me to nurse?" Rachel asked. "I'm thrilled to do it, but it's going to make things a little more complicated."

"Only for the first few weeks, Rach. If you don't mind the extra effort, we certainly don't. We can switch to formula after that," Blaine told her.

Kurt walked over to the bed and gently handed over the precious bundle. He leaned over and put his hand on the back of Rachel's neck, turning her towards him. He very gently kissed her on the mouth, then leaned his forehead against hers. "I can't even begin to thank you for this, Rachel. You've given us the world, and we won't ever forget it."

"Hey now - hands off my wife, Hummel. You've got your own man." Noah's words didn't match the soft look on his face as he watched two men he had come to love and respect finally complete their little family. He had known from the beginning that he would support his wife in whatever she decided, but he had really hoped that she would decide to have their baby for them. They had so much love to give and Noah just knew they would be amazing parents.

Kurt walked back over to Blaine and took his hand as Rachel pulled down her gown and shifted Mollie into a comfortable position. They both watched as Mollie whimpered softly, rooting around until she latched on.

"There you go, sweetheart," Rachel murmured, and looked up at Kurt and Blaine with shining eyes. "Isn't it amazing? She's just gorgeous."

Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine's jaw, then squeezed his hand. Blaine looked up at him and smiled softly. They knew theirs wouldn't be a conventional family; it couldn't be and they really didn't want that anyway. They wanted Rachel and Noah and their kids to be a part of Mollie's life. They also knew that as far as society had come, it hadn't come far enough, and there would be times that things would be really tough for all of them. But the four adults and their children had created their own family, with lots of love to go around; Mollie would certainly never want for love. And wasn't that the most important thing of all?