“Jesus, I’m coming, hang on!” The doorbell rang again, and the hammering continued. Kurt wasn’t in the mood to be harassed. He ran his fingers through his hair, giving up all hope of being on time. The last couple of months had been a mess. Their hopes had been raised and destroyed as inseminations hadn’t worked, and they were both starting to lose faith, but Becca insisted they keep trying. Kurt was mainly managing to stay positive, but that morning he woke up alone. Blaine was at an early rehearsal, as he knew he would be, but it still threw him off. The house was too quiet, and he overslept and fumbled with the coffee machine, knowing he looked less than fabulous today, and he hated it. And now someone was making it their mission to deafen him. He practically stomped to the door, still rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up, and before he even got it open properly he was attacked by something heavy. Someone. “Holy shit, what the- Becca?”

“Hi Kurt! Guess what I’ve got in my hand!”

“What?”

“Guess!”

“Um, I’m guessing it’s not a sense of propriety. It’s eight in the fucking morning.”

“No, dummy! Guess properly!” Kurt felt something digging into his head and tried to pry her away from him. “Kurt, if you can see it, it’s cheating! You suck at this game!”

“Can you give me a clue?”

“I’ll give you two. It’s really, really good, and I just peed on it.” Kurt jumped away from her.

“Ew! Are you rubbing pee into my hair? Did you just effectively pee in my hair? Becca that’s disgus-” Becca slapped him over the head.

“Kurt! Think for a second. Why would I pee on a stick? And why would it be a good thing?” He stopped rubbing his head. He stopped everything. He stood, staring, mouth hanging open.

“No. No way. Let me see!” She showed him the test, and he stared at the word ‘Pregnant’, speechless.

“I know they said not to do a test until Thursday, but I just had a good feeling about it, and I thought it couldn’t hurt, and-” Kurt picked her up and spun her around as they both screamed.

“I have to call Blaine! Did you call him? No, he would’ve called me, I just, oh God, Becca,” he finally let her go and held her hands, “a baby, Becca. We’re having a baby. I can’t even tell you, this is just-”

“I know, I’m bringing hope and joy into your lives just like always, now hurry up and call him. And put him on speakerphone, I need to hear this. I just hope the baby doesn’t have ears yet; whatever noise he makes shouldn’t be the first thing it hears its dad say.” Kurt had to stop for a second. Dad. They were going to be dads. There was a tiny little blob that was going to call them ‘Dad’ and stop crying when they held it and ask them questions about life, as if they were real grown ups. They were going to be someone’s family. “Kurt? Are you OK?” Becca was squishing his face. He looked at her and smiled.

“More than OK.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialled, still staring at the test as Rebecca clung to his arm excitedly. They were both staring at the phone, shaking slightly in anticipation.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, crap… Hey, Kurt, listen I can’t really-”

“BLAINE! WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”

“What? I thought we-”

“Blaine, Becca’s right here holding a urine-soaked stick that says pregnant on it. Pregnant. We’re pregnant!” Kurt and Becca both flinched away from the phone as a barrage of shouting and screaming poured down the line.

“No way! Shut up!”

“Blaine, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry, I mean I’m not really, it’s just, I, my husband and I, Kurt and I, we’re, we’re having a baby, and I would ask for five minutes but I’m actually just going to take it anyway, because I won’t be much use right now if I stay,” they heard footsteps and a door opening, “so yeah, I’m just gonna go, I’ll be right back.” The door swung closed. “Holy crap, are you serious?”

“Kurt, he can’t see you nodding. It’s a phone. Blaine, he says yes. Just call me Santa Maria.” Kurt looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “You know, immaculate conception and everything. No? Really? Ugh, I’m going; you guys obviously need a minute. Blaine, congratulations. Kurt, learn how phones work. Talk.” She slapped his ass, grabbed a vase from a cupboard and dropped the test into it, putting it on display in the middle of the table. It was an unconventional centrepiece, but Kurt left it. She reached up to peck him on the cheek. “Love you, boys.” She smiled and flounced out.

“Blaine. I. Wow. We’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby.”

“A baby.”

“God. I kind of wish you hadn’t told me.”

“What?”

“Well, now I have to stay here all day knowing I should be with you. I have to know this all day and I can’t do anything about it. Fuck.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to celebrate. You should get back. I love you, OK?”

“Love you too.” Those words came as naturally now as they always had. It was weird how everything felt so different but exactly the same. They both stayed on the line for a second. Becca was wrong. Kurt and Blaine could smile at each other through the phone.

*

Kurt was ready to be jumped on this time. He’d been daydreaming the whole time he was at work, and even though he arrived late, he left early, and everyone seemed to understand. All the girls were squealing and hugging him all day, and the guys kept giving him meaningful pats on the back and squeezing his shoulder. He knew he shouldn’t have told them. People usually waited three months, right? But he needed an excuse as to why he was so late, and God, he just really wanted to. He practically ran home, thankful that it wasn’t a show night, and the second his keys touched the door Blaine opened it and pounced. They stood in the street, holding each other as the emotions that had been building up all day were finally released. They were both crying. They hadn’t realised just how badly they both wanted this until now. Kurt sniffed and whispered into Blaine’s shoulder,

“We should go inside.”

“I know.”

“We’re not going to, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“I don’t care.”

“Me neither.”

“Blaine.”

“Kurt.”

“We’re having a baby.” Blaine couldn’t answer. He squeezed Kurt, lifting him up, and looked at the sky before closing his eyes. They both took deep breaths, as if they could breathe in so much of this moment that it would never end.