Chapter 27

When Blaine awoke next, he was in a small room, bare except for another empty bed on the opposite side of the room. He was not sure how long he had been asleep, but his memory came back to him at once. The labor, his fear during the birth, and then joy at seeing the perfect baby in his arms.

He felt their separation like a physical pain, and he reached for the button that would bring a nurse. When a young women entered the room, Blaine asked at once, "Where is he?"

She smiled at him. "Hes on his way, wont be long. I called down when I saw you were awake."

It was forever and yet no time at all before the door opened again and an older nurse entered the room, bringing with her a basinet. The nurse helped Blaine to sit up with some difficulty, and then they were passing him his sleeping son.

He was just as small as he remembered, his eyes shut tight against the bright light of the world. Blaine did not know whether the nurses stayed or left, his attention was placed fully on the tiny baby in his arms.

Blaine studied his face with the utmost care, taking in the nose that was obviously his, and pain coursing through him when he realized that when his son finally opened his eyes they would be as startlingly beautiful as Connors.

He had never felt so happy in all his life.

He would never regret his decision to keep his son, he had known that from the start, but looking down on this face that he was trying to memorize with all his might, he felt that this incredible love welling up inside him had been inevitable. There was never any path for him that didnt include this child in his arms, his heart bursting with pride and happiness at his utter perfection.

He still didnt look up when he heard the door open moments later. He could tell that it was Kurt standing in the doorway, could hear his quiet gasp in the silence of the room. He kept his eyes trained on his son, drinking him in, while Kurt moved towards the chair beside his bed.

He could feel Kurts gaze on him, and tilted his arms slightly so that Kurt could have a better view of the baby.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "Hes amazing."

Blaine finally raised his head to meet Kurts eyes, and felt his eyes fill with tears. "I know. So perfect." He felt the tears in his eyes spill over, and watched as Kurts eyes filled up too as he lowered his gaze to the sleeping baby again.

"Youre perfect," he said, looking at Blaine once more. "Im so proud of you. Look at what you did." Tears were falling down his cheeks now too, but he was smiling wide.

"Do you want to hold him?" Blaine asked, and at that moment he knew he would give up holding his baby for no one else.

Kurt looked nervous, but his voice was steady when he said, "Yes."

Blaine passed his son to Kurt, trying all the while not to jostle the sleeping baby or have to move too much himself.

When the baby was securely in Kurts arms, Kurt let out a great exhalation and fixed his eyes to the bundle.

"Hello, Oliver."

Blaines emotions, so wrecked and overpowering, could barely withstand the picture before him; the man he loved more than anything gazing down at his newborn son. It was everything he had always hoped for.

The calm of the moment was broken a second later, however, when the door opened once more, and his mother, father, and Cooper all entered the room.

His mothers cry was predictable. "Blainey!" She rushed over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, Darling?"

"Good, thanks, Mom. Tired, but happy."

"Of course." She now moved to peer over Kurts shoulder at the baby, and inhaled sharply, "Hes absolutely beautiful."

Blaine felt the warm pride fill him once more at her praise, and smiled up at his father when he put a hand onto his shoulder.

"Youve got some friends in the waiting room," he said. "They sent us through first, and the nurses say theyll bring them through to see you as soon as youre ready."

Blaine offered his father his thanks at the news, and then returned to watching the rest of his family coo over his son.

"Whats his name, Blaine?" Cooper asked, looking over with a large smile on his face.

"Oliver Hugh Anderson."

Blaine grimaced at the immediate onslaught of baby talk that followed his announcement.

"Aw, Ollie!"

"Little Baby Ollie!"

Kurt chuckled at the expression on Blaines face, and allowed Cooper to take the baby from him.

Blaine was thrilled that his family was so excited about his son, but Blaine was waiting for the moment that they would return to their hotel so that he could bask in the joy of his child alone with Kurt. In the meantime, he allowed himself to feel the happiness coursing through him, and sharing brief knowing glances with his boyfriend as his family celebrated newborn Oliver.