Blaine stared out the window at the billowing, red gowns floating past the car, a million seniors walking their parents inside and chatting about after-parties and plans for the future. He wanted to be like them, but he didnt have an idea about his future. Sighing, he scratched his nape and set his hand on the wheel, spinning the car into an open space. Burt pulled in beside of him and Carole was the first one out, scrambling toward Blaines car and fanning her weepy face. Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled when Finn noticed his moms sobbing and slumped in his seat. Burt got out next and walked around the car, pulling open the trunk. He lifted a few red outfits and muttered something to Cooper, then handed the stack to him.

Finally popping his door, Blaine set his feet down and stood. Kurt scrambled from his seat and pranced to Blaines side, hugging him tightly. He was so excited that his entire body was trembling. Blaine thought it was cute. "Finny!" Carole beckoned Finn from his hiding spot in Blaines car, and Finn grumbled and got out, then smashed himself against the door. "Burt, which outfit is Finns? Finn, put it on! I want pictures to remember your graduation!"

Blaine started to laugh at him, but Burt curled his index finger at him. "Come on, Blaine. Youre not getting out of this. I know graduation outfits suck, but just... humor us."

Kurt squeaked and wiggled excitedly as he took his outfit, but Blaine growled and rolled his eyes. Shimmying into it as if the pile of cheap, baggy fabric was something to be proud of, Kurt popped his hips from side to side. "I dont look puffy, do I? Ill put on my bedazzled belt!"

"Kurt!" Carole squealed louder than Blaine thought humanly possible. "You look adorable! Finn, go stand next to your brother! Pictures!"

Laughing and hopping, Kurt posed as soon as a reluctant Finn wrapped his arm around him. Burt cocked a brow at the show, then shook his head and turned away. He immediately looked concerned, and Blaine followed his gaze to where Cooper was helping Alicia from the car. Alicia put her foot down and winced, biting her bottom lip. Burt crossed his arms, "Hon, are you alright?"

"Mm..." Alicia grabbed her swollen stomach and managed a nod, "yes. Im just so cramped." She fanned her pale face, leaning on Coop for support. "Im sorry."

"Dont apologize." Coop took her into his arms. "Carole, Alicia is feeling woozy. Can we head inside?"

Carole barely noticed hed spoken, so intent on snapping pictures of Kurt and Finn. "Of course, sweetheart." She pointed at the three graduating, "Ill get more pictures inside, you count on that. Blaine, put your gown on before I smack you upside the head!"

Blaine glared at her, but she didnt seem bothered. He yanked his gown on without much affair.

As their group found a spot in the families going inside, Blaine moved up front to be with Kurt, who was skipping ahead of them. Kurt hummed to himself, squealing when he heard a tiny cheep from his purse. He unzipped the top and let his birds climb onto his hand. Blaine listened to him chatter to them, then distracted himself when their group got to the doors leading to the stage. "Ill take Kurt backstage."

Finn immediately pulled away from his mom, who was licking the tips of her fingers and fixing his hair. "Ill go with them. Well see you guys in a little bit."

Caroles eyes blurred with tears, "My baby boy is already graduating! Finn, Ill admit that I never thought this day would come. Im so proud of you."

Finn grumbled something that no one could hear. Blaine snorted again, and Finn slugged his arm. Burt pushed them away so he could hug his son, "I love you, kiddo. You go get your freaking diploma and then were celebrating."

Kurt giggled, then let Burt past him to clap Blaine on the shoulder. "Youre just like a son to me and Im as proud of you as any dad would be."

Blaine smiled, "Thanks, Burt." He glanced at his brother, who pulled him into a tight hug.

"I love you, Blainey." Coop squeezed Blaine while Alicia stopped holding onto him and wrapped her arms around Kurt. She twitched again and made a muffled noise, so Coop quickly gathered her up and put his hand on her stomach.

Leaving their family, Blaine grabbed the back of Kurts gown and tugged him against his chest. He led him down the hallway, stopping when they ran into a line of kids. Finn stood on his toes and squinted over the tops of heads. "I see a bunch of people with last names that start with a up there. Blaine, you should go."

Blaine blew out heavily and turned to Kurt, clutching him in his arms, "Youll stand with Finn. Our names arent that far apart. We wont be separated for long."

"Mm hm." Kurt closed his eyes when Blaine kissed his forehead.

"Finn, you have to stay near the stage after your name is called." Blaine told Finn, still holding Kurt. "Watch out for him. I dont know how close to the stage Ill be." Kissing Kurt on the mouth, Blaine cupped his small face. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." Kurt chirped, his wide, blue eyes gazing into Blaines golden eyes. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

Kurt smiled and stroked his stubbly jaw. "Courage," was all he said, then he whirled around and took Finns hand. The two of them walked away.

Blaine was about to go to the front of the line, but a hand on his arm stopped him. Glimpsing over his shoulder, he raised his brows at Santana. Brittany stood behind her, her eyes closed and her hand gripping her bulging stomach. "Santana... he says it hurts..."

Blaines eyes widened to the size of saucers. Santana shrugged, "She thinks she has telepathic communication with the baby. I think its just the medication the doctor gave her." She glanced past him, "Where is Kurt at?"

"Hes with Finn." Blaine muttered, keeping his eyes on Brittany, who was swaying and shaking uncontrollably. "Santana, is she alright? She looks sick."

"This is the best shes felt in a while." Santana bit out. "Can we not talk about how sickly Brittany looks?"

Blaine put his guard up, "What do you want?"

Santana raised a brow and pulled him from the main group of people, dropping her voice to a whisper, "I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

She looked over both shoulders, then back at him, "I got a call last night... Karofskys been arrested."

He stopped breathing, "What?"

"They found him a mile from your house." She ran a hand through her hair, "Hes been watching you for a while now... waiting for you to leave Kurt alone." Seeing the stunned expression on his face, she shook her head. "That doesnt matter now. Hell be in prison for about a year and a half... It would be longer because of the..." she glanced around for onlookers again, "murder... but Karofskys past records got messed up and they cant prove that he murdered that boy until they get an on-scene witness... or you could give them the tape."

"Im not giving them that." Blaine took a step away from her, "And Im not putting Kurt through that."

"I didnt want you to." She started raising her voice, "I know how sensitive Kurt is... He doesnt need to deal with the questioning. A year and a half is long enough for me to get Brittany and the baby away from him. Besides, he might lose interest and I wont have to deal with him anymore."

"And Kurts going back to France for a year." Blaine physically relaxed, his shoulders dropping and hands coming to his hips. "Hell be safe there if Karofsky is in prison."

Santanas face fell, "That means you wont have a reason to go with him."

"Santana-" Blaines jaw dropped, but before he could tell her she was wrong, the loudspeaker interrupted him.

"Welcome to this years McKinley High graduation. This year has been one of the most interesting. I am very happy with the seniors, who really started to come together." Figgins paused and cleared his throat, "Now a speech from our valedictorian."

Blaine tuned out again and glanced at Santana, but she was gone. "Dammit," he growled and prowled up to the front of the line, standing behind some boy hed never seen before and in front of a girl who used to flirt with him. He couldnt remember her name.

The speech lasted almost ten minutes and a couple of the kids around him were falling asleep, but the others were whacking each other and whispering. Blaine was busy searching for Kurt, Finn, Santana, or Brittany. Finally, kids started being called up on stage, and one by one the crowd was disappearing. A burst of applause every time someone grabbed a diploma disrupted Blaines concentration, but the biggest interruption and shock for him was when his name was blurted over the speaker.

He didnt know why it shocked him, but something went cold inside of him as the kids looked at him, then looked away, bored again. There were cheers from inside the auditorium, and someone who sounded like Cooper shouted his name and whistled. Stuck to the floor, Blaine stared at the stage door.

He cleared his throat and took a small step forward, grabbing the railing as he put his foot on the first step. "Blaine!" Someone chirped from behind him, and he whipped around to face Kurt, who had popped out of the line. Kurt bounced and waved at him, "Courage. Its okay."

Swallowing, Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt and continued up the steps. Why did the stage suddenly seem so high up? He stepped onto the stage and hesitantly approached Figgins, who held out a piece of paper for him. Figgins smiled and shook Blaines numb hand, then set the paper in the middle of his palm. "Congratulations, Mr. Anderson."

Breathing harder than he should have, Blaine gazed at the audience below. A few of them clapped halfheartedly, but a group of people near the middle hopped from their seats and screamed at him. "Love you, Blainey!" Cooper shouted, ignoring the glares and eye rolls he got.

Heat burst into Blaines cheeks and he weakly smiled at his family. "I love you, too."

He strode off the stage and was greeted by Burt, who had left his seat and was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He pulled Blaine against his chest and pulled his cap off, scrubbing his hair, "Thats my boy."

Blaine laughed and wiped his teary eyes, waiting with Burt until Finns name was announced. Finn hustled onto the stage and flushed when his mom screamed incoherently. Burt thudded his hands together, "Way to go, Finn!"

Finn jumped off the stage and almost leapt onto Blaine, shaking him. "We did it, bro!"

"Guys, shut up!" Burt slapped both of them on their backs. "Kurts about to be called."

Figgins muttered Kurts name into the microphone, and Burt all but exploded. Kurt pounced onto the stage and threw his arms apart, happily dancing across the floor. He took his diploma and showed it off to them, grinning from ear to ear. "Thats right, honey!" Burt shouted above the screeching coming from their other family members. "Im so proud of you!"

Kurt posed again and let Carole snap a few pictures, then he pranced to the edge of the stage. "Blaine!"

Blaine rushed to Kurt and swept him into his arms, "I love you." Kissing a giggling Kurt, Blaine carried him to where the rest of their family was gathering.

"Oh, sweetheart!" Carole flung her arms around Finns neck. "You were wonderful! You didnt smile for a picture but Im still very pleased. At least you graduated."

"Thanks, Mom." Finn grumbled, wincing when she pinched his cheek.

Blaine tried to bite his snort that time.

"Alright, lets head out to Kurts favorite restaurant and celebrate." Burt rubbed his hands together. "I am hungry. Anyone else?"

Kurt rubbed his stomach, "I had a big breakfast but Im always hungry for cheesecake! But we have to stay for a few minutes so I can invite Brittany and Santana to join us."

"Of course, honey." Carole squeezed his hand. "I guess itll take us a few minutes to find Cooper and Alicia in this chaos, anyway. Where did those two go?"

Burt rubbed her back, "I have no idea. Blaine, have you seen your brother? He was just with us."

"There he is," Finn nodded toward a man hurtling out of a group of people, frantically shoving past them.

"Blaine!" Cooper yelled when he got up to them. "We have to leave now!"

"Why?" Blaine remained calm, stuffing one of his hands in his pockets and taking Kurts hand with the other.

"Alicias water broke." Cooper desperately yanked at his brother. "The babys coming."

Behind Blaine, Kurt gasped.

Santana held onto Brittany and listened to the final applause of the graduation. Clutching both of their diplomas in her hand, Santana scanned her surroundings for Blaines dark head. None of the Andersons, Hummels, or Hudsons could be found, so she assumed they all left.

Crossing her arms, Santana hushed Brittany when she started to babble about nonsense the baby was telling her. "Lets get out of here, Britt." She muttered, wrapping a hand around Brittanys waist and pushing through the lines of kids.

"Hes hurt, Santana." Brittany mumbled, blindly following her. "He says he can feel the drugs on his skin, but he cant escape it. Hes trapped in a place thats hurting him... hes hidden from people who can help him. He doesnt like it. He wants to die."

"Brittany, stop." Santana paid little attention to her. "Those are your thoughts, not his. Stop thinking that way. I cant lose you. Thats why I havent left you yet."

"Hes going to die, Santana." Brittany stopped walking. "And hes going to kill me, too."

And then she collapsed.

Blaine and Cooper half carried a squealing Alicia into the hospital, the rest of their family right at their heels. Kurt stayed by Blaines arm, scurrying to keep up with his ground-eating strides. "My fiancée!" Cooper shouted at no one in particular. "Shes in labor!"

One of the secretaries behind the desk stood and rushed over to them, "Okay, lets get her into a wheelchair. How far apart are the contractions?"

Alicia shook her head, "I-I... dont know. I feel cramped."

Another person brought them a wheelchair and Blaine lowered Alicia into it. Cooper gave her a tight hug, "Itll be okay, honey. Youre doing great."

Alicia shrieked again and clutched her stomach. Coops skin paled as white as snow and he swayed. He quickly turned to the secretary, "Is she okay? Will my baby be alright?"

"Both of them are just fine." The secretary assured him. "Shes nothing but normal... We see cases like this every day." She looked at the man who had given them the wheelchair. "Take her on up and get her checked out."

Burt pulled Kurt back when he went to follow them, but Alicia waved her hands, "Wait... I want Kurt with me!"

Kurt rushed to Blaines side and took his hand, following them to an elevator. The rise to the fifth floor seemed to take hours, Cooper frantically asking Alicia questions about how she was doing, and Blaine nervously crossing and uncrossing his arms.

When the doors parted, they rolled Alicia into a bright room. Blaine and Cooper lifted her onto the flat bed and propped her head up with a pillow. Alicia shuddered and wrapped her arms around her stomach, "Dont let anything happen to him." She begged Cooper, "Promise me."

Cooper nodded, whipping around when a doctor came in. "Shes in labor."

The doctor stared at Blaine and Kurt, "Are you two here for support?"

Alicia grabbed Kurts hand, "Kurt is."

"Blaine is my brother." Cooper explained, "Hell be taking the baby."

Pointing at one of the chairs, the doctor looked at Kurt, "Why dont you sit up there?" Kurt scooted into the chair by Alicias head, letting her squeeze his hand. Cooper took the chair on her other side, and Blaine glued himself to the wall.

The doctor squatted by Alicias feet, adjusting her clothing, and he grunted, "Youre very dilated. Well monitor your contractions for a while. The baby should be here within the next hour or two." He stood again and reached over Alicia to shake Coopers hand. "Congratulations."

Cooper managed a weak smile, "Thank you."

"I have to go get my supplies ready." The doctor nodded at a button on the wall, "Press that if you need anything."

He walked out of the room and for a moment no one spoke. Cooper finally moved when Alicia gasped again, and he put an arm under his fiancées head. "Youre alright."

Alicia laid her head back on the pillow and turned to face Kurt, "I want you to take good care of him." She whispered, "You and Blaine will be wonderful with him."

Kurt pursed his lips and glanced at Blaine, who was staring at him. "I know we will." He agreed softly.

Alicia smiled and patted Kurts hand, "Would you like to sing to him, Kurt? You have a beautiful voice... Itd probably soothe the baby. And me." She snickered at that last.

Kurt opened his mouth and made a gorgeous sound, then another. He hummed from deep in his throat, his voice high and soft. It got the attention of Cooper, who gazed at Kurt in amazement. Closing his eyes, Blaine sank into the lovely music, bell-like sounds chiming off of Kurts talented tongue.

Alicia gasped and put her hand on her stomach, "Kurt, he likes your voice. Hes kicking."

Kurt giggled, setting his hand on Alicias stomach when she motioned for him. "Hi, little baby. Im Kurt."

Suddenly, there was a vibration under his palm, and Alicia groaned. Coopers eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Sweetheart, what is it? Are you hurt?"

Alicia shook her head, "I dont know... I felt something move. It wasnt a kick." Twitching, she inhaled sharply and sat up. "Cooper! I think hes trying to crown!"

"Shit." was the only thing Cooper said, and he slapped the button on the wall. "Blaine! Come help me!"

Blaine peeled off the wall, looking around as if he was lost. Cooper threw himself by Alicias legs, "I dont know what to do! Blaine, please!"

"She needs to push." Blaine said, dropping to the floor beside of his brother. "Go get a towel." He put his hands on Alicias knees and spread them, "I think I see his hair. Alicia, you need to push harder."

Alicia squealed and convulsed. Cooper returned with a towel and gave it to Blaine, "What color is his hair? Blond or black?"

Blaine ignored the question, keeping his eyes on what he thought might have been a baby. Alicia pushed again and more of the soft baby slid out of her, and Blaines eyes widened at the sight of a little curl. "His hair is curly and black." He whispered, running his fingers through one of the curls and wiping away a smear of blood.

The top of the babys head appeared after Alicia pushed a few more times, and Blaine carefully put his hands under it. Soft curls wrapped around his fingers, a heavy, thick amount of the beautiful, charcoal locks. Cooper stood and went to his fiancée, urging her to push harder, just a few more times.

Blaine didnt hear any of it, his entire focus on the baby in his hands. His head popped out of Alicia and Blaine heard the tiniest, softest mewls. Gently wiping his face with the towel, Blaine so tenderly helped the baby get loose from his mom. The umbilical cord still tied him to her, but he grabbed a nearby clamp that the doctor had on a tray, and he cut the cord.

He turned the baby over and clutched him to his chest, wrapping him in the towel Coop had given him. The baby was pink and white with pudgy arms and legs. His feet and hands were dimpled and so tiny that Blaine was trying to convince himself he wasnt holding a little doll.

He had a very round face, his cheeks full and rosy. A pair of thin but very red lips were a startling shock of color in his pale face. He didnt have much of a nose, a small button in the middle of his face splattered with tiny, almost invisible, freckles. Dark brows highlighted his eyes, the lids covered in fans of dark, thick lashes.

With a tiny mewl, he squirmed and batted his lashes. Round, blue eyes stared up at Blaine, the color of an ocean in the middle of the night. They were beautiful. The little baby batted his fists at Blaine, curling and uncurling his fingers. Blaine reached down to smooth his curly hair, then he set his hand on the babys warm chest. He bent to give the baby a moist kiss to his forehead, and one to his nose.

The baby hiccupped, and Blaine touched his thumb to his bottom lip. Suckling the tip of Blaines finger, the little baby mewled when he realized there wasnt any milk. Getting to his feet, Blaine carried the baby to where the doctor had set a bottle of formula. He put the bottle near the babys lips, holding it for him as he drank thirstily.

Blaine was aware of someone approaching him from behind, and he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Kurt. He handed the baby to Kurt, then gave him the bottle. "Hi, sweetheart." Kurt cooed, holding the baby close to his face. Feeding the baby, Kurt started humming again.

Wrapping his arms around a swaying Kurt from behind, Blaine rested his chin on his shoulder and stared at the tiny baby in Kurts arms. "Archer." was all he said.

Kurt laughed, and at the melodic noise the baby wiggled. "Archer Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel. Hes so beautiful, Blaine. He looks just like you."

Blaine swallowed and reached over Kurts shoulder to run his fingers through his curls again. He was obsessed with those curls. "Kurt... I have two perfect, beautiful people in my life now. I love you both... so much."

Smiling, Kurt turned his head to give Blaine a kiss, then went back to admiring the baby. Blaine never wanted to let go.

Santana stepped on the gas and tried to keep a slumping Brittany upright. Speeding down the road, Santana flicked her eyes to Brittanys ashen face. Brittany came to for a brief second, then went under again. "Brittany," she snapped her fingers. "Brittany, dont close your eyes."

"It hurts so bad..." mumbled Brittany. "I feel sick." Her face turned green and she held a hand to her mouth, so Santana quickly pulled her car to the side of the road.

"Dont throw up in here!" She demanded, swinging her door open and running around the front of the car. She pulled Brittanys door open and Brittany fell to the ground, vomiting heavily at Santanas feet. Blood and mucus painted the greenish vomit with browns and reds.

She bent to pick Brittany up and put her back in the car, but was stopped by a murmur behind her. "Anything I can do?"

She glanced over her shoulder and glared at a girl who looked like a prostitute. Covered by the bare minimal and smeared with heavy makeup, the girl put a hand on her hip. "Whats wrong with her?"

"None of your business." Santana snapped, aware of other whores coming out of a nearby alleyway. "Just back off."

"Looks like shes losing her babe." The whore assumed, "Did the placenta detach?" When Santana didnt reply, the whore carried on. "You wont make it to the hospital. The babe will die before then. You need to get it out now."

"Leave me alone!" Santana desperately gathered Brittany in her arms and stuffed her into the car.

"Its okay," a male prostitute touched her arm. "We can get it out for you. Most of the time were asked to do abortions, but if you want it to live-"

"Brittany is not giving birth in an alleyway!" Santana shrieked and pushed him away.

The whores started to lose interest. "Whatever you say." The first one she came across shrugged, "But it wont live if you dont get it out soon."

Santana stopped struggling and thought about what they were saying. They might have been just whores, but she was sure they had plenty of experience with back alley abortions. Brittany had suffered for eight months with this baby inside of her, so she obviously wanted to keep him. Was Santana really that selfish or highhanded to pass down an offer like this when she knew they were right, that waiting the extra twenty minutes to get to the hospital would kill him?

She gave up with a sigh, "What are you going to do?"

Another whore came close to her, "We need to cut her stomach open. Well get the baby out. You can take her to the hospital and get her stitched up later."

One of the whores reached for Brittany and dragged her away, so Santana quickly scrambled after her. They took Brittany to a darkened alley way where the odor of garbage, sweat, and sex burned her nose and eyes. It was musty and she could hear rats crawling between garbage bins.

The girl laid Brittany down and ripped the front of her red gown. She muttered something to one of the male prostitutes, then grabbed a knife from him. The tip of it was rusted, but that was one of Santanas littlest concerns with Brittanys wavering health.

In a swift move, the girl slit Brittanys stomach. The skin tore and blood swelled under the surface, a few drops leaking from her. The girl pulled open the two flaps and Santana almost vomited herself. Turning her head, Santana winced at the sounds of organs being fished through and sucking noises.

"I see him," the whore murmured, and then there was a noise like paper ripping. "Hes not breathing... I think hes still alive. His heartbeat is weak."

Santana looked at what the whore was talking about, and to her surprise a little baby was in her hands. She was holding him like a rag doll, his head dangling over her thumb and his legs lightly kicking. The baby was smothered in blood, but Santana thought his skin was a light caramel color. Tufts of dark brown hair stuck up from his head. His mouth was wide and a pale tan color, just above a harshly pointed chin. His nose was very straight and long, in between two high cheekbones. Caramel eyebrows wrapped around his narrow eyes, shaded by a canopy of golden lashes.

He was all sharp angles and pointy elbows and knees, nothing about him childlike. And he had so much of Karofsky in him.

Suddenly, a gasp slipped from his mouth and he struggled to find a better position to rest. The whore set him on the ground so he could squirm and convulse, his chest rising and falling quickly. He breathed in sharply, as if he couldnt get enough air.

His eyes opened, revealing the same light brown from Karofskys eyes. He writhed to find someone to look at, someone who could help him, and he spotted Santana. Anxiously gazing up at her, the baby screeched when she turned away, unable to look at him and see so much of Karofsky. She heard him crying, but she ignored him.

She glanced back down at Brittany, fighting with herself on leaving him there or picking him up, despite the fact that everything about him screamed Karofsky. Then she figured that being his son was punishment enough.

Acknowledging the sobbing, wriggling baby again, she muttered, "You are Karofskys son, Hunter."

The baby screamed again. If he thought this was suffering, hed be in for quite a scare if he ever met his dad. She picked him up, "Ill try to protect you, but youll probably end up dead, anyway."

Hunter wouldnt stop shrieking, almost as if it was a pain to be alive.

Blaine carried Archer inside his darkened home, clutching the sleepy baby to his chest. Kurt held his hand and bounced along beside of him. "Sweetheart, Im going to make Archer a bath. Can you find his pajamas?"

Carole walked past them and patted her son on the shoulder, "Finn, youll have to be quiet if you get up or play your video games. Ill call Alicia to see how shes holding up at the hospital." She turned to Archer and cupped his small face, "Goodnight, little one!"

Archer cooed and kicked his tiny feet. Burt rubbed Blaines back, "Well see you in the morning. Let us know if you need anything."

Blaine and Kurt smiled at their family and the two of them walked upstairs, Kurt vanishing into their bedroom while Blaine headed into the bathroom. He ran a cool bath and prepared the baby-proof soaps, holding Archer tightly so he didnt slip out of his grip. After hed readied the bath, he pulled the blanket from Archers skin and laid him in the tub. He held his head up with one hand and soaped him with the other, washing his birth residue from his pink skin.

Archer kicked when Blaine touched a ticklish spot, his eyes on the rippling water. Blaine smiled at his baby, lifting him when he finished rinsing his soft skin. He held Archer against his chest, raising his brows when someone patted his shoulder.

Kurt gave him the pajamas and knelt beside of him, his hands resting on Blaines thigh. He watched with wide eyes as Blaine zipped Archer into an outfit that resembled a little bear, fuzzy brown cotton and little bear pads on the feet. Blaine flipped the hood up and grinned as a pair of bear ears popped up off of Archers head.

"Blaine, hes so sweet." Kurt cooed, stroking Archers left foot.

Blaine stood and walked with Kurt back into their bedroom. Pushing down on the rails of Archers crib, Blaine laid him on the soft cushion and lowered beside of the crib. He kept his hands on Archer and put his chin on the cushion. "I cant keep myself from him..." he whispered, clinging to the baby. "I never want to let him go."

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaines cheek, "I have something for him." He scurried away and knelt beside of their bed, shimmying underneath.

Blaine laughed at his amusing fiancé, "Honey, what are you doing?"

Kurt, with much effort, pulled his chest out from under the bed. He popped the lid open and said something to his little birds when they ran up to him to see what he was getting into. Pushing some stuff aside, Kurt found what he was looking for and picked up a teddy bear with a white splotch on its nose. "This was my teddy bear when I was a baby." Kurt brushed the dust off of it and carried it to Blaine. "My mom made him for me. I named him Keegan for my best friend..." his small smile quivered, "the boy who was dating Everett."

Blaine was silent about that, and he took the teddy bear from Kurt. "Thats so sweet of you. Thank you." He laid the teddy bear by Archer, who turned his head to look at it. His round eyes sparkled and he batted his fists, gurgling excitedly.

"Love him as much as I did, Archer. Hes good for snuggling if youre having a bad day." Kurt giggled, cuddling into Blaines side. "Blaine?"

"Mm hm?" Blaine turned his head and kissed Kurts hair.

"I think were both going to love him." Kurt whispered, wrapping his arms around Blaine and laying his head on his chest. "Hes perfect for us."

Blaine stroked a dark curl off of Archers face. "I love you." He choked, pulling Kurt tight to his chest. "I love you both."

Archer kicked his feet, grabbing his little teddy bear and tugging him closer.