Blaine awoke to little mewls coming from somewhere out of his line of sight. Lifting his head from the pillow, Blaine scrubbed his face and rolled over. He spotted a little crib and watched, through the rails, a tiny baby squirm. Smiling as the memory of yesterday came back to him, Blaine whispered, "My baby." He slid his legs off the bed and was careful not to ruffle Kurt. He leaned down to kiss his soft cheek, hearing Kurts sigh as he did, before walking across the room.

He leaned over the edge of the crib and stared at the baby. Archer kicked his tiny feet and batted his fists at Blaine, squeaking and mumbling. Hugging his teddy bear to himself, Archer whimpered and reached for Blaine, his dimpled fingers curling and uncurling. Blaine scooped him up. "Shh..." He kissed his babys ear as he peeped, "Im here... Ive got you. How was your first night?"

Archer curled into Blaines chest, and Blaine gently bounced him to soothe him. From the bed, there was a light giggle, "Let me see him, Blaine. I want to hold him."

Blaine glanced at Kurt, who held his arms out, and he carried Archer over to him. Setting the baby in the cradle of his arms, Blaine climbed onto the bed and gave Kurt a kiss. Kurt pushed Archers hood off his curly head, "Blaine, look at him." Kissing the babys cheek, Kurt ran his fingers through his bouncy hair, "Hes so beau. He has your curls."

Blaine combed Archers hair with his fingers, tugging the tangles out. The locks fell from a widows peak in the middle of his forehead and hugged his cheeks, dangling almost to his chin. "He has beautiful hair." Blaine commented idly. "Hes a perfect baby, Kurt. And hes all ours."

Kurt celebrated by kissing Blaine again. Busying himself with unzipping Archers pajamas, Blaine stretched his legs and stood again. Archer squeaked and batted at Blaine, so Kurt tugged him closer, "Hell be right back, sweetheart."

Yanking open their drawer of baby clothes, Blaine picked a simple, white dress with a crown on the front of it. When he turned around, he raised a brow at Kurts concerned face. "Honey, whats wrong?"

Kurt rested his cheek on his fist, "Are you sure Cooper wont mind?"

"About the dress?" Blaine held it up as if to be clear. "Kurt, sweetheart... of course he wouldnt. Hes one of the most open minded people I know. Besides, I think its healthy to put Archer in dresses. We dont know if hell be a transvestite... transgender... even transsexual. We need to let him know that its okay... whatever he chooses."

Kurt smiled, lifting Archer upright as Blaine tugged the dress over his head. "Its nice."

"Whats nice?" Blaine took his baby back and cuddled him.

Sitting up, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines neck, "Seeing you so open minded. You are a wonderful man, Blaine Anderson." Kurt kissed him again and wriggled off the bed, going to Blaine and resting against him.

Blaine grinned at him, "I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt eyes sparkled affectionately. "I love you, too." Glimpsing at the baby, Kurt cooed and kissed both of his pudgy cheeks, "Is your belly rumbling? Ill make you a bottle of formula. Itll be so yummy."

Giving the baby back to Kurt, Blaine wrapped his arm around his waist and walked downstairs. When they reached the living room, they were greeted by the rest of their family. Burt grunted at them from his recliner, "Morning."

Carole tilted her head, "How did the baby sleep?"

"He was wonderful, thank you." Kurt chirped, patting Archers back.

"Hey, Kurt..." Finn stood from the couch and set his pop can on the coffee table, "can I hold him for a while?"

Kurt smiled and let Finn gather him up, "He likes his teddy bear... you could play with him with that."

Finn returned to the couch with the baby, plopping onto one of the cushions. He grabbed Archers little bear and waved his paw at him, "Look, Archer! Your bear says hello."

Archer gurgled, batting his dimpled fists.

Blaine touched Kurts waist and nodded at the kitchen, so Kurt tore his attention from the baby and went with his fiancé. Stopping by the kitchen table, Blaine leaned against it and crossed his arms, "Does your family like him?" He whispered unsurely, keeping his eyes on the people in the living room, especially Finn.

Kurt laughed and went to the sink, preparing a warm bottle for Archer. "Blaine, this is your family, too. And everybody loves Archer. This is the most Ive seen my dad smile in a long time. You have nothing to worry about."

Blaine uncrossed his arms and sighed, "Im too good at worrying. Im sorry, sweetheart... its just... my parents never liked children, and I-"

Turning around after he got the formula heating, Kurt pressed himself against Blaine, "I love the baby..." he whispered, kissing Blaines forehead, "and you. My family does, too. Look at Finn. Hes trying so hard to make him smile!"

Blaine arched his brows at the sight of Finn pressing the bears face to Archers and claiming that he was giving him kisses. "He does know that Archer wont start smiling for a month or two, doesnt he?"

Kurt grinned and kissed Blaines cheek, "Dont take the fun out of it for him."

Returning to the stove, Kurt poured the thick liquid into a bottle and twisted the cap on, "Finn!" He called into the living room. "Archers breakfast is ready!"

They both heard shuffling feet and more mumbling, then Finn appeared and held Archer out. Kurt happily took the baby and held the bottle up for him, "Mm... doesnt it smell delicious, Archer? Youre hungry, arent you?"

Archer suckled the formula, his round, solemn eyes on Kurts smiling face. Kurt carried Archer to the kitchen window and he pushed on it until it opened. He leaned almost all the way out, so Blaine grabbed his hips to keep him from falling out. "Its such a pretty day, Archer. Its very warm."

Kicking his feet, Archer glanced outside. Kurt looked at Blaine, "Blaine, can we take him outside? I know, we could have a picnic! Oh, wouldnt it be sweet, giving him his first picnic? I think hed like it." Kurt giggled, bouncing on his toes, "Archer, well have so much fun! Im going to find a soft blanket to wrap him in. Blaine, can you make lunch, please?" Before Blaine had a chance to respond, Kurt squealed and pranced out of the room.

Finn stared after Kurt as if he was in shock, "How does someone so tiny have that much energy?" Then he glared at Blaine, "And how do you, of all people, keep up with him?"

Blaine smirked, but he didnt say a word. He opened the cabinet and pulled a loaf of bread out, starting on Kurts favorite sandwiches. Slicing the bread into little triangles, Blaine grabbed the jam from another cabinet and spread it onto the bread.

Kurt skipped back into the room, "Blaine!"

Blaine looked at his fiancé and grinned, quickly wrapping the sandwiches in napkins. Picking a few oranges, cherries, and celery sticks, Blaine pulled a decorative basket off the counter and stuffed his choices in it.

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurts waist when he approached him. Kurt quietly fed the baby as Blaine guided him outside. He started to shut the door but two little birds waddled out after him, scurrying to keep up with Kurt. They almost got blown away in a breeze so Blaine bent to scoop them up.

"Oh, my little birds!" Kurt chirped and gave them both kisses. "Archer, these are my birds, Pavarotti and Everett."

Archer batted at the tiny birds. Wiggling, Pavarotti hopped onto Kurts arm and climbed up Archers foot. He whistled at Archer, who cooed and gurgled.

Kneeling under a shady tree, Blaine spread the blanket out and helped Kurt plop onto it. Kurt patted the spot beside of him, "Oh, Blaine, this is perfect. Thank you so much." Tapping his chin, Kurt rested Archer against his chest and opened the top of the basket. "Mm... little sandwiches! You remembered how I like them cut!"

"Of course I did." Blaine snorted. "Im your fiancé."

"Youre the best fiancé ever." Kurt popped a sandwich into his mouth and closed his eyes, humming his satisfaction. "Yummy. Youre also very good at making sandwiches!"

Blaine fell back on the blanket. "Its a talent." Putting his hand under his head, Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt and pulled him closer. "Let me have a taste." He pressed their lips and grinned, "Youre delicious."

Kurt blushed, "I shiver when you say things like that."

Smiling, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurts hip, "Youre so sweet."

Holding a sandwich to Blaines lips, Kurt giggled as Blaine opened his mouth and nipped his fingers. Archer suddenly kicked his feet and waved at the basket. "Oh, sweetheart! You dont have any teeth... you cant chew the sandwiches up."

Archer gurgled in disapproval.

Smirking at his baby, Blaine sat up and scooped Archer into his arms. He lay back again and tucked Archer underneath his chin, "Kurt?"

"Mm hm?" Kurt nibbled a celery stick.

Blaine slid his fingers through Kurts, "Someday Im going to make him a sandwich... Hell run up to me and ask me to make him one because he wont be tall enough to see the top of the counter yet."

Kurt smiled adoringly, and he stroked Archers hair, "Are you really happy, Blaine?"

Blaine didnt hesitate to nod, "I never thought I could be this happy. I didnt think I would fall in love... and I wouldnt have a baby... but I have this now..." he glanced at the house, "a family that loves me. Kurt, thats all Ive ever wanted... and you. Ive always wanted you."

"I know." Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaines forehead. "I never thought I would fall in love, either. But then... you came along in such a surprising way... and youre all Ive ever wanted, Blaine." Wrapping his arms around Blaines neck, Kurt toppled him and curled against his chest.

Between them, Archer grabbed at the tiny birds by his feet. He mumbled to them and squeaked when Pavarotti nibbled his toes. Laughing into Kurts hair, Blaine patted Archers stomach, "Youre so ticklish."

Archer gurgled, then noticed a shadow on the ground and kicked his feet. He batted at Blaines hand, his huge eyes staring at the moving shadow.

Kurt lifted his head to see what was wrong, and was startled by a dark figure approaching them. He buried into Blaines shirt, tightening his grip around Archer.

"Sweetheart, its okay..." Blaine soothed him with a kiss to his forehead, "Santana, what are you doing here?"

Peeking over Blaines shoulder, Kurt relaxed at the sight of Santana. Her face was pale and drained and she looked ready to fall asleep. She had a small object tucked under her arm like a football. "Blaine, I have something to show you."

Blaine handed the baby to Kurt and sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "What is it?"

Santana knelt beside Blaine and sighed, unwrapping the bundle of dark, stained blankets. The blankets squirmed and peeped. She pulled a small baby out and held him to her chest. Shivering uncontrollably and mewling helplessly, the baby batted his fists and scrunched his face. He started to cry, and Santana swore.

"Hes been doing nothing but crying," she muttered, giving him to Blaine as if he had burned her. "I dont know what Im doing wrong. I held him for hours, gave him a bottle, put him down for bed early... Hes giving me a headache."

"Oh," Kurt scooted closer to Blaine, "its a baby."

"Its Brittanys baby." Santana wrapped her arms around her knees and tugged them to her chest.

"He looks so cold." Frowning, Kurt set Archer by the picnic basket and he held his arms out, "Blaine, can I hold him?"

Blaine numbly set him in Kurts arms, his huge eyes on the babys face that was so similar to Karofskys. Kurt bundled him in an extra blanket hed brought for Archer, bouncing him against his chest, "Shh... dont cry. Youll be okay." He stood and glanced at Blaine, "Im going to make him a bottle."

Kurt carried the baby into the house, softly singing to him as he went. Picking Archer up, Blaine stared at Santana, "He wasnt due for another month."

"The placenta detached." She shrugged, "He would have suffocated to death if I hadnt gotten him out."

Blaine turned toward the kitchen. He could see Kurt pacing through the kitchen window, soothing the baby with his pretty voice as he waited for the bottle to heat up. "Santana, he looks half-dead. Have you taken him to a hospital?" When she shook her head, Blaine snarled, "Do you have any idea how to take care of a baby?"

"No." She snapped at him, "I dont see why youre getting so worked up about this. Hes not your issue."

Blaine was about to lash out at her, but stopped when he heard Archer mewl. "Shh... its alright."

Santana furrowed her brows at the little baby in Blaines arms, "Is that your brothers...?"

"Yes." He muttered, "This is Archer." He dropped it at that and focused on Kurt again. Kurt pushed through the kitchen door and padded across the grass, beaming at the suckling baby.

"Mm... does that taste good?" Kurt tilted the bottle when the baby got near the bottom. "Youre so hungry." Lowering onto the blanket, Kurt looked at Santana, "How has he been eating? Archers had three bottles since hes been home."

"Four." Blaine put in, "I fed him when you were sleeping."

"He took one bottle when I got him home," she grumbled, "and he threw up after his next one."

Kurt pursed his lips, "Were you warming them? And I know Archer loves the sweeter kind."

She uncomfortably shifted, "I bought whatever was cheapest and I didnt heat them up. Look, I dont know anything about babies. Theyre difficult and fussy-" she glanced at the baby in Kurts arms again, his head buried in Kurts dress and his eyes closed, not a sound out of him.

Kurt cocked his head, "I dont think theyre fussy or difficult. They just need attention and care." Wiping the babys damp forehead, Kurt whispered, "What is his name?"

"Hunter Emile Pierce-Lopez." She kept her eyes on the baby, watching Kurts movements with him, "Im leaving Karofsky out of this."

"Thats okay." Kurt easily shrugged that off, "Hunter... I like that name. Hi, Hunter. My name is Kurt."

The babys brown eyes opened, and Blaine turned his head, alarmed at how much they looked like Karofskys. Kurt noticed his harsh reaction and gave Blaine a gentle smile, "Blaine, hes so sweet. You cannot blame him for something that isnt his fault." Turning his attention to the baby, Kurt told him, "I think you have beautiful eyes, Hunter. Theyre your eyes, no one elses."

The little baby squirmed and stretched his arms to touch Kurts face, squeaking at him. Kurt smiled and let his tiny hands pat his cheeks, "I have a baby, too. I think youd like having a friend." Laying Hunter on the picnic blanket, Kurt took Archer from Blaine and put him beside him. "Hunter, this is Archer."

Hunter turned his head and wriggled, kicking his feet. Archer peeped and batted his fists at him. "Oh," Kurt sniffed, "I think they like each other. Blaine, look. Arent they sweet?"

Blaine rubbed Kurts arm, "Honey, Ill be right back. I have to talk to Santana." He rose to his feet and lifted Santana, leading her across the yard. He checked on Kurt before getting to his point, and he spotted Kurt showing both of the babies Keegan. Crossing his arms, Blaine turned to Santana, "San, you cant raise the baby."

"I know that." She growled, clenching her fists. "How does Kurt know how and I dont? Hes never been around children!"

"Hes more caring and gentle." Blaine muttered, and she started to glare at him but instead turned her head as if shed been slapped. He had a point. "Im worried about you. You havent been yourself for the past eight months... youre moody, careless, and... not the Santana I dated nine months ago."

"Weve both changed."

He shrugged, "Yes, but youve gotten worse. Santana, this isnt healthy. You need to rest. Where is Brittany?"

"Shes asleep." Santana glanced at Kurt again, "Blaine, what are you getting at?"

"Let me keep the baby for a while." He suggested, but she knew Blaine better than that. When he suggested, it was usually a demand. "San, itll be better for all three of you. Youre exhausted, Brittanys still recovering, and the baby is-"

"Dont tell me." She snapped, "I already know. What are you saying? You want to deal with the baby? Blaine, you cant even look at him."

"Ill get over it!" He raised his voice, "He just looks so much like him... it startled me."

She sighed, pushing her hair off her face. "Youre making a stupid mistake, Blaine. But, whatever... take the baby. I dont care. Brittanys too oblivious right now to notice hes gone, and I dont want him." Glaring at him, she started to turn away. "But if Karofsky wants him back when he gets out of jail, youre going to have to give him back. You cant fight me on that."

Blaine was silent about that, watching her walk back into his house and disappear around the corner. Trying to swallow what just happened, Blaine rubbed his knuckles against his cheek and walked to the picnic blanket. He sat down beside Kurt, "Honey?"

"Yes?" Oblivious to the hardness of Blaines jaw, Kurt kept wiggling Keegans arms and legs as if to make him dance.

Blaine rubbed his back and kissed his cheek, "I made a deal with Santana. We can keep the baby for a while."

"Keep him?" Kurt chirped, finally lifting his sparkling eyes to Blaines face. "Oh, Blaine. I think hell fit in very well here... I like him very much."

"You dont care that hes Karofskys?"

"Blaine, hes just a baby." Kurt picked Hunter up and laid him against his shoulder, patting his back. "Hes nothing like his dad." Pulling the baby off his chest, Kurt murmured to him, "Im going to make you a warm bath and then you can have another bottle."

Kurt stood and carried Hunter inside, so Blaine scooped Archer up and followed on his heels. The little baby stared over Kurts shoulder as he walked, his brown eyes so focused and knowing. Gurgling at Blaine, the baby stretched his arms out and batted. Blaine, unsure of what to do, held his hand out. Tiny fingers curled around his thumb. The baby gurgled again, his eyes lifting to Blaines face.

"Hunter..." Blaine lifted Archers little teddy bear, "do you want to play with the teddy bear?" When the corners of Hunters eyes wrinkled with what Blaine thought might be a smile, he stroked Archers hair, "Sweetheart, can you share your toy with Hunter?"

Archer mewled and let go of the bear, and Blaine pressed it to Hunters cheek. Cooing and squirming, Hunter buried his face in the bears fur and bit down on his ear. He nibbled with a devious gleam in his eye. Blaine helplessly laughed at him, "You dont play that way. Ill show you how."

Hunter mumbled around the bears ear, staring up at Blaine. Then he looked back at Archer, who was watching his bear with longing eyes, and he babbled something to him. Archer cooed and batted at his bear, happily playing with Hunter, ignorant of the fact that hed been born to a slut and a psycho.