Soaked. That was one way to describe him. Blaine Anderson-Hummel was soaked. The rain wasn't helping his cause. The taxi driver charged extra for "ruining" his leather seats. Bastard.

He ran as fast as he could, holding his copy of the New York Times over his head: knocking over an old lady on the cross walk. Oops.

FINALLY. Blaine rejoiced as he entered the doors of the twelve story apartment building. He came across the line to the already full elevator, booking it to the stairs. He just needed to be home.

At first he struggled with the keys but finally opened the door to Kurt and his apartment.

He was careful as he crept through the darkness, not expecting his husband to be up so late. That is until he saw the dull light of their bedroom in the hall. The door was open a crack and he could hear Kurts angel like voice. Blaine knew he was singing.

You are the only

Exception

You. Are. The only exception...

Kurt's voice cracked as he finished the song. Blaine rounded the corner, opening the door, just a crack...

"You're home..." Kurt said, tearfully. Blaine stepped in closer, seating himself next to Kurt on the bed, noticing the soft hands that were clenching his stomach.

"They kept me a while, huh?" Blaine pondered.

"You're wet," kurt started, "are you cold?"

"Not anymore..." Blaine shook his head.

"I went to the doctors for my stomach ache..." Kurt twisted his body to face Blaine. That's when blaine noticed Kurt's tear stained face. Blaine looked at his sad eyes, seeing nothing but pain.

"She's gone..." Kurt whispered, dropping his head onto Blaine's shoulder, breaking our into sobbing hiccups. Blaine instinctly drew his arms around Kurt shaky frame. Whispering and humming 'its okay'and 'it'll all be alright' and I love you's. blaine remembers the day kurt found outages were going to have a baby....

"Blaaaiiine!" Kurt sang to his sleepy husband from next to him on the bed," blaine I have the test results!"

Blaine remembers how happy they were when...

"Congratulations," the doctor began," you're having a girl..."

Blaine remembers all the baby shopping. How...

"I don't do 'blue for boys, pink for girls' blaine. You know that," kurt retorted, holding the yellow bed sheets up to the pink," it's green for boys and. Yellow for girls."

That was all thrown away. Nothing mattered. Not anymore. Blaine knew Kurt wanted to name her "Spencer". They've had the argument many times. Blaine wanted an Emily. Now they couldn't have either. One day, they will have their family. But for now, they just need to cry