"So are we good to go on the trip?" Blaine asked, looking hopeful. He'd been wanting to get Kurt away for a while. To just have some relaxing time alone with him; god knows they wouldn't have any of that when their son got here. He had plans to take Kurt to Myrtle Beach. He'd loved going there as a child with his grand mother. They had the most fun shops, and places to see. He wanted to get a hotel room overlooking the ocean, and leave the windows open at night so they could stay up late in the moonlight listening to the sounds of the ocean.

He knew he sounded totally sappy and romantic, but he just loved Kurt so much. He really wanted to make every moment he could special. Patty smiled and nodded,

"You're all clear to go. Have a great time." Kurt squealed happily. One, because he could go on a romantic trip with Blaine (who he'd caught late last night planning things out. Like the rout, and the restaurants and hotels.) And two, because it meant that their baby boy was totally healthy and he could relax for another month.

Blaine stood up and handed Kurt's shirt to him and looked at the picture of their boy on the monitor.

"Could we have a copy of that? He looks like he's doing the rock on sign with his hand and I want to brag to Puck."

After getting all the bags and supplies in the back of Kurts navigator, and selling the ultrasound picture -after making a copy- to Puck for fifteen bucks, Kurt and Blaine were finally pulling out of the Hudmel drive way.

Kurt held the map in his hands -Blaine has something against GPS, something about being driven in circles once- and told him the first exit to take. They spent time singing along to anything that would come on the radio, Blaine rocking Teenage Dream, and Kurt working ET. They drove until they reached the boarder to Kentucky. Blaine pulled into the driveway of the a Holiday Inn. They parked and Kurt grabbed their mini over night bags out of the back so they wouldn't have to be lugging suitcases all over.

They checked in, and got eyed by a clearly homophobic manager. They took a stuffy elevator up to the third floor and wandered to room 213. Blaine tried swiping the key card four times, never seeming to get the timing right. Kurt chuckled and nudged him playfully out of the way.

"Let a real man to this." Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes,

"Says the pregnant dude." Kurt smirked, and on the first try opened the door."Beginners luck."

"How many hotel doors have you opened Mr. Anderson?" Blaine laughed and took the bags in,

"Haven't you heard? I have thirteen children all with different men." Kurt laughed loudly, the sound music to Blaines ears. He flopped back onto the bed and watch Blaine stand above grabbed the front of Blaines shirt and pulled him down beside him,

"Get down here."

Back at the Hudmel home, Collin and Dave were flipping through Kurts pregnancy books. Collin wasn't experiencing any more morning sickness, and didn't have any cravings. Kurt said they'd be kicking in right about now, and Collin wondered if he should be worried that he didn't have any.

"Oh Here!" Dave said, reading the passage aloud, "Some may experience cravings early on, others late in the pregnancy, or even not at all. It is normal either way."

"Thank. God." Dave closed the book and looked at Collin with puppy eyes,

"Can we please cuddle now?" Collin smiled and flicked the newly pink stripe of hair away from his face. He got on all fours and crawled over to Dave,

"Actually, I'm in the mood for something else."

Blaine adjusted his angle inside of Kurt, and aimed for that magic nub. Kurt arched his back in pleasure, his belly hitting Blaines, and Blaines name coming out in cries,

"Oh, shit, there! Please!" Blaine sped up his thrusts, jabbing harshly at Kurts prostate every time. Kurt was reduced to an incoherent puddle of pleading. He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, just saying whatever poured out of his mouth on its own.

"I'm close baby." Blaine gasped out as he began stroking Kurts aching member, spreading precum over the head and down his shaft. Kurt made a few keening sounds and Blaine felt that satisfying grip of muscles clenching around him as Kurt came. Blaine emptied himself into Kurt, kissing around his face and down his neck, tasting the salt in his sweat.

He sat up, still inside of Kurt and brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned off Kurts seed. Kurt groaned at the sight and began to stiffen again,

"Ready for round two my little cum slut?" Blaine let out a primal growl at the dirty talk, Kurt didn't do it often but he knew how much Blaine liked it. Blaine pulled out and kissed his way down Kurts abs and licked the sensitive head of Kurts twitching member. He put his most innocent look on and Kurt grabbed the back of his loved it when Kurt was rough, and it looked like the hormones were making him more dominant in bed, Blaine hoped it would never go away. Hell; maybe after their son arrived he could talk Kurt into pitching to him.

He took Kurts cock into his mouth and resolved to give Kurt the best blow job of his life.

Collin rested his head between Daves arm and side, breathing in his pure masculine scent. Both were sweaty and spent, laying in Collins double bed. Collin was running his fingers through the light, curly hair on Daves chest, tugging here and there.

"What do you want to name them?" Collin asked, looking up at his baby daddy. Dave thought for a minute,

"For boys I like Daniel and Damion."

"Girls?"

"Lenora and Lianna." Collin smiled, Dave wasn't a dumb jock like people thought he was.

"I love them. If it's a boy and a girl?"

"Thomas and Tanna."

"Love it."

"I love you." Collin reached up and Kissed Dave. No matter what happened, they'd be okay. And hey, maybe they'd have a girl that could date Kurt and Blaines boy... or a boy who could date their boy? Collin smiled to himself, these kids were going to have some kick ass parents.

The door opened, interrupting Collins musings and an embarrassed Burt stood in the doorway, trying to look anywhere but at the two lovers,

"Sorry to interrupt. Dinner is ready." With that he turned and shut the door. Dave laughed,

"Poor Burt."