"Sleep now. Once this baby arrives your ass is up whenever I am." The doorbell rang again as Kurt slipped on his robe, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Kurt opened the front door, wincing at the summer light coming in. The woman came in and plopped her bags down. When Blaine said his grandmother was eccentric he wasn't kidding. She had to have had on eight different clashing prints. Four layers, and her unruly curled white hair was flowing loosely down her back and around her shoulders. She looked rather like a gypsy, with her gaudy gold and jeweled jewlry.

Kurt watched as she stood up straight. She was thin, but not frail looking. She stood about 5 foot 3, and had lightly tanned skin like Blaine's. Kurt could see the family resemblance.

The woman spun around and started circling Kurt, looking him up and down. When she finally stopped infront of him she looked up and pinched his cheeks.

"Even prettier than the pictures."

The household was woken up early that morning to have breakfast, pancakes that Kurt made. They were all passing the food around when Blaine smiled at his grandmother,

"Aggy, you still haven't aid why you came early." The woman -Aggy- made a loud HA noise and everyone jumped.

"I almost forgot dear boy! They told me your son would be arriving early." Kurt furrowed his brown, everyone did except for Blaine and Aggy.

"Um, WHO said that?" Kurt asked the woman. But before she could resond Blaine smiled,

"Aggy is a medium. She can talk to the dead, some spirits stay with her." Kurt looked at his boyfriend like he'd grown a second head. "Don't look at me that way love. I must have told you this?"

"NO! You most certainly did not! I didn't even know you believed in this stuff." Across the table Aggy made a tisking sound and shook her head,

"Blaine is very modest about his gifts."

"Aggy, don't. I don't HAVE any gifts."

"Oh shut up boy. Kurtsie, when your lover was younger he'd sit four hours and talk to the spirits. Have tea parties and sleep overs, even push them on the swing under the willow."

"Yeah, I did the same thing. It's called an imaginary friend."

"Oh Kurtsie. You were hurt bad after your mother died weren't you? Lost all hope in the spiritual side of life?" Kurt looked avoer to Blaine,

"I didn't tell her a damn thing." Kurt looked back to the woman.

"Okay, you're a medium, talk to my mother." Aggy smiled, smug.

"Kurtsie, who do you think told me your child would be coming early?" By this time everyone but Kurt, Blaine and Aggy had left the dining room. Kurt eyed up the woman, trying to find a hint of bull shit. All he saw was truth. And that's what scared him.

Aggy smiled and folded her hands in her lap.

"You were born August 21 1993 in Washington Memorial Hospital, your parents had gone down to your great grandmothers funeral and your mother went into premature labor. She died when you were right, in a car crash with you in the back seat. It was a drunk driver that ran a red light, hitting your mothers red ford focus and pushing it over into a ditch where it flipped upside down. She died in the ambulance at 4 : 23 in the morning."

Kurts face was pale white, he hadn't told anyone about all that stuff. He stared at the woman in shock,

"you could have gone online."

"You've decided to name your son Rian." That one nobody had any way of knowing. He hadn't even told Blaine yet. Blaine said he could pick the name and he wanted it to be a surprise.

"So when will I go into labor?" Aggy smiled,

"Soon dear Kurtsie. Soon."