Kurt awoke to the sound of a baby crying, but then it was over as quickly as he'd heard it. He felt beside him, Bline wasn't in bed but his side was still warm. Kurt rolled out of bed and into his slippers and padded across the hall to Rians nursery. He stood in the doorway and watched as his boyfriend rocked their baby back to sleep. Kurt smiled as Blaine put Rian back into his crib and walked over to him.

"You're such a great father Blaine. Lets go back to sleep."

The next morning the New Directions and Dave were at the house fawning over Rian. Kurt and Blaine hadn't let anyone over for a month, because they wanted Rian to get used to them first. The only people who had been allowed to hold him up until the third week were: Blaine, Kurt, Burt and Carole. No one else had been allowed to touch him.

Now that people were allowed over Rian was getting so much attention. They had determined after the 50 th gift that Rian would be the most spoiled baby in Lima. Everyone had been doting on him for about four hours and he was starting to get cranky so Kurt went to get him from Quinn, but the blonde girl looked at him with watery eyes,

"Do you mind if I put him down for his nap?" Kurt gently shook his head,

"Of course not. Up the stairs, fist door on the left."

Quinn climbed the stairs and walked into the tidy nursery. She sat in the rocker, Rian squirming in her arms.

"Hey, I know you're a boy, but I've been wanting to sing this lullaby. It's in Spanish, so you wont even notice when it says daughter, 'kay?"

A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella
Mi ni�a tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora
Ruise�or que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balansea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella
Mi ni�a tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora
Ruise�or que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balansea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

Quinn placed a now sleeping Rian in his crib and wiped the tears off of her face. She looked at her reddened complexion in the mirror and grabbed the baby powder to lighten it.

She took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.

After everyone had left it was about eight at night and Collin was curled up in bed. He had a stomach ache, and it was beginning to worry him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to stomach aces, but this one was different. Usually he had nausea with his stomach aches but this one was pure pain.

Collin felt a flutter in his belly. A bit like a kick, but not quite. It didn't feel right to him. He was eight months along, he didn't want something to go wrong now. He knew that the chances of him carrying to term were one in a million, in fact it was amazing he'd carried them this far.

He just hoped everything was alright. He just felt so crappy.

He rolled onto his side and hugged a pillow close and drifted off to sleep telling himself it would get better.