He scooped the food onto two plates, assuring Burt he wouldn't know the difference, and Burt poked at it for a moment.

"Dad, It won't bite you." Burt smiled and Blaine took a large bite of cheesy eggs, and crunched into the bacon. Burt scooped up a good amount and popped it into his mouth. He chewed slowly before nodding,

"Kurt's a great cook, but THIS my boy, is my kind of food." Blaine smiled and continued eating his food. Burt finished quickly, a habit formed by having to avoid getting caught. And he went into the attic for a moment.

The older Hummel cam in as Blaine was rinsing off the dishes. He had in his hand a small baby blue blanket with little apples, the size of pencil erasers dotted over it. Blaine cocked his head as the man stood before him, and nervously ran his large calloused hand over his bald head.

"I-I didn't know if you and Kurt had bought a blankie already for it... But this was Kurts, he wouldn't go anywhere without it." He held out the soft, worn material. Blaine took it carefully. He ran his fingers over the blue fabric, an noticed a small red stain, it was the same size as the apples, but was on the edge so that you couldn't really tell.

"Kurts mom." Burt began, seeing Blaine eying the stain, "She was holding Kurt, and he put the blankie to her face an some of her favourite lipstick smudged off onto it. We tried everything to get it out, wouldn't budge." Burt gave a watery smile and Blaine wrapped his arms around the larger man,

"Thank you. It's perfect." Burt smiled and Finn came into the room, the two men put on their best man faces and went about their morning business. Blaine was thinking about how happy he was to have found a father figure like Burt. How he was the luckiest man alive, because he had a wonderful boyfriend with a wonderful family and a baby on the way.

He looked over to the football player, scorfing down his lucky charms. He smiled to himself, thinking about how his kid will be. If it will be all prim and proper like Kurt, or just medium like Blaine. Or if they would be a total mess and be messy, and kid like. He hoped for Kurts sake, that it was not the latter.

Later in the day, Kurt and Blaine were snuggling on the couch, watching Cinderella. The doorbell rang and Finn sprung down the stairs and opened the door to reviel Puck, and he had a blue duffel bag.

"Hey dude, you sleeping over?" Puck shook his head,

"I actually came to talk to Kurt and Blaine about something." He looked over to the couple on the couch and Blaine waved him over, pausing the movie. Finn shrugged and went up the stairs, sulking only slightly.

"What's up Puck?"

"Quinn told me." Kurts eyes widened and Puck hurried to continue, "Only me dude, don't worry. She just apologized for not letting me have any say, and I asked her what brought it up she told me." He saw Kurt eying the bag and perked up, "Oh! Dudes, I brought you guys some stuff. It's all yellow, Quinn didn't tell me the gender. It's from when I was trying to get her to keep the baby." He said the last part a little sadder than the first.

He unzipped the bag to show about six onesys, three packs of new born diapers, a pack of three Winnie the Pooh pacies, and a Winnie the Pooh rattle. Kurt and Blaine smiled, and Kurt started to cry a little. Blaine pulled Kurt closer and took a onesy out of the bag. It had a picture of Pooh Bear digging into a jar of honey, and Blaine looked at Puck quizzically,

"Who doesn't like Pooh man?" The three boys laughed at Puck, and Kurt hugged the larger boy,

"Thank you. This means a lot to me. And Blaine..." Puck smiled and ruffled Kurts hair, later he would brag about messing up the effeminate boys hair and not loosing his arm.

"No prob man." Puck leaned back in the chair, "So, have you thought of names?" Kurt smiled,

"Well, for a girl I like Audry. And for a boy, Ethan." Puck nodded and looked to Blaine, who was petting Kurts back lovingly,

"What about you man?" Blaine smiled and kissed Kurts temple,

"For a girl, Rebbecca. And a boy, Bryon."

"Nice." He looked upstairs, to see Finns door open, "Well. I think I'll go play some video games with Finn." He stood and stretched, "See ya." The two boys waved by as the mohawked boy moved up the stairs.

Blaine turned his attention to Kurt, who had moved out of his arms and was getting the papers explaining his pregnancy out of the drawer,

"What are you doing baby?" Kurt took a deep breath and cocked his head contemplatively,

"I'm going to go tell Mercedes. I need my best friend."