“Okay, Kurt … there's your baby,” Dr. Shelley told him, her voice hushed.  Dr. Ryan was looking over her shoulder, mesmerized by the images.

“Amazing, isn't it, Dr. Ryan?”

He nodded. “Beyond amazing.  I see there's the same pseudo-uterus as in Blaine's case.  And the measurements?”

“Coinciding.  They're at basically the same stage, somewhere around 23 weeks,” Dr. Shelley answered, moving the ultrasound probe over Kurt's skin, slick with gel. “Hey.  Kurt, what's the matter?  Why are you crying?”

“I - - I just wish Blaine could be here with me,” Kurt sniffled.  He looked up at Burt for support, but Burt was slack-jawed and dazed, staring at the monitor.  “Dad?”

Burt blinked.  “I - - I'm just … I …  That's really a baby in you …“

“Eloquent as always, Dad,” Kurt deadpanned.  “But I know what you mean.  I can't believe it myself, even though it'shappening to me.”

Dr. Ryan and Dr. Shelley were shoulder to shoulder, checking the baby.  “Kurt, everything looks perfectly normal and on schedule.  Do you want to know what you're having?”  Dr. Ryan offered.

Kurt sighed.  Blaine should be here to see this.  He would be so thrilled.  Something's missing when he can't be here.  “Not yet,” he said.  “I'll wait and find out when Blaine does.”

“Okay,” Dr. Shelley said warmly.  “I think that's a nice idea.  In the meantime, we'll do an amnio to make sure everything's all right … and to establish paternity.  We still have all the information from the last DNA tests.”

“There's no need for a paternity test. It's Blaine's and my baby, of course.”.

The two doctors exchanged a look, before Dr. Ryan cleared his throat. “Well, we'd just like to confirm that scientifically.  For the study.  And the book.”

“Yes.  The book,” Kurt sighed. I'm a little sorry we agreed to that.  In exchange for free prenatal care,  Kurt and Blaine had both signed papers giving permission for Dr. Shelley and Dr. Ryan to write a case study, and then later to collaborate with Blaine's mother on a mass-market book about their story.  Anna would be writing the historical background material, and had taken a sabbatical and moved to New York to help out with the pregnancy while researching all the legends of Ariadne and the men who had become pregnant through her power in ancient times before the icons had been lost for two millenia.  She had planned a trip to Crete for direct research next year as well, once the baby was a little older and they wouldn't need as much help.  Dr. Shelley and Dr. Ryan had agreed to work together on the modern, medical side of this bizarre story.

Blaine, of course, thought he and the baby he was carrying were the book's main focus, and Kurt wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.  Their “twin” babies would be viable in just another week, and then after that … the longer Blaine's pregnancy could be prolonged, the better.  

“Well, if it's necessary for the book, then by all means, do a DNA test.”  

It doesn't matter one way or another, this is our baby, no matter what that test says.  His eyes lingered on the screen, taking in all he could, memorizing it.  “I can't wait to meet you, little one.”

                                                               X X X X X X

Kurt meticulously scrubbed off all traces of the gel from the ultrasound procedure.   There were more than enough signs of pregnancy to hide as it was, he thought as he pulled up his freshly re-tailored pants.  If Blaine spotted any of that tell-tale blue gel on his clothes, it might give him away.  He buttoned his shirt and slipped his arms into a blazer, also newly adjusted to camouflage his growing belly as much as possible.  

The sonogram machine whirred and a strip of black-and-white prints curled out of the printer.

“Do you want a picture?” Dr. Shelley offered.    

“I'd love it.”  Kurt looked again at the little face, smiling, and then handed the long strip of pictures to Burt.  “I can't have this on me … I don't want it falling out of a pocket or anything.  I'm going to see Blaine now.  Can you hold this for me?”

Burt took the pictures and looked at them wonderingly.  “Say hi for me,” he called after Kurt as he left Dr. Shelley's office and headed down the hallway to Blaine's room.  

He chuckled as he smelled the sweet scent of an aromatherapy candle wafting out of Blaine's hospital room.  Raspberry.  That kid.  One of a kind.

The room was darkened, the curtain was drawn around Blaine's bed, and soft jazz was playing.  Blaine had raised relaxation to a science and art form combined, and was successfully keeping his blood pressure well within normal limits.  “Hey, cutie,” Kurt said, sticking his head around the curtain.  Blaine's bed was empty, and Kurt craned his neck to see over it.  Sure enough, Blaine was sitting in the lotus position on the floor, his round belly protruding adorably in his yoga shirt and pants.  He was still attached to his Holter monitor and blood pressure cuff, and Kurt glanced approvingly at the monitor, showing a very respectable 100/70.

“Hey yourself, handsome,” Blaine murmured, not opening his eyes.  “Check out that blood pressure.”

“Looking good.  And so are you.  But on the floor? Really?”  Kurt tutted.  “This is a hospital.  That floor could be crawling with germs.”

“I'm on my mat, of course,” Blaine explained.  He crooked a thumb downward, without moving his hands from his knee or disturbing his pose.  “I have another five minutes or so, don't I?”  He pointed the hand again, this time at the wall.   Kurt glanced at the dry erase board Blaine had talked the nurses into allowing him to hang up, divided into sections of time, each one with a specific activity on it.  Right now was yoga time, and the next block was “Kurt time”.  

“You're insane, you know that.”

Blaine inhaled slowly and blew out.  “It helps me to have a schedule.  I feel more normal that way.  And that's not easy, in here, and with the baby and all.”  He glanced up.  “Where's my kiss?”

Kurt leaned over with difficulty and kissed his husband's upturned face, laughing and slapping away Blaine's hand when he tried to pull him down to the mat.  “No, honey!  You're supposed to be taking it easy!”

“Pleease? Kurt, I'm so backed up sexually, it's crazy.  The nurses aren't going to come back in here for another hour, can't we - -”

The sight of Blaine's pleading face at crotch level nearly undid Kurt, and he felt the blood rush to his groin.  God, it's been forever.

“You know I want to. But we can't,” Kurt said reluctantly.  ”Not here.”

“Okay, fine, killjoy,” Blaine huffed.  He pivoted on his backside, then moved through the poses to downward dog, raising his still-pert bottom in Kurt's direction.  “If you're sure,” he purred, looking up at Kurt from between his legs.

“Get up from there and get into the bed,” Kurt said breathlessly.

Blaine grinned. “Now you're talking my language!”

“To cuddle!” Kurt helped him up, and into the hospital bed.  “That's it, mister!  This is an order from your husband!”

“Ugh.  You know, I was thinking.”

"Oh no."

"Ha. I was thinking technically, we're not really even married, unless we … y'know.  Since the wedding we haven't even given each other a blow job,” Blaine wheedled, settling into the bed.  “C'mon.  How about a little something?  Just to make things legal? Consummate the marriage?”

“Consummate it!” Kurt scoffed.  “I knocked you up and we had our honeymoon before the wedding, remember?  I don't think that argument will hold up in court.”  His erection was still raging, and he realized suddenly that Blaine's cock was hard against his leg through his yoga pants.  “Uh…” he whispered, his throat dry.  “Just … just rest, okay?”

They lay in the warm, dimly lit room for a moment, listening to the yoga tape and beeping monitor and expanding and deflating blood pressure cuff on Blaine's arm, and just holding each other close.  Kurt realized their bellies were pressed together, and he felt the baby in Blaine's belly stirring against him.  

“Okay.  I guess just cuddling with you'll have to do for now,” Blaine said, running a hand along Kurt's chest and looking up with dewy eyes.  

While trying not to react to Blaine's body close to his, Kurt felt the baby in his own belly give a swift kick, and shifted a little, praying that Blaine didn't notice it.  Fortunately, Blaine seemed to be focusing on matters farther south, and on mouthing wetly at Kurt's neck.  

“Kurt,” he breathed, and Kurt shivered at the sound and feel of Blaine's moaning voice.  “I'm dying of sexual frustration … can't you cure me?”   He reached Kurt's sweet spot, right behind the ear, and Kurt lost it.  

He flipped Blaine on to his back and straddled him.  “Just a quick one, though,” he groaned, as their dicks brushed together.   Blaine nodded frantically, delighted, and  unbuttoned the fly of Kurt's modified khakis, while Kurt yanked down Blaine's flimsy yoga pants and underwear.  It felt so right, yet so naughty, Kurt thought dizzily, jerking at Blaine with firm strokes.  He wanted to get him off quickly, before anybody came in, but evil Blaine was wrist deep in Kurt's pants, fondling his balls gently and slowly, sending shockwaves of tingling pleasure through his groin, and Kurt whined and thrust up.  “Quicker, baby, we're gonna get caught.”  

“Rowr, hot,” Blaine teased, and then gasped when Kurt released his cock and shoved Blaine's hands away, and turned him on his side.  “What are you - - oh,” he moaned, when Kurt pulled his own pants down to his knees, and slid his cock in between Blaine's thighs from behind, reaching around considerately to resume the vigorous hand job.  Blaine whined, too loud, and craned his neck, grabbing Kurt by the hair and pulling him down for a sloppy wet kiss.  It took only a few more strokes before Blaine groaned a final time and came with a shudder while Kurt rutted against him wildly seeking release of his own.  ”God, Blaine - - you feel so good - - I've missed you so much, baby - - “

Blaine was tangling his hands in Kurt's hair urging him to come, when the curtain was jerked back with a swoosh and a scrape of the metal rings at the top.  Kurt threw his arms around Blaine, startled, as the entire obstetric floor, it seemed, poured into the room with supplemental oxygen, IV lines or defibrillator paddles, shouting orders and screaming codes.  A pair of hands lifted him bodily from the bed, and shoved him to the side with his pants around his ankles, while the rest of the team converged around a half-nude Blaine, running around him and blocking Kurt's view.

“Oh, God,” Kurt whispered, shakily pulling up his pants and wishing he could disappear or find a trap door to escape.  He looked up and saw that the blood pressure monitor was showing a much higher number than before, but it was gradually coming down, and the staff seemed to be grinning and unconcerned now.  

Kurt tucked himself into his pants and buckled them, and tried to inconspicuously wipe Blaine's semen off his hand with a tissue.  He looked shamefaced at the nurses and doctors standing around Blaine's bed.  “We … got a little excited.  I think he's okay, right, Blaine?”

“Fine,” Blaine mumbled, clearly humiliated, and pulling the blankets up, struggling to readjust his yoga pants underneath the covers.

Dr. Ryan ran in and pushed his way through the crowd of medical personnel.  “What - -” he looked at the two of them trying to right their clothes, at the drying pool of sticky liquid on the sheets.  He glanced up at the monitor, which was showing the blood pressure back at nearly baseline.

“Okay, guys.  You can go … I guess we know what happened here.”  The nurses and staff glanced at each other in amusement, and started to file out.  “Look, Kurt, Blaine, this … I understand how frustrated you two are.  You're both hot-blooded teenagers.  But it is very important that Blaine's blood pressure be maintained.  Please, let's not have this kind of shenangians again, okay?”

“Yes, doctor,” Kurt said, dying inside.

“I don't want to have to tell you again.”  Dr. Ryan nodded authoritatively and strode out of the room.

“It was worth it, though,” Blaine said roguishly, and Kurt threw a pillow at him.