After one year had passed from the initial conversation, they began the research, the interviews, and the procedures.

Two years after the initial conversation, Burt stood in front of their apartment as patiently as a man about to meet his first grandchild could. He heard approaching steps and a faint coming from within and then a disheveled Blaine was standing in the doorway. He was in sweatpants and an old t-shirt that had dried spit up (Burt assumed and hoped) across the front of it. His hair was slept on and his curls frizzed and thrown around his head, but his eyes gave the largest sign of his sleep deprivation.

"Burt! We werent expecting you until tomorrow!"

"Hey kid," He pulled his son in law into a tight hug before releasing him and following Blaine into the apartment, "Im sorry if I woke you up, I wanted to surprise you guys."

"Oh, no its fine, I mustve fallen asleep on the couch folding the laundry, Kurts actually not here, he had to go into work, some scarf crisis."

"I thought he was on paternity leave?"

They walked into the kitchen where Blaine gave Burt a glass of water.

"Yea, well, there are no breaks in the fashion industry. Plus, you know Kurt, if hes not doing something himself then its probably not being done right." He huffed out a laugh that was accompanied by Burts laugh, "Anyway, he should be home soon, he said it should only take a few hours and hes been gone all morning."

They shared a minute of comfortable silence before Burt could no longer take waiting anymore, "So…where is he? How is he?"

Blaines smile turned into a full out grin, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it, "Hes beautiful, Burt, just wonderful! Come on, come meet him!"

Burt followed him into the nursery that was painted a deep but bright blue, animals were painted in a mural on one wall and in the corner there was a two person rocking chair. He could see the closet open and packed with tiny baby clothes that he assumed some of Kurt had probably created. All of this, however, failed to hold his attention once he narrowed in on the crib that Blaine was leaning over and scooping the baby out of with practiced ease.

"Burt, meet Jacob Finn Anderson-Hummel. Jake, meet your grandpa Burt." He spoke quietly to the sleeping baby.

Burts heart melted as he took in his grandson with the namesake of his late stepson, he was, as Blaine had described, beautiful. With his light hair and small features, he was amazed at how much the sleeping boy looked like Kurt has as a baby. Blaine gently handed him off and Burt could not keep his eyes off him.

"Wow."

Blaine stood at his left shoulder and gently touched Jakes head, "I know, Kurt and I have had a hard time not just staring at him all day and night."

"He looks exactly like Kurt."

"I know," Burt looked over at Blaine, awe was radiating off the man, "Hes perfect."

The baby made a gurgle noise that got Burts attention and when he looked back down, light blue eyes were staring up through half open lids.

"Hey little guy, its nice to finally meet you. Weve been waiting so long for you to get here," he cooed at the baby, "Your grandma Carole will be here in a few days when she has off from work, but I just couldnt wait and shes so jealous that I get to meet you first!" His voice was high pitched and Blaine laughed from next to him, but baby Jake just stared up in wonderment.

"Im going to go make him a bottle, are you ok in here?"

"Of course we are." He didnt look away from the baby as he spoke; Blaine smiled and walked out of the room.

Burt began rocking him slightly, speaking to him softly once again, "Well I just dont know how any baby could ever compare to you, youre going to make them think that theyre all like this if you keep being this good and not crying," Jake scrunched up his noise and let out a little yell, but settled as Burt bounced him a little in his arms, "Well you dont have to prove me wrong, your dads in there getting you food right now. Youre real lucky you got these guys, theyre gonna take good care of you and probably give you everything you want. I could never say no to Kurt, and I think you just might be a little bit cuter, so theyre going to have a lot of trouble with you, yes they are!" He cooed again as Jakes eyes opened wider and stared more intently at his grandfather.

Blaine walked back into the room with a small bottle, and Burt immediately held his hand out for it, "Let me feed him, why dont you go lay down for a bit, you look like your about to pass out on your feet."

"Oh, thats ok I can sit here with you, I dont want to be rude."

"Kid, its only gonna get harder and the opportunities to sleep will get smaller, take it while you can. Plus, I want to spend some time with this guy."

"Are you sure your ok with him? I can keep his monitor with me and you can just yell if you need anything, and—"

"Blaine…go take a nap."

He smiled sheepishly, "Yea, ok. Thanks Burt," he walked out the door but stopped before he left and said, "Were really glad youre here." Before disappearing.

Burt smiled and then looked down at Jake when he began to fuss, seeing the bottle so close, "Ok, ok," He began feeding the baby, "You really are Kurts, he still fusses until he gets what he wants." He laughed a little and watched as his grandson ate contentedly, still staring up at Burt.

Kurt went to unlock the door when he realized it already was, he opened the door quietly, confused and sure that he had locked it on his way out. When he walked into the apartment, he immediately spotted Blaine on the couch, sleeping with one arm and one leg hanging off as if he had just passed out as he fell onto it. He took his shoes off then quietly walked over to his husband, moving his limbs back onto the couch so he wasnt in pain when he woke up and then put a blanket over him.

As it was summer, Blaine was currently home with Jake all day everyday while he was off from teaching for the summer, so Kurt knew just how tired his husband was. Though he was supposed to be off for six weeks, Kurt had been in and out of the office and working from home the past two weeks since they had brought their son home from the hospital, so he was happy to see his husband finding some time to sleep.

Kurt smiled as he pushed some of the frizz that had become Blaines hair away from his forehead and leaned down to plant a barely there kiss so that he did not wake up. He moved towards the nursery, hopeful that his son was awake so that he could gush over him for a while.

As he walked into the room, he jumped when he noticed the presence of a man holding his son, but when his brain caught up with who he was seeing, he immediately walked over to where his father was sitting in the rocker.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" He sat down next to his father and hugged him tightly, mindful of Jake sleeping in his arms.

"Happy to see you too, Kurt."

Kurt pulled back smiling, "I am happy, just surprised! Why didnt you tell us you were getting in today? We could have picked you up from the airport!"

"I knew you had a lot on your plate with this little guy here and I remember how long it took to get out of the house when you were this small. Speaking of which, Jake here is perfect, Kurt. You did good."

Kurt peered at his son, the same expression of absolute love that Blaine had worn before gracing his face, "I know, hes the best. I was so worried, still am, but Blaine is so good with him, he always knows exactly what to do. He keeps me calm when Im freaking out about dirty clothes and coughs or the temperature of the milk."

"You even each other out. I had to send him to take a nap, though, he looked dead on his feet."

Kurt looked back to his father smiling, "I always have to tell him to go to bed, hes bad about leaving Jake. Hes a great father though, really, really great."

"You dont seem to be doing a bad job yourself," Burt placed his free arm around his son, "He looks just like you, kid."

"Right? I keep waiting for him to look like the donor that we used, but he really seems to have gotten all my features."

"Well if hes got your personality too, you guys are going to have your hands full." Burt teased.

Kurt stuck up his nose with fake irritation, "Ill have you know you were lucky to have me, I was a very easy child and all my problems were external."

"Hah! Many, maybe, but you caused quite a few for yourself."

"Well, whatever, Jacob is perfect."

"That he is. Your stepmother cried when you announced his name. It was a real good thing you did, son."

Kurts expression turned solemn, "It was actually Blaines idea, I just wish he would have been able to meet Jake. Finn would have been a great uncle."

Burt hugged him tighter, "He wouldve been the guy under the table with this little guy sneaking food and hiding from people even though he was so tall that his feet wouldve stuck out and hed hit his head."

Kurt laughed and put his hands out, wanting to hold his son, the request granted by Burt. He held Jacob close and kissed his forehead just as softly as he had to his husband, "Hell always know about Finn, hell always be part of his life."

"Good." Burt sniffed a little and blinked back the tears that had found themselves in his eyes, "So, uh, any plans for siblings?"

Kurt looked at his father like he was crazy, "Dad, Jakes not even a month old."

Burt held up his hands, "I know, I know, but lets be honest, its takes more time and more work for you guys then other couples."

"Yea, well, I think Blaine and I are going to wait a bit, a year or so, before we starting planning for more."

"But there will be more?"

"Yes, dad, we want at least one more." Kurt acted annoyed, but his smiled betrayed him, "Im trying to convince Blaine to be the donor next time."

Burt looked confused, "He doesnt want to be?"

"I dont think hes against it or anything, he just keeps saying he wants as many of mes as possible."

"That is terrifying."

"This coming from the man that raised me." He deadpanned and Burt laughed.

"Well, as long as they come out as good as this one, Ill be ok with whatever. I think Carole is hoping for it to be Blaine next though, shes always going on about how cute a kid would be with his hair."

"Well Carole always did love Blaine the best."

"Thats cause I was the best." Blaine stood in the doorway. He yawned then smiled at the three generations of Hummel men.

Kurt held out his hand to signal Blaine to walk to him, "She just liked you because you ate everything she gave you and helped do dishes even when she didnt ask." Blaine took Jacob and then sat on Kurts lap, "Plus, she never had to take care of you when you were sick…she definitely wouldnt have liked you best if she knew how whiny you get when you have a cold."

"Ha ha youre so funny." He scrunched up his nose looking at Kurt but a smile broke out on his face and he leaned down to kiss him, "Love you."

"Love you too, baby."

Blaine turned to the baby in his arms and cooed, "And we both love you more than anything, little guy. Youll be our favorite and then youll tie your brother or sister, but you win for now."

Burt watched the two men stare at their new son, wonder and awe in both of their eyes, "Im proud of you both." They turned and looked, smiling at the older man, Kurt used the hand not wrapped around Blaines waist to grab and squeeze his fathers hand and Blaine just kissed his sons head.

Three years later

Kurt sat under an umbrella on the beach. It had been a hot day, but the sun was finally setting and the air was finally cooling off, the humidity lowering. He looked down at his one-year-old daughter, Abigail, asleep in his arms and smiled. She had spent the day playing in the sand and her cheeks were tinted pink from the sun. Her dark, curly hair was starting to grow out and Kurt couldnt wait until it was long enough to really style.

He looked out to where Blaine and Jake were standing at the shoreline and his heart melted at the sight. Jake stood in front of Blaine, one hand in one each of his fathers and as the waves came, Blaine picked him up and then dropped him back on his feet. Squeals of laughter from his son reached Kurts ears and he smiled out at them. He thought back to before he had met Blaine, to when he couldnt picture making it through the day never mind having a husband and two children.

Blaine picked Jake up and was pointing out at something in the water before turning and smiling. When his eyes met Kurts, his eyes crinkled with how wide he smiled. He quickly whispered to Jake, who nodded his head, then counted down from three.

"LOVE YOU DADDY!" They yelled together, their voices muffled slightly with the distance and beach sounds, but Kurt could still hear it.

He quickly got up, Abbey still in his arms, and quickly walked over to the other half of his family. When he got to them, he kissed Jakes temple and then Blaines lips, "And I love you both."

They turned once again to look out to the ocean, Blaine put his free arm around Kurts waist and Kurt laid his head against Blaines shoulder. At some point Kurt had been apprehensive about having children, but in this moment, his daughter dead asleep in his arms and his son pointing at boats on the horizon in his husbands, he cant remember why.