Kurt sat bolt upright in bed, his hands flying to his stomach, his eyes wide.

Blaine was immediately up beside him. "Oh my god? Is it coming? Jesus Christ, where's my-"

"No, no…it's not coming…" Kurt said softly, his eyes still wide.

Blaine took a deep breath, about ready to have a heart attack. "Oh…what's wrong then?"

"Blaine…we're having a baby."

Blaine looked at him seriously, his eyes narrowed. "Seriously? It's three in the morning."

Kurt shook his head frantically. "No, Blaine…we're having a baby. I have to tell my dad!" he froze. "Oh my god…"

Blaine was also a little stunned. "Yeah…you can do that bit…."

Kurt shook his head, clutching at Blaine. "You have to be there with me. He's less likely to kill you if we can talk about it."

Blaine blanched. "You don't think Carole would have told him?"

"He would've called me. I think…" Kurt whispered, but shook his head. "Aside from that…Blaine…we have so much to do!"

"What do you mean?"

"Blaine…strollers, beds, nappies…change tables…a high chair, oh my god a car seat…"

Blaine put both hands on Kurt's shoulders, staring into his eyes with a fond smile. "Babe…we've got at least three more months."

"Blaine…we're on a very low budget…oh god…how are we going to pay for all this…"

"Kurt. Relax. Stressing will only hurt you." Blaine said, but he was starting to get worried too.

How were they going to pay for it? He supposed they could get money from the government, although it would be limited. Hell, would the government even cover this kind of thing?

Blaine sighed. They managed to rent the house fine – they would be okay.

He hoped.

"Just…go back to bed. Later on today we'll make a list and we'll go shopping, okay? And when we've been shopping, we can gently ease your dad into it, okay? We'll show him the stuff we've bought and explain it that way."

Kurt swallowed hard and nodded, letting Blaine drag him back down to the pillows, cuddling into him. Blaine's arms instinctively wrapped around him, his hands gently massaging his stomach.

"How does he feel?" Blaine whispered, nestling his face into Kurt's neck.

"Like a lump." Kurt giggled. "A big, fat lump of rock, sitting in my pelvis."

Blaine chuckled, tucking his head over Kurt's shoulder to watch his stomach.

"Hey baby." Blaine said softly, stroking the stretched skin gently.

Kurt gasped out and chuckled. "He likes your voice." He whispered. "Kicked me…really hard."

Blaine beamed widely – he was so delighted to have this opportunity – to have a baby that was completely his, and to have it with Kurt was the best thing that could ever happen to him.

Before Kurt had accepted their baby, he often watched him while Kurt was sleeping, knowing Kurt didn't like it when Blaine acknowledged the baby's existence. It was hard – trying to be a part of his life while Kurt was so adverse to it – and he honestly didn't know what he would have done if Kurt completely rejected him, or killed himself over the baby.

It just made him ecstatic to be able to be there – touching and talking and laughing and sharing him with Kurt.

"You should talk to him more." Blaine said softy.

"I feel like an idiot."

"He doesn't think so." Blaine grinned as Kurt cringed, shifting uncomfortably.

Kurt laughed. "I swear, he's sitting right on my bladder."

Blaine laughed giddily, pressing another kiss to Kurt's neck. They settled in silence, and Blaine smiled when Kurt fell back to sleep easily. Blaine nuzzled him again, glad to find Kurt filling out in his arms – gaining back the weight and looking healthier every day.

"Love you Kurt." Blaine whispered, hugging him tighter. "Love you baby."

Blaine smiled when Kurt whimpered, and closed his eyes.

^.^

When Blaine woke up, Kurt was already gone. He yawned and sat up groggily; cursing the fact that waking up at three in the morning was easier than seven.

He stumbled downstairs, finding Kurt with a glass of water and a list.

"Your coffee is on the bench." Kurt grinned. "Good morning!"

Blaine mumbled a reply, dropping a kiss to his cheek before shuffling into the kitchen with a yawn, retrieving his mug of warm coffee – just the way he liked it. Draining at least half, he refilled his mug before sitting with Kurt.

"What's the list?"

"Baby things." Kurt said softly. "Things we really need. I've been looking online and I talked to Carole – she hasn't told anyone."

"Neither have we." Blaine said softly. "It's amazing how easily you can keep a secret."

"Sure. Easy." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I haven't seen Mercedes in six months."

"She's in LA, so I wouldn't be too worried." Blaine smirked.

The only reason they had been able to keep it from everyone was the fact that everyone left – and the ones who didn't, weren't able or didn't care enough to keep in contact. But it suited Blaine and Kurt just fine. Nobody had to find out – not until the baby was born, at least.

"Whatever. Can I read it to you?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt started his list. There were the obvious – nappies, car seats, high chair, stroller, cots – and then the less obvious, like nappy soaking buckets and cotton singlets and face washers.

When he finished, Blaine took a deep breath. "Whoa."

"Yeah."

"Can't he just sleep with us? Why get a cot? We could save a lot of mone-"

"Blaine, one of us could crush him! You move so much when you sleep…what if we smother him?"

Blaine sighed. "Okay…well…can we use the bassinette as a bed? Until we can afford a cot?"

Kurt bit his lip, pulling out his phone to Google it.

"Yes!" he grinned triumphantly.

Blaine sat with him and the phone, and together they worked through the list until they had the barest minimum – and it was relatively affordable.

"We could look in second hand stores…" Kurt said softly, glancing at the list again. "I'm sure people throw this stuff out once their kids get old enough."

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, his excitement bubbling as he finished his second coffee.

"Can we go now!"

Kurt laughed. "It's only eight-thirty. The shops won't open until nine."

"Can we wait outside?"

Kurt kissed him gently, shaking his head. "Patience babe."

"But what if I don't want to be patient?" Blaine whined. Kurt laughed.

"We still need to have breakfast, and get dressed." he reminded Blaine.

Blaine glanced down at himself before looking up with a sheepish smile.

"Oops."

^.^

An hour later, finally ready to leave, Blaine waited impatiently at the door, revised shopping list tucked securely in his pocket.

"Come on Kurt!" he called up the stairs.

"You try moving fast with a great big lump in your stomach!" Kurt called back, patting his baby bump affectionately. "Daddy's a bit impatient." he told it quietly as he left the room, making his way down the stairs.

Today he'd managed to find the baggiest shirt he could – pulling off an innocent beer belly, or even a food baby. He tended not to show as much as most women in their second trimester, and for that he was thankful.

Blaine smirked when he saw the shirt, pulling it up to kiss Kurt's stomach.

"Now are we ready?"

Kurt smiled, tugging his shirt back into place.

"Maybe."

^.^

Ten minutes later they were outside of the first shop on their list - a secondhand store.

Entering, they wandered absently, quickly picking up a couple of bargains - a bagful of assorted baby clothes for only a couple of dollars, a five dollar pram. Satisfied they'd gotten everything from that store that they could, they paid and moved on.

In a couple of hours they'd picked up everything on their 'necessary' list - and quite a few that had been on their 'later' list, all for much less then they'd been expecting to spend.

When they got home, Kurt was beaming from ear to ear, carrying a few bags – the ones filled with clothes and lighter things, because those were the only ones Blaine allowed him to carry. He had turned into super-protective dad since Kurt had become more accepting – and that was how they measured time – before and after their 'incident'.

"This is so exciting!" Kurt grinned, dropping his bags and moving to help Blaine carry the cot in.

Blaine hissed playfully, warning Kurt not to touch it.

"I can do it babe. You need to rest."

Kurt huffed. "I'm not a woman."

"That's a bit sexist." He teased and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm a woman." Kurt pouted, dropping the crib and crossing his arms across his stomach protectively.

Blaine smiled.

"Well, it kinda does." he teased.

Kurt scowled at him, stomping up the stairs in a huff.

Blaine frowned at the crib

"Well shit. I guess the hormones are kicking in."

Blaine sighed and finished carrying everything in before he went upstairs to find Kurt.

Kurt was lying on his side on the bed, curled away from the door, rubbing soothing circles on his stomach. Put simply, he was sulking.

Blaine smiled a little and crawled onto the bed, touching Kurt's shoulder gently.

"Go away. Leave me and baby alone." He said softly.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Babe, you know I didn't mean it…"

Kurt rolled onto his back with a huff. "It still hurt."

Blaine kissed the side of his face, petting his hair gently.

"Come help me set up the nursery."

Kurt's eyes suddenly widened and brightened and he grinned, matching Blaine's smirk. Good old mood swings.

"I'll bring the stuff up, and you can tell me where you want them."

"Blaine. You bring the stuff up, and I'll put them where I want them."

"But…"

"Blaine." Kurt frowned, and he sighed, giving up.

"Fine."

Kurt grinned triumphantly and gasped, his hands flying to his stomach as the baby kicked. He chuckled, rubbing his hands over it soothingly.

"Baby likes it when I win."

Blaine rolled his eyes and started downstairs to gather the first piece of furniture.

^.^

Three hours or so later Kurt had finally finished organising the nursery to his satisfaction. He collapsed into the rocking chair they'd bought, hands rubbing at his baby bump.

"Must you sit on my bladder?" he mumbled to it, yawning. Blaine laughed.

"You have another three months of this."

"Don't remind me." Kurt groaned.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were passed this."

Kurt chuckled, rubbing his hands gently over his stomach and gazing at it almost fondly now. "Yeah. I love him."

Blaine grinned widely and dropped to his knees, gently spreading Kurt's thighs and nestling between them, resting his cheek on Kurt's stomach happily and wrapping his arms around Kurt.

"I love this…" Blaine whispered. "So much."

Kurt petted his hair gently, beaming down at him, before taking a deep breath.

"I guess it's time to call dad."

Blaine looked up and gulped audibly.

"What do you think he'll say?"

Kurt let out a small sigh and shrugged. "I can only see him freaking out. It's the only possible way he'd react."

Blaine found his hand and clutched at it, fishing for his mobile and giving it to Kurt.

Suddenly nervous, Kurt took the phone with shaking fingers and dialled, taking a deep breath as he waited.

"Hello?"

Blaine clutched his hand tighter.

"Yeah, it's me. I've…uh…Could you and Carole come over? I've…I've got something to show you."