As Kurt and Blaine waited eagerly for the doctors to talk to them, to tell them something, they had their fingers linked lightly in between them. Of course, they were excited, but there was also the anxious feeling that sat in the pits of their stomachs, that niggling feeling in the back of their minds that said What if...?, but that was not important right now. So, for the time being, they sat in silence, their mutuality in it a sign that their feelings and emotions were shared.

“Mister Hummel?” A doctor said, popping his head out of the door, a face mask hanging around his neck, and his green scrubs clinging to his skin.

Kurt and Blaine both stood up, their emotions showing on their faces instantly, “Yes?”, the couple said in sync.

“I mean Mister Hummel, the father of this child.”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, slight smiles on their lips, before Blaine explained “We mixed our sperm, and we don't know who's the father, nor do we desire to.” The doctor gave them a slight fleeting look before he nodded, and the two followed him, their fingers linked together.

“Hey, honey, how're you doing?” Kurt said, smiling at a tired looking Santana.

Santana smiled at the two of them, “I'm fine, no need to go all soft on me now.”

“Oh, shush, we're allowed to worry about you – you just gave birth!” Blaine said, moving towards the Hispanic and pressing a kiss to her cheek. The two then walked towards the incubator that held a baby and smiled down.

“Whatever,” she laughed, drawing their attention back. After a few minutes of chatter between the three, Santana cleared her throat and said “So, guys, why don't you go and bond with your baby girl while I catch a little shut-eye?”

Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other, Kurt squeezing Blaine's fingers a little, before the doctor cleared his throat and said “Can I now explain a few things to the two of you while Missus Pierce rests?” The couple shared a look before nodding, and following the doctor out of the room and down the corridor to a consultation room that wasn't being used. “Please, take a seat,” he said when the couple lingered in the doorway.

“Okay, so, I understand that Missus Pierce declined the prenatal tests after several discussions between the three of you, is that correct?” He said. Kurt and Blaine nodded. “Well, umm, there have been some unexpected occurrences.”

“Like?” Blaine asked, his voice worried. They had seen the baby sleeping, it had been fine. Their baby girl had been perfectly okay. Though, now that he thought about it, he didn't think he had heard of them putting every baby that was born in an incubator.

“Your baby has a chromosomal condition – a trisomy – called Down's Syndrome. Now, with this come certain illnesses, disabilities, impediments, etcetera. Tests have shown that your baby has an congenital condition called Hirschsprung's Disease, this is where there is a blockage of the large intestine due to improper muscle movement in the bowel. Now, this can be sorted through two operations, and then the likelihood that it will impact your child's future is slim. Now, are there any questions you have?”

Kurt and Blaine were silent for a moment, trying to digest what the doctor had just told them, taking it in, before Kurt said “Can you tell us a little more about Down's Syndrome, please, Doctor?” He squeezed Blaine's hand as he asked this.

“Yes, of course.” He paused, clearing his throat, “Well, Down's Syndrome is caused by the presence of all or an extra part of a chromosome on the twenty first pair. It occurs in approximately one in every seven hundred and thirty three children. The effects of it on the person vary from each case, and are discovered through growth.

“General effects though, are a lower IQ, generally of around fifty in comparison to one hundred of a child without any illnesses or diseases; physical growth is affected, with the child often having shorter limbs, and poor muscle tone; their facial features will be different to other children, and other small physical characteristics. It is most likely that your baby will be unable to read or write; and the life expectancy is slightly lower than that of a person without Down's.” He looked to the two, and have them a sign that he was finished, prompting them to ask any other questions they had.

Blaine then proceeded to ask about the operations to do with the Hirschsprung's Disease, and when they would be done, and the doctor briefly explained that a procedure called serial rectal irrigation would be done to relieve pressure in the bowel, that the unhealthy part of the colon, and the rectum would then be removed, before the healthy part of the colon would be pulled down and attached to the anus. This would be done in the baby's first year, with a colostomy being performed before if it was not possible for the procedure to be performed in one operation. He said that this was very unlikely though.

Soon, they finished talking, and Kurt and Blaine made their way back in to Santana's room to see her sleeping still, their baby looking around with one of her hands pressed against the edge of the incubator. Smiling, Blaine walked towards the plastic container holding their baby girl, dropping Kurt's hand, and pressed his own hand against the side, his palm obscuring the view of the baby's hand. Tears came to his eyes as he looked down at the child, her skin a tanned pink, and her eyes a grey-blue. She looked up at him through thick, dark lashes that rimmed almond-shaped eyes, and her pink cheeks chubby and chipmunk-like. As he looked down at her, Blaine didn't hear Kurt crossing the room, and jumped slightly when he felt the other man's arms wrap around his waist, Kurt resting his chin on his left shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“She's perfect.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.” Blaine smiled up at Kurt as he felt him move his left hand from his waist and place it atop his own, that was still on the incubator, and letting his fingers slip between his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple stayed at the hospital for several hours, waiting until Santana had woken up and speaking with her until a nurse came in and told them that visiting hours were over. After saying their goodbyes, Kurt and Blaine walked back to their car, Kurt smiling at the baby seat that had been installed for over a month due to Blaine's eagerness, and Santana's Braxton Hicks.

The next few days were spent with Kurt and Blaine going back and forth from the hospital between work, and making sure they had everything right at home. On their second visit, Kurt, Blaine, and Santana all brainstormed names for the baby. The outcome: Amelia May Pierce-Hummel. Kurt and Blaine watched as Santana doted over Amelia, held her, made a connection with her, and were glad that they had chosen a friend to be the surrogate mother and donor, instead of a total stranger. This way, the baby was still able to spend time with their mother, and live with their fathers, and see that they all got on. This meant that the baby would grow up in a stable environment, and would hopefully have the best life possible.

A few weeks later, and soon it was the night before Amelia's surgery. Kurt and Blaine lay in bed that night, Blaine's arms around Kurt's waist and his lips resting against the back of his neck. “Soon,” He murmured, kissing the pale skin lightly, “soon.”

“Mmm,” Kurt sighed happily, taking Blaine's hand from his hip and lifting it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “Everything's going to be even more perfect soon.” He smiled at the small noise of agreement Blaine made, “Goodnight. I love you, Blaine.” Kurt pressed one last kiss to the knuckle that met Blaine's gold wedding band.

“You too, beautiful.” He kissed the back of Kurt's neck one last time before he too went to sleep.

“Good news!” The operating doctor announced as they walked in to the room where Kurt and Blaine sat waiting. Santana, Kurt, and Blaine all but jumped out of their seats to shake her hand. “We were very lucky in there, and we were able to complete the procedure in one, avoiding the need for a colostomy. So, there's several weeks to a month knocked off of sorting out little Amelia. So, this is brilliant news! Now, we're going to keep her in for approximately three days to keep a check on her. After that, she should be fine to go home, and then we'll have check-ups every month or so.” She explained a few more things about the possibilities of things that could occur in adulthood, how there could be leakages internally, and other minor things. The three of them all thanked her, and then they went to the room where Amelia was being kept, and just sat and watched her sleep, her small body hooked up to several machines through the means of various wires.

“Kurt, Blaine, Amelia needs burping. Can one of you do it while I go and change, please?” Santana called, walking out of the lounge and in to the kitchen to hand Amelia to one of them. She then made her way towards their spare room. Her and Brittany had been living with them since Amelia was born. The four of them had decided that it was the best, and most efficient thing to do, so as to make it easier for Amelia to be breast fed, and so that she had her mother if she needed her. It was unknown as to how long the five would live together, but it wasn't too much of a worry as they all got along perfectly.

“I'll do it.” Kurt said, taking Amelia from Santana, leaving Blaine to help Brittany make them all some dinner. He held her against his chest so that her head was resting on his shoulder and began to firmly rub her back, patting occasionally until she burped. Her burps always made him giggle because, well, they were really quite cute, so quiet, short, and high-pitched. She then began to relax in his hold, and he smiled, walking over to Blaine and Brittany, pressing a light kiss to Blaine's lips, and asking if he wanted Amelia.

“I'll leave you with Millie, she's already dosing off on you.” Blaine smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners slightly. “You two go in to the lounge, and I'll bring you some tea in – is green okay?”

“That's perfect. Thank you, honey.” Kurt smiled his thanks before going to settle down on the sofa, his legs crossed and Amelia resting in them, her head against his arm. Kurt smiled down at her. She had mesmerising blue eye, a cute button nose, that everyone said was adorable whenever they saw her, and the pinkest lips Kurt had ever seen. She also had lovely thick, dark hair that was so soft. “She's going to grow up to be a beautiful little lady.” Kurt said as Blaine placed his drink on the coffee table and sat beside them.

“With impeccable taste.” Blaine grinned at Kurt, placing his hand on his knee and resting his head on his shoulder.

Later that night, Kurt and Blaine stood over Amelia's cot, watching her as she drifted off to sleep, the two of them humming a light lullaby. Blaine placed his hand atop Kurt's, that was resting on the rail of the cot, and slowly stroked his thumb over his knuckles, smiling lightly. When they were sure Amelia was asleep, Kurt went in to Brittany and Santana's room and pulled the sheets up over them. Santana had gone to lay down after she had fed Amelia before bed, and Brittany had gone in to check on her, and had obviously fallen asleep. The two lay spooning, Brittany holding her wife, her face nuzzled in to her neck. Kurt made sure to pick up the alarm clock on the way out, turning it off and placing it on the coffee table, knowing that the two of them were just as tired as they were.

Kurt and Blaine fell asleep on the sofa that night, the two of them leaning against one another, the throw draped over their laps. Of course, their sleep only lasted a couple of hours before they were up and seeing to Amelia before the girls would wake.

“Dada.”

It was Amelia's favourite word. At a year and three months, she had said her first word, and if it hadn't been a magical moment. They had been walking down the street, Amelia on Blaine's shoulders, the five of them on the way to their favourite coffee shop, and then she had randomly at something and said “Dada”. At first, they were all too surprised, shocked, and amazed to do anything, but then Brittany had said “Millie, your daddy's there, that's a unicorn.”, and laughed as she looked at a small girl, of about four or five, walking down the street with an oversized, stuffed unicorn tucked under her arm as she skipped down the street alongside her mother who was pushing a stroller with a podgy baby in it.

Now, as Kurt mixed the cupcake batter, Amelia in Blaine's arms, trying to dip her fingers in to the mix, Amelia said it again “Dada!”, angrily almost, as Kurt pulled the bowl out of her reach.

Blaine laughed, and said “Millie, there's no need to be so angry. Honestly, I think you got your Mamma's range.”

“I heard that!” Santana called from the lounge, a laugh following shortly afterwards.

Amelia scrunched her nose before reaching out towards the bowl again, frowning when Kurt tutted at her and moved it away again. When she had turned to look at Blaine, Kurt dipped his finger in to the batter and quickly placed some on his daughter's nose, and then his husband's nose. He grinned as Millie giggled and licked the batter off of her nose (one of the benefits of her having a slightly longer tongue), and Blaine attempted to reach it with his own tongue, falling short as he barely reached a little above his lip. Kurt leaned towards the shorter man and quickly kissed him, making sure to lick the batter off of his nose after, scrunching his own nose as he laughed lightly.

“Can I lick the bowl after?” Blaine whispered in to Kurt's ear, a slightly suggestive tone in his voice.

Kurt's cheeks burned as he pulled away and squeaked “Blaine!”

Grinning and shaking his head slightly, Blaine smirked and said “Kurt, I was being serious; you know how much I love your cupcake mix.” He grinned even bigger and pressed a light kiss to Kurt's lips before walking out of the kitchen and through to the lounge, and Kurt didn't miss the way Blaine swayed his hips a little more than usual as he made his way out, talking with Amelia and Santana.

Putting his hands on his cheeks, Kurt turned around and rested his elbows on the worktop, hoping his cheeks would cool down before he continued to bake. Once this was achieved, he continued to beat the batter one last time before putting the cupcake cases in to the tray and spooning the batter in to it, placing the tray in the oven after.

“Blaine, honey, bowl's ready for licking!” Kurt called through to the lounge, placing it on the counter, instantly saying “Santana, don't even think about it.”, after, in a warning tone.

“I wouldn't dream of it, Kurt. No, I wouldn't, Millie, would I? Mamma would never say anything bad, would she?” By then, Santana had turned to her baby-talk voice.

Kurt poked his head around the door frame to see Millie look at her mother and grin widely, shaking her head, light giggles coming from her, her dark pigtails flying back and forth. He grinned as Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist, and then there was batter on his nose as Blaine's finger had brushed against it. Kurt was glad that they had decided to just get a bigger apartment and keep it as the five of them living together. He couldn't imagine his life without Brittany and Santana permanently residing in it – they were a huge part of his family.

“Bye, Daddy, and Mommy!” (she just referred to all of them as Daddy and Mommy, and each of them knew whom she was talking to by the way she pronounced it), Millie said, hugging each of them in turn before she skipped off towards the kindergarten entrance, her pigtails swinging back and forth, her lunch bag making the same motion. She sopped in the doorway, looking back and waving sheepishly at them before she grinned and went in to the classroom. And then her giggling could be heard as the door swung shut slowly, Kurt, Blaine and Santana dabbing at their eyes as Brittany held Santana, telling her that Millie was a big girl, and that she would be fine, and would come home with lots of 'awesome stories' to tell them.

And Brittany was right. At three in the afternoon, the four of them found themselves standing in the kindergarten playground, waiting for their daughter to come out of the classroom. “Daddy!” Millie screamed, running towards Kurt and Blaine, papers flapping about in her hands.

“Oh, sweetie! How was your first day of kindergarten?” Kurt said as he looked down at the little girl clinging one of his legs and one of Blaine's.

“Pictures! Pictures!” Millie cried, letting go of their legs and waving the papers that were in her hands about. She handed one to each of the four of them, grinning proudly.

Each of them had different pictures they found out later that evening. As they drove home in the car, Millie explained that each of their pictures were of them with her. It was uncanny how much they resembled each of them. Brittany's blonde hair, and her... vertical advantage; Santana's long dark hair and tanned skin; Blaine's dark curls and a brightly coloured bow tie; Kurt's bright blue eyes and chestnut hair.

Kurt smiled to himself as he watched Blaine glide through the water, Amelia clinging to his back, her bright pink goggles the same colour as her swimming costume. And as Kurt swam beside them, he couldn’t resist glancing at Blaine’s still-toned chest. And then he decided to be cheeky, and swam beneath the two, his toes skimming the floor as he kicked so that he was in Blaine’s line of sight, and moved to brush his lips against his husband’s, then swimming backwards and up, causing Amelia to grin. Kurt swam to the surface, treading water as he waited for the other two to emerge. When they did, he grinned, smiling at part of his family. And then they were joined by the other half; Santana and Brittany had swum over from their spot at the edge of the pool, and were making faces at Amelia, causing her to giggle and clap her hands that were still wrapped around Blaine’s neck.

“I want... to try.” Amelia suddenly said, tapping the side of Blaine’s head, a look of determination on her features. For months she had asked to be able to swim, and both Kurt and Blaine had felt that it wasn’t an appropriate time, that she wasn’t ready, and had constantly made excuses for her not to. That was their fatherly instinct kicking in more so than usual.

“Sure, honey!” Santana piped in, swimming closer to Blaine so that Amelia could latch on to her back. When the small, dark haired girl was on her mother's back, Santana began to swim down to the shallow end. The other three soon followed, Brittany being considerably slower due to her large, swollen stomach. When all of them were together, Brittany began to explain to Amelia how to move her arms and legs to swim (Santana had suggested that she should because it would be easiest for Amelia to relate to), while Kurt and Blaine crouched down in the water, watching the two women slowly begin to teach their daughter how to swim. Their fingers stayed linked under the water as they marvelled at how fast Amelia took in what her mothers told her.

When it came to getting out of the pool and leaving her new-found, if not totally doable (she was still not able to swim, thought she had made brilliant progress), love, Amelia was not as cooperative. As Kurt and Blaine went to fetch the group's towels from the lockers, Santana and Brittany explained – well, attempted to – to Amelia that it was time to get out of the pool.

“No!” Amelia shouted, furrowing her brow and slapping at the water.

“Honey, listen, it's time to go home now. We have to get out of the pool and go and get washed and dried now so we can go out for dinner, like we said we would earlier.” Santana told Amelia, offering her hand out to her daughter as she stood at the edge of the pool.

“No! S'immin'! I like s'immin'! Don't want to go yet.” (She struggled to say the word 'swimming', and 's'immin'' was her way of saying it).

“But, Millie, we have to go now. Come on, Momma's tired and wants to go and eat.” Brittany put in, sending her wife's daughter (though she always said that Amelia was her daughter, and that she was her mother), a pleading look.

Santana looked at Brittany and saw the exhaustion on her face, saw how tired she was, and how she was close to begging Amelia. “Look, Millie, we have to leave now. I don't care whether you want to go or not, we have to. Your mommy's not feeling well and we need to go now.” Santana's voice was firm and strong, authority oozing from it as she spoke. She then went closer to Amelia and picked her up, despite her cries of protest and hits to her shoulder, and climbed out of the pool, carrying her on her hip and clenching her teeth.

“Santana, you kno-”

“Kurt, don't.” Santana said, cutting off the brunet, her tone flat and full of annoyance. Santana let Blaine take Amelia from him, and just stood still as he carried her to the shower rooms, shushing her as he tried to calm her down. After a moment, she turned to her wife and said “Britt, why don't you go and get a shower, I'll be a minute, yeah.”

“Babe, are you okay?” The blonde asked, putting a hand on Santana's arm, a caring look on her face.

“I'm... I'm fine. Please, just... go and get ready, yeah?” A slightly dejected and confused look crossed Brittany's face before she did as Santana asked and left, following after Blaine and Amelia. She then fell in to Kurt's open arms and took a deep, shuddering breath, the tears that she was trying to hold back apparent.

“Sssh, it's okay.” Kurt said, running his fingers through her hair.

Santana looked up to him with pleading, tear-brimmed eyes, and said “I know! I know I shouldn't have just given in and picked her up, but... it's just... Brittany, and she was being so stubborn, and I just...”, she stopped to take a long, ragged breath, “I can't - I'm not like you and Blaine! – I'm not a tolerant person... I just... it's hard, you know? I feel like... like I'm not doing it right, or that... I don't even know any more!”

“Shush. Sweetie, it's fine. It's all okay. I know what you mean. We all find it a little hard to be patient, and Millie, she is stubborn – she gets that from you – but we just have to... we just have to try. At the end of the day, it's all we can do.” Her gave her a light squeeze before letting go of her saying “Come on, let's go and get ready, yeah?” Santana wiped her eyes and nodded, taking the hand he extended to her.

When the two of them got to the shower rooms, they saw Brittany and Blaine smiling at Amelia as she giggled at the shampoo suds that ran down her body and tickled her. Once the two had finished cleaning off Amelia, they wrapped her up in a big towel and she walked towards Santana and Kurt, clinging to Brittany's hand, and looked up to Santana, muttering out a 'sorry' before looking back down to the floor and walking towards the exit. “Hold on a second, sweetie.” Brittany said. She then looked to Santana and smiled, squeezing the Hispanic's upper arm and sending her a sweet smile.

Thank you, Santana mouthed to the woman she loved, telling Amelia that it was okay, and that she should go with Mommy and get dressed. As the two left, Santana and Kurt giggled as they heard Amelia pose the question once again why is your tummy fat? She had asked it so many times, and she seemed to forget every time one of them replied with 'because there's a little baby brother or sister growing inside your mommy's tummy'.

“Jamie!” Amelia shouted, annoyance in her voice as she frowned at her younger brother, who sat at the opposite end of the couch, making 'gun' noises, and other noises that a young boy would make when playing with his action figures. The blond haired boy ignored her, continuing to play in his own little world.

“Ow!” The six year old chirped, his head snapping towards the culprit who had thrown a pillow at him. “Dad!”

Blaine's head popped in from around the kitchen doorway, and he said “What's going on in here, you two?”

“She threw the pillow at me!”

“No!” Amelia quickly defended, glaring at her sibling.

“Millie, tell me the truth: did you throw a pillow at Jamie?” Blaine said, now in the lounge and looking at his daughter.

“No.” Upon seeing Blaine glare at her, she sighed, huffed, and then put a hand to her face, blocking Blaine from her view. It was something they had learnt that Amelia did when she knew she was in the wrong, or when she wasn't getting her way. It was like, if she didn't have to see it – if she blocked it out – then it wasn't happening, and she wasn't in the wrong. To be quite honest, it annoyed them all to no end, but it was just something that she did, something that they were unable to stop her doing.

“Fine then, Millie, no TV.” Blaine said, grabbing the remote and hitting the power button to turn it off. Blaine rolled his eyes and exhaled as he heard Amelia grunt and Jamie sigh (apparently, he had been paying attention to the TV through his game). He then walked back in to the kitchen and continued to make dinner. Brittany and Santana were at Brittany's parent's house for their twenty fifth wedding anniversary, and Kurt was at work. So, today was Blaine's turn to play housewife, and he would admit that it was a job that he had a love-hate relationship with. He loved it when everything ran smoothly, but he hated when there were moments like this one and he had to play the good guy that seemed like the bad guy.

“Can we have the TV on now, Dad?” Blaine heard after ten minutes of silence, from Jamie. He walked in to the lounge and saw the two looking at him with pleading eyes. He raised an eyebrow at Amelia, and watched as she looked at her brother, rubbed her fist over her chest in a circular motion and quietly whispered 'sorry'. Blaine then went and turned on the TV, smiling at his children (no matter what people said, he would always say that he had two children: a son and a daughter), as their faces lit up. He then returned to the kitchen once again.

Kurt walked through the door, and when he heard the clanging of lids being taken off of pans and being put back on, he did not say hello. Instead, he quietly took of his shoes and coat, put his back on the hook and slowly made his way in to the lounge, putting a finger over his lips in a shushing motion as the kids went to say their greetings to him. He then pointed to the kitchen with his other hand, a finger still on his lips. The two bit their lips, stifling the laughter that wanted to come because they knew what was going to happen next. Kurt smiled at the two before slowly creeping in to the kitchen and wrapping his arms around his husband's waist, causing the man at the stove to jump slightly before falling in to his embrace. Kurt pressed a light kiss to the back of Blaine's neck, rubbing the tip of his nose against the spot before meeting Blaine's lips after he had turned his head. And as the kiss became more intense, a sizzling noise interrupted. Kurt instantly pulled a hand from Blaine's waist to grab the handle of the saucepan of pasta that was bubbling over and lift it away. Then he continued to kiss the shorter man, using his other hand to turn off the stove.

“We're back!” Santana and Brittany shouted, the thumping of bags being dropped on the floor following their greeting.

Instantly, a chorus of “Mommy!” came from the two who had been occupied by the TV previously. Kurt and Blaine placed the six plates of hot food on to the table before spilling in to the lounge to meet their best friends.

“Hey, guys!” Blaine said, smiling at the image of the two women hugging their children. Kurt had gone for the option of just going to join the hug, forgetting about pleasantries. Blaine soon followed suit.

And the night ended with the six of them sitting at the table tucking in to their meal, courtesy of Blaine, and talking about anything and everything. It was something so simple, and something that the four adults would never give up. It was the thing that just made their day, being with their family.