“Your what?!!”

“Hell to the what?”

“Huh?”

“You guys are together?”

“Wait, you guys aren‘t together. Why do you have a baby?”

All the questions, and confused statements all came at once. Words blurred in a loud medley of voices.

Kurt scrunched his face up in a frustrated scowl. Blaine watched as Kurt clenched and unclenched his fists. All signs that Kurt was about to have an outburst of the thing most on his mind, knowing that there was no way to calm him down in his current state of mind, Blaine stepped a few feet away from him. Lizzy wriggled in his arms in discomfort, obviously confused by the ruckus all around the room.

“Everyone just -just shut the hell up!” shouted Kurt.

Silence.

Kurt opened his mouth to speak again. Snap at them; for not letting him explain, for judging him and Blaine for not being together. For-

But something stopped him.

A small squeaking plea from a few feet away. Kurt turned his attention to the direction of the noise.

Blaine was lightly bouncing Lizzy over his shoulder, whispering sweet, comforting phrases in her ear as she started to cry.

Seeing this, Kurt instinctively calmed down. “Oh, Lizzy.” he whispered in concern, making his way towards the weeping baby.

Her cries grew louder, face going scarlet with every passing second. “Lizzy, I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to yell, I‘m so sorry.” Kurt said, voice full of regret. “Sshhh, it‘s alright.” Kurt gently took Lizzy from Blaine, and cradled her into his chest.

Lizzy’s cries quietened ever so slightly, eventually they turned into light sniffles and hiccups. “Blaine, can you-”

“I‘m on it.” Blaine interrupted, knowing what Kurt was going to ask for. He knelt down next to Kurt and looked through the diaper bag hanging by Kurt’s side. He pulled out the small, white bear. He handed it to Kurt.

“Thank you.” mumbled Kurt “Look Lizzy!” he said in a cheerfully desperate tone “Look who it is!” he turned Lizzy’s attention to the bear.

Lizzy looked at the blue-nosed bear and pointed “mmbeh.” she claimed, reaching for it.

“Yeah, that‘s your bear.” he said as Lizzy snuggled back into his chest, clutching the small teddy like a lifeline. “My clever girl.” he swayed gently, resting one hand on the back of his daughters head. He kissed her. “You‘re okay.”

It was then Kurt remembered about the dozen or so eyes watching him. Everybody was watching him with judging and/or curious eyes.

Kurt felt Blaine’s hand rest upon his shoulder, the comforting heat radiating through his body and calming him even more. They looked at each other.

We’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

“So, you and Kurt just…decided to have a baby?”

Things had calmed down after about 20 minutes, when the initial shock of the baby wore off. Currently, Blaine was sitting on the sofa. Lizzy was sitting on his lap, one arm fixed securely around the snow white bear as she happily rattled her drool-covered plastic keys in her other hand.

Kurt and Blaine had explained everything as best as they could to their friends and Kurt’s family, by the time they had finished explaining the second time, most of the people in the house had stopped asking questions and started to act relatively normal again. Kurt had went into the kitchen with Carol, to help finish cooking dinner, leaving Blaine to deal with Finn’s repetitive questions. And, honestly, it was beginning to annoy him.

“For the ump-teenth time, Finn,” Blaine said with an almost undetectable bite to his tone “The adoption agency called and said that we‘d made an appointment with them. When we went there, we didn‘t know we‘d actually end up taking her home with us. But-” Blaine’s voice softened as Lizzy sneezed loudly. He chuckled lightly, turning her around so it was easier for him to clean her nose and wipe the majority of drool off of her chin, with a clean handkerchief. “I guess, we couldn‘t say no.”

“Yeah, I got that. But, Blaine-”

“That‘s enough questions, Finn.” Burt interrupted, “He‘s explained it to you a thousand times in the last half hour.”

Finn grunted a small “fine.” Whilst Blaine mouthed “thank you” to Burt, to which Burt replied with a wink.

“Anyway,” Burt continued, sitting next to Blaine “How old is she?” he held out his finger to see if Elizabeth would grab it, when she didn’t, he went to lightly tickle her toes.

“6 months.” Blaine replied, as Lizzy squirmed happily in his lap, playfully kicking her legs out of Burt’s grasp.

“May I?” Burt asked, his hands pointed towards the infant.

“Oh, sure.” answered Blaine, slowly handing his daughter to Kurt’s Dad. When Lizzy showed no signs of protest for being in the older mans arms, Blaine let her go completely and settled down into the couch.

“Hey.” Burt cooed, bringing Lizzy up to his eye level “I…guess I‘m your Grandpa.” he said, a little awkwardly. “And even though I didn‘t know you existed an hour ago, chances are I‘m going to spoil you rotten when I get the chance.”

“So…” Carole started “how‘s being a father treating you?”

Kurt’s face lit up at the question, he set the large, plastic spoon he was using in the sink. “It‘s different, not in a bad way. Quite the opposite, actually. It‘s…wonderful.” he sighed, happily. “I mean, I knew I always wanted to be a dad, but I never realised I‘d enjoy it this much! It‘s so rewarding. Everytime she smiles or laughs at the simplest things, a little part of me just…melts!!” Kurt celebrated, smiling with pride. Carole covered her mouth to suppress her amusement, while Kurt seemed to be trying to get all of his feelings out in one breath. Kurt gasped, filling his lungs with air once more. “And Blaine, he‘s loving it too. Sometimes I find them curled up on the couch or on Blaines bed just watching TV, or laughing at each other. I swear, I think I walked in on them plotting against me! -Carole, I‘m being serious! Stop laughing!- I walked in, and I heard Blaine say; ‘And that, Lizzy, that’s when we’ll striiii- OH! Hi! Kurt!’” Kurt mimicked, in Blaines tone voice. “Honestly, Carole, there‘s never a dull moment in our apartment right now.”

Carole smiled “I‘m glad you‘re both enjoying yourselves. And her name‘s Elizabeth. Same as your mom’s isn‘t it? Did you get to choose and change her name? Or was it just a coincidence? Because I know that you always wanted to name one of your children after your mom.”

“Coincidence… I actually didn‘t think about her name when we got her, but yeah, my moms name was Elizabeth too.” Kurt beamed “That‘s really sweet that you remembered that I wanted to name one of my kids that-”

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“Oh, the pork’s done.” he said, opening the oven and placed the well-cooked meat onto the countertop.

Together, Carole and Kurt set the dinner table. They were about to dish the dinner out when-

“Kurt!” Blaine yelped from the other room. “Kurt. Please! Ow.”

“What‘s wrong?” Kurt called, dashing into the living room. He looked at his hobbit of a best friend, and laughed.

This morning, back at their apartment, Blaine had insisted on gelling his hair down, much like he did in high school. Mostly because he was still embarrassed about his ‘baby fine’ bushy hair, around Kurt he was fine, but around more than a couple people, he got self conscience. As mush as Kurt tried to convince him not to, Blaine refused to see reason.

Well, he’ll think twice before doing that again.

Blaine was holding Lizzy over his shoulder, his face and body tense with pain. Apparently, gelling his hair down to a rock solid state of hardness wasn’t enough to stop their small baby from digging her dagger-like fingers into Blaines tightly compact scalp.

“Kurt, stop it!” Blaine whined “This isn‘t funny! It hurts!”

“HA! I told you not to bother with the gel helmet!” he said, not bothering to cover up his amusement.

“Yeah, well… Save the ‘I told you so’ speech later.” Blaine rushed “Please. Just get her off my ha-air. OW, Lizzy!” he pleaded, as she pulled tighter.

Smiling, Kurt pried the clueless infants hand out of his best friends hair, muttering a small “Its okay, I don’t like the gel either.”

“Oh, my god! Thank you.” Blaine sighed, holding his -now matted- hair.

“I love how a toddler manages to hurt you, and everyone sits and laughs.” Kurt said, gesturing to the rest of the room, some of the still laughing.

“Yeah, they’re a bunch of…” Blaine trailed off, looking at his daughter “…meanies.” he finished, lamely.

“Sorry, I would’ve helped you,” Wes admitted “but I thought ‘hobbit vs. baby’ was fair game.”

Blaine glared at him before turning away and heading towards the staircase.

“I’m going to wash this crap out of my hair…” he said, grumpily, ignoring the cheers in  living room and the standing ovation he received off Wes.

Everyone sat around the dinner table, catching up on what everyone had been up to: Mercedes had an album on the way out, Sam was now her manager; Puckerman was fired from another job for sleeping with his boss’ daughter; Wes just broke up with his girlfriend, and Finn, when asked where Rachel was,  claimed that Rachel wasn’t well. Kurt and Blaine? Well…

After about 10 minutes of rummaging through their rental car, Kurt and Blaine had come to realise that they’d forgotten to pack Lizzy’s high chair. So, Lizzy ended up sitting on Blaine’s lap, happily sucking on her bottle while Blaine steadied her with one hand and ate with the other. Kurt, who was sitting next to them, kept glancing at them, ready to put Lizzy in his lap if need be.

Burt was telling everyone what was happening at his shop (Hummel Tires and Lube), when Lizzy threw her bottle onto the floor, the low thump echoing as it bounced.

Kurt bent down and picked it up. He handed it to his daughter, only for it to be thrown to the floor once more.

“What’s wrong, Lizzy?” he picked up the half empty bottle again and slowly pushing it towards her mouth. Lizzy turned her head away, mumbling something that obviously meant ‘no’.

“Alright then.” said Kurt, placing the bottle onto the table.

They all carried on eating dinner, Lizzy wriggling in Blaines lap even more now that she had nothing to occupy her, making it difficult for Blaine to eat and support her at the same time. Nevertheless, Blaine tried to keep eating one handed, until he nearly dropped his fork.

“Lizzy!” he whispered, urgently as he put his back on his plate.

Upon seeing this, Kurt gently took Lizzy from him “I’ll take her now, so you can finish your dinner.” he said, placing the fussy toddler on his own knee.

“Thank you.”

When dinner was over, everyone put their dishes in the sink, and started to head towards the living room. Except Burt that is. After he put his dishes in the sink, he sat back down at the table.

It was then Kurt heard the sentence that he had been nervous to her all day.

“Kurt,” Burt called, just as Kurt was nearly out the kitchen, “can I speak to you for a moment?”