“Okay, that just sounds like a maid's name.”

“Arielle?”

“Too French.”

“Dominique?”

“Seriously?”

“I don't know what you want from me here, Blaine!” Kurt cried in exasperation.

“You know I have a few suggestions too,” Blaine offered.

“Fine, go,” Kurt sighed.

“Sarah?”

“Too plain.”

“Jane?”

“You've gotta be kidding me.”

“Anna?”

“Blaine, seriously? We're never gonna agree on this,” Kurt sighed.

“We're naming our baby girl! I think we have to agree,” Blaine stressed. Kurt just gave his husband a tired look and sat down on the leather couch in silence. “I've got one more,” Blaine told him. Kurt gave him a half-hearted wave of the hand, prompting him to speak. “Makayla.”

Kurt sat up on the couch. “Makayla,” he repeated, feeling it out on his tongue. “Makayla, Makayla, Makayla.”

“Now it's just starting to lose meaning.”

“I actually like it,” Kurt smiled.

“Gee, thanks,” Blaine muttered.

“No, seriously, Blaine,” Kurt grinned, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around his husband's neck. Blaine grinned and enveloped his husband in a huge hug. “Makayla Hope Hummel-Anderson,” Kurt whispered to himself.

And in that moment, he knew they were going to be a beautiful family.