Both men wanted children, but there was so much that went along with that. Were they ready? Would they be good parents?

And of course the most important question of all;

How?

Ironically, the most important question was the most easily answered.

"Well of course I'll be carrying your child for you," Rachel had announced one night while drying the dishes and handing them to Kurt to be put away.

It was a tradition that they had since the week that Blaine had finally joined Kurt in New York City all those gets ago. Every Friday night, they would get together at Kurt and Blaine's apartment and prepare a meal together. There was undoubtedly a lot of singing and dancing, but these dinners were also when they got a chance to discuss the most important issues at hand.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, whipping around to look at Rachel in the eye and nearly losing the plate he had in his hand in the process.

"Give me that," Rachel huffed, taking the plate from Kurt and cradling it to her chest, "if you can't even hold a plate carefully how will you ever hold your child?"

"Rach- I just I think you caught Kurt off guard. You caught me off guard! What did you mean exactly…?" Blaine trailed off, gripping the edge of the sink tightly.

"I thought that much was obvious really. I'm in no committed relationship, and I don't see myself being in one anytime soon. You can't deny that I have exemplary body and face structure, and don't lie and say you don't care about that. Everybody wants a pretty baby. Also with my natural talent paired with either of yours the baby will have even more chance of being as fabulous as us. And besides, I'm not too sure I want children anyways. I want to be a crazy Aunt that spoils the child rotten, but I want to continue to be selfish enough to be able to go home afterwards to silence. Also, I am your best friend. I assumed I'd be the first one you'd ask," Rachel explained simply with an air of over confidence, the way only she could.

"I-" Kurt began, welling up and grabbing Blaine's hand.

"Could it really be that easy?" Blaine whispered, half asking Rachel and half asking himself.

"Well I don't see why not," Rachel said smiling with her hands on her hips.

The two boys gathered her in their arms and cried and hugged and laughed harder than they ever had before.

It may have seemed easy, but really it wasn't. There were doctors and appointments and harsh words and late nights and one debacle with a frosty and melted peanut butter that they all swore never to bring up.

And of course there were hormones. So many pregnant lady hormones.

"I thought I got a free pass from doing this when I opted for guys," Blaine said, glaring playfully at Rachel who was lounging on the couch, her extended tummy poking out of her red top.

"Don't pretend Kurt doesn't make you rub his feet," she snarked, giggling.

"Yeah mister, I'm up next!" Kurt called from the kitchen.

Blaine was so happy, even if he was being forced to rub Rachel's feet against his will. These three were a family, the family he had always wanted in his life. And soon enough they would be four. Rachel and the baby were happy and healthy and Blaine wanted to cry tears of joy every night when he went to be with Kurt, knowing that soon the empty spot in their hearts would soon be filled with a beautiful bundle of joy.

In his extreme joy, Blaine began to hum "Teenage Dream" happily rubbing away at Rachel's feet.

"Oh my god!" Rachel gasped, shooting up suddenly and almost sending Blaine toppling off the couch.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, panicking slightly.

Rachel didn't answer, merely grabbing Blaine's hand and resting it on her stomach commanding him to hum.

"Wha-?"

"Just hum Blaine!' She shouted.

Bewildered, Blaine continued to caress Rachel's stomach and shakily hum his song.

And then he felt it.

The fleeting pressure of a tiny foot coming into contact with his hand through the walls of Rachel's stomach.

"Rachel," he gasped, tears in his eyes.

"KURT! KURT COME QUICK!" Rachel bellowed, giggling tearfully.

"What-what's wrong!" Kurt gasped, running in a falling down to Rachel's side.

Smiling, Blaine took his hand and placed it where his had been, and then leaning closer, he hummed softly.

"Oh my god," Kurt sobbed out. Tears of joy were filling his eyes to match Rachel's and Blaine's.

"Feel that? That's your baby!" Rachel said breathlessly, "Go on say hello, he wants to meet his parents, I can tell!"

"Hi baby," Kurt began, trying to still his shaky voice, "Hi, oh it's so good to meet you. I'm Dad and right here is Daddy," Kurt pulled Blaine up a little closer, "And we already love you so much."

"We love you so much and we can wait to see you!" Blaine added, smiling and whipping the tears from his eyes.

Kurt turned to Blaine, beaming, and they couldn't help but fall into each other's arms, shaking and smiling and kissing with a new found passion of creating and shaping a life together.

"Your daddies are being gross and kissing and crying all over each other. I promise they aren't usually this crazy; they just are so excited to know you're there. I'm Auntie Rachel by the way and I am going to teach you everything there is to know about Broadway and how to be a diva," Rachel cooed, shifting between smiling at her two best friends, and beaming at her belly.

"We are not gross," Blaine mumbled, rearranging himself to fit between the back of the couch and Rachel.

"We are excited though!" Kurt beamed, kissing Rachel's forehead and shimmying so that he was laying on the opposite side of her, his had interlocked with Blaine's over her belly.

"I know boys," she grinned, laying her hand on top of theirs and letting her eyes drift closed, "I know.

The three of them began to drift off into a content slumber.

That is until Kurt leaned over to whisper, "I wasn't kidding about that foot rub."

Rachel and Blaine broke out into silent giggles, shaking the couch with laughter.

This kid was getting one hell of a family.