Six hour and forty-seven minutes later, Kurt and Blaine got hold their baby boy for the very first time.

"It was you," Kurt said, happy tears clouding his eyes.

The two boys had both donated sampled with strict directions that the sample be chosen at random with nobody knowing whose sperm was being used.

But now, holding his baby in his arms, there was no doubt in his mind that it had been Blaine's.

The beautiful hazel eyes had been a dead giveaway.

"The next one will be yours," Blaine cooed, kissing his husband and then their son.

"You guys gotta give me a few months to recuperate before you go impregnating me again!" Rachel had called from the hospital bed.

"Oh no, well give you a couple years more than likely!" Kurt giggled as Blaine scooped up their son and made silly faces at him.

"Let me see my nephew!" Rachel demanded.

Without a second thought, Blaine handed over the wide eyes boy.

"Well hello there sweet cheeks! I'm Auntie Rachel! I may have done the pushing but now you and your papas have your whole lives to live together!" She cooed happily.

Rachel was released from the hospital three days later with a wave and a "good luck boys!" She had pumped them some breast milk and was on her way to a warm bath and a normal sized tummy.

Everything was absolutely perfect. Blaine and Kurt had never been happier in their entire life. They had a real family now! They were parents and they absolutely adored it. Maxwell Anthony Anderson-Hummel was the most beautiful, most well behaved baby in the history of infants.

That is, until it was time to move him up to big boy food.

Burt and Carole Hummel had finally found the time and money to come meet their grandson three months after he was born. They we're due anytime now, and Kurt was determined to show off his and Blaine's parenting skills by having Max eating his Gerber baby meal by the time they arrived.

"Come on Blaine," Kurt said, rolling his sleeves up, "It can't be that hard!"

Blaine grabbed the can of stewed carrots and sniffed lightly.

"Oh my lord how can he eat that?"

"It tastes good! Babies like it!" Kurt said defensively, scooping Max up and putting him in his highchair.

Blaine sniffed questioningly again, and pursed his lips in thought.

"Blaine Anderson-Hummel if you taste that baby food I will lock you in the linen closet," Kurt said, his hand on his hip and glaring at Blaine.

Blaine smiled sheepishly, and pecked his husband on the cheek.

"Okay Dad let's do this!" He announced, grabbing Kurt's hand and skipping closer to Max.

"Hey there Max-a-million!" Blaine said in a goofy voice making his beautiful son (as well as his beautiful husband) smile at him, " We're gonna eat some yummy carrots today! Open up big boy!"

Blaine scooped a little bit of carrot on to the pastel colored spoon and swooped it closer to Max's mouth.

Like the obedient little fella he was, Max opened his mouth and took the carrots.

"That's my big boy!" Blaine cooed, giving Max eskimo kisses.

Smiling, Max made what would've been the most adorable baby noise ever, if his mouth hadn't been full of stewed carrot.

Blaine blinked and wiped the orange muck from his eyes. His son had just essentially rasberried stewed carrot all over his face. And if the way his son was now giggling like a mad man was anything to go by, he thought it was hilarious.

"Oh Blaine!" Kurt snickered at his poor husband.

"If it's so funny toy try!" Blaine said flippantly, but there was no heat behind his glare. Wiping his face off on Max's burping cloth, he gestures to Kurt that it was his turn up at bat.

"Hey Maxie, did you get Daddy all yucky? How bout we let Dad try?" Kurt cooed, leaning closer.

Max blinked slowly at his father, and then his adorable little face broke out into what could only be a wicked grin, and he reached for the container of food. Gripping his chubby little baby hands around it he scooped up some carrot in his little baby fist and proceeded to chuck the handful straight at his Dad, who was much to shocked to even try and dodge it.

It was Blaine's turn to laugh at his husband.

"How is it that Rachel is his biological mother, were his parents, but he got Finn's sense of humor?" Blaine asked while he cleaned off his husband's face.

"Did somebody mention Uncle Finn?" A loud, booming voice sounded thought the apartment.

"Forget Finn! What about Grandpa!" Another loud voice called.

Finn, Carole, and Burt Hummel-Hudson all waltzed into the kitchen together in search of the boys.

"Oh my," Carole giggled when she took in Kurt and Blaine's sheepish expressions and their carrot covered clothes.

"What in the world happened?" Burt asked laughing, and swooping over to pick up his grandson.

Max was absolutely enthralled with his grandfather's bald head.

"Let's just say you'll be please to know that Maxie has an arm on him," Blaine explained smiling, "Hey Dad, Hey Mom, Hello Finn!" He greeted each one of them with a hug as Kurt did the same.

"That's my boy!" Burt cheered, making silly faces at Max who was loving life.

All of a sudden a strange look passed Max's face. He stared straight at his grandfather and burped right in his face.

The entire room broke out into laughter.

"Don't worry," Kurt said in between chuckles, "We've learned that that means he likes you!"