It's not gonna be pink

"Okay, so how about we do a kick for yes and nothing for no. How does that sound?"

Blaine got a kick in response. "Ha - see Kurt, this will be easy."

Kurt just raised an eyebrow at his overexcited boyfriend. "Honey, you do realize that babies kick, like whenever they want to, right? I would've thought that you, being the smart boy you are, would know that. She's responding to your voice and knows it's you."

"...you love ruining my fun, don't you?"

"I just don't want you to be disappointed when you don't get the answers you want. And why are you asking her opinion anyway? She doesn't know what colors look like yet! And in case you haven't noticed, the kicking is starting to hurt. I don't mind when she's in the mood to move around a little bit - I know she's running out of room in there - but do you really have to be the instigator?"

"I just don't want him to be mad at us when he's older and we have to explain why his room is pink. It's going to be his room for a while, and I don't want him to resent us for not taking his feelings into consideration."

Kurt watched Blaine rubbing his belly, wondering what the real problem was. Kurt already knew how they were going to set up the baby's room - which he had proof of that it is a girl - but there had to be another reason why Blaine was so insistent about something as simple as a paint color. So in order for him to get his question answered, Kurt started to move off the bed, noticing the look of alarm on Blaine's face.

"I'm not leaving - calm down; I can't lie like this anymore. Once I get comfortable, you can start your questioning, alright?"

To say that Blaine was stunned was an understatement, though it didn't take him long to get up and help Kurt get situated. At 34 weeks, it was not uncommon for him to need help, considering he had never been this heavy before. Kurt still tried to do things for himself, but Blaine had actually been happy that Kurt was finally letting him help him move around more often. He was always worried about his pregnant boyfriend by this point, especially as he got closer to the due date.

Blaine put a couple pillows against the headboard and leaned against them, pulling Kurt towards him until he heard a sigh of contentment. They had figured out over the last few weeks that sitting like this not only helped to relieve Kurt's back pain, but also helped with Kurt's breathing. Once Blaine heard that sigh, he knew they had found a sweet spot. Blaine loved holding Kurt like this, as he got to hold his boyfriend and feel the baby at the same time, which for the next hour would be perfect.

"Now before we get started," Kurt said, "I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me, you got that? Otherwise, I'm going downstairs and sending Finn up here to interrogate you."

Kurt felt Blaine sigh and nod his head in response.

"What's really bothering you, Blaine? And for the record, my room was initially pink until I was born. It was repainted while Mom and I were still in the hospital. I didn't care about the color until I was able to talk and started coloring the walls myself."

Blaine had to laugh at that. He'd heard the story a month ago from Burt, back when they first started discussing the baby's room. "And why did it have to be repainted - oh yeah, the doctor said you were a girl. And even though you are a diva, you're definitely a boy. How sure are we that this one," Blaine rubbed Kurt's belly, "is definitely a girl? Until that kid comes out, you can keep saying it's a she and I'll keep saying it's a he."

Kurt playfully rolled his eyes. "Blaine, from the stories I heard about Mom's doctor, he was wrong about the gender of most of the babies he delivered. It became a running joke at the hospital that if he said you were having a boy, it was a girl, and vice versa. Besides, we went ahead and got the 3D sonogram last week. There's no sign of a penis, and as you've said: no penis equals a girl...you're afraid of girls all of a sudden?"

"...no...just infant girls...and teenage girls..."

Kurt sat shocked for a second-then began to laugh. "You are adorable. I'll ask about that in a minute. Now: back to my original question. What's the deal with the paint color? If you want to wait, we can. I know it can be painted in the time between pushing the kid out and coming home, since it's been done before."

Blaine sighed again and hugged Kurt closer to him. "I just want to make sure the baby has a room they'll like. Babies like bright colors and happy things. My parents weren't expecting me. My room was painted brown, and it lacked any kind of feeling. I never liked it and when I asked my parents about it when I got older, they didn't seem to care at all. 'It's just a bedroom for a child-you should be grateful you have a room.' When I used to go on play-dates, I was always jealous of my friends. If their room didn't have a theme, it at least had some color."

Kurt turned around enough to give Blaine a kiss. While he was glad that Blaine had an older brother that loved him, he knew it hurt him that his parents didn't give a damn about him. Cooper was the son they wanted - straight, smart and successful. Blaine was a surprise they didn't want, and even though he was smart and on his way to being as successful as his brother, the whole 'being gay' thing didn't help him.

"I know it hurts that they aren't and haven't ever really been supportive of you. It breaks my heart that they don't see what I see, what Dad, Carole, and both of the glee clubs see, what your brother sees. If they don't want to see the awesome, funny, caring, smart and talented guy you are, then screw them."

Blaine had tears in his eyes after that little speech. His boyfriend had made his point. So what if his parents didn't care? Kurt had named plenty of people that did. He didn't need his parents' input on how to raise a child - Cooper did most of that for him - and not only that, but Burt and Carole had become his parents, and they had only known him for a year.

Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt with all he had. Screw his parents - he didn't need them.

"I love you, Kurt, and thank you. Sometimes I just need some sense knocked into me, although I don't know where it all disappears to."

"Well, maybe if you stopped jumping on the furniture during Warbler practice...Jeff and Nick have a bet going to see how long you can go without hurting yourself again."

"Oh really? Well, I'll show them."

Kurt was relieved to see Blaine's smile, and knew just what to do to keep it there. "Go ahead, Blaine. You have my permission. Just try not to make it last long."

Blaine looked confused for a second and then brightened up even more. "Really?"

"Go ahead and ask her what color she wants her room to be. Just be ready to give me a massage later as payment. I have a feeling I'll be in need of one." Kurt smirked while Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you want, Kurt." Blaine carefully moved from behind Kurt, and after making sure he was comfortable, moved down to lay next to Kurt's belly and started where he left off.

"Okay baby, remember what I said earlier: one kick for yes, and nothing for no. So, first things first: since everyone is convinced you're a girl, they want to paint your room pink -"

"Except me. I never agreed that her room was going to be pink."

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second,"...so I've been worked up over nothing? Why not pink?"

"Pink is a stereotypical color for a baby girl, and you know how much I love to break stereotypes."

Blaine just stared at his boyfriend with his jaw dropped. "You know what - forget I said anything. I temporarily forgot that you're my super awesome fashionista, that's probably had the whole room designed for the last month."

Kurt laughed again at the look on Blaine's face. "Actually, no...more like almost three months." He proceeded to rub his belly and talk to his daughter. "Don't worry baby girl - your daddy is just having an off day. He's normally a lot smarter than this. But you already knew that, didn't you?"

All the boys got in response was a nice, strong kick, which had Kurt wincing and Blaine nodding in approval, "That's my girl."