"I am never moving ever again...." Blaine mumbled sleepily from beside me. "Like, ever!"

"Well dont expect me to carry you out of here...." I groan, struggling to lift a glass of water from the table in front of me to take a sip. "I feel like my stomach is going to explode!"

"Would you really just leave me here? Youre meant to love me...." Blaine huffs from beside me, reaching down to his pants waist line.

"Blaine Devon Anderson! If you undo that button in here I will withdraw sex until youre seventy..." I eyeball him sternly side on, really its too much to move any more than that.

"Fine!" He grumbles, shuffling down into a slouched position with his arms outstretched on the table. "I think I over did it..." He murmurs sheepishly, throwing a guilty look in my direction.

"You think?" I giggle and then regret it as my stomach moves too quickly, making gurgling noises at me. "I think over did it was....oh I dont know, twenty slices ago..."

"This is an important part though! It needs rigorous testing...to be sure we made the right choice!" He says seriously beside me. "Im serious about never moving again....If you want me to be on that alter in nine months time you will just have to carry me!"

"Can I have that?" Landin whispers from across the table, chin smeared with frosting and watching Blaines half eaten cake with wide eyes.

"Goof if you throw up your dad wont be happy!" I reason with him, but it falls on deaf ears as he dives in like he hasnt eaten for years.

"Promise I wont be!" He slurs around a mouthful of dark forest gateau.

"I feel sick just looking at that..." Blaine groans, lifting an arm to cover his eyes. "Where do you stand on the carrying me?"

"If by carry you really mean dragging you by the ankles along the dusty side walk? I would be happy to!" I smile cheerily.

"Oh the things you say to me..." Comes his sarcastic response.

We had been sitting in the tasting room for well over two hours and I wouldnt like to comment on how many cakes we had tried (I wouldnt like to count the calories either to be quite honest). Landin had somehow managed to convince us that he was the best person to take along for a third opinion. Because Im just as sweet as cake Uncle Kurt! were the pleas that had done me in. Two hours and an over indulgence in chocolate, fruit, red velvet, vanilla or any other kind of cake you could imagine and I was done! I would quite happily never eat another bite of cake again and die a happy man, the thought of having to eat the finished thing in nine months time was a stretch for me! The owner was approaching us though, ready to ask our decision and I had to just bite the bullet and decide so we could escape from this torture chamber and go put on some comfortable sweats.

"So do we have a final decision?" John - the owner, asked seriously.

"Can they have a bit of each one?" Landin piped up, wiping frosting from his mouth and sucking it loudly off of his fingers.

"God please no..." Blaine grumbled from beside me. John seemed to find this amusing and shook his head in amusement.

"Please tell me that every groom does this? Its not just us?" I ask hopefully and he laughs patting my shoulder.

"Of course they do....." He beams. "Brides however? Always too worried about the diet they are on to really enjoy it....I hate seeing all that cake go to waste!"

"Well Im glad we havent wasted any for you then!" I sigh, trying to sit up straighter and feeling my stomach slosh from side to side. "Blaine? What do you think?" I ask, looking to my fiancé, watching his heavy eyes, knowing his food coma is going to hit soon.

"I like the vanilla and raspberry one!" He declares, pointing to his empty plate that had once held two slices of the cake. "You can choose the decorations....he is the design perfectionist of the couple!" He stage whispers to John who chuckles back happily.

"I like that one too!" Landin shouts coming over to squeeze between us. "I ate it all!"

"You ate all of them Landin!" I roll my eyes, before remembering John waiting for an answer. "I like that too! But can we have four tiers? And I was thinking about switching jade and chocolate frosting on each one? Then maybe flowers down the side in matching colours?" John nods along as he scribbles down my specifications on a note pad.

"Okay...heres what Ill do! Ill get Richard to draw up a few designs....He is my design perfectionist!" He winks in Blaines direction before looking back at me. "Ill send you the sketches and you can choose which one you like best! Do we have a deal?" I catch Blaine and Landin nodding enthusiastically in my peripheral vision and stretch my hand out to shake Johns waiting one.

"We have a deal!"

"Great! Landin do you want to come find a cake to take home?" Landin squeals, running out to the store front without any further encouragement being needed. "We will be out front when youre ready!" John smiles kindly before heading off to find Landin.

"Did my idea sound okay to you?" I ask Blaine as we struggle into our coats, groaning as we stand up and link hands to walk out.

"Yes so stop worrying..." He nudges my shoulder playfully. "Why did you choose chocolate though? I thought you want white tiers on it too?"

"You will laugh at me..." I mumble through my teeth and try to avoid his gaze.

"No I wont....unless you say something funny!" He coaxes as we stop at the door for the main shop.

"Its because then it matches both of our eyes...." I whisper quietly, feeling the heat sear up my cheeks and knowing Im blushing. "You can say it...Im weird!"

"You are very weird..." Blaine agrees seriously lifting my head from under my chin. "But youre my little weirdo...." He grins, placing a chaste kiss to my lips that tastes of mint frosting.

"Nine months!" I sigh dreamily as he moves away from my lips.

"Eight months, three weeks and two days!"

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"Hello?" I ask breathlessly down the phone. It was a Thursday morning meaning Kurt and Santana were both out at work and I had the apartment to myself before work. Thursday time was my time. Thursday time was dance in your underwear circa Tom Cruise in Risky Business day. I had been in the middle of a very energetic performance of Britneys greatest hits, (what? The audience wants what it wants!) When the landline had rung meaning the dance routine had to be cut short so I could skid across the floor to answer the phone.

"So......my house is under quarantine!" The agitated voice groans down the line.

"Jake? Why are you calling the apartment?" I ask confused, he was supposed to be at work.

"My phones down stairs and I dont think I can make it!" Jake croaks dramatically.

"Youre sick?" I check the time and see that he should have definitely been at the hospital by now.

"No!" He groans into the phone. "The kids have a sickness bug......my body on the other hand? Has been invaded by tiny little aliens all trying to force their way out! Meanwhile my husband is back in Ohio for a charity event!"

"Meaning youre sick!" I chuckle half-heartedly, knowing he has to be bad if he is admitting defeat and calling me for help. "What do you need?"

"Wait really? Thought Id have to offer up a trade..."

"Jake youre my best friend - "

He cuts me off before I can finish droning, "technically Kurts your best friend!"

"Do you want me to come look after you guys or not?" I counter, looking in the mirror and noting I need a shower before I go anywhere.

"Bring lots of soda! Oh and some rubber gloves!" Jakes shouts before a wailing in the background starts up. "Oh God! Ive awoken the beast! See you soon!" With that the line goes dead and I head to get ready but not before sending a text to Kurt to tell him whats going on.

It took me a little over an hour to get to the house and let myself in using the spare key, armed with magazines, medicines, soda and lots of hand sanitizer.....just in case! The house was a bit of a disaster - putting it nicely - toys and school stuff was scattered all around the living room and open plan kitchen. Dishes lay piled in the sink and a mountain of medicines scattered across the shelf beside my head. When Jake had said the house was under quarantine he hadnt been kidding. I had never seen it like this, trust Dale to go out of town on business when all three of his family get sick. I quickly throw all of the dishes into the dishwasher before going upstairs to check on the patients. Finding all three in Jake and Dales room, Landin curled in beside his dad, sleeping soundly, Lydia drawing on Jakes face with a Biro pen as he snored softly. I let myself have a small snigger at the scene before me before deciding its probably best to take action (I may or may not have also captured it forever in a picture).

"Beau?" I whispered gently, careful not to disturb them both, her eyes looked wide at me as she let the pen slide out of her hand and onto the comforter. She crawled toward me as quickly as possible in her grow bag, reaching out her arms to be lifted.

"Aine!" She whined, burying her head in to my chest. "Ouch!" She winced as I carried her out of the room, closing the door behind me.

"Are you sick bubba?" I sooth her with gentle circles across her back, feeling the heat radiate from her tiny body.

"Cup ta?" Lydia gurgled from my chest, using her hand to fist my sweater tightly.

"Ill get you milk sweetie!" I rock her gently on my way to the kitchen. "Then Uncle Blaine can see when daddy last gave you medicine...." I say, trying to unscrew the milk top one handed, sloshing some onto the floor before I give up and put Lydia (much to her detest) in her high chair to fill a bottle. I decide to let her drink that where she was before doing a quick tidy up of the room, just so I can keep track of what else needs doing later before scooping her up again and heading towards Jake and Landin once more.

"Jake....Its me..." I whisper, prodding gently at his shoulder until I feel his body tense underneath my hand. Then he springs up quickly, rolling Landin over to the side.

"Wheres Lydia?" He asks in a panic before realising she was in my arms. "I fell asleep!" He accuses himself and I nod gently, still cradling Lydia in between my head and shoulder, already exhausted again.

"Yeah and Lydia got creative.....on your face!" I smile broadly, watching him try to look at the squiggles scrawled across his forehead. "You look like shit!" I hush at him.

"Well nice to know my best friend wont beat around the bush...." He tries to roll his eyes but decides its too much before lying back against his pillow and pulling Landin towards him. "How does she feel?" I instinctively raise my palm across her forehead and inhale a deep breath.

"Shes burning up, when did she last have medicine?" I ask.

"She can get another dose now and Ill give Landin some when he wakes up." Jake mumbles heavily his eyes already starting to close.

"Its fine Ill do it, then put her in her cot." I move to get up from the bed. "You just get some rest, I got you covered!"

"Her bedding needs changing though....." He argues trying to stand up and I push him back firmly.

"Ill do it! Just go to sleep!" I say as strictly as I can before heading to Lydias own room, to tackle whatever horrors lurked there.

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After a long day of alterations for the most obnoxious sixteen year old diva I had ever met - which is saying a lot seeing as I grew up with Rachel Berry - I just wanted to go home and sleep. I couldnt though, I mean I could go to the apartment and crash out but the fact that Blaine wasnt there made it feel a little less like home. So instead I was walking into Jake and Dales home, where all was quiet and surprisingly clean for a house full of sick people. I sneaked quietly into the living room to see my gorgeous fiancé curled up in a ball on the couch, his head resting in his hand and his hair sticking up in uncontrolled tufts around his head. I smile to myself at the adorableness that is my soon to be husband as I walk over and sit down gently at his feet, leaning in to brush the stray hairs out of his eyes. He sighs contentedly in his sleep, moving his face to chase my hand subconsciously but doesnt open his eyes for a few seconds. When he does, those golden honey orbs find mine and a coy grin spreads across his face.

"Hi..." He sighs softly, using soft fingers to trail across my cheek bone.

"Hi....hows your day been?" I lean forward to place a small kiss on his shoulder. The only part of his upper body close enough to reach.

"Okay I guess..." He shrugs, wiggling into an upright position so he can kiss me properly, cupping my face in his hands as he pulls away. "I missed you.....so did Landin! He told me I didnt make chicken noodle soup like you did...."

"Because I have a super magical ingredient thats why!" I smile to myself happy that although hes growing up, some things never change.

"Well let me just say that no amount of magic ingredient would make it any less disgusting when it came back out on my shoes....." Blaine shudders next to me and I realise that his feet are bare.

"Oh God! How bad are they?" I have a feeling I dont really want to know but cant help but ask anyway.

"Jakes been back and forward to the bathroom throwing up all day, Landin was adamant he felt better so I made him some soup and then my poor Gucci loafers suffered the price....." He groans, closing his eyes to shake off the image before looking back at me. "And dont get me started on Lydia...."

"What could my delightful niece have done that was so awful?" I ask in amusement.

"Well let me just tell you that MY devil spawn of a niece had to have her pyjamas changed fifteen times today....fifteen Kurt!" He exclaims, putting a hand up to his forehead, dramatically throwing his head back in horror. "That doesnt count the times I managed to save the clothes either!"

"Shes just a little baby....shes cute! Illness or no illness!"

"Cute?!" Blaine questions my choice of words with a cracking voice. "Let me just tell you something now....babies are not cute! Thats just something people tell you so that we keep reproducing! Because the baby Ive been responsible for today is anything but cute! Did you know that they can literally poop right out of their diaper? I mean from her hair right down to her toes Kurt! Then I had to bathe her, just so she could do it all over again.....I swear I am never getting the smell of dirty diaper out of my skin!" He raises his voice in disbelief as he tells me and I have to bite down on my lip to hold in a chuckle.

"You make her sound like a mutant!"

"After today I think I need to see evidence proving that she isnt....." He states seriously. "I mean she hasnt eaten in twenty four hours! Surely that should mean there is nothing left in there!"

"Blaine honey do you want me to stay here instead? I can rearrange my meeting for tomorrow if you would rather go home?" I coax softly, pulling him in to lean on my chest. "I know you dont cope well with sickness..."

"No its fine, of course I want to look after them.....its just put me off the idea of ever wanting  one of my own....its nice to know I can go home once this is done." He chatters to himself and I go stiff underneath him. Surely it hadnt been that bad a day? To put him off of children forever? "I love them dont get me wrong...I love them so much it physically hurts sometimes but Im glad that we dont have to be responsible for two children just now. Its much more fun spoiling them, or getting them hopped up on sugar before waving them off to their parents. You know?" I gulp down the lump that has wedged somewhere in my throat and manage to mumble out a vague response before making my excuses to head home for bed. He was just tired that was all, it had been an eye opener to the hard times of being a parent. When they did something cute he would completely forget about the bad parts. I hoped.

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"Ahh hah! The zombie awakens!" I cry dramatically as Jake groggily pads into the kitchen and sits at the island waiting patiently for a coffee. "How do you feel now?"

"Like death warmed up....." He grumbles, pulling the mug I offer towards him and taking a sip. "But hey at least I stopped throwing up! I knew it was just a twenty four hour thing..."

"A twenty four hour thing that lasted four days!" I busy my hands with stirring the eggs in front of me. "Feel up to some eggs and toast?" I quiz, not turning around as I flip it over in the pan.

"Mmmm yes please!" He claps loudly from behind me. "Thanks for staying here by the way....Dale is on board his flight so he will be back by lunch time." I nod along to him plating up the eggs and grabbing the popped toast out of the toaster before coming to sit opposite him, the plates in between us.

"Meaning I can go home?" I ask eagerly, the thought of being in my own bed, with my own fiancé instead of Lydia and her squirming, too much to handle after four days apart.

"Dont sound too thrilled....people will think you didnt enjoy your stay!" He drones sarcastically, scooping some eggs into his mouth.

"I did, but being at home with Kurt kind of beats watching you three throw up or spontaneously combusting.....Im quite sure I have earned immunity from changing another diaper from the darling beau for at least a year!" I jab my fork in his direction, earning myself a laugh.

"Okay, okay! You have been a God send these last few days....please go home and have ridiculously loud sex before you become an old married couple like me and my better half...it all goes downhill from there! No more together bath times without your son barging in to pee or your daughter splashing you in the face with bubbles...." He tells lovingly, with a smile taking up most of his face.

"I actually wanted to ask you something....about getting married." Jakes eyes cloud over into a frown and watch me seriously. "I was thinking the other day about our name when we get married...which would sound better Hummel-Anderson or Anderson-Hummel? And then I realised that you guys are just the Porters..... I just wondered why you chose to take Dales name?" I watch as Jake chews his mouthful of food and places his fork onto the table.

"It was kind of by accident really....I mean when we got Landin he was given Dales name just because I wanted him to have that..." Jake says softly. "His mom was always so accepting but his dad - as you know - found it hard to handle."

"Him being gay?" Kurt hadnt actually filled me in on all of Dales story, citing that it wasnt for him to tell. Instead telling me that all I needed to know was that Burt and Carole were his substitute parents now and I never questioned it.

"Well not that he was gay per say, just the fact that he had acted on it. The first time he took me home to meet them was horrendous. His dad kept asking all of the questions about who was filling the womans role in our relationship...like a man cant scrub a floor or iron his boyfriends shirt as well as a woman could? But his mom more than made up for it. She kept gushing about how thrilled she was that we were together, that she couldnt wait to have beautiful grand babies to moon over when we started a family. I thought Landin having his name would make his dad more accepting." Jake explains, fiddling with his cup in front of him.

"Is that why you decided to take his name too?"

"Well not exactly.....after his mom died? He was devastated! I was too for him, she had been helping us plan the wedding....she was so excited to finally see him starting his own family." He sniffed a little, before rubbing his nose to stop it from running. "Then his dad started being a complete asshole about the funeral and us going out to stay.....said he didnt need people talking about us, taking away the attention from what the day was meant to be about. Dale was distraught, not only had he lost his mom but it was clear his dad was not going to be a part of his life from now on. A day before the funeral he text him saying he wasnt welcome....who does that to a child? I could never in a million years do anything like that to my kids....its barbaric!"

"God....poor Dale!" I try to placate him, reaching out to hold Jakes hand in my own.

"Thats when I really saw how much Kurt and Dale meant to each other....I knew they had always been close but the things he did without even thinking about it? He arranged this beautiful memorial for her in the park on a days notice....he told Dale that it didnt matter where he remembered her....as long as he did. Then about a month later Burt had come to see him, I didnt realise it at the time of course, but of course he would come. He told Dale that his mom would always be proud of him and that if he wanted to he could change his name to Hummel....like it was no big thing to involve him as one of his own! But Dale said he wanted to stay a Porter for his mom, she was so happy to have a grandchild that he couldnt take it away from her even if it was only in name." He smiles at the memory and I cant help but join him knowing only too well how emotional big, strong Burt Hummel can get when it comes to his kids. "That was kind of when it hit me, you know? That my parents had my brother to carry on the family name...whereas Dale was an only child and he desperately wanted to show Landin that being a Porter didnt mean he was going to be his dad. I decided what I wanted to do that night as I watched Dale tell Landin a story about his gran, he deserved a truly accepting happy family, the one he had wanted growing up, you know? I told him that night we would be the Porters and make it a happy family name, just like his mom had wanted, and nobody would be able to change it."

"You two are so meant to be....and the kids were always meant to be yours! Blood isnt the only thing to determine your family....thats one thing I know for sure!" I choke out, feeling a little more emotional than I had ten minutes ago.

"So are you and Kurt! It doesnt matter what name you decide on...all that matters is that you belong together forever! Nothing will ever change that...even if you called yourselves the Cumbuckets!"

"Oh God! Kurt would kill me for that!" I groan as I think over my choices in my head. "I just know with all the other planning that comes around we wont even think about it till the last minute, I just want to have it decided...having a shared name is.....weirdly thrilling."

"Because it means tying yourself to your soul mate....I still get a tingle of excitement every time somebody refers to me as Mister Porter....it never goes away! Just talk about your options, thats all you can do....Kurt will always have his dad and always be a Hummel regardless of what anyone else says....it just means he will be your husband too!"