"She's so beautiful"

"Precious" said Kurt beaming at her

Quinn was exhausted, out of breath, not really recovered from the excruciating pain of the delivery. She wouldn't take any drugs to help her, even if the doctors and Kurt kept pushing her to do so. She wanted it to be natural, to feel everything. Just like the first time. But this time, it was even more important for her, because she had to keep it. She had to make it work it. But it was quick, thankfully, for both Quinn and Kurt. Himself, wouldn't have minded some painkillers, because, god, Quinn was some strong thing. He still couldn't feel his arm fully, and he was sure that it would be covered in bruises the next day. "Totally worth it", he though, eying the beautiful baby girl in Quinn's arms. she was so small, and had already a lot of hair. Brunette.

But, even though he was so dazzled by the sight of the baby, Kurt couldn't help but feel his heart squeeze. He always wanted to have a family someday, from as long as he remembered. When he was young, he couldn't help but play with his dolls creating vast scenarios were they got married and had babies. But as he grew up, his dream felt more like a fantasy he would never be able to reach. He knew that being gay was diminishing his chances of ever being a father, even though some progress had been made in terms of legal rights. He just felt he would never have that. At least not the natural way people did. But, when he met Blaine, and moreover when they moved together, the though started to resurface again, more vivid this time. He though that, even if it would be more difficult for them, even if people would always judge, he wanted to start a family with him. Because he was Blaine. Because they were right for each other. And because they thought nothing could ever break them.

As this though, Kurt sighed.

"Are you ok…" Quinn had raised her eyes from the babies, gazing at him with a worried look on her face. He was clearly hurting.

"I'm perfect Quinn… besides the fact that you broke me some bones back there… thank god we are in a hospital" Kurt said, attempting a joke.

"You don't look…"

"Really Quinn… Totally worth it… she's so beautiful"

Quinn smiled in agreement and returned her attention to the baby in her arms, although she wasn't fooled one second. She would have to talk to him eventually.

Kurt was relieved that she didn't push further her questions. He knew that she would want to hear about what happened with Blaine, like every body else, but he just wasn't ready yet to share it. He wasn't even sure what to tell them. Because he didn't know what to think of it. Sincerely, he hadn't had the time to do so. When he heard Quinn's screaming, he just jumped out the room, to find her outside the door, yelling in pain. The doctors and her friends were trying to get her to go back to her room, but she wouldn't calm before she saw Kurt and made sure he was going back with her to help her deliver the baby. She was on stubborn woman, though Kurt with a smile. And after that, he didn't really had the time to think. Until now.

Only now, he only though about the baby and how much he wanted to become a father himself. Spoil the little girl he often dreamt about. One perfect, brunette, blue eyed little girl. With long curled hair. Maybe it had a lot do with Blaine after all. Or maybe not, because ever since, they had broken up, his needs to start a family only increased. He wanted badly someone to love unconditionally and who would return the same attention to him.

But now, seeing Quinn holding her little girl with a the purest smile on her face, and tears of joy, he made up his mind. He would have this little girl. He didn't Blaine, or any other man, to do it. He would be a father, no matter what it cost him.

But before he had the time to figure out how, or even how difficult it would legally be, the door opened and a dozen people entered the room, breaking the peace of the atmosphere.

"Congratulations" they all screamed at the same time, making Quinn and Kurt jump in surprise, as the baby started crying in Quinn's arms.

"sorry…sorry… sorry" apologized several people, clearly embarrassed by their behavior.

But Quinn clearly didn't mind, too happy to see all her friends present in this time : "It's ok guys, really… I should start to get used to it… as I have clearly a long of sleepless nights ahead of me"

"Yeah… tell me about that" said in the same time Tina and Mike, which made everyone chuckle, even the concerned ones.

"would you like to come closer and see her?"

One by one, they all came closer, looking at the beautiful baby, who had stopped crying, and was one looking at each of them with clearly curious eyes. Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina, even hold her a bit, before returning to their partners, only to gaze at them with envy eyes, which made the guys a lot uncomfortable, and provoked some laughs from Puck and Santana sides.

"You're fucked guys…" smirked Puck

"Shut up Puck…" groaned Finn, clearly unease, as Rachel was still fixing him with intensity. It's wasn't that he didn't want a baby with Rachel. No he did really, and he was madly in love with her. But just not now. He just started playing major league and she had more work than ever, so it wasn't the best of time. But when he looked down to meet her gaze, he knew that this was a discussion that he would have to face up sooner than later. And knowing her, it was more going to be real soon. Like tonight maybe. Ugh.

But when Mercedes gave back the baby to Quinn, and returned to stand next to Sam, he just put her arms around her and whispered something in her ears that made her face lighten up. Kurt noticed that he wasn't as uncomfortable as Finn at the idea, which made him happy. Sam was clearly a good guy for Mercedes and he really made her happy. Kurt was still surprised to see how long the two had been together, as everybody else in the group was. They never betted that they would still date after high school or past the first summer for that matter, because in the outside, they were really different from each other; But their couple had survived, biting all odds, and everyone knew that their love was still going stronger everyday.

Kurt directed a genuine smile to Sam, who was still holding Mercedes in his arms, put his eyes were locked on the rest of them. He saw Kurt's smile and grinned back. He was happy that he had had his approval from the beginning of his relationship with Mercedes, because he knew, that she was his best friend, and their was no way he could have dated her if Kurt hadn't approved.

Kurt was now remembering the first day he saw them together as a couple, and even though they were trying to hide it, which was so sweet, it was too obvious for Kurt. It had been also the same day that…

But Kurt shook his head, refusing to think about it any longer. But obviously it wasn't going to be as easy, considering that Mercedes had pulled herself from Sam, and was coming toward him.

"Listen Kurt, I know it's not the best time… but Blaine is still here.. and…" she whispered to him, not really sure how the end her phrase.

But Kurt understood that he had to go talk to him, since he pretty much dumped him in that room an hour ago, without any warning. He was dreading the moment, because of the way the things almost ended earlier, but he knew, that he just couldn't stay in this room forever, and wait cowardly that Blaine tired and went home.

"Did you guys talked to him?" he tried to keep his voice slow so only Mercedes could hear him but the room has silenced, all his friends, trying obviously to follow their conversation.

"No… he left the room just after you did babe…. We though that he left the place altogether … but he reappeared when we came to check on you guys… he asked me to tell you that…"

"he wanted to talk to me…" finished Kurt, and she nodded.

"Ok…" Kurt took at deep breath, and then turned to Quinn "I'll be back. I just have to…" but he didn't finished his phrase, and he didn't have to. She gave him a encouraging look, and then, he was out.

*****

Blaine was sitting in the public waiting room, next to Quinn's, when he heard Kurt's pace. He had been walking around the hospital for the past hour, not really sure what to do or what to think. The way it ended with Kurt… No actually, It didn't really end. So he had to make sure, it did properly. But he didn't want to. End it.

What could possibly happened after such a conversation? Back there, earlier, and that private room, he wanted to hug him so much, to hold him, and he knew, if it hadn't been for Quinn, he would have. He couldn't help but blame her even though he knew that it wasn't her fault. But he knew also then that he wouldn't have any other chance to do so. To be so close to Kurt. Emotionally. Because the Kurt back there was the Kurt he had always loved. He was not controlled, not trying to hide his feelings, not pretending for someone's sake. He was plain himself, totally nude emotionally, totally open. He knew how much it had hurt him, to learn about his story. But also how lost he was, after it. The hug He waited for, was for both of them. He wanted not only to feel loved, but also to show Kurt how much he still loved him. It would have hurt both of them, but he had to show him. All that he wasn't able to say with words. Because In their case, words were never enough. But he couldn't. He would never be able now to show him now, to let go, because the Kurt that was coming toward him, was back in control of himself.

"Blaine…" said Kurt, stopping a few feet from Blaine, who stood up at looked at him, a expression on his face, that Kurt didn't quite understand. Or maybe he just didn't want to understand. Not here, not now, at least.

"Kurt, I just…" started Blaine, but then he seemed to change his mind on whatever he was going to say. " Kurt, I wanted to say goodbye, I'm going back tonight to Boston… "

"Ok…" simply said Kurt, not sure how to respond any other way

"But first.. I…. I don't know…. "

"What ?" said Kurt as he didn't have a clue what Blaine wanted; Of course he knew, but he was as lost as him after what happened.

"Kurt… where does that leaves us ?" finally asked Blaine in one deep breath

Blaine saw that Kurt was expecting this question, but somehow saying it out loud surprised the both of them. Because they weren't ready to answer it. How could they be, when they had nothing to relate to?

"Blaine… I really don't know. The Little Mermaid had it hard, sure, but this is a whole new level of impossible relationship. Should mail our story to Disney, they would throw a fit about it. Then again… Kubrick would definitely capture best the madness of it. And it sure isn't PG…" Kurt was aware that he was rumbling nonsense, feeling so stupid because he was embarrassing himself in front of Blaine, when he should have been calm and rational, and in control of himself; he shouldn't let Blaine see how much he was troubled, as much he affected him. But who was he kidding, it was Blaine, he was talking about. Blaine knew everything about him. Blaine who even anticipated all his needs before he could even think about them. Who was he fooling, seriously?

And the, in a attempt to shut him up, Blaine took gently Kurt's hand into his. And the reaction of that simple gesture, no one could have predicted it. Not even the both of them.

Blaine's and Kurt' bodies shivered as a frenzy electric courant run between them leaving the two of them like they were struck by lightening. Kurt gasped in shock and it took him all the will power of the world to remove his hand. It last at the end only a second, but it felt like years. And it would last forever.

They were now facing each other, their gaze locked, but no one knew what to say next. Not even Blaine. Like he said, they were no words between them. But in this moments, words were absolutely vital, if they didn't want to loose their sanity both.

Kurt never believed in God, but it was like someone had listened to his silent prayers, when a nurse interrupted them : " Huh… Mr. Hummel, your friends are asking for you." The nurse was bewildered.

"Oh yeah…" finally said Kurt, snapping out of it, and turning his gaze to the nurse. "Thanks, I'll be right here."

Blaine was slowly recomposing himself when he returned his attention to him. "I better go."

"Yeah, you should" said Blaine with a still unsteady voice

"I'll call you?" Kurt didn't mean it as to come out as question, but more as a formal thing to say. But he clearly wasn't able to trust his voice anymore. He just really really wanted to end this.

"Sure… " But Blaine knew better. There would be no call." Take care Kurt, see ya."

And that was it. Kurt was gone.

****

When Kurt retuned to the Quinn's room, everyone ceased to talk, and turned to face him. Of course they were talking about him, but he wasn't mad. How could they not.

"Who I have to thank for saving me ?"Everyone knew he was clearly referring to the Nurse interruption.

"You girl right here…." Said Santana

"Thank you" said simply Kurt.

She nodded but other than that, no one added any word about it.

"Guys, I think you should go… it's 3:30, and you all look dead" said Quinn

"Ain't no way, babe" replied Mercedes

"Hell no, we won't leave you until your mister shows up" added Artie, who was half conscious

"But… I don't know how long it's going to take"

"Precisely Quinn. We won't leave you alone until then" said Kurt, sitting in the chair next to her bed and taking her hand.

They all nodded in agreement, dead set about it. "Besides, we should check this guy out" said Puck with a smirk.

"hell yeah" agreed Santana "see if that guy is worth our Fabray…"

"He better be, this white boy! Or I'm gonna cut him" said Mercedes, only half joking

"you guys are crazy" Quinn rolled her eyes, but she was clearly enjoying it. "Freaks"

"But we are freaks together" said Finn, bringing back a old memory where they were all dressed in Gaga and Kiss outfits. The first time they stood up for Kurt, but not only. They had realized then, that they were sure outcasts but at least they had each other. Nothing was changed. They were still outcasts in some way, and they were here together more bound then ever.

They all smiled at the mention of this day, and how much they had evolved since. But they were happy to see that nothing between had changed really, surviving the dram of high school, relationships, bullying, and all the problems they had faced. They were stronger now but they still needed each other.

"At least have some rest then. Go back to the waiting room, there are couches there, it's better…"

"Nah, we're fine here" said Puck

*****

they all tried to find a spot in the room to rest, some even in the floor, their back against the wall, and most of them went to sleep in less than 5 minutes. But Kurt wasn't going to. He was fighting the urge to sleep, resting against the back of the chair, unwilling to allow himself to sink into unconscious. He didn't want to sleep because he didn't want to dream. And if he was fighting it, then he wasn't thinking. If he just let go, he would certainly think about what happened in the last hours, and would definitely dream about it. He just wasn't ready. That wasn't healthy or anything but he didn't care.

Obviously someone else cared because he sensed Quinn squeezing his hand and he opened her eyes to look at her.

"Kurt, are you ok? " she whispered, trying not to wake anyone. But it was highly possible, as they were all pretty much snoring.

"I am… Or I will be" Kurt didn't try to lie.

"I know that I am no Mercedes, or Rachel… but I'm here if you want to talk"

"Thanks Quinn"

"I mean it. I know that I haven't been always the bets of friends, to you or to anyone else in high school… but no let me finish…" she said quickly before he could try to deny it "I know it, I've been a bitch to most of you, and I know that in the end, I tried to make up for it. But I was just angry all the time."

"I know Quinn… we all know what you've been through… you don't need to justify it" Kurt said, taking his hand, and leaning his body forward to be closer to her.

"It's still not an excuse. I want to make it up to you. Not because I owe you …"

"You don't owe me anything…" tried to say Kurt

"Yes I do" cut Quinn "and not just about tonight. I know you must think that the only reason I wanted you with me for the delivery was because of the Blaine intervention, which I'm sorry for by the way"

"It's ok… thank you even… I needed it… I'm not mad"

"Ok, but you gotta know that's not just because of that. We could have found an other way for that. But I really wanted you here. Because I do love you Kurt and I think that you and me are far more alike that it appears.."

"I think that also. And I love you too" said Kurt "Honestly."

"I'm glad that you think it. That's why I want you to know that if you want to talk, now or ever, I'm here for you. I know you already your best friends, but I think a can be a more impartial judge, well as impartial as I can be…"

"I know you can be very impartial" said Kurt smiling "And I'll think about it Quinn. It's not a bad idea actually. I need impartiality. I need new eyes on the situation. Mine are clearly clouded, and Mercedes, Finn, Rachel or Sam, for that matter, are far to involved, to be true, to have a partial opinion. I know that you won't spare my feelings and tell me the truth. They just want to protect me".

"I want to protect you also Kurt" frowned Quinn

"I know Quinn, I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. I'm just saying that I think you will tell me the truth about what you are thinking, even if it hurts because you know it's best for me"

"Yeah something like that"

"Thanks for that Quinn. That's why I love you. I love that you're so honest. No matter what. And people might think that sometimes it's not always so good, but I prefer it than to be lied or spared. I think you're really brave for doing it. I can't myself."

"Yes you can Kurt. You even do it. That's why you suffer so much"

"I guess so" But Kurt knew that there were no guesses in that matter. Of course she was right. He was painfully truthful and that's why it had hurt him so much when Blaine left without any explanation. He had always expected the same honesty from people but until then, he hadn't realized that it was not as easy for everyone else. And people were more pleased with illusions than reality.

"I'm not saying talk to me now, Kurt you know. Just whenever you want call me. Even if I am busy with the baby, I'll always find the time for you, you know that. For all of you" she said looking at her sleeping friends.

"Thanks Quinn"

"Now, try to find some sleep. I know I'm exhausted, for one."

Kurt leaned his head to rest against Quinn's bed, not expecting to sleep. But he was down even before Quinn. She looked at him, sleeping so peacefully when she knew that was all a fa�ade. He was so broken in this inside, so hurt, so tired, but no one could tell. She sighed and closed her eyes. In less than 30 seconds she was down herself.

*****

When Quinn's husband finally arrived to the hospital, it was just after 7 am. He was really tired but he hadn't been able to sleep on the flight because he was so exited and anxious at the same time. He knew it was a bad idea to go for this business trip, but Quinn insisted, because like she had said, the delivery wasn't planned before 3 weeks, and she would have been anyway spending most of her weekend with her friends. But apparently the little misses was early, and he couldn't believe he had missed it. The birth of his first child! But at least her friends were with her, so she wasn't totally alone. That comforted him a bit. So as soon as he was told the number of the room by some sleepy but still obnoxious nurse, he almost ran to get there faster. But once he opened the door, he froze and gasped in shock.

That was the strangest setting possible. A dozen people were lying across the small room, some on the floor, some curved like balls into chairs, and some sharing the small sofa in the room, sleeping in the strangest positions ever. But beyond that, there was a man, sitting on a chair next to his bed's wife, his head resting on her knees, and her hand resting on his hair.

"Bloody Hell. What's happening here?"

His voice awaken most of the people in the room including Quinn, who opened her eyes, at the sight of a confused and even annoyed husband.

"Oh babe! You're here!" cheered Quinn. She still looked tired but her smile lightened up all her face.

"Yeah.. I'm here darling. But why are those people? And who's this guys?"

"Jealous much, dude ?" asked Puck who was still trying to get up on his feet, all sore of spending four hours sleeping on a hard cold floor.

"Noah, shut up. It's Kurt. Phil, he's not what you think…".

Kurt started to move a bit, yawning, and finally, with one last gentle kick from Quinn, he opened his eyes.

"hey" he said, with a still sleepy voice. "must be Quinn's husband. I'm Kurt"

"Yes… I bet you are mate. But that doesn't tell me what…"

"Hey, dude relax", said Puck before anyone could talk, "he's gayer than the fourth of July."

Kurt just rolled his eyes and said : "yeah… I'm afraid I am"

"Heard that before" mumbled Phil.

"Hey mate, just wanted to say that you are like the living clich� of the English gentleman. I mean that shirt is tailored, because it's looks just like that one from Etro's next spring collection, but the fabric seems lighter, which really shows that you're a man of taste. But you should have gone with a clearer color for those pants. The cut is perfect on your tights, sexy if I may add, but the color doesn't do the shirt justice. By the way, Your ass Is really nice. Quinn, my girl, you did good."

The entire room burst into hysteric laughter as Kurt's little speech clearly left Phil totally mystified, his mouth open, and apparently took away his power of speech. But after a few seconds, he recovered and joined the general hysteria.

"Got it" he said with a chuckle "gayer than the fourth of July. By the way I guess I should say thanks… and sorry…."

"You should… " replied Kurt rolling his eyes, faking annoyance. But he got up from the chair, proposing it to Phil who gladly accepted it.

" Hey baby. Sorry about that." He said kissing her forehead

"It's ok, honey, it was quite entertaining really" chuckled Quinn. She leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips "Missed you."

"Missed you too. How are you, how is our baby girl, is she ok, nothing…"

"Oh, calm down babe. We are all fine. She's in an other room, I should call a nurse to bring her, and so you could see for yourself how beautiful our little girl is"

They all sensed that they were clearly intruding a private moment, and with a general look, they agreed to retire.

"Well, we are going to let the two of you have some privacy…" said Tina

"Thanks guys ! You were amazing tonight ! I don't know what I should have done without you here…" Quinn started tearing a bit

"Yeah thank you for taking care of my wife" added Phil

"Don't mention it." Said Kurt

"Yeah, besides babe, we'll be back in a few hours. Remember what we said about mister…" said Mercedes

"What about me?" asked a confused Phil

But Quinn just rolled her eyes, amused. "Of course guys, besides I should present you guys to Phil a bit better…"

"You bet your ass you have!" said Santana

Everyone laughed and then they all said goodbye and promised to be back by noon. They all needed some proper sleep, and rest, after that crazy night. Kurt went with Mercedes and Sam, because if even he could sleep, he just didn't want to be alone for now.

******

By one pm, they were all back in the hospital, gathered once again in the small room, around Quinn and Phil. They were all rested, including the newly parents, and in a cheerful mood.

"So Phil" he was sitting on the edge of the bed, one arm around her, and a big smile on his face, " this is my friends. Everybody this is Phil"

"kind of figured it out already" said Brittany

"getting smarter everyday girl" sneered Puck

"shut up, Mohawk."

"Mohawk?" repeated a confused Phil

"That's why I needed a formal introduction" giggled Quinn "So the Mohawk we're talking about it, It's Noah Puckerman, also known as Puck"

"Don't even try to call me Noah, dude"

"yeah, too hard for him to spell" smirked Kurt

"Shut up Porcelain"

Phil was more and more confused. This was like watching a tennis game, with remarks and comments flying everywhere, too hard to for him to keep the pace.

Quinn : "so like I said, it's Puck. And the reason his surname is Mohawk, is because, back in high school, his Mohawk was pretty popular"

Mercedes : "Poor guy had to pretend date my sweet cheerleader ass, to stop people from tossing him in the dumpsters, when he the doc shaved his"

Phil : "so, you guys dated?"

Puck : "try every girl in Lima dude"

Phil : "Wait, who toss you in the dumpsters?"

Kurt : "Mostly him, and Finn"

Phil : "Wait, you threw him into the dumpsters? Why ? and who's Finn?"

Kurt : "My step brother right here"

Phil : "Wait, you tossed your step brother in the dumpsters?"

Finn : "not my finest moment dude"

Kurt : "he was nice enough to let me take out my Mark Jacob's Jacket first"

Phil shook his head in disbelief but he had not time to recover before the party started again.

Santana : "besides, he wasn't even your step brother at the moment"

Mike : "yeah, he was even kind of into you"

Kurt : "shut up, Mike"

Brittany : "wait, you liked Finn?"

Santana : "always a step ahead babe…"

Brittany: "But I thought you liked me sweetie…"

Kurt : "I like you Brit…"

Phil : "Wait so you and her dated?"

Kurt : "not my finest moment, mate"

Brittany : "he is a really good kisser… but he's a dolphin now"

Phil : "a dolphin ?"

Sam : "yeah, you didn't know that dolphins are just gay sharks, Phil?"

Puck : "maybe that blond perm is really eating your brain, Sam"

Sam : "You would know, Puckerman, you get rid of your last brain cells when you shoved that Mohawk"

Tina : "Wow, Guys enough, you're starting to scare the men. Hey I'm Tina Cohen-Chang by the way."

Phil : "nice to meet you"

Mike : "I'm Mike Chang her husband. Totally not related."

Tina : "But we are now."

Mike : "Wow that didn't make any sense"

Artie : "Never did bros. Hey, I'm Artie."

Phil : "Nice to meet you mate."

Tina : " Now when you think about it, I'm actually Tina Cohen Chang Chang"

Brittany : "sounds like a song. You should totally be a song. or a happy meal no onions."

Phil : " happy meal no onions?"

Santana : "Private joke, sorry dude."

Rachel : "we should stop doing that, the poor man is confused"

Santana : "you are the most confusing thing on this planet, Berry"

Puck : "hey no messin' with my girl, Lopez"

Phil : "Wait you two dated? "

Rachel : " Not my finest moment, man"

Puck: "nor mine."

Phil : "so why.."

Finn : "Jewish solidarity dude"

Phil : "Okay…."

Quinn : "sweetheart don't try to keep tabs on who and who dated. You'll only get confused."

Rachel : "and a headache. I know I did."

Mercedes : "see who talks. Anyway so not he point"

Phil : "and the point is ?"

Mercedes : "cutting you, white boy, if you mess with our girls."

Santana : "yeah, I've razor blades in my hair"

Artie : "Yeah dude, I was In the football team, I'll kick your ass"

Puck : "Been to the sack once, watch out boy"

Brittany : "and Lord Tubbington will choke you to death. Just sayin' "

Mercedes : "yeah you don't want to mess with her cat"

Puck : "But I'll mess with her anytime."

Santana : "Shut up Puckerman"

Phil : "don't worry mates, I'm not planning on hurting Quinn or the baby for that matter. I love them too much. They are my life"

They all nodded smiling. They hoped that they didn't scare the man too much. They hadn't realized how far it did actually go, because they were just having so much fun together, and it was so nice to act like 17 years old kids again. But Phil didn't seem to shaken, or horrified. In fact, he was still just a bit confused, but highly amused.

"I'm sorry for my friends, baby, they're crazy" said Quinn, smiling. She had so much fun enjoying their exchange, even though she didn't really participated. She thought it was best to keep herself out of it, just in case. Phil was great, but still. Better be safe than sorry.

"Sorry, Phil, for these immature freaks" added Kurt with a huge smile on his face, that actually matched the look on her face, for the first time since Friday morning, and that everybody noticed.

"speaking of immature, how did you call your baby?" asked Puck

everyone rolled his eyes. "Way to go Noah"

"No, it's cool mate," chuckled Phil, "we actually decided to call her Lea"

"It's pretty" said Rachel

"Lea Michelle Fabray Smith" completed Quinn

"I love it… by the way Quinn, I've got something for you. and the baby" said Kurt

"You shouldn't have"

"Yeah Kurt, you shouldn't have." Mike sighed. "You make us seem like bad friends…"

"At least you could have included us in it …" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"It's ok, guys, really, Besides, Kurt you didn't have too…" said Quinn trying to calm her friends who were slightly annoyed with Kurt at the moment.

"No, it's nothing like that… guys" said Kurt quickly. "Nothing that I bought, or made… It's just something that I had for some time…"

"Even better Kurt, trying to give away left over's?"

"Oh shut up Noah" sighed Kurt. Puck looked clearly offended, but before he could say anything, Kurt added, "It's not a material things… it's just words…"

Now, everyone seemed confused, even Quinn.

"Let me explain. Actually, It's a poem. Or more like a song."

"You wrote me a song?" asked a bewildered Quinn.

"No I didn't wrote it. Couldn't wrote something so beautiful if I tried." It wasn't cheap modesty, everyone could tell. Kurt really meant it. And it just annoyed them more, because they knew Kurt could really underestimate himself sometimes, even if, for most people he just sounded like the most obnoxious diva on earth. Well, besides Rachel, that is.

"Who did then?" asked a very curious Rachel.

"It's a Arabic song. I don't really recall his name. The thing is I have this woman who works in the company in the HR, and well, she's Egyptian originally, her name is Leila. And she has this beautiful daughter, who I think is 12, or 13. Sophia. So One day, last may, Mother's day, I went to ask Leila about something. As I went into her office, I heard some music playing. The most beautiful tone I've ever heard. I went in, and Sophia was there, playing the music on her phone, and she was singing along to her mom. Leila was… I don't know how to say that… but beyond moved to whatever she was hearing. And truly I was too. Even though I didn't understand the words." Kurt smiled remembering how perfect this moment was between the two. " I didn't want to interrupt, so later on, I asked her about it. She told me that every mother's day, her daughter, and her husband, they celebrate it, by playing this song. She said, even though she new it by heart, and she was expecting it, she was always so moved by the words. So I asked her if she could translate it for me. She did, and really, even if the translation is not really as powerful as the original as she said, it was powerful enough for me."

Everyone was touched by the story, especially when they could guess where Kurt was going to do.

"Quinn", begun again Kurt, with a larger smile on his face, and even his eyes were unusually glowing, which made Quinn smile even more strongly at him, "I know that this would be your kid's job to sing you this song one day, and I'll make sure he will." Kurt said looking at Phil, who nodded: " I'll remember it."

"But still, I know that you'll be an amazing mother, because this time you're ready..."

Everyone shrugged at "this time" but Kurt continued quickly: "It's because you've outgrown your fears, and you are stronger now. But you're also one of the kindest and nicest, and loving person I know. I know that you made some mistakes, like we all did, but hey, that's what made you, you. And I think that if you were able to face all that and be here today, that you'll be able to do just as good, or even better for your daughter."

Quinn was now crying at Kurt's words, and even Phil was beaming. The truth is in fact everyone in the room was touched by Kurt's words to Quinn, because they were so honest. And because after Kurt had been through, they knew how much he took upon himself to be with them, smiling, and saying all those things.

"Can I see the poem? " asked gently Quinn because Kurt seemed lost in his thoughts.

"Oh yeah, sorry… here it is…" he handed to an envelop with her name on it.

"Is it your only copy… because I wouldn't…" worried Quinn

"Don't worry… I don't think she would mind writing it for me another time… but anyway, I think I've memorized it by now…"

"Ok… good then." She looked at him with a genuine smile of gratitude

"Can you read it out loud?" asked Rachel " I mean if you don't mind…" she added quickly when saw the exasperate look on Mercedes face, annoyed by the fact that Rachel was a know-it-all.

"No of course I don't mind… But… Kurt ?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you read it for us?"

"Yeah sure…." He happened the envelope and turned to face everybody. " I don't know if you'll like it though, because well it's just an amateur translation, and it's not as beautiful without the music…" he was babbling by this point, almost blushing.

"Just read it Porcelain!"

Kurt gave her an murderous look, only to meet her smirk. He shrugged, but didn't respond in any way other than that. He opened the envelope, took the paper and begun to read:

"Oh the master of the beloved ones, oh my love

You're more precious than my soul and my blood

Oh you're tender and full of goodness

God keep you for me, my mom

In the past you stayed sleepless at night, got tired holding me for many nights of my life

And now you still enduring the hurt on my behalf

I sleep and you don't, you stay thinking at night

And you wake up from the sunrise and you check on me

May you live for me my mother my beloved

And may your satisfaction last for me

My soul is from yours

The reason I live is your nice wishes for me

You feel my joy even before I turned one

You feel my complains before I do

God keep you for me, my mom

God keep you for me, my mom

If I live my whole life to pay you back

How can I get enough years for it?

And where I can find the most precious gift?

My eye light, my soul, my life and my world

If you accept them ,then they are my gift to you

God keep you for me , the master of the beloved ones, oh my love"

*********

When Kurt finished, all the girls where crying, and most of the boys' eyes were wet. Kurt could have swore seeing one tear on Noah's cheek before he brushed his cheek, as if nothing happened. Nobody was talking, but everyone had a huge grin on their faces, despite the crying. So, they must have like it, though Kurt, relieved. He didn't know if they would because it was after all just a approximate translation, and the music that played in the back with the guitars and other instruments that he had never heard off, when he listened to it the first time, was definitely part of the magic. I was glad though that just the words did it.

"It's the most beautiful song about mothers that I've ever heard" said Rachel

Everyone just nodded, still beaming but Quinn squeezed his hand. He looked down at her and she flashed him with a smile that was running all across her face. Her cheeks were still wet but she seemed truly happy and touched. She tried to express all his gratitude through her smile, all the things that she couldn't say out loud, and he seemed to understand, because, his smile widened too, and he whispered to her : "you're welcome".

"I think we should leave" said suddenly Mercedes.

Her friends looked at her, surprise on their faces. It was almost like every one of them had forgotten whey they were, still lost in their thoughts after Kurt's poem, and transported by it. But Mercedes knew that they had imposed too much on Quinn and Phil already and they clearly wanted to spend some time alone with each other and the baby. Besides, it was really getting to hot in here, now that they were more than a dozen people in one average hospital room.

Slowly, they all begun to understand what she was thinking, and snapped one by one out of their daydreams.

"Yeah.. besides we should go back to the hotel, and pick our stuff. Our flight is soon" said Mike.

"Oh guys, we'll miss you!" said Mercedes, and Quinn at the same time.

"Yeah, we'll miss you too" added Brittany in a sad tone.

"Promise we will see each other soon? We must definitely not have to wait 4 years to do that again!" said Quinn

"Hey, you guys are shit… you wouldn't even come to our wedding?" said Mercedes with a wink

"WHATTTTT" the room exploded in screams.

"yeah, Sam popped the question last night just after the show. I wanted us to be all together to tell you the news"

"OH my god, Congratulations guys !"

"good job dude"

"I'm so happy for you Mercedes"

"Way to go, bro"

And it went on, and on, each of them, greeting the happy couple. They received hugs from everyone including Phil, except Kurt who was still frozen in shock, worrying seriously Mercedes. "Oh damn you Mercedes, way to be subtle" she thought. Obviously Kurt was still upset about Blaine and it wasn't fair to throw at him her happiness like that. Besides, he was her best friend and she should have told him first, before everyone else, and see how he felt about it.

"Kurt, are you ok baby ?"

"Cedes, you are getting married?" asked Kurt with a small voice

"yeah baby… I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"You are Really getting married?"

"yeah.. like I said…"

But she didn't quite finish her sentence because, Kurt had crashed into her, hugging her like ha was trying to crush her, and screaming : "You are getting Married, I'm so so so so so so HAPPY, I'm going to be bridesmaid, At your wedding!"

Everybody burst into laughter, as Kurt was still screaming : " Oh my God, Cedes you have to let me plan the wedding. Don't worry I'll do everything, You won't have to do a thing. I'll even pick up the dress. Well, obviously you have to try it, but that's it. Oh my Gaga, this is going to be spectacular… I see… "

"Wow calm down Kurt, calm down" said Mercedes, once he realized her. " I'm happy that you're happy for my white boy, but just calm down, breath,…"

"yeah, you're right, I'm just so happy for you, Cedes…And Sam, congratulations buddy, you better take care of my girl"

"Thanks It means a lot Kurt… and I will don't worry…" said Sam with a genuine smile "Besides, I'm dying to see you in a puffy bridesmaid dress Kurtie" he added, which made everyone laugh more.

"Oh Shut up Sammy" Kurt said rolling is eyes.

"Well, it's settled then. See you all, Punks at Samcedes' big blowout party!" said Puck, and everyone cheered.

And then they all hugged and kissed, and said their goodbyes. Mike and Tina were going back to Lima, Santana and Brittany were to accompany them at the airport as they were also supposed to fly back later this afternoon to L.A. Artie joined the ride, as they would drop him off by his hotel were his wife must have been waiting for him. He was also supposed to go back home the next day.

Quinn wouldn't leave the hospital after noon, and they would drive straight the Boston, as planned by Phil. Apparently their parents were crazed by the wait of seeing and holding Lea.

As for the others, they just said goodbye since they all lived in the city and pretty much saw each other everyday.

"See you later Kurtie." Said Puckerman , and then he added just for the form, and for Phil and because yeah, he was Puck after all, and just couldn't leave it at that: "You can't miss the guy, around here, even though it's a freaking big city. There's a freakin fairy dust tapped on his ass, spreading everywhere he goes . " grinned Puck. Everyone sighed but in the same time they looked amused. Phil was obviously having a hard time fighting laughter.

"Checkin' my ass much, Noah?" smirked Kurt.

" Ok on that note, we will get the hell out" Mercedes quickly said shoving they guys out, before this would get out of hand. " Sorry. Nice to meet you though Phil. Take care of my gals for me… and if you ever hurt them… I will cut…"

"Ok, out you too!" said Sam while Phil was shaking is head, clearly amused, but a bit shocked by Mercedes words.

Sam shoved Mercedes out, but not before she was able smile and wink at Quinn, who responded the same way. Rachel and Finn followed them quickly after saying their goodbyes.

*****

Only then, after the door was safely closed, Phil allowed himself to burst into loud laughter. Quinn looked at her husband bemused and then started laughing too.

"They are quite something your mates" said Phil between 2 chuckles

"Yeah, but that's why I love them. I didn't know we were gonna feel so at ease after all this time. But it was natural to act like ourselves, even after 4 years. It felt nice"

"Almost like a family"

"Not almost " said Quinn more seriously now, and more fiercely, "exactly like a family. A dysfunctional one," they both chuckled, "but a family nonetheless. "