Thursday Morning

"Blaine! Stop!" Kurt laughed, trying to wiggle his way out of his husband's grasp. He had been busily working on all of the preparations for their Thanksgiving dinner, when Blaine had snuck up on him from behind. He pulled Kurt close, running a hand up and under his sweater while pressing kisses up and down his neck.

"Mmmm, nope," Blaine smiled into Kurt's shoulder. "Don't wanna."

"Well, you're gonna have to," Kurt said briskly. "We have a million things to do before everyone gets here and it's only gonna get crazier with all the kids running around. I need you to... Oooohhhmygod, that's your hand down my pants," he closed his eyes, leaning his head back on his husband's shoulder. He gave in, too caught up in how amazing it felt to even remember what he was talking about. When Blaine let go momentarily to readjust his grip though, he came back to reality and reached around to smack the nurse in the shoulder.

"What are you doing? One of the kids is gonna walk in here!"

"Nope," Blaine responded airily as he grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and whipped him around. Kurt looked at him with wide eyes and a little smile on his face. "Puck loaded them all up and took them to the park. Said he needed some quality 'Uncle Puck' time with all of his kids. Plus, I talked to Carole and she's coming early to help us with dinner. We're alone in our house for the morning, baby. Let's take advantage of it."

Kurt sank back against the counter in resignation, and relaxed almost immediately. His eyes closed as Blaine pressed him back, leaning into him and pressing kiss after kiss from his lips, to his jaw and down his neck.

"Were our new kids okay with that?" Kurt asked breathlessly. "Brandi was comfortable?"

"She was fine." Blaine stopped with his kisses and stepped back, realizing that his husband probably needed a little reassurance. "I know, I was surprised by that too. She was so quiet last night and didn't say a word to him."

The previous evening, when Puck had surprised them with his presence, Brandi had made a point to stay so close to her foster fathers, she was practically on their laps at all times. They had just snuggled her reassuringly, rubbing her arm or squeezing her hand while they continued talking with Puck. She eventually relaxed a little, and by the end of the evening she was actually staring at the new man with wide, starry eyes. She had blushed brightly when she realized that Blaine had caught her in the act.

"I was watching her, both at the end of last night, and this morning while you were talking to Puck and cooking breakfast. I, uh, I think she might have the littlest bit of a crush."

Kurt's head jerked up and he slapped away the hand that was reaching toward his zipper.

"What? Are you... do you even... What?!"

"Yeah, she blushed anytime he spoke to her, and when he was looking for the milk, she ran and grabbed it for him with a goofy little smile on her face. She looked like she wanted to melt down into the floor when her called her 'darlin'."

"But," Kurt sputtered weakly, "she can't!"

"Kurt," Blaine sighed, instantly regretting bringing it up instead of getting his husband naked first. "Brandi is a teenager. Teenagers get crushes. Puck is this totally badass cop, and he was so sweet with her, even when she was all shy and refused to talk to him at first. It's perfectly understandable. At least it's Puck. Obviously nothing would ever develop from it and it's someone we trust completely. She's probably going to go off to school next semester and get a crush on a boy we don't even know. If you can't handle her having a harmless crush on your best friend, how are you gonna handle her having one that could actually go somewhere?"

Kurt instantly pouted and slumped against the counter.

"I know. We just got her though, Blaine! We can't lose her to the world of boys quite yet!"

"And we won't," Blaine laughed. "She has a tiny, fantasy crush. We're not losing her to anything or anyone."

Kurt sighed and let out a little grunt, not quite ready to concede.

Blaine smiled and reached back to the zipper, slowly pulling it down and reaching his hand in. Kurt's grin returned and he let out a light moan when Blaine grasped him and started stroking gently.

"Babe," Kurt tapped him on the arm. "Let's move this. I don't want to have to get a whole new outfit out and I'm not getting naked here in the kitchen around the food."

Blaine gave a little side smirk and slowly sank to his knees.

"I think I can come up with a way to work around both of those concerns."

"Oh my god, yes," Kurt breathed out. "Make it quick so I can do you too before they get back."

Blaine didn't answer. His mouth was already full.

Puck looked out on the playground as the kids ran around, screaming and laughing, with a soft smile that was reserved solely for his nieces and nephews. Granted, there were a few more than the last time he had visited, but he had no problems with that. They were actually a huge part of the reason he was here.

His heart had ached a little each time Kurt updated him over Skype, or texted him a picture of Tia and Liam snuggled up with one dad or the other. He already hated the fact that he lived far enough away that he only saw Elly and Addy every couple of months or so. Now his best friend had gone and added three brand new kids to the ranks and he hadn't even had the chance to teach them inappropriate words, or fill them up on ice cream and send them home all sugared up.

True, his visit had more than one purpose, but right now, till after the holidays, he was letting himself have a little vacation and enjoy time being an uncle again. The last couple years of his life had been sadly empty of that particular experience. It had taken him moving away to realize just how much it had meant to him. All that, 'you don't know what you've got till it's gone' crap.

His smile grew a little as he watched Elliott and Liam playing a little game of one-on-one tag, where Elly was obviously moving in slow motion so that Liam could easily catch him. He struggled for a moment with his emotions, feeling that same warm fuzzy feeling that Elliott had been causing ever since he was tiny. There had never been a more kind, quietly thoughtful, and generous kid as Elliott. He may act a bit like an old man in a child's body, but that just served to make him even more endearing. Puck knew that having Kurt as a dad from the beginning had more to do with that than anything else. What other parent would have been so lovingly patient during the whole drama when Elliott refused to talk? He was one lucky kid.

Now there was Liam, who was benefiting not only from having two amazing fathers, but the best older brother anyone could ask for. He was, definitely, one lucky kid. It was obvious how much he had improved since the Hummels had taken him in. Puck remembered very well the pictures Kurt had texted from the first couple of days after they had taken the kids in. The image of two kids, way too thin, solemn expressions, covered in purpling bruises... it had made his skin crawl. The only thing that had stopped him from hopping in his car and seeking these parents out on his own had been a text from Kurt, immediately after sending the pics.

Okay. I know you. Unlock your jaw and stop grinding your teeth. I'm not sending these pictures to incend you. I'm sending them so you can see my two newest kids. They're safe. They have me now. Don't go off all half cocked and make plans to stake out their parents. Love you, man. ~Kurt

He had held his rage inside, at least for the time being.

He looked up when he heard Tia's giggles, and his gaze moved on to where Brandi was settling her little sister into one of the swings equipped with a baby seat. Addy was standing by, jumping up and down excitedly and insisting on being the one to give Tia her pushes. He was about to speak up, knowing how carefree and exuberant Addy could be, but Brandi knelt down beside the six-year-old before he could say anything, and helped her to push for a moment, showing her the right speed.

He watched the three girls curiously, finding their interactions and personalities such an interesting mix. Tia and Addy were obviously two of a kind. Both were rather happy-go-lucky about life in general, and all smiles about ninety percent of the time. They were like little bundles of sunshine to everyone they met. It had, comparatively, taken Tia much less time to adjust to their new life than Liam. She had bounced back to the happy, chubby cheeked girl she was meant to be in no time flat, and she and Addy had become quite the pair.

Brandi on the other hand... well, she was a bit of a mystery to Puck. It was obvious how intimidated of him she had been when he first arrived. She had spent the first half of the previous evening as close to her foster fathers' sides as possible, without appearing clingy. She looked more as if she just wanted to disappear behind the closest thing that gave her comfort, and Kurt and Blaine were obviously providing that for her. Puck had felt more disheartened than he had in a while, watching this innocent teen so terrified of a stranger. What had happened to her that had caused this type of reaction? He felt deep down that it might be better if he didn't find out.

Later on in the evening though, things had changed a bit. He remembered telling an amusing story about an undercover bust gone wrong, and had glanced over to Blaine. He hadn't been surprised to see Brandi, cuddled up against the curly-haired man, tightly gripping his hand. He had been surprised at the fact that Brandi was actually meeting his gaze though, even if just for a moment. He had felt a warm little tug, wanting all of his nieces and nephews to love him, and had sent her a small wink. Her cheeks had flushed and she had immediately looked down, refusing to meet his gaze again. He thought he had scared her off, and had honestly felt a little crappy, until it had come to bedtime for the younger kids.

The children had obeyed quickly when Blaine announced that it was time for bed, and Addy and Elly had jumped immediately to Puck's side for a hug goodnight. Liam had followed after, somewhat shyly, and insisting on holding Kurt's hand the whole time he hugged the mohawked man. Tia had simply uttered a slobbery little coo, and been on her way in Blaine's arms.

When all the other kids had started down the hall, accompanied by their fathers, Brandi had hung back. He had watched her hesitantly for a moment, wondering if he should speak, when she half-met his gaze with bright red cheeks.

She had muttered the word 'night' so quickly he wasn't even positive she had said it, then made a mad dash down the hall to her room before he could even respond.

Then this morning she had been acting even more oddly, seeming to warm up to him one moment, and then ducking shyly behind one dad or the other in order to keep herself from his view.

He had honestly been surprised when she had agreed to come along to the park so readily, thinking that she would be way too nervous, being without the comforting presence of Kurt or Blaine. He seriously had no idea how to read this kid. It had been way too long since he'd dealt with a thirteen-year-old.

He knew enough of her story to know that she had good reason to be skittish, and plenty of reason to not trust men. He couldn't help but feel that being with Kurt and Blaine was probably when of the best possible things for her. What better way to learn to trust adults again, men in particular. She was being given a taste of some pretty spectacular parenting, and being given a chance to heal and grow.

His eyes widened when she started taking slow and tentative steps in his direction, now that Addy had gotten a hang of how to push Tia without getting whacked in the face by the swingback.

Brandi edged her way toward him, in a way that would above been almost comical had he not known her background. She looked reminiscent of a scared wild animal, who was hopeful of trusting someone, yet whose instincts told them to duck and cover. She sent him occasional glances, always pulling away her gaze the moment they made eye contact. Bit by bit, she made her way forward, with awkward little shuffles and skips, until she was only a foot or two away from the bench he was sitting on. She was looking away pointedly, carefully determined to make it seem as though she didn't even notice him there.

He worked extraordinarily hard at keeping in his grin, and made a huge production of scooting all the way to the end of the bench. He then leaned forward, trying to catch her eye. She gave him a cautious sideways glance, looking like she was battling some major nerves. He smiled softly, patting the seat next to him. Playing nervously with the edge of her coat, she sat down on edge of the bench, as far away from him as she could possibly be without falling off.

He shot her a reassuring smile, followed by a wink, and was surprised when she immediately ducked her head with a bright blush and a glowing smile.

His eyes widened.

Oh, crap. So that's what's going on. Kurt is gonna freaking kill me!

"So," he cleared his throat, "what's it like living with fairy doc and nurse fancy pants?"

Her smile immediately dropped as she gave him a look of dismay, and he promptly gave himself a mental kick in the pants.

"Sweetie, you need to know that Kurt is one of the best friends I've ever had. I love that guy like a brother. And Kurt loves Blaine, so I do too. Just, ignore those kinds of things that come out of my mouth. I can be the world's biggest unintentionally douche sometimes. It's all said in love, okay? I'm just a huge tease."

He watched her anxiously, more than prepared for her to retreat into herself at his thoughtless joke, and was happily surprised when she smiled gently and nodded.

"It's wonderful," she spoke hesitantly, yet with obvious adoration for her foster parents. "Sometimes I wake up in the morning and pinch myself to see if it's real."

Puck swallowed back the heaviness that suddenly seemed to settle in his throat.

"I'm glad. They certainly love you, that's for sure. They're pretty awesome foster parents, huh?"

Brandi nodded shyly and kept her focus on her boots, an adorable suede pair that Kurt had purchased for her on their last shopping trip.

"They said..." her voice faded away for a moment, and she chewed on the inside of her lip before speaking up again. "They said they want to be my dads for real. They're gonna adopt me, along with my brother and sister, as long as a judge says it's okay."

"Well that's pretty exciting news!" Puck glanced out to make sure the other four children were still doing well, then leaned his elbows down onto his knees and gave Brandi a bright smile.

She simply nodded her head, giving him the most full-on smile she had, yet to date.

He nodded back agreeably and was just searching his arsenal for another safe topic, when he heard Addy yelp from across the playground. He looked up to see her holding Tia still in the swing and hopping anxiously on one foot.

"Uncle Puck! Come quick! Tia pooped! It's leaking everywhere! Aaahhh! It's so gross!"

His face paled, and he froze in place on the bench for a moment, not quite sure what to do. A couple of fathers near by shot him sympathetic looks, but sympathy didn't really help in this moment.

Dammit! This was the reason he hadn't taken Elly out alone until he'd been potty trained, and he hadn't had to worry about that with Addy. He'd forgotten. Well, he was certainly learning his lesson now.

With a groan of frustration, he whipped off his coat. He made a mad dash to where Addy was trying to hold Tia in place in the swing, yet still stand as far away as possible.

With his eyes closed and breath held, he scooped the baby out of the swing, quickly wrapping her bottom half in his coat.

He called the other kids to him, and awkwardly started running toward the car, holding Tia as far in front of him as possible. He couldn't help thinking that Kurt had better be prepared to buy him a new, damn coat.

"Kurt... yes... yes... yes... godyes..."

Kurt grinned inwardly, relaxing his throat and sinking all the way in so that his lips and the tip of his nose were flush with Blaine's skin. He nudged his husband's skin with his nose, breathing him in deeply while stroking his thighs in light circles.

Blaine choked out a little cry and stuttered forward... just as the front door slammed.

"Dudes! You wouldn't believe what happened! Your little princess here is a regular poop machi-..."

Puck trailed off, balancing Tia on his hip and looking at the scene before him as he walked into the kitchen.

Blaine was obviously in the middle of a record-breakingly fast spin in the opposite direction of the front hall, and looked like he was doubled over.

Kurt's head popped up from behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, and he was wiping a hand over flushed and swollen lips.

Blaine spun back around, a too bright smile on his face, and leaned dazedly against the counter.

Kurt hurriedly picked up a knife and tried to dice some carrots that had already been thoroughly chopped, all the while looking pointedly away from Puck.

"Hey," Blaine drawled out, almost lazily, his eyes a bit heavy-lidded.

"You're back a little quicker than we thought." Kurt spoke with a shaky little laugh, trying to sound casual, and failing.

His voice was abnormally deep and rough.

Puck slowly started to grin, and was about to speak, when Addy rushed in beside him, followed by the other kids.

"Daddies!" She squealed. "Tia had the biggest, yuckiest poop ever and it almost got on me, and Uncle Puck had to wrap her up in his coat, and then he got all nervous when he tried to change her at the car, and poop was running down her legs, and then Brandi had to help cuz Uncle Puck didn't know what he was doing... Daddy?"

Blaine leaned toward her expectantly as she questioned him, still dizzyingly trying to follow her rambling story.

"Your zipper on your pants isn't all the way up, daddy. You musta forgot when you went potty."

Puck snorted a laugh and both Kurt and Blaine blushed as the nurse quickly reached down to rectify the situation.

"Daddy?"

Kurt's head snapped up when Elliott stepped forward and spoke softly, a wary expression on his face.

"Your face looks funny."

"What?" Kurt reached a hand up to his face, wiping around his mouth self-conciously.

"Yeah, you look like..." Elliott trailed off, a little uncertain.

"Like your lips got stuck in a vacuum cleaner," Addy piped up with an innocent smile. "Oh, and your pants need to be fixed too!" She said in a loud stage whisper, pointing at Kurt's zipper.

The doctor flushed deep red then, looking like he wanted to sink through the floor, and finished zipping himself up with an awkward sounding cough.

"Now your faces are all pink, daddies!" Addy yelped in surprise.

"Are you sick?" Elliott asked in concern, running up and making a show of wanting to feel both his dad's foreheads.

"Guys, we're fine," Blaine spoke up quickly, sending both their first graders a reassuring smile. "Everyone is gonna be here in just a bit, okay? Go clean up and then put on the outfits that daddy laid out on your beds."

With an accepting shrug, Addy bounced away, followed by a confused looking Elliott. Brandi had missed part of the conversation, since she had come into the room last with Liam. She looked at them curiously, not quite sure what was going on, but way too shy to question.

"Punkin, you can go ahead and get ready if you like," Kurt said to her as he moved to take Liam from her arms, taking the time to give her a quick side hug.

"Were you okay? You didn't feel nervous being out without us?" He whispered, looking at her intently.

She quickly shook her head and smiled.

"No, It was good. It was nice."

Kurt fought the urge to turn around and shoot Puck a warning glare, and instead pulled her in for another quick hug, whispering that he was glad, before shooing her down the hall. He turned around to find Blaine taking Tia from Puck's arms and his best friend shooting him a knowing smirk as he settled onto a bar stool next to the counter.

He braced himself, knowing Puck way too well to think that he'd just let this go, and wanted to officially disappear when he finally spoke.

"So, I see that you two decided to get a head start on the appetizers."

Thursday Afternoon

"Do you need help, da-... um, Kurt?"

Kurt looked up quickly, to see Brandi standing in front of him uncertainly. She looked shocked at her near faux pas, and uncertain as to how he would respond. He set down the stack of dessert plates he had been retrieving form the cupboard, and moved quickly around the counter, pulling her into a hug. Without another word on the subject, he turned back to preparing the desserts, and shot her a happy smile while sliding the pumpkin pies in her direction.

"Definitely. Where are the rest of the kids at?"

"Grandma Carole is feeling the baby move, so Cara is kind of trapped."

Kurt chuckled at that, though he did wonder a bit at how Brandi called his parents Grandma and Grandpa so easily, while she was obviously still hesitant to call he or Blaine dad. He quickly dismissed his thoughts though, knowing that she would when she was ready.

"Elise, Hailey and Addy are playing dress-up in my room," she went on. "Teegan, Skylar and Liam are playing trucks in Elliott's room, and Elliott and Micah are outside running around."

At Kurt's quick glance at the window she spoke up again.

"Grandpa Paul made sure they put coats on, don't worry."

"You are incredibly insightful, you know that?" He grinned at her as he finished with the apple pie.

She grinned back, and they both looked up when Cara and Blaine entered the room.

"I'm fine, squishy!" The pregnant teen spoke with barely concealed irritation.

"I'm sure you are, 'squishy'," Blaine replied, holding back a smile. "I'm just saying that you've been having a ridiculous amount of Braxton Hicks contractions today. I want to make sure that you're resting if you need to. Don't overdue it."

"How often are you having them?" Kurt spoke up suddenly, concern in his eyes and tension around his mouth. Cara groaned and thunked her head down on the counter

"Loooord! Not you too! Come on, you know I love you guys to death, and of course I am going to take care of myself and the baby, but SERIOUSLY? You're driving me nuts!"

At Kurt and Blaine's looks of shock, Cara automatically grew embarrassed. She hadn't meant to snap at them, but they both hovered constantly like mother hens and she was sore, and achy, and tired, and her back hurt, and her feet hurt, and she had thrown up again the past two mornings, and she was having contractions every single day now, and she was just so, so, so very tired of being pregnant.

The husbands' eyes widened when she suddenly looked as if she was about to burst into tears, and plopped herself down onto a stool grumpily.

They both looked at each other silently, before stepping to either side of her and hugging her between them.

"Three more weeks, sweetheart," Kurt said softly. "Maybe even less. Your doctor said it was safe for you to go at any time now, right?"

She nodded with a loud sniffle.

"I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm just so tired."

They looked at each other helplessly, feeling at a loss, until Brandi stepped up with an uncharacteristically determined look on her face.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm going to take care of Cara, you guys leave now."

They looked at each other uncertainly, but when Blaine opened his mouth to argue she pointed a petite finger in his face.

"This is girl territory, and you are not girls. I love you guys too, but please leave."

They both automatically grinned, and placed a kiss on either of her cheeks, before glancing back warily at Cara and exiting the room.

The older teen was shooting Brandi a watery smile, and they knew as they walked out that she would be fine.

"She's so shy except for when she's being protective, huh?"

Blaine settled down into the last empty chair at the dining room table, and patted his lap. Kurt sat down lightly, wrapping an arm around his husband's shoulders.

"I know. She makes me think of Elliott."

They smiled at each other, thinking of how amazing it was that their kids could be similar while not even being biologically related. Blaine pulled Kurt in for a kiss, squeezing him close.

"Enjoy that while you can!"

They looked up to see Burt grinning at them from across the table.

"Soon you're adding another kid to the mix. You'll officially have no more time for that stuff."

"Dad," Kurt rolled his eyes. "I have five kids already. If I can manage to find time to kiss my husband with five, I think I can do it with six."

"I don't know how, dude," Finn spoke up with admiration in his voice. "I swear we didn't do it for five months after the twins were born."

"Finn!" Rachel smacked him with her napkin.

"Cheers!" Wes held up his wine glass to Finn, causing Marie to smack him with her own napkin.

"Yes, dear brother," Kurt spoke up. "Because your wife was healing from a traumatic birth. This is part of the beauty of being a gay man. No one's vagina has to heal."

"Kurt!" Blaine reached across the table to snatch Rachel's napkin away and smack his husband with it. "You can be slightly more discreet!"

The nurse glanced across the table at Cara's father to shoot him an apologetic look, but just received an amused grin in response.

"Cheers!" Jeff and Nick both called out, clinking their glasses and raising them toward Kurt and Blaine with wide grins.

"I wish I was a gay man some days," Marie muttered under her breath.

"Marie!" Wes pretended to be offended with a mock glare, tossing his napkin in her direction.

"Cheers to that!" Rachel piped up loudly, raising her glass high above her head toward Marie.

Finn grinned in spite of himself and pulled his wife in for a kiss.

"Now that this conversation has gotten just plain weird," Paul muttered, "how are you guys doing on deciding on a name for the new little munchkin. Got it narrowed down?"

"Oh yes," Carole spoke up with a laugh. "Liam told me all about how the baby is going to be a tank engine, and I had no idea what he was talking about until Elliott filled me in."

"Yeah," Puck chuckled. "I got an earful when we went to the park."

"What's this about?" Marie asked curiously.

"We let the kids each put in a vote for a name for the baby," Blaine answered.

"Oh, you guys!" Rachel sounded choked up. "What an amazing way to involve all the kids!"

Finn slipped an arm around her waist and turned to Kurt.

"What did they come up with?"

"Um, let's see," Kurt said thoughtfully, looking to Blaine for affirmation. "We have Malachi, Thomas, Greyson, and Kurt."

He rolled his eyes at the last name, and Blaine poked him in the side with a grin.

"How did you guys end up picking Addy and Elly's names?" Jeff asked curiously.

Burt surprised them all by bursting into laughter. Kurt just glared at him.

"It's not funny, dad!"

Burt rolled his eyes.

"It's a little funny Kurt. You named your kid after a character in a movie."

"Why's that so funny?" Nick asked, genuinely confused.

"Tell them which character," Burt said with barely concealed laughter.

"How do I not know about this?" Blaine pulled Kurt around in his lap to look at him accusatorily.

Kurt shrugged with a blush.

"E.T.!" Puck called out excitedly. "You named him after the kid in E.T.!"

Burt shook his head, grinning.

"Try again."

They all sat in silence for a moment, wracking their brains, until Kurt sighed heavily.

"Pete's Dragon," he muttered.

"The kid in Pete's dragon was named Elliott too?" Jeff asked, looking uncertain.

Suddenly Paul burst into laughter.

"No! The cartoon dragon was named Elliott!"

Silence, then everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh, sweetie!" Blaine laughed. "You named your son after a cartoon, magical dragon with purple hair? You are so cute!"

"I didn't name him after the dragon!" Kurt exclaimed defensively. "I just heard the name for the first time ever and I liked it."

He stuck his tongue out at his dad, causing even more laughter, and Blaine pressed a little smacking kiss on his cheek.

"Fine!" Kurt rolled his eyes. "Laugh it up, people. I named my kid after a cartoon dragon. How did you come up with Addy's name, Blaine?"

He turned in his husband's lap, hoping to turn the attention from himself. Blaine immediately went pale and darted his eyes to the side.

"Um, I just heard it somewhere and liked it. I can't remember anymore."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, noticing immediately how Blaine was avoiding eye contact.

"Oh my god! Don't you dare lie to me! It's something equally as shameful as mine! Isn't it?!"

Blaine's blush deepened and everyone else at the table called out with teasing laughter.

"Fine! Whatever!" Blaine threw up his hands. "I heard it in an Ann of Green Gables movie."

More silence, then even louder laughter.

"Oh, honey!" Kurt squeezed him close with a happy smile. "You're at least as equally cute and embarrassing as I am."

"Oh my god," Puck shook his head. "You guys could not be more gay."

"That would be the point," Kurt replied sassily, pulling Blaine's face up for a kiss.

"So," Carole interrupted with a bemused sigh, "you told us the names the kids picked out. What names have you two picked out?"

Blaine was just starting to respond when a panicked voice called from the kitchen.

"Daddies!"

Both Kurt and Blaine looked up, hearts racing. They didn't even have time to register their shock at the fact that Brandi had called them both daddy. They could only recognize the fact that she sounded petrified.

"Something's wrong with Cara! You need to come right now!"

They dove to their feet, hearts in their throats, racing to the kitchen before she could barely finish her sentence.

The only person to beat them there was Cara's dad.

All three men dove to their knees by her side, finding her crouched down on the floor, clutching her stomach.

Blaine's eyes widened as he skidded through a wet spot on the floor before crashing to his knees. He looked down frantically, terrified that he would find blood, and was relieved to see that the fluid surrounding the teen was clear. He nudged Kurt, and the doctor nodded quickly, showing that he had noticed.

"It's okay, Car-bear," her father said soothingly, pulling her head into his lap.

He shot a desperate look at the two husbands.

"Please tell me this is normal," he asked in a low voice.

"So far, this looks very normal," Blaine reassured him. "We'll take care of her. Don't worry."

"Sweetheart, can you tell me what happened exactly?" Kurt asked gently as they tried to settle her into a more comfortable position. He locked eyes with her, and his heart melted.

Gone was the irritable pregnant woman for earlier. In her place, was an absolutely terrified child. He immediately reached down to smooth the hair back out of her eyes and smiled soothingly.

"I don't..." she trailed off before she could even get a couple of words out, squeezing her eyes shut and tensing up.

"Breathe sweetie. Just breathe," Blaine spoke calmly. Sucking in and letting out deep breaths along with her.

She gripped Blaine's and her father's hands tightly, breathing through the contraction, and finally relaxing again.

"I don't know," she gasped. "The pain has been getting worse all day, but I thought that it was still just the Braxton Hicks. Next thing I knew, I was standing next to Brandi, cutting pies, and there was this huge, like, release of pressure. Then my legs were soaking wet. After that came the awful pain. Feels like someone is squeezing my stomach in a vice and then stabbing me in the back with a knife."

"I'd say you're in full blown labor, squishy," Blaine smiled. She gripped his hand in alarm. All desire to just be done with this pregnancy fell away and fear set in.

"No! It's too early! No! We have to stop it!"

"Honey," Kurt interrupted. "Your water broke. There's really no going back from that. Besides, you're only three weeks out. That is a perfectly acceptable amount of time to be early. Everything is gonna be fine, but we need to get you to the hospital right now."

He turned to Blaine and murmured under his breath.

"I have no desire to deliver yet another baby using Finn's shoelaces as medical equipment. Especially my own child."

Blaine smiled and rubbed his husband's back.

Cara looked up at her dad, shaking slightly from both pain and trepidation. He gave her a cheerful smile, trying his best to bolster her. She let out a ragged breath, and held out her hands to be helped up.

"Okay, get me to the car before the next contraction hits or I'm not gonna be able to walk."

She laughed nervously and a loud cheer broke out from the doorway. They all turned in surprise, realizing that they had momentarily forgotten that there were so many other people in the house.

Paul immediately stepped forward to help Cara walk, on the opposite side of her father, while everyone else cleared a path. Brandi dashed to Carole's side, looking nervous and concerned, and the women all gave Cara reassuring little squeezes as she passed, telling her she would do just fine.

Kurt and Blaine turned and looked at each other silently, one thought going through their minds.

Oh my god! We're going to have a baby tonight!