When we got home Kurt looked around the living room a confused look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I left the bags here....the ones from the....from earlier today."

God, was that just today? It seems like a lifetime ago.

"Santana." I said.

"What?"

"Santana said she'd take care of....of the stuff we bought earlier."

"Oh...there was....there was one I wanted to keep."

"The blue stripped one?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I told her to leave that one; I don't know where she put it though."

"I'm going to bed."

"Are you hungry? Do you want some dinner?"

He shook his head.

I went to the kitchen to get some food, I didn't feel hungry but I knew I hadn't eaten since lunch and logically I knew I should. I stopped dead in my tracks in front of the fridge; Kurt must have time to put the newest sonogram on the fridge before the hospital called him. I reached out and touched the image of the son I would never know.

"I thought I got them all." A voice said causing me to jump twenty feet.

"Fuck San, you scared me."

"Sorry."

"He didn't have a name, how can you miss someone who didn't even have a name?"

"What would you have named him?"

"I don't know. Kurt and I never discussed it...we didn't get a chance."

"That's not what I asked. I asked what you would've named him."

"Kyle....Kyle Elliot Hummel" I said softly.

"I like that name." Kurt said from behind us.

"Well there you go, now he has a name." Santana said.

"It's a bit too late now, don't you think?"

She shook her head. "The two of you are going to think about him for the rest of your lives, no matter what happens you'll think about him, you'll wonder what he would've looked like and what his voice would've sounded like and if he would be sarcastic like his daddy or a dork like his papa and now when you do you'll have a name to think about and you won't have to refer to him as the baby you lost."

"It's late, you should probably head home." I told her not knowing what else to say.

"Nope, I'm staying." She said shaking her head. "Besides it's not that late, it's only 9."

"Is it? God, I thought it was the middle of the night." Kurt said.

"Me too."

"Now who wants to get drunk?" Santana asked.

I raised my hand immediately.

"Kurt?" She asked. "Or we can call Rachel and the two of you can...do whatever it is the two of you do."

"I don't want to get drunk and I don't think you should either Blaine. You'll just end up wanting to go after that asshole and you'll probably end up getting yourself killed....and I can't lose you too...I wouldn't survive, I'm barely surviving right now."

"There's an asshole to go after? I though she fell down some stairs." Santana asked.

"No....she was attacked...there's an asshole and he wanted to make sure the baby didn't survive." I told her.

Santana started speaking quietly in Spanish, I'm not 100% sure what she said but I believe it was along of the lines of "I'm going to fucking murder him" and then a detailed description of how she was going to murder him.

"I'm going to bed, try to keep it down and please Santana don't let him do anything stupid." Kurt said.

"I'll be up in a bit...I'm going to go a few rounds with my punching bag first." I told Kurt.

"Ok, good."

A few hours later I tired myself out beating on my punching bag and I crawled into bed next to Kurt spooning him, I could tell he was still awake and that he had been crying.

"Jesus Blaine, didn't you wrap your hands?"

"Huh?"

He leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp.

"You're hands are bleeding Blaine, didn't you wrap them?"

"I guess not."

"Fuck Blaine! What would happen if you screwed up your hands? How would you play guitar or piano?"

"I really don't fucking care."

"Damn it Blaine. Come on we need to clean you up."

"I'm fine."

"No you aren't, neither of us are but this is something I can fix." He said leading me into our bathroom where he sat me on the closed toilet and cleaned my hands.

"I know you need to try and distract yourself but you have to think things through Blaine, hurting yourself won't do anyone any good."

"I'm sorry."

"Now, let's get some sleep."

I woke up a few hours later and noticed Kurt wasn't in bed anymore, I sat up and saw that our bathroom door was open and the light was off so he wasn't in there. I got out of bed and went looking for him, when I got to the hall I noticed the door to the room that was supposed to be the nursery was open a crack and the light was on.

"Hey, when did you paint it?" I asked opening the door and finding the room no longer had beige walls instead it was painted to look like a safari complete with trees, giraffes, monkeys and lions.

"Last week, I wanted to surprise you...it's funny I was going for unisex but it really looks like a boy's room doesn't it?"

"It kinda does, but maybe that's because we now know it was supposed to be for a boy." I said sitting down next to him.

"Kyle, not a boy, it was meant for Kyle."

I nodded. "He would've loved it."

"You don't know that."

"I do, he would've loved it because you painted it for him."

He hummed.

"What are you doing in here anyway? It's the middle of the night....I checked it really is this time."

"I can't sleep, I'm so tired but I can't sleep."

I nodded. "Ok."

"You can go back to bed though."

"Not without you."

"I don't want to talk; I just want to sit here."

"Ok." I said wrapping my arms around him, he turned his head into my neck and I felt his hot tears hitting my skin. We stayed like that the rest of the night and that's where we were the next morning when Santana came looking for us.