"Mike said we should do something to honor Kyle's memory, like a plant a tree or something." I told Kurt after we got home from the park.

"That could be a good idea." He agreed after taking a few minutes to think about it.

"What's a good idea?" Santana asked coming out of the kitchen.

"When did you get here?" I asked her.

"Like half an hour ago, I brought groceries. What's a good idea?"

"Planting a tree in memory of Kyle." I told her.

"I'm in."

Kurt and I exchanged a look.

"Look, I know he was your kid and all but that doesn't mean other people didn't love him and aren't hurting, so if you are going to do a memorial I want to be there and I know that I'm not the only one." Santana told us.

"Ok...we'll do something for anyone who wants to attend but the actual tree planting, that's just going to be the two of us." Kurt said.

"That's fine." Santana agreed.

A couple of days later Kurt and I were dressed in dark suits watching as a city worker planted a tree in memory of our unborn son, I had tried to persuade the man to let me do it but apparently if he could get fired if anyone found out. Kurt and I watched in silence as he planted the tree holding hands.

After the city worker finished planting the tree he installed a small plague the read In Loving Memory of Kyle Eliot Hummel.

"This is for your kid isn't it?" The city worker asked.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Kurt said weakly.

The city worker gave us a sad smile and I could tell that he didn't know what else to say and then he turned and walked away leaving me and Kurt alone with the newly planted tree. We stood there for hours, I felt like I should say something but what? Neither of us believe in god so praying would be pointless and you can't really eulogize someone who never really lived. Eventually Kurt turned and walked away pulling me along with him, when we got back to our house it was filled by our family and friends, food (cooked by Carole in our kitchen) and booze (supplied by Puck and Santana). Despite the fact that we were just going to be spending the whole evening at our house everyone was dressed to the nines in black.

"Where's Maria?" I asked looking around.

"I think she is in her room." Santana replied pouring Kurt a glass of wine.

I kissed my husband's hand before letting go of it and then walked upstairs.

"Maria?" I knocked on her door before opening it. "What are you doing up here? Why aren't you downstairs with everyone else?"

She shook her head. "Nobody wants me there...it's my fault that Kyle is....gone."

"No Maria it's not your fault it's that asshole's fault. And I want you down there and so does Kurt."

"Really?"

"Of course."

She still looked unsure.

"Tell you what, why don't you come down for a little bit and if you feel uncomfortable you can come back up here."

"Ok." She agreed, I held out my hand to her and together we walked down the stairs to join everyone else.

When we got down stairs Santana handed us each a drink I accepted mine and then took my place next to Kurt on the arm chair. I looked around the room and was surprised by how many people were here, Santana had insisted on taking care of all the arrangements. Of course all the people we know who live in New York were here: Finn and Rachel, Brittany and Santana, all the Warblers, and Isabelle Kurt's boss. But there were also our loved one from out of town: Burt and Carole, Cooper, Puck, Sam and Mercedes, Quinn, Artie, Will and Emma and Mike and Tina. I don't really know some of these people all that well but I knew that Kurt did and other than the Warblers and Cooper I didn't have that many people that were in my life before Kurt that I actually spoke to, most were hook ups. The feeling of the room was awkward, yes people were in mourning but no one had any stories to tell about Kyle so instead they would start talking about something else until they felt guilty about drawing attention away from why were there and stopped talking. Santana obviously didn't know what to do with herself so she kept filling up people's wine glasses or getting them another beer.

"So I have something for you two." Santana said putting down the bottle of wine and picking up a black bag.

"Is this a present thing? Were we supposed to bring presents?" I heard Finn ask Rachel who shook her head.

Kurt took the bag from Santana and pulled out its contents a large frame with the blue stripped onesie in the middle, the nine week sonogram in the top left corner and the thirteen week sonogram in the bottom right corner the bottom of the frame held a small plague that read Kyle Eliot Hummel- Gone but Never Forgotten.

"I...don't know if it's appropriate or not....if it's not I'm sorry....I just thought..." she said nervously, during the whole time we've been friends I have never seen her this nervous, not even when she and Brittany eloped to Vegas. I stood up and engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Thank you Tana." I whispered before kissing her cheek when I released her from my embrace Kurt stood up and gave her a shorter hug.

"Alright, who needs wine?" She asked trying to pretend she wasn't crying. "Rachel, wine?"

"Oh...no....I'm fine...thanks."

"You sure? I haven't seen you have any yet and I sprung for the good shit.

"I'm fine, really. Thanks though."

"Jesus Christ Berry, kitchen! Now!"

As Rachel and Santana walked to the kitchen I heard Finn muttering about Rachel's name being Berry-Hudson.

"Where do you think you're going to hang that?" Burt asked gesturing to the frame Santana had given us.

"I don't know...above the fireplace maybe?" I suggested.

"I'm not sure, it feels too private to have it in the living room where any delivery or repair men can see it." Kurt said biting his lip.

"Our bedroom then?"

He nodded.

"Honey, can you please go make sure Santana isn't murdering Rachel?" Kurt asked me.

I got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"You cannot tell Klaine!" I heard Santana admonish Rachel.

"Well obviously I wasn't going to tell them today or anything but I think eventually they'll notice they're going to be uncles!" Rachel shot back.

"Rachel? Are you pregnant?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"Shit! Good going Berry!"

"Me? No way this is on you! If you hadn't been bugging me about the wine no one would've suspected a thing!"

"Rachel?" I asked again.

"I....yes." She said softly.

"How far along?"

"Ten weeks....I was going to tell you guys....just not today. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Rachel. This is good news, I'm not going to lie it stings a bit but I am happy for you."

"Don't tell Kurt yet ok? I don't think he's ready to hear this."

I nodded wondering how my husband would react to knowing he was going to be an uncle, would it pull him out of his depression or make it worse?