When Maria and I got home later that night Kurt was waiting for us, I could tell he was anxious to show us the nursery having spent all day working on it.

"Ok, so if you hate it we can totally redo it." Kurt told me taking my hand and leading me to the nursery.

"I'm sure I'll love it."

"Well of course you will but if you don't then tell me and I can change it."

I agreed as we reached the door of the nursery.

"Ok close your eyes....wait where's Maria?"

"I think she was right behind us."

"Maria? Are you coming? I want to show you the nursery." Kurt called.

"Oh....uh....yeah just give me a little bit." Maria called back, I thought I could hear some reluctance in her voice but I could have been imagining it.

Kurt waited until Maria joined us outside of the nursery before he slowly opened the door. I let out a small gasp as I took in the room, he had painted the bulk of the walls sky blue and the bottom portion a light green, in the middle he had painted a white picket fence and had flowers scattered around, some behind the fence, some in front, some wrapped around it. It felt like I had stepped into a fairy tale garden. I looked over at my husband; he was biting his lip anxiously waiting for me to say something.

"Oh Kurt, it's perfect." I breathed.

"Yeah? You think she'll like it?"

"She'll love it." Maria said softly.

Kurt beamed proudly.

The next day Kurt and I set up the baby furniture together and once it was done he called Rachel and Finn and offered to take Steven Friday night so they could have their selves a proper date night.

"Thanks for this, I love my son with all my heart but Rachel and I haven't been able to have sex since he was born and I'm hoping that I can finally get some tonight." Finn told us as he dropped Steven off for the night.

"Oh my god! Too much information Finn!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Yeah well at least you've never had to hear us actually having sex."

"Touché."

"Ok, I put some bottles in the fridge, and...oh! You know when changing a boy's diaper you have to put a washcloth over his thing right? Or he could pee on you."

Kurt and I both nodded, they had told us that in the parenting class we took.

"Good....Finn didn't know."

"Rachel!"

"All over his face." Rachel said quietly.

I bit my lip and tried not to laugh.

"Oh poor Finn." Kurt said to his brother trying to look sympathetic but I could tell he too was trying not to laugh.

"When you put him to bed he likes a lullaby or two." Rachel told us.

"Ok, don't you two have a reservation to get to?" Kurt asked.

Finn nodded.

"I just need to make sure that you guys know everything you need to know."

"Don't worry Rach, we've taken a ton of parenting classes, we know what we're doing." Kurt told her and I nodded.

"But have either of you actually taken care of a baby before?"

We looked at each other and then shook our heads.

"Maybe we should reschedule, do this another night."

"Rachel, is this the first time you'll be away from Steven since he was born?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of him." Kurt reassured her.

"I know you will, I just don't want to leave him."

"Feel free to call us if you start to freak out." I told her.

"I will."

"Not too often though, enjoy your evening." Kurt told her.

"Ok."

"Give me the baby Rachel." Kurt told her.

She hesitated before gently handing her son over to his uncle. She looked like she expected him to burst into tears and have to be handed back to her but instead the small baby gurgled happily. Eventually Rachel and Finn left and headed out to their dinner reservation.

"And that's why I told Finn to tell her their reservation was an hour earlier then what it actually is." Kurt told me as I closed the door behind them.

A little while later Kurt was feeding Steven a bottle while I was looking in the bag that Finn and Rachel had brought over with him.

"Kurt, is this the only bag of his stuff?"

"Yeah....why?"

"They forgot diapers."

"Are you joking?"

"Why would I joke about that?"

"You checked all the pockets?"

"Yup."

"They might use cloth diapers; did you see any cloth diapers?"

"Kurt, there aren't any diapers cloth or otherwise."

"Well that's a problem...ok...you're going to have to go to the store and buy some and fast 'cause he's almost done his bottle."

I quickly jumped into the car and drove to the nearest store, figuring I could just grab a thing of diapers and then head back home, boy was I wrong there are like thousands of types of diapers.

"Well fuck." I muttered to myself standing in the middle of the diaper aisle.

"Hey San." I said answering my phone. "Do you know anything about diapers?"

"Diapers? What the fuck are you and lady Hummel into?"

"What? Ew. No diapers for babies."

"How long has it been since we last talked? I swear there were still a few months left til the baby was born last time we talked."

"We're babysitting Steven."

"Oh....that's Gigantor and she-hobbit's baby, right?"

"Yup."

"So do you think he has a chance of being a normal height? You know she one of his parents is freakishly tall and the other is a midget?"

"Tana."

"What? I'm not insulting the kid, I'm not that much of a bitch, it's a genuine question."

"I don't know maybe....so back to the diapers....do you think he needs Easy-Ups?"

"I think those are for kids who walk."

"Oh...there are different sizes, did you know they come in different sizes?"

"No fucking idea."

"Fuck it, I'm going to buy like six different kinds, one of them has to be right."

"Good plan....so tell me about this kid's nose."

"Excuse me?"

"Did he get Berry's nose?"

"Have you never seen him?"

"Nope."

"Oh my god Santana you are a bad friend."

"I've been busy besides I sent him a giant ass teddy bear."

"Are you going to wait this long to come see bean after she's born?"

"Oh hells no, I'm going to be the first chick to hold my god baby, little Santana."

"Excuse me? Did you just imply I'm naming my kid after you? Because that sure as fuck isn't going to happen."

"Not even her middle name?"

"Nope."

"Well what are you going to name her?"

"Kurt and I haven't really discussed it yet."

"But you have a name picked out."

"Maybe."

"That's a yes."

"I need to get home, I'm sure Steven needs a new diaper by now. I'll call you later."

"And then you'll tell me the name?"

"Nope." I said hanging up on her.