"Push!"

"I'm trying!" Blaine grunted in pain, clutching to Kurt's hand.

"You're doing so well, baby," Kurt said.

"Fuck you! You did this to me! You just couldn't use a condom, could you?"

"You were the one that wanted to try it," Kurt said calmly.

"Fuck you!" Blaine cried out as he pushed again, and Kurt squeezed his hand. "I hate you!"

"I love you," Kurt murmured. Blaine cried out again.

"I see the head!" the doctor that was kneeling in front of Blaine announced, making Kurt sigh in relief. Blaine crushed Kurt's hand as he pushed hard again. A loud cry echoed through the room and the nurses began gushing over the blood covered infant that the doctor lifted away from between Blaine's legs.

"Do you want to cut the cord, Kurt?" he asked.

"Sure," Kurt said, smiling widely. The doctor helped him cut it.

"It's a girl," he announced before wrapping the crying infant in a blanket, cleaning her up a little with soft towels, and handing her to Blaine.

"Oh, she's so tiny," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

"What's her name?" a nurse asked.

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Isabella Hummel-Anderson," Blaine whispered, gently stroking the baby girl's dark hair. Kurt leaned over to wrap his arms around Blaine and look down at their little girl, smiling.

"She's beautiful," he whispered. Blaine smiled and turned to press his lips sweetly to Kurt's. Elizabeth was soon taken to be weighed, measured, and fed, and Blaine was taken up to a private room. A little while passed before Kurt's parents entered the room, looking tired.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked.

"What, you thought we'd miss the birth of our first grandbaby?" Burt asked, hugging his son tightly. Kurt grinned.

"So, how are you doing, Blaine?" Carole asked while Kurt and his father caught up, sitting on the edge of Blaine's bed. "Sore?"

"Yeah, a little. But the doctor gave me some pain medicine, so it's not bad," Blaine replied, smiling at her. She grinned.

"How bad was it?"

"Bad enough that I yelled 'fuck you' at Kurt. Several times," Blaine admitted, blushing.

"Oh don't worry about that, kid. Elizabeth yelled the same thing at me when she was having Kurt," Burt said, smiling at him. "It was one of the only times I ever heard her cuss." Kurt and Blaine laughed.

"That is nothing compared to what I said to John," Carole said, smiling fondly.

"What did you say?" Blaine asked.

"Well, I said 'how did such a big baby come from such a tiny dick?' The doctors and nurses cracked up at that!" Carole laughed. The door opened to reveal a petite nurse with a bundle of pink blankets squirming in her arms. She smiled at the occupants of the room before beckoning Kurt over to her. She gently transferred Elizabeth into his arms.

"Alright. This little one has given us no problem whatsoever and is completely healthy. She weighs seven pounds nine point five ounces, is twenty-one inches long, and eats normally, which is a very good thing. You should be able to take her home tonight, after we check out daddy, over there," the nurse told him, smiling.

"Thank you," Kurt said softly, smiling at her. She grinned and left the room, and Kurt carried Elizabeth over to sit beside Blaine on his bed. Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder to look down at their new baby girl. Kurt smiled, leaning into his embrace.

"She's beautiful," Burt murmured, looking down at his new granddaughter. The door opened once more and Finn and Rachel stumbled in, looking ashamed.

"Oh my god, Kurt, we're so sorry it took us so long to get here, we got stuck in traffic trying to get from our apartment," Rachel said, her eyes big and filled with tears.

"Rachel, it's alright. You didn't really miss much," Kurt told her. "Now, come see your niece." Finn's eyes got wide and he rushed over to Kurt, dropping to his knees in front of his brother and looking down at the little girl in his arms.

"She's gorgeous," he whispered, gazing down at her with a dopey grin. "She looks just like you, Kurt." Kurt smiled at his step brother.

"Wanna hold her?" Finn looked up, shocked.

"Can I?"

"Yeah, you're her uncle," Kurt said. Finn grinned. "But you have to sit down first." Finn moved to sit in one of those hard plastic chairs they kept in the hospital rooms and Kurt gently placed Elizabeth in his arms. Finn smiled down at the little girl.

"Hey there, little girl, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm your uncle Finn," he cooed to the baby in his arms. Elizabeth stared up at him with wide eyes, looking adorably surprised, as if she were shocked that Finn was holding her. The shock faded from her eyes and she gurgled, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"Aw, she already loves her uncle," Kurt cooed. Finn didn't respond, staring down at his niece with loving eyes. He seemed to be bewitched by her.

"Looks like someone's wrapped around her little finger," Carole chuckled. "Alright Finn, it's Burt's turn to hold her, he's the one with blood relation."

"Aw, come on! Can I hold her for just a little longer?" Finn whined.

"No, give me my grandbaby," Burt said. Finn pouted but handed her to him. "Hello there, pumpkin!" Burt cooed. Kurt smiled as Burt began murmuring softly to her, gently stroking her cheek with his calloused thumb. "Gorgeous little thing, just like her daddy was."

"Hey!" Kurt said.

"I meant when you were a baby. Stop being self conscious," Burt scolded. Blaine smiled. The door opened yet again, revealing Blaine's mom and, surprisingly, his dad, both looking a bit rumpled.

"We got here as quick as we could," Isabella said, eyes wide.

"Well, you got here just in time. Have a seat," Blaine told his parents, smiling. Isabella smiled and pulled up one of the chairs so it was beside his bed.

"How are you feeling? Sore? Need something?" she asked him.

"I'm absolutely fine, Mamma," Blaine assured her, smiling.

"What about you, Kurt, do you need anything?" Isabella asked him.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. Thanks, Isabella," Kurt answered.

"Uhm, so, Blaine, I..." his dad trailed off, unable to think of a way to finish his sentence.

"Yeah, dad?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just... I'm proud of you, son." Blaine's eyes widened. George Anderson, a man who was so obsessed with reputation that he hadn't even told anyone that Blaine was going to be having a baby, was proud of him?

"T-thanks, dad," Blaine said softly. George smiled a little.

"Can I see the baby?" he asked Burt.

"Sure thing," Burt said, gently handing her to him. George cradled her carefully in his arms, smiling.

"Well hello there, sweetie," he said softly, gently brushing her dark curls out of her face. Blaine smiled, and Kurt moved to sit down beside him, wrapping his arms around him.