"Blaine! Wake up!" Kurt yelled, loudly, tears in his eyes.

Blaine shot up and whipped his head around, his eyes filling with worry when he saw his husband nearly in tears. "What's wrong? Does something hurt?" he asked urgently.

Kurt shook his head, "We're have a girl, Blaine, a girl."

Blaine looked confused, "I am. . . aware of that,"

"No, you aren't! Sure, she's going to-to be fine when she's a b-baby, but wh-what happens when she-she hits pub-puberty and gets her first pe-period?! Or wh-when she gets boo-boobs?! I do-don't h-have boobs, Bla-blaine, I won't kn-know what to do wh-when sh-she gets b-boobs!" Kurt yelled, crying harder.

Blaine held his arms open. "Aw, baby, come here," he said sympathetically, though he was trying not to laugh at his husbands outburst.

Kurt looked uncertain for a moment, as if he could sense Blaine's amusement, before he slid accross the bed, into Blaine's arms. He rested his head on his husband's chest, wiping the tears from his face, even though new ones were still falling. "I'm go-going to be a-a horri-horrible father,"

"No. No, you're not. You're gonna be an awesome father. And for all of that girly stuff we can get somebody to do it. I'm sure Rachel or Santana or Tina would be more than willing to do it for us.

Kurt nodded, calming down. "Tina c-can do it, she seems like the most nor-normal. If she talked to-to Santana she would sleep with ev-every guy in the school, and R-rachel wouldn't te-teach her anything, just tell her sh-she shouldn't lose her virginity until she's at le-least out of college."

"Isn't that what we want though? For her to not have sex?"

Kurt glared, "She's a teenager, Blaine, of course she's go-going to have sex. I'd rather her know about stu-stuff and have safe sex than know nothing about it and have unprotected sex and get preg-pregnant."

Blaine sighed, "I guess you're right. . ."

"Of course I am,"

Blaine laughed, "Of course you are, sweetie."

Kurt snorted and cuddled further into Blaine's chest. After a while he spoke up, "Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Why aren't we under the blanket? It's forty degrees in here,"

Blaine laughed and moved around until they were both under the blanket. "There. Is that better?"

"Much. I could feel the fetus freezing inside of me,"

"That sounds disgusting,"

Kurt giggled. "I love you, Blainey."

"I love you, too, Kurty."

"Anderson," Kurt snarled

"Hey, it's Hummel-Anderson to you,"