"Kurt? Kurt? Youre kind of hurting my hand...." Its only then he realises that he has a vice-like grip on the hand sitting within his own. He tries to loosen off his fingers, really he does, but the part of his brain that actually controls his hand doesnt seem to be working properly. Blaine noticing this, reaches over with his free hand, using brute strength to pry Kurts hand off of his own. White marks of fingers left against the tanned olive of his skin, Kurt gulps looking back to the ticking clock, obnoxiously loud in the waiting room, as if loudly laughing as each second passes, dragging him towards the appointment time. "Breath honey..." is whispered softly against the shell of his ear, and he exhales, long and loud, but it doesnt stop his heart rattling against his chest.

"I just remembered....we have that thing to do for your brother coming into town!" Kurt moves to stand off of the hard plastic chair, sweat pooling under his legs, but a hand grabs at his elbow and he looks across at Blaine contritely.

"Cooper doesnt arrive for another two days." Blaine says with a small grimace. "Whatever the ‘thing is? Can wait till after this appointment."

"But you know how he gets about having that organic soy milk-"

Blaines quick to cut in before Kurt can finish. "I do, which is why I bought the long life stuff at the grocery store yesterday..." Of course he did, Kurt rolls his eyes back up in the direction of the clock. Great. Their name will be called any minute, how did that happen. "We waited a week for this appointment Kurt, were not leaving now."

"Do you know, I read somewhere about a little girl becoming infertile after having this injection?" Blaines look of amusement silence Kurt from elaborating.

"I dont think having a hostile womb is something we really need to worry about, do you?"

"Well what about the studies of baldness!" Kurt realised he was becoming, slightly, hysterical but he couldnt help it. This was the last window for freedom.

"What the one that also showed evidence of unicorn horn growth?" Blaine barked out a laugh twisting to the side to glance at sleeping baby, eyes crinkling in adoration. "Besides your dad is bald anyway, cant fight genetics."

"You know, this is going to scar him for life. Id like to see you take it a bit more seriously!" Kurt bites out, crossing his arms in agitation.

"Oh really?" Blaine challenges looking back towards him. "Why dont you have one? Dont try and fool me either, I am very well acquainted with that part of your anatomy...remember?" the low note of arousal does nothing to quell Kurts worry though.

"Blaine! Dont try and use the thought of rimming to get out of this!" Kurt whispers viciously in his ear. "Besides, I meant emotionally, he could grow up resenting us. Well, you, I didnt want to have anything to do with this. Needles...gah I cant do this Blaine-"

"Jared Hummel-Anderson?"  A sweet, almost sickeningly so, voice announces across the waiting room. Blaine stands up briskly, pushing the pushchair with one hand, dragging Kurt along behind him until he stops in front of the nurse, bubble gum pink scrubs and all, smiling warmly. "Ready for this?"

Blaine shifts his gaze o Kurt, trying to loosen his sweater collar, which is ridiculous as its a scoop neck. Before looking back at the nurse warmly. "Do we get a sucker afterwards?"

"Blaine! He is not even six months old!" Kurt bites, leaning down to push a stray curl into place, as Jared snores loudly.

"I meant for his daddy..." Blaine whispers to the nurse as she smiles, letting them both into the room.