"Oh baby love, my baby love. I need you, oh how I need you."
Who: justbeingaqueen, rockstarwarbler, woman_or_a_girl, and everyone else who is along for the ride
What: It's showtime!
Where: Onto the Maternity Unit, Portland Hospital, London
When: Tuesday, 24th July 2012
Some days, it had felt like the pregnancy had been going forever. But others, it was like no time at all had passed. When the day finally arrived, it suddenly felt surreal all over again, like it was an out-of-body experience that should have been happening to someone else and not them. And maybe that was part of the niggles all along? No matter how hard they tried, without the baby truly there, it was hard to fathom it was really happening to them. It turned out that the false alarm and dry run they had with Quinn's braxton-hicks was a good thing, even if at the time it had been one of the worst comedies of errors ever. It felt like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong and it had taken a good few long days for them to all get over that shock and panic.
Kurt knew, too, that there was something comforting in the fact he felt the impending labour first. It was probably barely even a minute prior, but he had been standing there at the party talking to Jeff and thinking how sore his back was starting to feel when there was one of those abrupt stitchy pains that bolted through his abdomen and it had caused him to suck in a gasp of air mid-sentence. It was that exact moment that he was so relieved they had sort of had a trial run at all of this, because he knew what it was. Maybe he did want to fob it off as gas pains all of a sudden and a nervous panic flipped in his belly. He hadn't been holding his little party plate anymore, having scoffed the entire contents off it, and he was grabbing for his stomach and Jeff's arm simultaneously while his widening blue eyes sought Quinn out to where she was standing with his husband across the room. He actually nearly screamed over the top of everyone at her, but that was about the exact point Quinn seemed to realise what was happening... all of twenty seconds before her waters broke and Blaine nearly hit the roof with a shocked sound that was a cross between a squeal and a shriek.
And this time, it was no false alarm, no fake labour, no pretend contractions with a fancy name. It was really happening. Everyone at the party didn't realise what was happening it at first, but once they did, chaos errupted. Everyone had been waiting for the moment, but because it was a little early, they were all lulled into a false sense of security that they could party at their leisure without interruptions. Not being home, Kurt's intricate plan to get Quinn to the hospital the quickest way, including with her packed overnight bag and another bag containing things they would need for the baby, all went flying out the window. He tried not to panic, but in the desperate effort to stay calm coupled with the fact he was sympathetically literally feeling Quinn's pain, he ended up standing in the middle of the room and bursting into tears when the penny dropped it really was happening.
Their baby was coming.
They were going to be daddies.
For real.
Ironically, this time Blaine was the calm voice of reason. Ever since the false alarm, he had been psyching himself up for when the real moment came and when Kurt started to lose it and Quinn was shrieking at him to stay calm, Blaine managed to be the firm foundation they all needed. Plus, having the rest of their family and friends around really helped. When any facet of the trio started to lose their footing on the situation, someone was there to tug them through it. Mercedes was right there at Quinn's side having been her birting partner with Beth in the past, and Puck was there to coach Blaine through it in the chilled daddy experience he had on his own. It was proud grandparents, Burt and Carole, who stayed close to Kurt to help him through it. While all three of them wanted to be each other's support network, when push came to shove (pardon the pun), they couldn't do it alone. The reality of the fact a little Klaine baby would be with them very, very soon was epic and they relinquished some of that hold to their loved ones to keep them on the straight and narrow.
It was Blaine, being the beautiful soul he was, and oh so Blaine, who kicked off a rendition of 'Baby Love' in the back of the car on the way to the hospital. It was from sheer overload of nerves, excitement, fear, happiness, trying not to throw up that had him figuring they all knew how to sing, so why not? By the time they made it to the hospital, everyone in the car - including Quinn - was singing the song. And not just that, everyone in the two cars behind them which was Puck, Dani, Finn, Nick, Jeff, Mercedes, Mike, Sebastian and Jeremy, were singing along by phone also. It was a Glee Club entourage to the hospital and Kurt was just really glad Blaine had no furniture he could dance on at that point. Every single contraction, there was a pause in the song while Quinn screamed the car down and threatened both Kurt and Blaine's balls... at least, until Kurt started to scream out in pain with her, causing her to apologise and remember he was feeling everything with her. Something she would actually come to cherish when all this was said and done. It was the ultimate fag and his hag connection, and even though it would be laughable for many years to come, Quinn was glad she was going through it alone like she had the last time.
It was a long and very hard labour. Thirty one and three quarter hours so far, to be exact. Quinn was now nearly dilated enough to be taken to the labour suite, even if she had been mostly kept in bed for some hours before this due to exhaustion. Kurt was standing at the end of the bed, drenched in sweat himself to the point he had stripped himself down to his tank top and his hair was a spikey mess all over the top of his head. "Why don't they want to come out?" he cried with a harrassed laugh of disbelief. "They hate me! I'm an awful daddy, and they don't even want to meet me! Do you think it's because I never became a performer? A performer for a daddy would be way cooler than a wedding planner, right? Is it my outfit? Do I look okay? Why don't they want to meet me?!" he cried, grabbing at the front of Blaine's already ruffled shirt and giving him a frantic, pleading shake. But then another contraction was coming, and Quinn started to shake her head in the bed like she just really didn't want to be doing this anymore. "No, no, no! No more, please no more! This wasn't part of the deal! It was supposed to be like all those births on TV where the baby comes out in, like, ten minutes all clean and everyone is smiling and hap-- HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS OUCH!" he cursed loudly and harshly, leaning over again when his stomach went out in sympathy with Quinn for about the 81298321 time in the last twenty four hours.
When Quinn reached out for Kurt's hand, all she received in response was a helpless, big-eyed, horrified look with Kurt hugging his hand to his chest like he really didn't want to give it to her. Blaine stepped up to take Kurt's place, but it was right when the midwife declared, "Okay, Quinn, time to move you to the labour suite. This little one is finally ready to make her grand entrance, albeit fashionably late," she added with an understanding smile at Kurt and Blaine.
The nurses were gathering around to move Quinn's bed through to the other part of the ward and Blaine held Kurt back near the wall. "See, sweetheart? That's all it is. No baby with any Hummel-Anderson genes are not going to be fashionably late, right?" One of the nurse politely intercepted them then, handing them both some sets of scrubs they had to quickly get changed into so they could go into the labour suite with Quinn. That was about the time Quinn decided was a perfect time to abuse the nurses and midwife that if they took her boys away, she would sue the whole hospital and beat people with her IV pole. Apparently she was channeling her favourite fag with that abuse, but she was quickly reassured they could be through with her as soon as they got changed... so she yelled at Kurt and Blaine to hurry the fuck up or she was going to make it certain neither of them could experience oral sex again. No one really wanted to find out exactly what she meant by that threat.
As soon as they were left alone in the hospital room through, Kurt stood there, lip wobbling and tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm going to be an awful daddy. This is all proof. I can't do this anymore, I don't know how to do this. We shouldn't have done this! Our baby hates us, Blaine! They don't want to meet us! What if they see some other guy and decide they want them for their dad? We created them! We should get to be the daddies! Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening... Blaine, our baby is coming... we're having a baby. Us... it's even a real baby. It's not Chucky. It's going to have eyes and ears and even a little nose... Blaine, our baby is going to have a nose!" Tears were streaming down his face now in his ramble, and he sniffled loudly. He was an absolute mess, and they were both exhausted. Somehow, Kurt had managed to get himself into a right state as he battled through the labour with Quinn, but there was no way Blaine was going to let him stumble at the last hurdle and miss all the best bits.
Blaine proactively set out stripping down to his boxers and hurriedly pulled the scrubs on, followed by the surgical booties and cap over his head. Then he started to peel Kurt out of his sweaty tank before unbuckling the belt on his fashionable and very expensive trousers. Blaine was an expert at stripping Kurt, so he was succinct, and they were soon both ready to go, complete with Blaine mopping up Kurt's tears with a handful of tissues from the wall dispenser. "Our baby is going to have a beautiful nose, my love. The most beautiful nose ever. They're not going to hate us. We're going to make sure our baby has endless love and never wants for anything. We might not know how to do everything perfectly, but we'll learn... but you know the best bit? We'll do it all together, baby. You and me, just like always. Except now we'll have our beautiful little son or daughter, and we'll be a family. And my son or daughter is going to have the most amazing, beautiful, compassionate, caring, sexy, smart, talented, funny, kind, adorable daddy in the whole world... just like I have the most amazing, beautiful, compassionate, caring, sexy, smart, talented, funny, kind, adorable husband in the whole world. Every time we look at them, we're going to know they're here in the world because we love each other so, so much, Kurt. That's the only reason they're here, because you and me? We're fucking awesome together," he said with a smile, nose scrunching up affectionately around it. He captured Kurt's face between his hands and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. "I love you, Kurt Hummel-Anderson. I love you more than love is possible to even exist and our baby is nearly here. Are you ready to give the best damn shot at this any daddies ever could together?"
Kurt nodded emphatically, even if tears were still spilling down his face. He managed a bright smile through them now, eyes searching over Blaine's face with all the love and adoration in the world. He threw his arms around his husband and hugged him like he never wanted to let go. Blaine was right. Their love was the reason they were doing this, and they were going to do the best damn job they could together. "I love you... I love you so much..." he sobbed, fingertips sinking in against Blaine's back as he tried to hug him harder. "We're ready. We are ready. We're ready, right..." he gasped with a step back to look back at Blaine pleadingly.
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life," Blaine promised him and after another quick kiss, they finally pushed each other over the edge of last minute nerves and cold feet to hurry to the labour suite down the hall. For all the dragging the last thirty-two hours seemed to do, these last few minutes seemed to streak by in a flash. They labour ward was a flurry of activity and to Kurt, it just seemed like a blur of bodies going on around him. All he was honestly aware of was Quinn in the bed where he stood by her clutching her hand, Blaine on the opposite side of the bed doing the same, and the doctor at the end of the bed coaxing and coaching Quinn through the final stages of the labour. It was harder and longer and more strenuous than when she had Beth, which would seem strange in the wake when they realised the baby was a lot smaller than Beth. To Quinn, it had felt for hours like she was giving birth to an elephant baby and she even wondered if they mixed the sperm up in the clinic for Kurt and Blaine's sample with an actual elephant. If the baby was born grey with a trunk and huge ears, Kurt and Blaine would never forgive her!
That was her last thought right before Blaine actually took a glance down and saw the doctor's gloved hands covered in blood, and promptly passed out cold. One of the male nurses caught him, which earned a bitchpls from Kurt, who reflexively tried to do a bolt to get to Blaine. It was impossible, though, because Quinn clamped down on his hand in a death grip and told him if he moved he would die. As simple as that. She growled it, too, and sounded like that chick in Ghostbusters when she got possessed by the huge dog. That movie always scared the shit out of Kurt, so his sassy little gay butt well and truly stayed put. Blaine was brought to with something like smelling salts just in time for the baby's head to be crowning. Quinn was sobbing loudly now, Kurt's face yanked down next to him so she could tell him he didn't want to have his elephant baby anymore, and he had to do it for her.
Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was just standing there looking like he was about to pass out again, so Kurt just did the only thing he could think of... burst into another loud rendition of Baby Love, even if it was weak and almost sobbed out. Then Blaine cut in with him, and the maternity staff shared glances like maybe these two poor gay dads had finally snapped and gone mental. At least, until Quinn joined them too, and she just sobbed her way through the first chorus with a hint of a disbeliving laugh that this was her life... giving birth to the first born of her favourite gay guys and they were actually singing her through the birth. If ever a Klaine birth was going to be anything, it was this. It was all of another twenty seconds with the doctor telling Quinn one more big push would do it. Kurt and Blaine kept singing, and all of a sudden there was a sharp, bright infant cry that filled the room and the doctor beamed up at them.
"We have a girl!" she declared and the song was cut off abruptly when it hit both daddies like a tonne of bricks...
They had a baby girl. A beautiful, baby girl with a smattering of chestnut-coloured hair over the top of her head and they both seemed to realise the same thing at the same time, and Kurt slapped a hand over his mouth with choked up sob of awe. Blaine stumbled around the bed to Kurt's side just as the baby swaddled in a fluffy pink receiving blanket was placed on Quinn's chest. "Kurt... Kurt, beautiful, you made our daughter," Blaine gasped before he took burst into happy tears. "Oh my god, she's the most beautiful baby ever..."
All Kurt could do was just stare at the tiny little squirmy, sticky bundle in Quinn's arms. His tear-filled eyes were wide and his hand was still planted over his mouth, and he actually stopped breathing for a good few seconds there. He couldn't even fathom it, but there was no mistaking it at all. The baby was his. She had the same fine features he and his mom had, not to mention the Hummel colouring. He, Kurt Hummel, Sassy Gay Bitch Extraordinnaire, actually made this perfect, tiny little thing right there and he made her because he loved Blaine, the most perfect husband a guy could ever have. "T-That's me... t-that's... I-I did that... we... she... O-Oh my god, that's a baby," he stammered in a tiny voice, looking at Blaine before his red-rimmed blue eyes were back on the baby. He reached his hand out hesitantly. "C-Can I touch her...? Am I allowed to touch her?"
Quinn didn't even hesitate. She was beaming up at them, but crying too hard to actually manage to form words. She placed the baby into Kurt's arms, her hand staying resting on top of the bundle of pink fluff so she could watch every tiny little reaction Kurt was having not only to meeting his daughter, but realising she was biologically his. Beside him, Blaine just stood there grinning goofily and telling the nearby by nurse that the baby was his. He was bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other and then without even thinking, turned and did a top-speed bolt out into the waiting room to shout out whilst bouncing up and down that he was a daddy. The only thing was, he forgot to tell any of their family and friends what the baby was before he was racing back to the labour suite. He came right up behind Kurt, hugging him from behind and looking at their tiny little daughter around Kurt's shoulder where he rested his cheek. Then he gave an excited squeak and planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek. "I love you so much. Kurt, this is our baby. She's perfect... she's... oh my god," he was welling up again.
Kurt just stood there, feeling the weight of the warmth of the tiny weight in his hards. He leaned over and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead. He gave an awestruck-laugh through his tears and softly started to sing You Are My Sunshine to her, leaning back into Blaine's embrace. Then he paused, looking up at Quinn with a stunned shake of his head. "You... you are... we... I can't ever..." he stammered again, words becoming more and more difficult as he was overcome with the most intense feelings he had ever felt before he finally just reached for Quinn's hand and squeezed it with a choked up. "Thank you so much..."
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: It's showtime!
Where: Onto the Maternity Unit, Portland Hospital, London
When: Tuesday, 24th July 2012
Some days, it had felt like the pregnancy had been going forever. But others, it was like no time at all had passed. When the day finally arrived, it suddenly felt surreal all over again, like it was an out-of-body experience that should have been happening to someone else and not them. And maybe that was part of the niggles all along? No matter how hard they tried, without the baby truly there, it was hard to fathom it was really happening to them. It turned out that the false alarm and dry run they had with Quinn's braxton-hicks was a good thing, even if at the time it had been one of the worst comedies of errors ever. It felt like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong and it had taken a good few long days for them to all get over that shock and panic.
Kurt knew, too, that there was something comforting in the fact he felt the impending labour first. It was probably barely even a minute prior, but he had been standing there at the party talking to Jeff and thinking how sore his back was starting to feel when there was one of those abrupt stitchy pains that bolted through his abdomen and it had caused him to suck in a gasp of air mid-sentence. It was that exact moment that he was so relieved they had sort of had a trial run at all of this, because he knew what it was. Maybe he did want to fob it off as gas pains all of a sudden and a nervous panic flipped in his belly. He hadn't been holding his little party plate anymore, having scoffed the entire contents off it, and he was grabbing for his stomach and Jeff's arm simultaneously while his widening blue eyes sought Quinn out to where she was standing with his husband across the room. He actually nearly screamed over the top of everyone at her, but that was about the exact point Quinn seemed to realise what was happening... all of twenty seconds before her waters broke and Blaine nearly hit the roof with a shocked sound that was a cross between a squeal and a shriek.
And this time, it was no false alarm, no fake labour, no pretend contractions with a fancy name. It was really happening. Everyone at the party didn't realise what was happening it at first, but once they did, chaos errupted. Everyone had been waiting for the moment, but because it was a little early, they were all lulled into a false sense of security that they could party at their leisure without interruptions. Not being home, Kurt's intricate plan to get Quinn to the hospital the quickest way, including with her packed overnight bag and another bag containing things they would need for the baby, all went flying out the window. He tried not to panic, but in the desperate effort to stay calm coupled with the fact he was sympathetically literally feeling Quinn's pain, he ended up standing in the middle of the room and bursting into tears when the penny dropped it really was happening.
Their baby was coming.
They were going to be daddies.
For real.
Ironically, this time Blaine was the calm voice of reason. Ever since the false alarm, he had been psyching himself up for when the real moment came and when Kurt started to lose it and Quinn was shrieking at him to stay calm, Blaine managed to be the firm foundation they all needed. Plus, having the rest of their family and friends around really helped. When any facet of the trio started to lose their footing on the situation, someone was there to tug them through it. Mercedes was right there at Quinn's side having been her birting partner with Beth in the past, and Puck was there to coach Blaine through it in the chilled daddy experience he had on his own. It was proud grandparents, Burt and Carole, who stayed close to Kurt to help him through it. While all three of them wanted to be each other's support network, when push came to shove (pardon the pun), they couldn't do it alone. The reality of the fact a little Klaine baby would be with them very, very soon was epic and they relinquished some of that hold to their loved ones to keep them on the straight and narrow.
It was Blaine, being the beautiful soul he was, and oh so Blaine, who kicked off a rendition of 'Baby Love' in the back of the car on the way to the hospital. It was from sheer overload of nerves, excitement, fear, happiness, trying not to throw up that had him figuring they all knew how to sing, so why not? By the time they made it to the hospital, everyone in the car - including Quinn - was singing the song. And not just that, everyone in the two cars behind them which was Puck, Dani, Finn, Nick, Jeff, Mercedes, Mike, Sebastian and Jeremy, were singing along by phone also. It was a Glee Club entourage to the hospital and Kurt was just really glad Blaine had no furniture he could dance on at that point. Every single contraction, there was a pause in the song while Quinn screamed the car down and threatened both Kurt and Blaine's balls... at least, until Kurt started to scream out in pain with her, causing her to apologise and remember he was feeling everything with her. Something she would actually come to cherish when all this was said and done. It was the ultimate fag and his hag connection, and even though it would be laughable for many years to come, Quinn was glad she was going through it alone like she had the last time.
It was a long and very hard labour. Thirty one and three quarter hours so far, to be exact. Quinn was now nearly dilated enough to be taken to the labour suite, even if she had been mostly kept in bed for some hours before this due to exhaustion. Kurt was standing at the end of the bed, drenched in sweat himself to the point he had stripped himself down to his tank top and his hair was a spikey mess all over the top of his head. "Why don't they want to come out?" he cried with a harrassed laugh of disbelief. "They hate me! I'm an awful daddy, and they don't even want to meet me! Do you think it's because I never became a performer? A performer for a daddy would be way cooler than a wedding planner, right? Is it my outfit? Do I look okay? Why don't they want to meet me?!" he cried, grabbing at the front of Blaine's already ruffled shirt and giving him a frantic, pleading shake. But then another contraction was coming, and Quinn started to shake her head in the bed like she just really didn't want to be doing this anymore. "No, no, no! No more, please no more! This wasn't part of the deal! It was supposed to be like all those births on TV where the baby comes out in, like, ten minutes all clean and everyone is smiling and hap-- HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS OUCH!" he cursed loudly and harshly, leaning over again when his stomach went out in sympathy with Quinn for about the 81298321 time in the last twenty four hours.
When Quinn reached out for Kurt's hand, all she received in response was a helpless, big-eyed, horrified look with Kurt hugging his hand to his chest like he really didn't want to give it to her. Blaine stepped up to take Kurt's place, but it was right when the midwife declared, "Okay, Quinn, time to move you to the labour suite. This little one is finally ready to make her grand entrance, albeit fashionably late," she added with an understanding smile at Kurt and Blaine.
The nurses were gathering around to move Quinn's bed through to the other part of the ward and Blaine held Kurt back near the wall. "See, sweetheart? That's all it is. No baby with any Hummel-Anderson genes are not going to be fashionably late, right?" One of the nurse politely intercepted them then, handing them both some sets of scrubs they had to quickly get changed into so they could go into the labour suite with Quinn. That was about the time Quinn decided was a perfect time to abuse the nurses and midwife that if they took her boys away, she would sue the whole hospital and beat people with her IV pole. Apparently she was channeling her favourite fag with that abuse, but she was quickly reassured they could be through with her as soon as they got changed... so she yelled at Kurt and Blaine to hurry the fuck up or she was going to make it certain neither of them could experience oral sex again. No one really wanted to find out exactly what she meant by that threat.
As soon as they were left alone in the hospital room through, Kurt stood there, lip wobbling and tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm going to be an awful daddy. This is all proof. I can't do this anymore, I don't know how to do this. We shouldn't have done this! Our baby hates us, Blaine! They don't want to meet us! What if they see some other guy and decide they want them for their dad? We created them! We should get to be the daddies! Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening... Blaine, our baby is coming... we're having a baby. Us... it's even a real baby. It's not Chucky. It's going to have eyes and ears and even a little nose... Blaine, our baby is going to have a nose!" Tears were streaming down his face now in his ramble, and he sniffled loudly. He was an absolute mess, and they were both exhausted. Somehow, Kurt had managed to get himself into a right state as he battled through the labour with Quinn, but there was no way Blaine was going to let him stumble at the last hurdle and miss all the best bits.
Blaine proactively set out stripping down to his boxers and hurriedly pulled the scrubs on, followed by the surgical booties and cap over his head. Then he started to peel Kurt out of his sweaty tank before unbuckling the belt on his fashionable and very expensive trousers. Blaine was an expert at stripping Kurt, so he was succinct, and they were soon both ready to go, complete with Blaine mopping up Kurt's tears with a handful of tissues from the wall dispenser. "Our baby is going to have a beautiful nose, my love. The most beautiful nose ever. They're not going to hate us. We're going to make sure our baby has endless love and never wants for anything. We might not know how to do everything perfectly, but we'll learn... but you know the best bit? We'll do it all together, baby. You and me, just like always. Except now we'll have our beautiful little son or daughter, and we'll be a family. And my son or daughter is going to have the most amazing, beautiful, compassionate, caring, sexy, smart, talented, funny, kind, adorable daddy in the whole world... just like I have the most amazing, beautiful, compassionate, caring, sexy, smart, talented, funny, kind, adorable husband in the whole world. Every time we look at them, we're going to know they're here in the world because we love each other so, so much, Kurt. That's the only reason they're here, because you and me? We're fucking awesome together," he said with a smile, nose scrunching up affectionately around it. He captured Kurt's face between his hands and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. "I love you, Kurt Hummel-Anderson. I love you more than love is possible to even exist and our baby is nearly here. Are you ready to give the best damn shot at this any daddies ever could together?"
Kurt nodded emphatically, even if tears were still spilling down his face. He managed a bright smile through them now, eyes searching over Blaine's face with all the love and adoration in the world. He threw his arms around his husband and hugged him like he never wanted to let go. Blaine was right. Their love was the reason they were doing this, and they were going to do the best damn job they could together. "I love you... I love you so much..." he sobbed, fingertips sinking in against Blaine's back as he tried to hug him harder. "We're ready. We are ready. We're ready, right..." he gasped with a step back to look back at Blaine pleadingly.
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life," Blaine promised him and after another quick kiss, they finally pushed each other over the edge of last minute nerves and cold feet to hurry to the labour suite down the hall. For all the dragging the last thirty-two hours seemed to do, these last few minutes seemed to streak by in a flash. They labour ward was a flurry of activity and to Kurt, it just seemed like a blur of bodies going on around him. All he was honestly aware of was Quinn in the bed where he stood by her clutching her hand, Blaine on the opposite side of the bed doing the same, and the doctor at the end of the bed coaxing and coaching Quinn through the final stages of the labour. It was harder and longer and more strenuous than when she had Beth, which would seem strange in the wake when they realised the baby was a lot smaller than Beth. To Quinn, it had felt for hours like she was giving birth to an elephant baby and she even wondered if they mixed the sperm up in the clinic for Kurt and Blaine's sample with an actual elephant. If the baby was born grey with a trunk and huge ears, Kurt and Blaine would never forgive her!
That was her last thought right before Blaine actually took a glance down and saw the doctor's gloved hands covered in blood, and promptly passed out cold. One of the male nurses caught him, which earned a bitchpls from Kurt, who reflexively tried to do a bolt to get to Blaine. It was impossible, though, because Quinn clamped down on his hand in a death grip and told him if he moved he would die. As simple as that. She growled it, too, and sounded like that chick in Ghostbusters when she got possessed by the huge dog. That movie always scared the shit out of Kurt, so his sassy little gay butt well and truly stayed put. Blaine was brought to with something like smelling salts just in time for the baby's head to be crowning. Quinn was sobbing loudly now, Kurt's face yanked down next to him so she could tell him he didn't want to have his elephant baby anymore, and he had to do it for her.
Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was just standing there looking like he was about to pass out again, so Kurt just did the only thing he could think of... burst into another loud rendition of Baby Love, even if it was weak and almost sobbed out. Then Blaine cut in with him, and the maternity staff shared glances like maybe these two poor gay dads had finally snapped and gone mental. At least, until Quinn joined them too, and she just sobbed her way through the first chorus with a hint of a disbeliving laugh that this was her life... giving birth to the first born of her favourite gay guys and they were actually singing her through the birth. If ever a Klaine birth was going to be anything, it was this. It was all of another twenty seconds with the doctor telling Quinn one more big push would do it. Kurt and Blaine kept singing, and all of a sudden there was a sharp, bright infant cry that filled the room and the doctor beamed up at them.
"We have a girl!" she declared and the song was cut off abruptly when it hit both daddies like a tonne of bricks...
They had a baby girl. A beautiful, baby girl with a smattering of chestnut-coloured hair over the top of her head and they both seemed to realise the same thing at the same time, and Kurt slapped a hand over his mouth with choked up sob of awe. Blaine stumbled around the bed to Kurt's side just as the baby swaddled in a fluffy pink receiving blanket was placed on Quinn's chest. "Kurt... Kurt, beautiful, you made our daughter," Blaine gasped before he took burst into happy tears. "Oh my god, she's the most beautiful baby ever..."
All Kurt could do was just stare at the tiny little squirmy, sticky bundle in Quinn's arms. His tear-filled eyes were wide and his hand was still planted over his mouth, and he actually stopped breathing for a good few seconds there. He couldn't even fathom it, but there was no mistaking it at all. The baby was his. She had the same fine features he and his mom had, not to mention the Hummel colouring. He, Kurt Hummel, Sassy Gay Bitch Extraordinnaire, actually made this perfect, tiny little thing right there and he made her because he loved Blaine, the most perfect husband a guy could ever have. "T-That's me... t-that's... I-I did that... we... she... O-Oh my god, that's a baby," he stammered in a tiny voice, looking at Blaine before his red-rimmed blue eyes were back on the baby. He reached his hand out hesitantly. "C-Can I touch her...? Am I allowed to touch her?"
Quinn didn't even hesitate. She was beaming up at them, but crying too hard to actually manage to form words. She placed the baby into Kurt's arms, her hand staying resting on top of the bundle of pink fluff so she could watch every tiny little reaction Kurt was having not only to meeting his daughter, but realising she was biologically his. Beside him, Blaine just stood there grinning goofily and telling the nearby by nurse that the baby was his. He was bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other and then without even thinking, turned and did a top-speed bolt out into the waiting room to shout out whilst bouncing up and down that he was a daddy. The only thing was, he forgot to tell any of their family and friends what the baby was before he was racing back to the labour suite. He came right up behind Kurt, hugging him from behind and looking at their tiny little daughter around Kurt's shoulder where he rested his cheek. Then he gave an excited squeak and planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek. "I love you so much. Kurt, this is our baby. She's perfect... she's... oh my god," he was welling up again.
Kurt just stood there, feeling the weight of the warmth of the tiny weight in his hards. He leaned over and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead. He gave an awestruck-laugh through his tears and softly started to sing You Are My Sunshine to her, leaning back into Blaine's embrace. Then he paused, looking up at Quinn with a stunned shake of his head. "You... you are... we... I can't ever..." he stammered again, words becoming more and more difficult as he was overcome with the most intense feelings he had ever felt before he finally just reached for Quinn's hand and squeezed it with a choked up. "Thank you so much..."
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