When We're Older

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! Also, the Reddin gene I mention in this story is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything, especially not FaceTime or Skype or anything else for that matter. I OWN NOTHING.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. I needed some time away from the fandom after Cory Monteith's death (which I still can't believe he's gone, you know?) Finn is still in this story even though Cory's gone, but I hope you all don't mind. Here's the final chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

The shrill sound of crying filled Kurt's ears and he sighed, rolling over from his spot on the bed as he rubbed at his sleep-fuzzy eyes. He kicked his legs over the side and stood, swaying a bit due to his lack of complete consciousness before he steadied himself and turned back around to make sure Blaine was still sleeping.

He wasn't. In fact, Blaine wasn't in bed at all.

Crap, Kurt thought to himself as he looked around the darkened bedroom and found the place completely empty. Blaine must have taken the baby to the nursery so I wouldn't get up. Just hours ago, the family settled down to sleep with Kurt and Blaine in their bed while Liam slept in the bassinet that was set up just a few feet away from them. The plan was to alternate between Blaine getting up to tend to the baby and then it would be Kurt's turn, but somehow the plan must've changed because now Blaine and the baby were down the hall while Kurt was left alone to rest.

But how could he rest when he knew that Blaine was having trouble getting their son back to sleep?

Actually, poor Liam hadn't been feeling very well at all lately. The baby, who was now a little over a month old, was having trouble keeping his formula down and even though Blaine was able to get them an appointment with Liam's pediatrician that upcoming Friday, they still dealt with having to listen to their son whimper and cry over something they couldn't understand. Phone calls to Burt and Carole told them that it might be an allergy to something in the formula, so Kurt went out and bought different things to try until they could get in to see the pediatrician, but nothing seemed to work and Liam was just miserable.

To punctuate that fact, a particularly loud wail traveled down the hall and Kurt's heart fell at the sound.

With a sad sigh, he padded down the hall and towards the cries he knew were coming from the nursery. Quietly, he pushed the slightly ajar door open and peered inside, not surprised in the least to find his husband pacing back and forth in front of the baby's crib, his arms full as he hummed and tried to soothe the crying infant that he held against his chest. Blaine's hair was fluffy and sticking up and there were bags under his eyes, evidence of the last few weeks of navigating the ins and outs of parenthood, especially during this rough time. Liam's tiny head was tucked beneath Blaine's chin, face turned away from Kurt's sight, but he knew his son had to be screaming himself red in the face with how loud he was crying.

"Is his stomach still bothering him?" Kurt asked as he stepped fully into the room and Blaine cocked his head to the side, blinking his sleepy eyes rapidly as he regarded his husband.

"You should go back to bed. You have to work in the morning."

"My son's sick and my husband looks exhausted. I'm calling off tomorrow."

"But you-"

"Isabelle will understand, honey." Kurt walked up to Blaine and peered down at their son, brushing his fingers over Liam's dark wispy locks. "Poor baby. How long has he been up?"

"About an hour. He doesn't feel well at all. He spit up his formula and I tried rubbing his belly to help him sleep, but he's miserable. I... I don't know what to do and I hate it."

"We could take him to the hospital?"

"I just- I don't-" Blaine whispered, trailing off as Liam wailed again. "I hate that he's so uncomfortable. I feel like there's nothing I can do, but what if we take him to the hospital and they just tell us that he's having gas pains? Or what if we don't take him and it ends up being something really serious? I just- I'm scared."

Kurt stared down at his husband and kissed Blaine's temple before he stepped in front of the shorter man and gently took Liam from Blaine's grasp. Carefully, he cradled his son against him and rubbed his hand up and down the baby's warm back. "Oh honey," he breathed, kissing Liam's forehead. "We're gonna help you feel better, okay? Everything will be alright. Your daddies will make it better." Looking up at Blaine, Kurt took his hand away from the baby's back and reached out to grab his husband's fingers. He wasn't surprised to find Blaine's hand shaking, "Why don't you head back to bed and get some sleep? I'll stay up with him and if he doesn't calm down soon, I'll wake you and we can figure out something from there."

"But he's-"

"Carole said to monitor him for the night and I can do that. You haven't slept very well over the last few days and you'd feel better - hell, I'd feel better - if you got some sleep. Please? Do it for me?"

Blaine watched him for a moment, hazel eyes blinking slowly before he nodded in understanding and kissed both his husband and son goodnight. He hesitated a bit in the doorway until Kurt shooed him away and once he was out of sight, Kurt slumped into the rocking chair and placed a steady hand on Liam's back, gently patting his son's bottom as the little boy whimpered against him.

"Daddy's got you, monkey. Shh."

For the next few hours, Kurt remained on watch, carefully rocking his son to sleep and keeping an eye on him as the baby slept through the night. When dawn came and Blaine came shuffling down the hall that morning, he was surprised to find Kurt and Liam fast asleep in the rocking chair and even though he knew Kurt was going to have one hell of a kink in his neck, he was glad his husband was able to calm their son down enough that the entire family was able to get some rest.

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Liam's stomach issues ended up coming down to a lactose allergy, one that was remedied by switching him to soy formula.

The new formula seemed to work wonders, which was a god send to Kurt and Blaine since they had been mind boggled by their son's change in demeanor. Now though, the baby was happy and healthy and it was all they could ask for, especially with Kurt heading back to work full-time and Blaine cementing himself farther into his role as a stay-at-home dad.

While the days were long and tiresome, Blaine knew that there wasn't anything in the world that he loved more than being a daddy. He got to cuddle up with Liam and just love up on him every single day until Kurt came home and then he would pass the baby off to get some rest while Kurt bonded with their son. However, resting usually never came into play since Blaine was always too infatuated with watching his husband talk or sing to their little boy. Kurt really slipped into his role as a father quite well, like a duck to water actually, and it was such a huge spin from those awful months where he broke away from Blaine and the pregnancy due to his fears over becoming a dad.

"He really loves you, you know?" Blaine murmured one night over dinner as he picked at a cobb salad and watched as Kurt sat across from him, feeding Liam his nightly bottle.

"Hmm?"

"Liam. He adores you. He makes the funniest little sad, pouty face when you kiss him in the mornings before you go to work. It's like he knows he won't see you for a few hours and I think he hates it - it's adorable though. I'm gonna catch it on camera for you one of these days."

Kurt chuckled and moved his arm a bit to prop Liam up some, "He's got your pout, I think. There's no one that can give puppy-dog eyes better than you."

"Oh shush."

"What? It's true! You two have the same facial expressions. I can't wait until he's big enough to talk because I'm gonna have you two challenge each other to see who can make the silliest expression. It'll be great."

Blaine rolled his eyes and smiled when Kurt squealed over Liam having finished up his bottle. "He was hungry."

"Oh yes, he was," Kurt cooed, setting the empty bottle on the table before he situated the baby on his shoulder with a burp cloth. A few pats on the back caused the little one to burp quite loudly and both Anderson-Hummel men laughed. "That's a good baby." Happy that their son was fed and burped, Kurt sat back in his seat and continued to rub at Liam's back, silently watching Blaine as he popped tiny pieces of lettuce into his mouth. "Here's to hoping that he gets your impeccable table manners too."

Blaine snickered, "As long as he doesn't watch his uncle Finn eat and decide that's the way to clean his plate, we should be okay." They both rolled their eyes and Blaine went back to eating, ignoring the watchful eyes on him. Several minutes of Blaine-watching went by before Kurt finally snapped back to reality and stood up from the table, gently laying Liam in his pack and play crib.

"You got a strange letter in the mail today, by the way. I don't know why I didn't think of it until now."

"A strange letter?"

"Yeah." Kurt stepped out of the room for a moment and came back with a large envelope. "I think it's a card. There's no return address so I don't know who sent it, but I think it's something to congratulate us about Liam. It's addressed to you though, so you should open it. Sorry I didn't give it to you sooner. I completely forgot about it when I got home."

"That's fine," Blaine said softly, taking the aforementioned envelope from Kurt's hands. A soft gasp slid from his lips when he noticed the scrawl of his name on the front and Kurt raised a brow at the reaction.

"Honey?"

"That- that's my mom's writing. I'd know it anywhere."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah." Blaine held the card in his hands, fingers slightly shaking as he thought about what the letter could hold. It felt heavy in his palm, slightly thick like something was enclosed and he exhaled shakily, flipping the card over to slide his finger against the seal. It came open easily and with trembling hands, Blaine slid the letter from the envelope, shocked to find a light blue card tucked inside. The front was white with 'Congratulations' written on the front in glittery, baby blue cursive. A picture of a baby in a basket being carried by a stork was centered below the writing and Blaine's heart leapt into his throat as he looked down at the card. "I don't understand."

"Is it a card?"

"Yes."

Kurt stood up and leaned against Blaine's chair, hunching over as he too looked at the card. When he was done reading it, he placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder and squeezed, offering his husband his support as the younger man continued to stare blankly at the card. "Open it."

Carefully, Blaine cracked open the card and he gasped again, this time louder when a piece of paper fell out and landed in his lap. "She sent a check."

Kurt reached down and picked up the check, eyes widening when he noticed the amount written on it. "She sent a check for five thousand dollars, Blaine."

"Oh my god-"

"I think there's a letter in there too," Kurt pointed out, eyes darting back up to gauge Blaine's expression when the younger man took in a shuddery breath. "Honey?"

"I don't understand. I- I don't get it."

"Read the letter, sweetie. I'll give you a minute." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's shoulder and then left the dining room, leaving Blaine alone with the letter (and a sleeping Liam, all nestled up in his pack and play.) Once he was gone, the few tears that had been threatening to fall from Blaine's eyes spilled out and he set the card, letter, and check on the table, dropping his head into his hands as he cried.

He couldn't understand this, didn't understand what was going on. How could his mom have gotten notice that he had a baby? Unless someone close to them told her then- oh, oh it was Cooper. It had to be.

Fucking Cooper.

Blaine wiped away the rest of the tears and reached forward, angrily tugging the letter out of the card. He unfolded it and frowned when he saw his mom's perfect handwriting scribbled on the page. It was hard to forget her loopy, swirly lettering even though it was over five years since he last saw or even spoke to her. Also, even though he was terribly upset that she just let her husband belittle him during that Thanksgiving all those years ago, he couldn't help but think about how much he missed his parents, especially when he saw how amazing the Hudmel family was. Sniffling, Blaine pulled the letter closer to his face and stared down at the scrawl, heart racing when he saw the greeting written at the top.

My dear baby boy,

It's been quite a long time, hasn't it? But that is all my fault. It's been over five years since I've heard your voice or seen your face and I've been foolish these last few years, Blaine. You are my youngest, my baby, and I haven't been fair to you, nor has your father. As I sit here and write this out to you, I can't help but think about all the things I've missed in your life over these lost years. You've grown up so much, sweetheart, and I hate that I let myself miss that.

And now, now I know that I've missed another huge milestone in your life and I'm crushed that I did. Please don't be mad at him, but Cooper told me about the baby.

My first grandchild: a little boy! A grandson!

Goodness when your brother texted me about his birth, I cried for days, Blaine. I really did. Because I missed the most important day of your life: your first time becoming a parent. Gosh, I admit that when you first told your father and me that you carried the Reddin gene, I was scared to death. I had no idea how it was even possible that a man could even get pregnant, let alone carry and child and give birth to it, but then you told us you had the gene and I thought about those nights when you were younger and you told us you were gay and how upset I was that I wasn't going to get any grandchildren from you.

It was a selfish thought, I know that now, but it was something I thought of and I regret it much like I regret not being in your life over the last several years.

And now you are a father, a daddy to a beautiful baby boy (I saw pictures, just ones of him in the nursery at the hospital and a few of him that Cooper took of him a few days after his birth) and I'm heartbroken that I missed this because of my own stupidity.

Blaine, darling, I miss you. I've missed you since that night you left and I'm so sorry that I never stood up for you and that I let you leave that night. I should have fought harder, should have told your father to just shut his mouth and grow up because you've been nothing but the perfect son to us and instead of focusing in on the great things you've done, your father focused on his bigotry instead and I let him hurt you. I am so sorry. I know that it's too late to ask forgiveness or to even beg, but I just want you to know that I am sorry and that I love you very much. Your father and I, we've done some talking over the years about what happened that night, and he's sorry too, Blaine. He realizes what he did was wrong and that he never ever should have said those awful things to you about Kurt and about your genetics.

We miss you very much, sweetheart, and we hate that we're missing out on your life and the life of our dear grandchild because of something dumb we did long ago.

So, I've enclosed a check for $5,000 for you to get something nice for you and Kurt and the baby. Cooper wouldn't let me know his name because he said that he was already stepping too far out by sending us the pictures and that if we wanted to know the baby's name to ask you, but he did mention that we would like the name. I think I would love his name no matter what because he's beautiful, Blaine. So beautiful.

He looks like you when you were a baby actually. I've enclosed some pictures of you when you were just a tiny little guy and you can compare them if you'd like. It looks like the Anderson genes were quite dominant with your little one, though I can see a bit of Kurt in there too - especially his nose! That's a definite Hummel nose right there! So cute!

Just writing about how cute my grandson is without even seeing him in person breaks my heart, but I know that is nothing but my fault and my fault alone. I've been terrible to you, Blaine, and I hope that you can one day accept my apology and allow me back into your life. I miss you so much and I'll do anything to show you how sorry I am.

Please give a kiss to Kurt from us and please kiss your beautiful little boy too. I hope to one day meet him, even if it is for just one second.

I love you very much, Blaine Devon. Your father and I are sorry and we hope to hear from you. Love you!

Mom

Blaine dropped the letter on the table and leaned forward, resting his forehead against his fists as he breathed in heavily. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest and suffocating him and his stomach swirled sourly as he thought about the pain that he went through after cutting his parents out of his life. He thought about the first few weeks during his pregnancy when he was alone at Cooper's apartment and how much he wanted to call him mom and cry over his fears because a long, long time ago, she had been quite a good listener - well, until he came out... then that was a different story.

He thought about her when he was sitting in the hospital with Liam resting against his chest, his cheek resting against the baby's thick hair, and how there was a picture in his old baby book back at home similar to that very scene, one of his mom holding him in the hospital just like that, her cheek pressed against Blaine's curls as she lovingly cradled him. At that moment in time, he wanted to call her and ask her tons of questions about caring for a newborn, but he shied away, still broken from the way she let his dad run over his feelings so many Thanksgivings ago. So, he turned to Carole, who had been more a mother to him than his own and he let the pangs that filled his soul fade away while he forgot about his own mommy issues.

But now, sitting there in his dining room, head in his hands, forgotten dinner in front of him as well as a letter, packet of pictures, and a check spread before him, he felt lost.

"Kurt?" He called out, voice thick and laden with sadness. Kurt skidded into the room and sighed sadly at the sight of Blaine's forlorn expression.

"Oh honey," He whispered as he tugged his husband against him and let Blaine cry it out, one hand stroking Blaine's scalp while the other wrapped around his shoulders. "It's okay. I'm here; it'll be okay." Beside them, Liam began to fuss, having woken up due to the commotion around him, and Kurt sucked in a deep breath, heart falling at the sounds of Blaine falling apart beside of him and the whimpers that came from the bassinet. "Shh, shh. I've got you."

A couple of minutes later, Blaine sniffled and pulled away, slipping out of Kurt's grasp to go over and pick up Liam. He held the little boy close to his chest and nuzzled Liam's soft, dark hair, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper as he mumbled into Liam's hair.

"Blaine?"

"I'm not going to become like them, Kurt. I'm not."

"You mean like your parents?"

"If I ever hurt Liam the way they did to me, I wouldn't deserve forgiveness."

"Is that what they want?" Kurt asked cautiously, slowly stepping forward towards his husband and son. He reached out and pulled Blaine in so that they were standing face to face, Kurt's hands low on Blaine's waist as he watched his family. "They want you to forgive them?"

"Cooper told them about Liam and they want to be a part of his life. They want to get to know him even though they- my dad, he- even though he said it was an abomination to produce via the gene."

"Maybe their thoughts changed?"

"Kurt, I don't-"

Kurt smiled sadly, shaking his head to quiet his husband. He waited until Blaine hushed before he continued, "I know your parents hurt you. I do. But, what you just said: how they asked for forgiveness after what happened? That's them extending the olive branch. I know that they hurt you badly. I hated them for what they did, but I... do you mind if I read the letter? Maybe I can better explain things to you if I can?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders and Kurt nodded at him, stepping away to pick up the discarded letter. He skimmed through it, only taking a minute or two to read the whole thing and once he was done, he looked up at his red-eyed husband, a gentle smile taking over his face.

"Remember when you forgave me for what I did?"

"Yes."

"Remember how scared I was about being a dad? How selfish I was back then?"

"Yes."

"Remember how I realized how dense I was being and how you and I worked it out?"

"Yes, but Kurt-"

"I'm not saying that you should forgive your parents for the way they acted, but maybe they did have a change of heart? Maybe they finally realized how stupid they've been and have finally realized that they really messed everything up? Maybe they're finally coming around?"

"Kurt..."

"You know, a long time ago, you told me that you were scared that you would become like your dad. Maybe now's the time for you to talk to him - and your mom - and find out what in the world caused them to change their attitude towards you? You can just have one conversation with them and see how they are and if you aren't comfortable, you can definitely cut them off completely. I would support you a million percent, but honestly, I think it would be good for you to just talk to them. Forgiveness is a hard thing to allow when you've been hurt, but... but both you and I have dealt with it and we came out okay, yes?"

Blaine nodded, turning away for just a moment to put a now sleeping Liam back in his bassinet. Once the baby was laid down, Blaine turned back and walked straight into Kurt's arms, resting his head against Kurt's shoulder as a long shaky breath slipped from his lips. "You really think I should call them?"

"It wouldn't hurt, honey."

"You think so?"

"Call them and just talk to them. If they make you uncomfortable at any time or it seems like you aren't ready or they just aren't as sorry as you think they are, then hang up and don't worry about them ever again."

"Will you talk to them with me?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Blaine. Whatever you want."

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It took Blaine a whole week to come to terms with what he was about to do.

Kurt stood beside him though, ready and willing to jump in if Blaine needed him. They spent the full week discussing their options, as well as talking to their therapist about it, and when they finally came to a cemented plan, Kurt told Isabelle that he needed to take a half day due to some family related issue and then he came home early, plopping down beside of Blaine as his husband sat stone stiff at the kitchen table, his phone clutched in his fist.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Blaine started the phone call, switching the call over to speakerphone and he sat back, reaching one arm out to take Kurt's. The phone rang for a few moments before a familiar voice answered, her soothing tone filling the air in the apartment as she spoke.

"Hello?"

Blaine opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out and Kurt frowned, squeezing his husband's hand as Blaine shook his head. Mrs. Anderson kept asking if someone was there and finally Kurt answered, leaning close to the phone to speak up.

"Mrs. Anderson? Marisol, it's Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"Kurt? Oh my god, Kurt, hello! Is Blaine with you?"

Blaine took in a shaky breath and then exhaled, making himself known. "Mom?"

"Blaine! Oh my god, Blaine!"

"Hi mom."

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" The woman on the other end of the phone began bawling and Kurt bit his lip when he felt Blaine slump next to him, the other man hiding the fact that he too had started crying upon hearing his mother's voice after five long years.

"Mom-"

Mrs. Anderson started babbling on her end, sobbing out apologies and promises to never hurt him ever again. Blaine barely spoke and just spent the conversation nodding his head even though his mother couldn't see him and after several minutes of crying from the two of them, a soft cry caused the two to silence.

"Oh-"

"Baby, I'm gonna go get Liam. I'll be back," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine's hand before he disappeared out of the room. Blaine turned back to his phone and frowned when he was met with nothing but silence.

"Mom?"

"Liam? You named him Liam?"

"Liam Elijah. We named him after Grampy. I mean, he just-"

"You named him after dad?" Oh, that was a new voice. Mr. Anderson.

"Dad?"

"Blaine."

Kurt stepped back into the room with Liam in tow, quietly swaying back and forth as the baby's soft whimpers quieted down to nothing. When he spotted Blaine's wide eyes and slack jaw, he frowned, but when the sound of Blaine's father's voice slipped from the phone speakers, he figured out what had his husband so shocked.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Hello Kurt."

Liam whined again and Marisol sighed audibly, snapping Blaine from his reverie. The younger Anderson glanced up at his husband and son and then back at his phone, fingers twitching as he stared at the amount of time the call was. "Do you guys want to meet Liam?"

"What?"

"Do you want to meet the baby? On FaceTime?"

"Oh honey. Of course."

Blaine went ahead and got FaceTime set up on their iPad, dialing his parents while Kurt sat down with Liam and got him ready to meet his other grandparents for the first time. Within seconds, the faces of Marisol and Nicholas Anderson popped up on-screen and Kurt observed how much older the couple looked. Nicholas' dark brown hair was salt-and-pepper grey now and he wore a pair of dark-rimmed glasses that shielded his blue eyes. Marisol's wavy hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and there were dark circles under her tired hazel eyes. When the two older adults spotted Blaine on-screen, they both smiled sadly.

"You've grown," Marisol commented and Blaine blushed.

"It's been five years, mom."

"I know. I've missed so much."

"Yeah. Kurt and I are parents now." Kurt leaned in at the mention of his name and waved at his in-laws with his free hand. Both Andersons waved back and Blaine focused the camera back on him, "You ready to meet Liam?"

"Definitely," Nicholas said. Blaine turned the screen towards Kurt and Kurt sat up a little straighter, situating the baby in his arms so that he was in the plain view of the phone's camera lens. When he was able to be fully seen, a chorus of coos and awws came from the grandparents and then there were sniffles, so many more sniffles. Kurt looked up and found himself looking at two completely emotional, distraught people and he shot a look to Blaine, not surprised to find his husband's lower lip tucked between his teeth.

You okay, he mouthed to Blaine, watching as his husband nodded slowly. Blaine turned the camera back on him and scooted closer to Kurt and Liam, leaning in close as the young family stared back at Blaine's parents. Nicholas was watching them in awe and Marisol was dabbing tears away from her eyes with a tissue. When Liam yawned, the grandparents watched on in amazement and Marisol reached over to take Nicholas' hand.

"He's beautiful, sweetheart."

"Thank you," Blaine mumbled, looking down at his sleepy son. Kurt held the baby up a little higher and passed him over to his husband, lovingly watching the way Blaine took Liam into his arms with such care. "He's my world, next to Kurt... obviously."

"You guys did a good job."

"Thank you."

After that, the conversation dwindled, especially since the Andersons were so enthralled by their grandson. The next several minutes were spent in almost silence (minus the soft snuffly noises Liam made as he drank from his afternoon bottle) and when Blaine finally went to set Liam's empty bottle to the side and burp him, Marisol spoke up.

"I know we've been distant and that we really hurt you, sweetheart, but we were wondering if we could come visit or perhaps you guys could stop by the next time you are in Ohio?"

Kurt chewed on his lip, darting his gaze to Blaine to see what his husband was thinking, but Blaine's facial expression was blank. The younger man seemed to be lost in his thoughts, his eyes blinking slowly as he let his mind wander. His parents sat patiently on the other line, not saying a word, but Kurt could see their worry when Blaine didn't answer.

"Blaine?"

"We're coming in for Thanksgiving."

"That sounds wonderful, darling. Absolutely wonderful."

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"I can't believe we're finally here," Kurt sighed as he opened his car door and stretched his aching limbs. Blaine hopped out of the passenger seat and immediately went to climb in the back to unhook Liam from his car seat. Their four-month-old son was fast asleep, having been lured into dreamland by the ride to his grandparents, and when Blaine lifted the infant out of his seat, Liam yawned and sunk into his daddy's chest, content to listen to Blaine's heartbeat as the man carried him towards the house.

"That was the longest ride I've ever been on... and I used to take bus rides for school functions."

"So did I. Remember the Chicago trip to Nationals my senior year? That was pretty disgusting."

Blaine chuckled and stopped in front of the door, carefully holding Liam with one hand while he knocked with the other. The door swung open before he could finish knocking and on the other side appeared Carole, who squealed at the sight of her loved ones.

"Hello boys! Oh, let me have my grandson!"

Blaine surrendered the baby, then turned back to grab up some of the luggage that Kurt had placed on the steps. When he and Kurt had finally emptied out the rental car, they both fled into the warmth of the house and found Burt and Carole cooing over a now awake Liam, who was blinking up at them with a scowl on his face.

"He's probably mad that he's awake, but it's better if he's up now anyway. I need him to sleep tonight."

Carole nodded at Blaine's comment and scooted over on the couch, allowing Burt to sink in closer to her as the older man babbled at his grandson. "That's my boy! There's my little Liam! There's grandpa's boy!"

"I think dad's forgotten how to speak English," Kurt teased, smirking at his dad when Blaine elbowed him in the side. "That's okay. I forget how to speak properly around Liam too."

"Kurt randomly coos things at him, so I would just ignore this dork! He babytalks him more than I do, so he's got no room to pick at you, Burt."

"I can imagine. He used to babytalk his designer shoes too. I really miss those days."

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine, nudging his husband to get him to follow him upstairs to discard their luggage. Once they got to Kurt's old room and dropped their bags, Kurt ambushed his husband with a kiss, smiling against Blaine's lips when his husband gasped against him. "Sorry about that," he breathed when he finally pulled away. "This room just brought back a ton of memories."

"I'd say," Blaine added with a chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed Kurt again, moaning against Kurt's lips as the other man ran his tongue along the seam of his mouth. The two of them continued their canoodling, allowing Burt and Carole to get some quality time in with their grandson before they finally decided to break apart and head downstairs. When they stepped into the living room neither grandparent commented on their swollen, kiss reddened lips or disheveled appearances, but it was noticeable by the all-knowing smirks on their faces that they knew what Kurt and Blaine were up to.

"So," Burt started, "Carole and I were thinking that you guys might let us have Liam for the night. We can set up his crib in our room and you two can have a night of uninterrupted sleep while we watch our grandbaby. Whaddya say?"

The couple shared a look before they turned back to Burt. "That would be awesome, dad. We haven't had too many nights alone since he was born," Kurt agreed. Meanwhile, Blaine nodded in agreement with his husband and took a seat on the couch next to Carole, leaning close to his mother-in-law to talk to his son.

"He really loves his gramma!"

"Of course he does! And his gramma loves him too!" Beaming at her grandbaby, Carole kissed the top of Liam's curly head, giggling when the little one in her arms grunted and began to squirm in her grasp. "He seems a little hungry. Do you mind if I feed him?"

"No, of course not! I'll go make him a bottle."

"I'll come with you," Carole said as she stood up and followed Blaine into the kitchen, leaving both of the Hummel men alone. When Burt noticed this, he waved his arm towards the couch and motioned for Kurt to sit. In the meantime, he took his seat in the recliner, smiling at his boy when Kurt finally got settled down. "I'm glad you came for the holiday, bud."

"I'm glad I was able to take off for it. Isabelle told me to go home since Liam's still small and you guys deserve to see him more often-"

"I always knew I liked that woman."

"-and with Blaine going to his parents on Friday-" He trailed off.

"How's Blaine dealing with that? He ready for all that? It's a huge step."

Kurt nodded and sunk down into the couch, "I think he just wants to get it over with and see what happens from there. I know he's worried about it since he hasn't seen them in years, but I think he wants to try to make amends with them for Liam's sake, you know? We're just going to go over there and hang out with them and Cooper for a while and then come back here so things don't get too weird."

"I understand. How is Cooper, by the way? I haven't seen him since he flew back to Cali after Liam's birth."

"Well, he's doing okay - still filming that movie of his actually. They're on break for Thanksgiving, so he's coming in for a few days before he has to head back out to film some more. And I know Blaine's excited to see him. They skype and talk on the phone all the time. I think Blaine misses him."

"He probably does. They relied on each other a lot over the last year."

"Yeah, they did."

The rest of the conversation about Cooper was cut short when Carole came back into the room, arms full of baby with Blaine right on her tail. She smiled at Kurt and then turned to hand the baby over to Burt, "I need to have a word with Blaine. Could you finish feeding Liam?"

"As if I'd pass up the opportunity to feed my little stinkbug," Burt growled out, his voice teasing. He beamed at the little one in his arms and cooed about how good of an eater Liam was as the baby sucked heartily on his bottle. "What are you two up to anyway?"

"You can never start Christmas shopping too early!" Carole called behind her as she half-dragged Blaine up the steps. As they disappeared upstairs, the Hummel men could hear Blaine's laughter trailing behind them. It was obvious Carole was up to something, but that was her secret, so they didn't question it. Let her have her fun! Once the others were completely out of their sight though, Kurt turned his attention back to his dad, his heart warming at the sight of the older man once again babbling at his grandchild.

"He's not too heavy for you, is he, dad?"

"Heavy? Please, Kurt! He's barely the size of my arm - he's as light as a feather!"

"Tell that to my biceps!"

"He's just a healthy eater, that's all. Aren't you, kiddo? You like your yum-yums!"

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly, sitting back further to observe his dad and son more. While Burt fed the baby, Kurt talked about Liam's growth and how adorably chubby he was. The little guy was healthy, which was great, as he wasn't struggling anymore like he was before they switched him over to lactose free formula; plus, he was growing at the normal rate for a four-month-old. Liam was also very fond of Blaine singing to him and of Kurt reading to him, especially when Kurt changed his voice for different characters. Basically, he just loved the sound of his parents' voices. Also, he liked various rattles and squeaky things and he adored his tummy time - when one of his daddies would set him on a soft blanket on his belly and let him practice moving around a bit. He didn't do much, but he was getting better at lifting his head and flailing his limbs around, which made Blaine think he was going to be rolling soon.

"Ahh, rolling. I remember you rolling, bud. I set you on the bed for a nap and you somehow rolled clear off and almost gave me a heart attack! And your mom- your mom almost skinned me alive because I turned away for one second and boom there you were on the floor! Thank god, you weren't hurt. Though I sometimes now wonder if maybe you bonked your head on the floor when you fell-"

"Dad!"

"Just kidding," Burt chuckled, a big grin spreading across his face as he shook the now empty bottle in his hand. "Someone was hungry!" He hunched forward, setting the bottle on the coffee table before balanced Liam on his lap and began to pat the little guy's back, smiling up at Kurt when Liam let out a monster burp. "There we go! That's my boy!"

"Honestly, I think he got his belching skills from Uncle Finn. That's not something Blaine or I passed off."

"Could have gotten it from his grandpa too! Right, kiddo?"

Liam cooed at his grandfather and reached his chubby hands out, grabbing onto the cuffs of Burt's plaid shirt. He gave his grandpa a gummy smile when Burt laughed at him and Kurt's heart just melted at the sight. Watching the two of them bond, Kurt couldn't help but admire how adorable they were and how excited he was to see his dad so happy. A year ago, he never would have imagined a situation like this: seeing his dad holding his first grandchild. He never would imagined the child having been spawned from him and Blaine either... but now, he couldn't imagine it any other way.

Sighing happily, he stood up from the couch and went to sit on the floor in front of the recliner, carefully balancing on his knees as he leaned in and pecked a kiss on Liam's chubby cheek. "Love you, sweetie."

Burt smiled at the action, taking one of his hands from Liam's back to pat his son's shoulder. "You know, I'm so proud of you, Kurt. You've grown so much in the last year and I just want to let you know how proud I am of you... I love you lots, bud."

"Thanks, dad. I love you too."

The two of them went back to playing with Liam and after several minutes of being distracted by the baby's overall cuteness, neither man noticed Blaine and Carole watching them from the doorway, both smiling at the precious sight before them.

"Should I get my camera?" Carole asked, inwardly swooning when Kurt began singing to the baby as Burt rocked the little guy against his chest. Beside her, Blaine shook his head and dug something out of his pants pocket: his phone.

"Already on it."

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Kurt rolled over, slinging his arm over Blaine's waist as he pulled his sleeping husband a little bit closer. They had been in bed for a few hours now and after a passionate, yet slow love-making session, Blaine had immediately fallen asleep, but Kurt was wide awake still, his mind racing as he stared at the moonlit ceiling above him.

It felt so strange to not have Liam in the room, whether or not he was in a crib beside their bed or sleeping in between them. The little boy had been with them since he came home from the hospital, so it was weird to know he was sleeping somewhere else, but Kurt knew he was in safe hands, especially with how excited his parents seemed to have an semi-sleepover with their only grandchild.

Plus, it wasn't like Kurt and Blaine didn't take advantage of the alone time they were so lovingly given. Being able to have sex without having to worry about waking a sleeping baby was amazing even though they still had to keep quiet to not bother the other occupants of the house. However, both men stayed within their noise boundaries and just relished in each other's love, enjoying their time together without any interruptions.

Blushing at the memory of Blaine falling apart beneath him, Kurt squeezed his husband a little tighter and snuggled his face against Blaine's, gently rubbing his cheek along his husband's slightly scruffy one. At the contact, Blaine hummed in content and opened his eyes, turning slightly in Kurt's arms to sleepily stare up at his husband's face. He blinked against the darkness and yawned, eyes narrowing as he stared into the darkness.

"Kurt? You're still awake? ...What time is it?"

"It's, like... a quarter to four. It's late. Go back to sleep, honey. I'm not tired."

"No. Nuh uh. Not until you try to sleep too. We've got a busy day tomorrow," Blaine commented with another yawn, reminding Kurt of their shopping trip to get groceries for Thanksgiving dinner later that week. Kurt rolled his eyes and kissed the middle of Blaine's forehead, breathing in clean scent of his husband's skin.

"We don't have to shop early. We can take a lazy day and shop later. No rush."

"Says the man who likes to rush me around in the morning because he wants to beat the crowds."

"Sometimes certain actions must be taken to make sure we get what we need. I doubt we'll have any problem finding what we need to in Lima, Ohio."

Blaine scoffed, "You say that now, but watch: we'll go shopping and they'll not have yams and whose fault will that be? Yours. Because you want to take a lazy day tomorrow."

"Oh please-"

"Plus we promised your parents that we'd go out on a date night thing while they watch the baby. You wouldn't want to make them angry, now would you?"

"Oh yes... because if we don't leave, they'll be upset," Kurt teased, kissing Blaine's temple right where his husband's hair curled so adorably. "Part of me thinks you'll be the one who'll get angry if we don't take advantage of that deal tomorrow."

"And what if I do?"

"You won't... because we're going out to dinner at Breadstix-" He ignored Blaine's snort, "-and you're going to love it. It'll be just like the old days."

"Yeah, the days before we had a baby and before I was as big as a house."

"Oh shut up!" Kurt groaned, jabbing Blaine in the side. Despite the baby having been born in July, Blaine still felt like his body hadn't bounced back as well as it should have, even though he dropped all of his baby weight and looked just fine (handsome, beautiful, stunning, gorgeous) in Kurt's eyes. Time and time again, the younger man would poke and prod at himself in the mirror and he even made Kurt turn the lights off whenever they made love, which annoyed Kurt to no end because he loved Blaine's body no matter what, but it was still a sore topic to the new father. Sighing helplessly because he knew this wasn't a fight he was going to win, Kurt continued on, "You are perfect, honey. You just had a baby and your body is fine."

"I still have stretch marks."

"Really? Where? Because I've never seen them."

"They're everywhere. I just don't let you look long enough."

"Well, I think I've looked plenty and I've never seen these marks of which you speak, so you must be imagining them. Plus, you look amazing. You had a baby four months ago and you had to take over a month off of doing anything because of your stitches. You look amazing. You're perfect and I just wish you could see that."

Blaine sighed, obviously getting lost in his thoughts, so Kurt gently climbed on top of him, sighing as he leaned down to capture his husband's lips with his own. If he couldn't get his husband to see how sexy he was, Kurt would just have to make him see it, make him feel it. So he let his body show it, slowly rolling his hips forward to prove to Blaine that no matter what, Kurt Hummel still thought his husband was the sexiest man on the Earth.

"Blaine?" Kurt moaned as he pulled away. He didn't mean to cut their making out short, but in the midst of rutting against Blaine's thigh, his mind slipped elsewhere and all of a sudden, he needed to talk about it.

"Yeah?"

"Can you believe that this time last year... you were pregnant? I mean, barely pregnant, but you still were."

"I.. I know. It's weird, isn't it? I just keep on thinking about the holiday season last year and how hectic everything was-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Please... honey, don't. We're past that now and I know you're sorry. You've told me time and time again and I forgave you ages ago. We're in a better place now, right?"

"Yes."

"So enough apologizing. We've moved on and we're better now. We're better people, we're a better couple, and that's all that matters anymore."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too."

Kurt smiled, leaning back down to kiss Blaine again, his hands running up and down his husband's sides before they brushed across Blaine's bare chest. Blaine arched up into his touch, panting when Kurt began trailing kisses down his jawline and to his neck.

"Kurt-"

"I've got you," the older man whispered, licking along Blaine's collarbone. He snaked a hand down in between their bodies and went to wrap his fingers around Blaine's hardened length when a cry pierced the air. Below him, Blaine stilled for a moment before he snorted, his laughter mixing in with the cries from down the hall. Kurt paused, shocked by the mood change, but then he too began laughing, carelessly falling forward onto Blaine's chest as the sound of their son's wailing traveled down the hall.

"We just got cockblocked by our baby and he's not even here!" Blaine choked out, gasping for breath in between his laughter and Kurt snorted, shoving Blaine's shoulder.

"You're the one who started laughing! We could've kept going!"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it. It's like he knows or something! He's... He's gonna do this for the rest of our lives, you know that right?"

Kurt smirked and sat up, still straddling Blaine's legs as he stared down at his husband's grinning face. Even in the moonlight, he could see the love Blaine had for him written all over his face, especially in his striking eyes; and even now, even after all of those long years and rough patches and everything, that love, that emotion made Kurt feel like he was on top of the world. Blinking back the onslaught of tears that overcame him, he smiled back, brushing his fingers along Blaine's jawline, and watched as the love of his life (the father of his child, his everything) peered up at him.

There he was: Kurt Anderson-Hummel, a man in his thirties, a husband, a father, who had overcame so much in his life. He dealt with adversity, with heartbreak, with overwhelming fear, and now he was living and loving so much more than he was before. He was so in love with everything now. He loved his family, he loved his husband, and he loved his son and after such a long hard year, after almost losing two of the most important people in his life, he knew that this, this moment, this time in his life was everything to him.

Heart beating hard in his chest, Kurt looked down at his husband and pressed another kiss to Blaine's lips. As he pulled away, he noted the sound of his dad singing to Liam somewhere down the hall and he smiled wider, whispering the answer to Blaine's question into the night air.

"Of course he will and I wouldn't have it any other way."

A/N: Well, that's it, folks. We're all done here! I hope the ending was good enough for you all. I tried to get it to come out the way I wanted, but it fought with me long and hard and I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but what matters most to me is if you all liked it. Anyway, I'd like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me throughout this entire story. Your comments and messages really kept me going and allowed me to finish this and I'm so grateful to ALL of you for everything you've done for me. I am so pleased to have been able to share this with you all and while I know this story had its moments, it really is like a child to me and I was scared to let it out there in the world for you all to read, but you've been amazing with it and to me and I'm severely thankful. I do hope to see you all around when I get around to posting my next MPREG (which should be soon, I hope) and while I don't know if I'll do a sequel to this or not (or maybe some drabbles in this series or what not), I hope you'll read those as well. Thanks again and please review one last time to let me know what you thought! Until next time!