Growing Up

Sam rolls over. He feels warm lips on his head, a hand smoothing back his hair. He opens his eyes. Dave stands before him in pajama pants and happiness. He doesn't even have his glasses on yet.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says softly. Sam smiles at Dave and sits up. The rush of blood to his head is a bit much, so he flops back onto his pillow. "No, you have to get up. We're going to see Blaine and Kurt today."

"Baby, let's just go to sleep." Sam curls around his pillow.

"Don't you want to see the baby? They just brought him home from the hospital." Dave tugs at Sam's hand. "Come on. We'll get breakfast while we're out." Breakfast sounds good, but sleep sounds better. Sam wracks his brain for an excuse.

"You have to study for your finals, baby." He rubs his thumb over Dave's wrist.

"They're in a month, Sam." What does Dave have against sleep?

"They're for your masters, and they're going to be the hardest finals you've ever had." Dave sighs before trying again. "Sam... Babies..."

"There is only one baby I care about right now, and that's you." Dave smiles, and Sam pulls the history teacher onto the bed. Dave nuzzles Sam's neck. "Let's just stay in bed today."

"No, beautiful. We have to be there for Kurt and Blaine." Sam rubs Dave's knee.

"Are you sure? Why can't we just laze around today?"

"Let's go hold cute babies. I mean, Betty's going to be there, too. You know how much she loves you." Betty Puckerman is a diva and a tomboy. She's every bit as precocious as a daughter of Rachel Puckerman, nee Berry, was imagined to be.

"Mmm, she's adorable. You wanna have a cute kid like her?" Sam wonders what he and Dave's children would be like. Athletic, for sure. Athletic nerds. Hot athletic nerds. Sam isn't really awake yet.

"If we have a daughter, she'll be cuter than Betty," Dave promises. "She'll be building a hard-drive out of a toaster by the time she's three."

That wakes Sam up a little, and he rolls over to let his chest face the chilled air. "I can't wait until you graduate. We're taking the summer off – the wedding in June, a month in Europe, then we spend August getting out of here."

"Paris, Madrid, Dublin, Manila..." Dave wants to visit a bunch of historical sites, and Sam fully plans on ruining every one of them by saying "I remember when the Doctor came here!" He hasn't warned Dave, but he's sure Dave knows anyways.

"That's where my language skills come in handy." Sam hasn't quite gotten Italian down, but he's doing better and better. He's started watching a few shows, and not just dubs of English series. Dave knows some from college, but he's been too busy to start brushing up on it.

"And when we come back, we'll have the civil ceremony in Chicago." Dave kisses Sam's forehead. Sam rubs on his scruff. There was something he loved about it, but Dave always shaved.

"I love you," Sam says.

"Love you, too."

Dave convinces Sam to get up by dressing him – mostly with his mouth – and promising that all sexual frustration would be relieved once they got home. He makes Sam drive the hour trip to Westerville. They stop by a diner on the way up to shovel down pancakes and waffles; it's not far from the Hummel-Anderson household.

When they ring the doorbell, it takes a few minutes for anyone to come to the door, but Carole Hudson-Hummel answers. She smiles and reached up to hug both men.

"Sam, Dave. I didn't know you two were coming!"

"We didn't know you'd be here," Sam says cheerfully.

She leads them to the living room, where Sam can see Blaine holding the baby. Kurt is on his left, a euphoric smile on his face. On Blaine's other side is Burt, who's laughing a little as he holds a finger over the child's face. Finn is behind the couch, towering over the rest.

"Now you two are here, and I have all my boys in one place," Carole announces. "So come and meet my newest boy." Kurt looks up and smiles.

"Here, let me take him," Kurt says, and he gingerly reaches over. Blaine makes hushing noises as he passes the whining infant. "His name's Corwin James Hummel-Anderson. Who wants to hold him first?"

"No fair!" Finn shouts.

"You held him already!" Kurt snaps. Corwin whines, though, so Kurt turns back sharply.

"I don't know how to hold a baby," Dave says, "so Sam goes first."

"You can hold a baby, right?" Kurt asks nervously.

"Absolutely," Sam answers. Kurt still makes him position his arms correctly before handing over Corwin. "You're gonna be singing and dancing in no time," he tells Corwin.

"Where's Rachel?" Dave asks. "Is she doing okay?"

"She's absolutely glowing," Blaine informs him. "Noah took her and Betty out for breakfast."

"How are you guys doing with packing?" Sam inquires.

Dave sits down, and Kurt shows him how he's supposed to hold an infant.

"The house is lovely," Blaine answers.

"Are you sure you have to leave?" Burt asks. "You just had a baby! You're going to need help, and we're all right here..."

"Sorry, Dad," Kurt says, "but we need our rights as parents. Illinois can give us that... Ohio can't. Besides, Rachel and Puck will be there."

"There's a great neighborhood. New houses, good schools, close enough to Chicago to commute. Besides," Blaine adds, "I'm insisting Corwin go to Dalton when he's older."

"We'll visit you in Chicago," Carole says. "Maybe you'll find a nice girl for Finn while you're at it."

Finn laughs, but Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Have you said goodbye to sleep yet?" Dave asks.

"Not yet," Blaine tells him.

"Rachel and Puck are spoiling us. They keep getting up instead of making us wake up to get Corwin," Kurt explains. "They need to stop; I've half a mind to drag Corwin's crib into our room."

"He'd be sleeping in our bed if I weren't afraid you'd roll over and squish him!" Blaine declares.

Sam caught Dave's eyes, and all they said was Please tell me we're not this nauseating.