A/N: Here's the final installment of TRTHIPWGI! I hope you like it! Thank you for all your kind reviews, it really means a lot to me!

"FUCK YOU BLAINE ANDERSON!"

"I thought that was what got us here dear-OW THAT FUCKING HURT!"

Blaine was rubbing two red spots on his skin, from both the Hummel men. To be honest, Kurt's slap hurt worse than Burt's. But then again, he was giving birth to Blaine's six children, so he probably had a lot of pent up rage. Not that it was exactly pent up. He was taking it all out on Blaine.

Okay, so maybe it was Blaine's fault. But so what if he impregnated Kurt? This was hurting him too! Mainly because Kurt was squeezing his hand so hard he was positive that it would fall off. "Come on Kurt, you just have to push."

"I HAVE BEEN PUSHING FOR THE PAST EIGHT FUCKING HOURS!"

"And you've done wonderfully so far dear." Carole interjected, shooting Blaine a glare of death. Blaine nodded, gesturing to where Brittany was currently taking care of the other five kitty babies. Kurt had wanted to hold them, but the first five had all come so quickly, one after another.

"Yeah Kurt, you're doing amazing. It's just this little bastard who's proving to be as stubborn as you are."

Kurt suddenly slapped the back of Blaine's head. "Ow!" He cried, glaring reproachfully at his boyfriend.

"DON'T CALL YOUR SON A BASTARD, YOU ASS!"

Blaine sighed. He was a teenager, he was no good at this birth coaching thing. Maybe he should have rethought this whole plan. But then suddenly with a scream their final son pushed his way out of Kurt's temporary birth canal, and Brittany wordlessly handed a sobbing Kurt his son, his skin still matted down with blood and the placenta. Kurt began wiping it off, and his eyes, bright with residue tears, fell upon one of his sons.

Blaine climbed onto the bed next to Kurt, and silently looked at their son. He was finally speechless, stunned by the wonder and beauty. The baby was the largest by far, and had tiny brown ears peaking up from dark curls, complete with a brown tail. In fact, all of their children had inherited Kurt's feline anatomy.

"We need names," Blaine spoke, and Kurt nodded. Brittany handed them each of their children, and the pair of young men gazed at each one, coming up with the perfect names, an unspoken agreement between the two.

Finally Zachary Michael, Rebecca Lee, Tyler Stephen, Liam Thomas, Stephanie Lynn, and Carlie Anne were named and awake, and the entourage of Kurt's family plus Brittany had left the room, leaving the new parents alone.

Tomorrow the rest of the world would come and see their unique, special children, but today Blaine and Kurt got to enjoy their babies, and each other. Suddenly the babies began whining, almost in unison. Blaine looked around wildly, confusion on his face. "What's wrong? Do they need to be changed? Are they okay? Should I call your dad?"

Kurt simply chuckled, remaining calm. He began to remove his shirt, and Blaine simply freaked out even further. "What the hell Kurt? Our babies are sick/injured/hurt and you want to have sex? Oh my god, we're going to be horrible parents! We're about to have sex in the wake of our children's agony!"

"Blaine, kindly shut the fuck up." Kurt said tiredly, and Blaine promptly did so. Kurt was never one for swearing, but he must still be sore from giving birth. Six times. "We're not having sex. Besides, if I was taking off my shirt for that, you wouldn't have to say yes you know."

"But you know I can never say no to sex with you!" Blaine whined. "So why are you taking off your shirt again? I mean, not that I don't enjoy the view, but shouldn't we figure out what to do with our children?"

Kurt sighed. "They're hungry. And don't pretend like you haven't noticed that my chest is no longer flat." He grumbled a bit about that, something about feeling like a girl. And okay, Blaine had noticed that the areas around Kurt's nipples seemed a little swollen as of late, but Blaine was gay. It wasn't like he looked at naked girls, he had never seen naked breasts, for which he was grateful. Kurt breastfeeding was not the first thing that jumped to his mind.

But holy hell, now that it was in there, Blaine couldn't get it out.

"Blaine, I need you to help me get the kids to me." Kurt said, lying on his side, and arranging Zachary, Stephanie and Tyler so that they had perfect access to the three nipples closest to the sheets. Blaine took the other three children and arranged them vertically, and they immediately puckered their lips and began sucking.

Blaine took in the sight, and after a few moments, quietly asked, "How does it feel?" Kurt bit his lip, and looked at Blaine. "Weird. I mean it doesn't hurt or anything. It just feels weird. A little…degrading almost though. But I don't mind too much."

That bothered Blaine. Because the sight in front of him was so damn adorable, it shouldn't make Kurt feel bad. As soon as their children finished, and began nodding off, Kurt and Blaine placed them gently in the cribs Burt had made for them. They were going to go back and personalize them, but that was a job for another day.

As the finished, Blaine quickly scooped Kurt up, and placed him on the bed. He covered Kurt's body with his, and without warning, he plunged his hand into Kurt's pants.

"Bla-Blaine, what?" Kurt gasped out, shocked at the sudden stimulation, but growing hard all the same.

"Kurt, do you feel this? Are you getting hard? Are you responding to me?"

Kurt was almost positive Blaine had lost his mind. "You've not lost your feeling Blaine, you know I am." He bit out irritably. The pain from giving birth was still fresh in his mind, and his lower half. If Blaine thought he was getting sex, he was sorely mistaken. "Now I'm really not in the mood for sex, so why don't you just move your hand-"

"Kurt, giving birth does not make you a girl. Breastfeeding our children does not make you a woman. You are very much a man, and this proves it." Blaine dragged his hand down Kurt's erect cock, and the countertenor shuddered. "I know you're too sore for sex, but just let me blow you? Please?"

The brunette sighed, before nodding. He would probably forget it but-oh. Oh, oh, oh. Blaine's tongue on Kurt's shaft felt really good actually. Why had he been opposed to this again? Blaine removed his tongue from Kurt's cock, ignoring the whine he received in response, and moved past his length to his balls. Taking his balls in his mouth, Kurt tossed his head back and moaned.

"Blaine, please." He whimpered. Blaine smirked. "Whatever happened to not being in the mood for sex?" He asked, purposely being insolent. Kurt glared at him, and smacked the back of his head. "I swear to god Blaine, if you don't wrap your mouth around my dick in about two seconds, I will leave you, and you will be left to care for six kitten children on your own."

Blaine smirked, but he did not doubt Kurt's threat, so he bent his head and took Kurt's length in his mouth. Kurt moaned above him, and waited for Blaine to get used to the unusual fullness in his mouth. After relaxing his gag reflex, Blaine moved forwards, swallowing Kurt whole, a feat within itself. Kurt tossed his head back so far he hit the headboard, but he didn't care. Blaine was so good at this, it would only take a little thing-oh suddenly Blaine was humming around Kurt's cock, and he lost it.

Blaine sucked Kurt dry, allowing Kurt's sweet cum to slide down his throat. He felt Kurt's body go lax, and the beautiful boy beneath him panted. Blaine licked the excess cum off his lips, and tucked Kurt back into his boxers and sweatpants. He then crawled up next to Kurt, and laid with him. Kurt tucked his head sleepily beneath Blaine's arm and mumbled, "Tomorrow we're using a condom when we have sex."

Blaine smiled into Kurt's soft hair, but his peaceful thoughts were once again disturbed by Burt Hummel.

"THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO PUT A CONDOM ON SEEING AS I'M GOING TO CHOP OFF ANDERSON'S DICK!"