Hey everyone :') I'm really sorry I didn't post yesterday. I won't bore you with reasons why, I really apologise.

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SPOILER: Kurt and Niamh go home…and the ND have something to say :')

"OH MY GOD, FINN!"

Finn jumped a mile as Rachel's loud screech reached his ears at the other end of the phone.

"OH MY GOD! KURT'S HAD THE BABY?"

"Yeah," Finn held his mobile about a foot away from his ear. Jesus, that girl had lungs…"Yeah, he has,"

"OH MY GOD!" He heard another excited squeal. "When?"

"Yesterday evening," he explained, sitting down on one of the blue hospital chairs, holding his can of flat soda on his collar bone. Rachel screamed again, and from the rushing sound on the line, she was literally jumping up and down.

"Why didn't anyone call sooner?" she said, gasping to catch her breath.

"Well, I don't think that exactly's been at the forefront of Kurt's mind, lately…"

Rachel either didn't catch or ignored the cutting remark, and carried on excitedly burbling. "Is everything okay with them both?"

"Yeah, Kurt's on the mend, and the baby's absolutely fine. I think she's had enough tests by now to ensure that…"

The poor kid was being checked over more than Kurt-and that was saying something. It seemed that all the hospital staff were convinced that everything just couldn't have gone so smoothly, and were adamant that something had to be wrong with one of them. But Kurt was doing well-still a little weak, but getting better-and as for little Niamh-Rose-she continued amazing everyone. And not just medically…

"Aaaah!" Rachel shrieked, so loud the connection actually buzzed. "Tell me about her! Tell me everything! What does she look like?"

"Well…" Finn mused. "Honestly? She looks like E.T.'s prettier sister…"

"What?" Rachel sounded appalled suddenly. "For God's sake, don't let Kurt or Blaine hear you say that!"

"I know," Finn assured her. "Kurt would tear my head off…But she is a beautiful kid. Everyone's so proud…"

"Awwh!" Rachel went back to beaming. "I bet she's absolutely gorgeous! Send me a picture? No, in fact-when can I come up to the hospital?"

"Urm…I don't know…?" Finn took a sip of the flat soda.

"Oh-wait-how could I be so-Has she got a name yet?" she asked, eager.

"Yeah. Be prepared. This is a Kurt spectacular,"

"Of course-Kurt's little girl was going to have the longest, fanciest name in the world," Rachel giggled. "But what is it? Glinda?"

"Okay," Finn took a deep breath-he hadn't managed to say the whole thing in one yet. "She's Niamh-Rose Elizabeth Finola Lily Hummel-Anderson,"

Rachel took a moment to take it in…then "AAWWWHHH!"

"Okay, okay," Finn had to hold the phone away again. "Little Niamh…Niamh-Rose," he corrected himself.

"That's, like, the most adorable name ever!"

"It's cute," Finn smiled. "She's cute,"

"Awwh!" Rachel was obviously beaming a mile wide-then-her tone suddenly became serious. "Have they said who the godparents are, yet?"

Finn had to hide a grin. He'd guessed this was coming… "Well, Puck's her godfather-"

"Puck?" Her tone was amazed-and confused. "As in our Puck?" But she didn't linger long. "Oh good, that means they're not going with the tradition of a married couple, and their asking friends! So they haven't said the godmother yet?"

"No," Finn smiled, shaking his head slightly. Then, he sighed properly. "They haven't yet-but look, don't kick up a fuss if it's not you,"

"What?" Rachel's tone was-falsely-surprised and insulted. "Finn! How could you think I'd be so-?"

"I'm just saying!" Finn said quickly, trying to keep the peace. "Just saying…"

"Anyway-when is Kurt coming home with Niamh?"

"Niamh-Rose," Finn corrected her, sighing a little. "Kurt gets tetchy if you don't say her full name. I think just Niamh is a lot snappier-but Kurt won't hear of it. Said he doesn't call me Fi,"

Rachel giggled slightly. "Sounds like the old Kurt…"

"I know Blaine calls her just Niamh, when Kurt's not there…" Finn said sheepishly. "They'll be war some day…"

"How is Blaine?"

Finn grinned. "Like Kurt, but less exhausted. They're both completely over the moon…Totally besotted,"

In fact-that was a huge understatement.

"Every time I look at her-it's still weird. Like I still can't quite believe she's here…"

Blaine knelt beside Kurt, who was sat on one of those blue hospital chairs we all know and love, with Niamh-Rose asleep in his arms. Still technically only hours old, he was still adjusting to the idea she'd really arrived, and this wasn't some glorious dream from which he would wake up. Everything was so perfect…but the idea that it was too perfect didn't bother him as it had before. Finally-everything had slotted into place in the world.

Whenever he looked at his new daughter-again, he was reminded that he was the luckiest person in the world. This shouldn't have happened to them; Blaine had thought, until just a few short months ago, that he'd never be a father. The moment he put the word "gay" to the attraction he had to men, he'd more or less just shoved the idea aside. Unless he adopted, he'd never have that moment of holding his child in his arms, feeling her warmth and life, watching the person he loved more than life itself with their baby…and now he got all of that, right here. He almost felt like he'd cheated at life.

It was too beautiful. She was too beautiful. Far more than he deserved. Everything about her was wonderful. So small, so helpless, innocent, completely uncorrupted by this new world; so little, yet in all of a few seconds, she'd become the single biggest thing in Blaine's life…and what's more-he swore he could see Kurt in her darling little face…

"I just can't believe how quiet she is…" Kurt still could barely tear is gaze away from her. Blaine knew he felt exactly the same way-and, though he said this all too often-he had honestly never loved Kurt more than he did right at this moment. Suddenly, in his arms, was their baby, their little girl, this miracle…

"…I was expecting screaming, like, from the start-but she's just slept…" Kurt was saying. "I asked the doctor if that was normal, and he said I should count myself lucky…"

Blaine snickered a little. "Tired," he said, gently stroking her tiny hand. "And with my genes,"

"Well," Kurt took Blaine's hand. "I'm sure she'll be screaming the house down in the small hours in no time,"

"No…You wouldn't do that, would you, princess?" Blaine cooed at Niamh-Rose, who slept on.

Kurt giggled a little, quietly. "You know…This is the first time that the three of us have been alone…"

Blaine looked around the small, square room. Kurt was right. There were no doctors or nurses hovering over them, no parents, or siblings…the room was quiet and still, with only Carole's bag slung across a chair to remind them that they were not the only people in the world.

"Yeah…" Blaine knelt up to kiss Kurt's cheek softly. "Just our little family…"

"I love it when you say that," Kurt beamed at him.

Blaine smiled back glowingly, kissing him again. "That's the way it's always going to be…Everything else could change-but we'll always be together…Me, you, and this little angel. And that's never going to alter a bit-whatever happens…"

Kurt visibly melted, positively glowing. "Everything's going to be okay, right?"

"Yes," Blaine said certainly, without a hint of hesitation. He gently stroked Niamh-Rose's cheek. Then, so, so softly, half to his daughter, half to the love of his life, Blaine began to sing, barely more than a whisper-but still so beautiful, meaningful, heartfelt...

"Whistle down the wind,

Let your voices carry

Drown out all the rain, light a patch of darkness

Treacherous and scary

Howl at the stars,

Whisper when your sleeping

I'll be there to hold you, I'll be there to stop

The chills and all the weeping

Make it clear and strong, so the whole night long

Every signal that you send, until the very end

I will not abandon you, my precious friend

So try and stem the tide, then you'll raise a banner

Send a flare up in the sky, try to burn a torch

And try to build a bonfire

Every signal that you send, until the very end, I'm there

So whistle down the wind, for I have always been right there...

Howl at the stars,

Whisper when your sleeping

I'll be there to hold you, I'll be there to stop

The chills and all the weeping

Make it clear and strong, so the whole night long

Every signal that you send, until the very end

I will not abandon you, my precious friend

So try and stem the tide, then you'll raise a banner

Send a flare up in the sky, try to burn a torch

And try to build a bonfire

Every signal that you send, until the very end, I'm there

So whistle down the wind, for I have always been right there...

So whistle down the wind, for I have always been right there..."