Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me. The New Normal belongs to Ryan Murphy and NBC, not me.

Basically Ryan Murphy has everything and I'm terribly jealous.

"I'm so scared," Bryan hissed.

David squeezed his hand. "Don't be," he said, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. "We wanted a baby, and now we're getting one."

Bryan looked down at the Polaroid in his hands, the edges already crumpled from being clutched too tightly. "Do you think he'll be as beautiful as he is in the picture?" he asked.

"Unless they took a picture of a different child, then yes," David said.

Bryan held the picture to his heart and exhaled slowly. "Do you think it'll be hard for him to adjust?" he said anxiously. "He's old enough to realize that his mommy and daddy aren't around. Oh, god, David, what if he doesn't like us? What if he cries when we hold him? What if he cries for his mother? I don't know what to do."

"We'll figure it out," David said, kissing him lightly on the temple. "All that matters is that we're going to love this little boy, and take care of him, and everything's going to work out in the end."

A grandmotherly woman in a navy dress walked out from the pediatric hallway with a little boy in her arms. "David and Bryan?" she said.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Bryan mumbled as he stood up, gripping David's hand tightly.

"Hi, I'm Rebekah Walker," she said, shifting the little boy on her hip. "And this is Kurt."

David's heart skipped a beat. The child was tiny- tiny and breakable, he realized with a terrified gulp. He watched the little boy hide his face from them on the social worker's shoulder.

"He and his parents were traveling from Ohio when the accident occurred," Rebekah explained. "His father was killed instantly and his mother died en route to the hospital. The little one was lucky- some minor scrapes and bruises, but nothing serious." She patted the baby's back. "We've contacted the next of kin, but no one is able to take him, so he was put into child protective services here in California. Your adoption agency found he was a perfect match for you."

"How old is he?" Bryan asked, transfixed.

"He's eighteen months old," she said. "He'll be two in April. We've gotten his medical records from Ohio faxed in from Ohio and he's perfectly healthy. He was born a month premature, so he's a little on the small side, but no other health problems."

"Is there a way to get some of his things from his parents' home?" David asked. "His toys and clothes…maybe some pictures of his parents for him to keep, for when he's older?"

She nodded. "A family friend is taking care of the family's personal effects," she said. "All of Kurt's things will be shipped here, and the remaining assets will be placed in a trust fund for him when he turns eighteen."

"Oh, good, college is taken care of," David said, his mind already racing. College, school tuition, yearly physicals, getting him a car for his sixteenth birthday, teaching him to ride a bike and tie his shoes and walk and talk and oh god, potty training…

"Can…can I hold him?" Bryan breathed.

Rebekah handed him over with a smile, and David watched as Bryan's arms moved to cradle the child against his chest, as natural as can be. The little boy watched him solemnly, blue eyes large in his pale face. Soft pale freckles sprinkled his tiny nose, and his light brown hair looked soft and silky. His hospital-issue onesie was a little big for him, but that was all right. They'd filled the closet in the impromptu nursery with more outfits than one child could possibly need.

"He's so beautiful," Bryan whispered, tracing his fingertip along Kurt's round cheek and his tiny knuckles. "Hi, sweetie. Hi. It's…it's your daddy." He turned to David. "Can I be Daddy? Please?"

"Sure," he said, squeezing Bryan's shoulder. "You can be Daddy. I can be…Papa, or Dada, or something."

Bryan tugged the blue pacifier from Kurt's tiny mouth and wiped a little bit of baby spit off his chin without a second thought. "Hi, baby," he cooed. "I'm your Daddy, and this is your Dada."

Kurt regarded them solemnly, looking from one to the other, sizing them up with a frown tugging at his rosy little mouth.

"Your caseworker from the adoption agency will be over this afternoon to meet with you and finalize the paperwork," Rebekah said. "We'll be in touch about sending his things to you."

Bryan didn't seem to hear. He was too busy studying Kurt's face, smoothing his hair and patting his back. Kurt reached out a curious little hand and touched Bryan's cheek. "KK," he said seriously.

"Oh, he said 'KK'," Bryan exclaimed. "Is that my name? Am I KK?"

Kurt scowled. "KK," he said again, shaking his head. "KK."

"I think…that's his name," David said. He cupped Kurt's chin in his hand. "Is that you? Are you KK?"

"KK," Kurt repeated, and he leaned out of Bryan's arms, reaching for David.

"He wants you to hold him," Bryan said, his voice choking up.

David reached for the child numbly. He didn't really know what to do with a baby on the brink of toddlerhood; usually he was around a baby for an hour or two, a few days at the most, before sending them home with their parents. He held Kurt awkwardly, hoping the child couldn't sense fear like a dog could, and the little boy stretched out his hand to touch David's nose.

"Hi," Kurt said, and David melted.

"Hi, honey," he said, hugging him tightly. He heard Bryan sniffle beside him, leaning in close to squeeze his shoulder and kiss the baby's cheek. "Let's take you home. Do you want to come home?"

Kurt nodded, frowning at Bryan and opening and closing his tiny hand until Bryan handed his pacifier back. He tucked it in his mouth, satisfied, and leaned his head on David's shoulder to close his eyes.

"It's about time for his nap," Rebekah said. "We've been keeping him on a schedule while he's been with us. He's a very sweet baby, always sleeps through the night and isn't too much of a picky eater, but he's very stubborn and can get very particular about things."

"I think we'll be able to manage that just fine," Bryan said.

Rebekah handed David a soft blue blanket and he tucked it around Kurt. "He does have a tendency towards nightmares, though," she warned him. "He's too little to properly deal with the memories of the car accident, but little children are very resilient. With love and patience, I think he'll be just fine."

"We'll take good care of him," David said. He turned to Bryan. "I know I told you that I thought co-sleeping was a stupid idea, but do you think it would help if he slept with us? At least for the first few days."

"Yes, yes, absolutely," Bryan said, kissing the back of Kurt's head. "Poor thing, he'll probably feel better having someone close. And I don't want to let him out of my sight." He paused, then grabbed the corner of the blanket. "Oh my god. Is this-"

"We were able to recover it from the crash," Rebekah said. "It's his."

David looked at the blanket. Kurt Elijah was embroidered on the corner in slightly crooked white embroidery. April 17th, 1994.

"Is that his birthday?" he said, his voice hushed.

Rebekah nodded. "The family friend we talked to asked if we had the blanket, since she couldn't find it in the house," she said. "His mother made it for him."

Bryan smoothed his thumb over the embroidery. "We'll take good care of it," he said.

Kurt was already asleep, his breath soft against David's neck as he breathed deeply. He kissed the top of his head, breathing in the sweet warm smell of baby shampoo. "Let's take him home, Bry," he said. "Let's take our son home."

Author's Notes:

OOPS A NEW DRABBLE SERIES SORRY I'M NOT SORRY.

I have fallen in love with The New Normal, and I saw some gif sets and drabbles on Tumblr about how Blaine was their son, and I was like "...what if Kurt was their son? Especially since Kurt looks so much like Bryan."

AND VOILA.

I posted the first drabble and bam, my inbox got stuffed with prompts. Initially I was just going to post them in Tumbled like everything else, but I decided to put it in a separate one so people who haven't seen the show aren't like "what the heck is this?"

But yeah. Bravid is adorable. Kurt is adorable. AND THEN I'M GOING TO INTRODUCE BLAINE AT SOME POINT AND IT'S GOING TO BE SO MEGA ADORABLE.

So go to my tumblr (redbullandcupcakebatter) and prompt all the New Normal!verse drabbles!