Okay, this is a continuation from my previous story, Nothing's Gonna Harm You. Hope you like it! I do not own the characters with the exception of Molly, whom is my own creation. I do not own the song either, which for this chapter is "About a Quarter to Nine" from the musical, 42nd Street. I thought it would be a good starter. Reviews are like Redvines to me.
"Kurt? Heading out early tonight?"
Kurt Anderson-Hummel looked at his assistant and best friend, Mercedes Jones. "Yeah, Cedes, it's my anniversary with Blaine tonight. I was hoping to get home early enough to cook for him but that probably isn't going to happen, as he beat me home."
"Are you serious, White Boy?" she asked. "Surprise him! Pick up some candy on the way home or something." She cocked her head to the side. "Have you talked to him about-?"
"I was hoping to do it tonight." Kurt flushed. "Cedes, what if he says no. I should've asked him awhile ago and not AFTER I signed the papers and everything." He let his head fall to his desk. "I'm a horrible husband."
"Kurt, you can't let that bother you." Mercedes said, rubbing his back gently. "Personally, I think he'll be thrilled that you feel ready to start your life with him. I mean, you did marry him."
"But, Cedes, life with him started back when we first met...and that was eight years ago." he said. He looked at her confused face and decided to explain it like he would have when they were in Glee together.
"Life begins, when somebody's eyes look into your own
Life begins when you get your guy all alone.
From morning until twilight,
I don't know I'm alive,
But I know love begins at eight forty-five."
He stood and smiled at his best friend.
"The stars are gonna twinkle and shine
This evening,
About a quarter to nine.
His lovin' arms (His lovin' arms)
Are gonna tenderly twine (Are gonna tenderly twine)
Around me, around a quarter to nine."
I know I won't be late,
'Cause at half past eight
I'm gonna be there.
I'll be waitin' where the lane begins,
Waitin' for you on needles and pins.
And then the world is gonna be mine,
This evening, about a quarter to nine.
I know I won't be late,
'Cause at half past eight
I'm gonna be there.
I'll be waitin' where the lane begins,
Waitin' for you on needles and pins.
And then the world is gonna be mine,
This evening, about a quarter to nine."
"Yeah, well, have fun finding those stars, White Boy." Mercedes said with a laugh.
"I see them everytime he makes me-"
"GAH! KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL THAT IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION."
Kurt laughed and told her he'd call her later.
"Blaine?"
"In the kitchen, love." he heard Blaine call.
Kurt walked into the kitchen and found Blaine slaving over a bowl of...something. Kurt thought it was meant to be pasta but Blaine forgot that you had to stir it to keep it from sticking together. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's midsection and kissed the nape of his neck. "Happy Anniversary, love" he whispered.
"Oh, is that what today is?" Blaine joked. "I was wondering why my phone was going off every few minutes. I had to set it on a calender so that I wouldn't forget and have to sleep on the couch."
"Keep it up and you might, Mister." Kurt smiled. "Dinner smells great, babe."
"I fucked up."
"It's alright. I appreciate the effort. Scooch, let me see if I can salvage it." he said, nudging Blaine to the side. "Although, you know, Blaine, pasta is a grain, you don't have to kill it."
"Hey! It tried to attack me!" Blaine said in mock horror. "I'm lucky to be alive."
"Of course it did, sweetie." Kurt said as he poked and prodded the knot of pasta, trying to detangle it. "I think this is a lost cause."
"Chinese or Thai?"
"Chinese. We had Thai last time you tried to cook." Kurt said, turning off the range.
He noticed that Blaine was silent and turned. "Babe?"
"I tried."
"I know, sweetheart, I know." Kurt said, walking over to his pouting husband. He wrapped his arms around Blaine, nuzzling the shorter man's hair with his nose when he heard Blaine sniffle.
"Blaine?" he asked, pulling back to look at him.
"Why can't I do anything right?" Blaine whispered.
"Blaine Everett Anderson, what kind of talk is that?" Kurt asked, rubbing Blaine's back. "You do everything right...except cooking."
"And baking and cleaning."
"Small things." Kurt said, kissing Blaine's temple. "All small things. You're an amazing husband and I'm sure you'll be an amazing father."
"Well, I have time to work on the second bit of that one."
Kurt took a deep breath. "More like three months."
"What?" Blaine pulled back and stared at Kurt. "Three months?"
"Okay, you have to promise not to freak out."
"I-I don't know if I can promise that one Kurt."
"Well, try. Please?" He waited for Blaine to nod to continue. "I-I...do you remember the last time we fought?" Blaine nodded. "Well, I was really mad and I wanted to do something on my own...So I went for a walk and ran into this woman, Joanne, from the theatre. She was telling me that she needed money, and that she was going to put her baby up for adoption. She was four months pregnant. I told her about the fight and then I told her that I would pay her for her baby. I signed the papers a month ago. So we'll have a baby girl in three months."
Kurt could see the wheels in Blaine's head turning. "We're...We're going to be parents...to a little girl..." he said slowly, trying to work it out.
"Surprise?" he said.
"What the fuck Kurt? You didn't even think to tell me about all this?" Blaine asked, his voice rising.
Kurt shrunk into himself and wrapped his arms around his midsection. "I-I didn't know how." he said quietly.
"Oh, so you think this is better? When I feel like I'm shit at everything, you decide 'Hmm, maybe I should tell my husband now!" Blaine's voice had raised to a yell.
"I'm sorry!" Kurt cried, moving to try and hug Blaine but Blaine jumped out of reach. "I need some air." he said, grabbing his jacket and brushing by Kurt.
"Blaine!" he called. "BLAINE!"
Well, that could've gone better. I'll have the next chapter up in a few days. Love xx