Disclaimer-I do not own Glee. The end.

Dancing Through Life

by-andthenIfound5dollars

A/N:This story has been a labor of love of mine for a little over a year and a half. The story has changed, and changed again, and then changed yet again...but has always come back to these two men and the family they create together; both with their children, and the people they surround themselves with.

Kurt sighed as he set his phone down on the counter, annoyed that his whole evening had now changed. He picked up the bamboo salad tongs and finished tossing the salad with the lemon vinaigrette Blaine had mixed together for him.

"That was Sam," he said when Blaine walked into the kitchen. "Rachel has the flu, so they are gonna stay home tonight..."

Blaine looked over from where he was pulling a bottle of wine from the cabinet. "Huh, short notice...everything okay?"

Kurt shrugged as he placed the bowl of salad on the table. He had just finished setting it with the Deshoulières dinnerware they had gotten as a wedding present from Isabelle.

"You know them. Rachel was probably trying to rally until Sam insisted she stay home and not push it. He's a good match for her."

"You always say that," Blaine laughed. "But I think you're just happy that your best friend married my best friend."

"It does make things infinitely easier when deciding who to hang out with," Kurt agreed, extending his cheek for the kiss Blaine was offering and picking up his phone from the table. "I'll call Mel, see if she's hungry. I made way too much food for just the two of us to eat."

Blaine nodded as he lit the three votive candles on the table. By the time he had opened the bottle of wine to breath, they heard Mel calling down the hallway.

"Hey loves, whoah..." she cried when she noticed the table. She eyed both men critically as she set her keys and phone on the counter.

"So, this isn't some ploy to set me up on a blind date…is it?"

"Please," Kurt laughed as he set a bowl of freshly grated parmesan cheese on the table and pulled Mel into his arms to give her a quick squeeze. "We only know a handful of straight men and none of them are good enough for you."

"Thank you?" Mel asked, tilting her head. "But considering most of our dinners are 'real pants optional', and last week, Blaine ate too much Thai at my place and he laid on the floor with his pants unbuttoned and moaned...you can understand why I'm confused at the 'going all out thing' happening here tonight."

"You caught us," Kurt admitted, handing Mel a glass of wine as Blaine began to cut the french bread that had been warming in the oven. "Rachel and Sam were supposed to come over for dinner but canceled at the last minute."

Mel pretended to look offended.

"Oh, I see how it is. So I'm your sloppy second choice for dinner, huh? I'll remember this next time when Blaine's out of town and you get freaked out by your neighbor's wailing dog."

Kurt whipped around and yelped."Hey! I maintain that sounded like a lost ghost looking for a new soul to haunt," he cried as Blaine laughed.

Mel shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah and I maintain that you shouldn't watch the history channel late at night and then beg to come sleep with me!"

"Come on Mel," Blaine teased as he walked a skillet of food over to the table, waving it the air to try and entice his friend with the smell. "Kurt made gnocchi from scratch, with asparagus and shrimp!"

"Uh huh, you guys are lucky I'm starving and that I love you too damn much to hold a grudge too long."

Kurt giggled as he poured three glasses of water and sat down next to where Blaine was dishing food onto their plates.

"I'm just glad I decided not to change," Mel mumbled as she sat down and pulled her napkin to her lap. "How embarrassed would I be if I came to this fancy dinner in my Hello Kitty flannel pajama pants?"

Kurt chuckled again as he offered her some salad and took a sip of his wine.

xoxo

"So," Mel started, taking a sip of her water. "Are you guys planning on going back to Ohio for Christmas this year?"

Kurt shook his head as he handed her the piece of the red velvet cheesecake he had just cut. "No, Blaine's show runs until Christmas Day," he told her, handing Blaine a piece of cheesecake as well.

"My mom will be in town, my brother as well most likely." Blaine handed Mel a cup of coffee and refilled her water glass from the pitcher on the table. "We'll probably do a quiet thing here before I have to go."

"You are more than welcome to come over," Kurt spoke up.

"Yeah, of course you are!" Blaine piped in. "The more the merrier. There is about a thousand percent chance my brother will try to sleep with you...but we can head him off at the pass."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh god, I would much rather come over here." Mel groaned after taking her first bite and praising Kurt immensely.

"But alas, I have to go home to Connecticut and fake happiness over my obnoxious brother, his annoying wife, and their new spawn. Who I'm sure is just as big of a brat as his older brother is."

Kurt and Blaine both laughed.

"Mel, honey, I'm gonna guess you aren't too fond of your brother, his wife, or children," Blaine mused.

"Oh, I like kids in general," Mel assured him. "My editor Leah's daughter Allegra is a doll. Funny, smart, super articulate and curious...one of my characters is based off of her in fact. I just can't stand little brats who flush my brand new Hermes scarf down the toilet and parents who just laugh and say 'Aren't kids just the darndest things?'.'"

"Oh I would have murdered someone," Kurt growled as Blaine gave him a look. "I'm serious, there would have been bloodshed."

"There very nearly was," Mel assured him. "I wanted to rip that woman's hair from her head."

"You two, I swear," Blaine laughed, rubbing his hand down Kurt's back.

"Have you guys thought about kids?" Mel asked, wiping her mouth and taking a sip of her coffee.

"Oh yeah," Kurt answered, turning his head toward Blaine and grinning. "Kids have always been part of the deal for us."

Blaine smiled back at his husband and nodded. "Just waiting for the right time," he finished, turning back to Mel.

"See, that's smart," Mel nodded. "Ryan and Claire had Parker about five minutes after they got married. They didn't spend any time just the two of them, and now they act like they barely like each other."

"Aww, that's unfortunate." Kurt said, offering Mel more coffee.

"It really is," she agreed. "So, do you guys know what you want to do? As far as like, surrogacy or adoption?"

"Surrogacy," Kurt answered. "Maybe adoption someday down the road."

Blaine nodded."We had a friend, years ago, who offered to be our donor. I'm sure that's changed now, though."

Kurt shrugged, "You never know with Quinn."

"Well," Mel started, finishing her last bite of cake and leaning back just a tad. "If you find the need, keep my name on the table."

Kurt's head shot up."Wait, really?"

"Definitely." Mel answered, nodding her head. "I've always liked the idea of doing it for someone."

"And, no more wine for you." Blaine joked, his feeble attempts at grabbing her wine glass thwarted as Mel laughed.

"I'm serious!" she cried. "I'm not sure if I want kids of my own, but doing that for two people I love and care about, having that bond with their child? I've always loved the idea."

"Like being just the surrogate, or the donor too?" Kurt asked.

Blaine just shook his head at the two of them.

"I mean, either one really. Like I said, the draw of motherhood doesn't really appeal to me, but I would still love to have the experience," she explained.

"Plus, when you're good friends, you know that baby will be loved and cared for, but you still get to have an influence in its life, without having to make any of the decisions. You get to watch it grow up, be the fun Auntie, and then give it back at the end of the day."

"I'm just saying." she announced when the three of them had stopped laughing. "Keep my name on the table. I've been told that I have good child bearing hips and I would love what it would do for my rack."

It wasn't until much later that night, after the table had been cleared and the dishes had been washed and put away. After Mel left with a piece of cheesecake and a kiss goodnight, that Kurt really started to think about what she had said at dinner.

They had known Mel for years. Kurt remembered meeting her briefly in the cafe down the street about a week after they had moved into their loft almost four years before. Then, after a very embarrassing second meetup in the elevator one drunken night, Blaine ran into her at one of her book signings a few weeks later. He invited her over to one of their famous dinner parties as an apology and the rest was history.

She was one of their closest friends. Kurt brain whirred with the possibility of her carrying their child. The list of people on this planet that Kurt trusted was very small, and Mel definitely made that list.

Blaine was kissing his way down Kurt's neck after they climbed into bed, obviously trying to get something started.

"Hey," Blaine broke his thoughts, propping himself up and looking Kurt in the eye. "You with me?" he asked, running a single finger down Kurt's face and across his lips.

"Yeah," Kurt smiled, bringing their lips together for a kiss. "Sorry honey, I was just thinking."

"Mmm, I could tell," Blaine answered, sighing as Kurt pulled up the back of his shirt and started rubbing his lower back.

"Good thinking?" he asked.

"I think so," Kurt replied, smiling as he moved in to meet their lips together again.

"Wanna talk about it?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt shook his head as he pulled Blaine's shirt completely off of him and dropped it to the floor.

"Mmm, not yet," he teased, running his hands over the newly exposed skin of Blaine's chest. "Don't really wanna talk at all right now," Kurt told him, shrieking as Blaine rolled them over so Kurt was straddling him and grinning mischievously.

"Oh I am all kinds of on board for that," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt down for another kiss as they both laughed.

xoxo

"Hey Rach, its me," Kurt spoke into his phone the next morning. "Just checkin in on you, making sure you're doing okay. Call me, we can have lunch later in the week when you're feeling better."

"She didn't answer?" Blaine asked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet to fill with coffee.

Kurt shook his head as he set his phone down on the counter and took a bite from his bowl of yogurt and granola.

"No, and I'm getting a touch on the worried side. I don't think we've gone more than two days without any contact since the days of feuds in the loft."

Blaine shrugged as he wrapped his scarf around his neck and checked to make sure his bag was packed. "I'm sure everything is fine, but I can call Sam later today...feel him out?"

Kurt snorted a laugh into his cup of tea and shook his head. "Nah," he said leaning over to adjust his husband's scarf so it didn't mess up his perfectly tied bowtie. "I'll just bug her til she calls me back, I don't think I did anything..."

Blaine nodded and pulled on his coat.

"What's your schedule like today?" Kurt asked after finishing his last bite and rinsing the bowl in the sink.

"Umm, rehearsal today, then the studio tonight. You?"

Kurt nodded and wiped his mouth."Dareth is coming over in a bit to go over some pieces for his show, then I'm going into the office. I'm meeting Isabelle for drinks tonight, I was gonna see if you wanted to meet us. Maybe grab some dinner afterward?"

Blaine shook his head and frowned. "I'd love to honey, but we only get the studio today and tomorrow. I can't imagine I'll be out of there early. I was just gonna grab something quick in between rehearsal and hoofing it to Brooklyn."

Kurt nodded his understanding and smiled as Blaine pulled him into a hug and kiss goodbye. "Okay. Well, have a good day, text me."

Blaine agreed and leaned in for a quick press of their lips. "I will. You too!"

The buzzer rang just as Blaine walked out the door. Three minutes later, Kurt was greeting a very harried Dareth who was muttering something about finding an amazing deal on this print and how it would make the most adorable trench for one of his dresses.

"You have a pretty big table, right?" Dareth asked as he hurried down the hallway and into the office where Kurt's work table was.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but shut the door and followed the fellow designer into his workspace.

xoxo

Kurt looked around as he walked into the trendy and very crowded bar. The reservation had been for over an hour ago, and he was very late. Isabelle had texted as he was walking out of his office to say she had arrived and would be waiting for him.

The whole bar was dark. The high backed chairs were upholstered in dark red fabric with rich dark mahogany tables and servers milling around dressed in all black. The only lights seemed to be from the glowing bar and two or three candles at each table.

Isabelle seemed to be watching for him as she finally caught his eye and waved him over.

"Hey Iz, sorry I'm so late," he apologized, walking up to the table and pulling off his coat and scarf. He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"No problem, I remember those days," she assured him as Kurt handed his coat over to the attendant and sat down.

He ordered a vodka tonic with extra lime and set his phone to silent so they wouldn't be interrupted before he finally looked up and took a deep breath.

"Long day?" Isabelle asked knowingly.

Kurt shook his head and shrugged, looking up at the waitress with a quiet thank you when she brought him his drink.

"Just busy," he answered her, taking a sip and settling against the high back of the booth they were sitting in. "I feel like I looked up and three hours had passed, I totally lost track of time. Then Mack asked if I could sit in on a conference call with Ralph so we were all on the same page about a layout for next month," Kurt babbled on, finally pausing to catch his breath and take a sip of his drink.

"Sweetie, you don't have to make excuses to me," Isabelle assured him, covering his hand on the table with a quick squeeze. "Been there. Still there really. Just when you're the boss, you can leave when you want," she added with a wink.

Kurt laughed and nodded his head.

"So, I understand congratulations are in order?" Isabelle smiled, lifting her glass in a toast.

Kurt eyed her curiously, but lifted his glass as well. "What are we toasting?"

"You!" Isabelle laughed. "I saw that dress you designed for Mercedes Jones, the one she wore to the VMA's! She said your name twenty times if she said it once."

"Oh," Kurt blushed. "Yeah. She looked great, didn't she?"

They clinked their glasses together and each took a sip before Isabelle continued.

"Well, she always looks great. But that dress was divine. It fit her like a glove and was just beautiful."

Kurt smiled at the compliment and preened. "She's easy to design for, I've known her so long...we had three skype conversations and I knew exactly what she wanted. I wish all my clients were that easy."

"Have you gotten a ton of buzz from it? I know Rachel usually wears your pieces too."

Kurt nodded as he took another sip from his drink. "For the most part, yeah."

"I'm sensing a 'but' in there somewhere," Isabelle prompted and nudged his leg under the table. "Spill it, kid."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No 'but' exactly...I don't know," he shrugged and sat forward a little on his seat. "I'm just kind of...I don't know, reprioritizing?"

Isabelle frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well," he started, sighing as he tried to search for the words. "I love working at Ralph Lauren, really I do. I love the responsibility, and the experience with the business and professional side of everything. I actually just got a promotion a few months ago."

"I know, I heard. Best recommendation I ever made," Isabelle smiled, but nudged him with her head to keep going. "But?"

"But," he repeated. "I'm designing for someone else. Someone who keeps getting credit for my work," Kurt stated simply.

Isabelle nodded. That was the way things worked, he knew she understood that just as well as Kurt did.

"My colleague Dareth is presenting his first show this spring at Fashion Week, and I've been shadowing him...and it just reminds me of how much I love designing my own pieces, and how much I wish I was showing this year."

Isabelle frowned again.

"Well, if you want to show, I'm sure I can pull some strings and get you a spot. Maybe not for New York, but Paris still has some spots open. I could look into it if you like?"

"Oh, there's no way I could actually do it this year," Kurt assured her, shaking his head vehemently. "Maybe, maybe, fall of next year. But I don't even know if I would have the time for that, let alone the money. And..."

Isabelle set down her nearly empty martini glass and nudged him again. "And?"

"And if I do, I will have to step way back from Ralph Lauren...eventually quit," he paused again, wondering if he should say what he really wanted to say. "And I'm just not sure if that's the best decision right now."

Isabelle didn't say anything, just nodded so Kurt would keep talking. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes and laying it all on the table.

"Last night, Blaine and I had dinner with one of our best friends. And she pretty much told us that she wanted to have our babies."

Isabelle's eyes grew wide in shock. "Wow."

"Yeah," Kurt chuckled.

"How did that even...how did that come up?"

Kurt shrugged. "We were talking about the holidays and kids and she asked if we wanted them and how." he answered. "Having kids has always been in our plan. It's just the plan wasn't for a few more years..." he trailed off.

"And now those few years seem a little too far away?" Isabelle guessed.

Kurt nodded.

"It just feels so right, Iz. I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop since last night," he paused again. "We have this woman, that we love so much. That I would trust completely to be the mother of my child. Who seems to want the exact same setup that Blaine and I have always talked about. It's like all the points are matching up, but I still have this weight sitting on me that is my career."

"Which is a pretty big weight," Isabelle countered.

"Exactly, it's huge, monstrous," Kurt agreed. "It's what I've been working toward my whole life. And the things is, I'm not unhappy in my job...I love it in fact. I just love designing and creating my own things too, and I feel like at some point I'm going to be forced to choose between the two."

He paused to take another deep breath. "And If I want to start seriously thinking about having a baby with my husband, this is not the time to be stepping away from a very well paying job that I really love."

Isabelle nodded her head again, her eyes glazing over in thought.

"This is crazy," Kurt laughed, causing Isabelle to look up at him. "I haven't even talked to Blaine about this. He could be nowhere near the same page as me."

"Well, first of all," she started. "You need to talk to Blaine. I would say that would be number one on your list."

Kurt nodded.

"Second, I highly doubt that Ralph would immediately make you quit. He would probably pull you from the creative team, but he speaks pretty highly of you. I think at least until you became a source of competition for him, he would want to keep you in some capacity. People work and design at once all the time. It's how you get your foot in the door in this business."

Kurt nodded again, his eyes clearly telling her he was lost in thought.

"And finally," she smiled, pulling Kurt from his daze. "I can't go into much detail at this point...but stay tuned," she finished with a crooked smile and a wink.

Kurt gave her a curious look.

"As long as I've got a job, you've got a job. And I've got somethin' brewing that may change both of our careers."

Kurt bit his lip as his eyes welled up. "I thought your fairy godmother was only supposed to save you the one time?" he asked, fighting back tears as he took Isabelle's hand across the table.

"I never saved you Kurt. I just gave you the chance to save yourself," she assured him, covering his hand with hers. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Kurt smiled as two tears escaped his eyes and traveled down his face before he hastened to wipe them away.

"I need another drink," she announced, giving Kurt's hand one more squeeze before pulling it back. "But I need to eat something or else this night is gonna end with a visit to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Can you stay for some dinner, do you have plans?" she asked motioning for the waitress to come over.

Kurt wiped his eyes and shook his head. "No, Blaine is in the studio tonight, I can stay and eat with you."

"Great," she said with a smile as the waitress walked over. "Can we get another gin martini and vodka tonic, two menus, and that amazing bruschetta appetizer you guys have?"

"Of course. Olive and extra lime, right?"

"Right, thank you." Isabelle answered. The waitress walked away and Kurt pulled himself together, draining the last of his drink.

"Are they putting out a track for his show?" Isabelle asked.

Kurt gave her a blank look before he realized what she meant. He shook his head. "No, not for his show," he replied as the waitress came back with their fresh drinks and two menus.

"No, one of his colleagues from NYADA scored some studio time," Kurt told her as he perused his menu. "He asked if Blaine could come in today and tomorrow and play background piano and violin-maybe even sing some background vocals."

"Sounds like something right up his alley," Isabelle grinned. "I would hire him in a second to play at one of my parties."

Kurt laughed, taking a sip of his fresh drink. "He would do it if you asked, you know he would."

Isabelle laughed as she closed her menu and leaned back in her chair. "How's he doing?"

Kurt smiled fondly, setting his menu down as well and nodding his head. "He's good," he assured her. "I think he's beginning to regret agreeing to perform in this Holiday Showcase...I feel like he's stretched a little thin with the rehearsals for that and all the prep work they're doing for the revival he was asked to arrange the music for."

"Oh, I read about that!" Isabelle nodded. "I didn't realize the wheels had started moving though."

"I believe they start officially workshoping right after the holidays," Kurt nodded as the waitress came then with their bruschetta and to take their dinner orders. The night passed with considerably less heavy topics of conversation and quite a bit more alcohol consumption.

xoxo

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Kurt called as Blaine walked down the hallway in his pajama pants and tank top a little after 8 a.m. the next morning. "Good morning."

"Morning," Blaine smiled, walking over to the coffee machine.

"There's scrambled eggs and ham on the stove, and a stack of pancakes with your name on it in the oven." Kurt told him, sipping the last of his coffee as he finished the article he was reading on his tablet.

"Yum!" Blaine exclaimed, lifting the top off the pan and opening the stove. "What's the occasion?"

"Carb loading," Kurt groaned, rubbing his temple.

"Uh oh," Blaine laughed, leaning over for a kiss once he had walked to the table with his plate. "Too much fun with Iz last night?"

"Way too much," Kurt agreed, sliding his tablet closed. "Drinks turned into dinner, which turned into more drinks and, well...lets just say it took me more than one try to get my key in the lock when I got home."

Blaine covered his mouth and laughed. "Well, at least you had fun."

"I did," Kurt nodded as he slid his tablet into his work bag and stretched. "I was actually waiting for you to get up, I gotta go."

"Boo," Blaine pouted as Kurt stood up.

"I know," he said, walking over to where he had laid his coat and scarf across the chair. "But Rachel finally called me back, and we're having lunch today, then I'm working from home the rest of the afternoon."

He stood in front of the mirror over the piano to drape his scarf. "Do you have to go back to the studio tonight?"

Blaine nodded, finishing the last of his pancakes and wiping his mouth. "Yeah, but I should be home way earlier. We got a ton done last night, and I don't have rehearsal today...just a costume fitting and a voice lesson."

"Good," Kurt said, walking back over and leaning down for a kiss goodbye. "I'll see you tonight then, text me when you know about what time you'll be home."

"I will. Love you, have a good day," Blaine told him, pulling him down for another kiss. "Tell Rachel I say hi and I'm glad she's feeling better."

"I will. And I love you, too," Kurt said, grabbing his bag and heading down the hallway and out the door.

Blaine stood up and stretched, walking his dishes to the sink before flopping on the couch and turning on the tv. He didn't have to be anywhere until 10:30 a.m., and he needed a little down time after the hectic few days he'd had.

After watching The Today Show for a half hour or so, he was just thinking about getting up and getting the kitchen cleaned when he heard Mel knock loudly on the door before pushing it open and calling his name.

"Come in," he called, not moving from his sloth like state on the couch.

"Hey," she replied, walking in. "Kurt said you were probably still home, I didn't want to walk in on you walking around naked or something."

Blaine laughed as he rolled off the couch and stood up. "I don't really do that unless sex is involved, and then we put the deadbolt on," Blaine admitted. Mel sat down on one of the barstools while Blaine walked into the kitchen to start loading the dishwasher.

"Hey, I don't know your life," she laughed.

Blaine winked at her and offered her cup of coffee.

"No thanks, I'm just here to borrow one of Kurt's scarves," she told him, hopping down from the bar stool and walking back to their shared office. "He told me there were a few on his work table I could choose from."

Blaine nodded. "Got a hot date?" he asked as she walked back in, a blue and gray chevron patterned scarf in her hand.

"I wish," she answered, rolling her eyes as she stood in front of the mirror above the piano to drape the scarf around her neck. "No, I'm interviewing new publicists today. I just bought this jacket last week but haven't really bought anything to pair with it. I remembered Kurt buying this fabric a few weeks ago, saying he wanted to turn it into a scarf. Figured I'd give it a shot."

"Well, you look beautiful," Blaine assured her. "But you did without the scarf, so..." he finished with a smile.

"Charmer," she smirked. "Are you vegging at home all day? Cause I gotta tell you, I'm all for canceling this meeting and joining you. I hate this stupid shit."

Blaine laughed as he wiped down the counters and started the dishwasher. "No, just procrastinating about getting in the shower. I have a costume fitting and a voice lesson, then I gotta go to the studio to finish that recording."

"Being an adult sucks," she pouted.

"Yeah it does, but there's alcohol."

"There is alcohol." Mel agreed with a fond smile. "Well, if I can't play hookey with you, I guess I better get going."

Blaine laughed and walked her to the door. "Have a good day," he told her, giving her a hug goodbye.

"You too, love. Thanks for not being naked."

He grinned and waved before shutting the door.

xoxo

Kurt had been unusually quiet all evening. Blaine had come home to the perfect dinner after a cold day, tomato tortellini soup and grilled cheese paninis. After dinner they had shared the last piece of red velvet cheesecake and cuddled up on the couch to watch their favorite reality show, but Kurt wasn't coming up with the judgy comebacks or the picky critiques he was famous for.

"You sure you're okay?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt nodded, cuddling even closer into Blaine's side and sighing. "Just a long day. I guess I'm tired."

"And I can hear you thinking, still," he murmured, kissing Kurt's temple softly. "You ready to talk about it?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, still working it out."

Blaine had known Kurt long enough not to push him on this kind of thing. He would come to him when he was ready.

"Well, I'm here when you are."

"I know," Kurt assured him, turning his head to meet their lips together in soft kiss. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he promised, holding him a little tighter as Kurt sighed.

"If you can't hit the note, why would you even try?" he asked the screen. "And those jeans are doing nothing for you, honey."

Blaine laughed and nodded his head. "They are certainly unfortunate," he agreed.

A little after 3 a.m. that night, Blaine rolled over and realized he was alone in their bed. He waited a few moments to see if Kurt was coming back from the bathroom. After a few impatient minutes, he finally sat up and pulled on the cardigan that was laying over the chair, walking out of the bedroom. He found his husband sitting at their dining room table, a mug of warm milk in front of him.

"Hey," Blaine murmured walking in from the hallway, pulling Kurt from his reverie. "Can't sleep?"

Kurt looked up and shook his head. "Did I wake you?"

Blaine shrugged as he yawned. "More just you not being there," he answered, walking over to where Kurt was sitting at the table.

"You okay?" he asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss against Kurt's lips.

Kurt smiled and gave his husband a short nod.

"Milk?" Blaine asked, walking back into the kitchen.

"On the stove. It should still be hot. I haven't been up long."

Blaine tested the milk in the saucepan on the stove, decided it was hot enough, and poured himself a mug. He added a little extra nutmeg, because Kurt never added enough.

He was back at the table and taking his first sip before he asked Kurt what was wrong.

"Nothing's 'wrong' exactly, just have a lot on my mind."

Blaine yawned again and wrapped his hands around his warm mug. "Somethin' going on at work?" he asked.

"Well," Kurt hesitated, finally letting out a small chuckle. "Something is always going on at work...but no, it's not that."

Blaine gave him a curious look as he stood up and grabbed the cream chenille throw blanket that was laying across the back of the couch. He shivered a little before sitting down on the bench beside Kurt and wrapping the blanket around the two of them.

"'m cold," he mumbled, cuddling up to his husband and burying his face in Kurt's neck.

"I can see that," Kurt chuckled, leaning over slightly to press his lips against Blaine's forehead.

A few quiet moments passed before Blaine snuggled in closer. "Whatever it is, you can tell me Kurt," he said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I know you've been working on something in that big brain of yours. Maybe if you tell me, we can work on it together."

"It's pretty big," Kurt warned him.

"I was pretty sure of that already," Blaine joked.

Kurt took a deep breath. "Do you remember when Mel was here on Monday night?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"Do you remember when we were talking and joking around and our plan for a baby came up?"

Blaine paused. "Ye-es."

Kurt screwed his eyes shut and plunged in headfirst. "I think I wanna do it," he finally breathed out.

Blaine sat up suddenly and looked his husband in the eye.

"Wait, you're not talking about...?"

"What if I was?" Kurt asked, picking up his mug and taking a sip.

Blaine shook his head and rubbed his hand down his face. "Well, you did warn me it was big," he finally mumbled.

Kurt laughed softly. "That I did."

"Is this really a conversation we should be having at," Blaine paused to squint at the clock readout on the microwave, "3:30 in the morning?"

Kurt shrugged. "Probably not, but can you honestly tell me you could go back to sleep after that?"

Blaine smiled as he shook his head and took a sip from his mug. "No, I guess not."

"Honey," Kurt started, pulling Blaine in a little closer. "This feels right. The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. We've been talking about having kids our whole relationship," Kurt reminded him. "You told me you wanted to be a dad before we even started dating."

Blaine looked over at his husband with a grin. "I don't think now's the best time to bring that conversation up, Kurt. If I remember correctly, you said you didn't."

"I never said I didn't want kids," Kurt argued. "I just said I hadn't ever really thought about it. There's a difference. And besides," he insisted. "We've talked about it a lot more since then. It's not like I never gave it any more thought."

"Fair enough," Blaine conceded. The grin slowly slipped from his face and the look of concentration returned. "It's just...we had a plan."

"I think that if life has taught us anything, it's that plans change. People change. And you don't always get a choice in the matter."

Blaine heard the unsaid words: Kurt's mom, his career...Finn.

"Look," Kurt pressed on. "We've been married for over three years, and we've been together, in some capacity, for almost ten. We've already experienced so much, both individually and as a couple. I'm ready to start this new phase of our life with you."

"Honey, it's still something I want with you, too. I just..." Blaine paused and twirled the wedding ring on his finger. "Are we sure this is the right time?"

"Blaine, think about it. How many times have you heard someone say, 'If you wait for the right time, you'll be waiting forever'. There is no such thing as the right or perfect time."

Blaine bit his lip.

"I just..."Kurt started, taking Blaine's hand in both of his. "I feel like, this is it. This is the time. We have an amazing friend, who we love and trust completely. A friend who is not only willing and ready to do this, but wants to do this, and she wants to do this for us. We are strong in our relationship, we are steady in our careers. I want this, and I want this with you."

He paused again, before taking a breath and continuing.

"When I was having lunch with Rachel today, she said that we tend to think of our future as this far off 'thing". And then you wake up one day and your future is staring you in the face, forcing you to deal with it, or watch it pass by."

"Seems pretty heavy for a Wednesday afternoon lunch," Blaine quipped, but Kurt kept going.

"I just-I don't want to wake up in five or ten years and realize this opportunity passed us by...and then be faced with this struggle when it's something we already know we want."

"But is that a good enough reason?" Blaine asked, genuinely concerned. "Just because we can?"

"It's not 'just because we can', Blaine," he argued. "Kids were always on the table, it's not like this is a new subject for us."

"Yeah, years down the road," Blaine insisted. "Kurt, every time we have talked about kids, it's always been years down the road. Our thirties is I think the earliest we've ever discussed."

"Okay, but that was also a future where our kids were named Hepburn and Tracy. And Quinn, who we haven't spoken to in years, was gonna be our egg donor."

Blaine laughed, shaking his head.

"Like I said," Kurt went on. "Plans change, people change."

Blaine nodded again. "I can't believe we are having this conversation right now," he paused. "I always thought it would be me, coming to you, begging to start trying."

Kurt gave him a small smile and nodded his agreement. He pulled Blaine so they were facing each other on the bench, still holding tightly to their joined hands. "We have already had...such an adventure together," he started, his voice breaking just a little. He swallowed and kept talking. "We fell in love, and everything felt so easy-and then we hit these hard valleys, and we struggled and we broke up and...everything looked so impossible, and hopeless."

He paused for just a moment as Blaine bit his lip and nodded.

"But we always made it through to the other side, and I love you more now than I ever thought possible," he started again. "Every day we grow more in love, and I become more and more sure of us. Even when we argue, and annoy the ever loving piss out of each other..." Blaine laughed as he brought Kurt's hands up to kiss his knuckles. "There is no one on this planet I would rather come home to every night."

"Right back atcha, handsome," Blaine assured him, tears starting to make their way over his smiling cheeks.

"And I'm ready for that home to include a baby with your dark hair and amazing smile."

Blaine laughed, but shook his head and sniffed. "No way, your nose and beautiful blue eyes."

"Eh, we'll work out the details later..." Kurt shrugged. "But wait, does that mean?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Blaine nodded. "We'll talk to Mel, start figuring everything out. Make sure she's as serious without the three glasses of wine...but yes. I can't wait to have a baby with you."

Kurt launched himself into Blaine's arms, covering his face with kisses.

Blaine laughed as he wrapped his arms around Kurt and hugged him tight.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered, squeezing even tighter.

Blaine sighed, positive he would never grow tired of hearing those words.

"I love you, too."