[A/N] So I really should not be starting a new fic, but I got this idea into my head and I had to write it so here we are! Enjoy!
It was 3.18AM on a Tuesday morning when the doorbell rang. Kurt, being a light sleeper, immediately shot up in bed at the sound, causing his husband Blaine, who's arms were wrapped tightly around him, to stir also. Blaine went to turn over and go back to sleep, but Kurt shook him.
"What is it, baby?" Blaine mumbled into his pillow.
"Blaine, the doorbell just went," Kurt informed him. "What if something bad has happened? What if someone we know got into an accident and that's the police?"
"I'm sure it's just Finn upset over his latest break up," Blaine replied. "Ignore it."
"No, I'm answering it. I can't just leave it, what if it's something important?" Kurt insisted.
Blaine sighed deeply, finally sitting up and rubbing at his eyes furiously in an attempt to wake himself up.
"If this is nothing then you owe me big time," he said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for the sweatpants that had earlier been abandoned on the floor. Once he'd pulled them on, he turned to Kurt, who he could just about see in the light of the alarm clock, had done the same. Blaine made his way across the bed and to his husband's side, automatically taking his hand as they made their way out to the landing, turning on lights as they made their journey downstairs. Blaine separated from Kurt to go into the living room and tugged at the curtain to peek out onto the porch, but could see no one there. He turned to Kurt and shook his head to confirm there was nothing out there.
Kurt, confused, sighed and made his way to the front door, carefully fiddling with the chain lock and keys to get it open. Finally, the door was unlocked and he swung it back to see, as Blaine had confirmed, nothing. He sighed again and decided that he should at least go out onto the porch to see if he could see someone. As he gathered the courage and stepped out into the darkness, however, he tripped and had to catch himself on the door frame. He furrowed his eyebrows and groped at the wall where the porch light switch was located, flicking it on when he found it.
Kurt looked down to see what he had tripped over and was once again confused. On the doormat sat a small bundle of blankets, a bag and an envelope. He was about to investigate further, when a small cry erupted from the blanket, startling Kurt and make him jump back slightly in surprise.
He knelt down, leaning forwards to reach his hand out and unravel the blankets a little less, and as he did so he revealed a small face, screwed up in distress as a few further mumbled sounds came from it. It was a baby.
Just as Kurt was about to yell for Blaine to come, the man himself appeared in the doorway, clutching a glass of - what Kurt knew would be warm - milk. "What's that?" Blaine asked, nodding towards the bundle of blankets.
Kurt was unsure of how to answer, so instead he reached down and untangled the child from it's prison of blankets. He held the child in his arms and watched as the shock came over Blaine's face, his glass raised to his lips still. He slowly lowered the glass and coughed.
"Well," Blaine said, "I'll help you carry this stuff inside and then I'll put the kettle on for coffee. Looks like this could be a long night."
The child had fell asleep in Kurt's arms as he waited for Blaine to make the coffee. His eyes flickered over the envelope once more. It was a perfectly ordinary envelope; white and square, but with no writing on the front. Kurt sat on the sofa, the baby balanced on his arm, and reached for the envelope, twirling it in his hands.
Blaine appeared a few seconds later, clutching two mugs of coffee. He took a sip of one, before placing them both down on the coffee table.
"So, what the hell is going on?" Blaine asked. "I mean, I find it hard to believe that Dumbledore swooped down into the streets of New York with the next Harry Potter."
"Blaine!" Kurt groaned. "This is no time for joking. Do you not understand what has happened? A baby has been abandoned on our doorstep!"
"Kurt, calm down. Look we'll sort this out. Let's just see what's in the envelope first. Maybe it will help us understand what's happened," Blaine suggested. He reached out and took the envelope from Kurt, taking a deep breath before tearing it open. Inside he found a piece of paper, covered in uneven hand writing. He showed Kurt, who nodded at him, as if to give him permission to read it.
"Dear Occupier," Blaine read. "I am extremely sorry for this, but I wasn't sure what to do. I just know that I can't look after my baby. I got pregnant at 15 and my parents were not happy at all. For the past 8 months, everything has been kept under wraps. My father is a doctor and he has conducted all of my check ups as well as delivered the baby in my own home. No one can know this happened. I needed to get rid of the baby, but I knew that if I took him into social services I would be found out. So instead, I decided to leave him on your door. I once again must apologise for the inconvenience, but please understand. You can do what you like with him. Keep him, take him to an orphanage, it's really none of my concern now, but please make sure he's safe. I have left a bag with some basics that will last a few days. I've left town, so there's not much point in trying to find me, as by the time you're reading this I'll probably be on my way to somewhere else. I'm sorry to have to spring this on you, but I hope you can be better to him than I ever could."
They were both silent, the last words from the letter still hanging in the air as Blaine placed the letter on the coffee table.
"What shall we do?" Kurt finally asked.
"We should probably go to the hospital, make sure he's okay health wise. Maybe we should go to the police. I'm not sure," Blaine sighed.
"Take the baby a second," Kurt said, holding him out to Blaine. When his arms were free, Kurt stood up and grabbed his coffee, pacing the living room whilst he drank it. "We should probably also talk to social services. I'm sure they'll be able to find him a home. I mean they deal with this stuff all the time and -"
"Kurt," Blaine cut him off. Kurt turned to see Blaine looking down at the baby in his arms, running his finger gently along the baby's tiny hand. "Maybe ... maybe we should consider using this as an opportunity."
"An opportunity for what?" questioned Kurt. Blaine looked up to meet Kurt's eye.
"Kurt, we're ready for this. We've talked about this, we both want kids and we both want to adopt. This is the perfect opportunity, surely. Why don't, after we've made sure he's okay and that it would be okay, we look into adopting him. I mean, we moved to this house so that we could have a family, right? We've passed all the tests we need to adopt, we just haven't actually done the adoption process."
"I don't know, Blaine," said Kurt. "I mean, don't you want some time to think about it?"
Blaine jerked his head to signal for Kurt to come and sit with him. When Kurt was seated beside him, Blaine leaned into him, leaving Kurt to automatically wrap his arms around his husband. Together, they looked down upon the baby, sleeping in Blaine's arms.
"Look at how beautiful he is. How young and beautiful and pure. Do you want to send him into care? We could easily take him in. Can't you imagine sitting like this every night, rocking our child to sleep? Think about it, Kurt. We could have a family," Blaine squealed excitedly. Kurt couldn't help but smile at his husband's enthusiasm. He looked down at the baby, understanding what Blaine meant. His pale skin and pink lips and long lashes were so beautiful that Kurt was transfixed. And then he woke up and his lashes fluttered open to reveal bright eyes, the beautiful blue colour that all baby's had, that Kurt had never grown out of.
"Babe?" prompted Blaine.
"O-oh," stammered Kurt. "I erm, yes. I mean, if we are allowed to and if everything is okay with him and there are no problems that would mean we can't, then I... yes." Kurt continued to look down at the baby, who was staring at him curiously, his arms reaching upwards in their direction. Who was he kidding? He couldn't let go of him now. "Can I hold him?" he requested.
Blaine leaned forwards out of Kurt's hold and gently offered the baby over to him. "I'll go and get some clothes and set up some baby formula for him and then we'll go to the hospital," Blaine told him, but Kurt's eyes were back on the baby. Blaine left and Kurt heard his footsteps on the stairs.
"Hey there, little boy," Kurt whispered. "You're quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Now me and Blaine are going to take you to the hospital to make sure you're all healthy, but then if we're allowed to, you might be able to come home with us. Doesn't that sound great? We can set you up a little room in one of the spare rooms and we can get you lots of furniture to put in, though I'm going to have to decorate because Blaine is useless when it comes to that sort of thing." Kurt stopped speaking and just watched the baby for a little while longer; the way he stared up with those big eyes made Kurt's heart melt.
"I keep thinking I can't fall more in love with you," came a voice from the door, "and then you go and do things like that."
Kurt's head whipped up and he looked at Blaine with wide eyes. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Since setting up one of the spare rooms. Now come on, I've got us some clothes. Get dressed whilst I make a bottle and we'll get going," Blaine instructed. Kurt wrapped the baby in his blankets and made a little bed out of cushions so that he could lay him down for a few moments whilst he got dressed. He quickly rushed over to Blaine and grabbed the clothes, and Blaine surprised him by wrapping his arms around his waist and giving him a short but deep kiss.
"What was that for?" Kurt gasped when their lips parted.
Blaine chuckled. "Just, I really love you. Now get dressed. We have a baby to tend to."