A/N- Hey guys! This is my first try at future!Klaine so I hope I did a good job! I'm considering turning this into a two-chapter story, but I want to see what you all think! Please read and review!
Baby fever
It was Blaine's fault. In years to come when they were exhausted from late night feedings and dealing with heartbreak from girlfriends (or boyfriends) or when Blaine turned prematurely grey from stress (this would not be a problem for Kurt) he would tell him he only had himself to blame. Kurt would even be able to pinpoint the exact moment the first sign of baby fever had set in and it started with Blaine.
Kurt laid under an umbrella on the beach reading. He had put a T-shirt on to block the slight chill in the air as the sun began to set. His skin was a light pink from the time spent in the water with Blaine on and off throughout the day, and he had never felt more content then in that moment. Thinking of his husband, he looked at Blaine who was sitting on a blanket in the sand, his golden skin glistening in the sun with the remnants of sunscreen applied hours before.
He smiled watching him look dreamily out towards the ocean, but as his eyes followed Blaine's gaze, his forehead crinkled at the realization that no, Blaine wasn't looking at the ocean but at a man standing at the ocean edge. Kurt rolled his eyes and promptly got up and walked over to his husband. He sat behind him so that his chest was to Blaine's back, wrapped his arms around his waist, then rested his chin on his shoulder, planting a soft kiss on Blaine's neck.
"You're not planning on asking for the ring back are you? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to keep it as a gift." He said, teasing.
"What?" Blaine asked confused, tilting his head a little towards Kurt.
He laughed a little, "You're staring at Mr. Bodybuilder over there, so I was just wondering if you were planning on taking the lovely ring you gave me two days ago back."
Blaine's left hand, fitted with the rose gold ring Kurt had given to him, came up to rest against Kurt's left hand, his thumb stroking over the matching ring on his ring finger as he looked back out again, "I wasn't looking at him."
Kurt squeezed him a little tighter, "Mmhmm, then what were you looking at?"
He paused for a moment, "Do you want children?"
Kurt leaned back and looked at Blaine when he turned his head a little, then looked back out to where he had been looking. Directly to the right of the man Kurt had thought Blaine had been looking at, was a couple playing in the sand with a baby…oh.
"I…" He coughed a little, his skin crawling in nerves, "Blaine, we just got married two days ago."
Blaine looked back towards the small family and pulled Kurt's arms tighter so that they were once again leaning against each other, "I know that. I don't mean now necessarily I just mean—"
"Necessarily?"
"Well, yea. I mean doesn't your heart just swell a little when you look at them? When you look at the baby?"
Kurt could hear the hearts coming out of Blaine's eyes, "I see dirty diapers and hear screaming all night, every night." He deadpanned.
"Kuurrt! Come on! You really don't want kids?"
"It's not that I don't, but we're on our honeymoon and right now I just want you."
Blaine laughed a little, "You'd make a great father."
Kurt placed his chin on Blaine's shoulder again, imagining it, "Our kids would be the best dressed, that's for sure. And you'll be the fun dad that also cleans all messes and scraped knees and all of that."
"Of course."
"And though that kid does nothing for me, my heart does melt a little at the thought of you walking down the beach with our son or daughter and their dark curly hair flying around in the wind, even though I of course had it in order before we got here, and their tiny hands outstretched up to you to pick him or her up when a big wave comes while I chase behind you both reminding you to put more sunscreen on." Kurt sighed a little at the thought.
"I'd want our kids to be yours."
"What?" He looked at him confused.
"I mean they'd be ours, of course, but you know what I mean. I'd want you to be the donor."
"You…but why? That means they'll look like me and maybe sound like me…I wouldn't want them to get teased like I did."
"Kurt, I love you. I love you for everything you are and because of everything you are. You are beautiful and I don't just know it's a possibility that they'll be like you, I hope they are. You are who I chose to spend my forever with and I want as many reminders of you as possible."
Kurt sniffled and held him tighter, "And I thought your vows were sentimental, who knew you were waiting to bring the big guns out until we saw a baby."
Blaine laughed and turned his head to kiss his husband, "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"So…baby?"
He huffed out a laugh, "Of course I want to have a baby with you."
Blaine relaxed against Kurt's chest a little more, "Soon?"
"Well, how about we finish our honeymoon and when we get back to New York we really sit down and figure it out?"
Blaine turned his head again, smiling into the kiss and whispering against Kurt's lips, "We're totally gonna have a baby!"
Kurt rolled his eyes but kissed his husband back, thoughts of baby socks, tea sets, and little tutus already clouding his mind: We're going to have a baby.