Title: Twenty-Four Months
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual contest – man on man, swearing, homophobic slurs and mpreg.. Big time mpreg!
Disclaimers: I own none of the characters whose name you recognize... sadly.
Summary: Blaine and Kurt are two people in love. They live together, and have done so, for the last 2 years, and now they want to start a small family. Small is not exactly what they got.
A/N: The story is not canon – they didn't meet in High School – but their story will be told little by little, so no reason to spoil it just yet ;)
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Prologue
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A soft beam of light was what woke Kurt up that morning. He smiled softly into his partner's chest, gently rubbing his nose on his neck and chuckled just a bit when he felt one of Blaine's untamed morning curls tickle his nose. Blaine had woken as well, he didn't exactly know when he'd woken up, but sometime between Kurt nudging closer and him giggling. He bent his head a little, looking down at Kurt, who had now closed his eyes, and smiled. A small blow from his lips sent a shiver down Kurt's spine when it reached him. He turned his head and stared up into his boyfriend's hazel eyes.
"God morning," his voice was raw, but it was the sexiest voice Blaine had ever heard. Just a tad lower than his normal voice.
Blaine grinned even further at the acknowledgement, and was about to reply his own words of 'good morning', when Kurt lifted his head just a tad and leaned down into a wet, yet soft morning kiss. Both men deepened the kiss as if their lives depended on it, and the older breathed in the scent of the other. Kurt let put a content sigh, before he pulled away and rose from the bed. The white blanket fell from his naked from like a feather across his body, arousing his boyfriend.
He enjoyed the sight of his boyfriend's protruding buttocks; he moved slowly towards Kurt's side of the bed. "You're beautiful, you know that right?" he said once he'd reached the edge and reached out to touch Kurt's right butt cheek. He ran his hand up and down the fair swell, receiving a chilling smile from Kurt.
"Or so you tell me," Kurt said – he relaxed his butt and let the soothing touch caress it. He bend down slowly, his arms holding him up as he stared down at his lover. Blaine's blanket had switched a bit, leaving almost nothing to the imagination; it had gathered around his lower hip, and the thin line of dark hair that ran from just an inch underneath Blaine's bellybutton disappeared underneath the silk blanket, making Kurt's member buzz.
"Well it's true." Blaine smiled, reaching up, cupping Kurt's neck and pulled him back into bed, smashing his lips to Kurt's sloppily.
Kurt chuckled happily and kissed him back; the kiss was much like the one from just a moment before. The kiss was, in fact, much like every kiss the two had ever shared since the rainy day that they met in Carl's Clothing-shop circa three years ago. He climbed on top of Blaine with a great haste, removing the blanket while he did so and pressed their pelvis together. The connection sent a chill down both of them; Kurt let out a soft sigh and Blaine a deep moan.
They explored each other's mouths like they explored them many times before, gently thrusting their hips up and down, back and forth. A little harder thrust from Blaine caused a small, almost sophisticated moan to leave Kurt's lips; he pulled away for a second to exhale deeply, before he pressed their lips together once more, and continued rubbing against Blaine.
The atmosphere in the room changed slowly; the temperature rose and the humidity clocked together. Kurt broke from the kiss and bit his lower lip.
"Don't do that," Blaine said, and cupped Kurt's face. He leaned up and kissed him – a short kiss, not even a second. Once he rested his head on the pillow once more, the two love-struck men stared into each other's eyes.
Kurt's eyes went from side to side; it still amazed him how much Blaine's hazel eyes matched his tanned olive skin so perfectly. Blaine was, through and though, the most beautiful man Kurt had ever met. He leaned down a bit and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, resting his chin against the younger man's shoulder. "You take my breath away," he whispered, placing a few soundless kisses on Blaine's neck. "So proud that you're mine."
Blaine's eyelids closed slowly and not entirely; the white form his eyes could still be seen, but he was comfortable. And aroused. His movements eased slightly. He wanted to mutter sweet compliments in return to Kurt, but he was too aroused to form even the simplest of sentences. Instead, he showed his boyfriend his appreciation through physical touch and pleased sounds and grunts.
As they continued to thrust down towards each other, Blaine's dick slipped slightly and gently pressed against Kurt's anus. Blaine opened his eyes halfway, and watched as Kurt did the same. They silently agreed on what they wanted, and Blaine pushed Kurt back just enough so that he could reach for the bedroom nightstand.
"No," Kurt breathed. "No condom."
Blaine smiled and nodded; from the beginning of their relationship, both Blaine and Kurt had been very open about their wish to start a family, but so far they've both felt too young both age-wise, but also relationship-wise. They had, after all, only known each other for three years, and dated for two and a half. But now, they both knew that they were ready. They were soul mates, and they wanted to start a family.
With a little more pressure, Blaine started to press into Kurt, receiving a sweetened moan. Using the precum leaking from his member, Blaine pressed all the way in and stilled once he completely filled Kurt.
A small buck of the hips signaled for Blaine to start, and he gently did so. Kurt slowly pulled his legs up, his bend knees almost reaching his chest. They still lay chest against chest, and ever so often they would kiss. Once in a while, Kurt would press down to meet Blaine's thrusts.
Blaine's hands roamed all over Kurt. Back, butt, hair, nipples. He couldn't get enough of the older male. He was perfection in his eyes. A small thrust from Kurt's side, had Blaine's eyes roll back into his head. He moaned, loudly this time, and thrust back up into Kurt a little harder than before.
Both didn't last very long and came after only a few thrusts, but they didn't mind. A morning quickie didn't have to last long to mean something; as long as it was lovemaking. Kurt had long since declared that anything that couldn't be considered lovemaking was out of the question - 'I am not dressing up as a silly schoolgirl, Blaine. You're gay, not a pedophile.'
"Wow," Blaine breathed, gently pushing his husband away from his sticky chest, cuddling him close to his side. "You seriously never cease to amaze me, Love."
Kurt grinned, and kissed Blaine's lips, somewhat proud of the pinkness around them. "Let's shower before we're both fired for being late.. again."
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"They called from 'Chanel' again," Isabelle said as she walked into the room dressed in a tickle me pink dress that stopped just below the knees. "Their Creative Director wants to do a photo shoot for Vogue to publish."
Kurt's eyes widened at the mention of the Creative Director, and immediately questioned his own ears and sanity. "You mean the Creative Director for Chanel? Peter Philips?"
Isabelle stopped her walking and turned towards Kurt with a smile. "Of course. Peter is a good friend of mine, we dine regularly." She couldn't help but chuckle when the last statement made Kurt's eyebrows rise even more. He looked almost comical, though still very cute. She continued, "well, he called me this morning and asked if we had any special color theme sett for our next issue, or if he could just snap some photos of the latest fashion ins. I told him that I wasn't sure yet, but that he gave me some wonderful ideas. So, I was thinking of an orange, feathery theme for our October spread."
One of Isabelle's assistants immediately started writing ideas down, sketching small figures with big boas and thin, 13-inch heels.
"Maybe we could have a Halloween inspired theme. It would give us a great option for using orange, you know, pumpkins, orange on the dresses. Models dressed as wicked witches," said Paul, another one of the assistants.
Kurt shivered at the thought, and quickly raised his hand. At the nod from Isabelle, he quickly lowered it again, clasped it together with his other hand and folded his legs tight underneath the table. "Who ever said that orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed," he started off.
"Are you quoting 'Legally Blond'?" asked Ashley, the assistant who was sketching.
With an offended expression, his nose slightly raised in the air, Kurt snapped back. "Of course I am. That movie is God's gift to blonde nerds and fashion loving gays. Anyway, orange won't do, it's tacky and not to mention cliché."
"Cliché how?" asked Isabelle.
"Orange for the October issue is what every other magazine is going to do as well. Besides, last years October issue was orange, so we'd actually not only be copying other magazines, but our own as well. I say that we give Mr. Phillips a call and asks him what he had in mind, color-wise. If he says orange, may I rest in peace if he does, we'll go with orange, and if he says stripes or pink or feathers or anything else we'll go with that."
Isabelle nodded, her eyes squinting a bit, indicating that her mind was in process of thinking of something that might end up huge. "You're right, Kurt. Peter would know what's in store for Chanel. I'll call him immediately." She quickly got up and left, leaving the five assistants alone in the conference room.
Paul scowled a little, mumbling something about 'kissing Isabelle's ass' and 'Isabelle's favorite', but Kurt simply ignored him. He leaned over towards Ashley, declaring that he was going out for lunch and simply got up after that. He didn't wait for an answer, nor for Isabelle's return. Paul was right – Kurt was Isabelle's favorite, which often meant that he got the last word.
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Kurt sipped softly at his grande nonfat mocha, which today contained a small splash of whipped cream that stuck to his invisible mustache. He smiled dreamily when the bitter taste hit him, and for a soft moment he closed his eyes and devoured the moment of time.
"And I'm telling you Kurt, that hoe is all over him. I went to his apartment yesterday, and she was there. All red and awful," screeched Rachel, breaking the slumber silent Kurt a mere moment before had enjoyed. At the rude interruption of daydreaming, Kurt had startled a bit and almost spilled his coffee all over him, but he ignored that fact very quickly – it didn't happen, and his Marc Jacob's pants were still existing.
"Rachel, you do kno-"
"And she's messy too. Her bras, God awful – you'd hate them – and her underwear are everywhere. How unsanitary!"
Kurt pressed his lips together and hummed a small response, as he lifted his coffee-filled cup to his lips and slowly sipped. "You do know that it's technically her apartment, right?" he said once he'd slurped the hot liquid down.
"I don't care. It's gross and messy and just... gross!" Rachel had a thing against Finn's new girlfriend. 'New' wasn't the right word – he had dated Jessica for a good eight months now, and living together for three.
"Rachel, I love you, but now you're driving me crazy. Let's just enjoy coffee together, before we go to Sandy's for lunch. I am not in the mood, and I am sporting a headache."
Rachel look aggravated, to say the least, but a second later, her face softened out and she nodded. "Of course," she said. She grabbed her coffee and tipped her head far back, drinking the last few drops of coffee. "You're right."
"Of course I am," Kurt said with a knowing smile.
Rachel left to throw away her used coffee cup, and once she returned she turned to Kurt with a questioning expression. "How's everything between you and Blaine?"
Kurt, who was his coffee at that very moment, stilled. His eyes unfocused slightly. "Everything's fine," he said in a quiet voice. Everything was fine, truthfully. But - him and Blaine had tried for a baby for a few months now and...
"Still not pregnant?"
Kurt shook his head. No, he still wasn't pregnant.
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"Blaine, have you talked with Mr. Benton yet?"
Blaine, who was buried underneath piles of paperwork, looked up with tired, eyes at his brother. He blinked, finding it hard to lift his heavy and swollen eyelids. "Huh?"
Cooper chuckled, exhausted himself, and entered the room. He took a seat in Blaine's chair 'for costumer's only, Coop!' and took his brother's hand in his. His eyes quickly scanned the white, yellow and grey papers: evidence, autopsy, witness declarations, interrogations and etcetera where what hid themselves in the hundreds of papers stacked all over Blaine's otherwise oak-brown office table
"Do us all a favor and go home. Go home to Kurt, chill in front of the flimmer and relax. We both know that you need it."
Blaine sighed and pulled his hand away from his brother's hold. He started to collect the thousands of wild spread papers, neatly putting them back in each of their respective folders. "You know I can't do that, Coop. Mr. Benton's trial is in a few months and I need to up myself if we're to have a chance at winning this." He looked up from the papers, and stared into ocean blue eyes belonging to Cooper Anderson. It was amazing how different they were, yet still so alike. "He's innocent."
"Of course he is, baby Bee. But you cannot win this case for him if you're sleep deprived and overworked. With a tired mind you oversee details, but with a fresh one, you-"
"Win the case."
Cooper smiled. "You win the case." He reached out and pulled a loose curl away from Blaine's face. "You're a great attorney and Mr. Benton knows that. That's why he requested you to defend him in this case. He didn't choose dad or me or Carl, Peter, Shannon or Deborah. He chose you. Now, I am sure that Mr. Benton would understand if you went home to your boyfriend and loved him a bit. It's past ten already. You've been here for hours, and I am sure that Kurt has texted you at least a dozen times since five, asking where the hell you are at."
Blaine smiled. "Yeah," he answered a bit sheepishly.
"I know, because Anna-Louise has done the same. She had to tuck in Anthony alone."
"You should get home too," pointed the younger brother. "I'll go home if you go."
Cooper chuckled slightly; his laugh always calmed Blaine down. He sounded so natural, and it always comforted him in the worst of times. "You know how to deal, Bee, I'll give you that. Give me five minutes to clean up and I'll give you a lift home. No need for you to take the metro at this time."
"Thank you, Coop."
"Anytime." And with that, Cooper left Blaine to himself and went to his own office just acros the hall. Blaine breathed out deeply and looked around the now clean table. He sighed, took a few case folders with him, and left the office – remembering to turn off the lights behind him.
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"Kurt?" he called out and fiddled to get his keys out of the front door. He placed them in the blue-flowered bowl on the table in the hallway. He frowned when he got no answer, and quickly took off his Mr. Porter shoes and entered the living room. The lights were off and the television was on mute. "Honey?"
He heard rummaging around from the bathroom, and walked into their shared bedroom, which was connected to the master bathroom. He knocked softly.
"Kurt?"
He heard a muffled reply, just before the toilet flushed and Kurt emerged close after. "Hi," Kurt said with a soft tone. It had been a long day at work, and even though what he wanted to do most when he came home was to go to sleep, he'd stayed up like always and waited for Blaine to come home. "How was work?"
"Long. Tiresome. How was your day?"
"The same," Kurt answered, nodding his head knowingly. He smiled gently and placed a loving kiss on Blaine's stubbled cheek. "Rachel bitched about Jessica, so the usual."
Blaine laughed – some things never changes. He hadn't seen Rachel in a few months, both of them having been too busy with their respective careers, but the last time he'd met her, she'd bitched about Jessica as well. His eyes lifted a bit and saw a white stick lay on the bathroom counter. "What's that?"
Kurt turned around, "oh," he said and closed the door to the bathroom. "A pregnancy test."
"Really?" Blaine said, with widened eyes. Kurt nodded, as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a slightly toned stomach. "What did it say?"
Kurt didn't physically acknowledge Blain as he pulled off his pants – Blaine followed suit and loosed his shirt and shed the material from his body.
"I don't know yet. I just took it."
Blaine nodded and stripped from the rest of his clothes, before he stood fully naked in front of Kurt. Kurt's eyes stared at nothing in particular, when he wrapped his arms around Blaine and tightened the hold.
"I love you, you know that?" Blaine said, and kissed Kurt's shoulder. Small goosebumps appeared on Kurt's porcelain skin, which pleased the younger man. He kissed it again.
"Mmm, I know. I love you too." He pulled away and looked off towards the bathroom. "Let's go see what it says."
They both walked towards the bathroom, but Blaine stopped in the entrance and waited anxiously for what the small stick would say. His eyes opened with hope, when Kurt turned around. "What does it say?"
Kurt looked up, his lips pressed together. "It's negative." A breath left Blaine. "I'm not pregnant."
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Hey guys - this is a story that's been on my mind for a while. Please tell me what you think - what you liked, disliked, thought, what was weird, what was good and so on :)
Thank you for reading!