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Hey everyone! I'm super excited for this fic… it's based off of a prompt I happened to come across from the lovely Katy (atticrissfinch dot tumblr dot com), so I give many thanks to her!

This first chapter is really a prologue – not much mention of Blaine's sister yet, but her character will be just as prominent as Kurt and Blaine as the story progresses.

I don't own Glee, etc. etc. - you know the drill.

Rated M for mentions of slash and occasional language

Enjoy! :^)

Blaine placed the last picture frame onto the shelf in the living room. He stood back, studying his handiwork before reaching in to move it a little to the left. A little more. Perfect. It was one of his favorite pictures – he and Kurt were on either side of a snowman that they had build several Winters ago, the two boys bundled up in their warm coats while the frozen man wore a Dalton scarf around his neck and one of Kurt's hats atop his smiling head. There were lots of other pictures on the shelves, too – a photo from prom when Kurt had won "Queen," a snapshot of them on a roller coaster together from a vacation last summer, a cutout from a McKinley newspaper naming them "Mr. & Mr. McKinley High," even a picture of them with the manager at The Lima Bean being presented an award for "Most Valuable Customer(s)".

Though he loved all of the pictures, none made his heart swell with pride quite as much as the very recent one of him and Kurt, both in impeccable tuxedos, hand in hand, exchanging rings. There was another picture from their wedding next to it with the entire family. Well, almost the entire family. The only ones who really matter, thought Blaine. Kurt and Blaine were holding hands in front, with Burt and Carole on a step behind them on Kurt's side. Behind Blaine stood his little sister, Amy, with long black hair that matched her older brother's besides the fact that it was incredibly straight and devoid of curls. Finn stood next to her in order to 'balance' the photo, although no photo with the tall boy was ever truly balanced. Noticeably absent from the photograph, however, were Blaine's own parents. He remembered the feeling he had before the wedding started, constantly glancing around, watching as guests arrived, always a little heartbroken when the newest arrivals weren't his mother and father. It wasn't that he expected them to be in attendance in the first place – they had declared in no uncertain terms that they would no longer be in contact with their son after he had "chosen an alternative lifestyle". He didn't even really want them there with their attitude. Deep, deep down, though, a little boy still wanted the approval of his mom and dad. He had managed to shake it off, though, as the wedding started. None of that mattered, not at all, as he looked into the eyes of the most beautiful man in the entire world. Plus, Blaine thought, looking at the photo, the smile of pride stretched across his little sister's face was more than enough for him.

Blaine smiled as he picked up a few stray foam packing peanuts and placed them back in the box where the pictures had come from, going to place it with a growing pile of other empty boxes. He and Kurt had just moved in to an apartment – their first apartment. It wasn't much, just a kitchen, a bedroom and a work/office room, but it was warm and cozy and it was all theirs. He turned to walk back towards the kitchen and stopped to stare at the pictures he had just set up. After a moment he felt a pair of soft arms wrap around his waist and a warm face lean against his neck from behind. He covered up the hands with his own, turning to place a small kiss on his husband's cheek. Kurt gave a quiet hum of affection.

"We make quite a team, babe," said Blaine.

"MmHm," said Kurt, "and it's only been a little over six years. Think of all the trouble we've yet to get ourselves into."

Blaine chuckled and turned to look Kurt in the eyes. "You know what kind of trouble I think we should get into right now?"

Kurt's eyes darkened and he raised an eyebrow. "I may have an idea…"

"Oh yes? Do tell." Their voices got deeper and raspy as they talked.

"I think," Kurt reached a hand behind Blaine's head to twirl a curl of hair around his finger, leaning in so that his whispered words brushed against Blaine's lips, "that I just want to take you… right… now…"

Blaine's mouth went dry. Kurt usually wasn't this… forward. His brain (which had suddenly lost some of its normal blood supply), struggled to formulate a response as Kurt spoke again,

"…out to dinner! You know, seeing as we haven't bought many groceries yet." His tone was suddenly chipper as he springily walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

Blaine remained where he stood, blinking a few times before saying, "Bu- y- you said…" Seeing a small smirk arise on Kurt's face, followed by the subtle but unmistakable mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes that he recognized all too well, Blaine smiled. "Screw you!" he exclaimed, following Kurt and grabbing his own jacket.

"Oh, is that what you thought I was talking about? Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding," he carried on in his too-cheery tone.

The pair linked arms as they strolled out of the door, locking it behind them and heading for where their car was parked.

"But you know, if you're a good boy and eat all of your dinner, then when we get home you can have…" he leaned in close to Blaine again and whispered, "desert," heavily accenting the last 't'.

"Oh, shut up!" said Blaine, "Just pick somewhere you want to go and stop teasing me."

"Alright, dear," said Kurt with a peck on Blaine's cheek.

"Wow, that was the best dessert I've ever had," said Blaine, panting.

"You must've liked it – you ate every last drop of it."

Blaine's face turned an even deeper shade of red, which was quite a feat considering how flushed he already was. After a moment he asked, "Since when are you such a damn tease?"

Kurt, now lying with his head resting on Blaine's chest, patted his stomach. "I learned from the best, dear. Well… used to be the best…"

Blaine chuckled, "Can't argue with that."

They lay in the warm, comfortable silence of their new bedroom for several minutes before Kurt spoke.

"Blaine," he said. "Blaine," a few moments later. Oh well, it could wait…

"Hmmph?" came a quiet reply.

"Blaine, are you awake?"

"Hm? Mmm… yeah. Why?"

"Oh, nothing important, if you're tired."

Sleepy as he was, Blaine could tell that Kurt wanted to talk about something and, considering how he was speaking, something that he obviously thought that Blaine might not be all too interested in.

"Kurt, I'm awake, talk to me. What's on your mind?"

Kurt spoke slowly with lots of space between phrases, "Well, it's just that, you know, after being here a few days, it just feels like… like home, you know?"

Blaine smiled, running a hand through Kurt's chestnut hair.

"I know exactly what you mean, honey." He paused for a moment. "But you know that my real home is always right here," he said, pressing his finger against Kurt's chest.

"I know," Kurt smiled, "and mine here." He pressed his hand against Blaine's chest. He stretched his neck up to meet Blaine's lips as they slowly, softly kissed.

After a minute of silence, when Kurt was starting to think that Blaine was drifting into sleep, the other man spoke.

"What else was on your mind?" Damn. Blaine knew him too well.

"You said what I was trying to get at – that home is about the people you're with. The people you make a home with."

"Yes." Now Blaine knew right where this was going.

"I know that we decided that we'd take it slow and just live life and see how it plays out, but…" Kurt's speech was slow again, trying to test the words in his mind before he said them out loud, "do you think there's a chance that, sometime in the near-er future, we might, you know, possibly maybe look into, well, if you want to, if we could-"

"Kurt." Blaine stated gently.

Kurt's voice was barely above a whisper, "… do you ever think of us having a baby? A kid? Or… kids?"

Blaine pulled back. "I don't know, Kurt," he said solemnly, "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, how would we even start? I don't think you could handle it."

"Wha- what do you mean I couldn't handle it?"

"Well, you know… you're so skinny, I don't know if your stomach or your wardrobe could survive you swelling up like that."

Blaine looked down at his husband and caught a slight glint of a tear running down his cheek, reflecting the small sliver of moonlight coming in from the window.

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean… I was joking, darling," Blaine said as he wrapped Kurt in an embrace and pressed their bodies together, again running a hand through Kurt's smooth hair. "I think it's a wonderful idea. I really want that, too."

"R- really?"

"Of course. I want nothing more than to make a family with you, Kurt." He paused for a beat. "Can I suggest one thing, though?"

"What?"

"One year. Let's wait one year and then we can start looking into it. That'll give us plenty of time to find a good groove, living all on our own in the apartment now, plus getting used to working full-time jobs. Does that sound okay?"

"That sounds absolutely fine," said Kurt.

"And for the record, Kurt, I think that you will make an amazing father."

"You, too."

Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side, strong arms wrapped around each other. They were young, they were happy, and they were in love. Their life was perfect, just the way they wanted it…

…which is why the Fates must have picked their life to start stirring in.

A/N

Yay prologue! Geez it's already starting to get long… haha I really like writing this –I'll update as fast as I can!

Comments and constructive criticism are encouraged and much appreciated!

Much Love,

-RJW ;^)