"Honey, I'm home!"

He'd said it once as a joke. But when it resulted in Blaine poking his head out from the kitchen with a huge smile on his face, then rushing to catch him in a kiss before he'd even got his coat off, Kurt couldn't stop himself from saying it again and again. Now it was part of their routine.

But today Blaine didn't come bounding into the hallway. Kurt hung his jacket up with no interruptions. It was weird.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

The answer came from the living room. Kurt followed the voice, judging himself for being so disappointed that Blaine wasn't cooking. He found him lounging on the sofa on his stomach, his nose buried in a book.

"You know, if you keep that up you'll start thinking for yourself, and as the man of the house I just can't have that."

"Hmm? Oh. Ha. Good day?"

Kurt frowned.

"Not bad. Busy. Shall I fix us something for dinner?"

Blaine didn't even look up.

"Don't you wanna know about my day?"

Kurt squatted next to him, kissing his temple. Blaine's mouth twitched into a half smile as he caught a glimpse of Kurt's trousers tightening around his thighs, but he regained his composure and went back to his book. Kurt frowned a little harder.

"Is something up? Are you mad at me? If you had something planned you can cook-"

"No, darling, I'm not mad. I'm just reading. Something arrived for you; it's on the coffee table."

Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the dark box on the table. It looked like a jewellery box, something for a watch or a bracelet. Kurt ignored it and focused on Blaine.

"That doesn't matter. What's wrong?"

"It might be important."

"Blaine-"

Blaine groaned with exasperation and dropped his face on the pages. When he bobbed up again he was grinning.

"Ugh, Kurt, will you just hurry up and ask my how my day was?"

"Blaine, have you lost your mind? Should I look in the box or ask about your day or go make dinner?"

Blaine snapped the book shut and chucked it carelessly on the floor. He hadn't been able to read a single word for half an hour anyway; he was too excited. He sat up an took Kurt's hands.

"I can't play this game anymore. I'm too impatient and you're too blind. My day was eventful. Because someone brought that box over."

"Who?"

"Rachel."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"No."

Blaine nodded vigorously.

"Yep."

Kurt grabbed the box and flicked it open to reveal a plastic stick with a purple tip and a tiny window. A tiny window with a little pink plus sign. He looked up at Blaine again.

"Fuck off!"

"Never!"

"We're-"

"We're pregnant!"

Kurt dropped the box on the floor and scooped Blaine into his arms, burying his face in his neck. Blaine beamed over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe it, Blaine, I, I love you so much-"

"I know, honey. I love you too."

"I can't believe I just told you to fuck off. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. And dinner's already in the oven."

Kurt managed to move his lips to Blaine's mouth without pulling out of the embrace. He kissed him like he was everything, like he never wanted to stop. He didn't care about dinner. He didn't care about anything but his family.