For those of you who have read either of my past stories: please note that this is not a continuation of either of them.
I anticipate this story to be around 15ish chapters long; reviews determine how fast I write/ whether I finish. (Sorry to be that person…)
Too many mPreg stories spend excess time explaining mPreg… I've decided to write this in a universe where mPreg is normal.
T for general content/ later chapters.
**(Established relationship, mPreg, doctor!Blaine)**
Note: sorry if this was unclear, based on the comments it was, anyway: this fic will be mPreg!Kurt... Blaine is the supportive hubby/ primary physician :)
ALSO- I recently edited chapter 2. Please reread :)
MARCH
Kurt removed the used K- cup from the Keurig and widened the hole in the tin foil with the tip of his thumb. He raised the small, plastic container to his nose, shut his eyes, and deeply inhaled the delicious, morning- time scent of hazelnut dark roast.
A laugh from behind him shook him out of his haze.
"You are so weird."
Kurt swung around and settled on the sight of Blaine cracking up at his morning routine.
"Don't knock it till you try it." Kurt replied quickly, reclosing his eyes and taking another inhale.
Blaine walked over, lifted the cup from Kurt's grasp, and tossed it lightly into the trash can. He spoke before Kurt could protest.
"It's not good for your lungs, babe. All those little coffee grinds… what's wrong with smelling the coffee itself?" He kissed Kurt on the cheek and handed him the freshly brewed cup out of the Keurig.
"The steam makes the tip of my nose damp." Kurt replied honestly, taking the cup from Blaine.
Blaine cracked up again as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk. His hand reached out to cover the one Kurt was using to hold the coffee, and he pulled the cup back to the table before adding a dash of milk- just the way Kurt liked it.
Kurt smiled, content at their in- sync- ness. "Thank you."
"Mhmm…" Blaine replied, now distracted by the buttons on his jacket he was desperately trying to fasten.
Kurt put down the coffee and shook the sides of Blaine's jacket free of his clumsy grasp. He swiftly buttoned up the white coat Blaine was wearing- Dr. Blaine Anderson was sewn into the upper right corner.
"What time will you be home tonight?" He asked, completing his task and then taking a large gulp of coffee.
Blaine opened the refrigerator to put the milk away and to grab the bread. "I'm not sure. I should be back by bedtime, though" He placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed down the lever on the side before turning back to the fridge and getting out the jelly.
Kurt took another sip of coffee, determined to hide his frustration. Blaine was an attending at a hospital in Manhattan, and had been for the past two years. Most days he was home before dinner, but whenever new residents began to filter into their newly aquired positions, Blaine would stay at the hospital later and later, unwavering in his desire to make the newbies the best doctors they could be.
Kurt always accepted this at first, but Blaine tended to hover over the residents just a bit longer than they ever needed. While most attendings only held residents' hands for a week or so, Blaine made them his personal projects for the whole first month of their new jobs. His current batch of newbies had been at the hospital for over two weeks already.
Blaine peeked over at Kurt and chuckled. "Hide behind that coffee mug all you want, honey; I know you're irritated with me."
"It's not that… well, not really…" Kurt said, pulling out Blaine's toast and getting a knife from the drawer to spread the jelly.
"Can't you just let them fly solo already? I feel like I only see you in the mornings whenever the hospital takes on new residents." Kurt said, handing Blaine the jelly toast.
Blaine stopped himself from responding right away, taking into consideration Kurt's patience throughout his busy medical career while simultaneously juggling their shared condo's upkeep and his own Broadway/ off Broadway livelihood.
"…I guess they could spend one evening on their own." Blaine said, walking over to Kurt, who had, since asking, occupied himself with the dishes in the sink.
"Wait, what?" Kurt turned to look at Blaine, who was now sitting on the counter next to the sink eating the toast to hide his smugness.
It was far from the first time Kurt had asked Blaine to come home early from work, but this was the first time Blaine had ever agreed. He loved Kurt more than anything, but he took his job seriously. He had all weekends off, but he understood Kurt wanting to see him more; especially with Kurt's performances landing most frequently on the weekends.
Kurt stood on his tip toes to reach Blaine's lips and kissed the jelly off of them whispering 'I love you' and 'thank you' in between pecks.
Blaine laughed, kissing him back playfully while sliding off the counter and back onto his feet where he could better embrace Kurt.
"Of course, love. I'll plan something special—something fancy, in the heart of the city." Blaine moved his lips to drag down Kurt's neck, intensifying their interaction. Kurt leaned into him and let his head fall back.
"And then, of course, after dinner, we could do something even more fun…" Blaine whispered lightly into Kurt's ear.
Goosebumps rose all over Kurt's neck while Blaine kissed his cheek and earlobe.
They both felt that they could have stood there in one another's arms all day, but it was Kurt who brought them both back to the reality of their demanding lives.
"I'm going to be late for rehearsal." Kurt was currently involved in an off Broadway production- a play about political scandals.
Blaine finished his passionate assault with one final, deep kiss before releasing Kurt and beginning his daily scramble for the keys to their car. He took their silver charger in the mornings and Kurt took the subway because the theater he was currently in rehearsed just down the street- that, and, he loved the city vibe. Blaine was more reserved- he preferred the car. He asked Kurt every morning if he wanted to be dropped off, though, insisting it was safer and cozier.
"They're on the coffee table," Kurt remarked, moving to the other room to grab his bag.
"Oh. Thanks," Blaine said, walking towards the door, "can you please just let me drive you today? I worry about you... it's so dirty in the subway."
"I'm fine honey. You know I like the subway," Kurt followed him outside and they hugged a final time before they departed their separate ways for work.
"Remember to stay-"
"Well behind the yellow line," Kurt finished for Blaine. "I know. I won't fall on the tracks. I'm a grown man. Relax, babe." Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine's nose.
"I know, I know. Be careful though." Blaine said. He had seen too many subway accidents come into his ER to not worry about Kurt's safety every morning.
"I love you." Blaine said, smiling widely.
"I love you too" Kurt said, "see you tonight. Have fun at work."
If you have already read chapter 2, (before 7/4/14,) re-read it! I edited it heavily.