Hello, and welcome to our Fic. We first came up with this Fic through a Facebook page. For Klaine's one year anniversary they did a picture spam, and one of the photos they posted was of Kurt and Blaine walking with a small child in the middle of him. He had Blaine's curly hair and Kurt's amazing fashion sense. We always said that it should have happened, and so one day we came up with the idea to make a Fic about it. And so 'The Apple of our Eyes' was born.

I really hope that you enjoy reading it.

Thank you,

Neville and Luna

Prologue:

Blaine and Kurt got out of their pale blue MG and slowly walked, in perfect step with each other, up to the iron gates, the small brown and white stones crunching beneath their feet. They stopped. The inner diva draining out of them both. Blaine stood for a few seconds, and then slowly pressed the intercom button. The small, metal box crackled to life and a women's voice spoke to them.
'Hello?' it said.
Blaine leaned in towards the machine, 'Hi!' said the taller of the two, trying to cover his nervousness, 'Um, it's Kurt and Blaine, from Manhattan?'
'Oh yes!' exclaimed the voice hurriedly, 'Wait right there, I'll be out in five minutes.' and with that the box died with a small thudding sound.

Kurt started to inspect his fingernails and chew the skin off his bottom lip, a sure sign he was nervous. Blaine opened his eyes, looked at him and gave a small laugh, under his breath.
Reassuring himself as much as his best friend he said,
'It'll be fine. Trust me.' Kurt started to argue with him, but before he could get a word in Blaine delicately took Kurt's hand, and raised his eyebrows in a way to repeat what he had just said.

Kurt smiled at his true love and took a deep breath. A lady dressed in a black skirt suit came out of the wide front doors of the building in front of them. Kurt gripped at Blaine's hand until his knuckles were as white as marble and his fingers as purple as beetroot.
Neither of the men looked at the other.
'I love you...' Kurt whispered, sounding just as nervous as he looked.
'I love you too.' Blaine replied sounding rattled, all of his former calmness having just evaporated off him.

The women reached them, her black high heels pushing the stones under her feet around with a scrape, and opened the gates. Her mahogany hair was placed on top of her head in a bun, and her face had a glow from the excitement she was badly containing. She head out her hand with a big grin on her face.
'Hi, I'm Carol. Ben's social worker. We're so glad that we found someone for him! I can already tell that he will be perfect for the both of you.' after shaking both of the men's hands, she gestured for them to step inside.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, Kurt's worry written all over his face. Blaine passed his free hand through his unruly hair and then checked to make sure his wedding ring wasn't caught, as it quite often was when he ruffled his hair. Pulling together all of the courage and confidence inside, Kurt was the first one to speak.
'Let's do this.' His eyes shone with optimism and passion. Blaine nodded, the shudders down his spine making him incapable of speaking. With one final squeeze of each others hands, a few shaky, deep breaths and Kurt's final bite of his lips; they both took their first step into the grounds of the orphanage.