** I wrote this chapter about two years ago and then gave up on the story. I've completely finished it now, so it will be updated regularly! Please note that this is a movie/show adaptation, so if you're not into that kind of story, I'd back away now. The characters will be OOC.
When Blaine came home that evening, after a long day of work and an insanely long trip to the grocery store, he did not expect to find his husband sitting on the floor of their apartment's small bathroom, covered in only a towel and looking close to tears. "Hey," he said quietly, moving to sit beside Kurt.
The other man sniffled before looking up and meeting Blaine's gaze. "Hey."
"Why aren't you cooking? Nick and Jeff are going to be here in an hour."
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath before holding up the negative pregnancy test. Blaine looked it over before giving his husband a small smile. "There's only one stripe. That means you're not pregnant, right?"
"Don't look so happy," Kurt replied, turning his head away from the other man.
"I'm not. I-" Blaine paused, turning his head as well. "Look, you were the one who said you didn't want to have a baby until we were able to move."
"Ok, so, let's go. Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere where we can have some space and, you know, maybe some trees," the glasz eyed man said, looking up at his husband.
"That would be great, Kurt, but how are we going to do that?"
"All I know is that I want to have a baby and I don't want to raise it here."
Blaine gave Kurt a small smile and helped him get to his feet.
"The suburbs. Are you sure?" Jeff said simply. The blond man and his husband, Nick, had finally arrived for the dinner Kurt and Blaine had put together. The couples had been friends since high school. Currently Jeff was leaning against a large wooden beam that stood just outside the apartment's kitchen. Nick was seated at the small table, sipping at the drink Blaine had made him. Blaine was cutting limes while Kurt walked away from the counter and to the cabinets.
"No," Blaine answered shortly.
Kurt pulled two more glasses from the cabinet before turning around. "No, we are just going to check it out.
Moving his gaze to Kurt, Nick asked, "what about The Commons?"
Jeff shook his head at his husband. "Oh, don't put them through that."
"Why? What is it?" Kurt asked.
"A couple of years ago, we started looking around and we found this place. We fell in love with it. Incredible schools, the best sports programs, and the homes are amazing." Nick said, longing clear in his voice.
"So, what happened?" Blaine asked.
"They loved us and Jeff thinks I'm crazy, but I swear they lost interest when he started blabbing about how we didn't want to have a second child." The other man said, smiling at his blond husband.
"They were a bunch of uptight snobs. Excuse me for being honest, you know? Go ahead and check it out. I wouldn't live there now if you paid me." Jeff said, looking over at Kurt and Blaine.
"The Commons, huh?" Kurt said softly.
Kurt grinned at Blaine as they drove. "I have a really good feeling about this place," he said, talking over Lady Gaga's newest song.
"Even after what Nick and Jeff said?"
The brunet shrugged, "it just wasn't right for them. That does not mean it won't be right for us."
Blaine sighed. He had a weird feeling about this place. Not quite sure why, he tried his best to ignore it, and make Kurt happy. Glancing over at his husband, he smiled. "Maybe. I just can't get used to living in the suburbs."
Kurt reached over and placed his hand over Blaine's on the steering wheel. He gave it a light squeeze before saying, "keep an open mind. You may end up loving it."
The drive lasted another hour before they arrived in front of a large iron gate. "This must be it," Blaine said. They sat in silence for a moment, unsure of how to get inside before Blaine spoke up again, "now what?"
"Is there a doorbell or something?" Kurt asked, looking around at the gate and bushes surrounding it.
A moment after Kurt spoke, the gates began to open. "Ok, that's weird," Blaine stated.
"I guess that means we can go in," The other man said happily, a large smile on his face.
Blaine hummed and drove the car through the gates, which quickly closed behind them.
The men watched the people of the neighborhood going about their business as they followed a slim blonde woman named Quinn. A small group of children were outside playing with each other and a couple of people were hanging wreaths on their door.
"The Commons was created on the basis of a growing need for family values. Now, I'm sure you grew up in a neighborhood like I did where neighbors look out for one another and, well, crime is something that happens in another part of town." Quinn told them, looking over her shoulder and giving the two a sweet smile. "These ideals are the cornerstone of what we're all about."
Kurt's smile had continued to grow as he took in all the woman was telling them and everything he saw. "That sounds amazing," he gushed.
"So why did the previous owners leave?" Blaine asked.
They came to a stop in front of a large house, the same as every other house in the neighborhood. "Business," The blonde said as she turned to face the couple. "He was transferred. Here we are, come on." She gestured to the house and began the walk up the driveway.
When Kurt began to follow after her, Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. "Don't get your heart set on this, ok?" He said.
Kurt just continued to smile, pausing for a moment before turning and pulling Blaine up the driveway. "Did I mention that the previous owners couldn't take their furnishings, so if you like it, it comes with the house." Quinn said as they stepped into the living room.
The house seemed to be beautifully furnished. It had a homey feel without any personal items around from the last owners. Every room was tastefully decorated and Kurt instantly fell in love with it.
"Take your time, explore," Quinn told them, watching as the two moved around the living room and into the kitchen.
The taller man suddenly latched onto Blaine's arm. "Look at this kitchen! Bet you the closet space is just amazing!" Kurt exclaimed. "There's a fireplace! Sit, sit." He said, leading his husband into the den and pulling him down to sit on the couch.
"We do not belong here," Blaine said, looking around the large room. He looked over to see Kurt grinning and giving him a small nod.
"Well, what did you think?" Quinn asked as they came back into the living room.
Blaine looked at Kurt once more before speaking to Quinn, "I'm sorry, but I think we've wasted your time."
"We were just wondering if maybe there was something a little bit smaller," Kurt spoke up, giving the woman a hopeful look.
"I'm afraid this is the only home available. You guys are what, 25, 26? No kids, but you want to start a family someday?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, that's why we're here, but this is just too much." Blaine stated.
Quinn gave them another sweet smile. "Well, we've helped a lot of couple buy new homes here, couples just like you. Do me a favor? Fill out an application. What have you got to lose?"
She watched as the two looked at each other, Kurt giving Blaine a pleading look and Blaine looking unsure before finally nodding.
Two days later, Blaine came home to find Kurt popping open a bottle of champagne. "We did it, we got the house!" Kurt exclaimed.
"The Commons?" Blaine asked, walking over to his husband quickly.
"Yes!" The taller man said happily, rushing into Blaine's open arms and hugging him tightly. "It's going to be so amazing." The two shared a few soft kisses before loosening their hold on each other and simply standing in each others arms.
The next day, Blaine and Kurt were back at The Commons, going over the loan agreement. "Wait a sec. These great loans, way more house than we could afford anywhere else. What's the catch?" Blaine asked.
Before Quinn could answer, Kurt quickly turned to Blaine. "What are you doing?"
"No, it's ok. I understand. Buying your first home is a little scary, buyers jumping through hoops and everyone making a quick profit. We'll make our profit too, but buying a house is not about money. It's about security, comfort, and family. You want a catch, Blaine? Here it is. We can't survive without people like you investing in our community and that investment is the life you create here." The blonde woman explained.
"Now, here's a socioeconomic breakdown of our residents. When I said this was a planned community, that was an understatement. We are a finely tuned microcosm based upon hundreds of years of research in communal living, from African tribes to medieval villages to the American suburb. The Commons has thrived for the last twenty years because we know precisely what it takes to make a community work and right now, that's you." Rummaging through her desk drawer, Quinn pulled out a large spiral bound book and passed it over to Kurt. "Based on seventy-three separate criteria, as a couple, you meet our needs by ninety-seven percent."
Looking away from the book for a moment, Kurt met Quinn's gaze. "So if we don't do this right now, what are the chances of us meeting your needs again?"
"You're more likely to be struck by lightning while holding a winning lottery ticket," The blonde said, laughing lightly.
Kurt smiled before turning his attention to Blaine. The two shared a long look before Blaine spoke, "you sure that this is what you want?"
The other man nodded, "I want this for us." The two stared into each other's eyes for a few more moments before they turned back towards the desk.
Kurt watched as Blaine signed the agreement papers with a grin on his face.