Title: The Bold, Wise Counselor, and the Perfect Warrior God Heard
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans
Rating: K+
Warning: Shameless fluff, mpreg.
Author's Note: So, I don't quite know where this came from, but I'm pretty sure if Kurt and Sam ever made babies together THEY'D BE THE CUTEST FREAKIN' THINGS EVER, Y'KNOW? The odd title comes from Kurt and Sam's name. They make the best baby-name math problem ever. Enjoy!
"Kurt, did you know that your name means bold, wise counselor?" Sam asked. He pushed the square glasses up his nose, squinting down at the pages of the book he had laid on his lap. He wasn't too near-sighted, but they did help when his dyslexic brain grew tired of reading so many words.
Kurt, from the kitchen, glanced through the doorway over at him with an amused smile, "Is that so?" He hummed in response. Sam nodded, watching Kurt's back with a small smile as he watched him cook. Whenever he'd turn towards one side or the other to grab a utensil or a spice or whatever he needed, Sam could admire the round swell of Kurt's stomach that was steadily growing with each passing day. Warm and cozy inside was their future son.
Sam remembered talking about kids in high school, about a year or so after they'd gotten together. He remembered the way Kurt's face had lit up when Sam had mentioned the prospect of adoption and they'd laughed and amused their way through the prospect of the different children they'd like to see in a family someday. Kurt wondered at the thought of a beautiful baby Chinese girl, and Sam really liked the thought of young Middle-eastern boy. When graduation came around, and college was fast approaching after the summer, the conversation had died down and was replaced by their studies.
Sam had received his associate's degree in Criminal Justice before entering the New York State Police Academy. At the same time, Kurt was majoring in Theater and Music and minoring in English Literature at Columbia University, not too far. Kurt adored his boyfriend in uniform. The deep blue made his eyes stand out and the blond hair just seemed to fit perfectly with the entire ensemble. That and Kurt liked to wear shirts that exclaimed NYPD whenever he was on campus.
Kurt graduated about two years after Sam had finished training, and received his first part in Chicago as Billy Flynn. He received raving reviews. It was all he needed to get himself started.
They'd settled down in a rather elegantly, simple apartment in the heart of New York City, near the station where Sam worked, and wasn't too much of a trek for Kurt to get to work. As the settlement descended upon them, Sam found he could think more clearly without the academy breathing down his neck and Kurt wasn't buried behind mounds of homework, and then contracts. About a month after their first rent payment, Sam bought the ring, and a week later, he was down on one knee in Central Park and hardly able to breathe when Kurt kissed him so hard and so long, it felt like he would never let go.
The wedding was small, but everything was so Kurt. It was beautiful. Everyone from Glee was there, and friends from college and officers from Sam's department, and their parents and some relatives. Sam's "best men" were his younger twin brothers, both whom had grown from the fighting over who got Sam's room when he left for the academy to mature, handsome young men. Burt had walked Kurt down the aisle, before giving away his son. Though, the "shotgun in the attic" smirk was still deep-set in his face.
About a year later, the subject of children came up again, something they hadn't talked about in years. Coincidentally, Kurt had also started up a strange stomach bug that had him missing morning appointments at the theater, yet preppy and feeling well by the afternoon. And had a strange craving for home fries and ketchup and chocolate milk.
They found out they were expecting about a month later.
"Yeah. Your name's German, apparently. And kinda Irish."
"Kinda Irish?"
"Yeah, well, it's Kurtis in Irish." Sam chuckled, leafing through the pages. They'd been looking through the book of names that Sam had picked up on the way home. Though, since the beginning of the pregnancy, they'd really been favoring Christopher.
"And my name means perfect warrior," He got a hum of approval from Kurt on that one, "And 'the one God heard'."
"Why? Because he noticed your 'abulous' body and left Adam in the dust?" Kurt turned the stove on low and came out into the living room. He settled down on the opposite end of the couch, shoving Sam's feet off to make room. Sam plopped them back onto Kurt's lap defiantly. Though, with the growing belly, there wasn't as much room as there had once been in his lap.
"So, that means if we decide to name the baby Christopher," Sam leafed through the book again and Kurt watched on, amused, "The wise, bold counselor plus the perfect warrior God heard equals... the bearer of Christ." Kurt raised a brow at him.
"That's quite a math problem."
"Well, I've always been good with math. It's words that are strange." Sam grinned confidently and buried his nose back into the book. He and Kurt were quiet for a long moment with the comfortable sound of the pasta boiling and the smell of sauce mixing, before Sam spoke again, "Christopher is also, apparently, the patron saint of travelers. Y'know, since he carried Christ and all. I guess." Sam shrugged and slowly inched some room between him and the cushions as Kurt wriggled in beside him, laying down and wrapping his arms about his torso. He followed Sam's eyes to the names across the book before stopping at Christopher.
"So, technically, that means that our kid is like... the bold, wise perfect Christ-bearing warrior that God heard?" Sam cocked his head and Kurt laughed, squeezing him tight, "His name would have to be, like... Kurchrisam to make sense of it."
"That's a horrid name." Kurt snorted, and buried his face into Sam's shoulder. Sam took the pen from the stack of papers on the coffee table that he'd been using earlier to do bills with, and began to scrawl in the margin of the book:
Bold, wise counselor
+perfect warrior that God heard
Christ bearer (?)
"That doesn't make any sense at all." Sam watched Kurt's nose wrinkle up in confusion and wrapped an arm around the younger man's shoulder, and it stretched down so that the palm laid against the prominence of his stomach, rubbing in awkwardly angled circles. Kurt placed his hand over Sam's.
"You really don't like Kurchrisam? Because I think that has some sort of ring to it, y'know?" Kurt punched him lightly in the shoulder, laughing. He took the pen from Sam's hand, and scrawled beside the strange, name-related math problem on the page.
Kurt
+ Sam
the cutest, best baby ever
Sam cocked his head and kissed the top of Kurt's, smiling, "I like that one. I think that one's my favorite."
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