While I'm waiting to get my mojo back on The Heart of Life (so many obstacles after I swore it would never be two months between updates again! I promise it's coming soon), my brain created a new scenario in my head. This is the beginning; I'll probably jump around through their lives both before and after pregnancy. Hope it catches on with some of you!
Blaine never realized just how much things could change in one month. On July 1st, he was just a normal twenty-year-old man, soon to be a junior in college, working a summer job at the coffeehouse four blocks away, and living with his longtime boyfriend. Today, everything was different.
"Anderson!" his manager, Jim, called out as Blaine was leaning on the counter with his eyes closed. "I'm not paying you to nap on the clock, you know."
"Sorry," he grumbled, straightening his posture and twisting the silver band on his left hand. He glanced at the clock on the register and noted there were only ten minutes left in his shift. Ten minutes until he could go home and pass out.
Unfortunately, those ten minutes dragged on. A group of moms and their toddlers arrived, ordering plenty of drinks and cookies to satisfy everyone. Blaine kept busy making the double lattes and willing his nausea to go away. He had a feeling he was now permanently turned off of coffee just by the scent of it.
"Hey, cutie," one of the women drawled towards him. "Whatever you'd like, I'll buy it for you."
Blaine looked up and smiled at her. "Thanks, but I'm taken," he said, flexing his ring finger.
"That's alright, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
Just as he was tempted to give her the number of someone who would be interested, even if Puck still lived in Ohio, Katia came rushing out of the back room. "Hey, B! Anything going on?"
Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. "Nah, just finishing these ladies' drinks up before I head out for the day."
That peaked the woman's interest. "Really? Care to join us then?"
"Candy, leave the poor boy alone," one of her friends said as she walked up. "Donovan is getting cranky and I can't calm him down." The first lady huffed and walked towards where the group was seated. "I'm sorry, she's going through a divorce right now and has forgotten about tact. It's obvious you're taken."
"It was no problem," Blaine said as he poured the shots into the final cup and took the can of whipped cream out of the cooler. He noticed the baby perched on her hip mouthing on a teething ring. "She's beautiful," he said.
The new lady beamed and lifted her daughter up into an eskimo kiss. "She is, isn't she? Aren't you, Amelia?" she cooed.
"How old is she?"
"Seven and a half months. I swear, having her was the greatest moment of my life. Knowing she was growing inside of me and seeing her for the first time...it's surreal and I can't wait to do it again. Do you and your wife have children yet?"
Blaine bit his lip. "Er, no, not yet." He let go of the trigger on the can and set it down to place lids on each up. He grabbed a drink carrier and placed each one inside the cardboard. "And here you go, ma'am," he said, "have a good day!"
"You too, dear," she replied, juggling the baby back onto her hip to pick up the coffees. As she walked away the little girl stared back, chomping away on the plastic ring. Blaine waved at her and she grinned all the way to the high chair her mother placed her in.
Blaine smiled to himself as he wiped down the espresso machine and counter before Katia took over. He strolled to the back room to clock out for the day, picked up a banana nut muffin, and made the walk back to his apartment. He wasn't surprised when he threw the wrapper into a trash bin a block from home, as his appetite now was outrageous. Blaine made it to the apartment and retrieved the mail before making his way up to the second floor, thankful they didn't have a higher apartment even now.
Once Blaine unlocked their door and crossed through the threshold, he set his keys, phone, and the mail on the coffee table next to the closet and padded through the space to their bedroom. He pulled his apron off and set it on top of his dresser before opening up one of the drawers to take out a tank top and loose pants. Blaine was already dejected that a good chunk of his wardrobe was out of the question - even the khakis he'd worn to work that morning were a size bigger than normal and starting to feel snug - but the comfort of his loungewear helped a lot when he didn't plan on going out.
As he undressed he looked at his body in the mirror. Blaine had never had perfect washboard abs and always carried a tiny bit of weight there. Now, though, his stomach was becoming more prominent by the day. And this was only the beginning; who knew how big he was going to get in the coming months, especially in his situation? He pulled the pants and shirt on, noticing just how the black cotton clung to his new figure. He then went back to the living room, flipped the television on to Bravo, and laid down on the couch.
The next thing Blaine remembered was a hand caressing his shoulder. "Honey, wake up."
"Kurt?" Blaine yawned and stretched out. "What time is it?"
"6:30. The trains were insane today so I just got home," Kurt said.
Blaine sat up, too quickly for his head's liking. "Shit. I only meant to take a little nap and then start dinner, not two and a half hours. I'm sorry."
"Shh, shh, don't worry." Kurt's hands had formed a polar attraction to his stomach the last few weeks and were already rubbing it. "You need to take care of yourself first, love, not me. I can order in tonight, it's no big deal."
"Chinese?" Blaine asked, suddenly famished.
"Of course, baby." Kurt kissed him and stood back up. "You want your usual?"
"Yeah. Oh, and some pork lo mein."
"Got it." Kurt went to grab his phone and make the call to their regular restaurant. He placed the order, his eyes never once leaving Blaine.
Life had mysterious ways of turning everything around. On July 1st he was Blaine Anderson, theater student and devoted boyfriend. Now, July 31st, he was Blaine Anderson-Hummel, college dropout, newlywed, and ten and a half weeks pregnant with twins.
