I'm folded in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days

-Snow Patrol – The Golden Floor-

It's supposed to be a lazy Sunday.

It starts out as a lazy Sunday, the typical Sunday where Kurt and Blaine wake up half an hour before Liza does, just so they can cuddle before she'll jump on the bed and squeezes herself in between them.

They're daughter is so predictable, if she isn't jumping on the bed 20 seconds after the clock turns to 7.00am, there is something wrong.

She'll jump for a good five minutes and then falls between them, forcing them apart and every Sunday morning Kurt will hope Blaine did not forget to put on underwear this time.

Because she has asked on more than one occasion why daddy sleeps naked sometimes and sometimes not.

Kurt can only imagine her face, if she'll ever realize it when she's older.

Today is such a day, Blaine nuzzles his face in Kurt's neck and Kurt immediately asks him.

"We went straight to sleep last night," Blaine answers lazily and Kurt smiles. Yes, they went straight to sleep, because they were so freaking tired.

He totally forgot they had an entire day at the zoo and a daughter that refused to go to sleep later.

"I love you," he says dully, because there's not really an occasion and he just wants to say it.

"Me too," Blaine says as he shuffles even closer to Kurt.

"Mm'goin' back to sleep", Blaine mutters but Kurt protests.

"No you're not, you're going to lay here with me and wake up. You're always cranky when you wake up and I don't want you cranky around our daughter."

"Why can't she just sleep in like normal people?" Blaine asks, "I need my sleep on a Sunday."

Kurt giggles softly.

"You get to sleep in every other Saturday, don't complain."

"I know."

"Besides, if we're lucky we won't have any full nights of sleep in a few weeks."

Kurt feels Blaine smile against his neck, before he presses a soft kiss to it.

"I really hope she'll choose us."

"Me too," Kurt says and then he softly pushed Blaine away to create some space in between them, as he hears little footsteps in the hallway and seconds later their thee year old daughter is jumping on their bed.

"Daddy, daddy I had a weird dream."

"Is that so?" Blaine asks as he opens his eyes and smiles wide. He always smiles wide when he sees Liza.

"Yep, I dreamed I had a baby brother," she says and Kurt has to bury his face in his pillow to stop from smiling and groaning at the very same time.

Because he knows how badly she wants a baby brother or sister and he knows how badly Blaine and he want a second child, but it's not easy and now that they have the slightest chance of being chosen, they can't tell Liza.

They can't tell her that 'maybe', because she'll get too overexcited and she won't understand when they will be turned down again.

If.

If they were turned down again.

They try, really they try, to believe this time it will work out, since they were just so freaking lucky with Liza and hadn't been that lucky before. They just really want a sibling for their little girl and they don't want her to be older than four, because they want their kids to get along, to have someone to play with who likes the same things and who won't think what the other does is weird or childish.

They want this girl who is considering them right now to choose them, even if they know there's still another couple in the race.

They know how it works because they've been through it before, a year before they adopted Liza and they gave up.

They gave up until one day at their regular coffee shop one of the barista's had sat down with them and asked them how long they'd been together.

.

"Seven years," Kurt said, looking at the young barista with a questioning look, gripping Blaine's hand just a little tighter.

"Good." She said.

"Why is that good?" Blaine asked.

"Do you want kids?" She asked as if it were a completely normal thing to ask.

"We wanted," Blaine answered honestly and Kurt looked at him with wide eyes. Why, why would he lay their souls bare to this girl who couldn't be older than sixteen.

"Would you want to adopt my baby?"

Kurt choked on nothing in particular as she looked at them hopefully.

"It's just that I am really not in a place in my life where I can take care of a baby, but I want my baby to have it good and I see you guys in here every morning before you go to work or whatever and then you kiss outside on the sidewalk before walking off into different directions and you just both seem very sweet and caring and I heard you about kids somewhere last year and now I'm pregnant and I think you guys could take really good care of my baby so if you want the baby is all yours."

Kurt was still staring at her like he saw water burning, but Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's, to lay it on top of the barista's.

"Take a deep breath and tell me your name, sweetie," he said calmly and she complied.

"I mean it," she whispered, "and my name is Debbie."

"Well, Debbie, I'm really sorry to hear that your life took such an unpleasant turn while you are still in high school, but you are sort of springing this on us and we have to think about this. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes," she muttered, eyes cast down on the table and face beet red.

"We will be back here after the weekend, are you working on Monday?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I have to early morning shift before I go to school and then I'll be back from 4.30 'till closing time."

"We'll talk to you on Monday," Blaine said as he retracted his hand from hers and got up from the table, gesturing Kurt to do the same.

"See you Monday," he muttered and had no idea how quick to get out of the coffee shop.

.

And so the weekend was spent thinking, Monday had come with a decision and now a three year old girl is jumping on their bed.

Has been jumping on their bed for a good five minutes now, so she simply squeezes herself in between them, cuddles up against Blaine as she lays her tiny arm over Kurt's arm.

"I want a big bed like this," she sighs, a little out of breath and Blaine chuckles.

"One day you will have, but not for very long," he answers before he kisses the top of her head.

They lay in a comfortable silence for a while, but Kurt soon gets restless and suggests he makes breakfast.

Only for good measure, though, because he knows Liza will request an egg with breakfast and Blaine will merely smile at him knowingly.

"Can we watch cartoons, daddy?" she asks Blaine, who already has the remote at the ready.

Such a predictable little girl.

"Don't forget my egg papa!" she screams as Kurt scurries out of bedroom in his silk clad pajamas.

"Never," he sighs contently.

Their life really has gone better than they could have ever expected, growing up in Ohio.

Not even one nasty break up before they had their happily ever after.

Sure, there had been fights and make up sex, but they were mostly meaningless and solved within a week.

Sometimes they would fight for the sake of fighting, just because they needed it, needed to scream and be angry and they would laugh ten minutes into the heated exchange of words because they just couldn't swear, it was not them.

Some fights were real, and meaningful and life changing. Like the one they had over adopting or a surrogate. Almost, just almost they had given up hope, almost they had broken up when finally Kurt gave in.

Or not gave in, but changed his mind. Blaine was completely against a surrogate but Mercedes had been so willing and it was just the easy way out for Kurt.

.

"Don´t you remember Quinn, we could help girls like her instead of making our own baby and leaving that one girl who could use us alone."

"You weren't even here when Quinn was pregnant."

"I was there during her crazy year."

.

They did not see how to continue, maybe without children if they couldn't agree on the way to get them, but that was not really an option in either of their minds. If they were going to be together, they would be a family.

So the next best thing was not being together, they thought but it was hard.

Kurt had almost come to the decision to end it, as had Blaine and then Kurt ran into Quinn, who was having a nice weekend outing in the city with her new boyfriend.

"Imagine if I had kept Beth," she had said, "I would never have been able to be this young again."

He had come home that night, shining brightly and shushing the nervous Blaine with a passionate kiss.

"Let's sign up for adoption," he whispered and with that one sentence the air had been cleared.

They had signed up, tried for two years, gave up and a year later Liza had come along.

And now another girl is considering them, a sibling for Liza, a second child for them. Their house is big enough, they earn enough money to support two children fully, it really is all perfect.

Kurt slowly begins to set the table, makes sure the washing machine is running and watches the news before he actually starts up on baking the bread.

He knows his husband and his daughter and he knows they will fall asleep watching cartoons in the bed, before they wake up again at ten. He has plenty time to bake the bread, cook the eggs and make a fruit salad for lunch to bring to the park.

They have a Sunday routine, like they have a routine for every day, so he is a bit startled when the phone rings at 9.30 and he hears Blaine scurrying out of bed.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt says airily as he answers the phone to an unknown number.

"Hello Mr. Hummel," sounds a young and unsure voice, "this is Jayleigh, the pregnant girl."

Kurt's eyes go wide before he realizes she can't see that.

"I know who you are, Jayleigh, but I think all contact should be going through the adoption agency."

He hears Blaine stop dead in his tracks just a few steps away from him.

"Well they gave me your number."

"Okay. What are you calling for?"

"I was wondering if maybe I could meet you."

Her voice is still unsure, but she seems to gather some courage from the fact Kurt isn't harsh or anything.

"Of course, I'm sure we could set up a meeting."

"I'm actually only in the city today and tomorrow morning."

Kurt feels a set of arms slip around him, as Blaine rests his head on his shoulder and presses his ear against the other side of the phone.

"I'm sorry to be so sudden, but I was visiting my gran and then I suddenly got this idea to meet you and I only thought of it this morning."

Kurt turns his head slightly to look Blaine in the eyes, who shrugs behind him and has this look in his eyes that says 'we've had it weirder'. Which is true, a barista practically offering them her child.

"It's okay, Jayleigh, I'll text you our address. Do you think you can be here around 3, then you could see the house and meet our daughter. She sleeps from 1 to 2.30. Maybe you could take a walk in the park with us. That's what we do on Sunday afternoons."

"Yes thank you that is fine."

And then it's just the beep, she's hung up and apparently they are meeting her this afternoon at three.

"How do we explain this to Liza, though?" Blaine asks seriously.

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The house is always clean, they don't have to do any extra cleaning to impress Jayleigh and they tell Liza that a nice girl is going to spend the afternoon with them, nothing further because they don't want to get their hopes up.

Like clockwork Jayleigh rings the bell at three and as she comes through the door, Kurt already sees her pregnant belly before she even takes off her coat.

They lead her to the living room and offer her a slice of cake Kurt whipped together in a heartbeat, which she eagerly takes.

"I've been eating like a cow in heat," she says and it's all Blaine can do not to burst out laughing.

"Why are you here?" Liza asks suddenly.

"To get to know your daddies."

"Why do you want to?" she asks in a whiny voice.

"Because I want to know if they are nice."

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Because if you want a brother they have to be nice."

Blaine's cup of coffee drops to the ground, Kurt stumbles and almost falls over the rug and Liza asks why they have to be nice if she wants a brother.

"Because I only give my baby away to nice people," Jayleigh says, utterly unaware of what has just happened around her.

"Why do you want to give away your baby?"

"Enough questions, Liza, why don't you go play with your doll house sweetie?" Kurt asks.

"But I want to know why papa," Liza whines.

Jayleigh's eyes grow wide, only now aware of how she messed up.

"Sorry," she mutters as Blaine comes back from the kitchen with supplies to clean the coffee stain from the rug.

"Go sit with papa, Liza, then we'll tell you."

Liza does so without complaint, climbing into Kurt's lap and looking up at him expectantly.

"No, daddy will explain," he says, giving Blaine a death glare.

Blaine sighs deeply and starts to explain.

"This girl has a baby in her belly," he says.

"Like Jimmy's mom?"

"Like Jimmy's mom. Only Jimmy's mom can take care of the baby, but Jayleigh can't. She is too young and she doesn't have a nice house or money like we do. So she wants to give the baby a good life. That is why she is looking at families who can give the baby a good life and maybe that is us. She is here to get to know you, and papa. Maybe she will choose us as a family for the baby, but maybe she will choose another family."

Liza's mouth resembles a small 'o'.

Then she turns to Jayleigh.

"I dreamed about a baby brother last night," she says before she slides off of Kurt's lap and walks into her room as if that's that.

Kurt smiles.

"That went well."

They spend a bit more at the house, show Jayleigh the room that will become the baby (boy)'s room, show her the bathroom and some baby pictures from Liza. They ask Jayleigh when she is due and take her to the park.

With every word that comes out of the young girls mouth it becomes clear that she, like Debbie was, is really just looking for a place where her child can grow up and have a healthy, life and be loved. They tell her about the 'every other Saturday' arrangement they have with Debbie and tell her that it is completely up to her if she would want to see her child or not, no pressure at all.

Jayleigh ends up having dinner with them and as they bid her farewell they have a really good feeling about this.

There is one other couple from Michigan, where Jayleigh herself is from, and she is supposed to meet them later this week.

"I'll call you when I know," she says but Kurt promises her that it's best to arrange further things legally and through the adoption agency.

"Call them when you've made your decision," he says, "we'll hear from them and we'll talk to you again if you choose us."

They really think she mutters 'when', but they don't want to get too hopeful.

Still, that night after they have put Liza to bed they dance slowly to nothing in particular, just the humming of their soft voices, melting into each other.

"I really hope this is our son." Blaine whispers in Kurt's ear as they lay down on the bed, close together.

"So do I," Kurt says.

"I do hope he won't be eating like a cow in heat, though," Blaine chuckles softly.

"I feel like we'll be raising Brittany S. Pierce's son," Kurt answers with an equal soft laugh.

"She turned out fine," Blaine breaths.

"So will Mason."

"Hmm. Yes. Mason."

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A/N: Sweet first chapter to set up the story :). Hope you guys like it! It will become more dramatic, I promise. Not all fluff, lots of angst!

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