Growing Up
"I normally wouldn't charge," Kurt tells Sam and Dave, "but Blaine and I could use the money. We're about to start a family."
"Congratulations!" Sam says. "Adoption or surrogacy?"
"Surrogate. We just set it all up with Rachel last week." Kurt has a giant smile on his face. "She's ecstatic. I couldn't believe she was willing to take a season off from theater in Chicago for this."
"What does Puck think about it?" Dave asks.
"He was super happy we would involve him and his wife in something so important to us. We asked him to be the godfather, and he cried. Rachel did say we'd have to raise the baby Jewish." Kurt shrugs. "I don't care that much. He or she will be able to make his or her own religious choices when he or she is older."
"How's Betty doing?" Sam puts in. "She's about to turn one, right?"
"Oh, she's great. She's adorable. She started talking – did you know her first word was 'Noah'? Rachel kept insisting it was 'no' until Betty was calling Puck that." Kurt looked around the room. "So Sam, you want to be in light gray?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then, David, we can't put you in black. I was thinking charcoal. Similar shading. We could do a lavender theme... gold trim..." Kurt's already lost to the nets of possibilities in a wedding.
"Okay," Dave says.
"You don't want something outdoors, do you?" Kurt asks.
"No," Sam answers.
"Well, you two need to make a guest list, so I can buy invitations and start looking at places."
Dave groans. Sam knows he got enough work from being a teacher. "Don't worry, baby, I'll do it." He pats Dave on the ass, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"You two are so handsy." He probably wishes Blaine were there.
"Well, he likes it, so he put a ring on it." Sam grins.
"Don't tell me about your sex life," Kurt replies, ignoring the allusion. Dave nearly chokes.
"I will leave you two to it," he says. Sam stops him from leaving.
"If you go, I will beg Kurt for a Pandora-planet-themed wedding. Everyone will have to come as Na'vi."
"I wouldn't let you," Kurt comments.
"Sam, I have a twenty page paper due in a week, and there's a half-graded stack of student papers upstairs. I trust you and Kurt to keep each other's crazy in check." He kisses Sam on the cheek, gives Kurt a wave and heads upstairs.
In about half an hour, Kurt leaves. Sam gets back to work for one of his commissions. The legal pad by his mouse slowly fills up with names. At some point, he falls asleep on the couch. He wakes up to Dave running a thumb over his lips.
"Wake up, beautiful." Sam smiles. "You're going to hurt your back like that." Dave kisses him. "You wanna order pizza?"
"Nah, I didn't exercise today." Dave frowns, remembering Sam's battle with exercise bulimia. "It's just an hour a day, baby."
"Salad and sandwiches?"
"In a minute." Sam pulls him down for another kiss, and then they just lie there, Dave's head resting on his chest. "How are those papers?"
"I used them as procrastination for my paper, so they're done."
"That's good."
"I fear for this country's future."
"Or maybe it's not good."
"I love these kids, but I hate being their teacher sometimes. What am I doing wrong? Why don't they get it?"
"Just get certified for AP or teach honors or something. The smart kids will get it." He plants a kiss on Dave's head. "Do we need dinner? Can't we just sleep right here?"
"I'm hungry, Sammy."
"Fine, baby." Sam stretches for a few minutes, and by then, Dave has a salad ready.
It's Tuesday, so it's Sleep (At Least) Commando night. They're snuggled up next to each other, naked. Sam's the big spoon, and he's massaging Dave's leg.
"You're gonna look so sexy with your hair slicked back," Dave says.
"You're going to look great in a charcoal suit. You should wear a tie that matches my suit, though – and I'll wear one that matches yours."
"Yeah, we still need to buy my ring. We're gonna get new ones for the wedding, right?"
"Yours should say 'Hello Sweetie' in Old High Gallifreyan."
"You are not Professor River Song."
"But you're my Doctor." Dave wiggles, and Sam squeezes him more tightly. "Too bad neither of us is getting a name change."
"We could, if Ohio pushes the damn bill through." He looks back at Sam, a smile on his face. "You can't take my name; you're already the housewife."
"That is so unfair," Sam scoffs. "You make dinner more than I do."
"You clean."
"I work at home! I need a clean workplace, or I can't focus."
"I would take your name," Dave whispers, and Sam kisses his shoulder.
"I love you."
"Sam," Dave says quietly. "There's a kid in my first hour class, Aiden Stravinsky. I think he's gay and struggling with it. I don't know what to do."
"Have you said anything to him?" Sam remembers his own problems with his bisexuality when he was a teen. Dave's are just as vivid: the panic attacks, the bullying, the constant fear. College was a real turn-around for him. It was Dave's chance to reinvent himself, and he let loose.
"I told him he can talk to me about anything. I doesn't feel like enough."
"Just wait. Maybe he'll talk to you. It's all you can do."
"I feel so responsible -" His voice was husky and raw.
"You're not. All you can do is be there, okay baby?"
"I love you."
