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Here's Chapter 3. I've decided I'll post next chapters at random, that way you don't need to wait a week for such a short chapter.
Warning: suggestive themes and topics (T material though)
Pillow Talk and Pending Parenthood:
Chapter Three: Minor-Nervous-Breakdown Sex
"So Debbie seemed nice."
"Yeah she did."
"Do you think she liked us?"
"I don't know, I hope she did."
"Well of course you HOPE she did, but do you THINK she did."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Maybe? Oh, I knew we blew it."
"I didn't say we blew it…"
"But we did. We totally did."
"How Kurt? How did we blow it?"
"Well I don't know Blaine. If I had, I would have made sure it didn't happen."
"Is this still about Megan?"
"No!"
"Because that couldn't have been prevented Kurt."
"It's not about her…"
"Yes it is."
"Is not…"
"Oh Kurt."
*Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt.*
"So she didn't like us because we were gay, it happens."
"I hate when it happens."
"I know."
*silence*
"Debbie has a gay brother."
"Yeah, and…"
"What if HE wants to adopt? She'd totally pick him over us!"
"Kurt, he's 14."
"Oh right."
"I kinda love how worked up you're getting over everything."
*Blaine kisses the crook of Kurt's neck and shoulder.*
"You're trying to turn my minor nervous-breakdown into sex?"
"Well we ARE trying to have a baby."
"Haha, you're SO funny."
*Blaine takes Kurt's mouth with his and rolls on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kissed down his chest. Kurt moaned and ran his hair through Blaine's hair. Blaine had his fingers on the tie of Kurt's sleep pants…*
"Is the phone seriously ringing right now?"
"Didn't we have a rule about unplugging it when we were having sex?"
"And throwing it against the wall?"
*Blaine groaned and rolled to his side of the bed where the phone was plugged in.*
"Just hang up…"
"Hello? Oh hi."
"You're having a conversation? I hate you right now…"
"Yes, uh huh."
…
"Blaine, who is it?"
"Really?"
…
"Well that's excellent news."
"What is?"
…
"Yes, thank you for calling us immediately."
"About what!"
…
"You have a good night too."
*Blaine hung up the phone*
"You've missed your window of opportunity for 'Kurt-is-being-overdramatic-sex.' It's closed."
"Bummer, how about 'Kurt-and-Blaine-are-celebrating-sex?'"
"Why, what are we celebrating? Who was on the phone?"
"Kathy."
"Social Worker Kathy?"
"The very one."
"And?"
*Kurt was sitting up in bed now and Blaine was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.*
"We didn't blow it."
"We didn't?"
"Debbie picked us."
"She did?"
*Kurt leapt forward and hugged Blaine tight.*
"Now we just have to wait the remaining five months."
"Don't spoil my good mood, I'm not a patient being, Blaine."
"I'm sure I can take your mind off of that for a while…"
"Oh right. I do recall you promising that this called for celebration sex."
"Mhmm, where were we?"
"Wait!"
*Kurt unplugged the phone from the wall. Blaine laughed.*
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Well, you can imagine what happened then.