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When Blaine got up to open his dormitory door at Dalton after a knock-his first thought was that a huge bouquet of flowers had grown legs and walked here. Leaping back a little in surprise-Blaine eventually saw the very top of a young woman's head behind it, wearing a cap with the name of a florist on it. She quickly neatened the flowers, holding them out, looking expectantly at him.

"Mr Blaine Anderson?"

"What's going on, man?" called Wes from behind him-then his mouth fell open as he saw what had turned up at the door. Dropping the stupid sock-fight he'd been having with David, he turned to watch keenly as a bemused Blaine took the flowers, thanked and tipped the girl, then closed the door behind her.

"Woah!" David exclaimed as Blaine set the heavy flowers curiously down on his freshly-made bed. They were colourful, bright and fragrant-but perfectly matched and tasteful. Cautiously, Blaine smelled them, drinking in their sweet scents. "Somebody loves you a lot!"

"No prizes for guessing who…" Wes grinned, admiring them.

"Who?" David asked, a little dumbly.

"Well," Wes pretended to think hard, screwing up his face, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's only an idea…but I think the sender has brunette hair, pale skin, is cuter than a guinea pig and succeeded in turning our Blaine here into a goofy cheese ball…Hmmm…" He tapped his head, still mocking deep thought.

"Shut up, you guys," Blaine was confused. What about what had happened yesterday, when Kurt had looked so troubled, running away without a word? And now, at lunchtime today, he'd suddenly had a load of obviously expensive flowers delivered to his dormitory?

"Ooooh, look, there's a note!" Wes snatched the small card covered with Kurt's neat, blue, italic writing. "Dear Bwainey Bear, I wuv you sooooooooo soooooooooo much, kiss kiss kiss kiss!-ouch!"

Blaine had to use brute force to obtain the note before Wes could "read" any more. After he'd been fully subdued, Blaine finally sat down on his bed, cross-legged, and, covering it over carefully with one hand, read the note as quickly as he could:

Dear Blaine,

I'm so sorry for the way I acted yesterday-that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and I was really ungrateful.

I'm so delighted that we've almost reached our first anniversary, and of course I want to mark the occasion and make it really special.

I'm sorry! Can you forgive me? :'(

I love you so much

All my love,

Your Kurt

Blaine smiled, feeling warm and nice inside. Of course he forgave him-how could he not? He was still awfully concerned about why Kurt had run off like that…but he'd quiz him later. It looked like the great Kurt-and-Blaine Anniversary Project was still on…Beaming like an idiot, he held the note to his heart-without thinking about who was still watching.

"Ooooooooohhhh!" Wes sang annoyingly, making stupid faces. "Kurtsie I looooovvveeee you!"

"Kurtsie I dooooooooooooooo!" David sang, clutching his heart melodramatically.

"When we're apart, my heart beats only for yooooooouuuuuuuuuu!" they warbled together, harmonising the last note and doing jazz hands, laughing like drains.

"Hey!" Blaine tried to sound authoritive-but he could feel his cheeks burning as they chortled. "Shut up, the pair of you!"

"Neeeeeeeeear, faaaaaaar, whereeeeeeeeeeeeever you are, I belieeeeeve that my heart wiiiiilllllll gooo oooooonnnnn!" David sang in a ridiculous falsetto, fluttering his eyelashes and giggling like a schoolboy, rolling around on the bed.

"Guys!" Blaine felt his blush turn even deeper.

"Oooooohhh, Kurtie Kitten, I wuvvv you so, so, so, so much!" Wes gushed in a pretty accurate imitation of the voice Blaine sometimes used when talking to Kurt. "You're sooooooooo adorable! I love you always and forewa!" he lisped, making a heart with his hands.

"Shut up!" Blaine tried to look serious-but he couldn't help but laugh at their capering around the room like clowns.

"We have to listen to this drivel every night-I think we're due some revenge!" David sat down on his bed, crossing one leg over the other, eyes wide and innocent, looking adoringly at Blaine. "Ooooooooh, Bwainey, you're so hunky and gorgeous and utterly fabulous!" he simpered, flicking his hair in an astonishing bang-on impression of Kurt. "I want to live with you in an enchanted castle forever and ever!"

Blaine tried to keep his face blank-then, he couldn't help it-he cracked up laughing. "That's so mean!" he spluttered.

"Oooooooooooh, Kurtie baby, I love you-ALMOST as much as I love this bow-tie!"

"Shut it!"

Blaine hit Wes hard with a pillow-and then all hell broke loose.

Quietly turning the lock, Kurt crept into his house-to find Carole sat at the kitchen table with her work lap-top. She looked up, surprised.

"Kurt? What are you doing home at lunchtime?"

"Forgot my Calculus book," he explained, grabbing it off of the side board and smoothing the crinkled cover out.

"Okay…" Carole paused a second. "I heard you being sick again this morning,"

"Hmm…" Kurt tried not to think about his morning up-chucking sessions. But Carole didn't push it.

"Well, as long as you feel okay now…"

Suddenly-Kurt dropped the heavy textbook with a crash onto the sideboard.

Carole gasped, springing up. "Kurt, are you alright?"

Kurt stared at his step-mother, eyes wide and shocked. "What-" he began shakily. "are you wearing?"

A pause-then Carole breathed out heavily, half relieved, half insulted. "What? I'm only in the house,"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," Kurt took her hand firmly, leading her upstairs so she could not protest. "Every moment in your life is an opportunity for fashion,"

A few minutes later, Carole sat at the foot of her bed, watching as Kurt rifled through her wardrobe expertly, picking up and discarding items while hanging the passable on the front. It was a little annoying-but it was lovely to see Kurt being his old self, the old fashion guru with an eye sharp as a knife and impeccable taste which would put a lot of professional designers to shame.

"Fabulous," he approved once she'd dressed in the winning outfit, standing up behind her in the mirror and applauding proudly. "Oooh, put on this scarf," He threw a floral green scarf to her. "Perfect. If I say so myself,"

Carole giggled a little. Well. They were just clothes. But it was great to see Kurt smiling.

"Yep," He coughed a little. "Being called Nana will totally cramp your style, though,"

Carole looked up. "Really? I-I mean, I wasn't sure, what with me not being you real-"

"Carole," Kurt squeezed her shoulder. "Of course you are this kid's grandmother. Genetic or not,"

Beaming for a second-Carole stopped. "So you're…not considering adoption?" she asked delicately.

"No," Kurt answered firmly.

"Oh…but what about drama school? Broadway?" She didn't want to sound like she was forcing him-but she did want to make his decision clear.

Kurt paused. From the look in his eyes, it was clear he'd been thinking about this. But he flicked his hair dismissively. "I'll find a way," he said, determinedly.

Carole nodded uncertainly.

"Look, I'm not going to go through everything to have this baby, only to give it away," he said steadfastly. "And…you know how hard it is for men to conceive-this could be my only chance to have a baby naturally with the person I love,"

Carole didn't say anything. But she couldn't help but wonder if the person Kurt loved was going to be anywhere near as sure…

"Anyway," Kurt picked a hat from the hooks on the back of the door and arranged it at the best angle on Carole's curly hair. "Just because you're going to be a granny, doesn't mean you have to dress like one. We'll leave that to Rachel,"

Carole giggled a little again…but she looked sadly at her step-son, thinking about the choice he'd made, and how big an effect it would have on the rest of his life…he was so young…

But he had an old head on those shoulders.

"It's not easy, you know…" she told him. "Being pregnant, having a baby…the whole way you see the world changes…"

Kurt nodded, looking down. "I know,"

"And then there's the stretch marks…the mood swings…the cravings…the getting really annoyed at next to nothing…all the things you can't do…then there's the crying at three am, the stickiness, the vomiting on your shirt, the near constant attention needed…"

Kurt didn't say a word.

Carole paused. Then, in a small voice:

"…I won't tell you it's not worth it, though,"

Eyes flicking up, Kurt listened intently.

"It's hard, honey, one of the hardest things anyone could do…but it's so worth it...I wouldn't have missed a single second of it for the world,"

Kurt again didn't say anything. But he squeezed her shoulder. "Thank you,"

Carole reached up and took his hand on her shoulder. There was a short silence as they looked into the mirror together, as if posing for a portrait "Have you had your lunch yet?" she asked gently.

"Urm…"

Carole raised an eyebrow. "You do know how important it is to eat properly? Not for you, for-"

"I know! I always eat really healthily,"

"Endless salads won't cut it for a growing baby, you know?" Carole said meaningfully. "You need to make sure that kid's getting everything it needs. Come on, I'll make you some food,"

Warily, Kurt followed her back downstairs. "I only want to put on the weight that I have to,"

"Come on, honey," Carole raised another eyebrow. "The cravings can be fun…I used to tell Finn's dad that I was craving Ben and Jerry's ice cream…and that washing up made me feel sick…"

Kurt looked shocked-then started giggling. "You didn't!"

"I did," Carole grinned guiltily. "He believed me and everything, bless him…used to go out to the shops and buy it for me-and I got eight months off the washing up!"

Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "Oh dear, you are bad!"

They had a bit of a giggle together as Carole began preparing lunch, glancing at the clock. "You've got ages until you need to go back. I'll give you a lift,"

"Okay," Kurt nodded, starting to help her. They worked in comfortable silence for a while. But Kurt's mind was still full. It all seemed even more real now, with Carole telling him all this. Even though he'd only known for sure for twenty-four hours, he'd really known for weeks-but the reality of it was still coming to him. And he still needed to tell Blaine. What would he tell him? Blaine was gay-he wouldn't even have considered this possibility. How would he take it? Would he be mad? What would he say? Moreover-how would he really feel about it? Especially as Kurt was keeping it…He had this fantasy that they could be a family together-but would Blaine really want that? Would he…leave him? With their baby? Surely not…but so many guys did...

Oh God, how the hell would he tell him...

No sooner had Kurt opened the front door later that evening that Blaine threw his arms around him, kissing him full on the lips. "Thank you for the gorgeous flowers-and of course you're forgiven,"

"Oh!" Kurt squeaked in surprise. "Careful!"

Immediately, Blaine sprang back a foot. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously.

"No, no!" Kurt quickly smoothed his hair and smiled at his boyfriend stood nervously on the doorstep. Blaine finally grinned back, looking like a devoted puppy dog. "Are you okay?" he asked, with gentle concern.

"Fine," Kurt beamed back as convincingly as he could. But Blaine was not satisfied.

"Come on, baby, what was wrong yesterday?" he asked, taking Kurt's hands in his. "What's up?"

"Nothing!" Kurt insisted. "Nothing, I'm absolutely fine!"

Blaine wasn't persuaded. "I'm worried about you, angel. You're not yourself," He looked searchingly at him.

"Blaine! I'm fine!" Kurt made a big, jazz hands gesture.

"Kurt-"

Leaning forward quickly, Kurt kissed him to shut him up. "Come on, Romeo, let's just have a nice evening," He quickly assumed an excited, keen-to-go-out persona to distract him. "Where are you taking me?"

…

Fifteen minutes later, Kurt and Blaine strolled up a leafy green hill in the park, loosely holding hands and laughing together at something. The wind blew through their hair gently-it wasn't freexing, but pleasantly cool as the leaves above their heads softly rustled. It was just about twilight, so peaceful. They'd been walking for ages, but the time had flown. From their position climbing the foresty hill, Kurt could hear children playing in the distance, dogs barking, an old woman swearing at a youth for bumping into her. It was lovely, just being with Blaine, just being together, and knowing that he was loved. Leaving all his fears behind for a while.

"Right! Close your eyes!" When they'd almost reached the top of the hill, Blaine suddenly covered Kurt's eyes with both hands.

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed, frightened. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see!"

"Don't let me fall over," he warned, feeling extremely helpless as Blaine lead him on blindly, only strips of sunlight visible through his fingers.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaine assured him, kissing the back of his lily-white neck. "Come on, enjoy the magical mystery tour!" He started to sing some old Beatles songs as they progressed. Kurt felt leaves crunching beneath his feet as they ascended higher and higher up the tall hill-then long grass swishing around his ankles.

"Where are we?"

"And…open your eyes!"

The hands were removed-and Kurt squealed again at how close to the edge they were-but Blaine held him safely around his shoulders. "Look," he whispered, warm breath tickling his cheek. Curiously, Kurt looked down to the ground far below-and gasped. "Oh!"

Written on the field of grass below, glinting in the weak sunlight, in what had to be hundreds of sticks and small logs, were the words, big and bold, visible from a long way up: I love you

Kurt drank them in, scarcely breathing. He couldn't speak.

"What do you think?" Blaine asked anxiously. "Too much?"

"It's perfect," Kurt breathed, admiring the message, huge and clear, marked out on the grass like sprawly writing. He couldn't believe it-Blaine was so sweet… "Thank you!" he managed to say, turning to kiss him.

Blaine looked delighted. "Happy Anniversary, baby," he murmured, kissing him lovingly.

"It's not until Friday!" Kurt laughed, still staring at those three words arranged for him on the grass below.

"Yes, but I like making a fuss of you. We never get enough time together…"

"We spend nearly all of our time together,"

"Yes…but…well," Blaine coughed awkwardly. "I have to say, I'd consider myself the luckiest guy in the world if I could have your company all of the time…forev-I mean…you know?"

Kurt wasn't sure he did, but he nodded anyway.

"Well, anyhow…," Blaine smiled. "You still move me. Every day," he told him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind as the wind blew their hair. "I hope you will be with me for a long, long time…"

"Yes…" Kurt agreed. "I love you too, by the way," he laughed. "Sorry! Thought I should say, seeing as you've…" He gestured slightly awkwardly at the artwork on the grass. "Thank you,"

"No problem, beautiful," Blaine kissed his neck again, hands clasped just on Kurt's lower abdomen…

A shiver swept through Kurt's body. Oh God, if only he knew…

After a while, and many more kisses, they finally started back down the hill as the air turned chilly. Kurt held onto Blaine's arm, feeling the carefully toned muscles and taking in his warmth. It was getting a little dark now, so there weren't many people around-but about half way down, a slim woman in sports wear and Nike trainers with her blonde hair tied up in a pony tail appeared power-walking up the hill, pushing a big-wheeled pushchair which bounced gently over the roots spreading on the ground. The toddler sat inside, a little boy who couldn't have been more than two or three in a loud red raincoat with the hood up, was loving it. He beamed excitedly, as if he was on a rollercoaster.

"Awwh," Kurt heard Blaine say.

The little boy suddenly caught sight of them, and saw Blaine smiling at him. He grinned right back, waving a small toy car at them. His mother saw, and smiled and waved too, slowing down and finally coming to a stop. "Evening," she said brightly.

"Hello," said Kurt politely-but Blaine had already dropped to a crouched position to talk to the little boy.

"Hey, man!" he said brightly, as if the boy was his age. "How you doing?"

The little boy squirmed delightedly, clutching his toy car. Kurt watched them with interest.

"You're a cool dude with your car, aren't you?" Blaine grinned. The little boy shyly nodded. "It's the same colour as my car, you know,"

After a pause, the little boy said, in a sweet, innocent voice: "Wed!"

Blaine's grin stretched as if this was the best thing he'd ever heard. "Yeah, red! You're a smart fella, aren't you, tiger?"

Kurt watched as Blaine chatted away at ease to the little boy. Strange…he seemed so comfortable, like it came so naturally to him. He loved the way Blaine wasn't patronising, but still managed to speak to him on his level. When the boy talked back to Blaine, although his babyish speech was mostly not understandable, Blaine listened, nodding when he paused and saying things like "Really?" and "Hmmm?" like what the kid was saying was really important. The little boy looked delighted, kicking his chubby legs happily as he burbled away. He obviously loved that someone was listening to him, even if they couldn't understand.

Kurt hadn't really seen Blaine around kids before…but he really had a way with them…

"Right! Well, I'll let you get on," Blaine smiled up at the boy's mother. "He's a sweet kid,"

"He is," she beamed back. "Do you work with children?" she asked conversationally.

"No, I don't, actually. Done a little baby-sitting, but not really,"

"Oh," She actually looked surprised.

"B-byeeeee," came a small voice from the pushchair.

"Bye, dude," Blaine waved to him, giving a little salute, which make him laugh, rocking from side to side in the seat.

"Awh, kids are awesome," he said, when they'd got back to the car. "Alright?" he asked, squeezing Kurt's arm as he started the engine to drop Kurt home before his curfew.

Kurt didn't say a word.

Things are heating up…when will Blaine find out?

SPOILER: Soon!

But how will he take it…?

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