Blaine woke up later that morning pleased to find that his nightmares had no come to plague him, and he was still there in bed with his husband sleeping soundly beside him. He looks over at Kurt with a gentle smile, searching his peaceful face. They fell asleep snuggled closely together and still were, but now they were lying on their sides facing one another, their heads on the same pillow. Blaine's arm is around Kurt's waist while the latter's leg is around Blaine's waist, pressing close. He chuckles and slides his hand down to rest against the side of his big belly, stroking it lightly with his thumb as he continues to watch Kurt sleep. He might have felt creepy for doing this a few days ago, but now… now he was just content. Also, Blaine didn't mind being Kurt's stand-in pregnancy pillow.
"Stop being a creep." Kurt mumbles sleepily with a smile, pulling his glassy blue eyes open to gaze over at his husband. "Are you watching me sleep?"
"Yes." Blaine says simple, the smile never leaving his face.
"Well stop. I probably look hideous." He yawns and clears his throat, blinking slowly. "What time is it?"
"Does it matter?" He leans in and nuzzles their noses. "We have all the time in the world… and, for the record… I think you look adorable."
"Mm, flattery gets you nowhere, Mr. Anderson-Hummel." He grins and lifts a hand to cup his jaw, stroking the stubble there softly. "Seriously… what time is it?"
"Time for you to stop talking…" He whispers, leaning in to kiss him, the hand on his belly sliding back to hook around his waist.
Kurt sighs through his nose and smiles into the kiss, kissing back gently as he tenderly runs his fingers through his husband's loose curls, taking one and curling it around his finger. Blaine smiles into the kiss as well, reaching up with his other hand to cup his cheek, pressing their lips harder together. They pull back after a moment, not wanting to push things too far just yet, but they open their eyes and their match smiles tell exactly what their feeling… pure and utter love.
"I have to get up." Kurt announces.
"Nooo…" Blaine whines softly, tightening his hold on him when he starts to pull away. "You don't have anywhere to be today, do you? Can't you take a day off or something?"
"Lemme go…" He laughs and struggles for a moment before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, stretching his arms above his head. He squeals cutely when Blaine wraps his arms around his stomach from behind, pressing a kiss against his neck. "Blaine…"
"Kurt…" He smiles against his skin and kisses his cheek. "Don't go…"
"Nature calls, honey." He laughs softly, turning his head to look at him. "I really, really have to pee."
"Oh, well in that case..." He grins and tickles his side a little.
"Oh my God!" Laughing loudly, he pushes his hand away and stands up. "You're horrible!"
"You love me, though." He grins, watching him walk away from his place on the bed. "So it's okay."
"Yeah, yeah…" Hiding a smile, he steps into the bathroom to do his business, closing the door behind him.
Blaine stands up and walks to the bathroom door, waiting until the toilet flushes and the sink starts running to pull it open. Kurt doesn't say anything as he hands Blaine his toothbrush with a smile, and then it happens. Just like they used to every morning, they're standing in front of the mirror brushing their teeth together, watching each other's reflections. Blaine makes a funny face as he scrubs his teeth and Kurt laughs, rolling his eyes before dipping his head down to spit.
"Ah cannp beheve 'Ahel is akk weh Pinn."
"What was that, honey? I didn't quite catch that." Kurt says sarcastically as he slips past his fiancé who was currently brushing his teeth by the bathroom sink. He pulls out his own toothbrush and starts to brush his own as Blaine spits.
"I said," Blaine says, looking at Kurt through the mirror. "I can't believe Rachel is back with Finn. How did he even get to New York? I thought he was still in Lima helping Burt with the shop." He sticks his toothbrush back in his mouth.
Kurt spits and shrugs his shoulders, watching his fiancé as well. "I don't know. My dad said he just up and left one day... didn't say a word to anyone about it."
He rolls his eyes and spits again, grabbing the mouthwash. "Don't get me wrong, I love Finn and all, but this is a little ridiculous." He takes swig of the mouthwash before handing it to Kurt, swishing it around in his mouth for a minute before spitting once again. "I mean, he crushed her. She came to us crying for weeks because of their breakup and what? She's just forgotten how he made her feel?"
He spits his own mouthwash out and grabs a cup, filling it with water. "Blaine, I think that's the point. She didn't forget how he made her feel." He rinses his mouth out and hands the cup of water to Blaine, who does the same. Kurt spits and dries off his mouth.
"I still think she's stupid." He sighs, drying his mouth. "No offense to your brother or anything… but this is New York. She needs time to live a little."
"You're cute when you're protective." Kurt turns to face his fiancé and smiles, reaching out to straighten his bowtie and peck his lips. "But she's an adult. She can handle herself."
"I know." Blaine smiles at him and leans up to kiss his cool, minty lips. "But that doesn't mean she doesn't need a little protecting now and again."
It didn't really make sense that they brushed their teeth before eating breakfast, but when Kurt looked at him with those big eyes and pouting lips just begging for some French toast, Blaine knew it was impossible for him to say no. Not that he would have anyway. Even after only getting about four hours of sleep, he felt surprisingly refreshed. He hasn't slept a full four hours straight in a very long time, and he can't help but hum a little tune as he cooks. It was almost noon by the time Blaine sat the full plate of food in front of his husband's smiling frame, and he sits beside him with his own plate, beginning to eat.
"Crap." Blaine says after a moment, looking over at Kurt. "Did you want anything to drink? Milk? Coffee? Oh, wait, no. You can't have coffee."
"I can have coffee." Kurt says with a smile, batting his eyelashes at him. "Decaf though."
"Nah, you're drinking milk." He grins and stands up, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "No more slacking off Mr. Anderson-Hummel! I'm gonna whip your butt back into shape!"
"My butt is in perfect shape, thank you!" He huffs indignantly, trying not to smile as he watches Blaine open the fridge and search for the milk, crying out an obnoxious 'a-ha!' when he finds it.
"Okay, scratch that." He places a large glass of milk down in front of Kurt and one beside his own plate, sitting back down. "I'm going to make sure you eat good food while my son's in there. You know, I'm an awesome cook. He's been missing out."
"Well it's a good thing you're here then, huh?" Kurt smiles lovingly, tiling his head slightly.
Blaine smiles back at him, reaching over to takes his hand. "Yeah, it is."
This day is probably the best day of Blaine's life so far. He and Kurt did just about everything together. After they finished their brunch, they both got dressed and went out on the town! Well, technically they went down the street to park and played on the playground equipment while Moose ran around them happily, per Blaine's request of course. Seeing Kurt run around the park, he and his big belly all bundled up in the crisp November weather, made him smiles beyond belief. The fact that he is the one making him laugh, making his eyes light up… well, it warms his heart. It makes him feel like yeah… he really was missed. And the fact that Kurt is so full of life, a life that they made together, really and truly makes him feel special.
"Blaine!" Kurt cries out happily, grinning up at the sky, blinking at the light snow flakes. "Blaine, look! It's snowing!" He laughs and looks over at him, his entire being practically glowing. "Do you see it?!"
"Yeah, I do." Blaine laughs a little and walks over to him, slipping his arms around his waist as he tugs him close. "We should get home. You're freezing." He glances over at Moose and smiles as the silly puppy bounces around happily, trying to catch the snow flakes.
"No, no… just a few more minutes." He whispers and rests their foreheads together, closing his eyes as he wraps his arms around his neck. "Just a few more minutes."
"Okay." Blaine whispers back, watching Kurt's face curiously for a moment. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that…" Kurt opens his eyes and looks into his, his lips parted slightly, his cheeks and nose rosy from the cold. "I'm thinking that I've never been so happy in my entire life… and that… that I'm so happy and thankful to whoever is up there that they brought you back to me…"
"I-"
"No, just listen." He gently presses a few of his gloves fingers against his lips to stop him from talking. "I need you to hear this, Blaine." Blaine nods mutely, gazing at him in wonder. "I don't care what happened over there. I don't care what you did or had to do… I only care that you're here with me now, that our son is doing to have his father here to teach him everything that I wouldn't have been able to… like how to throw a football or style the curly hair that he's bound to have." Blaine can't help but laugh at this, tears filling his eyes. "Maybe that makes me selfish, but I don't care." Kurt cups his cheek, staring into his eyes.
"You're not-"
"Yes I am, but I don't care." He smiles, shaking his head a little. "I almost forgot what it was like to have you here… and now I can't imagine ever having let you go again."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm here to say then, huh?"
"Yeah… yeah, it is."
They walked home hand in hand together later that night… because that's what it was now. It was their home. Blaine no longer felt unwelcome or uncomfortable. This was their place now, this condo. When they crawled in to bed together later that night, Blaine realized something… home is wherever Kurt is, and it would always be that way.
