When We're Older

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! Also, the Reddin gene I mention in this story is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything. The song Blaine sorta sings in this chapter is Jenny 867-5309 and I don't own that either, though I do have a few CDs with that song on there.


Poor guy looks like he's about two seconds away from falling headfirst into his mashed potatoes.

Burt raised his fork to his mouth and took a bite of his turkey, thoughtfully watching his son-in-law as the man's head bobbed from side to side, his tired eyes blinking rapidly, trying to budge the sleep from within them. It was a sight to see, watching Blaine try to keep himself awake at the dinner table, and Carole was about to burst into a fit of giggles because of it.

"Squirt, do you need to lay back down? You look like you're going to keel over any second."

Blaine blinked up at his brother and shook his head, poking his fork into a pile of green beans with limited gusto. "No, no I'm fine. I just-" He yawned loudly and then blushed, "I just need to eat a little bit. I'll be okay."

Cooper seemed to take this answer well, so the table went back to eating and making small talk. Burt shoveled a spoonful of broccoli casserole into his mouth while watching the way Kurt barely touched his food; his son was busy smashing his potatoes into a pile with his stuffing, his eyes half-on Blaine and half-on the Christmas centerpiece in the middle of the table. The look in his eyes was one of want though, something that Burt had seen multiple times over the years when it came to his boy and Blaine. The very first time he had seen that look regarding his son-in-law was when Blaine first came to the house way back in their Dalton days, back when Kurt was madly in love and Blaine still had his head shoved up his ass. Oh, how the times had changed.

Smirking to himself, the older man took a sip of his ice water and shot a look to Cooper, not missing the frown on the guy's face. Down the table he followed Cooper's gaze and almost chuckled in pity at what he saw: Blaine had his fork stuck in his ham, chin resting against his chest. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slack. The boy had finally dozed off.

"Blaine? Hey sweetie," Carole couldn't help but grin as she bumped Blaine's forearm with her hand, causing the sleepy man to pop up like a rabbit in his seat. His eyes flickered open and shut for a moment before they flashed along each person at the table; his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I don't- I don't even remember falling asleep. Oh god, was I snoring?"

"No, hun, you weren't. You just kinda dozed off and I was afraid you were going to collapse into your plate."

Blaine brought his hands up to his flushed face and rubbed at his eyes, his head shaking back and forth as he mumbled to himself. "I'm sorry. I just get so tired nowadays. I-"

"It's okay, B. Maybe you should go lay down for a while? We can wrap up your plate for later and there'll always be leftovers." Cooper began to stand up, making his way over to his brother so he could help him away from the table, but Blaine just waved his hand, shoving Cooper away before the man could get too close.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm gonna stay. I need to eat, so sit. I'm not ruining this meal."

"You won't be ruining it, bud-"

Blaine scowled for a moment, but shook his head, raising his eyes to meet Burt's. "I'll be fine. I promise. If I start to fall asleep again, I'll go... I just- I just don't want mess this up."

Out of the corner of his eye, Burt could see Kurt's hand tense around his fork and he wondered what exactly was going through his son's mind. However, he didn't push, just nodded at Blaine and went back to talking to Cooper about his time as a congressman, occasionally looking at his two boys and hoping that perhaps there would be a Christmas miracle in the works.

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It had been at least twenty minutes since Blaine had dozed off at the table the first time and Cooper, Carole, and Burt were giggling yet again over the fact that Blaine was casually nodding off once again. His head bobbed forward, only to jerk back up and then start to sink again, the poor guy completely zapped of all energy as he struggled to eat just a little bit. Everybody felt bad for laughing, but it was adorable watching how hard Blaine was trying his hardest to stay awake.

The only one who didn't seem amused was Kurt, who was watching Blaine with curious, yet worried eyes, his fork still clutched tightly in his grasp. "Aren't you going to make him go to bed?"

"He's just going to argue with me if I try," Cooper said, snapping his fingers in front of his brother's face. "Hey, hey Blainey! Get up, squirt! You're going to give yourself a face mask made of gravy if you don't stop nodding off."

"I'm not- not tired-"

"Sure you are! Up and at 'em, kiddo. C'mon!" Cooper stood up and slid an arm around Blaine's waist, helping his weary brother stand. "Let's get you to bed." He looked over at Kurt and raised a brow, "Should I put him on the couch?"

"You can stick him in our bed," Kurt said softly, causing everyone's mouths to fall open at the tone in his voice. He was avoiding everyone's eyes, but from where he was sitting, Burt could see the moisture that was collecting behind Kurt's long lashes.

"Kurt, you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just put him in our room please... before he collapses."

Cooper nodded and half-dragged his sleepy brother out of the dining room, Blaine slumped against him as they walked. As soon as they were out of sight, Carole turned towards Kurt and reached across the table to take his hand within her own. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Kurt dropped his fork onto his plate and put his head into his free hand, tears now falling freely as he cried. "Do you think I'm making a mistake with not accepting this? Do you think I'm being dumb?"

Burt frowned, "Do you think you're being dumb?"

"Yes."

"And why's that?"

"Because," Kurt sobbed, "Blaine's my husband and I helped make that baby, but I can't make myself love it. I can't make myself want a child that I'm supposed to love!"

"Lots of people are scared to become first time parents, Kurt. When my first husband and I found out we were going to have Finn, we were terrified. We were still young and there were lots of things we were planning on doing: roadtripping, going to parties, so on and so forth. But we realized that having a baby wasn't the end of the world. We could get babysitters to watch him or we could take him along, granted the place was safe, but we just owned up to it. Yeah, we were scared to death, but seeing Finn for the first time after he was born was the greatest day of my life and I wouldn't have changed it for anything, not for parties or anything."

Kurt looked up at Carole and stared at her for a few minutes, his eyes still wet. He could see the sincerity behind her bright green eyes; she knew what she was talking about, in his opinion. From what he learned about her over the years, he knew that she and her first husband had been quite the adventurous couple. They liked to ride around on Christopher's motorcycle, randomly leave on long rides to god knows where, and Carole, though she never would admit it, had a few tattoos – Kurt had seen them a few times while he was fitting her for clothing. His father's second wife was a lovely woman and he knew he could respect her opinion and take into consideration her thoughts on the matter. And he was going to, as soon as he got his own thoughts situated. Sniffling, he took a napkin and dabbed at his eyes, wiping away the tears from his cheeks before Cooper came back into the room. He didn't want his brother-in-law to know he had just had a breakdown.

Luckily, just a few seconds after Kurt set his used napkin back on the table, Cooper stepped back into the dining room, his hands rubbing together eagerly. "Okay, let's get back to eating! Blainey's asleep and we can finish our food!"

"Is he okay?" Burt anxiously asked, staring at the eldest Anderson brother.

"Ahh, yeah. He's fine, just exhausted. Male pregnancy is really taxing, I guess. At our last appointment, Dr. Thompson gave Blaine this booklet that told about everything that he should be expecting these last couple of weeks of the first trimester and it's a lot. Like, women go through a bunch with their pregnancies, but with guys, they've gotta get shots and stuff because their bodies aren't capable of actually carrying a baby without help, you know?"

Kurt worried his lip, gaze fixated on his food. "So Blaine had to get shots?"

"Yep," Cooper said around a mouthful of potatoes. "He had a couple of hormone injections the other day and he's due to go back in about two weeks for some more. He was sick as a dog after those shots too. It was pretty bad. Doc said it would happen though; he also said that since Blaine's small in stature for a guy, he's probably gonna show faster than other male pregnancies and he'll probably have a harder time when the baby gets bigger because of his narrow hips and stuff. It freaked me out a little to hear all of that, but Blaine didn't seem to mind."

"Oh, poor thing. I remember being pregnant. It's weird knowing you've got something growing inside of you that you have to nurture and protect, but at the same time you can't really control anything. When I was going to have Finn, I was a nervous wreck."

Burt nodded at his wife, "Yeah, I remember when Kurt was about to be born. His mom and I were trying to make sure everything would be ready for him to come and some days I would have to deal with putting things together on my own because she was just too tuckered out."

"Growing a baby's hard work," Carole said with a laugh, earning a few grins from around the room.

"Well, I don't know about you guys," Cooper began, smiling wide, "but I'm excited for the fact that next Christmas, I'm gonna have a little niece or nephew to buy presents for."

Around the table came murmurs of agreement and all Kurt could do was stare at his plate, his mind racing with the thought of a little version of Blaine sitting at the table with them, patting his tiny hands into his food while everyone at the table laughed and looked on.

That's going to be the norm soon, Kurt. When are you going to be ready for it?

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Hours after finishing dinner and sitting through one viewing of A Christmas Story, the elder Hummels went off to bed and Cooper and Kurt found themselves sitting alone in the living room. Neither man spoke nor bothered to even acknowledge the other, but the silence in the room was still stifling.

Jennyanydots laid curled up on Kurt's lap, finally having come out of her hiding space in the laundry room, and Kurt was busy stroking her long fur. Cooper sat across from him in the plush armchair, slowly sipping a glass of eggnog while he watched his brother-in-law.

"So, am I sleeping out here or what?"

Kurt paused, gnawing on his lip in thought. "You can sleep in my room since Blaine's in there."

"You don't want to sleep with your husband?"

"Please Cooper, we're far from friendly right now and you know it. Plus I- I don't know if I could do it."

"What? Sleep next to Blaine?"

"Yeah."

"Huh," Cooper hummed, tossing back the last bits of his drink before he set the cup down on the coffee table. He regarded Kurt with a cool look as he stood up and began stretching his tired limbs. "Well, if you insist that I sleep in that giant bed with my cuddlebug of a little brother, I suppose I can do it. It wouldn't be the first time I've had to do that since you kicked him out."

"I didn't-" Kurt began to protest, only to be cut off by Cooper as the man left the room.

"G'night, Kurt. Merry Christmas!" The man waved his hand as a final goodbye before he fled down the hall and left Kurt sitting there in the living room alone with Jennycat as his only company. Muttering a few curses under his breath, Kurt picked up the cat and set her on the floor, throwing himself backward on the couch with a huff. For several minutes, he stared at the ceiling and contemplated Cooper's words, wondering if maybe his brother-in-law was right. Did I essentially kick Blaine out?

No, you didn't. Blaine left on his own accord. Quit blaming yourself.

His mind whirred with shame and he pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing the oncoming headache that was beginning to pound behind his eyes to just go away. His eyes flickered shut and he let his mind wander into other forbidden territory: the images he saw earlier while he was sitting at the dinner table, the ones of the mini versions of Blaine, what seemed to be like their future child, sitting alongside them celebrating Christmas.

It wasn't long after, his mind still reeling with thoughts of their child, that he fell asleep.

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"Oh Jennycat! There you are. I didn't see you when I came in. I missed you, sweetie!"

Kurt's eyes blinked open at the scuffle around him. He rolled over and stared at the wall, his blurry, still sleepy gaze falling onto the lit-up Christmas tree, its lights still blinking wildly in the darkness. He hadn't been asleep too long, considering how heavy his body felt and how much his head was aching, but something – or someone, for that matter – was in his kitchen making noise and it woke him up. Grumbling, he sat up and kicked his long legs over the sofa, frowning when he noticed the blanket that had been tossed over the bottom half of his body.

Blaine's grandma's blanket.

Pulling the covers off, Kurt stood up and stumbled tiredly towards the kitchen, making sure he was as quiet as possible. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder the sounds grew and from what he could hear, it sounded like Jennyanydots was busy purring up a storm.

Blaine must be in there.

Kurt paused in the doorway, his eyes falling onto his husband as he watched Blaine putter around the kitchen, Jenny happily winding her way between his feet as he walked. The pregnant man had all of the containers of leftovers scattered on the counter while he was patiently waiting for his plate to heat up in the microwave. "Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?" Blaine sang as he popped the lids back onto the tupperware. "You give me something I can hold onto." He continued bopping around, tossing the plastic bowls into the fridge carelessly, his voice getting a little louder the closer he got to the chorus.

From his spot in the doorway, Kurt smiled. It had been so long since he last saw Blaine smile like that (god, it had been so long since he had seen Blaine period), but seeing his husband goofing around made his heart swell and ache at the same time. He's so silly. He'll be an amazing father, he thought to himself. He continued to stay swept up in the moment, just watching Blaine dance around the room, that he didn't notice when Blaine had stopped singing a few moments later; it was only until he felt the smooth, warmth of Jennycat rubbing up against his ankle that he snapped out of his trance and found Blaine staring at him.

"Oh-"

Blaine blushed, dropping his gaze to the ground. "I didn't know you woke up."

"I heard something in the kitchen, so I had to investigate. I keep forgetting that I'm not here alone right now so..." He trailed off, crossing his arms over his chest. Blaine nodded and went to grab his food from the microwave, setting the hot plate on the table before he turned to Kurt.

"I was just making something to eat. I woke up and felt like crap and-"

"You didn't get to eat earlier."

"Yeah," Blaine said with a chuckle, looking down at his full dish. "I guess I dozed off during dinner. It happens a lot now... the- the baby makes me tired."

At the mention of the child growing in Blaine's belly, Kurt's eyes darted downward to his husband's stomach, now hidden beneath a NYADA hoodie. He couldn't see the slight swell of the bump like he could before, but just knowing it was there made his stomach churn. "You're almost out of the first trimester, aren't you?" He asked, ignoring the surprised look on Blaine's face.

"Y-Yeah, I am. How'd you- how did you know?"

"Cooper was telling us about it at dinner."

"Oh," Blaine said softly, slight disappointment registering in his voice. "Well, just a week or two left to go and then the fun starts."

"The fun?"

Blaine nodded, picking up his glass of milk and his plate. He began walking to the dining room, Kurt walking slowly behind him as he waited for his husband's answer. "Yeah, the fun. From what the pamphlet said, I should be expecting to have a whole lot of weight gain and changes in my body... and then the baby is gonna start moving, but I'm actually excited for that because it just seems awesome that I'm gonna be able to feel him and-" He stopped and set his plate down, a chill running up his spine when he realized exactly who he was talking to and the fact that said person was completely silent. "Kurt?"

"You said him? The baby's a boy?"

"Well I- I don't know the sex yet; it's way too early, but I think it's gonna be a boy. Call it intuition but I-" The words stalled on the tip of his tongue when Kurt suddenly leaned forward and captured Blaine's mouth in a kiss.

The glass of milk clattered to the floor.


A/N: I can't tell if my computer is acting up again or if this website changed fonts on me, but somehow everything seems bigger. Oh well. I hope you liked the chapter. More to come soon! Review please?