This is a short baby chapter, but it's here to allude to a few things ;)
A new chapter will be up within the next week!
Blaine woke up the next morning to Kurt sleeping softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and the sun dancing inside their apartment. Blaine snuggled closer to get warmer and closer to Kurt, and as he did, Kurt's green-blue eyes fluttered open, and his lips formed a small smile.
"Hey."
"Hey, stranger."
Both smiled shyly at each other, especially after their first sexual night together. After so many months of waiting, the two felt at peace with everything. The upcoming custody hearing, their son, and each other. Nothing mattered more to either than the smiles they could pull out of each other and their son, and the air was so still and silent Blaine could swear he could hear Kurt's heartbeat.
Neither of which to be honest cared about the custody hearing. It was something mandatory, in which the judge would either fully extend custody to Kurt and Blaine, or adjust their current situation. Dave spent a night in jail, and attended anger management classes, and Blaine refused to press charges.
But none of that mattered, really. The only thing that mattered to Blaine was seeing his boyfriend and son happy guys, and Blaine could see himself watching their son grow up, and someday becoming a grandfather to his grandkids, and maybe, before that, have another little boy or girl. Kurt noticed Blaine's hazy grin, and smiled softly before closing his eyes again. It was early, and Taylor wouldn't wake up for a few more hours.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked timidly, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Did you go back to sleep?" Kurt rolled over to face his boyfriend. "No, I didn't want to change that adorable expression on your face." He leaned up to peck Blaine on the lips, and Blaine held on to Kurt, deepening the kiss. "Mmm, how considerate." Kurt giggled a bit, and swatted Blaine's arm. "You deserve it, especially after last night."
"When I fucked your brains out?" Blaine asked, ducking away from Kurt's potential swing. Kurt burst out laughing much to Blaine's surprise. "Yes, you stud. That was pretty damn amazing." He slid closer to Blaine. "Seriously, thank you. You were so good, sweetie."
Blaine laid his head on Kurt's head and linked their hands together. "Could you see us doing this forever?"
"Of course. That shouldn't even be a question. I love you." Kurt replied. "I want to grow old with you, and see our son's grandkids."
"Maybe a bigger brood?" Blaine asked. They had never gone far enough in their musings to each other to reach this, but it was part fantasy and part reality. Blaine always wanted a few kids, but he didn't know about Kurt, and with Taylor's messy birth parents, he didn't wait to jeopardize anything.
"I do." Kurt said, smiling. "I don't want Taylor to be an only child, and we both have amazing siblings, so we know it can be wonderful. I don't know how many other kids I want, but you mom showed me little Blaine, and I imagine a son looking like you and Taylor playing together."
"You're a goof, and I can't believe she did. But I imagine little Kurts."
The two chuckled and kissed.
