Well hey there, long time no see! Please see A/N at the end.
Last time...Maggie went into labor and nobody was home but Kurt. And then...
Ch. 110
The EMT's were long gone. The ambulance ride had been…more than Kurt could bear. He broke down in tears, his eyes gritty now and his face blotchy and puffy. He'd listened and done everything they'd said to do. He'd done his best. Maggie still clutched his hand as they huddled together on Maggie's narrow hospital bed, both of them exhausted, both of them emotionally and mentally drained.
Traffic had been all but gridlocked because of malfunctioning traffic signals and it felt like days before they reached the hospital. Kurt had thrown a few essentials in a bag for Maggie, barely recalling that she should have her phone and charger if they opted to keep her any length of time.
When it rang, they shared a look between them upon seeing Cooper's smiling face staring back at the two of them from the phone on the rolling table beside the bed. Maggie nodded to Kurt as the phone was closer to him than to her.
"Cooper…"
"Kurt! I…Christ, where's Maggie!" he shouted.
"Coop…"
"I got her message, but she was crying…she was crying…why are you at the hospital? I'm coming…tell Maggie I'm on my way. I couldn't get anywhere in the cab with the traffic so I…I'm just running – Shit, sorry, sorry…excuse me, please! – Kurt, where's Maggie? Is she ok? Are you ok?"
"She's here…right here with me, Coop – she's…"
"I'm here – at the hospital! I just…where do I go, Kurt!?" Cooper bellowed.
"We're on the 9th floor—"
"Watch it, buddy!" Cooper said harshly as he nearly ran the man in front of him down. "Shit, Blaine…"
"You're with Blaine?"
"He's here. All but knocked him down. Damn it, Kurt! Where are you?!"
"Where's Kurt? Why are you here?" Blaine asked, confused. All the text said was to meet Kurt at the hospital. He had no idea what was going on, but those messages never boded well.
"Still on the 9th floor, Cooper. Room 912. In fact, I'm lying here with your wife—"
"I'm not afraid to kill my little brother's fiancé, Kurt. Not afraid at all. That's not funny in the least."
"Not trying to be funny. Nothing at all about the last four hours has been in any way funny, actually," Kurt replied somberly.
"Tell me Maggie's ok," Cooper nearly sobbed. Kurt could tell he was emotionally spent just from their short conversation.
"Maggie's fine…they said she's fine, Coop."
"Hello, baby…" Maggie said from Kurt's left side. He heard Cooper choke off a sob as he replied with a watery chuckle.
"Hello, love…"
"Oh, she's not talking to you, Cooper," Kurt smiled, watching the nurse set the small bundle in Maggie's arms. He sat up, giving her some room and nearly laughed out loud when Cooper all but fell headfirst through the door, disheveled and looking like a homeless person. He was dirty, sweaty, out of breath and huffing as if he'd run all the way from Ohio, his phone still held to his ear, but there nonetheless. The astonishment on his face was a testament to the surprise the sight before him must have been.
"Mags…" he breathed out, eyes wide. Maggie was left without words as Cooper slowly made his way into the room, Blaine hot on his heels. "What did you do?" he asked, thoroughly confused. "The baby isn't due for three more weeks. What happened?"
Maggie couldn't help but bark out a laugh. It was such a Cooper thing to say, as if she had any control over the whole thing.
"Cooper Anderson…meet your daughter," Maggie said softly, her smile radiant as she turned the tiny baby around to face him. "Baby Anderson…meet your Daddy."
"I can't belieeeeeve the changes you've made, babe. This place is amazing, I swear…" Nick said, his voice full of awe as he walked through the halls of The Sterling Center for the Performing Arts. He opened doors and looked in every room, shaking his head and completely mesmerized.
"Yes, and there are still some changes that need to be made, I think—"
"Not discussing it, Pretty Boy."
"Oh, but we are, Nicky, love of my life. I didn't agree to the name—"
"You did. I distinctly recall you saying 'oh my GOD, please…yes…don't stop…whatever you want, just don't stop…harder…' while we were discussing it. Do you remember when I was—"
"YES, I remember, you little, conniving—"
"Name calling is so unbecoming of you, Jeffrey. I mean, really—"
"One of these days, Duval—"
"Sterling-Duval, please," Nick smiled.
"Oh, NOW you want the hyphenated name—"
"It's your school, run by you, taught by you, staff hired by you, students hand-picked…again…by you. Why in the world should my name be on it?"
"Gee, I dunno. Maybe because we're married and your name is now my name as well!?" Jeff huffed, thoroughly annoyed.
"I love you," Nick grinned, his smile so warm and wide that Jeff had a hard time staying annoyed with him.
"I love you, too, but this discussion isn't over. I really think it's time to get home, though. I know you have to be starving. I know I'm starving and I put a pot roast in the slow cooker before I left for work this morning."
Nick's belly growled in response to the new information and Jeff snickered. "Have I found myself a bargaining chip via your stomach, Nicky?"
"Actually…there is something we need to discuss, and as much as I hate to talk about him over dinner, it has to be done. The trial starts soon, you know. Ten days..."
"I do know. I'm aware of the impending court proceedings, and I think you know how I feel about it. I want to go. I need to be in that courtroom. It's just…something I have to do for myself. For us. I need that closure. I've been thinking about it a lot, and…well, I just need to be there. If you don't want me there for me, then think of it as me being there for you and your family. Which reminds me, I'm having lunch with your Mother on Friday afternoon. She hasn't told me where just yet. I need to call her."
"You're having lunch with…with my Mom?" Nick asked, confused. "Am I supposed to be there? I have a meeting—"
"No…sweetheart, I'd like for it to be just Meredith and me if that's ok. There's something I want to talk to her about…I want her opinion…and I fear that she won't be honest with me if you're there, too. Is that….is it ok?"
Nick looked contemplative for a few moments and then, with a deep sigh, he nodded that he was ok with it. "It's not that I don't want you to have lunch with my Mom, it's just that…well, I just worry about you. You know, in my heart of hearts, I still think he has someone watching the family…and you by default. I know he said he 'called off the dogs', but I don't trust him, Baby. I just don't."
Jeff smiled, so in love with his husband that he radiated happiness every day. Blaine teased him relentlessly about it, and Jeff didn't even mind. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life, and Nick was the reason for it. He loved that Nick worried about him because he knew it was from a place of love and caring, but he hated that there was a reason to worry.
"I'll be careful. I'll be with your Mom, and if there's anyone in the world he wants unharmed, it's her. He still loves her with all his heart, and you know that as well as I do, Nicky. He's promised me that he's done hounding me, and there hasn't been anything to worry about for months."
"Have they located Dominic yet?" Nick asked, pensive as he watched Jeff's face for signs of anxiety.
"I um…I don't know. I mean…they'd have told us…you…right?"
Nick stared a hole right through him and Jeff felt himself start to sweat a little. He truly hated keeping things from his husband, but sometimes…well, sometimes it was necessary. Nick just nodded, grabbed Jeff's hand and led him back to the office. Jeff collected his things and turned off the lights, then walked outside with Nick and slid into the car. He couldn't wait until the trial was over. It was a huge source of anxiety for Nick and it played on his mind more than he cared to admit.
"Jeff…is there something—"
Jeff's phone rang just then, Blaine's smiling face lighting up the screen and Jeff nearly cried with relief. He knew where the conversation was heading and saved by the bell had never been so apt a phrase as it was then.
"When you left, I thought I'd start a bath. You know how it's always too hot when you first run it, no matter how you try to regulate the temperature? Well, I figured by the time you got back, it would be just right. So I was all bent over the tub and I got this terrible pain in my back. I've been having them all day, but I thought it was Braxton Hicks."
"WHY didn't you tell me, Love?" Cooper asked, moony-eyed and dopey now as he held his tiny daughter.
"I know how you worry, Coop, and I didn't want you distracted all day at work. You were in court this morning—"
"You're more important than any trial, Mags!"
"I know…I know you think that, babe," she grinned lovingly. "I honestly didn't think it was anything, but I was running the water in the tub and I heard the dryer buzz, signaling that the towels were finished drying. I went in and pulled them all into a basket and set it on my hip and I took it into the living room and set it on the coffee table. When I went in to turn the water off in the tub, I bent over and wham…that was it. I felt a little trickle at first and thought…well, let's face it, I thought I'd peed my pants but then there was just a longer, bigger stream and I knew. I just knew. But my phone was in the living room, so I came in and called a cab, then I called you. When I got your voicemail I wanted to be as calm as possible because I knew you'd freak out, so I just…well, I sugar coated it a little bit when I said 'I miss you and I really need you, so please, please hurry home…' The second message...well, I wasn't as calm then," she chuckled. I suppose, by the look of you when you got here, that you were stuck underground?"
"I was, yes. We finally all walked out of the tunnel after two hours waiting, thus my grungy appearance when I arrived."
"You're lucky Kurt thought to bring you a change of clothes in case we're here for any length of time! There's no way they were going to let you hold the baby looking like you did! I've seen cleaner coal miners, Coop," Maggie laughed, shaking her head. Kurt had pitched a royal fit when Cooper reached for the baby in his raggedy state. The nurse in the room didn't even get to object before Kurt threw Cooper the snake eye and insisted that he shower immediately before holding the baby.
"Baby hog…" Blaine mumbled, glaring holes in his brother. Cooper stuck his tongue out at Blaine and teasingly turned the baby away from him. Blaine gave him an unimpressed look and rolled his eyes. "What the hell, Cooper James. Are you four!? Rude…."
"Spoiled brat…" Cooper mumbled back. "Just because your fiancé called 911 when it was time for my daughter to be born doesn't mean you get to take her from me—"
"My turn!" Kurt chimed in, leaning in to remove the baby from Cooper's arms. "I haven't held her since the paramedics arrived at the apartment. They snagged her from me, so it's my turn. Take turns, right? We learned how to do that in Kindergarten, gentlemen, so take notes." Kurt grinned at the men and batted his eyelashes. "Oh, Maggie…" he whispered, then glanced at his friend. He was so clearly besotted with his new niece. "You are so incredibly beautiful, little girl…" he cooed to the baby who was now in his arms, his smile wider than Blaine had seen it in a long time.
"So do you have a name picked out yet?"
"We have a couple. We told the kids we'd wait until we saw her and picked the one that suited her best," Cooper explained. "Oh God, did you call my mother?"
"No, I haven't. I thought you'd want the honors, Daddy."
"Daddy, huh?" Cooper repeated, wiggling his eyebrows at his wife.
"Holy crap, Cooper! You're going to scar your poor daughter and she's barely four hours old! What is wrong with you!?" Blaine harshly whispered at him. "Me, me, meeee!" Blaine whined, and stepped over toward Kurt who grinned at him, rolled his eyes and gently set the infant in Blaine's arms.
"Oh…hello, lovely…" Blaine cooed, his smile so wide it was almost comical.
"Anywaaaaaay…" Maggie went on. "When I couldn't get in touch with you I knew I had to find someone to help me. Kurt was the next one in line because I was sure he was home. Poor Kurt…" she said, shaking her head solemnly.
"What? What happened to Kurt?" Blaine asked, concerned.
"We agreed not to speak of it, Maggie…" Kurt cooed, still staring at the baby's angelic face. He kept his tone nice and soothing as he watched Blaine slowly rock back and forth with her in his arms. Kurt walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, his chin on Blaine's shoulder.
"We agreed not to speak of it after I told Blaine and Cooper how fantastic you were, Kurt," she grinned. "I'm sorry, Blaine, but I'm fairly certain your man is completely and utterly traumatized," she grinned, holding back a giggle.
"Because after the paramedics delivered the baby they took her away from him?"
"What? OH…oh no…" Maggie chuckled and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Kurt delivered the baby, Blaine. The paramedics arrived about ten minutes later," she said, watching both Blaine and Cooper realize what she'd said and then turn to gape at him.
"WHAT?!" They both said in unison.
"Yep. He was up to his elbows in girl parts, amniotic fluid and umbilical cord. It was a sight to behold, let me tell you," She all but cackled. Kurt gave her a stern glare and shook his head as if to blow it off.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked again when Kurt just grinned, never taking his eyes off of the baby in Blaine's arms.
In his soft, sing-song voice, Kurt swayed slowly back and forth, keeping time with Blaine, and told the tale.
"We had no choice, did we, little girl…they wouldn't answer when I tried to call 911. Then Hunter called and when I told him what was happening, he just took the ball and ran with it. He got us on the phone with one of the obstetricians on staff and Dr. Mitchell walked us through it all," Kurt said proudly. "Apparently he had someone else call 911 for us and, when they finally answered, he directed them to the apartment."
"Don't let him fool you. He's making it sound way too easy," Maggie chided.
"I absolutely agree. Kurt was a pro this evening," Hunter grinned, striding into the room with a clipboard in hand and his stethoscope still hanging around his neck. "Hello, Sugar-pie," he cooed, his chin nearly on Blaine's other shoulder as he grinned at the baby in his arms. "You sure like to stir things up, don't you? Gonna be a little spit-fire, just like your demented father…"
"Hey! I resent that!" Cooper said, pretending to be offended while knowing Hunter was probably right.
"You guys flatter me, but it wasn't any big thing," Kurt blushed. "If it hadn't been for Hunter, calling when he did, I would have freaked out…and probably passed out as well."
"Kurt…you…YOU delivered the baby!?" Blaine asked again, still shocked and gawking at his fiancé.
"I did, yes…but I'm fairly certain all the hard work was done by Maggie," he answered, still swaying softly and cooing at the baby. "They walked me through it and Maggie stayed calm as we did what needed to be done. End of story. Now…Cooper, would you like to hold your daughter while I steal Blaine away for a few minutes?"
"YES!"
"You can hold this precious little bundle while we head downstairs and see if we can find a cup of coffee. Let's let Coop and Maggie have a few minutes alone while Hunter checks the baby, shall we, Blaine?"
"Wait a second, Kurt. Is that my shirt?" Cooper asked.
Kurt stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to face Cooper looking stern and unimpressed.
"You're lucky all I took was a shirt."
"But that's an Armani—" Cooper began.
"Cooper…don't…" Maggie warned, trying desperately to hide her mirth. Kurt set his jaw, let his eyes fall closed and took a deep breath before speaking.
"It seems that, while in the act of delivering your child into this world, your wife and daughter got…stuff…on my favorite Alexander McQueen Explorer Print shirt, Mr. Anderson. You'll be receiving a dry cleaning bill, and if they can't remove any and all…stuff…from my McQueen, you will replace it. Am I clear?" Kurt asked, his eyes determined and serious.
"Crystal," Cooper answered while Hunter bit his bottom lip and tried to hide his laughter behind the clipboard.
"Very well. As you were, family," Kurt said, then tugged Blaine out of the room.
"Kurt, I'm still a little stunned…" Blaine said as they walked toward the cafeteria.
"I can tell, Blaine, what with the way you've been staring at me, agape, for the last twenty minutes," Kurt snarked. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed at the thought that Blaine was so amazed that Kurt actually succeeded in delivering the baby, or that he kept staring at him with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
"You're amazing, do you know that?" Blaine beamed. "Tell me all about it!" he asked, sounding like an excited child.
"Umm…really, I'd prefer not to if you don't mind. While it was miraculous and all that, I…I'm uh…a little…" Kurt began, but his face had paled and he looked a bit woozy.
"Kurt? Honey? Are you ok? You're awfully white all of a sudden. I mean…whiter than normal. Are you…KURT?" Blaine asked, concerned.
"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered, his bottom lip quivering and his eyes shining.
"Oh, honey, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, moving from the chair across the table from Kurt to the one next to him. "Sweetheart…" he cooed, rubbing Kurt's back. "Tell me what's going on."
"I was so scared, Blaine…so scared. I tried to stay calm so Maggie wouldn't freak out but I was terrified! One wrong move and I could have botched the whole thing and I would have never forgiven myself. Oh, God, Blaine, I was so, so afraid…" Kurt sobbed quietly, curled into Blaine's chest now.
"Kurt…" Blaine purred into his ear. "Everything's fine now, Love. The baby is beautiful and healthy and Maggie…they said Maggie's just fine. You did an amazing job of taking care of them. I know nobody else could have done a better job…I'm so proud of you, Kurt," he cooed, both arms around his fiancé now.
Kurt took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "I know…I know I…I mean, they're ok and everything but I think I may have been in shock for a little bit, there. Once the adrenaline wore off I just sort of fell apart. I had to get out of that room. Cooper would have made fun of me forever," Kurt huffed out a halfhearted laugh.
"Cooper's an ass. Don't you worry about what he has to say about anything. You were amazing tonight, Kurt, and I'm immensely proud of you. My mom's gonna flip out, I swear it!" Blaine grinned. "C'mon, let's get you something to drink. What do you want? Bad coffee or a soda or something else?"
"I really just want to go home with you if that's ok? Cooper's here now. They're safe and sound and I just need to de-stress at home with you. Can we do that?"
"Anything you want, Kurt. Anything at all. Did you eat dinner, though?"
"No, I was just thinking about making myself something when Maggie called. She had this amazing dinner in the oven before we left. It smelled absolutely fantastic. Do you think it's still good? We can sneak in and steal it out of the oven."
"I think we can go see if the power came back on. If it did, that's probably a bit overdone for our tastes," Blaine laughed.
"Oh my GOD!" Kurt exclaimed with his eyes wide. "I hadn't even thought to turn the oven off!"
"This is probably the only time we'll hope they haven't fixed the power…ugh. Let's go tell them we're leaving. We can come back tomorrow to visit if you want. But Kurt…?"
"Hmmm?" Kurt replied, turning back to look at Blaine who was looking fondly upon the man before him.
"You really blow me away, you know it? Even with that little meltdown, you're so calm after everything that happened. I'm in awe, Kurt."
"Yes, well, you'll be even more in awe when I get you home and tell you all the places my hands have been in the last six hours, Blaine. They've touched things I never thought they'd touch in a million years. I think I might be traumatized."
"Okaaaaay, that's enough of that. I don't think I wanna know, Kurt."
"Too bad. If I can't bleach that sight from my own eyes, you have to suffer with me!" Kurt laughed, heading back to Maggie's room to say goodbye.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Jeff answered, his smile wavering as he glanced up at Nick. God, he truly hated hiding anything from him. Blaine's call had come right in the nick of time, hopefully saving Jeff from another conversation with his husband that he wasn't ready to have.
"Jeff, you are NOT going to believe what happened tonight!" Blaine began, and it was clear he was bubbling over with happiness and excitement. When he didn't say anything more, Jeff chuckled.
"Ok, you're probably right. But are you going to tell me what happened or should I guess? Wait, I'll guess. You got stuck in an ATM vestibule with—"
"If you say Jill Goodacre it's on. It's ON, Jeff. I swear."
"I was going to say Jake Bass, but ok, that works. I saw that episode like 18 times, by the way. 'Bob-Buttons? Your cat's name is Bob-Buttons?!' Ha! That makes me laugh just thinking about it…"
"STOP DISTRACTING ME!"
"Tell me then, you goof!"
"My fiancé is the most amazing man I've ever known…" Blaine gushed, so overcome with pride he could barely stand it. "Kurt delivered Maggie's baby!"
"I'm sorry…what? I know I had to have misunderstood you, B. Maggie had the baby?!"
"Yeah, but her water broke and she was home alone. It's her third baby…apparently…well, sometimes, the more kids you have, the faster they come after your water breaks, and hers broke in the bathroom and wham! The baby was coming, the power was out and the ambulance couldn't get to her in time. So Kurt delivered the baby in their apartment! He's the most amazing, incredible—"
"Oh my GOD, Blaine, stop it, who are you talking to?" Kurt huffed.
"I'm telling Jeff how awesome you are," Blaine beamed back at him. "You aren't giving yourself enough credit, Kurt."
"Blaine…"
"Nick! Hey, Nicky! Maggie had the baby, and Kurt delivered it in their apartment!" Jeff nearly yelled to his husband who was sitting right beside him in the car.
Kurt heard him plain as day through Blaine's phone. He rolled his eyes and headed for their bedroom.
"You can blather on to Jeff or you can come to bed with me, Blaine," Kurt sang, his hips swishing back and forth as he disappeared down the hallway. Blaine's eyes were glued to Kurt's pert little butt as Jeff tried to get his attention.
"….earth to Blaaaine?"
"S-sorry, what?"
"Surely there's more to the story?"
"Hmmmm?" Blaine asked again, as Kurt glanced back over his shoulder and disappeared into their bedroom.
"Blaine!"
"What!? Oh…Umm…"
"I uh…I called you for something else, actually. Can't really remember right now, but…um…"
"Blaine, go get him. Call me back when you remem—"
"OH! Um, brunch tomorrow? Kurt wants you guys to come over. He has something to show you," Blaine grinned. It was easier to think when Kurt's ass wasn't swaying in front of him. "
"Sure, what time? Can I bring anything?"
"Nope, just yourselves. We'll see you around 11:30?"
"We'll be there. Go git'cha some, B!" Jeff whooped, then disconnected the call with a maniacal laugh. Blaine shook his head at his friend's antics and went in search of his fiancé.
Kurt would never get over it. Making love to Blaine was like watching art in motion. The man was just otherworldly when it came to making Kurt feel sexy and sated. Blaine's skin glowed golden in the moonlight and his muscles moved so fluidly as he lifted his hips in time with Kurt dropping his own down onto Blaine's cock.
"Blaine…can't…I can't…"
"Then don't…come on…let me…" Blaine said, then trailed off with a sexy smirk and sat up, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. There were few things in the world that turned Blaine on more than watching Kurt ride him – skin pale and glowing, glistening with sweat, back arched and head thrown back. It was the stuff of very naughty dreams indeed. With little effort, Blaine rolled them so that Kurt was on his back and Blaine hovered over him now. Kurt was breathing heavily and obviously worn out.
"Please…" he pleaded, nearly breathless, eyes falling closed.
"Mmmm…please what, baby?"
"God, Blaine…where the hell do you get the stamina?" Kurt whined as Blaine pushed into him, his smile wicked and sultry at the same time. "Don't tease. We've been at this for hours. Now you're just torturing me," Kurt huffed, but he was smiling even though he felt completely wrecked.
"Hours of making love to my fiancé…nothing I'd rather do more," Blaine grinned, watching Kurt's face now, eager to see why he seemed…tense. "Kurt…what is it? Do you want me to stop?"
"Only if you want to be castrated in your sleep, Anderson," Kurt grunted. Blaine slowed his movements a bit anyway, but he didn't stop.
"What is it, sweetheart? You look…pensive?" Kurt didn't answer right away but thought about how to reply.
"Are we vanilla?"
"I'm sorry…what?" Blaine chuckled.
"Are we vanilla…in the bedroom. Do you want more than I…usually…offer?" Kurt asked, his words broken up because he was uncertain of Blaine's reaction.
"I'm not sure you're aware of what 'vanilla' implies, Kurt, because that's definitely NOT us," Blaine grinned, recalling Kurt's daydreams of Blaine bending him over the piano at The Dive. "I don't know where this is coming from, Kurt, but I'm absolutely, 100% happy with our sex life. If you're worried about me, then don't. But if you're not ok with—"
"NO! I mean yes. I'm…yes, I'm happy with our sex life, I just…sometimes…" Kurt trailed off, his thumbs dipping into the 'V' at Blaine's hips and rubbing back and forth, working his way inward with a smirk. "I think you hold back because of…um…everything. I don't want you to. Anymore. Because I know there was a time when I did. Want you to, that is. Because of everything. But I…I don't want you to," Kurt rushed out, his cheeks pink and the flush rushing down toward his chest.
Blaine knew this was obviously something that had been churning in Kurt's mind for some time if he was babbling like he was. He didn't want to make too much of it and make Kurt uncomfortable, but he sure didn't want to blow it off, either.
"You want…more?" Blaine grinned. "Are you sure?" he asked, watching to see Kurt's reaction. He didn't want to push, but he didn't want to deprive Kurt of something he wanted, either. "Like what? What is it you want, babe? What's been rolling around in that head of yours that you wanna try all of a sudden?" Blaine teased.
"It's not all of a sudden—" Kurt blurted out, then thought better of it. "I mean…"
"Spill it, Kurt," Blaine demanded with a quick jerk of his hips that made Kurt inhale sharply. "Do you want it…rougher? Faster? Do you want to venture away from…our bed…more?" Well, there was a loaded question if Kurt had ever heard one. Blaine rolled his hips again, his eyes zoned in on Kurt's and not even blinking.
Kurt let out a wicked moan that made Blaine's toes curl. If he kept that up, this would surely be over in a heartbeat.
"I want…I…I…want…"
"Hmmmm? Tell me, Kurt." Blaine demanded, hips snapping sharply now, and there was that moan again.
"More…" Kurt panted. Blaine thrust his hips a little faster until he saw that Kurt was shaking his head. "No…no, it'll be over too soon…" he whined softly, so Blaine slowed down again.
"You said more," Blaine said, confused now.
"Say…that. Please…" Kurt whined, back arching and eyes closed. "Say it…" Blaine was utterly confused. What had he said?
"Say what?" he almost laughed. "What did I say?"
"It's not what you said, it's h-how you s-said it…" Kurt stammered, fingers curled into the sheets now. Blaine thought for a split second and then it hit him.
"Is that what you want, Kurt? Is that what's getting you going? You want me to talk you through it…make you…" he paused, unsure, but then he saw Kurt bite his bottom lip with a wicked grin and he took a leap. "You want me to make you beg and moan, baby? Is that it?" Blaine asked, his voice sultry as he wrapped his fingers around Kurt and stroked him once…twice…
"Oohhhh Goddd…"
"You like that? You like me touching you?" Blaine asked. Kurt was writhing like a madman now.
"Yes…please…"
"Look at you, so beautiful, so perfect, so unbelievably sexy…your back arching like you just can't get enough. God, you want it so bad, don't you, Kurt? Look at that beautiful sheen of sweat covering your body. I'd like to lick every drop off of you…slide my tongue all over that perfect, beautiful skin, listen to you growl the way you do when you get so worked up…"
Kurt had a hold of the sheets so tightly now he was sure he'd rip them. Blaine was making him crazy, talking to him the way he was. Kurt had wanted to ask for some time now but hadn't worked up the nerve. He was infinitely grateful that he'd done so this evening. He was about to lose his mind with the way Blaine gripped his cock and stroked him expertly, just the way he knew Kurt needed him to.
"Blaine…Bl-Blaine…" Kurt whined, his face scrunched up now but not in pain, in unbelievable ecstasy.
"Mmmm…c'mon, Kurt. Show me…show me this is what you wanted…you like the words, don't you, love? All mine…look at this gorgeous body, this amazing cock…all mine, baby…come on…come for me, Kurt…give it to me," Blaine urged and Kurt just…snapped.
"BLAINE! Oh God…OH GOD!" he growled, head thrown back, eyes clenched shut and toes curled as he came in long, white strings over his chest, his face, all over their headboard. "Don't stop…don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop…oh GOD, yes…." Kurt groaned as his cock drained and his lover pushed him just a little further until—"
"Yeah…that's it…Shit…Kurt…" Blaine ground out, emptying into Kurt's sweet, tight little body before collapsing on his chest.
"Please…don't move. Just…stay. Stay in me, Blaine," Kurt whispered, then went completely silent and limp with a satiated grin on his angelic face.
Blaine wasn't sure if he'd passed out or fallen asleep, but he knew Kurt wasn't fully aware of anything at all. He was satisfied, though, that much was very clear.
"I love you so much, Kurt…so much I ache with it sometimes. There's nobody like you…nobody…" Blaine murmured, then rolled them slowly, pulled Kurt to his chest, tugged the sheet up and let his own eyes drift closed.
"Wait, where's Kurt? And why are you cooking? Am I being set up? Honey, we're being punked!" Jeff said quickly, barely breathing between sentences. Nick just raised his eyebrows at him and Blaine gave him a look that said "Really, you idiot?"
"Kurt's been up since early this morning cooking…and brunch is in the oven keeping warm. He made a breakfast casserole to take down to Maggie and Coop. Cris stayed with the kids last night and Mags and the baby are coming home today. In fact…" Blaine trailed off, shushing Jeff and grinning at Nick as he did so, "I think I hear them now."
Sure enough, the sound of doors opening and closing could be heard a floor below them and then the baby crying, probably due to the unfamiliar place and strange noises. Blaine grinned, knowing they had a long few months ahead of them until they got used to having a baby around.
"I'm not leaving this building without baby snuggles, you know that, right?" Jeff asked, giving Blaine a pointed look.
"I figured as much," Blaine grinned at him as he opened the oven and checked on their food. "Lemme go get Kurt and tell him this is almost done."
"Where is he anyway?" Nick asked, flopping down on the sofa. Jeff flopped next to him and leaned into his side.
"He's in the tub—"
"Oh? And why would Kurt need to be soaking in the tub when he knows he's having company?" Nick asked, a very pleased-with-himself grin on his face. Jeff snorted trying not to laugh as well.
"If you want me to be able to stand, walk or sit for any length of time today, gentleman, then it's a necessity," Kurt retorted, trying to hide his own grin as he walked into the kitchen dressed to the nines.
"Aww, poor Kurtie. Rough night, sweetheart?" Jeff cooed, winking at Blaine who couldn't seem to keep from blushing, but not quite hiding the pleased as punch smirk on his face.
Kurt froze at the kitchen counter with his back to everyone and Blaine thought for sure he was going to make some excuse to escape to the bedroom for a minute, but he surprised them all.
"Maybe…" Kurt mumbled, a pretty pink blush working its way down his cheeks to his neck. "Maybe a little rougher than I'm used to, but so good. Blaine is just so damn good at it. I bet he's even learned a thing or two or ten since Dalton," Kurt threw over his shoulder. Two could play at that game and if they were going to try to make him blush, then he'd return the favor.
"C-Coffee?" Blaine asked, his voice cracking as he did.
"Please…" Nick answered and Jeff nodded, bug-eyed. Blaine poured them both a cup and set them down on the coffee table, watching their friends stare at Kurt in awe. He was usually so reserved and almost painfully shy about their sex life and this threw them all for a loop.
"Love of my life?" Blaine asked Kurt, motioning with a coffee cup, shit eating grin firmly in place as he did so.
"No thank you, baby…I'm going to have some hot tea with honey and lemon. My throat's a little sore from last night as well."
"Mmmm, yeah. From the screaming or the…" Blaine trailed off with a wink in Kurt's direction. Kurt just turned to him and bit his bottom lip.
"That…and then some. All of it…every last little bit."
"Yep, that's what you took…." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, a little louder than a whisper had a right to be.
Jeff sputtered behind him and Nick's coffee cup rattled as he placed it in his saucer. They both eyed Blaine curiously and he merely shrugged as he grinned and replaced the coffee pot to its resting spot.
"This is ready," Kurt announced as he pulled freshly baked buttermilk biscuits and a fluffy egg, sausage, potato and cheese casserole from the oven. "The other one is ours. I turned the oven off, but leave it in for a minute to stay warm until I get back?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"As you wish," he grinned.
"I'll be right back. I just want to run this downstairs, ok?" Blaine smiled at him and Nick and Jeff both nodded quickly, unsure what to say to this Kurt.
When the door closed behind him they both spoke at once.
"What the hell did you do to him?!"
"Holy shit, Blaine…what's up with our bashful, little Kurt!?"
Blaine just shrugged and smiled, a little bashful himself when he thought of their evening. He'd woken up that morning, still wound around Kurt like a vine, warm, sated and…very hard. They'd gone for round three, the previous two rounds having been the night before. Then Kurt had gotten up to shower and start breakfast while Blaine tried to recover and slow his breathing and heart rate. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Kurt, but he absolutely liked it. A lot. He was definitely a fan.
Kurt knocked on the door of Maggie and Cooper's apartment and waited. There was all manner of craziness going on inside and he had to grin as he heard little feet patter toward the door.
"Uncle Kurt! Uncle Kurt, our baby's here!" Mattie yelled as he opened the door wide to let Kurt in.
"I know! I saw her at the hospital the other day. Isn't she beautiful?" Kurt asked, his own smile wide for Mattie and also Evee as she ran into the room as well.
"She's lovely!" Evee answered, obviously smitten already. "We're going to share a room when she's a little bit older and we'll share toys and clothes and hair stuff and makeup and—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, girlfriend," Kurt laughed. "What's this 'make up' thing you're talking about? Aren't you a little young to be wearing makeup!?" he teased her.
"Not nooowwww, Uncle Kurt! When we're older!" she laughed.
"What's up, little man. Are you going to get in on the makeup and hair stuff, too?"
"Ewww! No, that's girl stuff, Uncle Kurt!" Mattie replied, grimacing.
"So does the baby have a name yet?" Kurt asked, setting the dish and the basket of biscuits on the kitchen counter.
"She does, but Mommy said she wants to tell you herself. Or that Daddy has to tell you, ac'shully," Mattie replied. Kurt looked confused but followed them into the living room where Maggie sat on the sofa next to Cris, who had the baby in her arms. She was clearly enamored already and Kurt couldn't blame her.
"Oh, Kurt…you did such a fine job!" Cris exclaimed when he came into the room. "Look at her, isn't she stunning!?"
Kurt beamed, thrilled that his soon to be mother-in-law was happy with him. He really loved Cris and seeing her happy was always a treat. Her grin lit up the whole room.
"Wait, what? Whadda you mean Kurt 'did a fine job'? I don't recall Kurt being in the room the night the baby was conceived!" Cooper commented, walking in from the bedroom.
"Cooper, over the past three days I have seen things, touched things, heard things and got things ON ME that I never thought I'd have to encounter in all my life. I don't need THAT mental image as well, please and thank you, so shut your mouth and let me enjoy my nieces and my nephew, ok?" Kurt said, his nose scrunched up as he gave Cooper and unimpressed look. "Oh, and this is for you," he grinned, handing Coop the dry cleaning receipt.
"Thirty-two dollars to clean one shirt!?" Cooper bellowed. "What the hell, Kurt!?"
"Swear jar!" Mattie and Evee yelled in unison, giggling madly as they did.
"Would you prefer to replace the shirt? I got it at a trunk sale for $550. Regular price is $750. Your call."
"Can you take a check?" Cooper asked, eyes bulging widely.
Kurt pretended to think it over then shrugged and sat next to Maggie on the sofa. "I won't stay long. I brought you a brunch casserole…eggs, sausage, cheese, potatoes…and biscuits. I know you probably don't feel like cooking."
"You're a godsend, Kurt, thank you," Maggie told him, then leaned over to hug him before heading to the kitchen. "I don't mean to be rude, but I haven't had anything but hospital food for two days and I'm ravenous. This smells divine. Anyone else?" All hands went up and Kurt smiled, knowing he'd helped out even in the smallest of ways.
"So are you going to tell me what this little girl's name is or not?" he asked, standing to leave. He didn't want to overstay his welcome since they'd just gotten home.
Maggie and Cooper glanced at one another and smiled. She nodded to Cooper and he rolled his eyes.
"In your honor, Uncle Kurt, we named the baby Sophia, after your grandmother. Blaine thought naming her Elizabeth would be off limits…" Cooper paused, and Kurt's cheeks pinked again as he bit his lip and nodded back at Cooper. Yes, maybe someday he and Blaine would have a little girl they could name after his own mother. He was touched that Blaine had thought of it. "And we hope you approve?" Cooper teased.
Kurt was pleased as punch, as his Granny Sophie had been his favorite when he was very young. She passed just two years after his mom, and that broke his young heart all over again. This, though…this was a very sweet gesture. He was a bit choked up and his eyes were a little wet, but he'd never admit it. Instead, he just nodded in acceptance and mouthed "thank you" to the two of them.
"It just seemed only fitting to honor you in some way, if we could, after…well, you know," Maggie grinned, then winked at him.
"WE WILL NOT SPEAK OF IT, MARGARET," Kurt hissed. Maggie just nodded at him and tried not to snicker as he made his way to the door. "but I'm honored, and I know my Granny Sophie is as well. Thank you…all of you," Kurt smiled, eyes misting over even more.
"It's a very small thing compared to what you've done for us…and for Blaine, Kurt. I've never seen my baby brother so happy. You've been a huge gift to our family. Thank you…for everything," Cooper said, then hugged him tightly until Kurt was sure he was just squeezing tears out of Kurt's eyes on purpose.
"I believe Nick and Jeff will want to come see the baby before they leave. They brought a gift," Kurt sniffed a bit, then cleared his throat, looking down his nose at Maggie as she held in her laughter. "I'll be back later to check on you and see if you need anything. Why don't you guys come upstairs and hang out with Uncle Blaine and me a little later, hmm?" he asked the kids. "We can watch movies and maybe make some cookies so Sophie can nap with Mom and Dad."
"YES!" the kids cheered. "We haven't been up to see you guys in a long, long time!" Mattie said excitedly.
"You were there Tuesday, goof, but you know you're always welcome," Kurt winked. "Send them up when you have a second to nap when Sophie naps, ok?" He blew a kiss to Cris and Sophie as he turned to go.
"Thank you, Kurt. And thank you for food, too!" Maggie called as he made his way out the door. He nearly collided with a barely upright Sebastian.
"Holy shit, you look like you got run over by the train."
"Thank you for that, Hummel. I needed that boost this morning. I'm fine, thanks for asking. And you?" Sebastian snarked.
"Much better than you are, that's for sure. What the hell, Seb?" Kurt asked, genuinely concerned now.
"Was out of town with Harris. Got stuck in Portland…bad storms, etc. I should have been home last night at 8 pm. Hunter was going to pick me up, but we were grounded. I was on the earlier flight and Harris was on the flight after mine with the rest of the detail when he got a call that his daughter…his only daughter…was in labor. First grandchild and all that. So we moved heaven and hell with the airlines…freakin' uptight, unhelpful airline people…and I switched with him so he could go. His flight got out, mine didn't. I've been awake in an airport all night. I was on standby, hoping to get on any flight into the city, so I couldn't leave the terminal to get food. I'm starving, I'm exhausted and I had a demented ten-year-old with restless leg syndrome in the seat behind mine all the way home. Did I mention I'm starving? What is that phenomenal smell?"
"You poor thing," Kurt said, and he meant it. Sebastian looked worse for wear. "C'mon. Come up and eat with us before you crash. Get some food in your system.
"Can't…too tired," Seb whined, dragging his suitcase down the hallway toward his door.
"I made brunch casserole and biscuits. We have homemade strawberry preserves and apple butter," Kurt grinned as he saw Seb's steps falter. "I'll fry you up some goetta if you want?" he said, putting the last nail in the coffin.
"You have goetta!?" Seb gasped, eyes wide as he spun around. Kurt nodded. "How'd you get goetta?"
"Dad and Carole bring us some when they visit. I didn't realize it was an Ohio thing until I moved up here and had a hard time finding it. Blaine was distraught for months without his goetta in the mornings," Kurt laughed. "I always have some in the freezer, which is absolutely not an invitation for you to 'borrow' some when you feel like breaking and entering in my apartment.
"Goetta?" Seb whined looking like a lost puppy dog. Kurt nodded.
"C'mon. I'll help drag your butt up the stairs."
Seb left his suitcase at his door and backtracked to where Kurt stood near his own landing, reaching for his phone as it buzzed in his pocket. He smiled at the photo and the text message and turned it for Kurt to see as well.
It was a picture of Governor Harris holding his new grandson, and he was all smiles. The caption said "Got here just in time to see this little man come into the world. He's fit as a fiddle, his mom is healthy and well and I would have missed the whole thing if not for you, Smythe. Once again, I owe you big time. I'm sure you're keeping track. I look forward to the day when I can do something to thank you for everything you've done for me and my family. Thank you, again, Sebastian." With a smile and a nod, Seb let his eyes fall closed and just followed along as Kurt led him up the stairs.
"How long do you think he'll sleep?"
"Don't know. He said he's been awake for the better part of 36 hours or more. He might sleep through the night," Kurt chuckled, laying a blanket over Sebastian's unconscious body, which was sprawled out over his and Blaine's sofa. Jeff shook his head and Nick just laughed.
"I've never seen anyone eat so much, so fast. I was afraid he was going to choke," Nick laughed.
"He was hungry and tired. I figure he was trying to get as much food in as possible before he crashed," Kurt snickered.
"Did you text Hunter to tell him that Seb's here?" Blaine asked.
"I did. He'll be home in a few hours and he said he'd come and collect 'his baggage' when he gets off work. Let's just let him sleep. Doing something nice for someone else probably took all of his energy," Kurt snorted.
"What did he do?"
"Apparently he moved heaven and earth to switch plane tickets so that Governor Harris could fly out last night in time to see his first grandson born. Seb's flight, the later flight, was canceled then, due to weather, and he was up all night in the airport. Harris is eternally grateful and says he owes Seb even more than before," Kurt grinned, a fond look falling over his features as he watched Sebastian sleep.
"Remember when you guys first moved in here and he was all up in Blaine's space, trying to get a piece o' that?" Nick commented, causing Kurt to give him the snake eye.
"HOW could I forget?" Kurt sniped. "I seriously wanted to replace his hair products with Nair and put laxatives in his milk."
"Wouldn't have done any good, then," Blaine giggled. "He was always letting his own milk spoil and barging in to steal mine!"
"Truth," Jeff added. "I can't tell you how many times I'd shuffle outta the bathroom or my bedroom only to find his ass sticking out of our fridge when I lived here," he laughed. "He'd grab what he needed, blurt out 'I'm taking this' and be gone before I could even protest. Funny thing, though, I'd always find a replacement a day or two later. Never saw him put anything back…it just showed up. Weird."
"Weird, indeed," Blaine grinned.
"I do, however, remember him making a comment about maybe having been after the wrong guy once when he saw Kurt run naked out of his apartment while chasing after Blaine down the stairs…" Jeff stage-whispered to Nick, trying desperately to hide his mirth. Kurt threw him a death glare over the table. That was supposed to be their secret!
"What!?" Blaine nearly choked on his food. Kurt patted him on the arm and swiftly moved the conversation along while rolling his eyes.
"I was chasing you, Anderson, and apparently I'd forgotten to hold my towel on tightly," Kurt explained. Blaine still looked confused and unconvinced. "When you stuck your head in my apartment door and the masseuse was there? Then you just left without saying a word?" He went on to explain. Blaine looked suitably chastised, recalling a darker time in their relationship and dropped his gaze to the table. Jeff picked up on their discomfort and changed the subject.
"So…" Jeff began, looking at Kurt and Blaine curiously, then at Kurt. "You said Kurt wanted to show me something?"
"Oh, well, yeah," Blaine smiled at Kurt who looked, suddenly, as if he was fondly recalling an old memory. "Nick, you wanna go see the baby with me while Kurt…does what Kurt needs to do?"
Nick looked confused, as did Jeff, but Blaine stood and motioned toward the door and smiled, letting them all know it wasn't anything bad.
"Huh…ok, sure. We'll visit the baby and…whatever," Nick said, then followed Blaine down the stairs.
"I'm a little anxious here, Kurt. What gives?" Jeff asked, watching the other two men descend the stairs.
"Come with me. I want to show you something. When my Dad was in the hospital and Blaine went to help out, he stayed in my room. Of course, when I got there, he had to freak out over the massive size of my—"
"KURT! I don't wanna know about any of that!"
"CLOSET, you absolute moron…" Kurt finished, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
"Sorry. Sorry…but after this morning I was a little…um…I wasn't sure where you were going with that," Jeff laughed uncomfortably. "Anyway, go on."
"We were going through the stuff in my closet when we packed up the van to move my things up here and I found this bin of things I'd kept from grade school," Kurt told him, pulling the bin out from under the bed and patting a spot beside him for Jeff to sit. "I don't bite," Kurt grinned. Jeff looked at him, unimpressed, and rolled his eyes before smiling at his friend.
"And the reason I need to see this bin is…?"
"Blaine and I were discussing where we'd like to have the wedding and I mentioned that I'd always kept a scrapbook of wedding ideas. I think I was looking for that when I came across this one," Kurt said, removing the lid and laying it beside him on the bed. He turned sideways, then, his back to the headboard and crossed his legs with the bin between him and Jeff. "You know I lost my Mom when I was young?"
"I remember you saying so, yeah. I think we were about the same age when we both lost a parent. I lost my Dad when I was little, too."
"I remember. One of the things that was a huge comfort to me after that happened was a package of cards and letters my Dad and I received from the school where my Mom used to work. The staff sent letters and sympathy cards and my Mom's students…" Kurt trailed off, swallowing hard and trying to hold back his emotions. "Some of my Mom's students sent me cards. I thought you might like to…" he paused, pulling out a couple of the handmade cards. "...you might like to look through a few of them with me?"
Jeff gave him a curious look, unsure why Kurt thought this was important all these years later, but he pulled one out anyway and began to examine it. There were flowers and a bright yellow sunshine on the front drawn in crayons and it made Jeff grin.
Dear Kurt and Kurt's Dad,
We are very sorry that Mrs. Hummel isn't here anymore. She was the best teacher I ever had and I miss her. I probably don't miss her as much as you do. I hope you are not sad for too long. She had a good singing voice and I will miss her singing to us. I will miss her smiling when we come into the class in the morning for school. I will miss her a lot.
Love,
Karen J.
Jeff smiled, glanced at Kurt and picked up another card. This one was adorned with a brightly colored butterfly, outlined in marker but filled in with crayon.
Dear Mr. Hummel and Kurt Hummel,
I wish Mrs. Hummel was still here. She was very nice. She was kind to us and she taught us many things.
Jeff grinned and huffed out a small chuckle at the note, clearly written by a young child, but he thought the sentiment was nice. He recalled writing a similar note at some point in his life, actually, but it had been quite a long time ago. He continued reading as the thought niggled at the back of his brain.
She was teaching us multiplication and how to write complete sentences. I know she is not sick anymore now and I hope that makes you happy even when you are sad. I will miss her smile and her songs.
Meagan Reed
"Kurt…these are great. I can't believe you kept them all this time," Jeff smiled sadly. "It's been…what? Twenty years or more?" Kurt nodded.
"I'm a sentimental packrat, I guess," Kurt smiled. "They were important to me. There were many times I pulled these out in the months after my Mom died. They kept me going, knowing that I wasn't the only one who missed my Mom and thought she was pretty amazing. But one, in particular, was always my favorite, and I came back to it time and time again. For a while that one sat on my nightstand, propped up next to my lamp, and I'd read it every night before bed…" Kurt said, nodding toward the next one in the pile.
Jeff picked it up and took a long look at the front of the card, familiarity tickling his memory as he held it in his own hands and began reading.
Dear Kurt Hummel,
We are the same age. I am eight, too, almost nine now. I like music. I like to dance. Do you? I think we have a lot in common but Mrs. McNichols said I cannot talk about sad things on my card. She said to make you think of good things about your mom if we can. She was a really nice lady and sometimes she gave me lunch money when I forgot mine at home. My mom has been forgetting a lot of things since my da…
Jeff grinned at the purple heart which covered up words he was told not to include. His eyes were misty now, and he felt his chest tighten a little as he held his emotions inside and continued reading.
So I thought about this. Don't be too sad, because someday maybe you will see Mrs. Hummel again. Probably you just call her mom. She is watching over you every day and now she is your lucky charm. I have a lucky charm, too. I hope you are not sad for too long, Kurt. If you need help falling asleep because you are thinking about her just talk to her like she is there. It helps. I know this for sure.
Have a good day,
Jeffrey S. Sterling
2nd Grade
Mrs. McNichol's class
With the card still in his shaking fingers, Jeff looked up at Kurt with glassy eyes and smiled. He just shook his head at first, unable to believe that life had brought them together after they'd unknowingly been a balm to one another as children, both of them taking a small measure of comfort in the knowledge that they weren't alone in their sadness.
"I knew, when I read that, that you'd lost someone, too. I read the card every night for a least a month or more before I went to bed. Then I'd talk to my Mom as if she were sitting right there with me, and I'd be able to fall asleep without breaking down and making my Dad come into my room to sit with me. Just knowing that you were strong, that you were going through the same things I was going through and you were being brave…it made me want to be brave, too. You have no idea how much I needed that, Jeff. And now, all these years later, I have the chance to thank you for it," Kurt said softly, leaning in to hug Jeff, tears now trailing over his cheeks, as they both chuckled over the crazy luck that had brought them together so many years later. "Thank you, Jeffrey S. Sterling, 2nd Grade, Mrs. McNichol's class. I needed you then, and you were there for me without even really knowing it. So…thank you."
"Oh my God, you unbelievable sap. I can't believe you kept these, although this is the best thing ever, don't let me make you think it's not. I mean…the simple fact that in second grade I drew an 8 stringed guitar is amazing—"
"You moron," Kurt laughed heartily, hugging Jeff tighter and receiving the same embrace in return.
"I know I'm not one for pretty words, Kurt, but you and Blaine…you guys are pretty damn important to me. I love you guys, and I'm so happy you've found each other. I'm happy to have you in my life because of Blaine, and I want you to know that I'll always be around if you need me. Always."
"You've already 'always been around when I needed you' and you didn't even know it. But I'm gonna hold you to that, Sterling. And we love you, too. Both of you," Kurt grinned.
A cough from the doorway made them both look up to see Blaine and Nick standing there watching the two of them hugging on the bed with a bin of colorful drawings between them. Blaine, of course, knew what was going on, but Nick was confused. Midway through telling him the whole story, Kurt's phone rang and he stood from the bed to walk across the room and answer it while Jeff finished the tale.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Hummel?"
"Yes, this is Kurt Hummel. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Hummel, my name is Genevieve Tucker and we spoke on the phone regarding—"
"The wedding venue. Inside Park at St. Bart's if I'm not mistaken?" Kurt asked. Hearing this, Blaine walked over toward him, curious when he heard Kurt speaking about the venue they'd discussed, and then visited a month prior. Kurt held the phone between them so that Blaine could hear better.
"Yes, exactly. You have a good memory, Mr. Hummel," she grinned into the phone.
"Please, call me Kurt. What can I do for you this afternoon?"
"Kurt, when we spoke you indicated that you'd be interested in a call if we found ourselves with any dates open toward the end of the year. We've had a cancellation for September 2nd. I realize it's not truly the 'end of the year', but I wanted to offer you the opportunity when it came available. And while I know that's Labor Day weekend, it's still a viable date for a wedding if you're still interested in the venue?"
Kurt was speechless for a moment, unsure how to reply. He and Blaine stared at one another, neither of them saying a word until Ms. Tucker's voice came through the line once more.
"Mr. Hummel? Kurt?"
"Ms. Tucker…can you give me just a moment to speak to my fiancé?"
"Absolutely. Take your time and if you'd like to call me back you can do that as well. I do have a waiting list, though, so—"
"Oh, no, it won't take but a moment. Please just…a minute to speak with Blaine if you will?"
With that, Kurt pulled the phone from his ear and met eyes with Blaine once again.
"That one was your favorite," Kurt said softly, "but it's soon. I mean…it's almost May, Blaine. We'd only have a few months to get everything together…and school will be starting—"
"But not until two weeks after Labor Day. We can do it, Kurt. I know we can pull it off if you want to. But we'll wait if it's not what you want. I know how important this is to you, the venue, and making sure it's all perfect. I know you don't like to be rushed, and you have Hummel Crib coming out soon…"
"But it's what we both want…right? Why wait if we don't have to?"
"So are we going to do this?" Blaine grinned widely, his smile contagious to the point that Kurt's cheeks hurt. Kurt leaned in and kissed him thoroughly, leaning his forehead on Blaine's for a moment before pulling back and meeting Blaine's eyes again. He brought the phone back to his ear slowly, never losing eye contact with Blaine in case there was any shadow of a doubt there.
"Ms. Tucker?"
"Yes, I'm here, Kurt."
"It seems Blaine and I…we'll be getting married on September 2nd this year. Thank you, so much for the call. I'll be by Monday to drop off a check if that's alright?"
"I'll see you Monday, then, Kurt. And congratulations!" she said into the phone, her happiness for them spilling into the line before she disconnected the call.
"We're getting married in four months, Blaine."
"That we are, future husband. That we are!" Blaine grinned, then threw his arms around Kurt and swung him around their bedroom.
A/N It's been a crazy few months full of differing levels of holiday cheer, insanity and even some heartbreak.
I want to say a huge thank you to those of you who read this year's Christmas story, Another Auld Lang Syne, and sent me a kind pm or review, as well as those of you who dropped me a line on fb or through email. You made a difficult time easier and for that, I'm truly thankful. It seems someone I trusted, who I met through the fandom, broke that trust in the worst way. I totally lost faith in people there for a bit. My anxiety reared its ugly head and I ended up in the hospital. I honestly wasn't sure I wanted any part of anything online anymore, including writing or posting anything. To say I was hurt would be the understatement of the year. But, your interest in my stories, your messages and emails, made me realize that I was only hurting myself if I stopped doing what I enjoy because of someone else's deception. Be kind to each other, and be honest. That's really not so hard. :)
As always, a big thanks to Suzanne for editing this for me. She got it back in just a few hours and I'm grateful. It may take me forever to update, but when I finally finish writing a chapter I want to get it out there right away!
Thanks to Sue, Kris, Steph, Laura and Robyn for always kicking me in the arse and making me finish what I started.
Also, a big thanks to HK Voyage and Kucheeka for their kind words on Tumblr. I don't post on Tumblr but I flit through now and again. It's always nice to see Crowded House pop up randomly in a conversation, and an even bigger thrill when someone says nice things and encourages others to check out my work. Thank you both for your kind words.