Kurt H. & Blaine A.

Our Family Journal

October 8

Daily journal prompt: Think about your life in five years. Where do you see yourself?

Kurt: This is a hard question to answer because my life now is nothing like what I thought it would be a year ago. I've got Kingston and Blaine now, and I hope I'll still have them both in my life. Kingston will be in kindergarten then. Kindergarten! Can you believe it? I hope to be following my passions: writing books or children's fashion. Maybe both. I hope to be happily married. Maybe another baby? I don't know. Life seems pretty perfect right now as it is.

Blaine: Easy. Married to Kurt. Daddy to Kingston. Maybe a daddy to a new baby. Full-time daycare. Who knew I would like that job? Supporting Kurt with whatever he wants to do. I love him to pieces. I already have the perfect family, and I want to make it official. Tonight.

When the boys finally got Kingston down for his nap, they collapsed on the couch together, Blaine leaning heavily against Kurt. "I had no idea having an apartment and taking care of a baby would be such hard work."

Kurt chuckled. "Just wait until he starts crawling. Not only will our apartment never be clean again, but we'll be even more exhausted."

Blaine laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I love you," he whispered. "I'm glad we got an apartment together."

"Me, too." There was silence for a few minutes, the boys thinking about where they were, how far they'd come and how much things had changed. "Isn't it weird," Kurt finally asked, "that a year ago, we didn't even know Kingston had been created? We were wrapped up in our own little worlds, getting ready for a school dance and practicing a song."

"We were ignoring the obvious signs we liked each other, too," Blaine pointed out.

"And now look at us. Living together. Raising a baby." Our son, he thought, not brave enough to say it aloud yet.

"A year ago, I was planning to run off to Chicago the first chance I got," Blaine said, his voice far away and dreamy. "And now, I haven't even been."

Turning to face him a little better, Kurt said, "Why is that? Why didn't you follow your dream?"

"Because my bigger dream was you. Kingston. I couldn't leave the two of you alone." He paused, considering how to phrase the next part. "I couldn't go off to a city that didn't hold what I wanted anymore. I-If I'm being honest, I was using Chicago as a way to run away from my feelings, from the fact that I wanted you and you didn't want me back. Once I had you, though, Chicago lost all its appeal."

Kurt could feel his cheeks brushing brightly. "Is there really something that special about me? Sometimes, I don't know if I can believe that. I feel like a normal guy, a dad trying to make ends meet for my son."

Picking up one of Kurt's hands from his lap, Blaine pressed a kiss to the palm before pressing it to his own heart. "You are exactly that important to me. You may be Kingston's dad, but you're also my boyfriend and the love of my life. I couldn't want anyone else."

"Thank you," Kurt whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

"I'm gonna go check on Kingston," Kurt said after a few minutes, giving Blaine a quick kiss to the forehead before heading down the hallway.

Now is my chance, Blaine thought. He went to the speaker in the living room, connecting his phone and pulling up the song. Then, he went to his backpack by the door and grabbed something from the front pocket. He was just settling down on the couch again when Kurt came back.

Music began to play softly through the speaker, and Kurt tilted his head a bit, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Moulin Rouge?"

Blaine nodded. "Do you remember listening to it in the car together on the way to the dance?"

"I remember hearing you sing it. Perfectly."

In response, Blaine opened his mouth and began to sing.

"Never knew, I could feel like this,

Like I've never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss"

Blaine crooked a finger at Kurt, beckoning him over.

The music was soft, not loud enough to wake Kingston, and he watched Kurt smile as he bumbled into his arms, a soft kiss landing against Blaine's neck before he nuzzled in. "What are we doing?" he whispered.

"Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you, until the end of time"

"We're celebrating," he whispered, his hands coming around behind Kurt's back to clutch at the fabric there, pressing tightly into his back. He wanted to feel all of him in his arms, to know that he was real in an attempt to calm the rapid beating of his heart. He wondered, briefly, if Kurt could feel it thundering in his chest.

"Come what may

Come what may

I will love you, until my dying day"

"What are we celebrating?" The tip of his nose moved just enough against Blaine's neck that it caused his breath to hitch. Kurt pressed a kiss to his pulse point, then whispered, "Your heart is pounding," before beginning to sing right on time.

"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly moves with such a perfect grace"

Blaine joined him, loving the way their voices mixed together, had always mixed together. His head was filled with memories of a year ago, singing in the car, longing for Kurt to be his. He shook them away, though. He wanted to remember this moment.

"Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide

Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Storm clouds may gather,

And stars may collide

But I love you, I love you

Until the end of time"

"Us," Blaine finally managed to get out. "We're celebrating us."

"Come what may, Come what may

I will love you, I will love you"

It was then that Blaine dropped to one knee. "Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, over the past year I've come to realize something. I've realized that life is short, and it's too precious to spend without the person that you want in your life. And I don't want anyone else but you. You're incredible; you constantly amaze me with the person you are and the person you've become. You're a wonderful father, a perfect confidant for me, and I can't imagine my life without you. It's like I've known you forever, and I spent so much time avoiding how I felt for you, not brave enough to know if you felt it, too. You have made me strong and courageous now, and I'm not scared anymore. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with. Will you marry me, Kurt, and make me the happiest man on the earth?"

There was no hesitation, save for the words getting caught on the emotion in his throat as Kurt whispered, "Yeah. Yes. I will marry you."

Blaine surged up from his knee, claiming Kurt's lips in a desperate kiss that spoke of all the love and devotion that resided in every crevice and each beat of his heart. As they kissed, he managed to work the ring out of the box and put it on Kurt's finger, never losing contact with him.

Kurt wanted to look. He wanted to know how the ring looked shining against his finger, yet he never wanted to stop kissing Blaine, didn't want to stop touching him, working his shirt up to his ribs so he could run his hands along his perfect, warm skin, feel the heat of him beneath his fingertips as he pressed into his hips and wrapped his arms around his waist, trailing up and down his spine lightly.

"Bedroom?" Blaine got out between kisses. "Quick… Promise."

Without another word spoken between them, they began to walk backward down the hallway, being careful not to press each other against doors and walls like their bodies screamed for them to do. They didn't want to wake Kingston and ruin the moment they had with one another.

It wasn't until they'd backed themselves into their bedroom, both of them immediately losing their shirts, that Kurt was able to walk Blaine back until his back was against the wall. Then, he took his right arm in his hand, tongue still exploring Blaine's mouth, and lifted it above his head, his hand holding tightly around his wrist, pushing it back into the wall. He brought the left one up to join it a few moments later, and he held them both there above Blaine's head, kissing him thoroughly until their lips were too tired to move against each other anymore, and they were just panting in close proximity, trying to catch their breath.

Blaine tried to move his wrists from the wall, but he felt Kurt push back against them. He whined, trying again, needing his boyfriend's chest beneath his fingers. Again, he was met with resistance.

"Don't. Move. A. Muscle," Kurt whispered, hot and breathy into his ear. "If you can be a good boy and keep your hands above your head, I'll let you do whatever you want to me in just a minute."

"Kurt, I—"

"Shhh," came another whisper, this time in his other ear. "I know you can do this for me. Be a good boy. Leave your hands above your head."

"Yes," Blaine breathed. "I can be good." He felt Kurt slide down his body until his hot breath could be felt just above Blaine's waistband, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through his entire body.

Kurt took his time, running his fingers along the skin just above Blaine's pants, tracing the beginnings of the "V" that he could see on either side, pointing him like an arrow to his destination. Then, agonizingly slowly—because he loved watching Blaine shiver and gasp with each movement—he undid his button and zipper and pushed his pants and boxers down into a puddle at his feet in one fell swoop.

For a moment, he just inhaled the heady scent of him, letting his fingers dance across his skin, watching as Blaine's hard, red, leaking cock bounced gently in front of him, mere inches from his nose. He reached down to fondle Blaine's balls, loving the moans and needy breaths this pulled from his fiancé. Then, when he was sure Blaine was good and on edge, he surged down around his cock with his mouth, swallowing him from tip to root, and sucking hungrily, wanting to make this the fastest, dirtiest blow job he'd ever given him before.

In true form, Blaine writhed as he felt Kurt sucking on his cock as if it could somehow give him life. It felt so good, the pull of his lips up and down his shaft, his teeth gently grazing him along the way. His tongue laving and twirling around him, and his cheeks pulling the orgasm from deep inside him. He tried to keep himself quiet, chanting Kurt's name as he fought to keep his hands above his head, despite wanting to bring them down and twist them into Kurt's hair to ground himself as his orgasm built and built, preparing to spill.

Just when Kurt knew that Blaine was just at his edge, he reached behind and grabbed Blaine's ass, spreading his cheeks and pressing one finger to Blaine's hole. That was all it took, the extra stimulation enough to get him to spill into Kurt's mouth, and Kurt licked and sucked up every drop.

He thought Blaine would be tired, spent from the energy of holding his arms above his head, but he wasn't. The second Kurt pulled off of him, Blaine was tackling Kurt to the ground, pushing him backward so he was lying down and pushing his arms above his head. Blaine made quick work of Kurt's pants, shoving them down and immediately sinking down on Kurt's cock, wasting no time. His tongue traced the bulging vein and the contours of the head as he sucked, flying up and down Kurt's cock.

At first, it was too much too fast for Kurt, and he whined, trying to find the air to tell Blaine it didn't feel good. In a matter of moments, though, the feeling changed, and it felt amazing, everything he didn't know he wanted. His orgasm built seemingly out of nowhere, threatening to crash in like a tidal wave where there had been nothing, it seemed, before. He was able to hold on for a few extra seconds before he was cumming hard in Blaine's mouth.

As soon as Blaine had swallowed down every last drop, he surged up, claiming Kurt's lips with his, his tongue demanding entrance. They kissed for a minute before he managed to pull back enough to whisper, "Wanted to taste us together."

Both of them moaned at that, and their hips, lined up perfectly with nothing in the way, found a perfect rhythm, moving and grinding against one another, rubbing erections together until they were both cumming again against the other's skin.

Finally feeling satisfied, they moved to lie side by side, panting, trying to catch their breath.

Kurt glanced over at Blaine, a smile on his face. "Best engagement gift ever," he whispered. "Thank you. I love you so much, you know that?"

"I do," Blaine agreed. "And I love you, too." They were silent for a few moments before Blaine asked, "Shower? Kingston will be up soon."

"Shower," Kurt agreed, helping his fiancé to stand and, after kicking off their pants, guiding him to the bathroom.

The boys napped after their shower, and it was Blaine who woke to Kingston's fussing 30 minutes later. He went into the baby's room, cooing at him in his crib for a moment before reaching in and picking him up, cuddling the sleepy baby against his chest.

Kingston rubbed at his eyes, quieting from his tears, and blinked up at Blaine, his eyes wide and his mouth formed into a tiny "O."

"Did you have a good nap?" Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and turning to face the window, the afternoon light coming in gentle and warm. "You look like a little boy who had a good nap."

With a smile, Kingston began excitedly kicking his feet, waving his arms in the air. He made little giggly sounds as he smiled up at Blaine.

"Well, someone's excited," Blaine declared, giving him another little smooch, this time to the center of his outstretched hand. "Are you excited because your daddy and me got engaged? I'm gonna be your daddy someday soon, little man. Does that make you happy?"

"Dadadadadadada," Kingston declared, kicking again.

"Already calling you daddy," came a voice from behind Blaine, and he turned to look over his shoulder, smiling at Kurt in the doorway.

Kurt came in further, a manila envelope in his hand. He set it down on the little table they kept beside the rocking chair and wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist, the other coming up to cradle the top of Kingston's head, a fond smile on his face as he, too, kissed Kington's soft head.

"What's in there?" Blaine asked, nodding toward the envelope Kurt had sat down.

"Paperwork. For you to officially become Kingston's daddy," Kurt said quietly. "I got them from my social worker, Shelby, when we first started dating. I knew that I wanted you to be a permanent part of Kingston's life, and I knew the right day would come to give them to you. I think that day is today."

Tears filled Blaine's eyes as he looked at Kurt. "Really? Do you mean it? You want me to adopt Kingston?"

"If you want to," Kurt replied, nodding.

"Dadadadadadada," Kingston babbled again.

"And I think he wants you to," Kurt added.

"I would love nothing more," Blaine replied.

Kurt nodded, smiling, and began to softly sing. "Never knew, I could feel like this…"

Blaine joined in, and the three of them stood in front of the window, looking out, singing, and feeling more like a picture perfect family than they had ever dreamed.